Condonare (8/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:15:01 UTC
He poked at three different kinds of cereal, and several types of fish that looked all the same to him. He'd better not risk the fish. They also sold vitamins, and fruit- the fruit was expensive- Charles threw it all blindly into his cart and hoped for the best. He rarely cooked for himself, but obviously he couldn't drag Erik to a bistro whenever he was hungry
( ... )
Condonare (9/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:16:50 UTC
The bed was large, true, but Charles was deathly afraid of jarring Erik, who poured of waves of confused pain even in sleep. He took a pillow and curled up on the floor. But Erik woke up in the middle of the night, blinked down at Charles. He was obviously disoriented and trying not to be.
"Hey," said Charles, who was used to getting up at obscene hours in the morning. He knew it was a nightmare and not the pain that had woken Erik up. He could do something about the latter. He'd been thinking about it all night. Except that he might get it wrong and do something terrible to Erik's brain. "Do you want some water? You should keep hydrated."
Erik squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again. "Uh," he rasped.
"Water it is."
Warm, with honey and minced garlic.
Erik seemed to appreciate it. His eyes unfogged a little as he sipped. Charles had to hold the glass steady for him. "How did you get shot?"
"You could read my mind."
"Some people might take offense."
Erik gave a short bark of laughter. "Some people
( ... )
Condonare (10/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:18:58 UTC
Erik shrugged. "Go on. Yes, of course I know those fairy tales. Die Brüder Grimm. I remember... I don't-"
Charles turned around in time to see Erik scrub at his eyes, looking a bit wretched. He was twenty-three, Charles knew.
"Forgive my accent," he said, turning on the bedside lamp. "It's been three years since I gave up on German."
"You're going to read to me?" Amusement was better than the wretchedness. Charles knew he wouldn't have seen it if Erik hadn't been so ill, anyhow. The lamplight glanced off the sweat that sheened his face and lit his fever-glassy eyes.
"Aschenputtel," Charles said. "Do you remember
( ... )
Condonare (11/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:20:17 UTC
"I told you not to," Erik said, sounding twenty times more lucid than he had just a second before.
"Don't be an ass," Charles said in a friendly way. "Come for breakfast. You should get up from bed." Or at least, Hannibal thought so.
Charles was gratified to see Erik scrutinizing his food, (It's not just me-) before it gave way to subtle horror. Had Hannibal ever-
Hannibal's even teeth flashed white. He'd noticed their paying attention. I gave him food when he was too ill to appropriate rations for himself during our way here. He never asked. But it was only veal.He didn't seem hurt that both of them seemed to think he was capable of doing something like that. This was because Hannibal had done it before, Charles realized. He was vaguely pleased to be with two people who had accurate assessments of his character
( ... )
Condonare (12/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:21:59 UTC
Hannibal hadn't. So Charles wondered what his flash of- not remorse, but- culpability? Recognition? was. "No," he said. "Of course not. Why would you think he did?"
Because Hannibal was who he was, and Charles was- not willful? Or because Erik automatically believed the worst of Hannibal?
Erik thought, so clearly that Charles could not avoid hearing, he cannot have touched you. It was more an emotion than a thought, rising only halfway out of the heart, not rooted enough in reason to have taken a language.
"He was a perfect gentleman," Charles said, suddenly unable to look at either of them.
--
He wants you, Hannibal thinks. It's very strange for him. But not for me. He was reading Charles' essay upside down, looking critical. Charles felt a rush of animal intelligence that turned around, suddenly, into a scientific one- except with Hannibal, there was no difference. Hannibal was an animal of science. Hannibal was staring at him right now, reading Charles' thoughts without telepathy.
Condonare (13/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:22:57 UTC
"I actually thought you," Charles started, and stopped. The light of his lamp played against the smooth, pale planes of Hannibal's face, illuminated the hidden color in one eye and not the other. Erik lay sleeping in the other room.
Why would you think that?
"Because you two are-" so tightly bound up in the other, so similar, so different, he's so vulnerable and you always take what you want. "close."
Hannibal brought up a memory- hot, close, personal, my lips brushing against his, the heat of his chest, a backward jerk, playful jeering in French from the barmaids, who were used to such displays and then followed up with a swift montage of the days following, Erik acting like he'd been scalded every time Hannibal touched him.
