Shoot Your Shot

Chapter 9

Another week and he felt like he'd seen less and less of the arachnid as days passed. They did still talk on the phone, but usually the answer to "can we meet up" was "I'm super busy". Until he got the message to come into Arackniss' office. The moment he moved into the area with all of the pods, he stopped. Those in the first few desks stopped working and looked straight at him. A petite arachnid stood and stepped up closer to him, catching his attention. She had four eyes, two large and two smaller ones off to the sides, and her back was brightly colored, which he could see through the open back of her shirt. "Hi." He smiled down at her.

"Hello." She glanced behind her at the others, who were all watching the exchange closely.

"I'm curious about something, and I've decided to ask instead of simply holding my tongue any longer." She had an accent to her, but not like Arackniss or even Don Henroin. This was more European, specifically Italian by the way she lilted her words. He waited for her question and she looked back at her pod again. It was full of women, and they were all watching, whispering, and egging her on. "Well, we've seen you pass a few times before to talk to the Project Manager, and I was- we were wondering if you would like to-"

"Pentious!" Everyone in the room jumped, including himself, at the sound of his name being called. Instantly, the women pulled back and stared down at their work, and the small peacock spider slipped back to sit in her chair. Turning to the head of the room, the mouth of the hallway that led back to Arackniss' office, he smiled. His lover was standing in the entry way, eyeing the room and waiting for him. He nodded to the women and quickly made his way toward his lover, barely catching up when the man turned and started heading back to his office. The arachnid was looking down at a file, but had no problems navigating the hall to reach his office, which made Pentious curious about his lover's sight and how it worked. Stepping into the office, he closed the door behind him and watched the spider set the file onto the desk. "You should watch yourself around them." He raised a brow and watched the other man move about the office, removing his jacket and throwing it on the back of the chair.

"Why's that, exactly?" Slipping his own jacket off, he laid it on the back of the chair across from the desk. Arackniss chuckled and shook his head.

"They're Sicilian women. They are not known for being subtle or calm." Pentious rolled his eyes. "You're doubting me."

"I am not."

"Yes you are. You are doubting me on this. You think those cute little girls out there are harmless and couldn't possibly be as bad as I say." Arackniss moved around the desk and leaned against it and Pentious smiled.

"They were just asking a question. And you're right, I have doubts that they had severely bad intentions. No matter what they wanted to know."

"Than you are too trusting and I pity the moment you meet my sister." His sister, the alcoholic nicknamed the Family's "sweetheart". He remembered just watching her and the disaster that it had been. And now he was having second thoughts about the women outside. "If you remember anything, Pen, it is that Sicilian women are frightening creatures before they die, and if they end up down here, they are even worse." Now that pulled a laugh from him.

"I'll be sure to commit that to memory. What do you think they were going to ask about?" He moved a bit closer and Arackniss pretended to think about the question. His lover reached forward and grabbed ahold of his shirt to pull him closer gently.

"I can think of a few things." He hummed and leaned down to steal his lovers lips with relish. He truly hoped the other man had called him in just for this, because he'd found the past week confoundingly difficult. Grabbing his lover's thighs, he lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the desk, letting his hands wander. And he wasn't the only one either, judging by the way Arackniss started pulling at his shirt and melting against him. He got the first few buttons of the spider's shirt open and broke the kiss to go after his neck; kissing, nipping, sucking and adoring the noises he was getting from him. Small little gasps, moans, whispered curses, all things that did nothing but influence him to continue. Pulling the man's shirt out of his pants, he slipped his hands under it without taking care of the buttons first and placed his hands on the soft skin beneath. Pulling back, he looked down at his lover and smiled.