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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV), Blood_and_Chocolate_(2007), Call_Me_By_Your_Name_(2017),
      Hannibal_Extended_Universe_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Aiden_(Blood_and_Chocolate)/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Aiden_(Blood_and_Chocolate), Hannibal_Lecter, Alana_Bloom, Vivian
      Gandillon
  Additional Tags:
      Falling_In_Love, Anal_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Obsession, Aiden_is
      Elios, Hannibal_is_Oliver, set_in_Italy, #LightsCameraMurder, Tagged
      Hannigram_because_its_a_rarepair, Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut, First_Time,
      First_Meetings, Kissing, Secret_Crush, Mutual_Pining, Masturbation,
      Jealousy, Hannibal_Extended_Universe
  Collections:
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      Published: 2018-01-23 Updated: 2018-03-22 Chapters: 4/? Words: 21848
****** Mystery of Love ******
by 11Mydesign11, You_Are_As_Alone_As_I_Am
Summary
     When his father’s handsome friend – a young graduate student – comes
     to stay with Aiden and his family for the summer, he quickly becomes
     the boy’s obsession. Is it an unrequited crush, or a deeper love
     roiling beneath the surface begging to claw it’s way out? A sensual,
     beautiful love story wrought with denial, teenage angst and passion
     blossoms in this Hannigram AU, inspired by the Oscar nominated film,
     Call Me By Your Name.
Notes
     Aiden is seventeen, like Elio in Call my by your name. Hannibal is
     Oliver. We've taken a lot of from the movie, but also made it our
     own, considering the unique characters. Hannibal is a bit of a blend
     here.
      
     *We do not own Hannibal, Blood and Chocolate, or Call me by your
     name. No copyright infringement intended.
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
                                  Buonasera.
It was the first thing Aiden heard from Doctor Hannibal Lecter’s mouth, or
Doctor in training rather. A common phrase for someone in Italy, but the way
Hannibal said it seemed...dismissive maybe, as though he had better things to
do. The American-born boy hadn’t been sure, but hearing it now, made him recall
fondly on a time spent with the doctor-to-be in Italy.
                                     ***
It was the summer of 1983, and Aiden, all of seventeen, had been in Italy for
most of his life; he’d been adopted by the Pearlmans. They weren’t his blood,
but to him they were everything. The teenager knew his life would’ve been worse
had his father Frank Galvin kept him because apparently he wasn’t a very good
man at all - so he considered himself lucky. When not in school, the boy spent
his time drawing, or writing, often times composing music. He loved Bach, and
would sometimes play it on his guitar, even if it  wasn’t  written for it.
Today, however, a house guest was arriving, as they did each summer, and would
stay for six long weeks; it meant he had to give up his room. Maybe this one
would be more interesting than the last. Vivian had just left when he heard the
taxi cab pull up, and the curly haired, lithe young boy looked out of the
window of his room, watching. He saw him then, stepping out of the cab, bags in
hand, in a three piece suit. The jacket was off, it was far too warm, and Aiden
noticed that the man’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair perfectly
in place.
Maybe he could grow to like this stranger. This usurper who would be dwelling
in his personal space. Curiosity was getting the best of him though, and he
padded down stairs, almost running out the door to greet their guest. That was
when he heard it. The dismissive, pompous greeting, and to one of the others in
the taxi. Hannibal Lecter was confident. It was apparent right away. Why
wouldn’t he be? With that chiseled jawline, that led up to alpine cheekbones,
and fierce amber eyes. Aiden felt almost violated somehow, just drinking him
in, as though even by looking at him, he was doing something wrong. It felt
obscene. Who was  that  handsome and how dare he bring his charm to their
villa? The man seemed to have it all; he was tall, muscular, and with the
bronzed skin of a god, neatly wrapped in his fine clothing.
Aiden realized he was staring and he covered it up by extending his hand,
hoping the man would just think he was waiting for the cab to leave. “I’m
Aiden.” Not the most eloquent of greetings, but it didn’t sound clipped, or
cold. He smiled, waiting for that grip, to feel this man’s hand take his own.
Would he grasp firmly, or gently? Would it be out of obligation or interest?
“Dad and mom are inside. You can meet them, and then I’ll show you to your
room. My room. Or it was.”
Hannibal observed the skinny boy with cool elegance, warm but not too warm.
“Was? Well, how gracious of you. Hannibal, pleased to meet you.” The older man
took his hand and pressed them palm to palm, a gentle squeeze at the end a
polite indicator that the handshake was over. He picked up one bag and looked
up the stairs, waiting for Aiden to lead the way.
For a man in his mid twenties, Aiden thought that Hannibal seemed older. Not by
his looks, but his composure. The slide of their hands had been wonderful
though, if not short-lived. “Yeah, I get to stay in the room across the hall.
We’ll share a bathroom.” With that, he led Hannibal upstairs and inside, up
another set. He opened the door to his room, and began collecting a few things
he’d left in there. “So this is it.”
Hannibal looked around, briefly glancing at his reflection in the shared
bathroom mirror, his neat blonde hair combed so perfectly and not a thing out
of place. His face betrayed nothing as he dropped one of his bags beside the
bed and proceeded to lay down, his large frame sprawled across the entirety of
the furniture. He was exhausted. “Thanks,” he murmured.
Aiden scratched his head, and having been murmuring this and that about the
room, when he saw Hannibal lay down. Again, dismissive. He chuckled
incredulously to himself and walked out of the room, closing the door as he
said, “Okaay.”
                                      ***
Later, the dinner bell rang, and Aiden went to Hannibal’s door, knocking. There
was no answer, so he slipped through the bathroom, and saw that he was still
asleep. What to do? He could just stand there and admire him. God he was
handsome. No, no, they were waiting on them to eat, so he picked up a book from
the bookshelf and ‘accidentally’ dropped it. “Sorry…”
Hannibal jerked awake with a start, rubbing his eyes and falling back against
the soft, inviting bed. “Oh…” he muttered with a tired sigh, covering his face
with his hands again as though he meant to go back to sleep. And yet, the boy
remained there. He could see knobby knees through the slots of his fingers.
“They are calling us for dinner,” Aiden said, staring at Hannibal. He wanted
him to join them. Mostly, so he could look longer and see if maybe he could
redeem himself from earlier.
“Please...please apologize for me, uhm...Aiden. Send my apologies and let them
know I’ll be down for breakfast. I certainly don’t mean to be rude, but I’m
extremely jet-lagged. Thank you.” he said, with an air of finality as though
there was no more to be said, it had been decided. He rolled over onto his
stomach, still fully dressed, and began genuinely snoring within seconds.
Aiden half expected another ‘buonasera’, but it still left him longing. He
huffed, and walked out, closing the door a bit too hard before padding
downstairs to eat.
 
                                      ***
Hannibal was up at first light, seated at the table with Aiden’s father and
talking about medicine and science, laughing like the old friends they were.
Mafalda, their housekeeper, saw Hannibal fumbling with the soft boiled egg and
gently leaned over his shoulder to show him the correct way to open. Of course,
Hannibal knew how to, but it was all part of fitting in, feigning a bit of
ignorance here and there. “Grazi, prego?” he said with a charming smile to the
kindly middle aged woman as he took a sip of coffee.
Aiden watched from the other side of the table, listening to everything.
Hannibal seemed so cultured, and yet unaware of how to eat a simple egg. It
didn’t matter, everything about him was entrancing. He took a bite of his
fruit, hoping that he would look his way, and notice him, but he didn’t seem
to. Suddenly though, there was an opportunity. “I can take him to Crema,” Aiden
said at the mention of heading to a bank.
“Do you know where the bank is?” Hannibal asked.
“He does. None of my past guests have wanted to open an account. Aiden knows
the way,” Mr Perlman encouraged as they ate the delicious food.
“We’ll take the bikes.” Aiden added, with a look to Hannibal.
Hannibal nodded and they finished eating, he and Mr Perlman laughing and
swapping a few stories between them.
 
                                      ***
The bike ride to town was as uneventful conversation wise, as their
interactions had been up to that point. Aiden felt a sting of disappointment.
He showed Hannibal the bank, and then after he was done there, they went to get
a drink. Maybe this would be their time, they would get a chance to chat. It
occurred to the boy then, although he’d known, but it was more clear than ever
before...he was trying to win him over.
Sitting down once they had their drinks, Aiden sipped his water, swishing the
contents in the bottle. Should he speak first? No, he couldn’t be met with the
indifference again, so he put on his shades, and pulled out his book, but he
was watching him from the top occasionally.
“What do you do around here for fun?” Hannibal asked, rather out of the blue,
sunglasses shielding his eyes for now. The sun beat down on them as it was now
early afternoon, nearing the hottest part of the day. He took a long pull from
his own bottle of water, the exterior of the container sweating with
condensation.
“Usually I wait for the summer to end,” Aiden said, putting his book down since
Hannibal was actually talking to him. He took a drink of his water, then
collected some of the fluid to rub over his lips, and through his hair. It
didn’t help the heat he felt around the other man. “I draw, write, play guitar,
compose music, jog, and read.”
Hannibal slid his glasses off and pushed them through the strands of blonde
hair, atop his head licking his lips as he observed him, one leg crossed over
the other one. He tried not to let the look linger, and pretended to look past
him, at a young lady on a bicycle staring too long, her shapely backside
appearing to overtake the seat upon which she rode. He nodded politely and then
averted his gaze back to Aiden. “Compose? I’m a musician myself. Piano. Who is
your favorite composer, Aiden?” he asked.
“Bach,” Aiden answered, pretending to stretch so he could turn to see what
Hannibal had been looking, at who. He felt his stomach tense when he saw the
well-endowed woman, who he knew to be Alana Bloom. She was an American visiting
the area, and she clearly had eyes for Hannibal. But they had things in common,
which was nice, and why oh why did he have to look like that? “I like the
harpsichord too, as well as the piano. Who is your favorite composer?”
“Bach is a favorite of mine as well, a great favorite. Schubert, Liszt,
Berlioz, all the greats. You should play. I’d like to hear.” His eyes roamed
over the lean, lithe torso as Aiden stretched, though he was nonchalant about
it.
“I love them too,” Aiden said, and then wondered why he hadn’t listed them. He
should have told him that first, because now it seemed like he was copying him.
“I’ll play for you, sure.”
When Hannibal saw him notice the girl, he allowed a grin to play upon his lips.
“She’s a sight. Know her?”
Aiden scratched his small chest at the question. “Yeah. That’s Alana Bloom.”
His disappointment was palpable, but he figured Hannibal wouldn’t notice. At
that moment a bell resounded in the city center.
Hannibal’s face barely registered any emotion, a placid smile there like an
understated ripple over the surface of a cappuccino. He tilted his head at the
bell and quirked a brow remembering something. “San Giacomo, the bell tower.
Maybe you can show me that, next time?” he asked, looking at his watch. “We
should head back. Don’t want to miss dinner again,” he smiled and winked at the
lad before standing to mount his bicycle once more.
Aiden blinked, nodding. He wasn't wanting it to end so soon but the wink seemed
promising. “Yeah, I'll show you anything,” he said. A hint. A slight
indication. It could be misconstrued as being a good host. Shit. That wasn't
how he wanted to come across. Either way he got up, and got on his bike,
accidentally toppling over into Hannibal. “Sorry.”
Instinct had Hannibal’s hand out in a flash to steady the boy, landing on his
hip as he widened his stance with both feet on the ground. “You okay?” he
asked, the touch lingering seconds after it was clear Aiden had regained his
footing.
Just a brief touch, and then it was gone, but it felt like fire searing his
skin, all the way through his jeans. He nodded, licking his lips. “Yeah, I’m
good,” he said, looking at the doctor to be through his sunglasses. He didn’t
know if he was riding back with him or not, so he waited. “Thanks.”
Hannibal’s glasses slid down his nose just enough to peek over the rims. He
hopped back on his bike and took off, looking over his shoulder and shouting
almost playfully. “You coming?”
“Yeah,” Aiden grinned and took off towards Hannibal. He was glad he didn't go
off by himself. He wanted every minute with him. Obsessed? Maybe.
                                      ***
At dinner that night, Hannibal asked so many questions of Aiden - everything.
His favorite music piece, his studies, what he wanted to do with his life,
favorite artists. Aiden’s mother and father joined in now and then, but of
course he was best friends with Aiden’s father, old chums, they knew each other
well. Hannibal’s gaze fell time and again on the beautiful little creature,
blushing and awkward and trying so hard to be inconspicuous while being utterly
transparent. Hannibal was enraptured, but did a good job of concealing it
behind stoic friendliness, a wholesome curiosity in the interests of his
friend’s son.
Hannibal was slow to bid goodnight to Aiden, lingering too long on their
adjoined patio, his loose white linen shirt hanging open and blowing in the
slight breeze that barely offered relief.
“Buonasera, Aiden…”
                                      ***
A few days later, the kids and young adults had a friendly volleyball game, and
after Aiden masturbated, he joined. Vivian was there, as was Alana. Both girls
were sitting on the grass watching Hannibal and the others, while he lounged
near them. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the older man. Another boy was
there too, Vincente. Aiden got got up and offered him some water, when he got
back from playing, not aware of Hannibal walking up behind him.
Hannibal placed a firm hand on Aiden’s shoulder, squeezing. “You’re so tense.
Come here,” he said moving closer and sliding both hands on Aiden’s shoulders,
rubbing firmly. “It’s all in the back of your neck and shoulders. Vivian, come
here. Feel this. That’s not a knot, that hard as a rock…”
Vivian giggled and blushed, gently feeling Aiden’s skin before shying away.
Hannibal was just so tall and good looking, and all the girls were swooning
over him, but truthfully it was Aiden she had a crush on. “Yeah,” she said
before pulling her hand back.
