As we approached the door I withdrew the keys Frederick had given me from my bag. I handed Fred his, Doctor Lecter raised an eyebrow at that but when I held out one to him, his eyes widened.

I swear they shone, slightly wet.

He took the key and I could feel the trembling in his hand.

Fred went to open the door, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. The look I gave him was enough for him to step back.

"Open the door, Doctor Lecter," I said.

His eyes still wide, he nervously approached the door.

He slid the key into the lock but didn't turn it.

I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind.

He thinks this a cruel trick. He doesn't think that we're really setting him free from the cage he has been confined in for almost a decade.

Frederick looked at me slightly panicked.

Smiling I shook my head.

I stepped up to the Doctor, my breasts brushing his back through the thin cotton of his shirt. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly as I pressed myself against him.

I rested my lips against his ear, his form trembling with the weight of emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in such a long time.

"This isn't a trick, Doctor Lecter. Open the door and you'll see."

I rested my hand over his and guided it to the doorknob. His finger twitched under mine gripping the knob harder as I stepped back.

Me and Frederick held our breath as we waited.

Taking a deep breath, he turned the key and swung the door wide, revealing a lovely cream lounge furnished with two plush sofas, a lovely rocking chair placed under the window. This window unlike so many others in the hospital wasn't barred and the open window carried the scent of wildflowers from the meadow outside. The floor was covered in a lush carpet I sunk into as we all stepped into the apartment.

Doctor Lecter's head turned from side to side as he took it all in. He breathed deep smelling the fresh air, last night's rain and the numerous flowers growing just beyond the glass.

He moved surprisingly quick as he darted from room to room, Frederick and I followed, saying nothing.

Just let him remind himself what freedom felt like.

The bathroom was plain but useable with a large enclosed shower and an even larger bath.

More than big enough for two, maybe three.

The kitchen was bare but nothing a trip to the store in town couldn't fix. I was surprised to see cutlery including knives in the draw. Doctor Lecter's fingers lingered over them for a moment and Fred stiffened but relaxed when the Doctor quickly moved onto the final room; the bedroom.

The Doctor opened the door slowly as if he was intruding on someone else's privacy. I took a sharp breath when I gazed upon the California king bed that took up most of the room. The ebony wardrobe and dressers were beautiful in their simplicity.

I was in awe of the room and the Doctor even more so.

"Is this real?"

The Doctor's words were so quiet I almost didn't catch them, but Fred did.

To my surprise, he answered.

"It's real, Doctor Lecter, and it's all yours."

"Mine… mine." Doctor Lecter spoke to himself.

"If you agree to our proposal."

Doctor Lecter stiffened unsure of what we would ask from him.

From this proud lion that had defended everything, he believed in until the very end, it was an unusual action.

Frederick rocked on his heels for a moment.

I had to step in.

"Right boys…"

"Boy… I haven't been called that since I was a lad." Fred chuckled.

Surprisingly, Doctor Lecter chuckled too.

"Neither have I."

I glared at Fred.

"As I was saying we don't you boys… make yourself comfortable on the sofa and I'll put the kettle on. There's tea and coffee right?"

"Yes. I believe so. No milk though."

"I don't take any Fred."

"Neither do I." Frederick and Doctor Lecter replied at the same time.

"Well… I'll make tea for you two and a coffee for myself then we can discuss this arrangement."

Fred nodded eagerly, the gesture unnerving the Doctor a little, but a slight tilt of his head let me know it was ok to leave.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Ok?"

I turned and headed into the kitchen, filling the kettle and putting it to boil, I located the tea and coffee. The coffee was cheap, but I'd had worse but to my delight, the tea was of good quality. I opened the tin and took a deep inhale.

It smelt bitter with a slightly sweet afternote.

Soothing.

It was a black tea blend, but I couldn't identify anything more than that.

Opting for tea instead, I made three mugs before juggling them to return to the living room. Seeing me struggling with the hot mugs Fred jumped up to help taking two from me.

"I was fine." I huffed.

"I know, but we wouldn't want any accidents now, would we?"

He leaned in, whispering in my ear.

"I wouldn't want my baby girl getting hurt."

I blushed at his word and the Doctor eyed me with a curious expression. He was obviously wondering what Fred has said to provoke such a reaction from me.

Spinning on his heel, Fred held out a steaming mug to the good doctor who took it gratefully. He held the cup in both hands letting the warmth seep into him after the years he spent in the cold dungeon. He inhaled before sighing.

"Earl Grey, with orange and honey?" he cocked his head at me.

I grinned.

"There was some honey in the cupboard, so I added a little to all of our mugs."

A small smile graced his face, not the fake smiles he used to give to me but a real one. The sight made me warm.

Sitting opposite the boys on the adjacent sofa, I took them in. There were so different yet so alike. Doctor Lecter was slim and lithe were Fred has height and muscle. Doctor Lecter didn't hold back with his words and was openly witty whereas Fred opted to stay silent most of the time. And yet… yet… they were both strong, proud men will to fight and defend what was theirs.

And…

They are mine.

Fred was first that might upset the Doctor but when he understands what I am going to give him, I doubt it will be on his mind for long.

