Possession Part Three - Hannibal/Face

**Warning: some readers may find parts of this next section distressing **

As evening fell I was determined that I wasn’t going to get left behind again. If he was heading out to try and get laid, then I would be one step behind him all the way. No stupid wigs tonight either, if he spotted me, then all well and good; at least that would get this thing right out into the open.

 

Nine fifteen and from my table in the hotel bar I saw him leaving, jeans again but with a navy v-neck t-shirt this time, just fitted enough to hint at the muscle underneath. I gave him two minutes, and followed him out.

 

He only walked to the end of the block and ducked into Bar Q, a bar I was familiar with after my own trawl round the gay circuit last night. I headed straight in after him, knowing that there was a mezzanine floor that ran above the dance floor, perfect for observing without being observed. Unless, of course that had been his idea...

 

I was in luck, as soon as I’d got a drink I stationed myself in the corner, leaning over the galleried railing and started sifting through the roiling mass below. Just like the other bars I’d visited over the last two nights, this one had the same loud thumping beat, the same sharp smell and the same over reliance on the dry ice machine. It also had Face and there he was, beer bottle in hand, slowly trawling around the edge of the dance floor, keen eyes flicking around, searching for his next fuck... I felt something ridiculously close to a growl leave my chest.

 

Movement around Face caught my eye and I watched, heart in my mouth, as someone sidled up to him, checking him out, gaze lingering on his ass just a little longer than I was comfortable with. A little sigh of relief left my lips as I realised that this one would get nowhere. He was a little on the short side, obviously spent a long time working out, there had to be some reason he’d decided that a wife-beater was the right thing to wear for a Saturday night out, but there was nothing else to him. Nothing the kid would be looking for at any rate.

 

Face was polite. I could see him using that smile, the one that never really gets going, while his eyes constantly kept pace with the people coming and going on the dance floor, and then he clapped his ill-fated suitor on the shoulder and moved off, purposefully cutting his way through the throng. My eyes darted ahead of him and with a sick lurching feeling I spotted who he had his eye on, leaning on the wall at the corner of the dance floor. He was easily six five, broad shouldered, long lean legs, short hair, blond, almost white. He looked military, Marine maybe, and as I checked him out I saw the exact second that he saw Face heading for him and the predatory look of want that spread across his features chilled me to the bone.

 

I pushed off from the balcony at once. The time for stalling was over, there was no way I was going to hang around and wait for the Dutch courage to kick in when that meat-head was looking at my boy like that. As I turned, however, I found myself face to face with my own 6’ 4” meat head, although this one obviously fancied himself as one of the Chippendales and spent every waking second working out. Or in a tanning capsule. “Hi,” he smiled at me. Or having his teeth whitened.

 

I smiled back, “Hi, if you would excuse me here, I was just heading –”

 

“Whoa there!”  Mr Chip’s fingers splayed out right across my chest, tips trying to find nipples under the cotton of my shirt, and I had to restrain myself from just punching his lights out. “Where you off to in such a hurry, sexy? I thought we could spend a bit of time getting to know each other. You know?” Oh, I certainly did. Unfortunately. “I haven’t seen you around here before...”  

 

My eyes flicked back to the dance floor and I frowned as I realised Face and the big guy were nowhere to be seen, I didn’t have time for this.

 

“Look,” I met his lust filled gaze with the coldest stare I could manage and removed this hands with just a tad too much pressure on the thin bones of his wrists. “You’re wasting your time here, friend. I’m here with someone, need to go and catch up with him right now.”

 

I really hooped he’d get the message but instead his eyes just lit up and he took another step in, “Threesome?” his pupils were way larger than they should have been and I added recreational drug taking to his list of hobbies, “I’ve not had a threesome in weeks...”

 

I so didn’t have time for this. I took a tiny step back and then drove up and forward with my knee, catching him full on in the balls and he bent over in pain as all the air left his lungs in one gush.

 

“Sorry, bud,” I muttered as I walked past him, my eyes flicking round and round searching for the familiar sight of my lieutenant in the heaving mass of bodies.

 

It took me twenty minutes to do two circuits of the club and by that time I had realised that Face must have left. Frustration boiled within me, Face and that Marine were probably in a cab even now, heading out for a night of sex in a motel room somewhere. And me? Well, I’d be heading back to an empty bed and the comfort of my own hand.

