Mission Five: Final Chapter (25) - “I will always come for you.”

 

AN: Final chapter, thanks to everyone who has been with me for the ride with this one, and all the email comments. If you have read, please review, I am planning Mission 6 at the minute and so would love some feedback/ideas/requests!

He opened the bedroom door and the sight that awaited him almost blew his mind. There was just one lamp on, at the far wall, spreading a muted yellow glow across the rest of the room and Face was laid on the bed as Hannibal had instructed, naked as the day he was born, propped up in a nest of pillows, one knee bent up at the side, hands laid loosely on his stomach. Hannibal’s feet stuttered to a halt in the doorway and he stood still, staring, incredulous yet again that this image in front of him was his, that Face wanted and needed him just as much as he wanted and needed Face. The whole situation was incredible.

 

“Boss?” the uncertain edge to Face’s voice brought him back to earth with a jolt and he realised that he’d been staring, and that Face didn’t like it when he stared like this, how it unnerved him, made him think of people who’d looked at him like that and then taken from him... people who Hannibal would cheerfully strangle if he ever had the opportunity.

 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, crossing the carpet between the door and the bed in quick strides, “you just took my breath away laid there like that, so, so beautiful...” Face looked up at him, still, after all this time, unsure about the truth of Hannibal’s words, so Hannibal did what he always did in these situations, set about showing him.

 

Kicking off his pyjamas, Hannibal climbed onto the bed and sat across Face’s hips, making sure he trapped the hot erection underneath him. He shuffled his weight, looking at the weeks old bullet wound on his stomach and the bruising to his chest, “Okay?” he asked softly, and Face just nodded, eyes wide and trusting.

 

Hannibal wanted to sit and look some more, but could tell that Face would freak out at that so leaned forward instead, slowly, slowly moving in, holding Face’s eyes the whole time sliding both of his hands round his neck, brushing the livid red welt that still made his blood boil, and eventually weaving into the soft curls at the back of his hair and once his fingers were in place, he finally reached down to claim his mouth. Face opened up instantly for him and Hannibal moved forward, sealing his lips over Face’s and sliding his tongue inside the welcoming warmth. Hannibal loved to kiss, always had, but he loved to kiss Face more than anything. The kid was so responsive, the way his tongue tangled with Hannibal’s the way he sucked on the older man’s bottom lip, the way he arched up into the kiss, pressing himself up into Hannibal, offering himself up, holding nothing back, it was heaven.

 

Hannibal could have quite happily stayed there all night, but he had promises to keep and so he slid down, tasting the slight salty tang of the nightmare on Face’s skin as he ever so gently kissed and laved at the raised red mark encircling his boy’s neck, forcing down the murderous thoughts that insisted on trying to surface and ruin the moment. He dropped lower and traced the line of a collar bone from left to right, tasting and nipping before using his tongue to soothe at the worried skin. He felt Face’s hands, warm and smooth, skimming over him, kneading his shoulders, carding through his hair, filling him with heat with every single touch. “I love you,” he whispered to Face’s chest, finding his way by touch alone to the raised heat of a nipple, waiting patiently for Hannibal’s tongue to claim it.

 

“God, I love you too, boss,” Face gasped, his hands in Hannibal’s hair now as he arched his back, trying to shove his nipple further into the teasing mouth that encircled it.

 

“I don't know if I ever thanked you,” Hannibal whispered, blowing over the wet nub, watching it rise to attention under his gaze, “for coming after me in Russia...”

 

“Oh!” Face hissed as long fingers pulled at the peaked nipple as Hannibal’s mouth trailed across to the other one, “Always, boss... you know that...” he breathed back. “And you came for me yesterday, always have done...”

 

“And always will,” Hannibal left his hands playing with the two hard peaks now as his mouth dropped down to the red line across Face’s stomach, kissing its way along from right to left. “Wherever you are, it doesn’t matter,” he spoke between kisses, “I will always come for you.”

 

“Yes...” Face whispered as that mouth moved lower, tracing the sharp line of a hip bone and Hannibal felt a warm rush of happiness at the thought that Face was convinced, that the kid could feel happy and settled in just how much he meant to his CO.

 

“You want me to suck your cock?” he asked, making sure his voice had that growl in it that he knew Face loved and watching in amusement as said cock leaped in response to his words.

 

“God, please...” Face breathed, his eyes tightly closed and his hips writhing as he fought to keep control.

