Motivation - H/F - Part 12

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Hannibal opened his eyes to a pitch black bedroom and instantly knew he was alone in the bed. He sat upright, biting back the panic, and noticed the thin strip of light from under the bathroom door at the same second that he heard the flush sound. He sighed in relief as the door opened and a very naked Face was silhouetted in the doorway.

 

“Oh, sorry boss,” he whispered, flicking the light off and stumbling across the pitch black room, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

 

“It’s okay,” Hannibal replied, shifting back to make room for him in the bed and lifting up the duvet, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

 

Face sniggered as he slid in, his chilled skin pressing up against Hannibal, loving all that warmth. “Not as young as you used to be eh, boss?”

 

Hannibal smacked his arse playfully and let him snuggle in, surprised beyond all measure just how easy and natural all this was, “I think you’ll find you’ve been asleep as well you cheeky whelp,” he muttered in reply.

 

“Yeah,” Face’s voice was suddenly strained, “Busy night last night...”

 

Hannibal fell silent and looked at the clock, 3.00am. Almost twenty four hours to the minute since Tag took Face off to hospital after Hannibal had found... Well, Hannibal really didn’t want to go there again right now, but it was important that they talk about what Face had said in his interview.

 

He took a deep breath, prepared himself to ask that awkward question, but Face beat him to it, “I was scared,” he whispered, his head tucked under Hannibal’s chin, one strong arm around him, his breath ghosting over Hannibal’s chest.

 

“What?”

 

“You were going to ask me why I lied to Tag, and I’m telling you, I was scared.”

 

Hannibal thought about this, letting his hand drift up and down Face’s back, “Of what?” he eventually asked.

 

It was almost as if Face had just been waiting for him to ask that question, wanting to get this entire load off his chest. He instantly shook Hannibal’s arm off his shoulders and propped himself up on his elbow, one hand splayed across Hannibal’s chest, eyes intense, “Of what I did, boss!” he hissed.

 

Frowning, Hannibal looked at him, one hand idly brushing his hair back off his forehead, “What did you do, kid?” he murmured, “You did nothing more than defend yourself.”

 

Face sighed and flopped back down, head back on Hannibal’s chest, “I don't know what I did, not really...” Hannibal stroked his back again, just waiting, knowing he’d get to it in his own time. “It was like I wasn’t even there, Hannibal. It was like I was just watching. It was the same when I fought Tosh earlier, like there was this whole other person in me that just wanted to kill them, and I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him.”

 

Hannibal took a deep breath, his heart breaking, “You were attacked. You were defending yourself. No one will blame you for what happened, kid. No one. It’s not your fault, none of it.”

 

Letting out a long sigh, Face unconsciously pulled himself closer in to Hannibal’s side, “But I lost control, boss...” he whispered, “What if that happens on a mission? Someone could get hurt. I almost killed them both last night.”

 

“But you didn’t! Right?” Face didn’t reply. Hannibal’s fingers slid under his face, lifting him up so that they were eye to eye again, “How many missions have you done, Face?” Face shrugged at him, “And how many of those have you lost control in?”

 

“None. Yet...”

 

Hannibal leant in a kissed the end of his nose, “None. Period...” he muttered. “Look, kid, yesterday was not a normal day. This week has not been a normal week. Dougie and Tosh pushed you right to the end of your rope, and then Dougie went and pushed you even further. You weren’t expecting it, he wasn’t the enemy, you thought he was your friend,” Face flushed red, “Your control might have slipped a little, but you didn’t kill either of them. You stopped, Face. When it came down to it, you stopped.”

 

Face looked at him for a long minute and then dropped his cheek back down to his chest, thinking things over. “I suppose so,” he eventually muttered.

 

“But you need to tell Tag the truth,” Hannibal reminded him after a few minute’s silence, “At the minute he just knows that you hit Dougie but has no idea why, you need to get in the correct version of events before Dougie has time to start spreading the lies.”

 

Face’s head was up in a second, “You think he’d do that?” he whispered.

 

Hannibal sighed and pulled him in again, “There is no telling what that man will do,” he muttered, “Which is why you have to talk to Tag again, set the record straight. First thing, yeah?” He felt Face’s nod against his chest, “Okay, now go to sleep, first thing we see Tag.”

