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They drove back to the house in silence, but it was a comfortable one, Face had leant up against Hannibal and let his eyes slide shut and Hannibal had just enjoyed the feeling of his solid warmth next to him after such a long time.

As he killed the engine on the driveway to the house it was obvious that Face was asleep, still leaning up against Hannibal’s shoulder and the boss took the time to just look at him. The bruising on his face was fading, retreating up towards his eye, but there were dark purple smudges that betrayed his state of constant tiredness. Hannibal realised with a sick lurch just how long it would take Face to recover from this, and how close he had come to losing him forever.

He saw the empty coffee cup on the drive near the fence and thought how different things would be if he hadn’t woken so early this morning. But then, he’d hardly slept at all through the night, there had been something in Face’s expression last night when he’d given him the clothes that had told him his lieutenant was going to run. What had tipped him over the edge, Hannibal still hadn’t worked out, but at least he had been there to catch him, Hannibal shuddered to think of the state the kid would be in by the end of the week if he hadn’t. And he’d promised he wouldn’t run again; more to the point, Hannibal knew he meant it.

He bent to stroke Face’s cheek, trying not to think of the very different circumstances of the last time he’d tried to wake him... But that was all over now and Joey Pacitto had paid highly for what he had done, oh, he’d made damn sure of that.

He’d wanted to have his little chat with Joey in private, had told Murdock to wait outside and watch the corridor but the Captain had refused. Hannibal had been pissed as all hell at the time, but had started with Joey anyway, knew he didn’t have the time to argue it out with Murdock, and when the red mist had eventually claimed him, it was Murdock who made him stop. By the time he was dragged away, Pacitto had been reduced to a bloody mess curled up in the corner, sobbing pathetically. Hannibal had absolutely no regrets about the justice he had meted out; Pacitto certainly hadn’t had any regrets about what he had done to Face, but he had eventually thanked Murdock for stepping in, without Pacitto alive to stand trial for Jessie’s murder, Face would never be completely absolved.

“Face,” his lips brushed the warm shell of an ear, “we’re back.”

He watched him carefully, knew that Face had a habit of exploding as he woke, but this time his eyes just flickered, then opened, and he smiled up at Hannibal, “Yeah? Must have dropped off...”

Their progress to the bedroom was slow, Face kept stopping at every corner and stair to crush his mouth against Hannibal, melding their bodies together at every opportunity, and while that in itself was very enjoyable for Hannibal, it was slowing him down in the completion of his overall plan which was to get Face upstairs and into his bed.

Eventually they made it, Hannibal pushing them both through the door and kicking it shut behind them. Face lifted his head from where he had been nibbling on a patch of skin just under Hannibal’s jaw line and looked round the room. It was nowhere near as big as the one he had been in, no flat screen, no en-suite, just fitted wardrobes along one wall and a double bed pushed up into the corner. He turned a quizzical face to Hannibal who just shrugged, “Wanted to be out of the way...” and Face surged forward again, desperately trying to put right with his body, everything he’d done wrong with his actions.

They backed up to the bed, and Hannibal lowered Face gently down onto the duvet before climbing up him, straddling his hips and starting on the buttons of his shirt.

Face watched in silence, his erection trapped under Hannibal’s glorious weight, his heart beating hard in anticipation of what was to come. Hannibal smiled down at him and finished the last button. He opened Face’s shirt wide and his whole expression just fell, “Oh, my God...”

Face’s chin lifted just a tiny bit in that gloriously defiant way of his as he met Hannibal’s stare, “What?”

Hannibal had scooted off him and was now undoing the buttons on his jeans, but not in a remotely sexual way and Face knew exactly what was coming next, “It’s nothing, boss...”

His jeans were open and Hannibal slid them down, ignoring his rapidly deflating cock as it lay in his still damp shorts, “Jesus, Face, I had no idea it was still so bad...”

He was running his finger tips over bruised skin, skimming welts that were still vivid red, smoothing over hot, swollen joints, then his eyes moved up to Face’s and Face cringed at the look that was in there.

