Authors Note: Who asked for second helpings of Adam?

This story is supply on demand because it's not one of the outlines series I already have on the go.

So If you want more ask for it or it's not going to happen. You've been warned.

I don't own Hannibal.

Not. Beta. Read.

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02

Dressed in satin pajamas that slid like cool water over his skin Adam followed Hannibal into the basement.

It was inspiring.

Meat hooks, cages, fridges, slabs, saws, stainless steel and enough medical equipment to make a hospital jealous created the kill room that was Hannibal's basement. It was beautiful in its complexity, drawing Adam in like a moth to the flame. "You've used everything in here." He said as he walked the cold floor in bandaged feet. The thick gauze protecting his soles though not his toes from the chill as he moved from one instrument of death to the next, falling into visions of blood and flesh and Hannibal.

He could tell with one sweeping look that Hannibal used his equipment regularly and cleaned it scrupulously. A forensic team would be hard pressed to find any amounts of DNA lingering on the doctor's equipment with the smell of bleach lingering in the air and gleam of spotless metal.

It reinforced his earlier suspicions, he was a doctor. His medical knowledge having already made itself known to Adam though the care of his feet and head, the provided evidence of scalpels and IV drips reaffirming this as he touched a hook over head to make it swing.

"Of course," Hannibal smiled, watching as his angel moved through his fortress of death with an air of wonderment. Touch lingering over hooks and knives he could already see Adam's mind turning over the methods for each tool and their practicality.

"And you eat them." It was said almost curiously as he ran his finger along a saws edge, looking into a sink with a garbage disposal switch at its side. "Are you looking forward to watching me cannibalize?" He asked without looking, eyes following a ceiling runner to the convenient floor drain and further still to the steel door of a walk in freezer.

Hannibal watched him explore, allowing him the freedom to touch and see with both hands and eyes as he absorbed the meaning behind each piece of equipment and saw the death of a sounder. "Does that upset you Adam?"

He opened the freezer, examining the standing form of a beautiful woman waiting to be made into art. "No."

"Do you believe that is your opinion or a reflection of my own?" He took the freezer door in hand to slide the steel mass shut, bringing the attention of blue grey eyes to settle on his lips.

"You're a predator," he answered simply, "as a predator you feed on the flesh of lesser beings. Why would I take offense? Your offer to share your kill with me places me higher on the food chain, you see me as an equal." He was preening for Adam like a peacock dancing for its mate.

Adam wanted to join in that dance, "You should feed me doctor," he said leaning closer to bringing the strong form of a body firmer than it appeared against his own to let the ghost of lips dance across the cannibals, "and then you should tell me how you did it."

He pushed his back against the freezer and kissed him hard enough to bruise, gripping the younger man by the globes of his ass to lift him up and encourage lithe legs to encompass his tapered waist, crushing Adam between body and door.

They were killers, alphas and predators. Monsters hiding in plain sight among the sheep they hunted. Disguised in their prey to blend into the crowd with fake smiles of needle point teeth to fool the masses and lure their next victim to their death.

Adam moaned, arching as a mouth took to his throat to mark the flesh there in a chain of amethyst and onyx. He had a skin hunger, Adam realized as he carded slender fingers through hair the color of silver streaked wheat, he wanted to feel skin against his own in a nearly desperate way. "You're lonely aren't you?" He whispered, breath catching as he felt the swell of a cock grind against his ass.

"I was," he corrected, stealing his breath with another kiss to swallow moans as their grinding hips dragged a cry from him. "But I do not believe I will be lonely for much longer Adam. Do you?"

"I don't know if I'm lonely. Only that I'm alone, was alone." A twisted smile of shadow and death drew his lips and he licked his way into Hannibal's mouth. "I'm not alone anymore."

He would have taken him there against the steel door of the freezer despite its crass carnality if not for the absence of lubricant. He would not hurt this creature in their love making, in their joining of one flesh and one mind. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

"Aren't you the proper monster?" He teased, rubbing himself against the erection that pressed into him. "There's a bed here. I want you to fuck me on that one." He wasn't done looking at the room.

Adam was temptation incarnate, the embodiment of the serpent who had tempted Eve with the Apple of Eden. He followed the line of his gaze to a dissection table, a large stainless steel slab on wheels with six point restraints for the livestock he brought home. It made his cock jump to see the salacious look in stormy eyes.

