His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter twenty

Round two quickly turned into round three and eventually round four.

The pair of you sweaty, heaving masses, sloppy in your encounters, addicted to the sensations, any sense of seduction and foreplay out the window. It was animalistic, primal. It was what you lived for.

Your body was littered with a generous collection of cuts, burns, broken bones, all topped off with the mounds of candle wax that now spread beyond your chest. There were raw cuts around your wrists from where you had struggled against the restraints, which had been removed after round two to allow you to dominate the situation. If anyone had seen you, they would have immediately admitted you to a hospital. You looked like you had been in a horrid accident, and could pass as a dead body in the right context.

But you were far from dead. You were ecstatic. You had honestly never felt more alive. Screaming constantly at the top of your lungs had left your throat raw and numb, but you continued to scream out his name.

Another wave of pleasure captured your body as Feitan slit your cheek with a knife whilst thrusting relentlessly into you. Another bestial scream of pleasure arose out of you, mixing with the moans and grunts from your partner. Currently, you were half way done with round four, and honestly had no intension of slowing down.

You felt a ball begin to form in the pit of your stomach, desperation overcame you as you rode Feitan, his hands grabbing your sides and roughly pushing you faster down onto him. Your hands wrapped round his throat, restricting the blood flow to his head, giving him a lightheaded sensation that you recently discovered he enjoyed.

With one final effort, the pair of you finished simultaneously, each of you letting out a bellowing howl of pleasure. Flopping down next to Feitan, he used the last of his strength to drag your limp body into his chest, nuzzling against your sweaty flesh.

"let's take a small break, huh?" you whispered, your throat to raw to manage anything above a raspy whisper. Feitan hummed in agreement.

Relaxing into his arms, you heard a door being thrown open ferociously and stomping down the hallway. The moment was interrupted with a violent pounding on the door that shook the whole room. An agitated scream was heard through the thin piece of wood.

"I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANY MORE. SHUT THE FUCK UP. IM IN THE ROOM NEXT DOOR AND THE WALLS ARE SO FUCKING THIN I CAN HEAR FUCKING EVERYTHING. SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KILL YOU BOTH"

It was Phinks.

Before long, Machi chimed in

"Same here. It's really gross. Hisokas going nuts downstairs. I am so ready to—"

Before she could finish the end of her threat, she was interrupted by Chrollo Lucifer himself.

"leave them too it. Can't you see they are in the middle of something" 

"but boss"

"stop."

A pressuring silence followed, making everyone so uncomfortable, you started squirming in your skin. After a suffocatingly long moment, you decided you couldn't take it anymore. Reluctantly pulling yourself away from Feitan you stood up and approached the door.

You swung it open with such force, it cracked the wall behind it. Glaring at the three characters in front of you, you didn't even care that you were butt-ass naked, dripping with blood and candlewax. The only clothing you had on was the scarf around your neck, that you had refused to take off. Your eyes pierced through the souls of each of the individuals standing there, If only looks could kill...

Taken aback but your sudden naked appearance, phinks turns a bright shade of pink, staring at you broken and battered body for a second too long, then hurriedly turns away, flustered out of his mind. Machi muttered "slut" under her breath and turns away, a disgusted look branded across her features.

Chrollo calmly looks you up and down, a hungry look in his eye, noticing the candlewax and cuts he thinks out loud

"masochist, huh?"

Ignoring the comments, you take a deep breath to calm the rage that had suddenly built up. You contemplated shouting, but that seemed too taxing on your aching body. Besides, with the raw state of your throat, you doubted that you would be able to muster up more than a whisper.

"what Feitan and I do in our own time is private. No business of yours. I apologies if you can hear us but as you can see, we are not quite done yet, so plug your ears and bare it...

Unless any of you want to join us"

you add the last bit in with a smirk, daring any of them to enter the battle zone that is your bedroom, if they thought they could take it.

You glare at them each individually in the eye challengingly. Phinks looks away immediately, but smiles to himself. He took a mental picture of you, storing it to his mental "wank-bank".
Machi tried to hold the eye contact, but couldn't. Admitting defeat she looks away and sulks, muttering about what a whore you were or something along those lines.

Finally, you glare at chrollo intensely for a long time, your [E/C] orbs boring into his brown ones. He remains unflinching under your scrutinising glare for minutes, you were secretly impressed.

After a long while of you two staring at each other, phinks coughs uncomfortably and mumbles something about going to bed. Machi gratefully agrees and the pair of them go back to their respective rooms, leaving you and chrollo to continue the silent test of strength.

Without breaking eye contact, you step to the side, allowing him to enter. Chrollo smiles at you, seriously considering your offer.

"I wasn't kidding" you say seductively, leaning your still broken body against the wall, partly because you were so exhausted it felt like you could collapse any moment. 

He chuckles, "another time." And with that, he finally breaks the eye contact and strides away.

A wave of relief casts over your body. No way you could go on for much longer, though admittedly, you were still slightly disappointed.  Ever since your dating first encounter with the boss, it has seemed like he was almost challenging you. Perhaps because of your position as an outsider to the group, or was it something more personal?

You closed the door and turn to face Feitan. A slight stunned look is painted across his face as he sits up in bed. It quickly morphs into a look up absolute pride.

You walk over to him, a cascade of exhaustion sweeping over your body after the taxing encounter. You make it about half way across the room before your legs finally give out and buckle.

Before you could hit the floor, you feel a pair of strong arms swoop around your waist and catch you, mid fall. You look up and stare at Feitan, utterly grateful for his presence. He leans down and picks you up bridal style, delicately placing you under the covers of the bed, not caring if the sheets are covered in blood and wax.

"You shouldn't push yourself so much. You need to give yourself time to properly heal" He says, his voice laced with concern

"yeah, yeah, I know. But it was fun though wasn't it..." you chuckle as your eyelids drift closed, the deep lulling of sleep tempting you.

Feitan gets into bed and snuggles next to you after blowing out the candle beside the bed. The room is plunged into total darkness as he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in his loving hold.

Feeling his skin on yours, you turn to face him, still enthralled in his embrace. You stare at his face, trying to make out his features in the darkness. Lifting your hand up, you caress his face, gently washing your fingers over the details of his skin and running your hands through his silky, slightly sweaty hair. He softly hums in appreciation.

"A threesome then, huh?" he whispers

"Meh, it was spur of the moment"

He chuckles, pulling you in closer

"I'm not complaining" he smirks

Smiling you nuzzle closer into his chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat against his chest.

You close your eyes, thinking about how close the pair of you have become in such a short amount of time. Physically, yes obviously. But you also can't ignore the feeling that he understands you, better than anyone else has. He fully accepted the rash nature of your 'career' and lets you act on your own accord, putting faith in your abilities, whilst also watching out and protecting you. The scarf that you wore, even now to fall asleep in, was a reminder that he too felt these things in such a short amount of time. The need to protect you, even when he's not there with you.

You hear his breath deepen as he begins to fall asleep with you in his arms.

Thinking out loud, you whisper into his chest

"I never thought I'd find someone like you Feitan. I think... I think I love you"

The last part was barely audible, mouthing the words to get a taste of them in your mouth.
But of course, Feitan heard it all.