Hannibal

[alcuin]

Alcuin was heading towards his room when he passed House in the hallway outside Hannibal's office. And immediately got his thoughts very strongly in his head.

Fuck I hope he didn't notice my erection. And then House wondering to himself if Hannibal had offered to bite him to ensure that none of his other employees got a little high, or because he wanted to.

After confirming that Hannibal wasn't in his office, Alcuin turned the other direction to go to Hannibal's bedroom instead. He knocked, and waited for word to step inside and close the door behind him.

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[anamusebouche]

Hannibal, at his desk, smiled, always pleased to see Alcuin. "Hello, my love," he said. He was a little dizzy, but pleasantly, and a little lazily horny.

[alcuin]

A smiled pulled at Alcuin's lips, because as was commonly the case, he already knew something.

"You're high," he teased. "Also you gave Dr. House an erection and he's feeling very conflicted about it."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal chuckled. "He wanted something against the pain, but I wasn't about to let anyone bite him while he was drugged. So I offered." He said, almost naughtily.

[alcuin]

"And I suspect that you knew exactly what the outcome would be on both ends," Alcuin said. He walked to him, and leaned over, draping his arms over his neck. "I wouldn't have taken him as your type," he teased.

[anamusebouche]

"I will admit I rather enjoyed making him a little uncomfortable," Hannibal said and covered Alcuin's hands with his own. "And no, I wouldn't pick him, no. Though I wouldn't deny him either."

[alcuin]

Alcuin climbed onto his lap, and kissed his neck. "Phedre likes him," he said. "He's an attentive lover burdened only by insecurity about his physical limitations."

He tried to be careful about what he told Hannibal about what he heard in the other employees' heads, but he didn't think Phedre would mind this topic.

[anamusebouche]

"Well, I would gladly bite him again to diminish his fears," Hannibal said and kissed Alcuin.

[alcuin]

Alcuin draped his arms around his neck again and kissed him back. When it broke he murmured, "So am I benefiting from his blood getting you all worked up?"

[anamusebouche]

"The Vicodin gives a nice balance, really, but... yes, I very much would like to take advantage of the situation."

[alcuin]

“Should I wait until after to give you the news of the day?” Alcuin asked as he licked a line across Hannibal’s neck. He usually had reports in the evening of goings on at the brothel, either like this or over dinner.

[anamusebouche]

"Maybe start now, until I can't stop myself any longer," Hannibal said with a hum to the touch.

[alcuin]

"Well let's see, clients today... well before you drank from him, Dr. House gave Phedre two orgasms and lost to her at chess." He continued kissing his way down his neck, and played at the hem of his shirt with his fingers. "Dorian's last appointment of the day was canceled and he wants to know why - I'm guessing you know. Oh, and... Selina is currently servicing a low level employee at the wizard secret service. When he came in he was in need of some relaxation. He's nervous about meeting his new boss. They've replaced M. Head of Missions."

[anamusebouche]

"Well have her as a regular for him," Hannibal said as he leaned into the touch. "Anything more on him?"

[alcuin]

"Oh our client the low level employee, or on the new M?" Alcuin asked, though it wasn't as if he knew much more on either, so he went ahead and added, "I could wander by the coffee shop by headquarter this week. I bet there's a lot of nervous employees if they have a new boss. They might have more specifics knocking around in their heads."

[anamusebouche]

"Let's do that," Hannibal said, always happy when Alcuin suggested what he already intended. Things went better when Alcuin had the initiative. "Make friends. Make a little more than friends, if needed."

[alcuin]

"Maybe I'll run into the new boss himself," Alcuin mused. "Wouldn't that be something." He shifted a little on his lap and slid his hand down, between Hannibal's legs. "Can you imagine what might be knocking around in his head? Maybe he needs someone to help him relax... must be very stressful."

[anamusebouche]

"Hmm," Hannibal hummed, not only at the idea but also the hand. "Find the right people to climb the ladder, so to speak. Find out what he likes and how he likes it."

[alcuin]

"Hopefully the answer isn't 'women,'" Alcuin teased, though in all honesty, even that was not always an obstacle for him. He unfastened Hannibal's trousers and slid his hand inside. "So are you going to tell me what happened with Dorian?"

[anamusebouche]

"He let's his clients take too much blood," Hannibal said and hitched a breath when Alcuin's fingers finally made contact. "I believe he may struggle with a beginning addiction. It was never a problem before. I still have to talk to him, though he never says much to me. Perhaps you might?"

[alcuin]

Before Alcuin and Hannibal had become lovers, Alcuin had tried in vain to flirt with Dorian. That was when he'd learned from listening to Dorian's thoughts that Hannibal had given all of the staff clear instructions not to touch him.

Of course, this didn't stop Dorian from fantasizing about Alcuin, and sometimes Alcuin caught glimmers of it. It was flattering... tempting, even. But he did not want to risk Hannibal being upset with Dorian.

"I could do that," he said, and began to stroke Hannibal's cock.

[anamusebouche]

A moan escaped him. "He always liked you."

[alcuin]

"Everyone likes me," Alcuin teased. He kept going, and then after a moment asked quietly, "Would it be beneficial for me to get closer to him?"

[anamusebouche]

"No," Hannibal replied. "I don't want him to make illusions. He should learn to deal with the reality of this brothel, or leave."

[alcuin]

Alcuin nodded. "I'll talk to him, though." Talk. Not seduce. "He should be more careful."

This was something that Alcuin knew about, since Hannibal drank from him regularly. Though at the same time... Alcuin rarely felt weakened by it at all, and he also didn't have any signs of addiction. Sometimes he wondered if there was something about him that made him less susceptible to the negative impacts.

Still stroking Hannibal's cock, he leaned into his ear and murmured, "What do you want?"

He had to ask, which was strange sometimes. When he had sex with humans he often just knew.

[anamusebouche]

"Your mouth. Then your neck. Then your arse," Hannibal said, enjoying the feel of his hand.