"Don't be rude, Adam." He warned pulling the body tighter to his own as he walked them to the pointed table. "That's how I fill my fridges."

"With the rude?" he barked a laugh, catching the shell of his ear between teeth to pinch. This man he'd wrapped himself around was power and control in all the darkest ways that made his blood a living thing within his veins. He wanted to see that power render flesh and ruin that consuming control with the contours of his body beneath broad blood stained hands. "You'll never go hungry."

The table was cold against his ass as Hannibal sat him on it, the feel of steel like ice to his skin through the fabric of borrowed satin. He arched his neck revealing throat as fingers fell down the front of his shirt to open buttons and present freshly cleaned flesh begging to be ruined. "Nor will you."

His smile was the pull of deep satisfaction edged with blood and discord. "I like that thought." Adam said pushing away layers of brushed wool and fine silk. It was another piece of the killers camouflage he realized, an armor he wore atop his finely crafted person suit to conceal the dense muscle and long quick limbs used for relinquishing life.

This was a clever monster he was about to join himself with was a ruler of chaos, standing head and shoulders above the rest of their kind to remain unequaled by his peers. Fingers made calloused by a life forgotten followed the hard swell of a firm shoulder to the powerful bicep he gripped to pull the slightly larger man onto the table with him.

He complied to the silent demand, climbing onto the narrow surface to crawl over his Adam, "You're beautiful," thin lips whispered as stormy eyes unfocused to recreate the murder of men and woman strapped where they lay. Screaming their pleas until tongues were cut free and organs were harvested from their living flesh.

It made him shiver. "Beautiful?" Adam propped himself on elbows to look down the length of his too skinny body through unkept curls of drying chocolate. "I don't see beauty," he smirked, "I see a stray." He touched a too prominent rib and wondered why it was he allowed himself to become so thin. "Starved and lost." His hand was taken by another, brought to a face older than his own though he wouldn't know by how many years until he remembered.

"You are not lost anymore Adam. You are creating a new life for yourself while you await the return of your old one, a vacation from your past." Lips spoke into the flesh of his palm and down his wrist. "But if you are a stray than I am your keeper. If you are hungry than I shall feed you," A tongue darted out to taste his pulse point and make storms dilate, "If you are cold then I will clothe you, warm you." He covered Adan's slighter body with his own, making their flesh seamlessly on the table.

Ashen hair tickled his skin as the cannibal nuzzled his palm. "I will protect you if you cannot protect yourself."

"I don't need protection," It was said with all the grace of a killer, an unknown equal, "but I will ward off the loneliness that haunts you." Their lips met in chaste presses as their bodies entertained, the flesh of their swelling erections pressing together to draw moans from each with grinding hips.

"I would like to see you hunt Adam." He requested, pulling back to kiss his way down the younger man's chest. He wanted to witness his glory as Adam delivered brutality upon those undeserving of life.

"You show me yours I'll show you mine." He answered between hitching breaths as a nipple was captured to suck and nip. "Quid pro quo." He bit his lip when that mouth continued south, biting a path over the curve of his hip to kiss his at the base of his cock.

It had his fingers knotting in hair. "A most agreeable suggestion," he murmured against the base of his stomach as hands parted legs to drape over broad shoulders and hands parted the mounds of his ass. Adam fought not to twist within his new lovers grasp when a tongue pressed against his hole, the slick muscle pushing into him.

"Hannibal," His angel moaned in a plea as he teased the entrance of his body. It made him wonder of the boy's life before. The lovers he may have shared himself with and what, if any, of them had been male.

It was a fruitless thought as a gift was already set before him. Whoever this man had been before was meaningless. He was Adam now and he was as new to the world as a babe, born into the night naked and bloody as beings were in their beginning.

For Adam Hannibal would be his first.

It fueled his hunger with a fire to possess as he thought of such a gift bestowed unto him. It would be no small token to take this from his Adam and it was one he wished to have cherished between them.

Licking his lips he turned smoldering eyes to the flushed face panting man beneath him, a heat of passion spreading across his cheeks and down his chest. It was almost as beautiful as the moonlight and blood. "How much do you remember of your old self Adam?" He leaned forward folding him in half as he opened a drawer on the table side to produce a jaw of medical lubricant.

