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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric tumbles through a door. Not his own nor Hannibal's but near and open. He pulls Hannibal with him, pushing the door closed without a backwards glance. The room is dark and richly furnished, finished in oxblood and gilt. All of which Sinric ignores as he pulls at Hannibal's clothes, eager for skin between passionate kisses.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric catches a drop of bright blood as it beads just below Hannibal's nipple. "It is you who brings it out in me. You, who knows me so well and can inflame my passions to heights I didn't were in me."

He gives Hannibal a half smile and kisses him. "There was a time I would fear that but I've come to relish and appreciate it deeply."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am glad that I helped you learn to fear less," Hannibal says, returning the kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

"Fear less." He nods, touching his blooded finger to his tongue. "And desire more."

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes," Hannibal says. "That, too."

He watches Sinric licking that blood, softly biting his own lip as he does so.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric watches his expression with curiosity, not shrinking from the hunger in it. He looks down to see the smears on his own breast. He wipes at one with his damn finger before offering it to Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal licks it, and smiles.

[thewidewideworld]

"There's something in your eyes, Hannibal." Sinric rubs his thumb slowly over Hannibal's lips, leaning in to replace it with a kiss. "Something powerful, compelling." He flexes, Hannibal still inside him.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles, and kisses him again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and strokes a hand through Hannibal's hair. "Would you wash with me?"

[cook_the_rude]

"A bath, perhaps?" Hannibal suggsts.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'd like that." He stands with care, grimacing a little at the sensation of Hannibal slipping from him. He stands, his knees still shaky and weak.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal looks around as if for the first time.

"If this room stays true to style," he says, "it will have a large claw-footed bathtub, black and white tiles, and faucets shaped like dolphins' heads. And the toilet seat will be black."

[thewidewideworld]

"You know these room?" He asks curiously, offering Hannibal his hand up.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal stands, and stretches. "No," he says. "But this kind of style."

[thewidewideworld]

"Does it have a name, this style?" He pads towards the bathroom, which is exactly as Hannibal described it. Dolphin taps and all. He rests his knee on the edge of the bath to run the water, his long lean back elegant in the bathroom's soft light.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal stands in the doorway, watching him. "Victorian," he says. "Or rather, historism."

[thewidewideworld]

"Historism. What an odd word." He glances over his shoulder, smiling to Hannibal. "What does it mean?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Historical elements used purely decoratively," Hannibal says. "Revivals of any kind. Lots of 'neo' styles thrown in together -- Neo-Gothic churches, Neo-Baroque office buildings, Neo-Renaissance factories."

[thewidewideworld]

"Ah. And this," He gestures around the room, "has elements of this Victorian age?"

[cook_the_rude]

"It looks like a somewhat Victorian bathroom, put together from known historical elements as if the architect had been a blind magpie; however, the result is soothing and traditional to the eye."

[thewidewideworld]

"I wonder if the bar choose it for us, or if it was just the first one empty." He turns off the tap and swirls the water. "Care to join me?"

[cook_the_rude]

"That was rather the point," Hannibal says. "Excuse the art history lesson."

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles and climbs in, with plenty of room enough for Hannibal to join him. "I rather enjoy the lessons. I may in my time, see more of the world than most, but there is so much outside my time I would enjoy very much to learn."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal joins him, stretching in the hot water. "There are infinite amounts of things you can learn about," Hannibal says. "Or that I can learn; there are huge areas I don't even know that I don't know about."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shifts to settle comfortably between Hannibal's thighs, his narrow back resting against Hannibal's chest. "Then we can find them and learn together." He smiles, reaching back to stroke Hannibal's hair.