Hannibal

[alcuin]

The last time Alcuin had spotted Hannibal he was speaking with Eliot, and Alcuin had wanted to give him that space. So he'd slipped to the side for a moment, checking his phone, when a familiar voice caught at the edge of his spine.

"Alcuin," the man said, with the slow drawl of someone who always expects to be welcomed.

Alcuin froze. Then slowly turned.

Roger Carrick. Still bronzed, still smiling like the world owed him forgiveness for the things he never admitted.

Alcuin didn’t speak. Just looked at him.

"You look good," Roger said. “Didn’t recognize you at first. You’ve really grown into your own.”

Alcuin’s mouth curled, faintly. “I wasn’t a child when we met.”

Roger chuckled, as if it were a joke. “No. No, I suppose you weren’t.”

A beat. Just long enough for discomfort to settle.

“I’ve been meaning to reach out,” Roger added, voice going a little quieter, as if afraid they'd be overheard. “There’s a new project I think you’d be perfect for.”

Alcuin’s eyes didn’t waver. “I’m not interested.”

"You don’t even want to hear about it?"

“I don’t take meetings in hotel rooms anymore,” Alcuin said calmly.

The words landed with precision—gentle in tone, surgical in intent.

There was a flash of anger across Roger's face, and then he reached out and grabbed Alcuin's arm. "I don't know what you're getting at, but if you're thinking of dragging me into some me too bullshit - "

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[alcuin]

“I oiling help but think how that would have gone if Anafiel were still alive,” Alcuin said. “If I’d been there with him.”

[anamusebouche]

"Want to talk about that?" Hannibal offered. "What do you fear would have happened?" Hannibal knew, but he loved seeing Alcuin voice his pain. It was beautiful to him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin sighed. "I mean, I do think that I'd already gotten to a point where I... wouldn't..." After all, that was what precipitated the fight that resulted in Anafiel's death. "But I certainly wouldn't have dared pushed back against Carrick like I did."

[anamusebouche]

"It's a good step you've taken," Hannibal praised gently.

[alcuin]

Alcuin smiled at him. "You make me feel braver," he said.

[anamusebouche]

"I'm glad for that," Hannibal said. "And I hope you continue to grow."

[alcuin]

Alcuin draped his arms over Hannibal’s shoulders. He smiled. “Feeling brave turns me on, too.”

[anamusebouche]

"Well, I didn't want to presume," Hannibal said with a little smile. "But I encourage that very much. Are you inspired in anything in particular?"

[alcuin]

Alcuin thought about this and he honestly wasn't sure. "I want to do everything with you," he said quietly, his voice almost husky.

[anamusebouche]

"Hmmm, that sounds promising," Hannibal replied, putting his arms around Alcuin.

[alcuin]

Alcuin's eyes suddenly lit up a bit. "Oh! You could draw me."

[anamusebouche]

"You certainly inspire me," Hannibal replied. "Why don't you take off your clothes while I grab my pad and pencils? I'll leave the pose to you."

[alcuin]

"All right, but I do trust your eye," Alcuin said, and began shedding his clothes on the way to the bedroom. And when he was finally naked, he climbed onto the bed, but was still deciding how he might position himself when Hannibal walked in.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal watched him as if he was Beauty personified. "Can't decide?" He asked, smiling.

[alcuin]

Alcuin bit his lip as he settled onto his back. “I was trying to decided how um - “ He almost said “dirty.” “How provocative to be,” he confessed.

[anamusebouche]

"I encourage any lewdness on your part," Hannibal assured him. "I do enjoy a challenge."

[alcuin]

Alcuin but his lip. “Sketch me now,” he said softly, and let his legs fall apart slightly, reaching between them to drag his fingers up his cock. “Eager. And then again after you fuck me.”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal nodded. He very much approved of this. "I hope I can focus," he said, eyes on Alcuin as if he might jump him.

[alcuin]

Alcuin loved the look in his eyes. As he lazily stroked his cock he murmured, “I think I will enjoy watching you just as much.”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal took a seat and flipped open his drawing pad. "You enjoy watching men suffer?" he teased as he began. Oh, but he loved this. He could already feel himself getting hard and it was delight to suppress it as much as he could.

[alcuin]

Alcuin wet his lips. “I enjoy watching you, specifically, want me.”

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal began drawing, calm as ever, though a perceptive eye could see what was underneath. "Can you sense how much I want you?"

[alcuin]

"Yes," said Alcuin, and his eyes drifted to Hannibal's groin.

His own cock was hard now, and he continued to touch himself with a light touch.

[anamusebouche]

"And I can sense how much you want me," Hannibal said. "But I would like to see it as well," he encouraged.

[alcuin]

"How would you like me to show you?" Alcuin asked, and he was just a touch breathlessly. He began to stroke his cock a touch more firmly.