When Hannibal rubbed him again, Aiden rolled his shoulders, and moved away. The
nerve of Hannibal being so hot and cold. He didn’t want to shy away, so he
turned back and smiled at him. Vivian was heading towards him again, so when
the older man was headed back to play volleyball, Aiden took off running,
jumping over the fence to get away from there.
 
                                      ***
That night Aiden was surprised, but also not surprised that Hannibal wasn’t
there for dinner. He talked with his parents a bit as he ate.
“Don’t you think it sounds arrogant? The way he says  ‘Buonasera’ ?”
“No, Aiden. I don’t think he’s arrogant,” Aiden’s father said, refilling the
wine glasses. His mother had the help take the doctor-to-be’s plate away. Aiden
seemed almost offended by it before he added, “Just watch that’s how he’ll say
goodbye to use when he leaves, with his… Buonasera .”
“Meanwhile we’ll have to put up with him for six long weeks, won’t we?” His
mother asked, a knowing smile on her face.
“I think he’s shy. You’ll grow to like him,” Aiden’s father said.
“What if I grow to hate him?” Aiden countered, as his mother shook her head. He
couldn’t ever hate Hannibal.
                                      ***
That night Aiden was sullen, sulking in the living room. His father had him
play something on the piano, even though he didn’t want too. After that he went
to bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Where was Hannibal? Was he on a
date? Out with Alana? Probably.
                                      ***
The next morning Aiden laid in bed, bored, and curious. He slipped his hand
down his shorts and began to stroke his cock, his hips moving slowly.
Hannibal quietly padded up to Aiden’s door, his ear to it before a brief knock,
then immediately opened.  Ah yes,   Hannibal thought to himself. The flushed
cheeks, his panting still audible across the room, the awkward way he was
leaned up on one arm.
“What are you doing?” he asked, an innocent enough question, and even as he
peered over the slim, bare shoulder, he could see the little tent in his
shorts.
Aiden had just barely grabbed his book, averting his eyes to look at the page.
“Hey, um, I’m reading.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, had he noticed? Had he seen what he’d
really been doing?
“Let’s go swimming. We should. Now,” Hannibal said, walking to the foot-board
and leaning against it, not minding the cool press of wood against his taut
belly. His eyes drifted over Aiden’s nearly bare form and lingered there, as he
could see the boy was clearly avoiding eye contact.  Delicious,  he thought to
himself.
"Does it have to be  now ?" Aiden asked, knowing his erection would be entirely
visible when he stood. He'd not gone down to swim because he'd been sulking,
and because he wanted to jack off. "I didn't go before because my allergies
were flaring up." Finally he looked up at Hannibal, and bit his lower lip. "But
we can go."
“Hmm. Interesting. I think I have the same allergies. Come on,” Hannibal said a
little saucily, and smiled broadly, reaching out to touch one pale, bare foot.
His skin was so light, too early in summer for more than a mere pink blush
coloring his flesh, and Hannibal wondered at how beautifully it might bronze as
the long, sunny days wore on.
Aiden stood then, his erection at least a little less than before, but he was
still half hard. “Okay, yeah, sure,” he nodded, floppy curls moving around his
face. “I just need to change into my swim trunks.” He kept his book in front of
his groin, but part of him wanted Hannibal to see, maybe it would entice him.
Either way, the boy had never been with a man, but the desire had always been
there; it was just made more evident when he’d met the doctor in training.
Even in his periphery, Hannibal could see the alluring little bump in Aiden’s
shorts, and it made  his mouth water, though he concealed it well beneath a
veil of innocent indifference. His eyes flickered briefly over Aiden’s naked
torso, in the quickest blink of an eye, and he lingered another beat before
turning for the door. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” he said, slicking back his
blond hair with one hand and stepping outside the boundary of Aiden’s doorway.
“See ya downstairs,” Aiden called out, getting off the bed a moment later.
Hannibal left the door to his room open, as well as the bathroom door, fully
aware of what he was doing. He counted the second and listened carefully to
footsteps as the neared just before dropping his regular shorts to the floor.
He stood naked, messing with his swim trunks before bending and slowly slipping
them up his long legs, and he could almost feel the hot gaze of the teenager
staring at him.
Aiden hadn’t expected to see such a perfectly sculpted ass when he’d walked
into the bathroom, but there it was, in all its glory. He was hard again almost
instantly, and he quickly pulled on his swimming trunks as well, when he’d
taken off what he had been wearing. The boy couldn’t take his eyes off of
Hannibal.
As quick as Hannibal had been there, he was gone again, so once Aiden finished
getting ready, he headed downstairs. When he didn’t see him in the living room,
the teen went out back, and saw the older man near his mother, who was picking
fruit from the tree nearby. Well… he was downstairs, after all, though the boy
had expected him to be in the house. Either way it didn’t matter. “Hannibal,
hey, there you are.”
Hannibal lounged beside the water, laid out on a towel reading his papers, clad
only in the very tiny yellow swim trunks. He looked up from reading and
grinned. “See how much nicer it is out here?” He set the papers down and leaned
back on his elbows, watching Aiden approach before rolling into the pool and
bobbing up with a splash.
Aiden ran towards the pool and jumped in, dunking his head into the water, and
then resting against the side of it, watching Hannibal under his glasses. “It’s
alright I suppose,” he said, though it was wonderful, and oh did their house
guest look succulent wet like that. Still, he tried to play it cool, as though
he were unaffected.
The blond swam back and forth, playful and in a good mood, especially watching
Aiden’s buoyant curls get wet and stick to his long, beautiful neck. The boy
was a living work of art and completely unaware of it, and it was hypnotic to
watch him. Even still he couldn't be too careful. While submerged, he grabbed
at Aiden’s leg and tugged it playfully, drawing him below the surface and
quickly letting go and darting away. He resurfaced with a serious look on his
face, as though he hadn’t touched him, leisurely floating with an innocent
expression.
By this point, Aiden’s mom had walked off to take the fruit gathered inside,
and the boy gave Hannibal a look over his glasses. He swam past and
accidentally splash him with his feet, laughing. His heart raced with
excitement, he must like him, or at least just be in a more interactive mood.
“Acting innocent doesn’t mean you  are  innocent, Hannibal.” he grinned,
putting his sunglasses on the side of the pool, his eyes a bright, clear sea
blue.
Hannibal swam to the edge of the pool and turned to look pointedly at Aiden. “I
am sure I definitely do not know what you could mean by that,” he quipped with
another dark smile. He climbed out then, the small suit clinging to him, and
sat on the edge, eyes closed, face pitched up to the sun.
After drying off in the sun for a bit, Hannibal went back to his place in the
grass, to his beach towel, linen shirt, glasses, papers, lotion, all his
“things”, and proceeded to lay back again. “This is heaven,” he announced
quietly - to no one and everyone.
Aiden got out and did the same, opting to sit in a lounger. He watched Hannibal
for a moment, and then ran inside when he'd dried a bit. Returning, he had his
guitar in hand and began playing Bach on it, softly.
Hannibal had his glasses on, his straw hat covering his eyes, beginning to doze
off in the warm rays, when he heard the guitar strumming lightly behind him.
The notes wove themselves around his mind, deft, jointed harmonies in his
familiar rhythmic baroque, and as he played, the notes lengthened, grew long
limbs, each line snaking and coiling around the next like a live animal. This
boy was so talented, more talented than he realized, and Hannibal could feel
the personalities in each style he coaxed with skill from the wooden box. He
took his glasses off and leaned on one elbow, looking up at Aiden. “Play it
again,” he said in a rather commanding way, a bit like a disapproving teacher,
though in reality he just wanted to push him slightly, see what he could do.  
Aiden began playing again right there, but he changed it still, making it sound
like how Liszt would have played it, then shifted to rock and roll. He was
spunky, the boy, and a bit spiteful that Hannibal didn’t seem to like his
version. He smirked, crossing his legs as he continued to strum, going back to
the original version, and continuing to morph. “This to your liking?”
Hannibal sat up and looked at him incredulously, amazed at the audacity and
sarcasm. “Play it again, Aiden.”
Huffing, the sassy boy got up, walked over to sit closer. “Okay, okay,” he
said, and started playing it perfectly. The original way it was intended. He
played with each, biting his lower lip as he worked through all the notes.
“I like it. That sounds the way Bach wrote it. As he intended, hmmm?” Hannibal
grinned and laid back in the grass, soaking in the liquid notes as the boy
played on. The only sounds filling the air to accompany the strings were birds
chirping and the buzzing of insects through the muggy air.
“Thanks, he dedicated it to his brother,” Aiden smiled, feeling relief wash
over him. He’d thought Hannibal had not only hated his playing, but more than
that, hated  him . Which is exactly why he’d been rude, to lessen the sting,
but maybe… maybe he was wrong. What if Hannibal  did  like him?
                                      ***
Days passed, yet another warm summer morning, and Hannibal laid by the pool
reading his notes and sighing somewhat fretfully. He looked over at Aiden, who
appeared to be fast asleep on a lounge chair, sunglasses on and bare-chested.
The blond took momentary advantage of the moment, drinking in his delightfully
ruddy skin, sun-kissed as the summer sun deepened him to a peachy pink. He
watched the gentle rise and fall of his belly, and could feel his own arousal
mounting the longer he looked. How he longed to feel those long, slim legs
around his waist, press against the sweetly parted lips that hung open as he
softly exhaled. Unable to break from his reverie naturally, he decided to wake
the boy. “You asleep?” he called out loudly in the space between them.
Aiden woke up with a quiet gasp and then stretched, looking over at Hannibal
through his shades. “I was, yeah,” he said, his voice husky from it. It didn’t
take him long to come to his senses again when he saw how absolutely
breathtaking the doctor-to-be looked. “What’s up?”
Hannibal looked back at his papers and started reading. “Listen to this, tell
me if it makes sense.  For the early Greeks, Heidegger contends, this
underlying hidden-ness is constitutive of the way beings are, not only in
relation to themselves but also to other entities generally. In other words,
they do not construe hidden-ness merely or primarily in terms of entities’
relation to human beings.”  He looked pointedly at Aiden. “Does that make any
sense to you? It doesn’t to me. Or your dad.” Hannibal sighed.
“It makes sense to me,” Aiden said, once he was standing over Hannibal, looking
down at him. He wanted to know his opinion. It meant a lot to the boy because
it signified that the older man didn’t see him as a kid, but as a peer of
sorts, an equal? Someone he might turn to, to get advice, like adults often
did. It made his heart flutter in his chest.
The blond looked up at him, setting the papers down on his belly. “It does?
That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in ages,” he mused, eyes focused
somewhere along Aiden’s midriff.
“It is?” Aiden asked, wondering if he was sincere, or just being sarcastic. He
licked his lips, hands on his hips as he awaited the verdict.
“It is,” Hannibal said with an air of finality, a quick smirk flashing across
his lips before he returned to reading.
                                      ***
The young people were having a party in the Perlman’s back yard, a small dance
floor set up with music playing, lights hung all around, and music playing
loudly.
Aiden sat at a table, smoking a cigarette, which he didn't do often, but he
needed it. The eighties didn't offer a lot of good music for people his age in
his opinion, so he was relieved to hear the ballad playing now. That was until
the crowd on the dance floor parted enough to show Hannibal dancing with Alana.
He had his arms around her waist and kept edging closer, finally kissing her.
It made him sad and jealous, even angry, but he couldn't stop looking.
The boy imagined that being  him  with Hannibal, and it turned him on. He
didn't even pay mind to Vivian or Vince, who was there too. Finally, he was
roused somewhat when he heard Vince ask, "He wants to fuck her, or has he
already?"
"How the hell would I know?" Aiden answered, then Vince got up to go find
someone to dance with, some older man named Darko. He just sat there watching
for a bit, until Vivian came over.
"She wants him too, you can tell,” she said.
Aiden nodded, leaning forward to look closer, entranced and appalled. The music
changed then, to a faster song, which meant Vivian insisted he get up to dance,
so the boy did. Mostly to get a better look, even if it pained him in some
ways.
Right next to Hannibal he strode, dancing over, shaking his hips and rolling
his body teasingly, Vivian oblivious.
Hannibal closed his eyes and just felt the music. It wasn’t his usual thing -
he preferred classical - yet he could appreciate the artistic merit to modern
music. A steady bass beat kept time beneath a layer of a synthesizer and
heavily stylized vocals.
He forgot himself, head a bit full of wine, the people around him and the
night. Mostly though, he was keenly attuned to Aiden. The boy had been staring
at him dance with Alana, and to his delight, the jealousy was rolling off him
in waves. The blond didn’t stop dancing even as Aiden finally approached with
that mousy plain girl that was always hanging off him. He watched Aiden dance,
an endearing blend of dance moves undoubtedly perceived as sexy, accompanied by
slightly manic clowning. It was every bit as alluring as Aiden himself, but as
he noted the boy and girl growing closer, he glided further from them, taking
Alana with him.
                                      ***
 Later that night, Aiden and Vivian went off by themselves, since it was clear
 that Hannibal was otherwise busy with Alana. He lead her to the lake and they
 both started shedding their clothes. She had him turn around as she began to
undress, but he still saw her, and she smiled demurely before they slipped into
                                   the lake.
They swam together, laughing and kissing, finally getting out and drying off.
Aiden was so hard, but even as he they made out, he couldn't help but think of
Hannibal. What was he doing? Were he and Alana fucking? Probably. It was enough
to keep him from initiating sex but they agreed to meet back at the lake
tomorrow night.
                                      ***
The next morning over breakfast, Aiden glanced at Hannibal, eating his eggs,
and then his dad.
"I almost had sex with Vivian last night."
