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Green eyes opened and he groaned at the light above him. It was bright, almost surgical and he could feel his arms and legs were cuffed down. He tried to come to more, the pain in his head more prominent as he became more aware. He heard steps and soon the face of a man he had never seen came into view. He jerked as the man grinned down at him and when he tried to talk nothing came out.
The man smiled and pulled out a scalpel. Harry jerked and whined when his body didn’t move. Why couldn’t he move, “The drug is working well. Don’t worry, you can still feel everything. I wouldn’t want us to not have fun.” The oily black hair hung in the man’s eyes as he began using the scalpel. Harry tried to scream but it only came out as weak moans and sobs of pain. His body was trying to jerk away but it was useless. He couldn’t move enough and the blade was slicing deep. He could feel the warm blood dripping down his hip.
The sound of a door slamming open startled the man and the scalpel dug deeper and Harry watched with wide eyes as another man grabbed the other and stabbed a needle into his neck. One second, two and the first man dropped like a sack.
Grey blue eyes looking down at him and the man sighed, “I see this one had been particularly naughty. Look at you.”
Harry whined and the man clicked his tongue, “Don’t worry poppet. I won’t kill you like this one planned. Let’s see the damage shall we?” He felt firm hands on his face, looking into his eyes before inspecting the wound on his hip were the man had been cutting. “Hmm, last slice is rather deep, it will scar. The others may but not likely. Now, I know you can’t move but do try to be a good boy while I stitch these hm?”
Gentle hands, cleaned and worked on the lacerations gently tending to them before wrapping them, the drugs starting to wear off. He felt like his head was going to explode. He looked up as the man draped his jacket over him, “Stay still. I will get you after I put this rude man in my trunk. Can you wait for me?”
Harry gave a slow drooping nod and the man patted his head before hefting the man over his shoulder and disappearing out the broken open door. Harry felt his eyes growing heavy and soon he was out.
Warmth flooded his system and Harry jolted as he felt water slosh around him. It was warm and clean. A soft cloth brushing along his chest gently as another hand ran through his hair.
“I can’t remember what happened.” the words leaving his throat were strained.
“That is not surprising. He used a very powerful drug on you. It is probably best you don’t remember.”
Green eyes looked up at the man and then back down at himself. His body numb. Everything felt so numb and he was getting cold. A shiver starting as he wrapped his arms around himself.
“That would be the shock. Hey, look at me. You are safe. He can’t hurt you anymore. Why don’t you tell me your name?”
The younger man winced as the cloth brushed a sore spot, “Harry.”
“Harry, that is a good name. I am Hannibal, this is my home. I brought you here. I figured you wouldn’t want to go to the hospital seeing as most of your wounds have already healed.”
Sharp grey blue eyes looked at the stitched wound, it was barely even pink now. His guest had a secret but he wasn’t about to pry into it. No, it was best to get him out of shock, cleaned and resting so he could deal with the rude one in his cold room. “Harry, do you know where you are?”
“America, I came here for…” His voice trailed off as he tried to think his thoughts blurring, “I can’t remember.” He sobbed and curled into himself, “I can’t remember anything.”
Hannibal sighed softly and pulled the plug on the bath before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his shoulder, “It’s alright. You’re safe.” He got the other out of the bed, dressed in some of his night clothes, which hung on the poor man but it kept him covered and once he had him tucked into the bed he settled next to him. Holding his hand, talking to him softly until the pretty green eyes closed and he could hear the others heart and breathing even out.
He stood and sighed, he had been hoping today would be just another day to rid the earth of some scum, but now he was angry. It was rare for him to get angry but something about this set his teeth one edge. The years of scars on the young man said everything he needed to know and the man downstairs would pay for every mark on the younger’s body. Even if he wasn’t the one to cause the old scars. Atleast he knew the other would have a good meal when he woke up. Stew sounded nice.
Green eyes opened again, this time it was too warm and quiet. The sun trickled through a window. He slowly sat up as jumbled memories of the night before came to him. Someone had brought him home and bathed him. The bed felt good and the sleep pants and shirt, though big on him, were snug and made him feel safe. He heard someone moving about outside of the room somewhere and he carefully stood. He couldn’t remember much of anything except for the bath last night and behind told he was safe.
He stepped out into a large bright room that looked like a large seating room, he could see a large kitchen just past a halfwall. “Hello?”