 

Hannibal wrapped both his arms around Face, pulling him in as close as he could and closed his eyes, knowing they both had a lot of sleep to catch up on. He was just drifting off when Face’s voice startled him awake again. “Boss?”

 

“Hmmmm?”

 

“Before, you know, when we,” he coughed nervously, “made love...”

 

Hannibal smiled in the dark at his awkwardness, “Yeah?”

 

“Well,” Face squirmed against him, “It was just, fucking awesome, you know. It really was. Just thought I’d let you know.”

 

Laughing, Hannibal dropped a kiss on top of his head, “You, are fucking awesome,” he replied suddenly not so tired, “And if it was that good, maybe we should have a little rerun?”

 

Again Face’s head shot up, “Rerun?” he whispered, “Now?”

 

Hannibal shrugged, “If you feel like it, that is.”

 

“Feel like it?” Hannibal could feel a hot erection pushed against his hip, “Is that enough of an answer for you?”

 

Hannibal laughed, turning so that his erection lay flush alongside Face’s, “Oh, yeah, kid,” he whispered, “That’s just the answer I needed.”

 

Warm hands reached out for him in the dark and pulled his head down until he could feel Face’s warm breath on his lips, “Okay, you’re on then,” he whispered into his boss’ mouth, “And just you wait and see how much I have already learned...”

 

Hannibal just moaned as Face finally claimed his mouth.

 

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Hannibal poured another cup of coffee and started buttering a piece of toast, wondering how far Face had decided to run this morning and how long he would be. The restaurant was emptying now, people moving onto the first activity of the day and Hannibal knew that’s exactly why Face had decided on his early morning run.

 

He had had endured his own fair share of stares and whispers while he sat alone and ate his breakfast with the morning paper. Rumours spread fast in a place like this, the ambulance, the MPs, Tosh’s departure had all been seen and digested, and were now being debated and twisted over croissants and coffee. It didn’t bother Hannibal in the slightest, no one was stupid enough to say anything within his ear shot, but Face... no, he knew the kid couldn’t cope with that this morning, which is why he didn’t object to him going for a run when he would have much rather kept him close at hand.

 

It was a temporary problem though. Hannibal was still packed up, and it wouldn’t take Face long to get sorted. As soon as they were done with breakfast, Hannibal was checking them out. He knew that Tag had asked Face to stay put, but he would talk to the Captain. There were plenty of other hotels in town, it would be fine for them to stay somewhere else while still being close at hand in case Face was needed. There was no way he was going to subject Face to staying in this hotel and being the butt of whispers and stares for the rest of the week.

 

Now almost everyone from their course had moved out and so he was expecting Face at any second; he had a feeling that the kid was keeping a pretty close eye on what was going on, waiting for the coast to clear before he came down. Suddenly Hannibal’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he fished it out, leaning back in his seat and making sure that no one was within listening distance.

 

“Hey, Tag, how’s things?”

 

“Boss, yeah, good. Listen, Lt. Peck with you?” 

 

Hannibal frowned, “Not right now, he’s running. Why?”

 

“Well, I think he may well be off the hook.”

 

Hope soaring in his chest, Hannibal leant forward again, “Why? You spoke to MacArthur?” He couldn’t believe for one minute that Dougie would admit to what he had actually done, but how else would Face be off the hook?

 

“Yeah. He didn’t say anything though, said he couldn’t remember anything.”

 

This was puzzling. “So what’s changed?”

 

“Well, just between us, boss, he’s done a disappearing act.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Yeah,” Tag sounded tired, “Got a call about 3.00am from the hospital, he’d taken off, snuck out when no one was around. Doesn’t look good does it? Makes him look like he’s got something to hide.”

 

Running his hand through his hair Hannibal let out a long sigh, “It does, Tag, yeah. But anyway, I spoke to Face and he wants to talk to you again. Wants to tell the whole story this time.”

 

Tag noticeably brightened, “Good! Might make sorting out this shit a bit easier. You bringing him down?”

