Part 3: I Know Who You Are

[Midnight – Three Days Later]

Three days have passed since my small breakdown but it felt like forever ago because I was in good company. Will and Hann had spent as much time with me as possible, keeping my thoughts off of bad things… aside from this case me and Will were working on at least.

But we weren't getting anywhere. There was no more evidence to collect, no more trails to follow. Nothing. We were stuck and Crawford wasn't happy with us.

"Goddammit, Will. I sent you there because you knew this guy. You're the best fucking profiler I have… No offense, Whisper."

I was sitting on the coffee table in front of Will, propping my feet up on his crossed legs. "No offense taken, Crawford."

"Good." Crawford let out a small cough and shifted some papers. "Anyways, I feel like you're sitting on your asses wasting precious time we don't have. This fuck is probably planning on taking another victim soon." Crawford paused to catch his breath. "Have you got anymore leads? Anything? Either of you?"

I arched my brows at Will but he only shrugged.

Hann walked in carrying two large cups of coffee he'd made for us. He'd pretty much taken over my kitchen and had bought me a new, fancy coffee machine.

As he took a seat beside Will he handed one cup to Will and the other to me, his fingers brushing lightly against my fingers as he let go. I took a sip of the warm, sweet liquid and smiled at him over the rim of the cup. Will gave a small grunt of approval.

While I was watching the two beautiful men sitting in front of me, Crawford coughed really loudly and started grumbling again. "Are you two ignoring me? I asked you a damn question."

I sat my cup down beside me, and shifted my feet off of Will's lap so that they were cushioned between both men. Hann's hand gently rested against my ankle, his thumb rubbing back and forth. Will's free hand moved to my other leg, except closer to my knee. "I'm sorry, Crawford. I was just taking a sip of coffee."

"A sip of coffee? Are you jerking my chain? We have a cannibal on the loose that is killing and eating people and you're ignoring my questions for a sip of coffee? What the fuck is wrong with this picture guys? Surely it's not that you're both slacking because if you are I'm going to pull you guys back to the States so fast you're not going to be able to say strawberry fucking strudel."

I covered my mouth, fighting not to laugh while Will hid his own laugher behind another sip of coffee.

Hann was the only one with a straight face. He wasn't a part of this case but he knew a lot from spending time at my house which had become the base of operations for this case. "Agent Crawford."

There was a small silence on Crawford's end of the phone before he spoke up. "Who's speaking?"

"My name is Dr. Hann Mathiasen. I'm Miss Whisper's psychiatrist. The one you require her to see."

Another silence, this time a little bit longer. "And why are you with Will and Whisper while I'm talking to them about an open serial killer case?"

I was about ready to jump to Hann's defense but he beat me to it. "I've worked with the FBI before on serial cases. I don't know everything about this case because I wasn't invited to be a part of it, but I couldn't help but notice a few details that could help our young Will and Miss Whisper."

I was shocked because he didn't know much about the case. Will turned his head slightly towards Hann but other than that, he didn't say a word.

Crawford broke the silence. "And what are these details, Dr. Mathiasen?"

"This man…"

"Cannibal."

Hann gave the smallest nod. "Pardon. This cannibal is only killing around London. He's selecting his victims for their easy access as well as their… rude nature. He probably knew them just barely enough to make them comfortable around him and then he pounced. He probably lives somewhere in London… or just outside London."

Hann's eyes never left mine as he spoke and I felt like he was speaking to me, not Crawford. I cocked my head to the side and just stared back.

Crawford's pen flying over paper was the only sound for about two minutes until he finally put it down and cracked his knuckles. "Dr. Mathiasen."

Crawford's calm voice shocked both Will and I and we both looked down at the phone. Hann shifted his tie and his finger's lightly danced across my calf. "Yes, Agent Crawford?"

"Would you like to work on this case with Will and Whisper?"

Before Hann could answer, Will grabbed the phone and turned it off speaker, getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen. "Crawford, I'm not comfortable having another psychiatrist on this case… not after what happened last time."

"No offense, Will, I know what you went through… but sometimes it takes us stepping out of our boxes and becoming uncomfortable in order to catch a killer like this."

Will's voice was shaky, something both Hann and I picked up all the way in the livingroom. "I'm not good with being outside my box… you don't want to see me outside my box, Crawford. I… I'm afraid of what I might become, of who I would become. You won't like me when I'm outside my box."

