Chapter 24

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The three of them snuck away to the wooded land of WolfTrap, Virginia because they needed a weekend away from the world.

There were reporters milling around the Lecter house and trying to get interviews even when they have been told multiple times that they wouldn't get one. There was still an investigation happening with Leroy Harris' mental state, and Hannibal was supposed to help with that later on in the week.

WolfTrap was quiet, but the Graham house was not.

In moments like these, it reminded Hannibal why he didn't let both of them help cook with him.

Will threatened to carry Saskia out to the river and chuck her into it if she didn't stop trying to cover him in flour. She just pouted and brushed her hands free of the flour, watching as Will turned around to grab something. He turned back and spoke, suddenly jumping back as Saskia put a spoon of sugar into his mouth.

They each had something they liked to do with the others to relax.

Hannibal would try to teach them a new recipe, and smack Saskia's flour covered hand when it wandered too close to his behind, or when her hand wandered too close to the salt and vegetable seasoning. She liked her food extra everything, he knew and he knew she would always sneak extra salt into her food if possible. Will had a preference for the more savoury side of things, liking his BBQ meats and roasted dinners.

He had to cast them out of the kitchen before they made a mess, telling them to go fish for a few hours and give him time to finish up. Saskia didn't eat fish still, probably never would, but she liked fishing and Will liked teaching her how to fish. They dressed and headed out for the river, leaving the dogs to nap around the house as Hannibal would look after them.

Will and Saskia came back soaking wet with a fish and huge grins lining their faces each. It was like looking at two half drowned cats that still managed to swallow the goldfish. Hannibal just waved them upstairs, telling them they didn't have time to mess around in there so they had to split up and shower quickly.

"A chicken dish with sweet and sour sauce, egg fried rice and prawn crackers," Hannibal said, placing down all of their plates before sitting down at the head of the table. "With the alteration of tofu for Saskia since she loves tofu."

"Hmm…Tofu…" Saskia closed her eyes a little in memory before they began to eat. She loved the pieces of sweet and sour pineapple in the sauce, the savory and sweetness added to the natural sourness of the fruit.

Was pineapple a fruit?

She didn't know.

Saskia smiled, lifting her hand to her mouth as she remembered something. She shook her head, trying not to laugh while she had food in her mouth.

"What is it?"

She gestured to the plate, finishing her mouthful. "The last time Hannibal made Chinese, he told me he was a cannibal."

Will leaned towards Hannibal, making the man lean forward too as Will's eyes flickered between Saskia and Hannibal. "She laughed, didn't she?"

He nodded, the curl of the lip telling them he remembered the day. "She snorted. "

Saskia's smile dropped and she narrowed her eyes at them both as they smiled at her. She had to drop the insulted face, she was still finding it funny to this day. "I kept laughing because Hannibal, Cannibal. I had to laugh. Come on, Will. Even you have to find it funny."

Will just nodded and tried to find his laugh.

Hannibal tilted his sake cup before bringing it to his lips. "I do not eat my equals. They're pigs, always rude swine that never know when to shut their mouths."

"You have just described a large amount of the human population, Hannibal," Will ate his chicken. "An absurdly large amount of the human population. Your criteria for the killings has always confused me."

"What is there to be confused about?" Hannibal tilted his head. "I choose those that have no negative impact on society if they were removed. It might brighten someone's day to know that they were dead, it very much brightens mine."

Will took another bite. "And we get a very delicious meal out of it."

"The one thing I will never eat is an eyeball. I mean it, Hannibal." Saskia gave him a no nonsense look.

He just smiled at that but nodded nonetheless. "Even I do not indulge in them."

"Says the man that ate a whole, drowned bird, bones and all," Saskia remembered when that happened, and gagged lightly. "I'm just grateful it wasn't fish."

"You still have a great distaste for fish,"

"Yep." She finished her sake cup in a few short gulps.

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The pack was whimpering and whining.

The three killers were in bed, all half asleep as the dogs' whining became louder and louder until Hades huffed and did a small howl, followed by Countess and Winston. The three humans didn't move, only gripping each other closer before relaxing so they could cuddle.

Hannibal laid in the middle, keeping the other two warm as they slept with their heads tucked under his chin and allowed him to reassure himself that they were there and at home with him. He knew both of them were awake but just ignored the dogs, wiggling closer to his warmth as the bedding pooled near their entwined legs.

"Hades, Countess, Winston, shut up." Saskia lifted her head and glared at the dogs before tucking her head back down.

"There are several more hours before we even need to think of getting up," Hannibal said lowly, his voice almost a whisper but it made his chest rumble with the words.

Will frowned, his eyebrows coming together. "Please, shut up. Some of us are trying to sleep." He yawned.

"They're your pack," Saskia mumbled, swatting away a cold nose from her bare back as Countess shoved it under her thin spaghetti strap top.

"They like you better,"

"Of course they do, I'm awesome," Countess growled, shoving her nose at Saskia's neck and making the woman bolt up into a sitting position. "Fine! I'm up!"

She hated being woken up. It was only eight in the morning, the sun was already up but she was still tired. She yawned, her eyes watering a little before she blinked them away. She got out of the bed with swears being muttered under her breath at the dogs, putting her hair into a messy bun because she couldn't deal with that right now.

When she was awake, she was awake.

She might as well start her day right.

The dogs bolted out of the front door and into the surrounding open area. She stepped onto the front porch and just stretched her arms, keeping her eyes on the dogs as they ran around, played, did their business. Stepping aside, she called them all in after a few minutes.