“Boss,” there was a bite in his voice, “don’t look at me like that! I don’t need your pity!”

Hannibal was at his side in an instant, hand in his hair, hand, ever so gently, on his stomach, “No, Temp, that is not what this is. Not pity, never pity, it’s love, kid. How can I not react like this to seeing you in so much pain? Jesus, I must have nearly killed you back in that van!” Face could see his appalled expression as he swung his legs off the bed and sat with his head in his hands, “There’s no way we are doing this, not until you have had the chance to heal properly,” he shook his head, disgusted in himself.

Face fell back into the bed, disappointment and frustration washing over him, there was no way they weren’t going to do this, no way at all. He looked over at Hannibal’s bent back and struggled into a sitting position making sure not one little tiny sound of pain escaped his lips, then he slipped off the bed and stood in front of him, slowly stripping down to his shorts, determined there would be no more surprises.

“Look at me, Hannibal,” he instructed and Hannibal’s eyes, red rimmed now, flicked over his body and up to his face. “I know I’m a mess,” Hannibal opened his mouth to protest but Face silenced him with his eyes, “and I won’t deny it does hurt, but John,” he dropped to his knees in front of Hannibal, “Being without you for all this time has been pain like I’ve never felt before,” he slid his hands up soft combats around hard thighs, “Please don’t turn me away when I need you so much. I can do this. We need to.”

“Face,” Hannibal’s hand was in his hair again, “I’ll hurt you.”

Face shook his head, imploring Hannibal with his eyes, “Not being with you would hurt me. We’ll be careful, it will be fine. Please.”

Minutes ticked by as Hannibal looked at him, indecision etched all over his face, but then the tiniest hint of a smile twitched at his lips and he ruffled Face’s hair gently, “How can I ever deny you anything? You’re like that damn cat in Shrek...”

“Puss,” Face corrected.

“Whatever. But I make the rules, and I’m on the bottom.”

“No way,” it wasn’t that Face didn’t like being a top, it was just not what he wanted now, “I told you, boss, I need you inside me... Need you to fill me.”

Hannibal closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, “You trying to get me to come in my pants again, kid?”

“Oh, no,” Face leant in and used his most seductive voice, “I’m trying to get you to come in me.”

A laugh slipped from Hannibal’s lips just before Face moved in to claim them. He pulled his boss to his feet and started to undress him while his mouth kept up the distraction. He knew Hannibal well, if he allowed him time to think about this too much, then it wasn’t going to happen, he just had to keep things snowballing.

Luckily for him, Hannibal seemed to be quite easily distracted and as Face pulled away to yank the t-shirt over his head it was Hannibal who was there first, one hand flat on his back, pulling Face in for another kiss. He fumbled with trouser buttons and pushed the waistband of his combats down as far as he could reach, but then had to admit defeat and pull away from that gloriously hot mouth. He dropped to his knees and pressed his face to the damp front of Hannibal’s briefs as he made quick work of his boots and socks, yanking the combats off and throwing them out of his way as Hannibal gently petted his hair, “Efficient as always,” he chuckled as Face crawled back up him.

“That’s me, boss,” Face whispered as he drew Hannibal back onto the bed, “Now let’s get the job done.”

The briefs were gone before Hannibal had even realised, shoved down to his knees while Face bent and took his swollen cock into his mouth right down to the root. “Jesus! Face...”

But Face was too busy to answer, he reached down with one hand, flicking Hannibal’s last item of clothing across the room while his other hand wrapped round the base of his cock, holding him tight as he slowly, slowly pulled off.

“Fuuuuck,” Hannibal’s eyes were screwed shut as his head and heels tried to push right through the mattress. He was rapidly starting to lose himself in this as Face used his talented mouth to quite considerable effect, one minute flicking his tongue up and down the prominent vein, the next circling the velvety smooth head, the next sucking him in, hollowing his cheeks with the effort.

“Face,” Hannibal reached forward trying to swat him away with his hand, “enough of that, I’m not going to come in your mouth.” His fingers reached Face’s arm and he tugged, trying to pull his lieutenant back up to the top of the bed but Face came away with a yelp of pain and fell to the bed clutching his shoulder.