I stood up and went to go to Will but Hann looped his fingers around my wrist and stopped me. I turned slightly and stared down at him. He slowly stood up, his body brushing along mine until he was towering over me. "Wait."

"Hann… I… I don't want him hurt."

Hann reached up and caressed my cheek with his knuckles, letting go of my wrist. "I know."

He walked around me and headed into the kitchen. I heard him say something to Will and seconds later Will walked down the hallway and into my bedroom, closing the door. Hann was talking to Crawford again. "I'm going to have to decline helping on the case, Agent Crawford. Will's mind is too fragile. You have to understand that I work towards mending a person, not breaking them."

"Are you sure, Dr. Mathiasen?"

"I'm sure, Agent Crawford. Have a little faith in your agents."

"Alright. Tell Will and Whisper I'll call again in a few days to see how things are going. Tell them to keep me updated on whatever they find."

"I will." Hann hung up and pocketed the phone before walking out of the kitchen after Will. I just stood there for a minute, giving Hann some time to calm Will.

I rubbed my hands across my face and sighed. I wanted to protect Will and Hann. They had become precious to me, something I had never ever thought possible for me. It had only taken a short while for Will and Hann to pierce through my walls and bury themselves in my heart. Strange, since I had never cared about anyone but myself since before coming here.

I was fucked beyond reason. Fucked, fucked, fucked.

After waiting a reasonable amount of time I slowly made my way back to my room and knocked on my bedroom door. Hann spoke softly, letting me know I could come in.

As I walked through the door I saw Hann sitting on my bed with Will sitting in front of him, Hann's legs on either side of Will. Hann's arms were wrapped tightly around Will's chest and his face was buried against his shoulder. Will was relaxed against Hann.

I walked over to them and knelt in front of Will, slowly sliding my hands up his thighs, dragging my nails along the fabric. "Are you alright, Will?"

Hann stared down at me over his shoulder, his eyes black like they were in his office a few days ago… when I kissed him. Will opened one of his eyes and gave a weak smile. "I'm alright, Midnight. Just a little shaken."

"Is there anything I can do? Make some tea or something?"

Will swallowed roughly and I watched his Adam's apple bob. He reached down and slid his hand down along my hair, his eyes following the movement. "Would you be angry if I asked for a kiss?"

I blushed and looked down at my hands on his legs. I wanted to kiss him, but I wasn't sure how Hann would take it. I had kissed Hann only a few days ago. "I…"

Will gave a small laugh. "It's alright, Midnight. I was only joking."

I slowly lifted my head and looked at Hann, putting the question into the look I was giving him. I didn't want to hurt Hann and I didn't want to hurt Will.

Hann nodded his head and shocked me by pressing his own lips against Will's shoulder. Will tensed but I quickly stood up on my knees and grabbed his face, pressing my lips against his. They were soft, warm, and tasted like tears.

Will melted against Hann, allowing his body to relax as his hands wrapped around me, holding me tight. He wasn't gentle in kissing me and I didn't mind. His lips fed at mine, splitting the bottom one against my teeth. The taste of copper was the only thing that made Will pull away, his gaze following the trail of blood as it slid over my lip and down along my chin.

His pupils were completely dilated and focused on the red liquid. "You taste… nice."

I smiled and reached up to grab a handful of his hair, pulling his face back down toward mine. "So do you." Just as I pressed my lips back against Will's, Hann bit into his shoulder with a small growl. I pushed my way off of the floor, guiding Will's head by his curls until his throat was stretched back. While I devoured Will's lips, Hann left bite marks along his neck and shoulder.

By the time the both of us pulled away, Will was visibly shaking and I could feel his heart beating against my chest. "God."

Hann chuckled against Will's skin. "Not God, Will. Just us."

Will swallowed roughly again and just nodded his head up and down. I had never teamed up against someone like this, never kissed someone like that. It was new and I liked it a lot. I liked Will and Hann together a lot.

I tightened my grip in Will's silky curls and stared down into his dark, dark blue eyes. "Do you like me, Will?"

His voice was breathy and shaky. "Yes."

I watched Hann out of the corner of my eyes, gauging his reaction. All I saw was approval. "Do you like Hann?"

Will took a few seconds longer to answer that question but finally he nodded. "Yes."

