#c. michael

*touches wings*

between you & these bones / accepting !

young, angelic and virginal. what more could a man of his standing ask for?the young theodore would give him an entirely alpha male heir and cement dacia’s place in history. as much as he loved (well… didn’t hate) his eldest son, michael knew he wasn’t ruthless enough to keep the empire alive. he’d received word a few days ago that theodore had arrived safely in dacia but hadn’t yet bothered to go see him. the empire was on the verge of conquering arleans, a feat that he was much more interested in that making small talk with a man sixteen years his junior. the trumpets played the grand anthem of the empire as he rode through the cobblestone streets on horseback toward the abbey. he was all too familiar with the pomp and ceremony of an imperial wedding.

it wasn’t until he was standing at the alter that michael came out of auto-pilot. as he turned around, his eyes fell on the veiled figure of his empress to be. even at a distance the redhead caused a stirring in his pants. the closer the boy came the more wild michael’s thoughts became. just as he imagined painting theo’s face with his seed, the boy came to a stop beside him. carefully, michael moved the veil back to reveal the perfect nature of theodore’s features. leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek, michael whispered “the painters did you no justice, my love.” in the younger man’s ear.

the ceremony & following reception were both longer than the emperor found necessary. all he wanted to do was throw his new queen against a wall and claim what was his, but he bid his time. finally, the procession to the royal bed began. with theo’s hand in his, they followed the archbishop to the marriage bed, a trail of nobles & foreign princes following behind them. the couple stood at the foot of the bed and the training of witnesses took their seats around the room as the archbishop christened their union before God. finally as the archbishop sat, michael turned to his new bride and practically threw himself onto theodore. one hand controlled the side of theodore’s face as he kissed him with as much passion as he’d kept pent up all day and the other slapped down on his ass, aggressively groping what he had so longed to touch.

ripping his mouth away with a breathy gasp, michael turned theodore around to face their audience while keeping him pinned against his broad form. his hands explored every inch of theo’s body while his painfully hard dick dug into the boy’s lower back. forcefully he disrobed his queen, pulling the white jacket with enough power to send the buttons flying across the room and the fabric to tear before he stripped it from theo’s body. sinking to his knees, michael trailed a mix of kisses and bites against the pale flesh. he yanked the foreigner’s trousers & under layers away with ease, leaving theodore naked and fully on display to the room of strangers. slowly, his hand crept up from theo’s foot. dancing carefully along his shin and into the tender grace of his thigh before finally his fingers found the cunt he’d so long dreamed of breeding. his thumb danced around the emperess’s clit for a brief tease but he carelessly slid his finger between the pink lips. “aye…” he finally spoke, loud enough for the room to hear. “he’s definitely a virgin alright.” the remark garnered cheers from the gallery and michael moved his hand away with a rough slap as he stood again. pushing his queen to the bed, he began to undress himself.

the creature observes from beneath the suit of his flesh, skin that feels stretched too thin at any given time -- an insatiable hunger that never subsides, even when he’s gorged himself at night.  Hannibal smiles, scents the death in the air between them, the blood that lingers and permeates for those who have the nose for it -- 

They don’t share the same monster, but Hannibal finds himself curious. 

“ Good afternoon, Michael.  I’m Dr. Lecter -- “  He knows not to expect any vocal reaction, but he seeks eye contact if at all possible, an intellectual signal that he’s been heard -- any shift in body language to be filed away and understood.  Patiently, and gently, he continues:  “ Have they told you ... ?  The Doctor formerly in charge of your case has passed away.  One Dr. Loomis, I believe ... They’ve asked me to come down from Baltimore to see you ... “ 

“ I understand your former Doctor collected quite the file on you, but I prefer greatly to run my own tests rather than rely on potentially outdated information, or the conclusions of other Doctors ... I know it to be incredibly tedious, constantly prodded with the same questions over and over ... but if you wouldn’t mind, it will help me to understand how best I may help you. “   ( And it’s interesting.  He has always prided himself on the notion that a monster may recognize a monster -- he doesn’t particularly feel that way about Michael, though. )