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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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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."

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"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."

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"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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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Sinric gives himself over to it, welcoming the kiss. He runs his hands through Hannibal's hair. "On the altar?"

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"Hmmm," Hannibal agrees, "just like the vision. Apollo will love us for it."

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Sinric laughs and kisses him again before getting up. He sheds his hose and perches on the altar. He grins at Hannibal and slides a hand up his thigh, ruffling up the skirt of his tunic.

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Hannibal stands, and slowly stalks towards him, his hand nestling at the clothes by his crotch as he does so.

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Sinric smiles and holds hand out to Hannibal, drawing him into a kiss. "Will you kneel before me?" He ask, his voice thick with desire.

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Hannibal holds his eyes for a moment after the kiss, then wordlessly drops to his knees.

Sinric has come so far.

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Sinric hums approvingly, stroking Hannibal's hair. "My lovely monster." He purrs, tilting his hips forward. "Let our pleasure be a tribute to Apollo."

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Hannibal pushes up Sinric's tunic, and inhales deeply.

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Sinric smells of desire and Milliways soap and that particular scent that is his own.

One hand resting in Hannibal's hair, he leans back, arching his body. The thought and sight of Hannibal in his knees, ready to worship at this most pagan altar is enough to make his little snail stir and swell.