I smiled and let go of his curls, allowing him to relax his neck. I slowly traced a finger along his scruffy jaw. "Will you let the both of us comfort you the only way we know how to comfort?"

His voice faltered for a second. "I…"

I reached my other hand up and cupped Hann's cheek, holding both of the men that I cared for. "I don't want to see you afraid, Will."

"I want you both… with me… now… here… I…" He ducked his head and stopped talking.

I moved slightly back from Will and reached down, starting to slowly unbutton his shirt. Hann moved his hands down to rest beside him as he watched me with his black burning eyes. I enjoyed that look; it was a look full of possession and desire.

When I unbuttoned as far as I could I jerked the rest of Will's shirt out of his pants and popped the remaining buttons so that I could spread the fabric away from his smooth, muscled chest. His stomach rippled as I reached down and trailed a finger along the soft, slightly dark hair the trailed beneath his pants. "You are so beautiful." Just beneath his trail of hair was a smooth crescent scar that scooped from one hip to the other. I played my fingers along it, knowing that this was the scar that caused Will to be afraid.

Hann moved finally, scooting back so that he could pull Will's shirt down his arms and off, tossing it somewhere across the room. I knelt down again and quickly pulled Will's shoes and socks off, tossing them aside. Hann beat me to his belt so I just sat back and watched as he tugged it through each loop, jerking Will's body each time.

Will had his eyes closed and his head back, each breath lifting his chest up and down. I tentatively laid my fingers against his skin again, feeling it burn my fingertips. Will lifted his head and watched as I leaned forward while Hann started unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. I pressed a soft kiss just above his scar. He sucked in a sharp breath but didn't stop either of us.

Hann shifted again, to the side this time, as he pulled Will backwards. "Lay and don't move. If you move I will stop Midnight and make you get dressed. Do you understand me?" Will nodded his head but his eyes were on me as I started tugging his pants down his legs, brushing the curly hair on his thighs. Hann gave a warning growl and jerked Will's head back by his curls. "Do you understand, Will? If I tell you to do something, you do it. No question and no hesitations. Do. You. Understand?"

Will voiced rasped out. "Yes."

Hann leaned down and pressed his lips against Will's, exploring him he way he'd wanted to for so many years. Will whimpered but he didn't move except to clutch at the bed sheets, fisting them tightly. When Hann pulled away I'd finished pulling Will's pants off and Will was panting for breath. "Good boy."

I slowly stood up and peered down at the treasure before me; Will nearly naked and Hann aggressively commanding him. I shivered in delight.

Hann looked up at me and he possessively ran his eyes up and down my body. His voice was low, purring out his commands as he took control of the both of us. He was dominate. Very dominate. "Take your clothes off, Midnight. I think we both want to see you."

I swallowed, unsure if I wanted them to see my scars. "Promise me."

I didn't even have to say anything else, Will and Hann both understood.

Hann slowly scooted off the bed and Will propped himself up on his elbows as Hann walked over to me. He trailed his fingers up my left arm until he was behind me. He reached around and buried his face against my neck, blowing softly until I gave a small laugh. "You don't have to hide when you're with us, Midnight. We all have scars. We all know pain. Take your clothes off."

I reached up and slowly unbuttoned the dress I'd been wearing, letting it slip off my shoulders when I'd unbuttoned it to my waist. As it pooled around my feet I grabbed my slip and pulled it over my head as Hann ran his weathered palms up my back, following the silk until it was no longer reachable.

When my slip had joined my dress, Hann gently unsnapped my bra, curling his fingers beneath the strap so that he could press his body against my back and slid the bra off. He let it drop to the floor as Will watched him cup my scarred breasts. They overflowed even his large hands and he hummed his approval, squeezing them gently, his thumbs rubbing along the curling scars.

I was ashamed of my body. "He scarred my body until I hate looking at it."

Will slowly pushed himself off the bed and Hann allowed it as he stepped forward, his own scar visible in the light. He touched the scars trailing down my stomach. "But you're beautiful, Midnight. So beautiful."

He stepped the last step forward and cupped my cheeks, pulling my face up so that he could kiss me. He was gentle this time. I could still feel his hunger, his need, but he was gentle. Reassuring. Loving.

While Will kissed me, Hann gently pulled my panties down my legs, his warm lips laying their own kisses along my cheeks and the back of my legs. He lifted on foot and then the other before tossing my panties across the room to join Will's clothes. Now it was just him that was fully dressed and Will in his handsome blue boxers.

