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The music was loud within the bar, but thankfully Spreen was located further back in a private booth with Farfadox and Conter. They were having a laugh over who knows what, slamming down drinks and occasionally lighting a cigar. A few women and men came to their table, looking for a private session but were always declined.
They were respected in this club as everyone here knew who they were. They were treated like royalty here, never ending drinks, free refills and food, top of the line service, and occasionally samples of the highest quality substances they could provide. This was their retreat, everything that happens inside this building, stays in secret forever.
Eventually Conter took interest in someone else and left Spreen and Farfadox by themselves at the booth. They both started to gossip and laugh over the bunny's poor choice in men as they continued to drink the night away.
Out of the corner of Spreen's eye, he noticed someone he has never seen here before. A figure dressed in all black with these weird markings on his cheek bone. When Spreen glanced over to this figure's view, they managed to look the other way and blend in with the crowd. Spreen's nose scrunched at the sight.
He nudged Farfa's shoulder and pointed with his head ever so slightly at the crowd, signaling to keep an eye out at the mass.
Farfa nodded. They kept both of their cheerful demeanor but still had an eye on the crowd for the time being.
Many refills later and he still hasn't seen that strange person, maybe it's been the amount of drinks Spreen had, making him believe he saw something that wasn't actually there, but that couldn't be as he could drink non stop and feel just fine. He rubbed his temples as another waiter came by to his table.
“Sr. Farfadox, Conter has asked me to come get you,” The waiter whispered and slid a paper down to Farfadox. “It's urgent.”
Spreen watched as Farfadox's eyes squinted to read the paper, and eventually widened before getting out of his seat. “Sorry Spreen, this is something, uh, I need to help him with.”
Spreen Rolled his eyes and smiled before watching his right hand man put his jacket on and leave, surely it wasn't something that important but to each their own.
He sat all alone and examined everything in front of him, seeing if he could spot that person again.
Nothing but people dancing and chatting with one another on the floor.
He watched for a few more moments before pulling a cigar out of his jacket pocket, then trying to light it with his gold plated lighter.
“Do you need help, pretty boy?” A soothing voice called out from in front of the table, his hand resting on the table and the other holding a smaller, less expensive lighter.
Spreen glanced up to see the man offering him help was none other than the red eyed figure he noticed not that long ago. This man had a 5 o'clock shadow and these piercing red eyes that matched the markings on his cheeks. A bridge piercing, and a pair of snake bite jewelry on his lip. His right ear appeared to have a dangle earring of a sword, and the other just had studs. He had these strange spider legs that sprouted from his back, going from an abyssal black to a deep crimson red. Though as he was wearing baggy clothes, something about how large he seemed told Spreen that this man was not your average person.
“You can borrow mine if you'd like,” The man offered, playing with the lighter between his fingers. “Though it's not as expensive as yours, osito.”
Spreen's ear twitched by that pet name, at the same time he managed to light his cigar and leaned back into the booth, eyeing this man from the waist up. He didn't speak or say anything to him, he just examined and waited to see what this guy's deal was.
The spider hybrid smiled and put the lighter back into his pocket. “I've heard you don't say much,” He eventually started to climb over the table and crawl towards Spreen. “I hear you are one of the biggest, baddest, strongest godfathers there ever was.”
Spreen noticed this tone in the spider's voice shift, instead of quickly taking action, he wanted to see where this scenario was going.
He took a huff of his cigar and blew the smoke out, extinguishing his cigar soon after.
The spider hybrid took this as an opportunity to pull himself onto Spreen's lap. With a quick maneuver, he was already wrapping his one arm around the bear's shoulder, while the other free hand was trailing a circle over his chest.
“I like my men like you,” He whispered into Spreen's ear, his hand now trailing to the other's neck. “Strong, Rich, Powerful,”
The spider's hot breath was blanketing Spreen's neck as he leaned in closer. Almost grazing Spreen's skin with his fangs.
Spreen was humored by the display, until he heard a wet clicking sound from where the spider was leaning in to, it was his inner mandibles popping out from inside of his mouth. With a swift movement of his arm he managed to grab the hybrid by the neck and pin him to the cushioned seat. His grip was firm and hard.
“Who sent you?” Spreen's words were harsh and it only made the man underneath him laugh.
“Who, me?” The spider chuckled before kicking Spreen straight in the stomach, giving him a few seconds to release himself from the bear's grip, maneuvering around Spreen to be able to put him in a headlock. “No one sent me, I'm only here to see you, maybe have a few drinks, talk about our future together.”
It took a few quick seconds before it clicked in Spreen's head on who this seemingly strong hybrid was, and was surprised to see him in his domain.
“Wait, you're that huntsman,” Spreen growled, digging his sharp claws into the black spandex suit around his attackers forearms. “Roger was it?”
He managed to strike Roger in the stomach with his elbow, pushing the table out of the way in the process. He reached for an empty beer bottle and attempted to smash it on the spider's head. Roger managed to stop Spreen's attempt by grabbing onto his wrist. They were both standing up at this point and it seemed they were evenly matched.
“I've seen what you're capable of, Roger.” Spreen smirked through his heavy panting. “I have to say that I'm a big fan, but I don't think you can join my family that easily.”