“Oh, God!” Hannibal was there in a second, “I’m sorry! Your shoulder, Jesus, I forgot, here let me see, you want some ice?”

He tried to slip off the bed but Face flew up onto his knees and shot his hand out to fasten tightly round his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispered and as Hannibal looked at him he could see the pain standing in his eyes.

“Face, this isn’t going to work...”

“Don’t, Hannibal,” and Hannibal was appalled that the pain in those eyes seemed to intensify, “Please. I need you, please...”

And Hannibal was lost again. He moved to kneel up against Face, rubbing his whole body along the length of his lieutenant’s, feeling the unwelcome barrier of his trunks, and then laying him down again on top of the covers, “Okay, okay, I know, baby,” and Face thought his heart would explode at the whispered endearment, “Come up here and lie still and let me take care of you then, yeah?”

Face couldn’t reply as he was gently laid out on the bed, Hannibal’s hands skimming softly over his skin, snagging the waistband of his trunks and peeling them away. He took forever to get them off, feather light touches over the swelling around his hip, Hannibal could still see the exact impact point that damn van made on his skin and then they were tossed to join the rest of their clothes somewhere on the floor.

“Okay, now lie still remember,” and Hannibal started to trace a path all over Face’s body, pausing at every mark or bruise or swelling to soothe it with his tongue and soon it was impossible to lie still any more, Face was squirming on the bed, his cock hard and red and begging for attention.

“Hannibal...”

“Shhh, just be patient,” he was kneeling up again, studying Face intently like he was mission plan.

“Boss,” Face reached out of him.

“It’s okay,” Hannibal soothed him, “I’m just working out how to do this,”

Face rolled his eyes, “Just do it! I’m going crazy here!”

Hannibal chuckled and lay down next to him on the bed, “Impatient brat, now turn on your side here,” he reached out his hand rolled Face onto his good hip.

“No!” as soon as Face realised his intention he tried to twist back, “Not like this! I want to see you...” he couldn’t stop thinking about that night in Montana when Hannibal had held his eyes the entire time he had been inside him, it had been the most mind blowingly intimate experience of his entire life. Ever. It was all he had thought about when he’d been alone in bed for the last three months.

“Face...” Hannibal was up against his back, a solid heat behind him, “This is how it’s got to be,” he gently lifted Face’s leg forward and felt him shudder as he pushed his cock into the warmth between his thighs, “I can’t hurt you again. Trust me; I’ll make it good...”

And Face capitulated, of course he trusted him, of course it was going to be good, it just wasn’t what he’d been hoping for. All such thoughts were swept from his head, however, the second he felt Hannibal’s tongue against his entrance and he closed his eyes as a low moan ripped out of him. But all too soon that wet heat was gone and as Face’s eyes flicked open again he realised that Hannibal was leaning over him, reaching for the wardrobe door, “Just thought of something,” he whispered and Face looked up as he pulled it open and found himself starring straight into a full length mirror.

Hannibal kissed him on the temple as he lay down behind him again, “Better?” he whispered and Face nodded, smiling.

“Yeah,” it wasn’t the same, but he appreciated the effort.

Then Hannibal’s head disappeared between his thighs and that heat was back, and Face couldn’t stop himself from looking in the mirror and, holy crap! that was hot.

It was sweet torture, Hannibal’s tongue and then his slicked fingers opening him up, stretching him out and promising so much more. He alternated between forcing his eyes open to stare in the mirror at Hannibal’s look of rapt concentration or letting them fall back into his head as a finger found that spot just there.

Without even realising it, his hand crept down to wrap around his own length and he felt himself starting to tip towards the edge.

“Not yet,” Hannibal’s whisper was in his ear and the boss was up at his shoulder, gently reaching over to remove his hand. “This is it kid, tell me if I hurt you,” and Face felt that hot length pushing up against his slick entrance.

“About bloody time,” he grumbled as he pulled his top thigh up as far as he could and braced himself against the mattress.

