Madness Combat Reader Insert - "A Smile that Scares"

4 - Hesitancy amongst thou

You awoke after Deliberator came in your sleep again. His hand was still brushing and comforting, lips still giving you kisses, and most importantly, you were relaxing in his grip. The night was comforting alongside the day, that you awakened to in your chamber. Well, chamber yes, but more of a container of sorts.

Doc ever since Deimos knew about you, tried to keep you out of view from the others. You caught onto only 2bDamneds name in the past days, as he would come in and softly convince you to show more of your draconic shapeshifting abilities. So far, you were only able to grow and achieve wings and a tail. Doc was just happy with that as well at the moment, stroking and subduing you into a puddle in his lap again. He loved how well your horns were growing, sometimes gently being scratched to give you a tingly, good sensation that made you pass out.

You had no idea there was anyone outside of Doc and Deliberator. (Maybe a bit of Deimos but he was dragged out by Doc before you could fully wake up. You did miss his sharp scratching nails though.) The two (or somewhat three) D's, one could say. Still, from the past week, you lived in isolation. Either gentle hands touching your dream form, or real ones gently stroking and petting your ears, face, tail, and growing wings.

And the growing wings? Extremely itchy, making Docs hands pure gold to you when they were developing. The small wings had burst out of the sack of skin, making it a fast growing process. The only problem was that you needed more space.

Space that only was available in rooms where he really didn't want to kick Hank, or his other two colleagues out. Especially because they would demand an explanation, and you needed to be kept secret.

Doc hesitantly knocked on Hanks door. He heard a gruff "come in" from the other side, prompting him to open the door. Hank was currently being an organization freak, as he always was since he went to purgatory. That chaotic side of him wasn't displayed in his room anymore. Hank tilted his head, no more blood in his room, or even a trace on him.

"Hank. We need to talk, and this is about your room." Hank growled back.

"I'm not giving my room to you, Tobias." He knew Doc had been eyeing his room for a while, but to scowl and gruffly hum wasn't enough. Hank approached, despite only being in shorts, pinning Doc against the wall. "Just tell me your big secret. I'll figure it out myself if you won't tell me, babe."

Doc snapped his fingers, pushing Hank off. A clear no from their silent signals. As much as Doc appreciated his flirting...

"I have a job to do. You can move in with the other two, or build a new, large room for my project." Hank and him started to bicker.

"And what is this project, hm? Even Sanford isn't telling me."

"I told you, confidential, and it would put you at risk." Risk of your growing talon-combined hands, your horns that could now likely dent a wall, the ears that could hear and predict battle, the wings that were slowly coming to stretch and flap in the small room he had. Hell, he'd been taking care of your needs, bathroom, food, water, even brushing you and cleaning you off as far as you would let him.

Hank scowled, shaking his head once more in a disagreement.

"Put me at risk of what? The little pet you won't let me see?" Docs eyes narrowed. It appeared he knew something existed, but not a human. Just a supposed play thing.

"I am not having your blood on my, or their hands. I give you a day, if this room isn't transferred to Sanford and Deimos's by tomorrow, I'm going to have you live with them."

Hank took that as a challenge to lounge in his room peacefully, as he quipped before Doc closed the door.

"You never come outside of that damn room anymore..."

The worst part was that he wasn't wrong about that statement.

He'd spent hours just getting you to stretch your wing, and his hands softly tracing your ears, and back to relax you. You were on the edge, pondering whether you should be Docs or Deliberators, yet it didn't really matter. Both treated you well, both wanted you for their own personal gain. You had a gift, one you didn't want, but a gift alright. Docs hands stroking and caressing your back, where the joint and wing attached showed that. It felt good, too. Itchy, annoying, troublesome, yes, but good to know you were growing usefulness, and the ability to protect, fight, win even. You beckoned to break the peaceful silence as something dread your mind.
"What are you going to do with me?"