Roger sneered as he tried to ignore the last thing Spreen said. His inner mandibles began to show, leaking tiny amounts of venom onto the floor. “Didn't know someone as handsome as you would enjoy my work, I'm truly flattered, osito.”
Spreen snarled as that word was used again. His anger rose and he gained more strength and overpowered the spider, hitting his left eyebrow in the process.
The spider hybrid seemed weirdly unphased by the glass attack, even though his head started to heavily bleed. All he seemed to care about was to tease Spreen.
“Oh, does that word bother you?” Roger cooed, this time feeling up Spreen's torso from behind, while rubbing the bloody side of his face onto Spreen's white shirt. “I'll keep that between you and me, osito.”
Roger reached his opened mouth for Spreen's shoulder, before feeling the bear's strong grip around his wrist and then being body slammed towards the ground.
Roger groaned in pain as his back smashed into the floor, squishing his extra spider limbs in the process. Above him stood Spreen, whose facial expression had changed from curiosity to anger.
Spreen picked up Roger by the collar, to the point where his feet weren't touching the ground, and pinned him to the wall. Blood and a black venom was leaking out of his mouth, but he was still holding a smile.
“Is that all you got?” Roger gasped as Spreen put more pressure between him and the wall. “Come on, hit me! Hit me with those big arms of yours!”
Spreen's eyebrows were furrowed as he gazed into this masochist’s glowing red eyes. He felt Roger's hands caress his forearms, and scrunched his nose. Even with this delinquent in his grasp, there was something about this spider hybrid that enticed him, but he couldn't let his hypnotic words enchant him that easily.
He pushed harder into the wall, pressing all of his body weight into Roger, and with that came the spider's grip around Spreen's wrist, getting tighter and tighter by the second.
Roger's face began to blush as he started to pant in the process, staring straight into Spreen's violet eyes and bit his lip. That small gesture alone made the bear hesitate.
With Spreen's guard let down, Roger bit down hard onto the bear's hands, causing Spreen to stagger and lose balance. With a new window opened, Roier went straight to Spreen's back again, and this time instead of feeling up his muscles, he began to claw his way through Spreen's white buttoned up shirt and into his thick skin, leaving a trail of blood that stained red on everything it touched.
Spreen growled in pain and tried to get Roger off of him, but with his hand and his newly opened chest wounds, it was hard to come back from this. He felt Roger's extra limbs wrap around him, like a spider wrapping up its prey.
Roger's claws continued to slowly drag through Spreen's chest, eventually ending at his hips and then pushing Spreen down to the ground.
The bear hybrid landed hard and began to pant as a pool of blood puddled underneath him. He tried to get up but instead met with Roger standing above him. The spider hybrid bent down to straddle his back, his arms slowly but carefully trailing towards Spreen's hands, and firmly held them in place.
“And I thought this fight would've lasted longer,” Roger uttered, his words laced with something calming. “Maybe I could be of use to you, osito.”
He pressed his body into Spreen's back, both of them being able to feel each other's heartbeats. He brought both of their hands closer, almost like an act of intimacy.
“I can do everything for you, imagine my skills within your family,” Roier whispered into Spreen's ear. “My potent venom would be the perfect weapon and it's all for you.”
Spreen groaned and tried to lift himself up, but the weight of the spider hybrid was too heavy for him in the current state he was in.
“Unless you would rather find out how it feels to die by my toxin,” He trailed his fangs along Spreen's cheek. “It's your choice, osito.”
There was a moment of silence before Spreen spoke.
“You working with me and my family?” He spat, trying to get up again but failed in the process. “You expected to join my family and get into the higher ranks that easily? By threatening me with death and clawing through my shirt in the process?”
“How else would you rather have it, mi amor? I have you pinned beneath me. You have nowhere to go and I could easily bite you with full force and inject you with my venom,” Roger's thumb caressed Spreen's hands. “I have nothing to lose even if you somehow get out of my grasp.”
Spreen stayed silent.
“I could be of use to you, your secret weapon. I can provide my strength and agility for you. Anything you want from me I will give. I'm yours and yours alone.” Roger said with such sincerity that Spreen could almost believe him.
There was another pause between their words, Roger continued to caress Spreen's hand with his thumb.
Spreen carefully thought about it, seeing how Roger pinned someone as strong as him down in a matter of minutes, maybe it was worth it to add someone like him to his family.
“How do I tell you're not lying?” Spreen asked.
Roger smiled and got off of Spreen, who got up as soon as he felt the weight shift above him. The spider lifted his arms up in the air as if he were surrendering, and watched as Spreen walked closer to him.
Spreen pushed Roger up against the wall again but this time with no intent to harm, but to examine the spider. He pressed his hand onto Roger's biceps, looked at his claws, and then eventually moved towards his bloody mouth where he jammed his fingers in there to see the anatomy and how sharp Roger's fangs were like.
To no surprise, Roger didn't bite down onto Spreen's fingers, nor did he do anything weird, he just let Spreen examine him before letting him come up with an answer.
The bear hybrid went back to Roier's wrists again, pressing his thumbs along the tendons. “These produce any sort of webbing?”
Roger looked at his wrist and back to Spreen, and nodded.
Spreen hummed in approval.
He leaned back and grabbed Roger by the shoulders, taking in one final look at the bloodied spider before coming up with a his final decision.
“Welcome to my family, Roger.”