"Well, Clarice. Should we get down to business."

"If you want to call it that Doctor Lecter, then we can. But I'd like to think of this as an informal chat among friends."

He snorted at that.

Such an undignified sound coming from him.

"By the time I have finished my proposal, Doctor Lecter, we are all going to be very, very well acquainted."

Fred smiled at that, Doctor Lecter looked a little confused.

"Let me explain…" I took a deep breath.

"… when we caught Buffalo Bill, and I heard you had escaped. I was so hopeful. I hoped you were finally going to find your view and be free. So when Crawford told me you had been caught and I was crushed."

Both Fred and Doctor Lecter were silent as I poured everything out.

"I knew if you were going to spend the rest of your life here, then I needed to see you again." I gripped my mug harder, tears stinging my eyes.

"Why, Clarice? When you had everything you wanted."

"That's exactly it. I had everything I wanted but I felt so empty. I missed speaking with you, I missed the way you watched me. I missed you, Hannibal."

I spoke his given name for the first time and his eyes shot to mine. First names for Hannibal implied intimacy and I was basically saying I wanted to be intimate with him, but before he could speak I carried on.

"So, after my graduation, I rung Fred and asked to come for a personal visit. I had to see you again no matter what it cost. Before I made the journey here I handed in my badge, my gun and everything I had worked for."

Hannibal slumped back, stunned.

I didn't stop.

"I drove through the night to get here and did nothing but sleep and drive here first thing in the morning. I spoke to Fred in his office and he agreed to my proposal. And here we are."

"We did more than talk, darling," Fred commented.

Hannibal's gaze locked on Fred.

"What do you mean?" Hannibal hissed, low and cold.

Fred gulped realizing what he had said aloud.

He turned his body to face Hannibal completely.

"I didn't hurt her, I didn't do anything she didn't want Doctor Lecter. I swear it."

Hannibal looked to me and when I nodded he relaxed a little.

"As Fred so graciously pointed out, a little more than talking went on."

"Glad to be of service."

"Shut it."

His laugh came from deep within, his smile made my heart stutter.

"What exactly happened, Clarice?"

"You want all the sordid details, Doctor Lecter?" I asked playfully.

"Yes."

My eyes flicked to Fred at Hannibal's reply.

"Well, I went into the office and my outfit must have overwhelmed Fred because I noticed him trying to hide his erection, quite poorly I might add."

Hannibal smiled at Fred's pout.

"I told him I wanted you Hannibal, but he wasn't willing to give you up. But he misunderstood what I meant."

Hannibal cocked his head to the side.

"I told him I wanted you the same way he wanted me. Sexually."

I heard Hannibal's sharp intake of breath. He swallowed, a slight pink stain gracing his cheeks.

"I told him if he gave me what I wanted I would give him what he wanted."

Hannibal's voice was quite rough when he spoke.

"And what did he want, Clarice?"

"He wanted me… and you."

"I don't understand."

"He wanted me, that obvious enough but he wants you in the same way I do."

Fred found his shoes and the carpet rather interesting at that moment.

"I knew there was no way you'd agreed to it without first hearing us out. I want you both and Fred wants both of us…"

I reached out taking his hand in mine.

"And if you want us, Hannibal, then we're yours."

He nodded slow taking it all in.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then we would have to take you back to your cell despite the fact neither of us wants to. But please, don't let this freedom interfere with your decision. If you don't want this Hannibal, you need to say."

Fred caught my eyes as we both turned out gaze on the doctor.

He seemed to be contemplating our offer.

"Tell me something, Clarice?" He asked setting his mug down on the table.

"Of course."

"How was it?"

"How was what?"

"Your first taste of that sweetness."

"It was beautiful Hannibal, but it wasn't what you are imagining."

"Explain, Clarice."

"Me and Frederick didn't have sex. Yes, we fooled around a little and uncovered a fetish we both seem to share…" I winked at Fred.

"And what was that?"

He seemed genuinely intrigued.

"Well, I found out I like to be in control just as much as I liked being controlled."

"And we also have the same fetish for pet names." Fred finished.

"Pet names?"

"She called me daddy, Doctor Lecter."

Hannibal's eyes widened at that.

He clearly wasn't expecting that.

"And I called her baby girl."

Hannibal was breathing faster, the flush on his cheeks deepening.

"She was so beautiful under me, Doctor Lecter. So alight. All shivers, sweats, and shakes as I tasted her sweet pussy. Something I don't believe anyone else has done."

This time it was my turn to flush.

Fred's words pulled a deep groan from Hannibal that set me shivering, tingling somewhere deep and old, insides aching with want.

Fred wasn't in much better condition, his cock straining at his pants once more.

I turned my gaze to Hannibal who had his legs crossed but was squirming in his seat.

"So, do you accept, Doctor Lecter?"

Fred leaned in, his hand resting on Hannibal's knee.

His maroon eyes locked with Fred's then mine.

"Y-yes."

His small admission sent me aflame, I stood drifting over to them, setting myself down on the arm nearest Fred.

Fred looked at me and I could see the need in his eyes.

I petted his blonde locks before placing a caste kiss on his lips.

Turning to Hannibal, I pounced.