Hannibal had to exercise his well-practiced self control to maintain his cool
demeanor at that declaration. No one would have ever been able to tell anything
was amiss but for the briefest twitch of his nose, an incensed sniff.  
Mr. Perlman saw Hannibal out of his periphery but kept his eyes on his son.
“Oh, well why didn’t you?” he asked with a small smile.
Aiden looked at Hannibal and then his dad, shrugging slim shoulders before
taking another bite. “I don’t know, I just...didn’t,” he answered, wiping his
mouth. The wind blew softly, lightly scattering the boy’s soft curls around his
face. How could he express that the reason he hadn’t, was because of the older
man to his left?
Aiden’s father gave a small smile. “If at first you don’t succeed…” he trailed
off, taking a bite of his egg.
“Try again later, hmm?” Hannibal added, curious to see what the boy’s reaction
would be.
“All I’d need would be the courage to reach out to her. I know she would be
willing,” Aiden answered, looking from his father to Hannibal. “Guess we’ll see
how that goes.”
“See how what goes?” Aiden’s mother called out.
Hoping to change the subject, Mr Perlman continued. “I just heard from the
people in Sirmione, they’ve found something. An artifact or something.
Hannibal, won’t you join me?”
“Absolutely. I’d be delighted,” Hannibal answered as he took a sip of coffee.
“Can I go with you?” Aiden asked, looking hopefully at his father. He really
wanted to go. Maybe some more time with Hannibal would work in their favor. He
just had to get to in good with him. Then again, maybe he didn’t see him as
worthy. Perhaps the other day by the pool had only been a nicety.
The professor gave a kind but knowing smile to the boy. “On the condition you
remain silent.”
Hannibal released a lightly snorted but quick chuckle. “Silent as in too many
opinions, or silent as in not telling anybody what remarkable things we dig
up?”
“Well, it’s nothing dug up, more pulled out of the water than anything,”
Aiden’s father said with an arched brow, and looked at Aiden, making a zipping
motion with his fingers to his lips and winking.
Aiden rolled his eyes playfully and shook his head, truly delighted to go.
***** Chapter 2 *****
A little later Aiden was looking out one of the open windows of his family’s
villa, waiting to leave to head to the dig site, when Alana rode up on her
bike, all smiles.
“Can you tell Hannibal I stopped by?” she asked.
“You like him don’t you. He’s really handsome.”
“Are you trying to get us together?”
“No,” Aiden said immediately, then smiled, “He’s inside talking to my father,
working things out before we all go off to see something dad has to show us.”
Alana smiled, and the rode off to see the handsome doctor to be.
***
Aiden got ready and stood near the car, watching and waiting. He saw Hannibal
awfully close to Alana, and he seethed, jealous all over again.
Hannibal held the curvaceous brunette, and he could see Aiden staring daggers
into them, so he leaned down and kissed her cheek. After bidding her goodbye,
he retreated with a huge smile, and made his way to the car where Aiden stood.
He pulled open the front passenger seat door and climbed inside.
“Back here. Dad usually lets Anchise navigate,” Aiden explained, getting in the
car, waiting for Hannibal to join him in the back so they could have some chat
in close quarters. “So Alana really seems to like you.”  
Hannibal shifted gears and climbed into the close quarters of the backseat with
Aiden. His knees brushed against the boy’s and he swallowed quickly; this would
be interesting. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing in response, rubbing
his thigh, just beneath the fabric of his cotton shorts. He wondered what the
kid was getting at with this line of conversation, but decided to let it play
out but choosing silence for now. Instead he just stared over at Aiden with a
question mark on his face.
“I mean don’t you think so? Do ya like her?” Aiden asked, right to the point
when Hannibal didn’t answer, as he savored the touch of their knees. He felt
regret for asking immediately. What if he said yes? Who was he to be asking
someone like Hannibal something like that? He was just a scrawny teenager, not
nearly good enough for the god beside him. The boy saw his dad approaching, as
well as Anchise.
Hannibal huffed slightly. “Are you trying to make me like her? Do you want me
to?”
“What would be wrong with that if I was?” Aiden asked, but then looked down at
his hands, wringing them together as he chewed his lower lip in thought. “It’s
not that I  want  you to like her. Just seeing  if  you do…since she clearly
likes you.”
“I see. Well, if I do, I’d prefer to decide that for myself. As for you,”
Hannibal lowered his voice and faced Aiden, “...just don’t play at being a good
host, you know?” he said crisply.
Hannibal was interrupted from adding anything further by Mr Perlman’s animated
voice, who had just arrived at the car and intercepted the groundskeeper, and
Mafalda’s husband, Anchise.  
Seeing them both crammed in the backseat, he immediately detected the tension.
“What’s going on now, you two? Hannibal, get in the front. Anchise isn’t coming
with us, and I need you to be my navigator,” he said, patting the window and
saying something more to Anchise in Italian.
Hannibal looked pointedly at Aiden as if to say  see? , and then smiled warmly,
getting out and climbing in front.
Aiden just looked incredulous, and then leaned up to talk to his dad. “What?
Why?” he huffed, then put on his sunglasses, flopping back against the
backseat. Rats. That wasn’t what he wanted at all and why did Hannibal think he
was just playing? Okay, so he didn’t want him to like Alana, but that wasn’t
the point.
The drive was pleasant but long, and they drove with the windows down, sun
beating in on Hannibal’s neck as trickles of sweat travelled down the back of
his shirt. Mercifully, the closer they got to the water, the cooler it became,
and on the coast it was positively divine. Occasionally Hannibal found himself
casually looking back at Aiden, who sat pouting with his headphones in,
undoubtedly pretending to ignore him. He just smiled and continued his banter
with Mr Perlman until they finally arrived.
The day was magical. The sun warmed their skin, the cool breeze invigorated
them, and the conversation was intellectually unparalleled. The discoveries
were exciting and profound, and Hannibal was truly happy for his old friend,
knowing he’d do very well for himself with their discoveries.
As the men lowered one of the statues to the sandy beach, Hannibal crouched
beside it, looking at it in reverent awe as Mr Perlman spoke behind him. He
reached out, fingertips grazing over the statue’s lips, down it’s chin, before
retracting his hand. Aiden had been distracted, but he happened to look right
as Hannibal had done so, and it made his cock throb. Thankfully he didn’t get
hard, and soon enough they left, as quickly as they’d come. They’d hiked a bit
too, even calling out the other’s name. It turned out to be a better trip than
even he’d realized.
When they got back, Aiden said goodbye, and jumped out of the car, running to
get his bike, pedaling as fast as he could to go meet Vivian.
Hannibal was taken aback by Aiden’s urgent departure. No, he was disappointed.
He wondered if they’d shared something that day, wondered if he’d stay and
reflect. But youth is fickle, he thought to himself, and settled to having a
drink with Mr Perlman.
***
When Aiden arrived, he was met with nothing, no one, so he went back home.
Aiden couldn’t stop thinking about that little caress. Did it mean anything?
Probably not, but oh how he’d wanted to trade places with the statue that
received that gentle caress from Hannibal’s fingers.
***
The next day Aiden looked for Hannibal. Nothing. He was nowhere to be found.
Where was he?
He asked his mom, his dad, and Mafalda. No one knew. Was he with Alana? The boy
spent time playing the piano, writing his in journal, and sketching. He went
out again to look for him. Still no sign. Fuck. When he had the opportunity, he
snuck into his room, and started looking at his things. It was still his room,
but it was changed. The boy could feel him there, as though he were a ghost
haunting him by smell alone.
When Aiden spotted a pair of shorts on folded near the bed, he went and picked
them up, laying across the mattress. He placed them over his head, the seat of
the garment over his nose, and inhaled deeply with a groan. Writhing his hips,
he humped the mattress, lost in the aroma that Hannibal had left behind. It
became all too much, and he pulled them from his face, rolling onto his back
before he hastily pulled his cock from his own shorts.
He began jerking his dick, thumbing over the slit as he sniffed those shorts,
moaning Hannibal’s name quietly, his jaw shifting in sheer ecstasy. Oh fuck, it
was hot, and he imagined what he might do to him, how he would take him, kiss
him, and want only him. He needed the older man, wanted to feel his hands on
his lithe body, stroking his nipples, and fingering his virgin hole open before
he would fuck him into the mattress he was on right now.
As soon as Aiden felt his balls draw up, he shivered, and used Hannibal’s
shorts, the soft inner lining to finish the job. He came a few passes later,
his breath coming out heavy, nostrils flared until he finally erupted inside
them, soiling the fabric with his youthful seed. As soon as he was done, he
realized he probably shouldn’t have done that but it was what it was. He left
them on the floor after wiping himself off, and tucking his cock back in,
leaving the room as quickly as possibly.
***
The next day, still no word from Hannibal, Aiden was a mess. He went to lay
with his mom and dad as she read to them, rain splashing against the window,
thunder rumbling. The power went out, but he didn’t move. What was the point
really? As she went on, he closed his eyes, asking about the story. It was
about a man who couldn’t express his love to the princess. Could he express it?
He didn’t know, but knowing his dad and mom were there for him, as they’d said,
meant alot. Aiden just wanted to see Hannibal again.
***
Hannibal got home late, too late. The house was quiet, the door to the bathroom
closed, and even when he walked onto the balcony - no Aiden. Nothing but the
sound of crickets and night birds calling for their lovers.
He took a quick shower and was about to get in bed when he spotted a pair of
his swim trunks on the floor. Odd, as he was never so careless to leave them
lying around, and he new Malfasa would have collected and washed them. He was
about to toss them into the hamper when the scent wafting from them hit him
hard.
He back peddled, taking them into the bed with him as he laid the garment on
his lap and stared at it, his heart pounding in his chest. He touched the
fabric, which was dry but...he lifted it to his nose and couldn’t restrain the
moan that escaped his lips. There was no question to what the scent was, what
this substance was covering the crotch his swim trunks.
He quickly pulled off the towel he had around his waist, laying naked atop his
bed, door safely closed. His breath hitched in his throat when he took his
heated flesh into his hand, already hard from the second he detected the
presence of the absolutely beguiling teenager’s spend on his clothes. The
filthy, beautiful boy had pleasured himself here, probably done so right in his
bed. Hannibal couldn’t stop himself from moaning. He didn’t refrain from self
pleasure, but he hadn’t in a few days and this tension had built up, the match
lit by the display of debauchery.
Behind his eyes he could see miles of baby smooth, pinked skin, a glistening
sheen of sweat covering his torso, pink nipples pebbled from the breeze, peach
fuzz leading into his shorts. Hannibal pictured Aiden jerking off, the way his
body might twist and arch, lips parted, tongue darted out at the corner. He’d
barely formed the image when he was coming too, spilling fast over his hand and
onto his furry belly. He used a towel to clean up, not ready yet to wash or
dilute the scent of the teenager from the shorts. He knew he might need it
again later, and wasn’t sure he’d ever sate that hunger.
***
It was late afternoon, the hottest part of the day, and Hannibal sat lazily on
the edge of the pool, hat and sunglasses on and feet in the water. He liked the
sunglasses, affording him privacy when he wanted to stare at Aiden
unquestioned. The night before Aiden had called Hannibal a traitor when he'd
heard him come in late. He'd been awake. Just as he drifted to sleep, he
thought he'd heard a...moan? A groan? He wasn't sure but that didn't change
that fact that he was sure Hannibal had been with Alana.
Today though, Aiden sat by the pool, near Hannibal, wondering if they would in
fact talk. He broke the silence first.
"Mom was reading to me and Dad last night. A sixteenth century romance. It was
thought provoking."
Hannibal paused and glanced over at the boy. “Was it? And what was it about?”
he asked.
“About a knight that doesn't know whether to speak or die," Aiden answered,
looking up at Hannibal. He then told him the name of the story, waiting to see
what he might say. Would he get the hint? The subtext? Should he speak? Would
Hannibal first?
“I have heard of it, but not read it. So, tell me, Aiden. Does he speak?”
Hannibal ran the tip of his tongue over his lips and watched Aiden carefully.
"It's better to speak, she said but she's, um, on her guard. She senses a trap
somewhere," Aiden answered. He watched the sweep of Hannibal's tongue, licking
his own before continuing. "He doesn't speak in the end. He fudges."
Hannibal snorted lightly. “That seems about right. Say, Aiden, I need to go
into town this morning. Why don’t you come with me?” he stood, picking up his
things from beside the pool. Oh how he hoped Aiden might say yes, if only to
spend more time with him.
“Right now? I mean I...yeah, sure,” Aiden answered, brushing a curl from his
glasses covered eyes. His heart leapt into his throat. Time with Hannibal? Yes.
It was what he wanted more than anything.
“Good. I just have to pick up my bike from Anchise. Meet you at the gate?”
“Okay,” Aiden nodded, giving a smile before he went to go get his bike.
The old Italian man was chattering away to Hannibal, and he thanked him and
jogged off with his bike to catch up to Aiden. “He had to straighten the wheel,
inflate the tires. I took a bit of a spill the other day I’m afraid.” he lifted
his shirt to reveal a nasty cut and bruise. “Malfesa tried to put some sort of
witch’s brew on it, but I’m afraid to no one’s surprise it’s not working,” he
chuckled.
Aiden looked Hannibal up and down, the ‘V’ of his torso, the muscles there, the
fur going down below his waistband. He was awestruck. “She likes to do that,
tries her best.” He licked his lips and pulled out a pack of smokes. “Want
one?”
Hannibal took one with a smile and lit it, handing it back to Aiden after
taking a drag. “These are terrible for you, you know,” he said, squinting
through the plume that rose above his head and blew away in the breeze.
