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Sinric comes down from his room, still dressed his furs and heavily embroiled tunic but looking fresh and scrubbed.

He smiles brightly to see Hannibal.

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[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal tilts into the touch like a petted panther.

"He has no reason to feel guilt over his desire," he says. "His vows were forced from him, and there is no intrinsic reason for him not to discard them lightly. Neither chastity nor poverty or obedience suit im in the least."

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"He lacks my healthy disregard for the teachings of the church. And suffers a prince's burden of duty. Something I will have time to help him cast off during our journey."

He says it with the confidence of seeing rather than the smugness of someone planning to tempt and seduce a priest.

[cook_the_rude]

"Open his inner eye, not only the outward one," Hannibal agrees, kissing him again.

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"Just so." Sinric leans into the kiss again, hands firmly anchored on the hard muscles of Hannibal's rear. There's something reassuringly powerful about the firmness of Hannibal's body.

[cook_the_rude]

"Any holy nook you'd particularly like re-paganised?" Hannibal whispers against Sinric's lips.

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Sinric laughs softly, lapping at the corner of Hannibal's lips. He flashes the image of himself sprawled out on the altar, this time with Hannibal on his knees between his spread thighs.

"But that would deconsecrate the church. And that would be rude." Sinric chuckles.

[cook_the_rude]

"I'm sure there's a chapel of some deservingly chaste saint?" Hannibal suggest.

Yes, deconsecrating the main church would be rather rude, if quite amusing.

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"I do believe there's a little chapel dedicated to Saint Equitius on the east wing."

But before they could consider moving, a voice can be heard calling out the name Oriens.

Sinric's face falls. "Alcuin."

[cook_the_rude]

"Well, let us meet him, then," Hannibal says, closing his eyes resignedly for a moment. "His is another great name to survive the ages."

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Sinric looks equally frustrated as he nods and straightens his tunic.

He nods and carefully shifts out from behind the stairs. "Master Alcuin." He plasters a smile into his face and steps towards Alcuin, turning him carefully to protect Hannibal from view.

"Oriens, my boy. Whatever have you been up to? You've been missed. As has the noble Tétartos."

Sinric glances over Alcuin's shoulder to Hannibal. "Tétartos was taken poorly. Doctor Lecter has been looking to him."

[cook_the_rude]

"I hope he rests more easily now," Hannibal says. "His eyes will need more care, regular bathing with medicine-soaked little sponges."

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Alcuin raises an eyebrow and bows to Hannibal. "Thank you for looking to him, il dottore. I don't believe we've met but I do recall seeing you at Mass last night."

[cook_the_rude]

"I came to the Abbey for the service, and it was good that I did so," Hannibal says.

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"Very good indeed. It would seem our Oriens has taken good care of you in turn." The elderly academic's eyes glitter almost mischievously.

[cook_the_rude]

"He has shown me all the most interesting corners," Hannibal says. "The history of this place is truly amazing."

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"I have no doubt he has." Alcuin smiles, patting Sinric's shoulder. "Carry on, dear boy. Good to meet you, Dr Lecter. Has Oriens shown you the medical library?"

[cook_the_rude]

"We are going to go there just now," Hannibal says, visibly and genuinely perking up.

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Sinric gives Alcuin a bow and tugs gently at Hannibal's hand, heading towards the library. Blushing warmly. Once they're out of earshot he laughs. "I'm glad Alcuin knows me so well."

[cook_the_rude]

"He seems to guess well what you like, too," Hannibal says, smiling down at Sinric.

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"He's known me since I was a child. He's a very open minded man." He tilts his head and smiles. "Would you like to see the library now or-" or disgrace a chapel?

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"Both," Hannibal says, smiling more widely than he usually ever does. "Both is good."

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"Chapel first. Than library. That way you can linger over the collection." He leads Hannibal towards the east wing, moving politely fast.

The chapel is small and thankfully untended at this time of day. Sinric presses the door closed behind them, pushed a pew across the door. "It won't stop someone from coming in, if they really want to but it might offer us some privacy."

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"They might, for one thing, realise they are not wanted in here," Hannibal says, sitting on the pew and holding his hand out to Sinric.

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Sinric takes his hand and moves to straddle Hannibal. "I can live with that." He kisses Hannibal, deep and slow.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal strokes Sinric's back and hips, pulling him closer while kissing him back greedily and wetly, his tongue demanding and his teeth a subtle presence.