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]

"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.

[alcuin]

"What about my neck and my arse," Alcuin whispered against his ear, and then let go of his cock to slid off of his lap and onto his knees.

[anamusebouche]

"I'm feeling extremely lazy tonight. I assume it's the Vicodin. Feel free to get creative," Hannibal suggested and put his hands lazily on Alcuin's head.

[alcuin]

Alcuin chuckled softly and then wrapped his lips around Hannibal's cock. He might not be able to hear what he was thinking like other men he pleasured, but he paid enough attention that he hoped he'd gotten very good at this for him.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal knew to let Alcuin know that he enjoyed it, so he told him, with small endearments in his native tongue, and by bucking his hips to the touch slighly. "Deeper, my love. Show me you can take it whole."

[alcuin]

Alcuin groaned quietly around his cock as he did just as he was asked, opening his throat and taking him deeper until he was on the verge of choking.

[anamusebouche]

"You know so well how I like it," Hannibal said between blissful moans. "Make me come, my love."

[alcuin]

Every bit of praise from Hannibal always made Alcuin light right up. He moaned and kept going, not stopping until he tasted Hannibal in his mouth and swallowed.

[anamusebouche]

Alcuin not only lit up figuratively, but Hannibal could smell how it made him lit up literally. Praises made Alcuin's blood taste so much better.

He groaned as he came, with Alcuin's name on his lips and let Alcuin taste him and clean up every drop.

When he was done, Hannibal pulled him up. "Strip for me." He was lazy, but he certainly knew what he wanted.

[alcuin]

Alcuin stood gracefully, and stripped slowly out of ever inch of his clothing. His underwear were last, and when he pulled them down revealed that he was half hard already. He moved closer then, reaching out and smoothing Hannibal's hair.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal smiled and placed his hands on Alcuin's bare hips. "Tell me what you want right now..."

[alcuin]

Alcuin took a ragged breath. "I want to come with your fangs in my throat."

[anamusebouche]

The amount of trust Alcuin had in Hannibal was delightful. He knew Hannibal had killed and yet he trusted him blindly never to harm him.

He unsheathed his fangs and smiled to show them to Alcuin. "Then come here, my love."

[alcuin]

Alcuin slid onto his lap again.

His breath was already coming a bit quick, and his cock twitched, in anticipation. He did get a slight high from the bites, but honestly even more it was the intimacy of it and also knowing how it affected Hannibal.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal loved to have Alcuin naked on his lap. He pushed his head to a side gently and sank his fangs into his throat. And as he did he took his cock and his hands and pumped it.

First, he drank slowly and pumped gently, but soon he was drinking with a little more fervour as he pumped him harder. He knew exactly how much to take to leave Alcuin high and excited, but without leaving him dead. And he enjoyed very much to push the limits where he could.

[alcuin]

It was always overwhelming, the combination. Almost too much. But it was also always fast, Alcuin couldn't help it.

"Oh, god..." Alcuin moaned. This was exactly what he'd wanted, what he'd asked for. "Hannibal..." And then it wasn't long before he was coming, spilling over Hannibal's fingers.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal stopped only after he'd rode his orgasm. Alcuin tasted even sweeter after he'd come.

He pulled away, smiled and made a show of licking his fingers. His come tasted equally sweet.