#r!clack

Today, since was Valentines day, Jack baked his famous triple chocolate cake filled with some more chocolate. It was Han’s favorite and a treat that Jack allowed him to have just a few times per year since chocolate was, essentially, poisonous for him.

However, this time, as soon as Jack finished the decor and put the cake in the fridge for the chocolate to cool down, Han appeared at the door, frowning at him.

“What?”

“Ya done?” Han asked, heavy american accent that Jack was sure he used just to pester him as an extra.

“Yes. But you won’t be having any until dinner.”

Hannibal tsked at him. Actually, literally, clicked his tongue and Jack was so surprised and speechless he couldn’t form any kind of reply when Han pushed him outside the kitchen, warning him about don’t bother for a few hours because he, Hannibal, was going to be very busy.

“Busy— Doing what?” The door closing in his face was the only answer he got.

Jack pictured Han inside, eating the whole cake with his hands and sighed, resolving he didn’t have the strength neither was in the mood to get mad about it; It was Valentines, it was Han’s cake anyway and Jack was happy with the black roses Hannibal got for him that morning, like every year, so no, whatever was happening inside his kitchen, wouldn’t bother him in the slightest.

Except it was bothering him, even two hours later.

Dinner wasn’t a problem, Jack ordered the food from one of his favorite restaurants and was delivered just minutes ago, but still he needed to get inside his kitchen to set up the food in the plates and pinpoint whatever damage Hannibal caused in there.

Jack carried the bags and knocked the door with his foot, half hungry, half annoyed and entirely worried.

“Han, the food is here. I’m hungry and I want to eat and then have sex in the tub while drinking champagne.” He announced, still using his feet to knock the door and after a few minutes of being there, knocking and standing like a bloody idiot Hannibal opened the door.

“ —so fucking annoying.” Was the greet he got.

“I am hungry. What did you do with my kitchen?”

“Nothin’. Gimme that.” Han took the bags and then, finally, Jack got inside.

There wasn’t a mess.

In fact, the table was set, some candles lit and red and black roses were arranged in a bouquet at the table. Jack blinked, almost cursing at himself because of course today was one of those days Han managed himself to be in the right, ‘soft romantic’ mood.

“Oh, did you bother doing all of this for us dear?” Jack asked with a soft voice and a tender smile. Hannibal didn’t reply but he was busy setting the food in the plates. “I love it. Thank you.” 

“I got ya somethin’ too.” Han handed him back the bags and went to the fridge while Jack finished to put the bread in a basket in the middle of the table.

“What did you buy me?” Jack asked, unable to stop himself because he was a dragon and, as such, he was impossibly curious.

“Nothin’. I made it.”

That got Jack’s attention immediately and he turned in time to see Han offering him a plate full of chocolates.

“You made chocolates?” He asked with wonder, watching the sweets; They had different forms, probably cut with Jack’s cookie molds, and were well made. They looked pretty, even.

“Aren’t poisoned.” Han smirked at him and Jack laughed, taking one to bite it. “—But that somethin’ one would say if were offerin’ ya poisoned choc.”

“Well, poisoned or not, these taste amazing.” Jack replied with a big grin, eating the sweet in one bite and taking other to put it in Han’s mouth. “I didn’t know you were so talented with sweets, I’m almost jealous.” Han ate the whole chocolate in one bite, as was was his custom, but Jack couldn’t even bother at it.

The fact that Han decided -for whatever reason Jack couldn’t fathom- to do something like this for him was such a sweet and meaningful gesture that Jack found himself falling in love harder with the demon, feeling his heart swollen when Han smiled at him.

“Yer cryin’.”

“I’m not.” He replied quickly, even if he did notice his vision going blurry for the unshed tears of happiness. “I’m just… Happy. I love it Han, for real… I love you.”

Han hugged him and Jack breathed slowly to calm himself, smiling against his chest and letting Han’s shirt dry his eyes. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you. What you say if we dinner, eat cake and then hit the tub with champagne and those chocolates?” Han nodded at him, suggesting him to put some petals in the water too and Jack hated the man a bit more for making him fall for him even more.

“We have a plan then. Come, I’m really hungry. When did you learn to make chocolate anyways?” Han smiled.

“Youtube.”

Clay “Hannibal” Bailey

Hannibal is name that everybody that were well versed in magic, and the ones that belong to Heylin, knew by heart. And feared by nature. Only very, very few people knew the human name he used to have... Jack was one of those few ones, of course.