"Nothing," He shifted against the position, his hips unused to the fold he was being held in as fingers were slicked and touched to his opening, "I don't know if I've done this before." He answered with a sense of knowing. The empathy Hannibal had showing itself with an uncanny understanding, "But whether I have or haven't this is a first for Adam." He knew the ins and outs of sex enough to suggest he'd partaken of it, but that was it. How much? How often? They fell under the same unknowns as the rest of his life. For all he knew he was a five star stripper from Las Vegas.

He knew Hannibal would be aiming for the prostate and that with his medical knowledge he would bring Adam to his end with a thrashing scream if he so desired. The man would be as precise and meticulous with helping Adam to his edge and pushing him over as he was with the methodical nature of his killings.

"You will give this to me?" It would mean so much more if Adam saw the gift in the same light as Hannibal.

"I will if you get on with it." The position wasn't the most comfortable and he wanted to have sex, not talk about it.

The barest pull of smile was his only warning before he was breached, surprising a gasp from his mouthy Adam. Watching his face Hannibal pushed all the way to the knuckle and hooked, catching the prostate to make his body jolt beneath him. He wore pleasure so beautifully.

Adam would have praised God if he knew what deity to believe in. Instead he praised the man above him. "Hannibal!" He wanted to arch off the platform and twist with the pleasure coursing through him like an electric shock. He was desperate to rake fingers over flesh and thrash against the body above him, but with his legs hooked over shoulder and his body folded with the weight of his lover against him. He couldn't move; only quiver and jerk when the thrust of a finger within him, making his body sing like a well-tuned instrument.

"I warned you about being rude." He kissed the gasping mouth as he added another digit, stretching him with a scissor to open the tight ring of muscle within as he pushed against the ball of nerves that made his body twist.

"Rewarding for bad behaviour isn't the best kind of training Hannibal." He taunted tracing his lip with the tip of a tongue before catching it between teeth as he craned to reveal throat and tempt his tormentor. A third and fourth were added forcing him open as stormy eyes focused on the varying saws and drills that lined one wall.

He could already see it as though he were there. The body of a squealing pig strapped to the table he was being fucked against, tears streaking their face in fear and terror as he stood above them to open their chest with scrapple and saw, breaking the ribs and making them watch as he extracted their lungs to cut free. Holding the fluffy organ in hand as their terror consumed them.

It would only take one slice to sever the flow of air and watch them suffocate. He could even hold their shuttering heart to feel its end, lose himself in their eyes to drink their fear like wine while awaiting deaths cold grasp together.

He came back reeling, his body jerking with every thrust that pushed into him to stroke the cluster of nerves sending him toward his peek. "You're mistaking punishment for reward," Were spoken against his gasping mouth.

He wondered what it was Adam had seen within his mind to make his heart race, he desperately wished to join him in that bone cage to see what wonders roamed within. Driving into him again and gripped him at his base just as lips fell open and eyes blew wide, the burst of a nebula blinding his vision as he climaxed, coming without a single touch to his weeping cock.

Pupils rimmed with the barest line of blue searched maroon as his end was denied, the hold too tight to allow his release even as fingers continued to stroke against his core. "You're cruel Hannibal." He gasped as thin lips found his own in a gentle kiss, contrasting beautifully against his painful denial.

"I am," He released him as he backed away from the edge that had almost taken him, easing Adam into a more comfortable position with legs settled around his waist. With a sweep of lube over his swollen cock Hannibal leaned over his bringer of death and pushed inside with one smooth motion. "But I will not be cruel to you."

Adam felt every inch of the heavy cock fill him. It was larger than the fingers that had stretched him before, leaving him feeling too full as he tried to relax around the sudden girth.

"You are the angel of death who has found himself lost on this earth." He kissed him, shifting his hips to draw himself to the tip before pushing back in with the same slow motion. "But you will not be lost for much longer, we will carve a place for you in this world." He watched Adam take him, the shuttering pleasure that coursed through him with every languid pump of his cock into the yielding flesh.

Adam wore emotion like a second skin, his eyes alight with desire and passion as he locked his ankles at the small of his back to urge him deeper, faster.