“Says the doctor in training,” Aiden laughed, then climbed on his bike after he
took a pull as well. He watched the way Hannibal’s lips wrapped around the
stick, and imagined it being his cock. He had to focus. “C’mon. Don’t you want
you to be late.”
After a nice bike ride, mostly quiet, they walked towards the center of town
where there stood a large monument, a World War I memorial dedicated to the
Battle of Piave.
“World War II? Did the Allies fight near here?” Hannibal asked Aiden before he
read the plaque.
"Nope, this is World War I," Aiden said, securing his bike. He walked back and
admired the view; for the teenager, that was all  Hannibal . "Only people
eighty and up remember 'em."
Hannibal raised his eyebrows as he walked around to the other side of the
monument. They were the only ones here, in the middle of morning on a weekday,
the square was empty. “Is there anything you don’t know, Aiden?” he asked.
Aiden felt himself blushing at that, but then told himself that Hannibal was
probably being sarcastic and not complimentary. “I don't know everything. Lots
of things I don’t know actually. Not about the things that matter.”
Hannibal strolled to the side of the monument, taking off his glasses and
hooking them on the front of his shirt. “What things that matter?”
“I think you know what things,” Aiden answered, quiet, and insecure, but loud
enough that Hannibal would hear as he walked around the other way, as to give
him space from the sharp pain of rejection he’d likely feel any minute.
Hannibal stopped then, turning from the monument to Aiden. The barrier of the
fence was still between them, but it could've been an ocean, and the elder
young man could feel his pulse quicken at how bold this all was. As vague as it
was, it spoke volumes. “Why are you telling me this, Aiden?” he asked, trying
to give him space, trying to stay on the other side.
“Because I thought you should know,” Aiden said, walking closer to Hannibal,
circling around. “I thought you should know.” His own heart was beating faster,
how would he react?
Hannibal mused on the boy’s words, felt them stab at his heart, pull at him
inside, the longing in his voice made him want to take him and run away.
“Because I  thought  you should know. Because….I thought…. you should  know,”
he repeated, slowing, inflecting different words each time as his feet carried
him nearer.
“Because I  wanted  you to know,” Aiden said, deliberately saying it a couple
more times as he neared Hannibal, removing his sunglasses to the top of his
head. He looked at him, then down at his feet, kicking a small pebble there.
 “I needed you to know and there's no one else I could tell this to but you.”
Hannibal found his breath coming in deeper, amber gaze roaming over the boy’s
strikingly beautiful features. The pink blush of his cheek, his cerulean eyes
darting over him and then shyly right back to the ground. Oh how he wanted to
pull him into his arms and kiss him hard, right then and there. But he couldn’t
bring himself to it, not yet.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked quietly.
Aiden looked back up at Hannibal, the faintest hint of a yes in his eyes but he
didn't speak. He couldn't bring himself to. He wanted to crawl inside his chest
and stay there. Hide away or run. It was in his nature but he couldn't. Didn't
want to run this time.
The blond studied his face, could see the  yes  right there. All that
vulnerability tinted with an air of relief, like the truth was finally out,
Hannibal could taste it on the air. They stood there in silence a moment, and
finally Hannibal gestured at the building behind them, where his translators
were, the people he’d hired to transcribe his notes and type them up in
Italian.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back. Don’t go away, alright?” he said, and walked
past Aiden quickly, disappearing inside.
“You know I'm not going anywhere,” he'd called out before Hannibal had went
inside. As he waited, he lit a other cigarette. Where would this leave them?
Hannibal hadn't said anything about his big confession.
Hannibal came out, an exasperated look on his face. When he was nearer to
Aiden, he threw his hands up and rubbed his eyes. “Well, they’ve mixed up my
work and don’t have it ready. They are going to have to retype the whole thing.
This sets me back a whole day - I won’t have anything to work on today,” he
said with a frown. He sighed as he turned to Aiden.
Aiden chewed his lower lip. “I guess I shouldn't have said anything…” He bit
his bottom lip, holding his bike. He felt disappointed, Hannibal didn't seem
happy, and he wondered if it was all because of what he'd said.
Hannibal eyed him and felt a stab of guilt, of worry for the poor boy. He
turned to face him, dipping his chin and seeking out his eyes. “I can pretend
you didn’t say it, if you like. You know...we really can’t talk about those
things. You understand that right?” he asked, not wanting to hurt his feelings
while at the same time holding back the terror and conflict in his chest.
Aiden felt a few emotions then. Disappointment, confusion, and elation. He’d
told him. Finally. Which was a relief. But also it seemed like maybe there was
something there for Hannibal.  We can’t talk about those things,  did that mean
there was something Hannibal wanted to talk about but didn’t feel he could? The
boy nodded and then got on his bike. He looked over his shoulder. “Are ya
coming,  Doctor  Lecter?” He’d be a Doctor soon enough anyway.
***
The air seemed lighter between them, while the exchange had been slightly
unusual, it was out there now, and there was no taking it back. Hannibal for
one truly was glad for what Aiden had admitted. He’d been painfully aware that
the boy harbored attraction for him, but when he’d recoiled at his touch the
day he tried to work out a knot in his shoulder, the blond questioned his
suspicions. But now, with their poignant conversation, it seemed he truly did
feel something.
As they rode down the country road and the afternoon wore on, it became warmer,
the sun beating down on them mercilessly. They stopped at a country house where
a little old woman gave them a glass of water, but they eventually made their
way to a small stream, a canopy of trees shading them perfectly.
Aiden got off his bike and immediately removed his shoes, walking into the
water. He smiled and turned to Hannibal. “This is my own place. I come here to
read a lot. No one knows I do. Or didn't until you,” he said, wanting him to
know it was a big deal that he was telling him. “I can't even begin to count
the number of books I've read here, under the trees.”
Hannibal shucked his shoes off and left them beneath a tree beside Aiden’s. He
leaned down to touch the water and stepped in, recoiling and gasping. “It’s
freezing,” he said, stepping closer to the boy and deeper into the water in
spite of the temperature. He splashed water on his face and neck, slicking back
his blond hair at the same down. “Feels good…”
“Water comes down from the mountain, makes it cold,” Aiden said, walking closer
to Hannibal. He licked his lips as he stood about a foot away, grinning and
looking at him through his lashes. All the boy wanted to was to kiss him, lick
the water from his neck, feel his heart; he though he might explode if he got
to, or if he didn’t.
Hannibal saw him staring, looking him over with a heavy gaze. “Tell me, Aiden,
do you enjoy being alone?”
“I do, but I like being here with you even more. Seeing you inside of my
private area…”
Hannibal’s lips curled into a smile as he watched the way the boy approached
him, a mix of nervous youth and sensual confidence that seemed to draw him
further and further where he knew he shouldn’t go. He laughed and looked down,
for fear he pull him into his arms then and there. He walked past him,
chuckling. “You’re making things very hard for me. Difficult,” he said softly.
Smirking and blushing at once, Aiden followed, splashing at Hannibal, then
playfully smacked at him before he jumped on his back. “Am I?” he asked,
wrapped around him like a little koala. “How about now? Is it hard still? I
mean... difficult? ”
Hannibal found his hands all too easily wrapping around those skinny calves,
laughing as the weight of him on his back felt all too pleasant, all too
tempting, the wet, lithe boy plastered to his back. He cherished every ounce of
him, even as he carried him out of the water and onto the grass, depositing him
reluctantly and collapsing to the soft cool earth below. He didn’t answer more
than a huffed little “yes”, and when they reached the sod he laid there,
sprawled out entirely, avoiding looking right at him a few minutes until their
breath slowed and the air between them grew lazy and sleepy again. The tension
never left, though, it couldn’t. Even as Hannibal relaxed, he was keenly too
aware of the boy sprawled beside him, every square inch of bare flesh that was
exposed to the sun’s kisses.
Aiden sighed, happy, warm, and very aroused. He could feel Hannibal there,
lying with all of his glory on the undeserving ground. Did it know how lucky it
was to be that grass? It got to hug him, feel him nestled there, and the sun…
it bathed him. How Aiden was envious then. Still, he was appreciative, even
getting to be this close to him, in his own private location, it was a dream, a
far cry from when they’d met initially. “I love this, Hannibal. All of this.
It’s almost perfect.”
Hannibal smiled, glasses still on, and sighed in a small expression of bliss.
It was divine. “What? You mean...us?” he asked, voice dangerously low and
knowing even as he said it, he was tempting fate.
Smiling, Aiden hummed, stretching back to rest his hands behind his head. “Hmm…
it’s not bad,” he said, wistfully, a whisper of a coy lilt to his tone. He felt
his heart beat a little faster, his bare chest rising and falling. Hannibal
said  us ; did he mean it how he hoped? God he wanted to think that was how he
meant it, that this wasn’t all just some sort of fantasy in his mind. “Not bad
at all, yanno?”
A small smile played on his lips, and he pulled his glasses off and leaned up
on one elbow to look at Aiden. God, he was breathtaking, those big blue eyes
and flushed cheeks, perfectly smooth chest, freckles dappled across his bare
collarbone. He reached out to touch his lips, forces at play making him unable
to stop himself. He felt his arm move in slow motion, the pads of his
fingertips touching the lips he’d stared at so long now, soft pink pillows, so
full, the crest of his pronounced cupid’s bow felt like the velvet of a rose
petal.
Aiden opened his mouth, his chest heaving a little faster. He ran his tongue
the pad of Hannibal’s finger, suckling there briefly before he turned his face
towards him and grinned softly. His heart was erratic, his cock hardening
inside his shorts. The tension around them could have been cut with a knife.
Hannibal felt it too, the way the tip of the boy’s tongue tasted him causing
the heat in his belly to sink lower, filling his cock slowly. He couldn’t
conceal the shaky gasp he let out, turning towards Aiden and looking at his
face carefully. Hannibal’s breathing deepened until he finally moved in,
covering Aiden’s mouth with his own in a kiss that held barely restrained,
desperate hunger.
Sitting up, Aiden leaned into the kiss, flicking his tongue slowly over
Hannibal’s lips with a moan. He wrenched his fingers into the doctor-to-be’s
hair, half straddling him now. He tasted like nothing he’d ever experienced,
his own personal elixir, and fuck, he was hooked - had been from the start.
Hannibal gently pushed him back to gasp for air, feeling himself wanting to
lose control. “Better now?” he asked with a smirk. Gods, but he could get lost
in this beautiful angel, strip him bare and take him right here, in the grass,
like animals. The taste still on his lips made him press down painfully on his
throbbing cock.
Aiden didn’t respond, but he panted, catching his own breath too. He sat
quietly for a second, contemplating, then went in to kiss him again, grasping
his face, and kissing him with an urgent hunger.
As much as he wanted to give in, he couldn’t “No, no, no, no,” he crooned
softly, pushing Aiden off of him. “Stop, Aiden. Stop,” he said, as much trying
to convince himself to do so as he was the boy.
Stopping, Aiden sat next to Hannibal, huffing a little pout. “Why?” he asked,
looking over at him with big blue, dilated eyes. He didn’t want to stop at all.
Was he being teased? Either way if that was all he’d ever get, he was grateful.
Hannibal sat up more, trying to catch his breath. He folded one leg under him,
looking over at the boy once with affection, and patted his thigh. “Listen….we
haven’t done anything bad yet right? I….” he sighed a little and rubbed his
face. “I know myself. If I start, I won’t be able to stop. We’ve behaved. I’m
normally never one to deny myself but, Aiden, you...we can’t.”
Aiden felt a sudden rush of confidence, and he pursed his lips. Without a word,
he grabbed Hannibal’s groin, kneading his clearly hard cock through his shorts,
looking at him coyly. It was a slight challenge, but a playful one. “No? You’re
still hard,” he said, grinning, “Am I…  offending  you?”
Oh, how his body betrayed him. He knew he was fully erect, cock pulsing
obscenely beneath the boy’s hand, and he let in linger too long before placing
his own hand over him. Even then, he held Aiden’s palm over the outline, even
being so brazen as to squeeze and rub up and down once, his breath hitching in
his throat. Those lips, those tempting curls...He stopped though, and pulled
his hand away, swallowing hard. “Not offending me, Aiden,” he replied gently,
and tried to recover his sense. He stood then, lightheaded and wobbly for a
second, and used the excuse of his injury to change the subject. He pulled his
shirt up, wincing. “I think it might be getting infected…”
Aiden was still sulking, but he licked his lips and looked up at Hannibal,
speaking softly when he finally did. “We can stop by the pharmacy on the way
home, if ya want?” He wanted to climb him like a ladder, wrap himself around
him. Even his wound was sexy. How was that possible?
“Perfect idea. Thank you, dear Aiden,” he said, climbing on his bike when they
reached them again, and giving a playful smile back as he began to ride fast,
the wind blowing his hair.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
It was another breakfast with the Perlmans, joined by the very loudly animated
conversation of a couple of the elder Perlman’s colleagues from the college,
arguing rapidly back and forth in Italian, hands waving to and fro as Aiden’s
parents, and everyone, looked on in silent amusement. No one would have been
able to get a word in edgewise even if they wanted to.
Without warning, beneath the table, Hannibal moved his bare foot over to the
teen boy’s. He rubbed the long, defined arch of Aiden’s foot with the ball of
his heel, slow massaging circular motions. Careful with his glances, he managed
to catch his eye and smile innocently as he slides his forkful of sausage
between his lips sensually.
Aiden’s breath hitched in his throat, though with all the chatter at the table,
no one noticed, except for Hannibal, he assumed. He looked into his eyes, then
watched the way the sausage went into his mouth.  Fuck… fuck… fuck!  He was
just so sexy, so handsome, and the boy was hard just watching him. Not to
mention the way it felt having the blond god’s foot against his own; it was a
secret just between the two of them, which was thrilling. When the gelato was
set down in front of him, he tried to keep calm, taking a bite. That was when
he leaned over the table and felt the warmth of blood start to drip from his
nose, down onto his dessert. He caught the rest of it in his napkin, and
quickly got up, running inside to get some ice. Sitting down in the corner, on
the floor, he lolled his head back, sighing as he held the cloth to his nose.