Hann moved around me and started undressing, loosening his tie and pulling it off; draping his suit jacket and vest over one of my chairs; slipping his shirt out of his pants as he first unbuttoned the cuffs and then the rest of the buttons before letting it slid off of him; then he toed off one perfectly shined shoe and then the other, pushing them beneath the chair as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it off as well; he leaned down, balancing perfectly as he pulled his dress socks off and laid them over the arm of the chair; finally came his pants and his boxer briefs all in one motion, stripping his body naked.

By then Will and I had stopped kissing and we were watching Hann.

As he turned to face the both of us we both sucked in a deep, sharp breath. His body was muscular and well defined, signs that he enjoyed taking care of his body. Fluffing along his chest were curls of light brown and silver hair, making him even sexier than fuck. But the most prized picture was standing straight out, the veins visible even from where we were standing.

I swallowed nervously; suddenly afraid of what was fixing to happen. I took a step behind Will and laid my head against one of his sexy shoulder blades. "I'm scared."

Hann slowly walked forward and Will turned around, scooping me into his arms, practically dancing me into Hann's. They hugged me, cotton boxers and a raging hard-on pressing against me in the front and Hann's bare throbbing cock pressed against my ass.

In one ear Will started telling me how beautiful he'd thought I was that first day and how amazing he thought I was and how strong I was. Hann whispered in the other that he would never hurt me nor would he allow anyone else to hurt me.

By the time they both pulled away I had tears in my eyes. They loved me and I loved them.

Screw only knowing them for a certain period of time. Screw all three of us being fucked up. If a man could look at my body and call me beautiful and promise to kill anyone else who'd hurt me then I could love them.

I flashed both of them a smile and stepped away from them, moving over to the bed. I turned and scooted backwards onto it. "Come here."

Will quickly slid his boxers off in one smooth, quick motion before he took the first step toward me and crawled onto the bed, moving to press against my right side, his skin completely bare this time. Hann didn't crawl, it was more like he prowled across the bed until he could drape around my left side. Their hands slid along my body, Will cupping one breast as Hann slid his hand down to play with the triangle of black curls between my legs. I allowed them to fall open so that he could have access. One of his long fingers slid just between my lips, rubbing against my clit.

The shock of sensations made me arch upwards against his hand and he chuckled. "Easy, Midnight."

I narrowed my eyes at Hann for a few seconds. "Fuck you."

He grinned in a very predatory way. "Oh, I plan on it… and I plan on having Will fuck you and then the both of us fuck you and then I'll take Will as he takes you until your body can't even twitch from exhaustion."

I swallowed roughly, knowing I was barely going to live through the night. "Fuck."

Hann's finger slid all the way into my nether lips and pushed its way inside of me, his laughter rumbling out of his chest as I gasped at the sensation of his finger filling me. "Exactly."

After several round of exhausting sex between all three of us, I lay exhausted on the bed, sandwiched between my two men, staring at the ceiling.

For one of the first times in my life I felt relaxed. Will was sleeping, his poor body bruised, worn, and exhausted. Hann had made mad love to him until Will had dropped from unconsciousness.

Right now he was sleeping on his side, his body curled and facing towards me and Hann. Hann was still awake… How? I had no clue. He was like a machine.

At the moment though his left hand was tracing the arch of my hip and he was watching me. "Are you alright, Midnight?"

I turned my body slightly so that I could see him over my shoulder. "Yah… probably for the first time since before…" I lifted my hand and flopped it around as if it could express what I was trying to say.

Hann understood. "It makes me happy then."

I scooped up Hann's hand, rolling the rest of the way onto my back so that I could slowly trace the smooth, barely visible scars that were the only thing marring Hann's beautiful body. "Will you stay with me and Will for as long as possible?"

Hann frowned down at me. "Why would you ask such a thing?"

I peeked over at Will to ensure that he was asleep and his small barely audible snores told me he was. I looked back up Hann and reached up to push back a messed up lock of his silver and brown hair. "I know who you are, Hann."

The only sign that Hann knew what I was talking about was the slight flinch of his eyes. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, Midnight. You'll have to be more specific."

His voice was suddenly neutral, calm, blank… scary. But I wasn't afraid of him. Not like I had been with the Collector. Somehow I knew I wasn't this man's victim. I was his treasure.