"Was it fear?" It had been fear, for Charles. When Hannibal had pinned him to the sink, erection pressing into Charles' backside, Charles had been turned on and terrified and utterly frozen.
Erik cares little for, Hannibal dismissed. And resents it in others. Or lack thereof, depending on your point of view.
( ... )
Condonare (14/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:25:41 UTC
Hannibal raised his head so that the light brought out the strange color of his eyes, and part of Charles' mind rebelled against meeting that gaze, and immediately ran through a list of eye mutations to distract itself. Most of him, to his own surprise, stood his ground. Not here, not when he could stop it, because most of the time he couldn't, and Hannibal needed to understand that there were limits.
"He's right," Erik said in English. His voice was hoarse. Hannibal had choked him tightly. "I did... endanger us. There are people searching, and what I did was quite recognizable. I'm sorry."
He used his abilities. He always does, when he's angry.
"They won't recognize him," Charles said. "And if they do, I'll take care of it."
Hannibal looked contemptuous. You?
"I can do things."
You don't have the strength for execution. And a part of you thinks that we deserve to be caught."Hannibal, shut up. Okay? Shut up. No, you know what, I'm not going to listen to you anymore. Take a walk. Something." Charles regretted having rented such a
( ... )
Condonare (15/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:34:32 UTC
"Oh," Erik said quietly when Hannibal pushed the cloth down to slick him up. "I- oh. Oh."
Violence, thought Hannibal pensively, and showed Charles what was on his mind. It is, oftentimes, something you cannot stop. Tell him to finger you.
Charles' body felt like a badly-made harp, thrumming from the heat of Erik's body and twisting out of tune. "Erik," he cried out, "your fingers- put them in me."
Erik's mind was flat with disbelief. "Ich kann nicht-" (I cannot-)
"Please, please," Charles whispered into his mouth, "you said you were going to leave, I just want you to, before you go.”
Perhaps that was unfair. But Erik's hand was cupping his ass, squeezing and stroking, and as the first long finger penetrated him, crooked inside his walls, Charles hissed with anticipation and clenched. A second finger followed, too soon, and- Erik hadn't pulled out to come back with two. So the second finger was Hannibal's, drizzling lube down on both of their hands.
"Hannibal," Erik said, sounding conflicted. Except no, he’d actually slipped and
( ... )
Condonare (16/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:37:43 UTC
Hannibal paused in his rhythm, and Charles ridiculously thought he'd done so to answer, but he was cumming instead, resting a hand on the back of Charles' neck (a muscle twitch away from snapping or stroking), making only a small ragged sound to betray his ecstasy.
--
They slept together that night, all of them- Hannibal’s hand on Erik’s stomach, Charles’ face in Hannibal’s neck, Erik’s arm draped over Charles’ torso. It was almost comforting. It should have been comforting. But Charles only found himself stifled by the violent weight of their dreams.
--
Charles slipped out at 4 am in the morning, because there were some things he could not quite bear.
He was shivering under several thick layers of clothing (how cold they'd been, that winter in 1944- how cold, how famished, how ill...) in a park not too far away when he felt Hannibal's mind stir, precisely, from sleep to full consciousness.
Hannibal, he reached out across space. I saw
( ... )
Condonare (17/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:38:27 UTC
That was polite, considering that Hannibal already knew where they were. Or, more likely, he just wanted to make a point. Or wanted Charles' sanction, somehow- here is your edge that I took, you may go back now. Charles felt a surge of helpless... not fury, that had been washed out of him by now, by the cold if nothing else. Blank helplessness, then. He went into his room and retrieved the bag from the little crevice outside his window, in between the wall and the heat pump. It had been too obvious, of course.
He could feel Erik, in the living room, having a wordless argument with Hannibal.
The knives were icy from having been left out in the winter air. Charles handed them one by one to Hannibal, hilt-first. Hannibal slotted them into the right places in his body- had either replaced the sheaths under his clothes or had never taken them off to begin with- and smiled coolly at Charles. (Oh God, he hates me now, Charles thought.) Thank you.Some of Erik's guns were in pieces, and he frowned at them. He didn't remember when that had
( ... )
Condonare (18/18) Warnings: murder, mentions of cannibalism, dubious morality, dubcon, language
anonymous
October 25 2011, 08:41:21 UTC
Charles squeezed his eyes shut and said, "yes. Come back. You have to come back."