 

I turned to leave, but as I walked down the long corridor leading to the front of the bar, a fire door suddenly swung out in front of me and two guys, both obviously a little worse for wear and fastening their trousers up as they walked, almost fell into the corridor towards me. They staggered down the corridor back to the thumping beat of the dance floor, and the fire door slowly swung closed once more. I stood and looked at it for a moment, then pushed it back open and slipped out into the warm, still night.

 

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness outside before I realised that I was in the alley at the back of the club, two heavy gates fencing us in from the properties either side, making a kind of quadrangle. Unfortunately, my ears didn’t need the time to adjust before I heard the grunts and moans from the far right end of the alley, and almost against my own will, I turned to look.

 

There were two silhouettes, one leaning up against the wall, arms braced forward and hips slightly bent, the other standing behind, one hand on a bare hip, one on a shoulder as he drove forward repeatedly, grunting with each thrust, the guy on the wall moaning in reply. For a moment the sight almost knocked me sick before I realised that the build of the two shapes was just too slight to be either Face or his burly Marine friend.  

 

Unable to stop the relief that escaped in a sigh, I turned the other way and wasn’t so lucky.

 

The guy standing at the other end of the alley was obviously the Marine, his hair, catching the meagre light from the street lamps out at the far end of the alley, almost glowed white in the night. He was standing alone, but there was a shape on the ground at his feet and I turned back to the door, no desire at all to see what he and Face were up to when I stopped. It wasn’t like anything was actually wrong with the scene in the alley, it was more that something just wasn’t right and even though all I really wanted to do was to leave before I saw something I’d never forget, I forced myself to turn back for another look.

 

The Marine was right where I’d seen him before, but just straightening up after shoving his trousers down and freeing a foot so his cargos hung bunched up around one ankle. As I stared he took hold of his already hard cock and began stroking it slowly, almost leisurely, all the while looking down at the figure on the ground. He said something, I could hear the rumble of his voice but not the actual words and the shape below him replied. Then, so quick it made me jump, his free leg lashed out, I heard the connecting thud and the grunt of pain that came with it, and then he was on his knees, wrestling with the figure on the floor and I was on the move.

 

It all seemed to go in slow motion. Firstly someone in an upstairs room flicked a light on, illuminating the whole scene, then I saw Face, flat on his stomach on the ground, his own jeans around his feet, his arms tied behind his back and blood soaking the hair on the back of his head. He was struggling and kicking out with his legs as the Marine held him down with one heavy hand between his shoulder blades trying to get into the space between the kids thighs, shoving him open, his cock, so engorged it was almost purple, straining towards his ass.

 

“Get the fuck off me you asshole!” Face spat, I could hear the fury in his tone, but his voice was also noticeably slurred, “I promise I will kill you after this if you dare touch me!”

 

The marine just laughed, grabbing a handful of blood soaked hair and yanking Face’s head back, slamming it down into the ground and the kid went limp. I was on the bastard the next second, just as he was lining himself up to take what most certainly was not his and the first thing he knew about me was my boot in the side of his jaw. He flew off Face, crashing into the wooden gates and I followed straight through, forearm to his neck, sharp jab to his kidneys, feeling the muscle give under my knuckles, left hook to his jaw, knocking his head back into the gate and then a jab straight into his nose, feeling the bones shatter and resting my hand on the impact point, pushing, just slightly.

 

Despite his pain and shock, his eyes flew open and he stared at me in terror, he knew damn well what would happen if I just shoved. “Shall I?” I hissed, the absolute rage inside me making the blood pound in my ears, “Do you deserve it, you fucking raping bastard?” He shook his head frantically at me as the blood from his nose ran into his mouth, “Well, I think you do,” I’d never felt an anger like it, it was like the devil himself had reared up inside me and was goading me on, “so get ready to die, asshole.” I tensed to finish him off, I really was going to do it, but a foot kicking feebly at my ankle hauled me back from the precipice and I just shoved him back into the gate instead, grabbing his t-shirt and forcing him to stare at me, acknowledge the fury in my eyes.

 

“You are not to touch that boy ever, ever again. You got that?” he nodded, eyes wide and filled with agony, “He’s mine, every fucking inch of him, and he always will be.” He looked terrified, I think he considered me a fully fledged lunatic at this point, “You even think about him like that again, and I will hunt you down and feed you your own cock. Understand?” Again the frantic nods, his eyes constantly flicking hopefully to the fire doors. I threw him down in the gutter, “Now get lost before I change my mind!”

 

He scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to put his trousers back on before he scrambled over the gate and I could hear his feet pounding unsteadily away down the alley as I turned back to my boy.