"I have a reservation under the name Graham." A thick accented voice said, as the woman on the front desk just stared flustered.
The man had worn a standard white shirt, black slacks and blazer. His hair sticked back with a few locks loose, cascading the front of his face. On his left hand a brown leather suit case was being held and on his wrist sat a gold rolex. The visible peek of his gem stud cufflinks peeked from the blazer. His intimidating presence and exotic looks seems to be getting quite the attention.
"Right, this way sir." The woman said, grateful that she avoided stuttering in front of the sudden presence. She called for a bell boy to carry the oddly minimal baggage the man held. She than lead the figure to the penthouse of the hotel, it had a gorgeous view, city lights seemingly familiar and yet bewildering.
The figure spent many nights in this city, as well as many others all over the world. And yet it always fascinates him how in every city the bustles and glowing never seems change.
Hannibal examined the suite, his luggage already there and a bottle Sangria sat to cool in ice. A glass already waiting for him to use.
His eyes ran through the oddities of the suite. It had ticked off the requirements of any five star hotel. The suite had multiple rooms, each designated and uniformed in design. The crystal chandelier and faint scent of lavender, powdered the suite.
A large king size bed, settled in the middle of the room. The rococo style of the lobby reflected on the room. Beige wall paper decorated by gothic victorian designs. Burgundy floor to ceiling curtains covered the windows and door to the veranda. Paintings and flower vases filled with arrangements littered almost all flat surfaces.
"Do you need anything else, sir?" She said, batting her lashes quite excessively.
Hannibal paused for a moment, taking in the view of the slightly petite woman. She was to say above average in looks, with her curvy body and small face. Her lips freshly painted with a dark toned red lipstick, a rouge brushing her cheeks. The only thing preventing Hannibal from devouring the woman was her scent, thick and unbearable. The aroma of the overpowering perfume eluded her natural scent.
"No, thank you." And with that the woman was half heartedly dismissed, a pout marking her red lips.
The door slammed indicating the lack of presence except his own. Once again his eyes skimmed through the suite, his instincts were on edge, feeling every flaw in the room. He unpacked the little items he's brought and set a laptop by the dresser, where he simply glanced at his reflection on the adjacent mirror.
Hannibal fished his phone from the back pocket of his tailored pants, and proceeded to call a familiar number.
"Send me your best, Pepper." He uttered, taking off his watch and putting it at the bedside table.
"One of those nights, handsome?" A playful voice raised from the other end of the line.
"Something like that." He said before proceeding to instruct his location to the operator.
As soon as the call ended, Hannibal roamed through the various rooms the suite provided. Patting and knocking on the flat surfaces. Before long he stood in silence, shutting his eyes.
This heightened his sense of hearing. The echoing of sirens and the bustles of the city amplified. And then finally he found what he was looking for, to which he just brushed off.
'An amateur move' Hannibal thought, as he started to shrug off his black Armani blazer. He walked back to the master's bedroom and was about to place his jacket on the bed, when a set of knocks erupted from the door.
"It's unlocked." Hannibal uttered, bending down to lay the said jacket down, he then stood up once again and faced the dresser, lightly touching his laptop, seconds from opening it and start preparations for his new assignment. But footsteps alarmed him of a figure invading his designated space.
"Hey, I believe you have called in seeking company." The voice echoed, making Hannibal snap his gaze to a young man who was standing awkwardly at the door way.
"You are not my usual." Hannibal commented, approaching the figure with ease.
"No. Then again you had asked for the best, not the usual. Had you not?" The figure retorted back, making the other quite impressed with his mustered confidence.
" 'Best', you say? Shouldn't I be the judge of that?" Hannibal gave a smirk, as the other just looked up at him, staring in his eyes. Blue meets red.
In the dim light of the bedside lamp, the eyes of the stranger had an alluring tint of ocean blue. Different, light and yet a tempest seemed to brew within them.
"Are you to get in bed or must I wait longer to prove my claim to be true?" The young man challenged, making the other get the sense of amusement from this little banter.
Hannibal pulled the stranger to bed. Pinning the figure under him, curly locks cascaded down the figure's structured face. His eyes wide and lips parted in a state of shock.
Hannibal bent down to claim the seemingly open invitation, pressing his lips against the other. Warm meets warm, as a little moan slipped from the figures lips. Hannibal nipped the others lips in an attempt to tease and claim, biting the lip enough to bleed. He licked the little drops that escaped wound, giving a smirk at his partner's quiver.
Hannibal sat up, pulling one of his partner's arm pressing the patch of skin on the other's wrist. It sent a tingling sensation to the other as Hannibal dragged his lips down the other's arm.
'Sensitive.' He thought, as he received a gasp as an aroused response from the other.