I lowered my hand down to the bite mark that bruised and cut into my skin above my right breast. I traced along the mark, flaking the dried blood. Hann had marked me as his. He'd marked Will too in the same place. "There is only one thing that sparked a memory about one of the victims of the cannibal Will and I are chasing."

I pressed one of my nails down against the teeth marks and tore my skin back open, sucking in a soft breath as my blood blossomed along the indents of the teeth. I looked back up Hann and found his eyes on my blood, lips slightly parted. "Out of the women you killed… rare as your victims were these past few years… one of them bore a bite mark on her inner thigh. It wasn't as deep as this, not meant to be as… permanent as this… but it's the same size as your teeth. I don't need a molding of the mark or your teeth to know this. I can feel it in my skin. I can feel it as I trace along the dips in my flesh. It was your teeth, Hann."

Hann's burning eyes shifted up to mine as I saw his hunger there, his monster he hid so well. "Are you sure, love?" He trailed his fingers up my arm and inched them around my neck as if he would strangle me, but the pressure remained light.

"I know who you are, Hannibal… Lecter… Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Cannibal…" I paused to gauge the effect of my words. He didn't even flinch this time. "… and my lover."

Hannibal rolled onto his hands and knees and draped himself over my body, kneeing my legs apart so that he could settle his flesh against my own. I could feel the power of his body, power that hummed from deep inside of him. It was as if he'd thrown his mask off but at the same time he hadn't been wearing a mask. He'd been himself, just hiding a small portion of who he was. Now I could see him in the raw and it sped my pulse up as I burned with desire for him.

"How perceptive you are, my love, how perceptive indeed. The only other person to find out who I am was Will…" His eyes flicked to where Will was still curled into a ball. "My precious mongoose."

"Mongoose?"

Hannibal chuckled and scraped his teeth against my collarbone, making me arch upwards. I could feel him hard and ready between my legs but he made no move to enter me. "When I was first working with Will before he found out who I was, I told him that Crawford thought of him as a fragile teacup. Will asked my opinion of him and I told him that I thought of him as the mongoose I would like under my porch when the snake slithered by."

I smiled up at him, finally understanding. Will was definitely a mongoose. He was deceptively strong. "I guess that makes sense." I wrapped my legs around Hannibal's waist, locking my ankles behind his back. I made a small rocking movement and loved watching as Hannibal's eyes slid shut above me. "I accept you, Hannibal. Cannibal or no."

Hannibal slowly reached down in between us and guided himself into me, pushing quickly until he was sheathed all the way, stretching and filling me, his body connected to mine in the most intimate way possible.

His hands reached up and buried themselves in my long hair, fisting tightly so that he could pull my head back. He nipped along my throat. "Why accept me when I'm as much as, if not more of a monster, then the man who'd hurt you in the past?"

I tried to wiggle beneath Hannibal, urging him to move, but he didn't. He stopped nipping and stared down at me, commanding me with his beautiful eyes to tell him.

I reached up and traced along the bow of his upper lip. "There is a quote that has haunted me for a long time and I finally understand what it means. Marianne Williamson once said, "Until we have seen someone's darkness, we don't really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is." That's why I can accept you, because you've accepted my own darkness and you've forgiven it."

Hannibal started to say something but I leaned upward and cut him off with a kiss. When I pulled away I continued. "Not with words, Hannibal, but through your actions. Through the way you see me… and the way you see Will."

Hannibal buried his face into the hollow of my throat and his chest rumbled against mine as he spoke. "I've only loved four people in my life, Midnight. My precious sister, Mischa; my precious mongoose, Will; Agent Starling when she came to see me when I was imprisoned and when I had escaped; and…." Hannibal moved until he was looked back down at me. He pressed soft kisses across my face, along the bridge of my nose, against my closed eyelids. "Now you."

I felt tears burn at the corners of my eyes but I blinked them away as Hannibal slowly started to pull out of me, his body in complete control.

I moaned as he began snapping his hips forward and slowly pulling out. He was pure torture. He knew how to use his body. I slid my arms around to his back and sank my nails into his skin, pressing hard enough to reopen my previous scratch marks. His back rippled as he sighed in pleasure and started picking up the pace, hitting the very end of me with each thrust. He bit against my neck over and over and devoured me. I could feel the burning needy sensation of my climax as he thrust away and I began whimpering.