Hannibal was startled at the sudden absence of Aiden’s warmth, but spotted the
blood and looked with alarm at his mother.
“He gets them, it’s common, but you know….you should check on him,” she added
with a nod, dabbing her mouth daintily with her napkin. No sooner had the boy
run inside than Hannibal was on his feet and looking around for him.
He found him sitting on the floor in the kitchen, long legs sticking straight
out and his head tilted back. His neck was exposed like that, so utterly
tempting, that expanse of soft skin, and Hannibal sat on the ground close to
him. “Was it my fault?” he asked, rubbing Aiden’s calf affectionately.
“I’m a mess aren’t I?” Aiden answered, indicating that it wasn’t Hannibal’s
fault in his mind. He groaned though when his calf was rubbed like that,
feeling so very undeserving of such attention from the older man. The boy
reached out and ran the tips of his fingers along his neck, to the tuft of
chest hair that met his neckline.
Hannibal looked down and the pale, delicate fingertips that burned like fire.
“The ancients said it never hurts to bleed from time to time.” The space
between them, on the floor in the kitchen, was small and somewhat cramped, and
yet it was perfect to Hannibal. He slid himself closer and took the teenager’s
foot in both hands, massaging sensuously, relishing the sharp intake of breath
and blush that bloomed across his cheeks.
“Where’d you learn to do that? It feels so good,” Aiden moaned, treasuring
Hannibal’s touch, continuing to stroke his skin, and chest hair. He loved how
close they were too, and if he could, he’d just stay there with him until they
were forced to get up to eat or use the bathroom.
“My grandmother in Lithuania. Apparently she had a very close friend, a Thai
woman, who taught her all the pressure points. It’s a healing technique, like
reflexology. You might be surprised that I’d ascribe to it, and I don’t
entirely, but it doesn’t feel bad, does it?” he asked, his voice soft and
rough. Aiden shook his head to let him no it didn’t, and he pressed with his
thumb beneath the boy’s big toe. “See, here’s the back of your neck.” His palm
travelled lower to the ball of his foot, the boy moaning quietly. “And they
say, something else here,” he said with a conspiratorial grin.
“That...oh. That feels really good, Hannibal,” Aiden whispered, breathlessly,
his cock twitching in his shorts. It was perfect, and he was overwhelmed with
the pleasure of Hannibal’s touch. So much so that he whispered, “I think I
might die from this....mmm.”
Hannibal inhaled deeply, feeling the arousal dripping off Aiden in response to
his touch, and he felt himself reacting to it with carnal ardor. His mind was
flooded again with his raw desire to pin Aiden to the floor and take him, and
he grimaced in trying to control himself. Clearing his throat, he rubbed
Aiden’s foot once more, palm trailing up his leg before he stopped and shifted
himself to stand. “Come now, Aiden. Let’s get you on the couch. I’ll get you
some fresh ice,” he said, taking the melted, sopping washcloth from him and
wringing it out in the sink.
“Thanks,” Aiden smiled, and got up, moving to the couch. He grinned at
Hannibal, watching his every move. Honestly, he just wanted more time with him,
all his time, every last second of it if he could. He was hungry for the doctor
to be, and in ways he’d never felt before. Stretching out, he sighed, wiggling
his toes.
                                      ***
The next day Aiden went out, swimming with his friends, and when he got back
the first thing he asked his mom was where was Hannibal. She didn't know. After
a little spat with Mafalda over his comings and goings, the boy sat with his
mother.
"You like him don't you? Hannibal?"
"Everyone likes him, I guess."
"He likes you too, he's told me."
"Really? He did? When?"
"Some time ago," she answered with a smile, stroking her son's curls.
                                      ***
The next evening, Aiden sat outside, waiting for Hannibal to return, but he
didn't. Where was he? Poker or with someone else? It was torture. It lead him
to his room eventually, and when he did hear Hannibal come home, he watched him
in the bathroom for a moment, listening to him relieve himself. Would he come
inside to see him? When he closed his door and didn't Aiden whispered,
"Traitor...traitor."
                                      ***
The next day, the boy decided enough was enough. He called Vivian, and made a
date. He hurried to town, and saw her there, long blonde hair flowing in the
wind, and he smiled, handing her a drawing he'd made, kissing her cheek.
"Made this for you."
Vivian was flushed and overcome with the gift and the sweet way Aiden looked at
her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,
Aiden. This is...this is the nicest thing anyone’s given me,” she gushed softly
with a smile.
“You’re welcome, Viv,” Aiden grinned, and then kisses her lips softly, leading
her off with him. They spent a good portion of the day together, into the
night, and finally had sex. It didn’t last long, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Really though, he couldn’t stop wondering about Oliver. It felt strange. He
wanted to talk to him.
                                      ***
“Do you even remember last night?” Mr Perlman asked Hannibal as they sat at
breakfast.
“Not particularly, but that very well may be a good thing,” Hannibal chuckled
as he cracked his egg - this time perfectly.
“Well I hope at least you saved your winnings. I wish I had done that when I
was your age.”
“I’m not as young as you think, you forget that,” Hannibal laughed. In reality
there was a decade between them, but Aiden’s adoptive father was still a hair
too young to be his biological father.
“Perhaps I do forget that, Hannibal. Or maybe you’re just very mature and I
still a boy at heart,” he mused, looking thoughtfully at the blond with a
smile. “At your age, I knew nothing, though I thought I had it all. That’s what
separates us, and what makes you in many ways better than I was. You’re
continuously open to learn. It took me ten years to admit that.”
Hannibal chewed his breakfast and took a sip of coffee. “We acknowledge our
ignorance the moment we say we know everything. I will be learning even on my
deathbed if I live to be an old man.”
“Today everyone simply talks and talks, they never listen,” Mr Perlman added
with a nod.
“Maybe what Hannibal needs is a rest, hmm?” Annella finally chimed in, giving a
reproachful look at him.
“I promise, no going out for me tonight. I’ll shower and dress and maybe we can
play poker later, watch old movies. A nice night in,” Hannibal said casting a
charming smile at Mrs. Perlman, who could hardly resist his good looks. She
blushed and smiled back.
“A perfect plan, dear.”
                                      ***
Hannibal worked on his manuscript as promised, and was lost in thought going
over it, not even noticing when Aiden neared him. Well, it would be better said
that he pretended to not notice; in reality his keen nose detected the change
in the air as he approached, his delicious, warm scent filling him with a lust
he kept carefully concealed. He looked up with a raised eyebrow.
“Why didn’t you go into town last night? It was a very good time. Mafalda said
you went swimming? Hopefully at least you rested,” he smirked.
“I dunno, thought maybe I wasn’t wanted? I had been waiting for you last
night,” Aiden said, wondering if Hannibal had found the note he’d written to
him and slipped under his room door. It had said, ‘ I can’t stand the silence,
I need to talk to you. ’ He hoped he had gotten it. “I was restless, but okay.”
He paused. “Are you going into town again this morning?”
“I am. Want to come with me?” Hannibal asked with a small smile. “Like the
other day?”
“A book I ordered came in. I’d like to come with you, yeah. I mean I’m sure it
wouldn’t be like the other day,” Aiden said, biting his lower lip, curling one
of his long floppy curls around his finger. “You probably just want to leave
that where it was.”
“Hmmm. That voice of wisdom is one of your greatest attributes. But really,
tell me, Aiden, do you actually like me  that  much?” Hannibal asked softly,
not saying it mockingly by any means. He watched the sweet boy worry his pink,
plump lip, and how he longed to do that himself.
With two raised brows, Aiden contemplated. Enough was enough. “Do I like you?
Do I  like , Hannibal? Are ya kidding me? I  worship  you.”
Hannibal’s eyes darkened at the admission, and his licked his lips hungrily as
he looked at the boy. “I’ll get our bikes. Meet me at the gate and we’ll go,”
he said huskily. Gods, did he want this boy, but could he risk an affair like
this?
Aiden smiled, happy as can be. He followed the sweep of Hannibal’s tongue, then
licked his own lips. The way he sounded when he spoke like that. Would it be
like the other day? He hoped it would. Remembering he needed to speak, he
tugged on his shirt. “Okay. Meet you there.”
Hannibal was at the gates, shirt hanging open and sunglasses perched on his
nose as he waited for Aiden. When he saw him he mounted his bike and looked
back at the teen with a smile. “Shall we?”
“Yeah. We  shall ,” Aiden grinned, looking at Hannibal over his glasses before
he got onto his bike. The boy took off immediately, pedaling fast. Ge looked
over his shoulders and called out, “Race you there!”
The blond laughed and chased after him, his strong legs pumping as he caught up
easily with the boy. Still his energy made it a challenge and by the time they
were nearer town, sweat dripped down the back of his neck, and he wiped his
brow, tanned cheekbones ruddy from the sun and exercise. A bead of sweat ran
down into the hollow of his throat, and he ran his fingers through damp hair as
he hung back to try and recover.
Aiden noticed Hannibal had slowed to a stop, so he turned around and rode back
to him. He got off his bike and handed over a bottle full of water. “Here,” he
smiled, taking a sip first before passing. He couldn’t help but gawk at just
how fucking sexy, yet still somehow elegant, Hannibal looked sweaty like that.
The boy was too though, damp curls clinging to his brow, wet at the ends, at
the nape of his neck. “Don’t want you to dehydrate.”
Hannibal’s eyes followed the ruby lips as they wrapped around the tip of the
bottle, a few drops falling down his chin and down his neck. It was absolutely
pornographic, the long swallow and the wetness glistening over his skin. He ran
a hand through his hair, slicking it back and took it, tipping his head back to
take a long drink. “Grazi,” he said, his eyes lingering at the wet curls
clinging to the nape of his neck. He handed the bottle back and mounted his
bike again to continue riding to town.
“Prego.” Aiden took a drink again after Hannibal, just to taste him in some
fashion, then hopped on his bike and rode into town. When they arrived, he got
off, and chained up his bike, looking at the bookstore. “I need to grab my book
really fast. Something else too. Be right back.”
A moment later Aiden returned with the book, and a gift wrapped package for
Hannibal. Inside was a painting of them lying on the grass at his place, music
notes in sky above them--Bach. The boy had drawn it just for him and had a
frame made for it, which was another reason he’d needed to come to town.
Handing it over, he smiled. “For you.”
Hannibal ran his hands over the outside edges of the painting reverently, his
eyes misting over with emotion, though he held himself in control. Truthfully
it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever been given, simply by virtue of the
fact that it came from Aiden’s hands. Even still, he took it in, noticing how
regal and handsome he was depicted, how idyllic the image was. Almost dreamlike
in quality. “Aiden...I don’t know what to say,” he began, clearing his throat
as his amber eyes moved to the boy’s face. “This is exquisite. I’m not worthy
of something so lovely. Thank you.”
Aiden smiled brightly. “You are though. You’re worthy of everything and
anything you want,” he said, batting long lashes at him hopefully. He felt a
stirring in his chest, in his belly. Was it love? Yes, he was falling in love.
He didn’t want to be without Hannibal ever, even though they were still just
friends. “I’m glad you like it.”
Hannibal looked at it more, smiling, and then handed it to Aiden. “Let’s get a
little something to eat. Lunch, hmmm? Will you keep it in your backpack until
we get home?” he asked. He touched Aiden’s shoulder, his palm against the thin
cotton of the boy’s tee shirt, feeling the too-slight collarbone, his body
still the slender, lithe frame of a youth. Aiden felt warm, almost too warm,
and Hannibal’s fingertips brushed the slightest strip of sweaty skin along his
neck. An incidental touch, one that anyone passing by wouldn’t look twice at,
yet to Hannibal, he could feel his heart pound against his ribs at the contact.
How he longed to dip his tongue into the delicate clavicle, lick the salty
sweetness from his skin, taste and devour every piece of Aiden he could.
“Sure,” Aiden nodded, and put the painting into his bag. When he felt the touch
from Hannibal, he stopped, all movements ceased, especially when he felt those
deft fingertips on his neck. He let out a quiet but audible - at least between
them - gasp, enjoying it very much. “I… I’m hungry, yeah. Starved… actually.”
For Hannibal, more than anything else, but food would be good too.
As keenly tuned as his senses were, Hannibal felt that gasp and let it settle
deep in his belly, relishing the pleasure it brought. Even if he couldn’t do
anything about it, it was something he recorded in his memory palace, perhaps
to replay later, when he was alone. His thoughts drifted then to the note Aiden
had left him, and he knew he’d have to answer it soon.
They got lunch at a small trattoria, enjoying a light lunch given the warmth of
the afternoon. Hannibal found he enjoyed greatly conversations with Aiden, who
was wise and intelligent far beyond his years and seemed to get an equal amount
of pleasure from their banter and discussions. They talked about art and music
in such an easy comfortable way, he found he often would forget just how young
the lad was. A result, no doubt, of growing up surrounded by adults, and his
father’s academic friends no less.
When they were finished, Aiden rubbed his belly, and stretched, smiling at
Hannibal. “Thanks for lunch, it was really good.”  
“You enjoy everything so fully, with such abandon. It’s a trait that gets lost
as people get older, but here in Crema, there’s so much to enjoy and revel in,
you almost have to indulge all your appetites and senses to fully appreciate
it. Your family is a credit for raising you this way, Aiden. Too many struggle
with guilt and don’t truly savor life’s pleasures,” he said unironically. Of
course, he was well aware he’d been withholding his very own pleasure, though
he had good reason for that. But the more time he spent with the boy, the more
he questioned his judgement.
