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the ripping of viscera was always what made Adam’s blood pump through his veins. watching the light leave their victims eyes, watching as the piggy went from struggling to resigned, hearing them scream in vain- their walls were sound proofed, and they were deep underground in Hannibal’s basement, anyway- to pitiful, little whimpers.
it made his blood boil .
Hannibal slammed down the piggy’s legs onto the cold, metal table. it landed with a loud thud, followed by a wet squelch. his plastic and regular suit were pristine, only marred by blood so dark it looked black under the fluorescents.
Hannibal caught Adam’s eye, and threw him a sharp, secretive grin.
“What’s on your mind, darling boy?” Hannibal grunted as he pulled the body by its mutilated torso. quietly, he selected a fresh scalpel, making quick work of the piggy’s arms.
this was no Ripper artwork, no work for darling brother Will to investigate. this was solely to replenish their pantry.
“I’m just thinking of you…” Adam trailed off suggestively, haltingly. even years later, and he still hesitated when approaching the content of intimacy.
Hannibal knew that tone. he knew it well. throwing a sheet over the body, he turned to face his love.
beckoning him with one hand, he watched with detached eyes as Adam wiped his brow, momentarily forgetting his matching plastic gloves were bloodied. a streak of red cut across Adam’s otherwise innocent, pale face.
“Thinking about?” Hannibal prodded gently, gathering his boy into his arms, plastic suits crinkling as they touched.
“How I really, really want to fuck you over this table and with this suit on.”
quick as a viper, a hand lashed out at Adam’s cheek. instead of crying out in pain, Adam grinned savagely, cheek now marred by a handprint.
“Watch your language, boy.” Hannibal commanded gently. this was a game to the both of them, tug and tug until one slipped and plummeted over the edge of the abyss.
“Oh, but Hannibal, dearest, don’t you want to hear all the filthy things I can say to you?” Adam cooed, batting his thick eyelashes at the older man.
Hannibal visibly swallowed. one point for Adam. a delight grew inside him, until it was plastered all over his face. he was practically vibrating from the amount of energy he had coiled up inside him.
Adam’s hand shot out and buried itself in Hannibal’s hair before they were aware of it, and Adam hungrily leaned in to bite at Hannibal’s lips. no doubt, Adam would get a thorough scolding later for getting his love’s hair dirtied. right now, all the blood they possessed, and then some, went south.
Adam panted and groaned into Hannibal’s mouth, eager and hot and willing. just the sight of Hannibal in his suit, the sounds of the plastic squeaking from friction, went straight to his cock.
“Bend over the table.” Adam pulled away just enough to breathe out. Hannibal hesitated a moment too long, and he cried out in genuine pain, shock, and pleasure all intermixed as Adam grabbed the scruff of his hair, bodily moving him to where Adam wanted him.
“I said , bend, Hannibal.”
Hannibal groaned, long and hard, thighs quivering from excitement and wanting to please Adam.
“Unzip.” hungry eyes watched as Hannibal scrambled to do as he was told. Adam, salivating at the thought of getting his fingers into Hannibal’s pussy, leaned down to bite a bruise on the bit of skin between Hannibal’s suit and hair. biting down, Adam quickly tasted blood.
he knew the picture he painted. full, rosy cheeks covered in red, mouth stained like a macabre rose, eyes hungry enough to devour Hannibal until there was nothing left, not even his name.
they loved this game.
“Adam.” Hannibal whimpered, already deliciously wrecked without even being touched thoroughly. his thighs were shiny, pussy already puffy from need and the small amount of friction the suit granted him.
Hannibal hadn’t bothered taking off his suit jacket or shirt, deciding he wanted to be fucked thoroughly while debauched and pretty.
the plastic suit hung low around his thighs, plastic straining around shaking legs as he tried to shift them further out but found his movements restricted. it sparked hunger in both their bellies, reminiscent of times when they would experiment with rope in the safety of their bedroom.
with shaking fingers, Adam unzipped his own suit, jeans soon following close. normally, Adam would ravish Hannibal’s body, biting the mastectomy scars, lavishing attention on his dark nipples, anywhere Adam could reach and taste.
not being able to wait, Adam slowly entered Hannibal, wanting him to feel every inch as he was slowly stuffed full. even now, in moments like these, Adam couldn’t help but worry about safety, and proper procedures, and how to best not hurt Hannibal permanently.
