Feitan x Reader; Tangled in a Web of Spiders

Some Spiders, some Planning, and a Blinky 1

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A number of heavy knocks on the door woke you up.

'Oi, lover-boy. You awake? It's afternoon, and the meeting will start in half an hour. If you want to have coffee first you'd better get a move on.'

Subtle Phinks, real subtle, you thought as you opened your eyes just as Feitan shouted 'Be out soon.'

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed and you smiled up at him.

'Good morning. Or, I suppose "Good afternoon" is more accurate.'

You stretched, wincing as your body clearly stated that it did not want to cooperate. Carefully you removed the blanket, blinking in surprise, you'd expected some hickeys and love-bites, perhaps a few nicks and bruises...not this. You managed to sit up, inspecting the damage.

'It hurt?' Feitan asked, dragging a finger up the leg closest to him. The upper part of the inside of your thighs were a deep purple, and very sore. Well, you had asked for it, no, more like begged him for it, and you certainly did not regret a single thing.

'Just a bit sore,' you answered with a wry smile, 'I'll heal the broken blood vessels, then the bruises should disappear in a day or two.'

'Good, not mean to hurt you.'

'I know. Besides, I enjoyed every second of it,' you gave him an impish little smile, and he grinned and leaned forward to push you back down on the bed when there was another impatient knock.

'Fei! You coming or what?'

This time it was Shalnark, and Feitan sighed, then shouted another 'I come soon,' before leaving the bed, and with a sigh of your own you followed him. He pulled his pants back on while you went searching for your clothes. Both your nightie and dressing gown were on the floor close to the door, and you winced as you looked at them, you had happily forgotten about all the blood and now the memories from the first part of the night crashed in on you. You had tortured somebody. He'd been a creepy, disgusting, perverted excuse of a human being, but still. It had even been easier than you'd expected, and that scared you. A lot.

You slipped the nightie over your head, then picked up the dressing gown. Its whole front was now dark brown rather than silvery gray and you wrinkled your nose in disgust as you looked at it. Another dark heap on the floor drew your eyes to it; Feitan's coat. You went to pick it up. The stains were not so visible on the black fabric, still, you knew it had been covered, no, soaked in blood, and poking it you realized it was still sticky.

'No worry. I ask Shizu and Blinky to help,' Feitan said as he pulled his shoes on. He gave you a chaste peck on the lips, then left.

Who? What? You stared after him, but he was already out the door, and you considered following him. But the nightie was pretty short, and everybody would be gathered in the living room by now, meaning you'd have to pass them to get to your own room. The small marks on your arms, shoulders and neck were not really a problem, you often had those after a rough training session, but you'd be a lot more comfortable wearing something long enough to hide the telltale bruises on the inside of your thighs, preferably something that was not covered in blood.

You were still debating what to do when there was a soft knock on the door, you opened it and was a bit surprised to see another girl standing there. She was perhaps a head taller than you, her hair was black, just a bit shorter than Fei's, and big, cute glasses was perched on her nose. She had arrived yesterday evening, but you'd been so busy worrying about Feitan that you hadn't really had a chance to talk to her yet. You were fairly certain that her name was Shizuku.