“ La Dolce Far Niente, ” Aiden rattled off in perfect Italian, grinning and
waving his loose limbed hand around. “The sweetness of doing nothing. I think
it applies. Savoring life’s pleasures, as you said, doing nothing but what you
want to do, without fear of repercussion. Wouldn’t it be a shame to let a
little thing like fear stop you from what you really  wanted , Hannibal?”  
“What a clever, cunning boy. Indeed. Life does seem to be far too short to
allow a gland the size of a kidney bean to control our fates.” Hannibal was
amazed that Aiden could render him very nearly speechless with his coy
suggestion. Wise beyond his years and skilled at innocent manipulation. It made
Hannibal admire him even more. “Shall we head back, then?” he said, rising, a
smile on his face though his pride was smarting. It was a very poignant and
well aimed remark the boy made.
“Thanks.” Aiden blushed at the praise, looking down at his hands before he
looked back up into Hannibal’s perfect eyes. He thought he was clever, and
cunning. Not a child. Not ignorant. He listened to him and contributed back.
The boy had been testing, to see how Hannibal would react, and also to try to
drive the point home. He was glad it had been well received. As the doctor to
be stood, the boy let his foot brush against his calf, his socked foot,
temporarily free from his shoe. He swallowed and nodded, smiling. “Okay, yeah,
sure. That's a good idea.”
The contact, however brief, went straight to Hannibal’s groin, and he turned to
look into Aiden’s eyes, his own burning with passion. Did he have any concept
of his own power? Any idea what he held over Hannibal, how he’d possessed his
senses in every way? Hannibal mounted his bike as they made their way back, his
vision following Aiden’s form as he too did the same: long legs, sun kissed and
with the faintest hint of peach fuzz beginning to cover them, all the way up to
the curve of his ass on his bike seat.
                                      ***
The next morning, after their day out together, Aiden woke up with a stretch.
He’d wanted more time with Hannibal the night prior but due to unexpected
guests at their home, he’d been forced to entertain. He’d put on a good face at
least and then after all had been said and done, he’d seen Vivian briefly. It
just wasn’t the same with her, and he’d never even done more than kiss
Hannibal. It just didn’t compare.
When he was lucid, Aiden walked over, preparing to go to the bathroom when his
foot touched paper, making it slide over the hardwood. He looked down and
picked it up immediately. The note was from Hannibal.
Come to my room at midnight. Tonight. - H
Midnight seemed so far away now, but he smiled, and went to get dressed. When
he was ready, he padded downstairs and outside to have breakfast, blue eyes
scanning for Hannibal right away. “G’Mornin’.”
“Good morning, Aiden. I trust you’re feeling rested? You appear quite so,” he
said with a smile, a slight gleam in his eye as he shared a look with the young
man. He knew just from the blush in his cheek, he’d gotten his note.
“I’m… yes. I slept pretty good. Pretty well.” Aiden blushed deeper, seeing the
way Hannibal was looking at him. What was going to happen at midnight? Well, he
had an idea, and he was both excited and nervous all at once. “Um so did you
sleep well?”
Hannibal nodded and grinned over at Malfasa, and the older woman blushed and
filled his cup with fresh coffee, giving him a look. “I did, in point of fact.
I seem to be sleeping like a baby in your room, Aiden. I hope the bed in your
room is as good,” he chuckled, biting his lip before taking a sip of the hot
liquid.
“It’s alright. Not uncomfy, but not as good as the one in my room, where you
sleep,” Aiden said, hinting that he’d rather be sleeping with Hannibal. He knew
he’d get it, while everyone else would just think he was complaining about
having had to give up his room.
Hannibal remembered how he’d looked that day he’d walked in on him. How many
times he’d imagined him just on the other side of the wall, touching himself
and picturing Aiden, remembering their kiss, how his hand felt gripping his
hardness that day in the field. He arched a brow at the boy and continued
eating. “Have a lot of plans today?” he asked.
“Nothing exciting. Maybe go swim, or read. Need to finish a drawing I started,”
Aiden said, taking a bite of his egg. Everything seemed like the volume had
been turned down. The only amplified thing was Hannibal. That was his sole
focus really. “Sort of just going to be a keep myself busy kind of day,” he
smirked, then wrapped his rosy lips around the glass bottle of water, keeping
his eyes on the older man. “You?”
“I have a few meetings in town, actually quite a busy day ahead of me. I wish I
could stay behind and swim.I’d love to see what you draw though, Aiden. You’re
exceptionally good, as I’ve said before,” Hannibal said, his eyes lingering
conspicuously long on Aiden’s lips. The others weren’t paying attention, and
beneath the table, he stretched long legs, brushing his bare foot on Aiden’s
calf. The temptation was nearly too much to bear.
Aiden’s breath hitched after he swallowed his bite of food. Midnight was just
too far away. He ran his tongue over his lips, grinning at Hannibal. “Thanks.
Wish you could too honestly,” he said quietly, looking at his watch to see just
how long until the hour was upon them.
Amber eyes followed the sweet little pink tongue as it traced the outline of
his ripe, ruby lips. Warmth washed up Hannibal’s alpine cheekbones and he
looked down at his food then, knowing the desire raging through him was so
close to running riot. “Soon enough,” he said quietly, under his breath, almost
as though he was trying to convince himself as much as anyone.
To sweeten the moment, or perhaps make things  harder , Aiden ran his foot up
Hannibal’s calf, to his thigh, dipping his toes just inside the loop of the
older man’s shorts. He continued eating, a nod given to the comment uttered
under the doctor to be’s breath, and felt his cock twitch. The boy knew he’d
just have to jack off. It would also help with him coming too soon, later, if
they…. Or well, at least he hoped. “Mhm.”
Hannibal thickened at the contact, barely holding back a gasp which he tried to
conceal behind his cup of coffee. He wrapped his big hand around the top of
Aiden’s foot and held it right there, pressed against the ridge of his length,
separated only by a thin layer of linen that comprised his white shorts. He
held the boy’s eye contact heatedly before releasing him, squeezing
affectionately as he did. “I’m sure we’ll both have a productive day,” he
quipped with no small amount of irony.
“I think so, yeah,” Aiden managed, his tone laced with want. The feel of
Hannibal’s cock through those shorts, his hand on his foot, it was nearly
enough to make him come in his own pants then and there, but he didn’t.
Instead, he coughed, and took another bite, grinning at the older man around
the rim of his glass. Fuck, why was time moving so slowly, he wondered.  
Hannibal waited for his erection to calm itself - difficult to do under the
circumstances with the cause of his situation sitting right across from him -
but he finished his coffee and rose finally. If he was to make it through the
day, he’d have to get a grip on himself as it were and get out of the line of
sight of the irresistible boy. Carrying his dishes to the sink, when they all
went back inside, he smiled at Mafalda and then at Aiden. “Well, I will return
later, don’t get into any trouble then, alright Aiden?” he said with a wink.
“Not planning on any trouble. Not this early in the day anyway,” Aiden grinned,
blushing and looking at Hannibal through his lashes. He nodded though, and gave
Mafalda his dishes to clean, then leaned against the counter, absentmindedly
mouthing the end of his sunglasses, tongue swirling around the hard plastic as
he stared. “You either, okay, Hannibal?”
The doctor-to-be cursed under his breath, inaudible but for a whisper as he was
mesmerized watching the path Aiden’s tongue took, the brief flash of bubblegum
pink as he pursed damp, red lips around the stem of his eyewear. He glanced
back at their housekeeper, distracted momentarily with dishes, and boxed Aiden
in for a second against the wall, leaning close to whisper. “Don’t be late.
Buonasera, ” he said, his breath hot against the boy’s ear, and he turned on
his heel with a placid smile and left.
Aiden let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when Hannibal left,
gooseflesh covering his skin. He went promptly to his temporary room and
masturbated. God why wasn’t it midnight yet? Buonasera indeed.
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
The day passed by as slow as any the boy could remember, but he did what he
could to stay busy. Vivian came by, he ate her out, and she jerked him off
again, but he decided afterwards that it would be the last time he’d see her.
It didn’t feel right honestly, but at least he’d gotten to get off twice so it
might help out experience and longevity wise. After a shower, the boy looked at
his watch for the umpeenth time and took a deep breath. It was midnight.
He walked through the bathroom, and knocked on Hannibal’s door, just wearing a
tight baby blue t-shirt and khaki colored shorts. “H-Hannibal?”
Hannibal turned, standing in the doorway of his open patio, clad only in an
open shirt and yellow shorts. “I thought perhaps you’d changed your mind,” he
said. The room was dark, save the moonlight that came in with a light breeze
that barely offered relief from the heat. He approached him, reaching behind to
close the door.
“Changed my mind? Not a chance. Of course I came,” Aiden said softly, quietly,
canting his head up to look at Hannibal. He was hot, and it felt like his skin
was on fire as he looked at the man in front of him. He looked so handsome by
the light of the full moon. Then again, he looked good all the time. The boy
reached out and touched Hannibal’s arm, his toes reaching out to brush his as
well. “I-I’m nervous.”
Hannibal brought a hand up to cup Aiden’s cheek, drifting down to his jaw. He
smiled softly, warm amber gaze burning into heavy-lidded, cerulean eyes. He
slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “Don’t be nervous...may I
hug you?”  he asked, heat rolling off the boy in waves.
“Yes please,” Aiden whispered in answer, his arms going around Hannibal’s neck
instinctively. He smiled, his skin totally flushed, curls scattered in his baby
blue eyes as his cock pressed hard against his shorts. He couldn’t believe this
moment was at last here. “Will you kiss me again? God I wanna kiss you.”
Suddenly holding him like this, in his arms, felt almost overwhelming. Hannibal
lifted him, picking him up and turning him around towards the bed. He hummed a
wordless assent and pressed his full lips against Aiden’s, tongue tasting that
lush bottom lip that had been tormenting him for weeks. Pulling away, he gently
moved a stray ringlet that hung in the boy’s face. “I’ve wanted to kiss you
again since that day,” he confessed quietly, smiling. “But, you know that.”
“Then why’d you make me wait,” Aiden murmured, breathlessly as he licked his
lips. He suddenly wrapped his leg around Hannibal’s grinding up against him as
he grew a bit bolder. Still demure, but he felt that urgency, that need that
had been building for so long. “You know what? It’s okay, it doesn’t matter… I
just… please. I want this. This makes me happy,  you  do.”
Hannibal ran a large hand under Aiden’s thigh, pulling it up higher, and he
kissed him harder, licking into his mouth with all the pent up longing and
desire he’d held in restraint. He almost fell backwards onto the bed a moment,
stumbling as he pulled the boy’s weight too far to one side, and in the moment
he let go, Hannibal pulled his own shirt off his shoulders quickly, not at all
willing to stop touching this beautiful creature for even a second. “Does it,
then? Good…”
“Yeah…” Aiden moaned softly, taking his shirt off then too, his nipples hard
and rosy, just a few freckles in various spots, no hair anywhere save for a
couple around the pink pebbles on his chest. His shorts tented obscenely, and
he started to writhe against the older man, his fingers roving over his chest,
through the thicket of hair there. It was all too much and not enough, he
wanted to crawl inside the oon to be doctor’s chest and just stay there always.
“Hannibal….”
The blond sat back on the bed, hands roaming up every inch of exposed skin,
palms skimming flesh as though he was afraid he’d vanish. He fasted his lips
against a hard little nipple, worrying it with a helpless moan. He lifted one
arm over Aiden’s head and buried his nose in a furry armpit - the only place
thus far on his body lush with dark hair. “Gods…” he gasped, his senses crying
out for more and more and more of the teenager.  
“Oh… Mm, Hannibal,” Aiden panted, his nostrils flaring with the tell tale signs
of his immense arousal. He straddled Hannibal’s legs, bracing himself on strong
shoulders as his hips worked, grinding back and forth against his lap. He could
feel his erection under his ass, and he wondered if it would hurt. He’d never
as much as even stuck his finger inside himself there, but he knew he needed to
join with the man he was in love with. Nothing with Vivian or any of other girl
had felt like this before.
Hannibal felt too hot all at once, his own thickness straining against his
shorts, and he wiggled backwards enough to pull them off. In the process he
jostled Aiden off his lap, but no sooner had he thrown the garment off then he
was yanking Aiden’s off as well. He pulled the boy back over to straddle his
lap, straining up to plunder his mouth, the urgency of simply wanting to feel
skin on skin overpowering him. “Want you...want you so much, Aiden.”
Aiden was bare under his shorts, so he sat nude atop Hannibal’s cock now, the
shaft resting between his cheeks. It felt so good, and was almost enough to
make the boy come then and there. He could feel he was large, just by how it
laid under him. “I… I want you too, Hannibal. I’ve wanted you since I first saw
you. We wasted so much time getting here, but I’m glad we’re here now.” With
those words spoken, he plunged his tongue into the warm cavern of the doctor to
be’s succulent mouth. It was like heaven, or nirvana, either way he tasted
better than anything he’d  ever  savored.
Hannibal groaned, his cock rutting between the teen’s plump ass cheeks as he
rolled his hips up. The uncut tip leaked pre come, making the slide wet as
Hannibal held Aiden’s face in both hands, suckling his tongue and exploring his
mouth. “Fuck,” he exhaled, the word a shock from his lips, where normally he
was so eloquent and well spoken, he was at once completely lost in lust. “We
are. We are fully here. Aiden...do you truly want this? Because we can’t go
back….”
“I want it,” Aiden blurted out quickly, no doubts, no hesitation. Only a bit of
nervousness. Either way he was more than ready. Hearing that curse word from
Hannibal only turned him on more and he began to move back and forth over the
older man’s cock, trying to not do it awkwardly. He hoped this was the right
way. “I want you. This. Please.”