Hannibal stepped closer and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Tell me, said Hannibal, and smiled like it was a joke. Is there anything left in me to love?
"Hannibal," Charles said, and reached out, dipped his thumb into the dimple in the left cheek of his smiling face. "Hannibal, yes. In everyone."
Silence. It got long. And then it got longer...
Until Hannibal drew him close by his shoulders and whispered aloud into his ear, hoarsely: "Ah, but there you are absolutely wrong."
His voice was pleasant, accented, just a little lower than Charles would have expected it to be. Erik was staring, mouth parting slightly in astonishment. Hannibal gave them both a cool little smile and turned on his heel, striding out of the door.
"He..." Erik said.
Charles remembered Erik saying I don't talk to him very much again, and felt his mouth trying to smile against the rest of his face. He reached out and grasped Erik's arm. "I'll hold you to that. Right? And take
( ... )
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I watched it and was craving for a crossover. OH HOW YOU DELIVER.
Hannibal's one of my favourite villains and you give us HURT!Erik..another lovely "villain". ♥
I love the atmosphere of this, too.
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"Hey," said Charles, who was used to getting up at obscene hours in the morning. He knew it was a nightmare and not the pain that had woken Erik up. He could do something about the latter. He'd been thinking about it all night. Except that he might get it wrong and do something terrible to Erik's brain. "Do you want some water? You should keep hydrated."
Erik squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again. "Uh," he rasped.
"Water it is."
Warm, with honey and minced garlic.
Erik seemed to appreciate it. His eyes unfogged a little as he sipped. Charles had to hold the glass steady for him. "How did you get shot?"
"You could read my mind."
"Some people might take offense."
Erik gave a short bark of laughter. "Some people ( ... )
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MOAR SOON, YES?
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Erik shrugged. "Go on. Yes, of course I know those fairy tales. Die Brüder Grimm. I remember... I don't-"
Charles turned around in time to see Erik scrub at his eyes, looking a bit wretched. He was twenty-three, Charles knew.
"Forgive my accent," he said, turning on the bedside lamp. "It's been three years since I gave up on German."
"You're going to read to me?" Amusement was better than the wretchedness. Charles knew he wouldn't have seen it if Erik hadn't been so ill, anyhow. The lamplight glanced off the sweat that sheened his face and lit his fever-glassy eyes.
"Aschenputtel," Charles said. "Do you remember ( ... )
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"Don't be an ass," Charles said in a friendly way. "Come for breakfast. You should get up from bed." Or at least, Hannibal thought so.
Charles was gratified to see Erik scrutinizing his food, (It's not just me-) before it gave way to subtle horror. Had Hannibal ever-
Hannibal's even teeth flashed white. He'd noticed their paying attention. I gave him food when he was too ill to appropriate rations for himself during our way here. He never asked. But it was only veal.He didn't seem hurt that both of them seemed to think he was capable of doing something like that. This was because Hannibal had done it before, Charles realized. He was vaguely pleased to be with two people who had accurate assessments of his character ( ... )
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Because Hannibal was who he was, and Charles was- not willful? Or because Erik automatically believed the worst of Hannibal?
Erik thought, so clearly that Charles could not avoid hearing, he cannot have touched you. It was more an emotion than a thought, rising only halfway out of the heart, not rooted enough in reason to have taken a language.
"He was a perfect gentleman," Charles said, suddenly unable to look at either of them.
--
He wants you, Hannibal thinks. It's very strange for him. But not for me. He was reading Charles' essay upside down, looking critical. Charles felt a rush of animal intelligence that turned around, suddenly, into a scientific one- except with Hannibal, there was no difference. Hannibal was an animal of science. Hannibal was staring at him right now, reading Charles' thoughts without telepathy.
He wants you, Hannibal said again ( ... )
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Why would you think that?
"Because you two are-" so tightly bound up in the other, so similar, so different, he's so vulnerable and you always take what you want. "close."
Hannibal brought up a memory- hot, close, personal, my lips brushing against his, the heat of his chest, a backward jerk, playful jeering in French from the barmaids, who were used to such displays and then followed up with a swift montage of the days following, Erik acting like he'd been scalded every time Hannibal touched him.