 

Hannibal smiled and slid down so that he was kneeling on the bed between the kid’s legs, taking a moment to stare at the heavy red cock before he started on his task. He flattened a huge palm against the inside of each warm thigh and gently pushed, spreading Face open before him, encouraging the kid to draw his knees up so that, if Hannibal leant down, he could see the dark pink rose bud opening, just lying there waiting for his attention...

 

Later, he reminded himself and instead ran his fingers up the furrows between thigh and buttock, one hand mirroring the other, and then tracing them back across, skimming lightly through the fine hairs nestled around the base of that straining cock, and down, reaching in at the same time to cup cool, sensitive balls.

 

“Oh, Jesus...” Face muttered, thrusting his hips up off the bed as Hannibal’s fingers slipped down to his perineum, pushing firmly into that space just behind his balls and then back up again, whispering over the tightening skin. “I thought you were going to suck me, boss,” he gasped, “not try and do me in here and now!”

 

 “I am going to suck you,” Hannibal ducked his head making sure the breath from his words fanned out over the wet head of Face’s cock, “just as soon as I am ready...”

 

“Be ready now...” Face pleaded, and Hannibal, not wanting to hear him beg tonight, not wanting to give him anything less than everything he wanted as soon as he wanted it, instantly dipped his mouth, swiping the leaking tip of the cock in front of him with the flat of his tongue.

 

“Yes!” Face hissed, pushing himself against Hannibal’s tongue and his boss smiled, always so, so, enthusiastic his boy. Did wonders for his ego...

 

Settling himself comfortably between Face’s legs, Hannibal went to work. He rested on his left arm while his right hand held the base of Face’s cock, keeping it still so his tongue could lavish attention on it. Starting just above his gripping fingers he reached out with his tongue and started flicking backwards and forwards over the sensitive vein, loving the feel of it against his tongue and marvelling at the way that Face’s thighs twitched with every sweep. When he reached the top, he pressed hard with the very tip, circling around and around the smooth slope of the corona, listening to the tiny breaths that Face was taking in.

 

Hands slid into his hair and he smiled as he realised that Face was somehow managing to hold himself back from just pushing him down to suck in his whole cock, he wondered how long that resistance would hold... Taking pity on the kid he reached up a little and started sweeping wide circles over the smooth head and around the prominent ridge, watching out of the corner of his eye as the muscles in Face’s thighs bunched at the feeling. He slipped the very end of his tongue into the dark slit, feeling the hot salty liquid leak out onto him as he swirled it over the head, pulling back to look at his handy work, the pulsing red cock, and the smooth head, shining wetly in the lamp light.

 

“Boss...” Face whined and Hannibal looked up, seeing his lust drenched eyes and his dampened hair, the curls, well defined in the moisture, sticking to his forehead.

 

“I know baby...” he whispered and immediately dropped his head, taking Face all the way in, angling himself so that the head of Face’s cock nestled into his cheek. He let his tongue flick out again, backwards and forwards over the vein as he dragged his teeth over the sensitive crown, listening to the long keening moan Face made as two rows of teeth scraped across his skin and then Hannibal let the whole cock slip out of his cheek and into his throat, swallowing against the head and Face bucked up once more, swearing profusely as Hannibal repeated the swallow again and again.

 

Keeping his head exactly where it was, forcing his gag reflex down, Hannibal squeezed tightly with his hand at the base and brought his tongue back into play, swirling and licking, flicking and teasing in time with the movement of his throat and the twitches of Face’s hips. Then, just as the fingers in his hair stared to get a little too insistent, Hannibal pulled back, ignoring Face’s whine of disappointment and latching himself tightly around the head instead.

 

Now, he started to suck, sealing his lips around the hot flesh he sucked with all his might, pulling back a little and sliding back on, hollowing his cheeks and gripping the straining cock tightly with his fingers he pulled and sucked, lifting his eyes to watch Face’s head, cheeks flushed, pink lips, wet and open, eyes closed, lashes fanned out across his skin, as he writhed backwards and forwards on his pillow, every second tugging him closer and closer to where he wanted to be.

 

Hannibal timed it perfectly, easing off on the suction so that he kept Face right at the very edge as his hand grabbed the lube from the edge of the bed and he expertly opened it one handed, pressing the nozzle of the tube just into the firm opening and squeezing, enjoying the way that Face twitched and moaned at the feeling of the cool lube squirting up inside him. Then, with another quick squeeze, Hannibal’s hand was covered in the gel and he was quickly slicking himself up, all plans to open Face slowly up with his fingers and tongue completely abandoned in favour of just getting himself in there now, taking Face while he was poised on the very edge of heaven like this, totally oblivious to everything apart from the feelings that Hannibal was stringing through his body.