Hannibal knew he’d have to take his time preparing this sweet young thing. He
also knew it would make that preparation so much easier if he had come first.
Maybe a few times. Hannibal yearned to hear more of his begging, and planned to
play him like the beautiful instrument he was. “As you wish, my beauty. Lay
back,” he said, guiding Aiden to the mattress as he continued to kiss him.
Aiden did as bidden, and he rested his head on the pillow, his legs instantly
going around Hannibal’s hips as he kissed him back heatedly. He would let him
guide him, let him lead the way, since he had no idea what to do in this sort
of a scenario. Not saying another word, he moaned, his blue eyes locked onto
amber, as the moon shone through the window, a cool breeze moving the curtains
gently.
Hannibal looked down as Aiden lay under him, cheeks flushed pink, his curls
around his head like a halo on the pillow. He ran his palms down his smooth,
flawless skin and lay on top of him to kiss him more, tongue exploring his hot
mouth and moving down, lips sucking wetly along his jawline, down his neck,
across his chest and down, down between his legs. As he nosed beneath his
balls, he inhaled deeply, the scent of him flooding his senses. The teenage boy
smelled of clean sweat, woodsy muskiness, and something uniquely young and
delicious. He was utterly enchanted and he pressed his tongue along the length
of his cock, already dripping with clear pre come.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Aiden’s hand went to the back of Hannibal’s head. He
was so responsive to the older man already. The boy moved his hips, arching off
the bed as his toes wiggled, and heart raced. “Oh, shit….Hannibal-” he moaned,
his eyes watching the handsome doctor-to-be intently. He looked absolutely
debauched like this, and the teen thought he might explode then and there.
Fortunately, he didn’t, which is good because that would have been very
embarrassing. “That...Mm....that feels so good.”
Long strands of blond hair fell across Hannibal’s forehead and he sucked the
top between his lips, lapping over the slit and swallowing the teen’s slender
cock down to the root, nose buried in the nest of curls there. His slid a
finger between his cheeks, just tapping the pad of one fingertip against the
hot opening, not pressing any deeper. Popping off with a wet sound, he grazed
his teeth over Aiden’s inner thigh, looking up through hooded eyes at him. “I
plan to make you come a great many times tonight, eventually on my cock,
understand?” he whispered, before descending over him once more, devouring like
he’d only fantasized about until now.
“I do,” Aiden whispered back, his body ablaze with the flames of passion. He
spread his legs wider, his balls falling between them as he moaned in sheer
unbridled ecstasy. The way Hannibal was partaking of him was astounding really,
and he felt so utterly worshipped he could barely see straight. It was a
struggle still, to not come, but he managed so far. That was until Hannibal
took him down again. He came then, hot and thick, without much warning save for
a clench of his hand in the doctor to be’s hair. “Hannibal-!”
Hannibal drank from him like a starving man, the salty spend as delicious as
he’d imagined, reminding him of the day he’d discovered what Aiden had done
with his swim trunks. He moaned, greedily lapping even past the point of
oversensitivity, but even after climax he felt Aiden remain hard, and Hannibal
looked up at him, eyes blood red and darkened. “Perfection, ahh yes beautiful,”
he murmured. He pulled a bottle of lubrication from the side table and poured
the clear fluid over his fingers, letting go of his cock for the moment as he
gently, finally breaching with the tip of his index finger. “Breathe and
relax,” he whispered softly, knowing this would take time. He was in no rush.
It was more important to him that Aiden thoroughly enjoy this.
Aiden did as bidden, and took a deep, relaxing breath, knowing this would hurt,
he just knew. But he was also aware that after a little while it would feel
really, really good. It would take some time though, and that was fine. When he
looked into those sexy, fierce eyes, all that could be managed was a whimper of
desire. God he was so hot. How was anyone that sexy? The teens heart pounded,
his skin forming goosebumps and he his toes wiggled again, heels pushing down
into the mattress as his head lolled back into the pillow. “Mm… Hannibal…”
Slowly, Hannibal slid his long finger inside, working it in and out in a
building rhythm until he felt Aiden’s body relax into it. Steadily he
penetrated him with a second finger, feeling the resistance there melt away
over the course of what could have been minutes or hours. As he pushed deeper,
he kneaded Aiden’s balls with his free hand, brushing his lips over his cock
and beginning to suckle the tip. Soon, he located the little hard nub deep
inside, and brushed circles over it, eager to see the boy’s reaction for the
first time. “Hmmm?”
Aiden moaned louder than he meant to, all but coming off the bed when he felt
that spot inside pressed. Fucking hell it felt so so good. He couldn’t even
begin to express how much. “H-hannibal,” he cried out again, his breath coming
faster as he was finger fucked open. It wasn’t hurting now, on the contrary, it
was amazing. “Oh...fuckin’....fuck, please don’t stop, please.”
The sweet, broken pleas made Hannibal ache painfully between his legs, the need
nearly tearing him apart, yet he stayed the course, taking the opportunity to
add more lube and a third finger. Twisting his wrist, he bent the tip of one
knuckle to stroke over his prostate as he sucked his cock. The next step was to
get Aiden to associate the immense pleasure with being anally penetrated. By
the time he was done with him, he wanted the boy to crave penetration, to ache
for his cock and want it night and day. He knew with the boy’s quick refractory
period he’d easily pull another orgasm from him before he finally had him open
enough to fuck him. “My fingers are still not as big as my cock, Aiden. You’re
almost ready for me though. Does it hurt, love?”
“Burned at first… but not now… oh it feels so good now,” Aiden whimpered,
moving his hips wantonly, feeling another orgasm churn in his taut belly, down
to his balls. He looked back at Hannibal, licking his lips and then biting it.
One thing was for sure, he could tell the older man really cared for him to
work him open like this, to take his time and savor him. The boy felt the same
way, even if it was a new feeling. How would he ever stand to see him go? He
wouldn’t think of that now. Back on track, he felt the pleasure build and
build, finally his cock exploded again, his hole squeezing Hannibal’s fingers
as he moaned his name like a prayer. “Hannibal!”
Like a glutton, Hannibal knew his appetite for this god of a boy would never be
sated, and he licked him clean, savoring his climax like a decadent treat. He
pumped his fingers in harder, and then crawled up the bed, draping his broad
frame over Aiden to kiss him deeply. “That was so good, so good my beauty. Now
I need to be inside you, hmm?” he said, slathering a generous amount of lube
over his thick, olive shaft. He tapped the fat head over Aiden’s hole and
slowly began pressing in, gasping harshly at the impossible constriction as he
breached his tight little ring of muscle.
Aiden’s hands scrambled for purchase amongst the soft sheets, and then up
Hannibal’s back, to his shoulders. He wasn’t sure where to grab, but he needed
to hold on because the older man’s cock was much larger than he’d imagined.
He’d yet to even touch it yet. It didn’t matter because he could  feel  it and
wow. There were certainly no words now--there hadn’t been before either but
this was something else. Gasping, he kissed the doctor-to-be, wrapping his legs
around his hips. “H-hannibal… oh god…”
Hannibal contemplated all the things he wanted to do with this gorgeous
teenager, but knew even with his stamina he couldn’t last if he’d let Aiden
touch him. No, right now he needed to be inside him, and he thrust deeper,
stilling his hips as best he could and sweating under the tight velvety heat.
“Gods, Aiden,” Hannibal whispered, lips pressed against his neck as the sweat
dripped down from long, wet tendrils.  
The boy knew they’d have more than just this one time to do stuff, or well, he
hoped. Really though, he couldn’t be sure. What if Hannibal wouldn’t want him
after this? Either way he was glad things had went down as they had, that the
doctor to be had taken the lead. Especially since this was all new to him. He
ran his fingers up Hannibal’s biceps, along the curve of his shoulders, to the
sides of his neck, holding him there. “Mm, Hannibal, y-you feel so good,” he
whispered back, his head craning to the side so that he would give him more
room to keep doing that.
The blond could tell from how quickly the boy had hardened again that he was
enjoying it, but it gave him no small measure of relief to hear it from his
lips. Taking the affirmation to mean he was ready for more, he began slowly
rocking in and out, bearing down to push in fully with each forward thrust. The
boy was impossibly tight. Hannibal kissed his neck, sucking over his pulse and
relishing the way it throbbed hard and fast beneath his lips. “As do you, my
beauty,” he whispered in a rough voice.
Aiden felt like he was lost in a dream, and if that was true, he never wanted
to wake up. The way the lines blurred between them, how they became one
together, it was beautiful. He slipped his fingers once more through Hannibal’s
strands, keeping him over his neck as the other roved all over the older man’s
form, feeling him out any place he could reach. The teen committed each curve,
each muscle to memory, not wanting to forget any detail, as his heart raced
harder, breath quickening. “Yeah, oh just like  that . I love this…”
And you , Aiden thought to himself.
Hannibal’s muscles flexed as he worked over Aiden, licking up the sweat that
collected in the hollow of his throat and rolling his hips a little faster. He
pushed as deep as he could with every thrust, making sure his thick cockhead
brushed the boy’s prostate each time.He leaned their foreheads together,
looking into Aiden’s eyes as he moved inside him, his senses so keenly tuned to
every sigh and moan, the most minute movement registered as he wanted nothing
more than to bring this beautiful boy pleasure. “You feel so perfect Aiden, so
good, I’ve wanted this so long, so long, from the first moment I saw you. I
wish I hadn’t….waited so long…” he grunted, tasting Aiden’s mouth again, sharp
teeth grazing over his ripe lip.
“I wanted it too. I wish we hadn't either but-” Aiden moaned again, sweeping
his tongue with Hannibal’s, keeping blue-eyes locked onto amber. He felt on
fire, his body crying out for the man inside of him. It was so passionate, so
intimate, and he never wanted it to end. “But at least were here now.”
Hannibal was murmuring in Lithuanian, curses and desperation at the sublime
feel of his young lover’s body. He held himself up to one side on his elbow and
gripped Aiden’s cock, stroking it fast. “Will you come again for me? Prašau,
Prašau, Mylimasis,” he said, voice rough and accent thick as honey against
Aiden’s earlobe.
Aiden didn’t know what it meant but fuck it sounded so sexy. It made him
shudder, gooseflesh covering his skin as he mewled and moaned. He ran his
fingers through Hannibal’s chest hair, around to his back and down to grip his
ass. “Yes… oh yes, I’m…” it was all he got out and then the boy was coming yet
again, his body spent from the pleasure, worn out in the best way. Milky come
spurted out of his cock then, and gasped, his chest rising and falling with
each sound from his lips before he kissed them into the doctor in training’s
succulent mouth. “Hannibal, mm, fuck, baby-”
It was all Hannibal could do to wait a few seconds before he too erupted,
flooding Aiden’s ass with his thick load. The boy’s first orgasm with a cock in
his ass, and he was Hannibal’s, all and only his. He wanted him mind, body and
soul. He had no idea how he would ever say goodbye, but didn’t want to think of
it right now as he shook with the force of his climax. “Aš tave myliu,  Aš tave
myliu, Aiden Aiden Aiden,” he chanted, hands gripping the boy and leaving
bruises on his pale skin.
Again Aiden had no idea what that meant, but he liked the sound of it. Panting,
he embraced Hannibal, all lithe limbs wrapped around his lover. He kissed his
shoulder, his neck, licking the sweat there, and made his way to his lips,
slowly laving their tongues together. “Hannibal… I…” he trailed off, afraid to
say what he was feeling, unaware that he’d just been told he was loved in the
doctor to be’s native tongue. All he knew was that he didn’t want to lose him,
not now, not ever.
Hannibal snaked his tongue inside Aiden’s mouth, kissing between harash pants.
“I love you. It means, I love you, my beloved, treasure,” he said quietly,
nibbling Aiden’s lips and sighing. He couldn’t help himself. He was irrevocably
in love.
“I love you too,” Aiden whispered, tightening his grip on Hannibal. He couldn’t
believe that such a god could love him. Who was he? No one. Just a clumsy
teenager, and yet he was loved. It was the best feeling in the whole world. The
boy kissed him again, curling around him once they were on their sides in bed.
“I am lucky.”
“Well, we both are if you insist. You’re a wonder, Aiden. You’re more beautiful
than any sculpture or painting I’ve ever seen, did you know that?” he asked
softly, brushing wet curls from his face and staring in adoration.
Aiden felt a shiver run down his spine at the words and touches from Hannibal.
He smiled and gazed back into those striking eyes. “I didn’t, but thanks. I
guess I do now,” he blushed, and kissed Hannibal again. “You’re handsome too
though. Like some sort of Lithuanian god. I’d worship at your altar, day and
night.”
***
They made love all night that night, and the next day, but the following,
Hannibal was with Aiden’s father, or so he assumed, which left him a bit bored.
He went up to his private place in the attic, and laid down on the mattress
there, listening to the radio for a bit. The boy had brought a peach with him
to snack on and he took a small bite, licking it. It was soft, wet, and juicy,
which gave him ideas. What might it be like to top Hannibal? He’d had the
quickie with Vivian, but that was different. Maybe he could practice?
The teenager pressed his fingers inside the fruit, making a hole there, and put
it on his cock. His hips began to jerk, and oh fuck it felt amazing. He didn’t
let himself think of what he was doing in that moment, he just enjoyed it,
until he finally came, his spend collecting at the bottom of the peach, the
part he’d not hollowed completely. Setting that aside, he hummed, and closed
his eyes on the mattress, falling asleep without having meant to.
