Fourth time: On the assault course (Hannibal searches out face between meetings)
Nothing on earth could have stopped Hannibal from crossing the base and heading for the Army's assault course. Greens and Officers alike stepped out of his way as he marched with purpose towards the observation tower to see the Senior Officer on duty.
Hannibal had just had the worst week of meetings with no let-up, and to top it off, he had been informed that another Colonel wanted his Lieutenant for 4 months. To say that Hannibal had objected profusely was an understatement. There were others better suited for the mission, and Hannibal was convinced that the Colonel concerned just had a vendetta against him.
He had marched to General Morrison's office to tell his CO just what he thought of the situation, and where it could be stuffed. Morrison had laughed at first, but when he realised that Hannibal wouldn't budge and release his XO for 4 months, Morrison had called the other Colonel in for a chat.
A long and stressful meeting, with conversations long overdue between his own CO and himself.
"Colonel," The Major of the range saluted as Hannibal entered the top of the observation tower, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Peck." Hannibal growled.
"Ah – yes, of course Colonel." The Major turned to face the window with his binoculars. "He's going in record times today… He's…. Just left the sniper range… and is… heading back to the forest assault course. Do you want me to-" the Major began to offer, but Hannibal was already gone, storming down the steps and towards the forest.
Hannibal was still seething as he headed to the opposite end of the forest assault course in order to head Face off. His mood was only lifted slightly as he set his sights on his XO, half way through the course, up in the tree top rope climbs. Lifting his fingers to his lips, Hannibal let out a shrill whistle which had Face looking in his direction instantly.
"Boss?" Face asked concerned as soon as he saw Hannibal.
Hannibal knew it wasn't right to interrupt Face during his own training, and that he should have waited until the evening, but he couldn't get through the anger the meeting had filled him with. He needed Face, just a moment of him to set his world right again. Face seemed to sense the stress rolling in waves from his CO, so he didn't wait for Hannibal to say anything else before moving to the emergency decent ropes.
"John – are you ok?" Face asked as he approached Hannibal.
"I …" Hannibal tried to explain, but even in his mind he couldn't justify why he was there. Why he couldn't wait and walk it off like so many other incidents he has faced. He instead leant forward and placed a soft kiss on Face's lips, and just like that blanket of calm descend on him. Pulling back and looking down at Face's chest, Hannibal sighs. "It's fine – It can wait now. You know how the General pushes my buttons."
Hannibal moves another step back, but is stopped by Face's grip on his arm. "John…" Face implores softly, understanding there is a lot more Hannibal isn't saying. "I have a moment – come on." With that, Face takes a hold of Hannibal's hand and begins to lead him off the course, deeper into the forest.
Once a safe depth into the forest away from prying eyes, Face pulls Hannibal to him and into a slow, deep kiss. Hannibal responds instantly, grabbing Face's sweaty and mud encrusted t-shirt, trying to merge them into one. Face breaks the kiss slowly with a breathy chuckle. "Damn John… What happened?"
Hannibal doesn't hesitate in trailing reddening bites across Face's neck. "Someone I don't trust tried to take you from me for a mission you have no business being on." Hannibal bites at the joint of Face's shoulder and neck, to which Face lets out a deep moan, head moving to give Hannibal more access. "… And Russ…" Hannibal tightens his grip on Face and Face moves his hands up to bury into Hannibal's hair, holding him close.
Face can read in between the lines. He knows Hannibal as well as Hannibal knows him, and no one knew him as well as Hannibal. He knew something important happened between Hannibal and his CO, and it was enough to set Hannibal of kilter.
Moving his lips up to Hannibal's ear he whispers huskily, "Take me quick boss, so I can finish this course, report in, finish my paperwork, then get my ass home so I can make love to you."
Face was laid gently in the dirt before he could take his next breath. Hannibal lay gently atop of Face, pressing him into the ground with his weight as he engaged Face in another deep and passionate kiss. Face broke the kiss as one of Hannibal's hands began to meaningfully wander down his chest to his pants to massage him gently.
"God John…" Face moaned, moving his hips in time with Hannibal's massage.
"Do you know how much I love you Temp? What you do to me?" Hannibal murmured into Face's ear, speeding up his roughening caresses of Face's covered heat.
"Oh John," Face grunted with a hitched breath, his eyes closing with the upped attention. "Every day – you show me every day. I love you John – please!"
Hannibal couldn't resist that plea. He couldn't refuse Face, his lover, his Partner.
Hannibal hastily got to grips with the front of Face's combats, yanking them down to his knees before working on freeing himself.
"Have you any-" Hannibal began to ask before he realised he had a small tube of lube being wiggled in his face. "Ranger baby!" Face grinned and Hannibal couldn't help but laugh. Face manoeuvred himself out from under Hannibal so he could position himself on his hands and knees.
Face promised himself then and there that when he got home, he would take his time making love to Hannibal looking deep into his eyes. Personal contact was important to Face, and it was something that Hannibal understood. Right now though, Face understood what John needed – and what he needed was a quick.
"Don't dilly dally back there old man!" Face teased which brought a gruff laugh from Hannibal and the sound of the slick being opened. Face's own laugh turned into a prolonged moan as Hannibal quickly pushed one then two fingers into Face, stretching him with quick and well-practiced smooth movements.
"John!"
That one word was all Hannibal needed to know that Face was ready. He applied the rest of the slick to himself before slowly entering his partner. He wanted to take his time, savour the feeling, but Face obviously had other ideas as Hannibal soon found himself knocked off balance with Face fully seated on his lap.
Two restrained moaned curses sounded in the thick forest.
The mood set, Face wasted no time riding Hannibal fast and hard, pulling various noises from him with his practiced techniques of muscles squeezes and teases. It was all about Hannibal now, as it would be again later. Hannibal needed him, and Face was more than happy to give himself over and over until Hannibal was better.
Hannibal urged Face to turn his head into an awkward kiss as they both tumbled over the edge. The awkward kiss full of passion soon turned into lazy nips and pecks until Face deemed it a necessity to get moving again.
"Come on boss – the sooner I finish this course…" Face offered. Hannibal smiled. "Get to it then kid – I'm sure the Major will make you run this course again for the lousy time you're just about to set." Face laughed. "And whose fault is that?" Hannibal only grinned.
"See you tonight with a cooked dinner?" Face hedged as he rose to his feet and arranged his training combats. Hannibal followed suite.
"Sure kid – sure."
The parting kiss Face left him with made him glad once again that he chose to seek Face out. Maybe, Hannibal thought, he should do it more often…