The man at the counter turned and smiled, “Good Afternoon, did you sleep well Harry?”
“Uhm, yes.”
“Good, come. Have a seat. I was just finishing lunch. A nice meaty stew.”
His mouth watered and he walked over taking a seat at the stool he had pointed to, “Thank you.”
“Your welcome poppet. Now, how much do you remember?”
“Nothing, I remember the bath last night.”
“Anything before last night?”
Harry flushed and shook his head as a large bowl of soup was placed in front of him.
Hannibal gave a soft smile, “That’s alright. You had quite the trauma. Sometimes the mind makes us forget so we can survive.”
“So, my brain made me forget?”
“Yes, to protect yourself. Now, try a bite of the stew, let me know how it tastes.”
Harry took a bite of the stew and hummed. The meat was soft and flavorful. The soup bursting with spice and easy to chew vegetables. He swallowed his bite of food, “Thank you. Its delicious.”
“I am glad you like it. I sourced the meat myself. Guaranteed to bring back the glow in those cheeks of yours.”
Green eyes closed as he took another bite, it took next to nothing for him to polish off the bowl. The man was eating his own, watching him curiously. Once they were finished eating Harry helped with the dishes before he was given a tour of the grand home. There was a separate dining room for fancy dinners, more bedrooms that he knew a house could have. Its own library with an attached office. It was beautiful.
“It’s really beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Hannibal took pride in his home and his appearance, “A tad lonely at times, but I enjoy a quiet home. You may stay as long as you need.”
Harry nodded, “Thank you. Are there any rules?”
The man seemed to think for a moment, “Yes. You do not enter my pantry without permission. Please knock before entering my room or office. No other room is off limits. No shoes past the door and I do not like a lot of noise. I also ask that you eat what I serve, if you don’t like it I would rather you tell me.”
Harry could handle that, “I understand.”
The man nodded and wrapped an arm around him, “You take the day and settle in. I have to head to work. Will you be alright on your own?”
“Yes. Thank you for your help.”
“Your welcome Harry.”
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Harry had settled into life with Hannible with ease. The man was fun to be around, his mind a puzzling thing. Their conversations mostly circled around theoreticals and topics of morality. The more Harry talked and lived with the other, the more his memories slowly began to work their way to the surface.
They were small things at first. Him at school, magic. How could he have forgotten about that and the war? It was the night he remembered Sirius’s death that he had woken Hannible with his screams. But somehow the other was not angry. Only held him through the sobs and let him explain why he had gotten so upset. At this point he was telling the man everything. Even about the magic which he showed with a soft lumos.
The man had been fascinated and asked so many questions it had helped Harry calm down from his nightmares. The next batch of memories were of his younger years and his relatives, how they treated him and he talked about that too. He had remembered almost everything except for that night and the couple days leading up to it.
Today though was special. Hannibal had taken the day off of work and the two were lazying about the house. Just enjoying each other’s presence. Their relationship had evolved over the weeks they had lived together and Harry enjoyed spending time with him. Even now as they cuddled on the couch eating the home made tacos the other had made for their movie date. Harry was just taking another bite when it dawned on him why the meat tasted so familiar.
He swallowed around it before looking at the man next to him.
Hannibal was flicking through the disks looking for a movie when he felt the other’s eyes. They were staring at the taco before looking at him, “Harry, what’s wrong?”
The man held up the taco, “I was just thinking this meat tasted familiar. Like I have had it before. Then I remembered that I have.”
Grey blue eyes watched him carefully, “Well, most meat is pretty common these days.”
“I doubt they sell humans in grocery stores. I was a bit taken aback.”
Hannibal set the movie case to the side, “You're taking this better than I thought. Where have you had this sort of meat before?”
Harry winced, “When I was undercover as a death eater. They sliced up the human at the table, cooked it fresh off the bone and served it. The man was still alive while we ate. It was probably one of the most…, well, I can’t say it was an all around bad experience but not particularly enjoyable either.”
Hannibal nodded, “Would it make you feel better to know the man you're eating was the one who hurt you? That is what most of my victims are. Rude people that the world is simply better left without.”
Green eyes focused on him as he took another bite of his taco, “Two wolves?”
“Precisely. I simply choose to feed both.”
They focussed on one another for a few moments longer before Harry tucked himself against the older man’s side, “Did you pick a movie?”
He chuckled, “I did indeed.”
