Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 36 - Until Next Time +BONUS

The very moment that consciousness hit me, a wave of nausea quickly followed suit.

I was almost stunned at the foreign feeling, the clear signs of a hangover not often present in my day-to-day life. It was not a welcomed feeling, nor one I planned to make habit of in the future.

Had it not been for the fact I wasn't wearing any clothes beneath the covers, I would have kicked them off - the comforter almost suffocating against my bare skin.

It didn't take me long to realise why I was naked, my eyes darting open, the happenings of last night gradually blending together to make a coherent memory of what had occurred, but it took even less time for me to come to terms with it.

And while I wasn't particularly bothered by the act in itself, I couldn't say I was exactly pleased with the circumstances they occurred under.

As I came to that conclusion, I glanced at the spot beside me, not at all surprised to see the gremlin wasn't in the place I had left him last night.

I exhaled, allowing my muscles to relax against the comforter and reclosed my eyes. Dwelling wouldn't do me any good after all.

For a long time I had stayed in that position, my hands unmoving down at my sides. However, the moment I felt a presence enter the room my senses became astutely more keen to even the slightest change in intent.

"Oi." I heard a few fleeting footsteps before they stopped once more. "I know you awake, Y/n." his voice carried a bored tone -- impatient, even.

I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes to stare at him. Maybe longer than I should have.

He was holding what looked like a black tee shirt scrunched up in his hands, his regular attire traded out for nothing more than a soft towel resting low on his hips, covering his lower half just enough to conceal everything below the belt, the very bottom of his spider tattoo cut off.

Sans the towel, he was complete bare, his chest and stomach on full display for my gaze to wander. In my sobriety, I took notice of the spaced and varied scars that littered his upper body -- his arms also included in having the rare lashing scar and quite possibly burns.

A water droplet suddenly fell from above and ran down the centre of his chest before getting caught by his towel. Followed by another. This lead me to stare at his damp, black hair, a clue as clear as any that Feitan had just gotten out of the shower. The strands clung to his face yet he didn't appear to have a desire to move them.

My eyes found his, he had already been looking at me though that was not surprising, I knew he was watching me essentially check him out but it became even more apparent with the smirk that rested against his lips.

He said nothing about it, but his face spoke volumes for how he took it. He snickered to himself before throwing the black tee at me. "Here."

I caught it, but was hesitant to hold it at full length. Getting an idea of the full size could end up bruising his ego and ruining his more or less good mood.

I did, however, and was surprised that it was large enough to likely cover past my ass. I gave him a questioning look. "Where did you find this?"

He simply shrugged.

Ignoring my concerns, I slipped the shirt on and began to button it down from the collar, slipping my legs off the side of the bed from beneath the covers to finish. "I'm just going to go shower." I informed him, standing up about to leave the room.

He nodded towards the sofa. "You clothes."

I nodded, uttering a thank you before moving for my clothes and running a shower.