 

“Sure,” Hannibal glanced back at the empty doorway, “I’m expecting him back any second, we’ll come straight over.”

 

“Excellent, boss, well done. Phone me when you set off and I’ll come down and meet you.”

 

Hannibal nodded even though he knew that Tag couldn’t see him, “Okay, be about an hour. See you Tag.” He hung up and let out a long breath of air. Maybe they were closer to a way out of this mess than he thought.

 

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Dougie stood on the deck of his lake house gripping his coffee mug tightly in his hand and stewing, silently, in anger. There were so many things he was angry about he hardly knew where to start, but top of his list, right at the very, very top was the fact that Face had got the upper hand on him.

 

It had all been going so much to plan. He’d hoped that Face would have been a little more cooperative at first, it would have been nice to have had him voluntarily in his bed the first time of asking. But that initial refusal hadn’t been too disappointing, in fact it had been quite exciting, there was nothing like a bit of fight to make the eventual victory all the sweeter.

 

So Dougie had resorted to force. He hadn’t expected much resistance from Face, sure the boy was good with his fists, Dougie knew that, had spent all day watching him, but he was beaten up, tired, exhausted really, he’d almost been knocked out at least once. Dougie hadn’t expected the fight he had eventually had. That was the second thing that had gone wrong, and as soon as it looked as though Face might be getting the upper hand, Dougie slid seamlessly into Plan C.  

 

Managing to pin Face to the floor for just a brief second, Dougie hissed into his ear his plan for Hannibal. How he could destroy his career with just the right words spoken to just the right people. Who wanted a homosexual Colonel in the US Army? Dougie smiled to himself as he remembered Face’s fury; but the boy had known damn well he was beaten...

 

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“You bastard!” Face hissed, his eyes like blue ice as they bored into Dougie, “I thought he was your friend!” 

 

Dougie laughed, lifting his weight from Face as he realised the lieutenant had stopped fighting back, “Friends are dangerous, Face, you should remember that.” He rose onto his knees, towering above Face who lay on the carpet below him, bare chest heaving with exertion, skin glistening with oil and sweat and felt his half hard cock swell in response. He reached out a finger and stroked down Face’s cheek, “You are mine,” he whispered, lust dripping from every syllable, “Mine to fuck. Mine to play with. Whenever I want, however I want. You forget that for just one second, and your precious Hannibal will pay with his career. Ten times over. You got that?”

 

The hatred shone from Face’s eyes but his lips remained sealed.

 

Dougie shook his head sadly, “Not a good start, Face, let’s try again. Remember what’s at stake here. You understand your position?”

 

Face nodded tightly.

 

“Sorry?” Dougie smiled, “I didn’t hear you.”

 

“Yes,” the word was hissed through almost frozen lips.

 

“You forgotten my rank, there son?” Dougie was loving every minute of this. This was what made all the running and planning and chasing worthwhile; his cock was now throbbing in his pants. 

 

“Yes, sir,” Face responded, murderous rage emanating from every pore.

 

“Good!” Dougie had replied, suddenly yanking down his own jeans and boxers and leaning forward, “Prove it then boy. Suck. My. Cock.”

 

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For one glorious minute, Dougie had expected Face to say no, but he hadn’t, he acquiesced, like they all did eventually. Dougie had been pleased, of course he had, but it would have been good to have had to fight a little harder. Maybe it wouldn’t be that hard at all to get Face just where he wanted him.

 

The blow job had been fine, obviously the first one the boy had ever done and not technically superb, but the fear on his face had more than made up for that. Dougie felt himself grow hard again just thinking about it. But technique could be taught, Tosh had not been that good when he first started, but by the time Dougie had trained him in, damn he was spectacular. Dougie had hoped, before the evening went pear shaped on him, that maybe he would watch while Tosh taught Face the finer points in the act of the blow job. Perhaps that could still happen, but due to Face’s ridiculous over reaction, things were looking less likely...

 

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Dougie wiped his wet, limp cock on the duvet cover and smirked down at Face. He was still laid on his back, breathing heavily, both hands over his face and Dougie knew he was trying to hide the tears that he hadn’t been able to hold back. The knowledge started to stir his spent cock back into life and he took hold of the waistband of Face’s shorts, yanking roughly down, Face’s hands flying down to stop him, wet eyes wide in shock.