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Harry shivered as he watched Hannibal grab the target they were after. It was amazing to watch the man work. The swift grab and stab of the needle. Followed by the brute strength he used to life the man over his shoulder and into the back of the trunk. He was of course in the passenger seat already. It had been his job to lead the man to the back alley as bait. He waited for Hannibal to get back into the car before he leaned over and kissed him, “Kind of hot watching you do that.”
The man grinned into the kiss before breaking it, his words whispered against their lips, “you my love were just as intriguing. Watching you pretend to panic and glance behind you. I thought you were truly a frightened rabbit. Will you be joining me tonight in the cold room?”
Harry nodded, “Yes. I want to see it all the way to the end this time.”
The first time he had gone into the cold room he hadn’t been able to handle it. The memories came hard and fast but he had been slowly working himself up to it. Tonight was the night that he would see this through till the end.
The drive home was quick and once they were done carrying the man into the cold room Hannibal came over to him and pulled him into a deep kiss, “We have some time before he starts waking up. Let's get you more relaxed and forget all those dark memories.”
The second kiss came harder and Harry moaned as he was lifted onto the counter where some of the tools lay in a perfect line. The buttons of his shirt smacked another surface as Hannibal ripped it open and wrapped his lips about one rosy nipple. His other hand came over to rub and pinch at the other.
Harry let his head fall back and his legs spread to pull him closer. Hands tangling into his lover’s hair. Their pace was fast and headed. Hannibal's blood still pumping frantically from the hunt. He sucked and played until it became hard under his touch and then he went to the second giving it the same treatment. His hands were rough as they began to strip them both the rest of the way.
He was going to fuck this beautiful miracle man right here next to the soon to be corpse. “I am going to bend you over and I am going to have my way with you.”
Harry moaned and nodded, “Yes, please.”
Sharp teeth grazed pale flesh and he lifted his love off the counter and man handled him until he was bent over, his hands gripping the side of the surgical table where their victim lay unconscious. He barely processed the touch before two fingers were slid into him. He gripped the table harder. He felt like he was going to loose his mind as they sunk in deep and hard. Spreading and pumping into him until he was a near sobbing mess.
The man on the table groaned softly as he began to come to and something in Harry snapped as he grabbed the closest instrument and slammed it into the man’s skull, “Toys should be seen and not heard.” He bashed him a second time until he found himself screaming in pleasure as Hannibal sunk in deep.
His grip on the hammer went slack and it fell to the floor as he was forced to grip the table again. His body rocking hard with the force of the other’s thrusts. A hand coming to wrap around his throat as he was slammed into. Over and over. His mind went delightfully blank with pleasure. It was quick, rough, and dirty as blood dripped to the floor from the crushed head. Harry's hand’s getting sticky with blood as it pooled on the table.
His breath came in controlled wheezes as his lover sped up, depriving him of oxygen. Black dots just began to dot his eyes when the grip loosened and he gasped in air as his body went rigid. Cum splattering the side of the table and dripping to the floor as he felt the hot warmth of Hannibal rush into him as well. He panted and felt himself sliding to the floor with the older man’s help. He leaned back against the counter until a bottle of water dangled in his face.
He took it and drank half before smiling up at the man.
Grey blue eyes staring down at him, “Toys should be seen and not heard?”
Harry shrugged, “It’s what he said to his victims. Read it in the incident report on your desk.”
The man chuckled and looked at the mess, “I fear we may have spoiled the suffering section of the evening.”
“He probably won’t even taste good.”
Hannibal’s sharp eyes pinned him, “Are you doubting my cooking.”
“Never love.”
A smile spread across pale lips, “Good. That was almost rude, Poppet.”
Harry laughed and grabbed the man pulling him down for a long drawn out kiss, “Can’t have that.”
“No we can’t.”
Hannibal grabbed his clothes and began to dress, a small black box falling from his pocket. Harry frowned at it as he picked it up, “Hannibal what’s this?” He opened the box to find a platinum ring, a large tear cut kunzite resting in a bed of pearl and diamond. “Hannibal?”
The man turned and sighed, “That was for later.” He knelt down and took the box gently, “Harry, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Tears came to Harry’s eyes, “Yes!”
Hannibal laughed and kissed him deeply before sliding the ring onto his finger, “A perfect fit. Now, let me get to this meat, tonight I want to cook you something fresh and nice.”
“I can’t wait.”