kiss thingy (the little four diamond thing). cause fuck m e up (or better yet, fuck jack up)
jxckspxcer sent me a ❖ to kill kiss him
► Hannibal had been around far too long for things to surprise him anymore. In fact, one could say it was quite boring without the occasional misstep in one of his plans, or a bizarre happenstance that leaves the monster in an odd state of bewilderment.
So when this wretched little gnat decided to double cross him, it wasn’t just a sense of disappointment he felt. Oh, no-- he was very impressed.
He held the boy still, colossal hands holding his face tightly between their palms. The scruff on his chin scratched the side of Jack’s face, savoring the feeling of the boy quiver under his touch. He could smell the fear radiate off of him as he let his mouth brush against his ear.
“...Yer lucky I like you, Spicer.”
Jack began to whimper, Hannibal feeling him pull against his hold. Like was a strong word. There was nothing to like about the clown who wore too much make-up. His presence was merely tolerated, the child being used for nothing more than his own gain.
Although sometimes that tolerance was tested. And when it was, Hannibal knew something had to be done. Someone had to be punished.
And that someone just happened to be him.
Maneuvering himself, he entangled one hand in that fiery red hair, pulling it back so he had a perfect view of that ghost white neck. So plain, so boring. He bared his fangs. Perhaps it was time to add some color. Something to match his hair, his eyes.
He barely made contact when the boy began to scream. His tiny body beginning to writhe and thrash in a poor attempt to escape. But alas, he proved no match against the giant who had an arm wrapped around his waist. Hannibal’s mouth touched his throat, breath warm as he sunk his teeth deep into the thin layer of skin;
Not enough to kill, but more than enough to bleed.
The crimson liquid began to seep from the corners of his lips, Jack’s nails too short to break skin as he scratched at the monster’s face. He cried-- begged for him to release him, any sense of valor from his betrayal gone as the pain was far too much to bare. His yells were deafening; headache inducing. And for a moment, Hannibal had the urge to permanently silence him. To keep going. To bite harder. To lose control.
But as tempting as that sounded, he knew there was no gain in killing the boy. Not now while he still had some use in him. Besides, what was the fun with eating your food if you couldn’t play with it first? The creature forced his jaw apart, unclasping his teeth with a wet, suction-like sound. His lips remained against his skin, now more ghost like than before had that been possible. The freshly made wound twitched under his touch as he dragged his mouth up his throat, staining it red before giving his chin a soft kiss.
To say that Jack was in shock was an understatement, but again, Hannibal remained impressed that he didn’t just pass out. Cowed into a silence, the boy looked up at the behemoth towering over him, hands shaking as they pressed against the laceration in an attempt to stop it from gushing blood. The monster chuckled, nay, laughed as if this was just one big joke, eyes planted on the boy’s face as he saw the urge to lash out. But he didn’t. Another surprise of the child who had been so disobedient earlier.
And for Hannibal, that was enough.
For now, at least. Until Jack decided to forsake him again. He shook his head, a smirk ever so prominent on his blood stained lips as he warned;
“Test me again, boy, and I’ll make sure there is nothin’ left t’ that pretty lil’ throat a’ yers.”
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