Nathan Wallace

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   Pavi tutted at Nathan with a look of pure pity in his eyes. “That’s your problem, cucculio! You know what happens when you lock your libido up in a cage, si?” Pavi pushed himself from the table and back onto his feet, risking a small set of calculated steps to get closer to the celibate.

    “Poor thing, oh.. I bet you don’t even spend-a time for yourself anymore. People get a-older and think, what’s the point? But really, sexual stimulation has a lot of benefits even if you don’t count the feeling. You should a-treat yourself!”

Nathan would be growling, the Repo Man that was his alter ego, was just wanting to cut off Pavi’s head form his shoulders. How dare he pity him, and mock him. Or, what he believes to be mocking him. 

But alas, Nathan, can only stand there, and basically take all of Pavi’s bullshit. And do his best not to eye roll. 

“What are you getting at? What’s this game you are playing at? Trying to get me to fuck you or something Pavi?”

   Pavi promptly took it upon himself to perch himself atop the nearest flat surface, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back on the heels of his palms– all the while inspecting every inch of Nathan with an amount of concentration the likes of which had been rarely documented from any of the largo siblings.

   “When was the last time you fucked?” Pavi inquired casually as one could with such an invasive question. “Not a-made love, nothing about feelings, just really, truly, fucked? All selfish, all for you.”

That got a rise out of Nathan, and not the good kind. The idea of fucking something. In a world where, necrophilia really isn’t the worst thing to do. He found his libido was replaced for a blood lust. 

Sad masturbation sessions are often replaced by just going to work early, and ripping out a heart for the Largo’s.

    Heavily painted lips pulled into a deep frown at Nathan’s accusatory tone, but it certainly didn’t stop the middlest Largo from taking a step closer to the man who was essentially owned by his father.

    “You’re so hostile, bello, I only came to say hello! Are you a-stressed? Is that why the anger and the meaness?” The mock concern in Paviche’s voice dripped with toxic honey. “Pavi knows how to fix stress~”

Nathan knows he has to be careful. He has to protect Shilo, his baby girl. His only reason for living. And so he bends and breaks every bone in his body for the Largo’s. And it fucking sucks. Because they love it when he bends to their will. Bend the knee Nathan, and Shilo is safe. And so, he bends. 

“I’m not hostile, I’m defensive.”

Nathan sneers, as if it was any better. Glaring though the glasses his jaw tight, ready for anything that might be thrown his way. 

“I’m not having sex with a Gentern Pavi.”