It had been him, Hannibal, who started him in magic and the one who trained him to be the dragonlord he was nowadays. Therefore, Jack owe him too much. Although... Hannibal had also been the responsible for his own fall, by pushing his pupil to the point when he had to stab him in the back. Quite literally.

The Heylin demon was more a beast than a man; terrifyingly powerful, without any real motivation, without wishes long-term... He's a man that only wants to see chaos and death destroy everything and for Jack, that wishes to rule and keep the  statu quo  in order to archive it, that was something he couldn't tolerate.

And then, of course, there was the fact that Jack never actually stopped having feelings for the man. Could be because was a constant source of knowledge and power that was always close to reach to, or maybe because was his first same-sex lover, or just because got used to be close to him and to deal with him but, even when they technically were enemies for a short time, Jack felt his knees got weak when Hannibal gave him the first sharp, crazy smile when they meet again.

Or maybe was just his type, couldn't be completely sure, but didn't took him long to realize he wanted a more intimate relationship with his time-ago-master.

It was no easy, of course. Jack knew very well that even if was weakened by his time in the Ying Yang World, Hannibal had the power and experience in combat to fight him and this tine, Jack wouldn't have the surprise element on his side. And Hannibal... Well, Jack couldn't know what he was thinking exactly. Never could, to be honest.

Was so hard to be relaxed while being with the other, for both of them, but like always Hannibal was the first one that  got used to it, which allowed the situation to relax in a natural, nice way.

As they both adapted to the other, Jack ended realizing that what failed in their past relationship could have been his own lack of maturity, and his inability to read the subtle. Because now (even if still was almost impossible to read Hannibal), there were those moments were he could see clearly that the demon was as comfortable as himself with their relationship.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

         Jack takes his breakfast to bed. Hannibal wakes up at the smell && eats all the food. Jack wines && Hannibal falls asleep again.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

         If by  “suggest”  you mean they “seduce the other to have sex before leaving the bed” then both. 

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

         Hannibal sets the exampleat doing that himself. Jack stares at him, rolls his eyes, wines about it and finally goes with him.

Who chooses the movies:

         Megan. Probably.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

         Both, if  “kissing”  means  “touching the other blatantly”

Who orders lunch:

         Sometimes Hannibal appears meat from nowhere && since Jack finds disgusting eating raw meat, he orders lunch.   

         Other times Hannibal goes hunting && Jack doesn’t have the heart to throw away the animal that he brought home so proudly so, he cooks that.    

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

         Hannibal. 

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

         Hannibal.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

         Both.          Hannibal just by existing  &&  Jack being a seductive whore.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

         Jack. And Megan.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

         Jack, pretending he doesn’t care  &&  then staring at his phone when Hannibal isn’t home. 

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

         Hannibal. Laughing in  “a such horrible way”  that makes Jack wants to punch him in the face. And have rough sex right there. 

Who cooks dinner:

         Jack. He’s not letting Hannibal touch his beautiful kitchen. 

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

         Jack’s servants. Who would clean by itself if you have someone else to do it for you?

Who stays up until 2 reading:

         Jack tries to, but he’s suddenly attacked and dragged away from whatever he’s doing to have sex, that leaves them too tired to stay awake after that. 

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

         Both. Wondering how is that they’re still together.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

Searching in his library a evening he found something he didn’t remembered to have; a small box sealed with magic, covered by a book titled “The Corsair”. When Jack saw the title, memory got back  to him and at open it he knew what he was going to find there: A vial with blood. Taking it in his hand the redhead remembered how he obtained it.

In his last fight with Hannibal, when he was seconds to sending him away the blonde, crazy-demon marked his face with his now characteristical scar, Jack was wounded and tired but he manage to hurt him too. He keep the blood as a souvenir from his victory but not many years later his trophy became a heavy box of memories and regrets, and that were the reason why he left it there, hide behind a book he never opened.

Jack had loved him? Yes. He loved him maybe too much. At least enough to allow himself to dream with a better future, but things never came out as he expected and now…

Hannibal was out of the ying yang world again and Jack was afraid. Not because he would want revenge, he was scare of himself. Because Jack knew that, with a little of persistence of that demon and he would ends up falling again.

Because he still loved him, even after all these years.