“You’re thinking too much.” Hannibal’s suave accent remarked. he squeezed around Adam, and Adam couldn’t hold back any longer. shoving the rest of the way, they both groaned at the feeling of Hannibal clenching around the well endowed Adam.
“Please. Please .” Hannibal begged.
and how could Adam deny such a pretty sight?
grabbing the front of Hannibal’s neck, careful to only apply light pressure to the sides, Adam railed into his husband.
high pitched whimpers and whines emitted from Hannibal’s strong throat. his eyes were rolled back, in both pleasure and pain. one hand sneaked down to furiously stimulate his clitoris, and the sight made Adam feel feral with need.
the table creaked under their combined pressure, cooling blood slowly collected into their clothing. a distant part of Adam knew they would have to burn their clothing by tomorrow, a part which he quickly shoved away in favor of changing his pace with Hannibal.
instead of the punishing thrusts that resounded through the room, he slowed down. Hannibal cried out in protest, legs kicking feebly where they were trapped.
with a hint of mockery, Adam shushed Hannibal.
letting go of Hannibal’s neck, Adam grabbed a fistful of the plastic suit, lifting Hannibal further up onto the medical table. Hannibal, with scrabbling hands, pushed the body and the limbs off the table, letting their dinner fall onto the floor with a wet flop.
blood was getting onto Hannibal’s face, and if he was aware of it, he didn’t show it. his handsome, distinguished cheekbones that could cut glass were now flushed and dyed red from blood- from inside and outside sources.
Adam didn’t let go of the suit, the piece of fabric that started this whole mess. instead, he helped wrap Hannibal’s trapped ankles wrap around his pelvis, having to stop for a moment to reposition himself.
when he slipped back inside Hannibal, Adam groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. there was no time left for softness, for any tenderness. Adam wanted to rake his nails across Hannibal, making blood swell to the surface.
he settled for pushing Hannibal’s face into their victims pooled blood with his free hand.
he settled for digging his nails around Hannibal’s leg, delighting in the sharp cry it brought out.
Adam took his pleasure in Hannibal, delighted in looking down and seeing his cock slam in and out of Hannibal’s tight hole.
Hannibal was close, Adam could tell. his keens were closer in frequency, his pretty begs more garbled.
“Cum, Hannibal.” Adam commanded. with a great, heaving shout, Hannibal shook to pieces. his eyesight blacked out, all the noise around him going quiet as he dimly registered his own shout of glee.
with a wicked grin that no one believed him capable of, Adam continued to fuck until Hannibal, nearly on the verge himself.
Hannibal gasped, trying to wriggle away, but he was trapped. tears started to bead at the corners of his eyes at the overstimulation of his puffy hole, and Adam loved it.
he wanted to taste that salt, wanted to see it pour out of Hannibal’s stoic face. it was to this thought that Adam finished, slamming into Hannibal’s bruised ass a few more times as he shook.
with great gasping breathes, Adam let go of the plastic he was holding, gently placing his forehead in between Hannibal’s shoulder blades.
they took a few minutes to catch their breath, and when Hannibal wiggled underneath him, Adam slowly stepped back from Hannibal, watching in awe as his release slowly dripped out of Hannibal’s red, used vagina.
Adam helped Hannibal straighten his pants out, seeing the blissed out look in his faraway eyes. rubbing their noses together and ignoring the blood that smeared, Adam brought his love back down from cloud nine.
the next time Hannibal blinked, he was back in his body and no longer in the impromptu sub space.
with a wry smile, Hannibal looked at the wreckage of their dinner.
“You’re lucky I love you, darling boy.” Hannibal said, person suit already reforming in front of Adam’s eyes.
luckily for him, Adam also had his own person suit. batting his eyelashes in faux innocence, he replied, “I love you, too.”
after all, who would suspect the well-to-do, prestigious doctor, and his innocent, doe eyed husband.