 

Intent on keeping his mouth in place for as long as humanly possible, Hannibal shuffled onto his knees, almost snapping himself in half to keep that sucking pressure going. Then at the last minute he moved, pulling himself off with a slurping ‘pop’ that was as loud as he could possibly make it, his cock was in place and sliding into position before Face had had chance to slip too far away from his promised high. Hannibal didn’t push all the way in, he felt the tight ring of muscle breach around the swollen head of his cock and he stopped, moving backwards and forwards in tiny little thrusts, tormenting the sensitive ring of muscle with the widest part of his cock, stimulating Face back onto that precipice even as his hand took over where his mouth had left off, stroking the hot pillar of flesh, squeezing over the head and pulling back down, pumping hard and in perfect time with the stimulation of the tight ring.

 

Face made a strangled sound and thrust his head back into the pillows, his hips coming up and his hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life.

 

“You like that?” Hannibal whispered, rubbing himself backwards and forwards over that muscle as Face just writhed below him, but he knew the kid couldn’t answer, knew he was so, so close to the edge now, that Hannibal was just holding him there, not letting him slip back down but not letting him pitch forward into ecstasy either.

 

Hannibal would have loved to hold Face like this for the entire night, keeping him gasping and sweating unable to string a coherent sentence together, his whole body primed for an orgasm that was just, just out of his reach, but the strain was getting too much for him now. He could feel the burning fire in his thighs as he moved so slowly and so minutely inside his lover’s body. He could also feel the head of his cock starting to become too sensitive, the constant stimulation sliding more towards ‘too much’ so he shuffled his knees into a more comfortable position, checked his angle and slid right in, all the way, feeling the beautiful jolt of his balls hitting the smooth skin of Face’s butt.

 

Face cried out and lifted his hips and Hannibal accepted the invitation, pulling out again and slamming straight back home, over and over again as Face moaned underneath him, his prostrate taking its turn for stimulation and pushing him right up against that edge once more.

 

“Oh, God!” he cried, heels digging into the mattress, pushing himself up to meet Hannibal’s thrusts as Hannibal’s hand finally brought him over the edge, milking the come from his desperate cock, making him spill all over them both as he had promised, and then emptying himself as well, closing his eyes as his come streamed out from inside him, flooding his boy and rushing home.

 

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Neither of them could be bothered moving or cleaning up much. Hannibal had grabbed one of the scatter cushions from the end of the mattress and given them both a quick wipe over before throwing it across the room, then he’d simply hauled the sheet over them both and settled Face against his chest, right where he fit the best.

 

“You okay, kid?” he whispered, valiantly holding off from sleep for the moment.

 

“Of course,” Face replied, sounding much more awake than he really had the right to.

 

“No,” Hannibal said, lifting up and looking at him, “I mean are you really alright?”

 

Face thought about this, wondered which of many ‘alrights’ Hannibal could mean. There was the ‘was that sex okay?’ alright which would be a definite yes, but then there was the, ‘are you hurting?’ alright which was a little harder to answer as his chest was sore, his arm throbbed, his head still pounded and the ligature mark around his neck hurt like fuck. On another level completely was the ‘are you going to have any more nightmares tonight?’ alright, to which the answer was probably, ‘no’ as he was too damn knackered, and there was still the ‘are you riding out the adrenalin high?’ alright after the siege and the debacle at the hands of the local police; he would have to answer ‘no’ to that one as well, his adrenalin had long gone on that front and he felt he was in a good position to put that whole incident behind him now. So that just left the much more troublesome, ‘are you certain you are going to stay in the army?’ and ‘how do you feel about getting back into the saddle with BA?’ alrights.        

 

Face was just thinking about these when he felt Hannibal’s fingers on his arm, tapping gently, reminding him he needed an answer and he suddenly realised that the boss had actually meant all of those alrights... So – how to answer...

 

“Face...” the boss was starting to worry, so Face looked up and met his concerned blue eyes, smiling up at him and holding his gaze still.

 

“Yes,” he answered steadily, “I will be.”

 

And Hannibal understood. There would be no quick fix here, bullet wounds and nightmares would not disappear overnight, and neither would bad feeling and insecurity. But that wasn’t to say that they wouldn’t disappear at all, all it needed was a bit of time and a lot of effort, and anything was possible, as long as they worked as a team.

 

And that was the thought that pulled Hannibal into a deep and peaceful sleep that night, knowing, that despite everything, all the personality issues, all the teething difficulties, he had the basics of a damn fine team here. The very best, and one day soon, they’d get there. He just knew they would.