Hannibal pushed into him and the pain flared right through his hip as he tried to push back, he buried his face in the pillow to muffle any sound he made but Hannibal was too astute for that, “Look at me, kid,” he whispered, the effort of holding himself still clear in his voice.

Face emptied his expression of any trace of pain before looking up into the mirror and holding Hannibal’s gaze, and then Hannibal pushed again. Again that flare of pain, but Face held it back. He wanted this, more than anything and he wouldn’t let Hannibal know how much it hurt.

By the time Hannibal was buried deep inside him, he was sweating with the effort of biting back the fire in his hip, but then the boss moved, slowly and smoothly, back out and in and oh! Face did cry out this time, but not with pain. His fingers desperately scrabbled for something to grab onto and Hannibal’s big hand was there, wrapping their fingers up together and resting against Face’s stomach.

“Okay?” there was that slow withdrawal again and the tender snap back in and Face could only nod as Hannibal’s ice blue eyes bored into him in the mirror, watching every move, every twitch, checking he was alright, that this was what he needed.

“God, you are beautiful,” Hannibal’s voice was a husky whisper in his ear and it went straight to his cock.

Face wanted to look down at his body, at the marks and the bruises, but Hannibal’s eyes wouldn’t release his, “Don’t even think it,” that husky voice whispered again. Three months of being so out of tune with each other were wiped away as Hannibal instinctively knew what was in his mind, “You are beautiful and you are mine,” the last word came out as a growl and the snap of his hips was just a little more forceful. “And now, I want to watch you come,” his fingers released Face’s hand and found his cock instead, pulling from root to tip and back again, “Come on my beautiful boy, let go and come for me.”

And Face couldn’t keep his eyes open any more as Hannibal picked up the pace just a tiny bit, keeping time with his fist, always smooth and steady but catching him in the right place every time. He moaned and reached back, clutching at Hannibal’s hip as the boss continued to stoke him higher and higher, the grip on his cock red hot and stimulation of his prostrate driving him crazy.

“I love you,” Hannibal whispered in his ear, and that sent him right over the edge. He threw his head back onto Hannibal’s shoulder, a cry tearing from his lips as he came, thick white spurts of semen all over his boss’ hand and his own stomach; twitching and jerking and gripping down onto Hannibal’s thigh with enough pressure to bruise and Hannibal came with him, jamming himself deeper and deeper inside with every frantic thrust, spilling himself inside his boy, desperately trying to fill that emptiness he knew was there.

They slowly floated back to earth together. Face was exhausted, but the pain in his shoulder and his hip was just cranking up again. Hannibal gently pulled out of him and he winced as the support at his back disappeared, encouraging his ribs to join in as well. He lay on his back, trying to relax and breathe through it but then there was a warm wet flannel on his stomach, and a cold one on his forehead and he opened his eyes to see Hannibal leaning over him, that familiar concerned look on his face.

“I told you that was a mistake...” Hannibal gently wiped his face and his neck with the towel, “How bad is it?”

But Face smiled, his hand going up to still Hannibal’s wrist, “It’s fine, I’m fine,” he let out a tired little chuckle, “God, I missed that...”

Hannibal frowned but lay down next to him, one hand resting lightly on his hip. “Me too. That what you were looking for?” there was the tiniest edge of uncertainly in his voice that Face found endearing.

“Yeah,” Face yawned, struggling to stay awake now, “It wasn’t what I’d call a good pounding, but it certainly hit all the right buttons...”

“Cheeky whelp.” Face sniggered turning into Hannibal’s shoulder as Hannibal wiped his stomach clean and threw the wet cloth into a corner somewhere. “There’s plenty of time for pounding when you have got all your vitals back in the right places.”

“Yeah?” This time Face cracked open an eye, “Well, that’s an incentive to get back on my feet then!”

Hannibal smiled and kissed him then watched as he slowly drifted into sleep. He slipped from the bed to grab another duvet from the cupboard, then climbed back next to Face, pulling the covers over them both.

“Sleep tight kid,” he murmured, dropping a kiss into his messy hair, “and as soon as you wake up, I’m taking you home.”

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