Hannibal bristled about the glare he had received. He was about to tell Sherlock off when he watched his Omega walk away. That would be dealt with later. For now he had to keep up appearances.
He smiled at Ketch and thanked him for the wine as he swirled it before taking a sip. “You are a very forward man, Mr. Ketch. I must say that I like your style. But why, I must ask, have you chosen me? Is it a mere willingness?”
Sherlock munched on the strawberries, eating more of the Nutella then anything else. He kept nudging the edges of his mind palace. Being away from Hannibal seemed to be helping him.
What was I supposed to remember? He asked himself. Then he found it. All of his memories of Hannibal. He became terrified. What had he done? He had let the alpha back into his life. What was he supposed to do?
Sipping on his wine, Ketch kicked off his shoes and his suit jacket, reclining in the shade.
“Well, Cas is attractive but he’s stuck on Dean and wouldn’t do this. Sam is likewise stuck on Christine. And I have to say, all the Alphas here are very sexy.” He smiled.
“You were the first I propositioned, at the time I didn’t know that you were attached and your mate wasn’t around. Figured if you shot me down I could always go to a bar, if none of the Omegas were interested in a casual fling.” He shrugged, “Again, not looking at getting mated not sure about the others here.”
“So...” he took another sip of his wine, “Why don’t we get comfortable and see where this goes?”
Ketch unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, laying it down on top of his jacket. Picking up a couple of water bottles, he walked over to Sherlock and started smelling something sweet. FUCK. Sherlock was going into heat.
“Here. Take, these sweetheart.” He handed the bottles to him, lowering his voice to a whisper, “And get back inside, lock your door, you’re in heat.” turning quickly and walking away.
“Massage? Or fellatio? Your choice Hannibal. I’m quite skilled with both.”
