tempting_the_fates

Hannibal

For as much as Nyx seemed to go off the rails, he did quite like having a routine. Seeing Hannibal once a week scratched multiple itches, a little high, a little danger- And a weekly appointment to keep. Something to center his week around when everything else was a bit messy or out of order.

This week was no different, saying hello at the desk, then making his way to Hannibal's rooms. The only real difference was he was dressed a bit nicer this week, having spent the afternoon recording a few promotional videos for the upcoming holiday season, and a TV special he was to be a part of. Rather than his usual casual style, he had on a rather nice suit. Well, some of it anyway- The tie and jacket had been abandoned in the car, but the shirt and trousers still looked nice.

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Hannibal was not in a good mood. Things weren't going the way he wanted them too, and he was starting to become quite restless. The façade of a calm, cool, collected nature was starting to fray at the edges.

He couldn't quite keep the irritation off his face. Alcuin was giving him more trouble than pleasure as of late. And he knew the boy had gotten himself a second phone.

He was tired of playing games. He was tired of keeping in check. And he was tired of pretending and hiding his nature. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted blood on his hands, and in his mouth.

The restlessness was visible on his face when Nyx came in. Not that he wanted to kill Nyx. Not at all. Nyx was a very welcome distraction.

"Hello, Nyx." It sounded more dangerous than pleasant.

Nyx noted the tone immediately, head tilting slightly as he took in the sight of the vampire. He seemed... Not rattled, but certainly not as cool as he usually was. Something was going on, and Nyx knew just enough to take a guess.

"Trouble in paradise, Hannibal?" the fae asked, his tone teasing, but a little provoking. He couldn't help himself, Nyx had never met a bear he didn't want to poke.

Hannibal eyed him as if to debate whether to change his mind on not killing him. "I would advice you caution. I enjoy you, but I am not in a good mood. You might suffer from that."

Nyx wandered closer, toying with the buttons on Hannibal's shirt.

"I don't mind suffering," the fae assured him with a little purr. "I can take it. Find pleasure in it even. I'm a good listener though, if you'd rather talk."

He seemed unbothered by the threat, perhaps even intrigued as he popped open the top button of Hannibal's shirt.

Hannibal let him. "Do you know my lover? Alcuin. He works here." Worked.

"I can't say I do," Nyx said honestly, opening another button. "Tell me about him?" he suggested.

Hannibal let the second button pop as well. "The trouble I have, is with him," he confessed.

He didn't usually speak of personal matters frankly, and wasn't sure why he confided in Nyx. Perhaps because he had no knowledge of Alcuin. Perhaps because he had some leverage here. Perhaps he trusted Nyx.

"He's been giving me the cold shoulder."

"I imagine he's usually..."

Nyx paused, trying to pick the right words. Hannibal was clearly not in the best mood, and the fae wasn't looking to make it worse.

"...Well mannered," he settled on. "I can't imagine you in a relationship with someone prone to dramatics. So what happened? Did you have an argument?"

"He's had a troubled past. He'd forgotten parts of it. Some fae tolf that it is magic that wiped his memory," Hannibal provided.

"So it's not you he's upset with at least," Nyx replied. "Vampires aren't known for their magic."

"He has a flare for the dramatic. I told him not to dwell. That didn't go down well," Hannibal admitted. "Come sit on my lap."

"Happily," Nyx purred, moving to join Hannibal on the vampire's lap.

"He'll come around," he soothed, even though he had no way of knowing if that was true. "Who could stay away from you, hm?" he added with a grin.

"He, quite evidently," Hannibal replied as his hands snuck underneath Nyx' shirt. He did enjoy a beauty in a good suit. "He has not only stopped working for me, he hasn't been in my bed since that night."

"I'm sorry," Nyx said sincerely, since he had no reason to believe Hannibal had done anything to deserve such treatment.

He purred as Hannibal caressed him beneath his shirt, shifting to get a little closer. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how to make it better," he offered, letting his magic flow a bit.

Hannibal smiled for the first time tonight, much like a cat toying with a mouse. "Let me bite you," he said, and unsheathed his fangs. "Let me bring you some pleasure, then get on your knees and bring me some pleasure."

Nyx admired the fangs for a moment, before lifting his gaze to meet Hannibal's.

"Gladly," he said, pushing his hair back to expose his neck, as he tilted his head slightly to the side in silent offering.

"You, my dear, are a treat," Hannibal praised and sank his fangs into Nyx' flesh.

He drank gently, tasting the magic sweetness of fae blood. "Delicious," he said when he pulled back.

Nyx was purring again, letting himself enjoy the sensation for a moment, before slipping off Hannibal's lap and onto his knees.

It was easy to just let go of things for a while, in favour of indulging. He supposed that was part of what made him such an addict- He was always searching for distraction and pleasure. Though he wasn't really thinking about that as he started to open the other man's trousers to free his cock.

"Make me forget my troubles," Hannibal requested, or demanded, more likely.

Wrapping his fingers around the base of Hannibal's cock, Nyx took the vampire between his lips. He took his time, teasing just the tip before swallowing him deep.

Hannibal let him tease and play, but when he swallowed, he grabbed his hair and kept him in place. He had a feeling roughness would be welcomed.

Nyx made a startled sound, but there was no resistance there. If there was any struggle at all, it was meant to provoke, rather than any real attempt to get away.

Swallowing around the length of the other man, he let Hannibal settle against the back of his throat, his hands coming to rest on Hannibal's thighs.

Hannibal needed control and this was a substitute for a little while. He moaned, approvingly, and bucked his hips, slow at first.

Nyx choked a little, but it was hard to tell if it was put on or not, his grip on Hannibal tightening a little as he let the other man take what he wanted.

His magic continued to fill the room, starting to caress the other man a bit through his clothes, searching for more.

"Do you enjoy that, my dear?" Hannibal asked. He would take but not more than Nyx was willing to give.

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