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cometrymykaijuparts asked: He didn't think he'd felt this hesitant since he was a teenager. It had been /way/ too long since he'd last been able to see Seamus - so long that he wasn't sure what the redhead's reaction would be to seeing him. Still, he had at least enough balls to follow through, so he approached with his hands in his pockets. "... Hey, kid."

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Seamus jumped nearly a foot when Hannibal spoke, having not seen him approach. He was unhealthily thin, shadows in his eyes and hair oily and disheveled. The visible skin that nearly hung off him was marked with surgical scars, but he managed a small smile at Hannibal all the same. It shook though, eyes somewhere on his shoulder and clearly nervous of what Hannibal would think of him.
“Hey Hannibal. How you been?”

After a moment of hesitation, Hannibal leaned over to press another light kiss to Seamus’s cheek. “Then I’ll get it taken care of tonight.”

He tested the water with one hand, and, finding it was warm enough, plugged up the drain to start filling the bathtub.
"…Bath’s almost ready, babe."

He twitched with the kiss, but didn’t pull away.
"O-Okay."
He carefully set to pulling off his skirt and panties, feeling exposed and embarrassed as his abused body was revealed, some less than pleasant sharpie scribblings still visible on his flesh despite attempts to remove them. He hadn’t felt this ashamed of his body since he was a child.

He saw the twitch, and muttered a quick apology.
Hannibal watched, but not with any sexual intent, more like he was just observing. Though, his jaw did clench when he saw the words in dark, half-faded sharpie all over the redhead’s skin.
Gaze returning to Seamus’s face, Hannibal asked, “D’you want any help with bathing or you wanna handle it yourself?” It was the only reason he’d stripped down like this—though he wasn’t sure if that’d affect the other’s decision, so he didn’t say it aloud.

Seamus bit his lip nervously. In all honesty he wanted nothing more than to curl up in Hannibal’s lap and let the beast of a man protect him from harm, but those were his primal instincts and he knew it. His body registered Hannibal as /Alpha/. As safe. And the more human part of him was wary and calculating. He wouldn’t be able to clean himself fully without help and Hannibal had yet to do anything without good intention.
Finally he let out a soft whimper and took a few slow steps forward.
"Help me?"

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secret-police-officer-ben asked:

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"Ben? Ben it’s two am what…?"

Seamus shattered his face with kisses, continuing to mumble his agreement into his skin gleefully.

Ben slipped the ring on Seamus finger before slowly picking them both off the ground and carrying them back to the bedroom. “Told you it be a good surprise.” 

"Mnnh very good yes."
He yawned into his neck.
"But why so early?"

"I don’t know felt right."

"Mmm..Y’weird."

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secret-police-officer-ben asked: "Seamus..."

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"Ben!"
He scrambled to his feet, turning to his beloved and nearly tackling him to the ground, though he didn’t have enough weight to actually do so anymore.

He hesitated for a second but soon obeyed, scrambling for where Ben always kept the keys and undoing the cuffs, pulling back a little out of fear.

Ben reached back, grasping the metal bar that was sticking out his back and yanking it out letting it fall the the floor with a loud clank before resting against the couch, breathing heavily.

The clank had him flinching and pulling back a little more, watching him with wary eyes to see what he’d do next.

Ben didn’t move for a long while body more human now. “…I need a shower.”

The more human he looked, the greater amount of guilt he felt. Was this actually his Ben?
"Okay…"
Taking the opportunity to flee, he scurried to turn on the water and heat it up.

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Golden Cage

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He flushed almost clear down to the little bump, petting his hair like he still couldn’t quite believe he was there, tightening now and again like if he didn’t, he would disappear like the mist of a dream.

"I intend to be."

Adrian soon rose up to kiss him again, happy to have him in his arms again. "I’m glad to be back" he said now kissing his forehead and holding him again. “Is there anything I can do for you?”


He burrowed into his hold, breakfast forgotten as he clung desperately to him.
"I…Just don’t let go of me."