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]

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.

[alcuin]

Alcuin rested his forehead against Hannibal's as his breathing slowed. He felt a pleasant buzz, and despite the orgasm, still aroused.

"Perhaps a short break before you fuck me," he murmured. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal hummed as he took a handkerchief to clean himself. "I'd love one."

[alcuin]

Alcuin climbed off of him and went to the cabinet to get a bottle and two glasses, and poured.

Still naked, he walked over and handed Hannibal one. "I just thought of something else," he said. "From yesterday. A stray thought from a client in the lobby yesterday. Something about a piano bar. That it's bound to be more welcoming to vampires again."

[anamusebouche]

Could it be? Hannibal wondered. "Did you catch the name of the bar? Or the proprietor?"

[alcuin]

"Requiem, I think," Alcuin said. "Good name for a vampire piano bar." Then, thoughtfully, "Actually Nocturne would be as well. Maybe you should get a piano for the lobby. Did you know I play, a little? I didn't realize until I sat down in front of one not long ago... I suppose I must have learned when I was young."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal knew. He'd seen him play when he was young.

"I didn't know that. You should definitely show me some time," he said, pleasantly.

He would also check out the bar. If that meant Kersen was back in town...

[alcuin]

“Would you like me to check out the bar?” Alcuin asked, and perched himself on Hannibal’s lap again as he sipped his wine.

[anamusebouche]

"I think I might investigate personally," Hannibal replied. "Though I will let you know what I find."

[alcuin]

Alcuin took another drink and then reached around Hannibal to set the wine glass on his desk. "Do you ever drink from other vampires?" he asked curiously.

He'd seen it before, of course. Vampires occasionally came to the brothel to patronize other vampires rather than their human employees. He'd also seen the surveillance footage. It made sense to him that blood lust could be part of just lust rather than for food, and he assumed (given the amount of blood he'd seen) that vampires could sustain more blood loss than humans. It was... interesting.

[anamusebouche]

"I have, yes," Hannibal said. "Think of it as licking honey from a naked body; it's not for nurture, but for pleasure."

[alcuin]

Alcuin nodded. That made sense. He leaned in and licked a line across Hannibal's neck. "Does it taste different?"

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal hummed. "It's cold, but with a hint of spice. Being bitten doesn't affect us as it does humans, but... it does affect somewhat. It's... very enjoyable."

[alcuin]

"When you drink from me, is it more like food or pleasure?" Alcuin asked curiously. Having set down the wine glass, he had his arms draped around his neck again.

[anamusebouche]

"You taste exceptionally sweet, so it's always a pleasure," Hannibal didn't mind admitting. "But I don't rely on you for food. You mean much more to me than a meal."

[alcuin]

"I am glad," Alcuin said, and kissed him softly. "And I love that things are so... blessedly quiet, when I'm with you. But it can be a little disconcerting that I can't hear your thoughts. I always know when someone likes me, when they want me, what they want..."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal kissed his chest. "I like you," he assured him. Another kiss. "I want you." Another kiss. "I would like nothing more than for you to fuck yourself on me right here in this chair as I bite you again."

[alcuin]

Alcuin shivered. “Let me just… fetch some lubricant,” he murmured, and climbed off of him.

[anamusebouche]

There was a part of Hannibal (ever present in any vampire) to drain Alcuin whole. He never did, of course, but there was always that wish, deep down. It was fortunate that Alcuin couldn't read that.

He lazily pulled himself off, making sure he was erect again, as he watched Alcuin fetch the lube.

[alcuin]

Alcuin returned, and considered logistics briefly before hoping up on Hannibal’s desk, on the very edge. He held the lube out to him and spread his legs, smiling coyly.

[anamusebouche]

"Bend over, I'm feeling lazy," Hannibal replied with a grin.