Sexual desire. It’s not something that Hannibal has felt strongly since his youth though there is no denying that he is a man, quite sexual in nature. All humans were this way but perhaps Hannibal was more sensual than most of them. Everything was about touch, taste, desire --- carnal pleasures. He was, after all, a carnivore. In light of his peculiar sort of relationship with Lionheart, Hannibal felt an increasing amount of sex drive. Though he wouldn’t admit to it, it caught him off guard. It wasn’t because Lionheart was also male, that was trivial to him, but it was more because Hannibal actually sought physical gratification in the form of sexual pleasure which was something nearly foreign to him. Sure, the other things he did gave him a sort of pleasure that was semi-sexual, but it had nothing to do with the actual act of sex --- i.e. cooking, music, art, physical violence. Sexual gratification was never something he had felt in a pure form without some other ulterior motive --- and he was coming to the conclusion that he felt this way because he loved Lionheart. Perhaps he didn’t love him in the typical romance novel sort of way, but it was as much of love as he was capable of feeling. He wasn’t using Lionheart, he didn’t plan on eating him any time soon either. These were all things he would often dwell upon as his eyes carefully traced over his lover’s soft neck.
There was, he supposed, another aspect to his love for Lionheart --- his love for human anatomy. Everything about Lionheart’s body Hannibal found mesmerizing, especially the slope of his neck down to his clavicle and the center of his chest. One of these days, he swore he would rip out the blond male’s throat with his teeth in some lapse of control.
How he would love to sink his teeth in.
At the present moment, however, it was bad timing. Hannibal stood before Lionheart wearing a clear rubber body suit to protect his clothing from blood spatter. There wasn’t any blood on him now, but the unconscious woman laying on the floor gave away the purpose for the rubber suit. The woman, Joyce Lucero, was dead. Cause of death was strangulation. It was clear this act wasn’t personal. She had been Hannibal’s patient for quite some time, and he didn’t harbor her any ill will, but this was a sort of mercy killing. In his mind, he was putting her out of her suffering because he didn’t believe that there was any possibility for her to recover from her mental conditions. That combined with the fact that she would have delicious, lean, healthy meat. She had always told him about her healthy, all organic, vegan, diet and her strict cardio workout routine. Irresistible. Aside from psychologically, she was in perfect physical health --- she didn’t smoke, drink, or take any medication.
Though Hannibal was exposing his other side to Lionheart, he felt no apprehension or anything aside from hunger, and perhaps a bit of lust. His face remained mostly expressionless aside from a glint of mischief in his dark colored eyes and he behaved rather nonchalant about the whole situation. Hannibal wasn’t really worried about Lionheart running to tell the police, or even choosing to step away from their relationship. If that was the case, of course Hannibal would regretfully have to kill Lionheart as well, but somehting told him that the male wouldn’t much care. Lionheart too had some dark, malicious, side to him and perhaps that was the reason for Hannibal’s interest in him to begin with.
‘ Care to help me with dinner, Love? ‘