There was a soft groan beside us from Will and I slowly turned my head, stilling my body in case he woke up. He only groaned again and rolled onto his back. His breath was laboured and I took a peek down his naked body, watching as his cock grew hard. It was a beautiful sight but cut short when Hannibal gripped my jaw, stopping his movements so that he was barely inside of me. He growled down to me in a strong, commanding voice that had no option of refusal. "Look at me, Midnight. Me. Watch as I worship your body."

He shifted back to sit on his heels and jerked my hips upwards onto his thighs so that my body was arched and open to him. He was almost cruel as he thrust forward. It was painful but it was also what I liked.

I couldn't form words but I screamed in my mind. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gods dammit. Fuck. Hannibal. Fuck."

He smiled down at me as if he knew what I was screaming in my mind, flashing his teeth and growling with each thrust. The muscles in his arms flexed as he moved in and out, over and over, abusing my tender flesh.

I looked away from Hannibal's face to where our flesh was repeatedly married together with such force the headboard was smacking against the wall. Lights started floating around me as my eyes rolled backwards and my body arched until it looked like I would break my back.

That's when Will's hands slid beneath my back to support me and his lips found my right breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth. He was definitely not asleep anymore.

I convulsed as the flames of my orgasm raged over me. Hannibal growled possessively and sped up, his movements becoming less controlled as he fought his body for control.

Hannibal's deep thrusts brought wave after wave of orgasm until I felt him tense above me and his cock pulse inside where I was squeezing him tightly. He thrust once, twice more before he spilt his seed inside of me. It burned and filled me and I slumped back down against the bed as Hannibal leaned forward and laid a kiss against my stomach before pulling slowly out of me.

He looked at Will who was watching him as he pulled out. "Take her, Will. I want to see the both of you together."

Will moved to where Hannibal had been and his hands squeezed my thighs as he looked down at me open and vulnerable, slick and wet from Hannibal's abuse. His nails pressed into my skin and I sucked in a deep breath as I looked down my body at him. "Will."

"Turn onto your stomach."

I slowly rolled over, my body nearly refusing to work. Being fucked this many times in one night should be impossible but Hannibal and Will were greedy men… needy men. Hungry men.

When I was lying on my stomach, Will wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted my hips upwards until my butt was sticking up in the air in a very undignified manner. I clutched the damp sheets beneath me as he slowly pushed his way inside of me. When he was as far as he could go he stopped and ran his hands down my back, tracing over my scars. I shivered and wiggled my hips, making him groan softly. He started moving, torturing me with each slow plunge.

Hannibal slowly slid down onto the bed and turned onto his side so that he could watch the both of us. I turned my head sideways and watched him as Will worked himself in and out of me.

I let go of the sheet with my left hand and reached out to Hannibal. He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing one knuckle after the other.

Will, usually non-aggressive, smacked my ass sharply. I snapped my head upwards and narrowed my eyes at him over my shoulder. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling until I was forced to rise upwards onto my hands. He pressed his body against mine until he could whisper roughly into my ear. "It's my turn, Midnight. Not his." His hands found my breasts as he started moving again in painfully delicious snaps, the sound of his body hitting mine mixing with my moans.

It wasn't long before my body clenched tightly around Will's thrusting cock and I started to spasm with my orgasm. I let out a loud sob of pleasure as he started going fast, pushing harder, losing any form of control. His seed burned deep inside of me as he thrust one last time, his hands squeezing my breasts tightly and his teeth buried into my shoulder.

I slumped forward onto my stomach and Will followed, being careful not to squish me with his body. "Gods…" I struggled to catch my breath. I felt Will shift all the way off of me and curl up onto his side where Hannibal had been laying previously. I slowly rolled onto my back so that I could stare up at the ceiling. "Gods, I don't think I can do it anymore. I can barely move. Fuck, I can barely see straight."

Hannibal reached out and traced his knuckles down my sweaty arm. "Good. I told you that you wouldn't be able to even twitch from exhaustion."

I rolled my eyes and moved onto my side so that I could spoon against Hannibal's warm naked body. Will grunted as he did the same and pushed his beautiful ass against me as I wrapped my arm around his waist and Hannibal draped his hand across my arm, hugging the both of us.

Hannibal buried his face against my neck. "Always mine, Midnight."

I smiled as I slipped off to sleep. I felt safe with Hannibal and Will on either side of me, sleeping, protecting me, loving me.