Hannibal looked everywhere for his lovely boy, finally wandering into the
attic. That’s where he found him, fast asleep on the small mattress there. He
paused to simply watch the rise and fall of his bare chest, eyes tracing every
mole and freckle adoringly. He licked his lips, moving closer until he reached
the edge, and he sat down, trying not to wake him but he just had to touch and
taste. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the delicate collarbone and moving
down his sternum.
Aiden woke up with stretch, then a moan when he realized that Hannibal was
there. “Hey…” he whispered, his voice a little rough from his nap. He ran his
fingers through Hannibal’s hair, forgetting about the peach for a minute. It
felt so good, to wake up like this and his cock grew hard right away, leaking
against his skin under the shorts he wore.
“Hello, beautiful one,” Hannibal whispered softly, trailing kisses down the
smooth torso and the soft, light fuzz beneath his belly button. He smelled
something, of course, and tasted it with each kiss, the faint hint of peach.
Tugging down the waistband of his shorts, Hannibal’s tongue lapped at the side
of the boy’s quickly filling cock, and took the tip on his mouth with a moan.
And there it was, strong and clear, the taste of Aiden mixed with peach juice.
He pulled off with a wet pop and smirked at him. “What did you do?” he asked,
lips quirking up at the ends.
The moaning turned to a shiver, and Aiden licked his lips, looking at the
peach, and then at Hannibal. “I… um… nothing. I didn’t…” He trailed off,
embarrassed, turned on, and also sad under all of that. Sad because there was
only a little bit of time before the doctor to be would have to leave. At least
that had been the initial timeline.
Hannibal’s line of sight followed to a very violated-looking piece of fruit, or
what was left of it. With a smile he reached over and plucked it up, turning it
in his palm and seeing a dribble of white come dripping from the center. “Oh,
my delightful, wicked, darling boy,” he began, bringing it nearer and inhaling
deeply, the debauched aroma of his treasured one’s essence.
“I’m… I’m sick aren’t I?” Aiden asked, his tone low. When he saw Hannibal
nearing it to his face, he reached out his hand to gently grab his wrist.
“Please don’t do that….”
“I wish everyone were as sick as you. We are just alike, you know that? And I
can hardly resist partaking of the evidence of your pleasure, since I wasn’t
able to witness firsthand…: he said, bringing the fruit nearer his lips.
Aiden tried to get the fruit from Hannibal, almost desperately so. “Please
don’t. Why are you doing this, y-you can’t,” he said, not really upset over the
fruit but it was an outlet.
Hannibal’s eyes widened at his protest. “Do you not know by now darling how
much I long for every single drop of you, every thing that comes from your
body?” The despair and anguish in the boy’s eyes broke Hannibal’s heart.
“What’s wrong, my love? What?”
The boy started sobbing then, collapsing against Hannibal’s chest in a drawn
out wail. He shook from it, happy on one hand that his lover wanted him so
much, but what was the point if this was all going to end soon? “Hannibal…”
Aiden began, taking deep breaths, his chest rising and falling as hot tears
spilled down his cheeks. “I… I don’t want you to go. I can’t bear the thought
of losing you. I love you so much.”
Hannibal set the fruit down, wrapping his arms around Aiden and rubbing his
back. He tucked his chin down, burying his nose in Aiden’s hair and trying to
soothe him. “Aiden….Aiden, no. Don’t do this. Let’s just enjoy the moments we
have now, Aiden,” he whispered, kissing his downy curls. In truth, he didn’t
know what he would do. The summer was rapidly coming to an end, and he had a
job ready and waiting for him in Baltimore.
“Okay,” Aiden whispered, trying to dry his eyes, even if it was hard. Each day
that passed was wonderful, but also bittersweet, because it was leading them to
the inevitable end of their time together. The boy inhaled Hannibal’s clean,
manly scent, and found a measure of comfort there, his eyes closed to fully
take him in from his aroma, to the feel of those strong arms wrapped around
him. “I’m sorry.”
“No need for apologies, Mylimasis. Did you know  Mylimasis  means  Beloved  in
Lithuanian? And  Aš tave myliu  means  I love you . I said this the other day
and meant it Aiden.” He stroked down the boy’s back soothingly, fingers feeling
every bone of his vertebrae and down to the small of his back. He didn’t know
how he would do this, what he would do, but he didn’t want to think of it.
Hannibal was practical and rational in all things, but he knew when it came to
love, there was no reason.
“I wondered what that all meant,” Aiden sniffled, and kept his face in
Hannibal’s neck. He didn’t want to leave from that spot. He inhaled his scent
again and sighed happily, or at least it helped  temporarily. “I love you too,
Hannibal. I mean it as well. I just…” he trailed off, remembering Hannibal
didn't want to talk about it and maybe there wasn’t any point. Time would tell.
“Don’t lose hope, my love. I don’t know what will happen, but I know I don’t
want to let go of you.” He held Aiden close to his chest, gently rocking him.
“I’ve yet to speak to your father, but I believe he knows. Your mother and him
love you very very much. I’m just...I don’t want to make any promises I cannot
keep, darling.” Hannibal lifted the beautiful boy’s tear-stained face and
kissed him gently.
“I won’t ever give up on you, or us,” Aiden said, kissing Hannibal again. He
hugged him tighter, kissing him with passion he’d never felt before now, and
met his eyes when he went to take a breath. He couldn’t lose him, how would he
go on, if he did? No.. he would wait and see how it all played out. “Mom asked
me if I liked  you, then also said you told her you liked me some time ago. So
yeah, I think they know.”
Hannibal nodded and smiled sagely. “Yes, I thought she might. That woman has a
sharp sense. I feel as though your father won’t be as disapproving as most
would be. But tell me, Aiden, what of your future? Would you want to make your
life in Baltimore? It’s not the idyllic wonderland of Crema. It’s worlds away.”
He kissed each finger of Aiden’s hand tenderly as though they were made of
priceless china.
“She’s really smart, and dad is really loving,” Aiden agreed, then plopped back
down on the mattress, on his side, looking up at Hannibal. “I would if it meant
I was with you. I’ve always sort of had this want to explore you know? To roam
around to different places. I would like to go back to the states, maybe write
and draw there.” He grinned at the older man. “Why do you ask?”
Hannibal chuckled deep in his throat, reclining on the mattress, leaning back
and stretching out long limbs. “And why do you think I ask, dear boy? Because,
you might perhaps join me? I have a position waiting for me at Johns Hopkins
when I return. But it would be quite a thing to move, you know? You might like
it though, never know, hmm?”
Aiden toppled over on Hannibal then and peppered kisses all over his handsome
face, holding him with a love struck grin. “Yes! I will like it. I’ll  love  it
because it would be with you. You really want me to come with you? I…” It was
unbelievable. The boy was in awe, totally caught off guard but in a wonderful
way. He wanted to go with him, and hell, he’d follow the man anywhere. “I want
to go with you. It’s not even a question that needs any thought.”
Hannibal laughed at the excited youth, their bare chests pressed up against
each other as the blond pulled him on top to kiss him. “I want you to as well.
Even if it’s just to see if you like it. You’d be free to go if you wanted, you
know?” he said in a more serious voice. “You’re very young, and people change,
feelings change. You’ll have new experiences, and you don't know how you’ll
react.”
“I am young… but I know that I love you, Hannibal. I need you to trust me.
Trust my heart, not my age,” Aiden said, giving Hannibal a serious look. He
meant it to his very marrow. “I mean people even marry young, I’m not saying
that, but just that love can be felt and understood at an early age. I want
you. Only you.” Aiden followed it up with a kiss, stroking Hannibal’s cheek.
Hannibal’s heart thudded at the mention of marriage, but he knew the beautiful
lad couldn’t know fully what that meant, wise beyond his years as he was.
Perhaps in time though. It was far too soon for that yet. “And I want none but
you, Aiden. None but you.” he tenderly caressed his face, licking into his
mouth and exploring with a hungry moan. He could still taste the lingering
sweetness of peaches on his tongue.
“H-h-hannibal,” Aiden whimpered, his pubescent voice cracking a little as he
did. He ran his fingers through the sides of Hannibal’s hair, rolling his hips
down into him, nipples brushing. His heart beat faster, skin pebbled with
arousal, and he knew that what they had was better than anything he’d ever
experienced. “Only you…”
Hannibal rolled over, pushing Aiden onto his back and pinning him down,
aggressively plundering his mouth as his own animal lust merged with his
desperately growing love for him. Roughly shucking off his own shorts, he
kicked them to the floor and tugged off the boy’s at the same time. “Yes,
Mylimasis, only you…”
Aiden spread his legs and ground his hips before wrapping limbs around the
doctor to be. He moaned almost whorishly, wanton and ready for Hannibal always.
“Please… fuck me again, make love to me. I need you, Hannibal.”
The blond was only too willing and eager for that, grabbing a bottle of lube
from the floor - they’d made this little space in the attic the site of a few
heated couplings already - and slicked himself up, pushing one creamy white
thigh up to expose the boy’s pink pucker. He slid the pad of his finger over
him teasingly a few times before sinking inside. Curling the long, thick digit,
he pressed deeper. “Are you still ok, in spite of all our activity?” he asked,
but noticing how hard the boy was seemed to answer the question for him. He
tenderly kissed his belly as he worked him open gently.
“I’m okay, I’m better than okay,” Aiden whispered, quick to bounce back being
an emotional teenager, but more than that, the talks of him getting to go be
with Hannibal had solidified his being alright once more. He groaned, sucking
in a sharp breath through flared nostrils, his fingers raking down the older
man’s back as he was opened like a flower. “Oh that feels so good.”
Pushing a second and third finger in, Hannibal twisted his wrist and grazed the
firm nub inside him. “You know no matter how much we do this, I want you as
much as the first time,” he said, his voice cracking with need. Panting against
Aiden’s long, smooth neck, he pumped his hand in and out of him, savoring every
little moan and gasp from the beautiful, lithe boy.
“Same here, Hannibal. I want to know every part of you,” Aiden managed, his
arms going around his neck as sweat beaded on his skin. “Please fuck me… I need
you inside me,” he pleased, moving his hips in desperation.
Hannibal needed him desperately, wanted to feel the tight heat of his boy, the
one he’d lusted after for so long, and he poured the clear fluid over his
thick, olive cock, stroking himself from root to tip. Kneeling between Aiden’s
thighs, he pulled him up, rutting over the twitching little pucker. He tugged
back, pulling the foreskin down, and pushed inside, cursing in Lithuanian at
the ring of muscle that tried fruitlessly to push him out. “Aiden…”
“Oh...Oh god… H-hannibal…” Aiden moaned, his hole finally relaxing when he took
a breath. It was still stretch taut though, strangling the older man’s cock as
it was taken in. He shut his eyes, nipples hard, and chest heaving as his body
accommodate him. “Perfect… Mm, so damned perfect.”
Hannibal slipped out of him and dragged him roughly to the edge of the bed,
picking the boy up and flipping him onto his belly roughly. They often play
wrestled, but this was far from playful. The older man’s eyes were dark with
lust as he gripped his hips and pulled them up, bending him over on all fours
and driving back inside deeply. He grunted, an animalistic sound as he pounded
into the soft curve of his ass. “Like this? Do you?” He asked in a harshly
demanding whisper.
“Y-yes,” Aiden mewled, sparks shooting through his groin as his prostate was
tapped. He felt his arousal growing closer, his body hot with lust while floppy
curls moved with the force of how hard he was being taken. The boy’s hands
scrambled for purchase amongst the sheets, his spine curved as his breathing
turned ragged, and heady. “I’m gonna come soon… oh shit-”
Hannibal reached between the teenager’s body and the mattress to grip his cock,
grunting louder and jerking him off as he slammed into the plush curve of his
ass relentlessly. “Come on me, darling, come and I’ll fill you with my seed,”
he rasped, accent heavier as his own will power to hold back nearly gave out
entirely.  
It only took a few more passes, coupled with that sexy voice and Aiden cried
out. He came hard, over Hannibal’s hand, and onto the bed, his hole clenching
around the older man’s shaft. “Hannibal!” The boy looked back at him, his eyes
hooded, and lips parted in sheer ecstasy. “Please come in me… I need to feel
it.”
He could feel every inch of his throbbing cock massaged perfectly in the tight
clutch of Aiden’s body, and the feel of the boy spasming on him make him
unravel. With a grunt he gripped Aiden’s hips brutally hard, pounding him as he
ejaculated deep inside. He knew he’d likely bruised him, and even as he slid
his large hands up the boy’s back soothingly, he could see the purple marks
beginning to blossom on his pale backside. Collapsing next to him, Hannibal
slipped out and collected the loose-limbed teenager in his arms, holding him
against his furry chest. “My love, ahhh...I love you so much, Aiden.”
Aiden was a little sore, he could feel it beginning, but he hardly cared. If
anything, he liked it, because it meant he’d feel him for days to come. He
rested his head against Hannibal’s chest, nuzzling his neck, and then moved to
kiss him, his heart slowing. “I love you too, so much, and always. That was so
good. You are out of this world, which sounds cheesy, but I mean it, you know?”
Hannibal laughed and twirled one of Aiden’s curls around his finger lovingly.
“Not at all cheesy. Having your love means more to me than anything in my life,
did you know that?” he whispered. The sun was setting low, streams of dark
orange filtering through an opening in the curtains they had hanging over one
window.
“I know it now, and I’m glad to know,” Aiden grinned, speaking softly as he
stayed curled around the doctor to be. He didn’t want to move, for what started
today with a peach, curiosity, and a nap, had blossomed into a deep knowing, a
profound, inescapable love. “I’m just sorry we wasted so much time. I wish we
would’ve known before, but it’s okay, at least we’re here.”
“I try very hard to live without regrets, but I agree with you. All we have is
right now, and I intend to bask in it, my beautiful boy.”
 
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