 

“Ah, ah, ah!” Dougie warned, “Don't make you remind me of our deal, boy.”

 

They stared at each other for long seconds before Face let go, his hands flopping to the floor at his sides.

 

“Well done,” Dougie whispered, tugging the shorts off, pulling them right down until Face was naked before him; his eyes raked over all that skin as Face just stared blankly at him, the sick leer on Dougie’s features enough to make his stomach churn.

 

“Okay,” Dougie said eventually, “You know what’s going to happen now don’t you?” Face just stared at him, “I’m going to fuck you, yes?” Still no response and Dougie laughed, “Oh, lieutenant,” the sick leer was still there, “You are determined to make this hard on yourself aren’t you?”

 

Still Face didn’t answer, so Dougie slapped him smartly across the thigh, “Okay, games over,” he got to his feet, “I want you bent over that desk, right there, just waiting for me.”

 

Face didn’t move and Dougie raised an eyebrow at him, “You want me to tell Hannibal how you sucked my cock?” he taunted and Face closed his eyes, hands rubbing over his mouth, trying to take away that taste, those memories before he slowly dragged himself to his feet.      

 

“Good boy,” Dougie whispered waiting until Face had bent over the desk, his face buried in his forearms before he stripped down to his underwear and crept over, one hand running across the curve of Face’s ass. “Oh, look at you,” he whispered, “all desperate for me...” Face heard a strange buzzing start up in his head, “I know John would have loved to be the one who split you open for the first time,” Dougie didn’t notice the way Face tensed at that, “But it gets to be me,” the smirk was obvious in his voice, “always me, because you are mine.”

 

And it was at that point that Face just exploded.

 

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Dougie frowned as he tried to remember what had happened at that point. It was actually very hard to piece together. One minute Face had been there, waiting for him, all obedient and subservient, and the next he was like a spitting demon, the ferocity of his attack staggering Dougie out of a proper response. He remembered falling, must have cracked his head on something, and then the next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital.

 

He’d laid awake for almost two hours, before anyone came to see him and he was convinced that Face would have cried sexual assault; he would have had to to protect himself from a charge of assaulting a senior officer. But when Capt. Taggart eventually turned up, sexual violence wasn’t mentioned at all. It seemed, from what Dougie could work out, that Face had kept his mouth shut. Well, that had been an unexpected, but very welcome turn of events, and Dougie set about instantly working out how he could turn that to his advantage.

 

In the end, he came to the conclusion that he needed to get to Face, needed to make sure that the boy understood the situation. Needed to make sure that his mouth stayed shut, and to do that, he needed to get out of the hospital. So he’d waited until all was quiet and then simply disappeared, put his hastily constructed plan into action and found himself back here, drinking coffee on his deck, still with a splitting headache, but much more important things on his mind.

 

Draining his cup, he turned back to the house and stopped in the entrance to the bedroom. He’d had many memorable times in here. Not Tosh, no, that had been in a store cupboard back at base. He’d known the boy was headstrong, known that he needed to break him before he managed to get his feet too far under the table, so time had been of the essence. The store cupboard had been there and it had worked, he could still smell the vague perfume of the disinfectant stored in there as remembered pounding Tosh against the wall, blood running down his legs...

 

But Hannibal’s first time had been in this room, in this very bed. Dougie smiled ruefully. Hannibal had not been his first, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he had been his last – his last friend that was. After that and the way it had ended, the way that Hannibal had come so close to ruining it all for him, had warned him off people of the same rank. Oh, no, after that it was subordinates all the way. He needed the power of his superior rank to make sure that he could keep them just where he wanted them. The last thing he needed was the possibility of a scandal, just like this situation really, so he was pleased he’d managed to act so quickly to sort it out.

 

He wandered across the room to the side of the bed and smirked as the thought that this had been the place that the young John Smith first had his taste of a cock up his arse. Quite ironic really. He bent down and his smirk grew even wider as he looked into two, angry blue eyes, “Hello, Face,” he remarked, feeling that very welcome swelling in his shorts start up once more.

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