"Was it fear?" It had been fear, for Charles. When Hannibal had pinned him to the sink, erection pressing into Charles' backside, Charles had been turned on and terrified and utterly frozen.
Erik cares little for, Hannibal dismissed. And resents it in others. Or lack thereof, depending on your point of view. ( ... )
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"Erik cares little for style, Hannibal dismissed."
up there.
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"He's right," Erik said in English. His voice was hoarse. Hannibal had choked him tightly. "I did... endanger us. There are people searching, and what I did was quite recognizable. I'm sorry."
He used his abilities. He always does, when he's angry.
"They won't recognize him," Charles said. "And if they do, I'll take care of it."
Hannibal looked contemptuous. You?
"I can do things."
You don't have the strength for execution. And a part of you thinks that we deserve to be caught."Hannibal, shut up. Okay? Shut up. No, you know what, I'm not going to listen to you anymore. Take a walk. Something." Charles regretted having rented such a ( ... )
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Violence, thought Hannibal pensively, and showed Charles what was on his mind. It is, oftentimes, something you cannot stop. Tell him to finger you.
Charles' body felt like a badly-made harp, thrumming from the heat of Erik's body and twisting out of tune. "Erik," he cried out, "your fingers- put them in me."
Erik's mind was flat with disbelief. "Ich kann nicht-" (I cannot-)
"Please, please," Charles whispered into his mouth, "you said you were going to leave, I just want you to, before you go.”
Perhaps that was unfair. But Erik's hand was cupping his ass, squeezing and stroking, and as the first long finger penetrated him, crooked inside his walls, Charles hissed with anticipation and clenched. A second finger followed, too soon, and- Erik hadn't pulled out to come back with two. So the second finger was Hannibal's, drizzling lube down on both of their hands.
"Hannibal," Erik said, sounding conflicted. Except no, he’d actually slipped and ( ... )
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Hannibal paused in his rhythm, and Charles ridiculously thought he'd done so to answer, but he was cumming instead, resting a hand on the back of Charles' neck (a muscle twitch away from snapping or stroking), making only a small ragged sound to betray his ecstasy.
--
They slept together that night, all of them- Hannibal’s hand on Erik’s stomach, Charles’ face in Hannibal’s neck, Erik’s arm draped over Charles’ torso. It was almost comforting. It should have been comforting. But Charles only found himself stifled by the violent weight of their dreams.
--
Charles slipped out at 4 am in the morning, because there were some things he could not quite bear.
He was shivering under several thick layers of clothing (how cold they'd been, that winter in 1944- how cold, how famished, how ill...) in a park not too far away when he felt Hannibal's mind stir, precisely, from sleep to full consciousness.
Hannibal, he reached out across space. I saw ( ... )
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He could feel Erik, in the living room, having a wordless argument with Hannibal.
The knives were icy from having been left out in the winter air. Charles handed them one by one to Hannibal, hilt-first. Hannibal slotted them into the right places in his body- had either replaced the sheaths under his clothes or had never taken them off to begin with- and smiled coolly at Charles. (Oh God, he hates me now, Charles thought.) Thank you.Some of Erik's guns were in pieces, and he frowned at them. He didn't remember when that had ( ... )
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Charles squeezed his eyes shut and said, "yes. Come back. You have to come back."
Hannibal stepped closer and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Tell me, said Hannibal, and smiled like it was a joke. Is there anything left in me to love?
"Hannibal," Charles said, and reached out, dipped his thumb into the dimple in the left cheek of his smiling face. "Hannibal, yes. In everyone."
Silence. It got long. And then it got longer...
Until Hannibal drew him close by his shoulders and whispered aloud into his ear, hoarsely: "Ah, but there you are absolutely wrong."
His voice was pleasant, accented, just a little lower than Charles would have expected it to be. Erik was staring, mouth parting slightly in astonishment. Hannibal gave them both a cool little smile and turned on his heel, striding out of the door.
"He..." Erik said.
Charles remembered Erik saying I don't talk to him very much again, and felt his mouth trying to smile against the rest of his face. He reached out and grasped Erik's arm. "I'll hold you to that. Right? And take ( ... )
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