Feitan
A knock at your door drew your attention before firmly ignoring it, pulling the covers over your head as you curled up. The knocking persisted however before stopping abruptly. There was a pause before your door opened and you heard shuffling, signalling someone entering. You heard the door close and a brief pause before feeling the bed dip, creaking softly before you felt a gentle hand on your back. You slowly pulled the covers down, spotting Feitan sitting with you. He retracted his hand before holding up a plate with a toastie and presenting it to you, sliding it onto the sheets beside you. You sat up, smiling at him shyly before taking the plate.
"You made this for me?" You asked, flushing softly when he nodded.
"Thank you, Fei." You took a small bite, appreciative of his kindness. You didn't know him well, but you were happy to be discovering new things about his personality. He sat in silence with you as you ate and when you were done you let out a sigh.
"I suppose I should talk to Chrollo..." You mumbled, placing your plate down and shuffling out of bed. Feitan caught your wrist with his hand, earning you attention.
"No." The simple statement had your brows raised.
"No?" You repeated dumbly, letting a small yelp pass your lips as he pulled you back down to him.
"No." He confirmed and you stared at him for a while, his intense gaze forcing you to look away shyly.
"I've stayed quiet long enough, it's time I take charge." He grabbed your waist, forcing you to mount his lap, pulling your chin so you would look at him.
"You are mine. Do you understand?" He growled and you pushed against his chest.
"Feitan, stop playing, this is serious." He caught your wrist, holding it steady as he locked eyes with you.
"I am being serious. I've grown tired of waiting, so I'm making the decision for you. You are mine and mine alone." He stated firmly.
"I dont understand..." You trailed off, but he cut you off.
"I won't repeat myself again. If I catch you with anyone else, do you know what I'll do?" You shook your head, watching him lean in close to your ear.
"I'll drag them back here and kill them, right in front of your pretty little face." He whispered causing a shudder to run through your body.
"I don't make jokes, sweetheart, I mean the words that I say. If you want to test the validity of my words then go right ahead, but know the bloodshed will be on your hands." He cooed, his sweet tone contradicting his violent words.
You bit your tongue, swallowing your words instantly as not to provoke him. Was this the real Feitan? You couldn't help the shudder of pleasure that ran to your core at his possessiveness.
"And what if I want to test your words?" You teased, and he growled, flipping you around so you were beneath him on the bed, noses touching.
"You are a naughty girl. Do you know how dangerous I am?" He hummed and you ran your fingers through his hair.
"You wouldn't hurt me." You stated and his eyes softened for a moment.
"Never. But the others... Well, if they get in my way then I will have to force my hand." He purred and you whined softly.
Part of you thought he wouldn't, he always spoke of the Troupe as family, and the thought plagued the back of your mind as he fucked you into oblivion, claiming you over and over until your legs shook and your abused pussy was dripping with cum; Feitan having made sure to lay claim to you. You still believed it was just a light possessive trait, for weeks, he seemed to return to his usual self, only becoming more clingy or touchy when others were near you. You found it comforting in a way. However, that changed when Feitan went out on a mission with Franklin, his body tense and eyes dropped into a glare as he saw you and Franklin laughing together, watching him place his large hand on your shoulder for balance. He stifly told the other they had been paired for a mission and left without another word.
Only Feitan returned.
He'd told everyone it had been an unfortunate miscalculation. But you had known better, especially from the way he looked at you after he said it. It was a warning. A threat, saying 'Don't push your luck.' From then on you avoided spending large amounts of time with the others, deciding the safest option was to stick beside Feitan, after all, you couldn't get into trouble if you were with him.
You were sitting in the grass at the back of the hideout, Feitan's head resting on your lap as you stroked your fingers through your hair. A shadow casting over you made you look up, seeing Chrollo.
"Can we talk? Privately." He added, causing Feitan to crack open an eye to glare at his Boss.
"Uhm, I don't-" You trailed off. It wasn't just because of Feitan that you hesitated. After all, this is the man that fired you so heartlessly and it was Feitan who scooped you up and helped you build your confidence again.
"I don't want to be alone with you. Anything you have to say you can say here." Feitan squeezed you hand gently in comfort and you smiled down at him, proud of yourself. Chrollo, however, was not.
"Fine. What relationship do the two of you have exactly? Since our conversation in the car, you have been attached at the hip. You never spend time with any of us anymore, it's... worrying." He sighed and you furrowed your brows. Feitan sat up, prepared to speak but you stopped him.
"What relationship I have with Fei is none of your business but if you must know we are together. You fired me and left me a mess, Feitan was the one who came to look after me, who built me back up again, so excuse me that I would like to spend time with him. I don't work for you anymore, I have no obligation to any of you, have you ever thought that maybe I don't /want/ to be around you, Chrollo?" You stood, brushing off your clothes.
"Not everything is about you, Chrollo, I'm not going to come to you because you say so. I'm finally happy after you ruined everything so can you do both me and Feitan a favour and leave us alone?" You poked him hard in the chest and he moved to catch your wrist. Your eyes widened as he pulled you into his chest and you heard Feitan calmly get to his feet before he wrapped his slender fingers around Chrollo's arm, claws visible.
"I suggest you unhand her." Feitan said lowly.
"Or what?" Chrollo pressed.
"Or I will make you." The two shared a fierce stare before Chrollo let go, snatching his arm from Feitan's grip and stepping back. He left without another word as Feitan fussed over you.
"Dont worry, my sweet, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you anymore." He pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead.