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Sinric lead Hannibal out of a doorway and into the warm light of spring afternoon. He cranes to look up, following the line of the wall and the buildings. "We're in the right place. The bath should be just through there."

He points to a alley that leads out the road and the grand entrance to the bath houses. "It is small by some standards. Only large enough for thirty or forty people. Many of the greater baths have closed for the cost to keep them is very high and many wealthy households have smaller bathes of their own."

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[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal strokes the tip of one of Sinric's breasts.

"I like you naked, body and soul," he says. "You are lovely to behold, in both ways."

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He moans softly, arching into the touch. "I like the way I look in your eyes. I wish I saw that in the mirror."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am a mirror in which you see your potential, rather than your weaknesses," Hannibal says as he continues toying with that nipple. "I like that. It's what I ought to be."

[thewidewideworld]

His nipple harden swiftly to the attention, even more sensitive now after his peek. "You have seen me in my darkest times and at my most naked." Sinric whispers in quiet wonder and mounting pleasure. "Many men would use that to their advantage, to take power over me. But you have offered me nothing but kindness and support. You are a rare man, Hannibal."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's finger circles the areole, larger than a man's and so receptive.

"Power over you would be a waste," he says. "I'd much rather have you come to me on your own, as you do."

[thewidewideworld]

"And very gladly so." Sinric purrs, eyes heavy. "For who else could play me like a fine instrument. To touch me just so to make my body sing so soon after I have fallen."

[cook_the_rude]

"It's not that hard," Hannibal murmurs. "It's just that many others don't properly pay attention."

His finger keeps circling.

[thewidewideworld]

"It's just not the side of me they wanted or needed. They haven't seen me as you have."

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course, you wouldn't want just anybody to see you wholly," Hannibal muses. "Nobody does."

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Sinric chuckles, stroking Hannibal's cheek. "And you are by no means just anybody."

[cook_the_rude]

"I hope so," Hannibalmsays, smiling.

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"Anyone with eyes can see that. You are... singular. Utterly unique." He leans up to kiss Hannibal deeply. "And fascinating to me."

[cook_the_rude]

"As you are to me," Hannibal says, after returning the kiss just as deeply. "And I can see us keeping on fascinating each other for quite a while yet."

[thewidewideworld]

"I live in hope that I will remain of interest to you. At the very least I can bring you to see the wonders of my world as often as possible." And the wonders of the far east as I discover them."

[cook_the_rude]

"The wonders of your world," Hannibal says, "pale beside the wonder that is you -- bit I am still sincerely grateful and happy to see them. We should never lose our ability for amazement."

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A slightly slurred voice cuts in from the doorway. "Hurry up, old man." The youth who leered in the antechamber as they came in, leers at them now, a jug of wine in his hand. "There are people waiting to fuck this pretty whore of yours."

Sinric stiffens, caught between fear and outrage.

[cook_the_rude]

"Wrong door," Hannibal answers. "I'm not for sale."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric dissolves into a fit of giggles as the youth's friend haul him away, burying his face in Hannibal's neck. From the knife edge of indignation and fear, he loses himself in manic laughter he just can't seem to stop.

[cook_the_rude]

"You wouldn't have sold me, would you?" Hannibal says, sounding and looking completely calm and innocent.

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Sinric covers his mouth, still bubbling over giggles. "Never! He could never have afforded you, sir. You're too fine for the likes of him."

[cook_the_rude]

"Not a good business deal he was offering, then," Hannibal says, now barely able to keep the laughter out of his voice, either. "Sensible of you to decline."

He leans in to kiss Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh, not a good deal at all." Sinric still giggles, returning the kiss gladly. The pleasure they shared and the really good laugh lifts his spirits considerably and Sinric all but glows with joy. "Besides, you are here as my guest. Why should I want to share you, even if he had offered me a good deal for your pleasures?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Some people aren't civilised enough," Hannibal,says, still barely containing his mirth, "to distinguish between the pleasures shares as widely as possible, and those better kept to oneself and one's carefully chosen guest."

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"Sadly true." Sinric muses, his voice still warm with laughter. "But some people aren't civilised enough to distinguish between pleasure and a warm hole. Or good wine from goat water."

[cook_the_rude]

"Alas, the rude will never die out," Hannibal says. "Let us ignore them, this time. Where we're we? Right, being close in post-coital afterglow."

He settles against Sinric again.