"You're very poetic," Adam kissed into his jaw, catching the skin of his throat between teeth to suck his own mark into flesh. He was beautiful in all the ways a creature of carnage and death could be. His body a cage of possession and power wrapped around Adam as they made love in the room of a hundred deaths. Adam watched the every one of them from his back, gripping their killer to adore his flesh with bruising kisses to match the chain of onyx made across his own.

They would be equals in the kingdom of their chaos, wearing crowns of bone and shrouds of blood. Gasping as another thrust flooded him with pleasure he wondered if he had always been so twisted or if something had broken him long ago to make him this way. He wondered if there were wanted posts for him with a reward printed under an unflattering mug shot or if he was as invisible to the flock as Hannibal.

"Your mind wonders Adam," Hannibal accused accurately, flagging thrusts the only sign of how close he sat to his end. "Tell me what it is you see."

"I see a kingdom of blood," he gasped between thrusts, his body shaking as he was brought closer to peek once more, "and it's ruler above me." It was the flesh he caught between his teeth that kept him quiet as he came, body tense as his pleasure made a mess between them.

Adam was unsure whether his end urged Hannibal's or if the man had been waiting for Adam to finish before taking his own, but the feel of liquid heat filling him as his lover stilled above with a sign of release a few moments later singled his end.

He fell back on the slab with a sigh, fucked out and satisfied enough to sleep on the stainless steel he lay upon. He closed his eyes to let as much be known.

"You need to be cleaned again." He observed, running the pad of his thumb along the curve of a stubbled cheek.

Adam turned to catch that thumb between his teeth, the barest slit of eyes made sky blue from lust peeking back at him. "I'll shower in the morning." He closed them again, laying back.

"At least let us take this to an actual bed." He encouraged, easing free his flaccid cock to slip from the table.

"You don't like the bed I picked?" Adam sighed but got up to follow, the promise of a proper mattress winning out over his laziness. His feet still hurt from walking on gravel for hours, but it wasn't enough to have him asking for a hand getting up the stairs.

"You are certainly welcome to sleep in the basement if you'd like. But you may find it lacking." Hannibal answered as he gathered their discarded clothes. He would hang them for dry cleaning once Adam was settled.

"Like blanks? Or you?" He followed the killer earning a quick look as they ascended the stairs.

"Both."

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The bedroom was just as elaborate as the rest of the house, decorated in bold masculine colors with two walk in closets and an ensuite that put the downstairs washroom to shame. He'd barely taken notice of the number of doors except that he'd needed to find a bathroom to take a piss or not even that small detail would have been registered. He was tired from whatever his day had consisted of and the bed donned in silk sheets the shade of sapphires was too tempting for Adam to turn from in favor of exploring room or house. Those would wait until morning.

Dropping on to a bed softer than clouds he stretched sore muscles until his joints groaned in protest, relaxing into the soft bedding to let his eyes fall shut as he waited for Hannibal to join him.

Adam realized that at some point he must have dozed because he woke up to the feeling of still damn skin between his thighs and over stomach with the warmth of blankets draped over him and the weight of another at his side.

Rolling over he found Hannibal reading from an iPad, his ashen hair sticking damp to skin from his shower. "Would you rather I slept in a guest room?" Adam asked despite having about as much interest in moving as a sloth.

Thin lips pulled into a smile as sanguine eyes slid from the iPad to Adam. "I would rather you share my bed." He took his chin in the curl of a finger and met him in a kiss. "But if you would rather take the night to yourself it will only take a moment to ready a guest room for you."

Adam didn't answer, at least not in words. Instead he curled himself into Hannibal's side, resting his head on the broader man's chest as he slipped back to sleep.

He watched Adam as his breathing slowed, dark lashes creating crescent moons against his cheeks as he slept. "If there is a God then he must have truly love me." He said unto deaf ears.

There was no other explanation for the good fortune of the angel curled against him. Combing fingers through feathery curls he returned to his reading, finding his place in the Tattle Crime article outlining the sudden disappearance of FBI Special Agent William Graham, the profiler currently pursuing several ongoing high profile criminals, including the Chesapeake Ripper.

He smiled fondly at the picture of a quiet man hiding behind thick rimmed glasses he didn't need and ill fitted clothing. His darling Adam.

Wasn't that interesting?

TBC

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End Notes: Thank you for reading, your Favorites are playing with meat hooks and drills, your reviews are bouncing on Hannibal's bed.