First things first was coffee, and she was so glad she more or less conned Will into getting a proper coffee machine with coffee beans. She let the coffee machine run its course as she got ready to feed the half a dozen dogs waiting at the edge of the kitchen with pleading eyes.

She made them all sit down, feeding them all a biscuit one by one. They scarfed them down easily before looking at her again.

She crouched down with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Where's Da and Pa? Where are they? Are they in bed? Go find them!"

The dogs leaped out of there, running back into the living room that also acted as a bedroom. She snickered as she heard the dogs bark and yip, knowing they jumped onto the bed as soon as she heard the grunts and groan of her men.

Saskia went back to preparing the dog's breakfasts, not even looking at the men as they walked into the kitchen in nothing but their underwear. She felt their glares which only made her smile.

"You look good in our kitchen," Will said in a low tone, still hoarse from sleep.

She didn't turn around. "Because that's where knives are… And coffee."

He shook his head, laughing as he ran a hand down his trimmed beard. "And coffee."

"Can't forget coffee," She blindly gestured to the coffee machine to the side, having already made three to each of their preferences. "Are you going for a run with me?"

"Perhaps if the weather permits it," Hannibal said, coming over to help her bring all of the food bowls for the dogs. "But the weather looks good for now."

"I've already checked, sunny with bits of rain later in the evening,"

"Then yes, I think I will join you and the dogs. Will?"

"Sure, I need the exercise," Will nodded before drinking his coffee and placing a hand on Winston's head. "Did you pack the running shoes?"

"Yes," Saskia said, placing the last of the food bowls against the wall as the dogs waited. "Go eat."

At her command, the whole pack of dogs dove for their food bowls.

"Toast, Will?" Hannibal asked, making a small plate of them. He didn't ask if Saskia wanted one. She was eating away at an apple before reaching for a second one.

Her eyes narrowed in thought before she paused her chewing of the bright green apple and called out, "Countess, which bag has my running stuff?"

Said dog looked at her mistress like she was stupid, pointing her snout towards the corner of the living room. That was where they all had left their bags and kept them out of the way. There was no point in completely unpacking at WolfTrap, they'd be out of here by monday morning.

They still had to go to work on Monday, Will to the FBI HQ, Hannibal to his office, while Saskia worked remotely for the time being. She was getting on well with her experiences as a lawyer, Margot's contacts came in quite handy when Saskia needed to get something settled quickly.

The weather was decently warm so they didn't need to dress excessively warm. Hannibal and Will both donned dark sweatpants, Will going with a simple long sleeved top while Hannibal opted for a hoodie over a short sleeved shirt. Saskia shrugged on dusty pink sports leggings and a matching sports bra.

It was barely half an hour after they woke up when they disembarked for the forested area around the Graham house.

Will was cautious of the smaller dogs, keeping slightly behind to make sure they didn't get left behind. Saskia was more adventurous, keeping up with the larger dogs that wanted to sprint and stay fast, looping around the trees until they went a bit too far and could go to the back of the pack. Hannibal chose the path, leading by the middle as some of the dogs stayed at his side to keep the path clear of animals.

Running felt natural together.

Will was careful and cautious, keeping the dogs safe and close.

Hannibal was well paced and calm, keeping the path clear and chosen.

Saskia was quick and sharp, keeping the adrenaline and amusement rushing through them.

Running felt good and natural. It was as close to a chase as they could get without the chance of the prey they were hunting getting away.

There were still a few dark shadows around the trees as they made it a fair distance into the forest. Spring brought brighter skies but it didn't mean that there wasn't darkness within the day.

If the weather was nice on a weekend, they liked to try and get some sort of running in with the dogs. The dogs needed it and it saved up the rest of the day for whatever they wanted to do. The dogs would be tired after this, lazing most of the day away then.

It was surprisingly easy to just spend time together and not have to talk, but unlike Will, Saskia and Hannibal were not content with staying silent and still all day.

"Are you completely sure you want to try this with me?" Hannibal asked, getting into a fighter stance in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and wrappings around his hands and feet.

Saskia just scoffed, getting into her own stance with a similar outfit and wrappings. "Sure as the Cheasepeake Ripper and Butcher are here."

"Don't bring me into this little contest of yours," Will called over from the bed, watching them from over his book and admiring them in their athletic outfits. "Fight your animals out but try and keep the damage to a minimum. You still have to maintain an image."

"No head hits then," Hannibal kept his eyes on Saskia's unwavering gaze, his tongue tracing his teeth as his heart rate raised at the threat.

They started after they brought their fists to the other, gently tapping in before getting into the proper stances and beginning.

Will lounged on the bed, facing the sparring duo and watching how their human sides seemed to dull.

The glint of humanity left their eyes, overshadowed by the beasts.

The way they circled each other was like watching them dance, graceful and time perfectly with each other. Their eyes flickered to each twitching muscle of the other, anticipating the next move. Neither had thrown the first punch yet, circling like animals waiting for their prey to twitch.

Will just watched them as the dogs lounged around him on the bed, Countess and Hades at the end of the bed to watch them with him.

Hannibal had more power in his arms than Saskia did, she was a little shorter and kept her power in her legs and core. Out of all of them, they all knew Saskia had the most patience. She would wait for the opportunity to hit and not a moment sooner, planning and adapting quickly.

Hannibal stepped forward with a swift punch to her left arm. She let it hit, going for a kick to the hips first before jab at his shoulder as she ducked another punch.

It was going well. Friendly sparring was a good release for both of them, letting their beasts play a little.

Will looked outside, watching the afternoon sky for a moment before realising the Wendigo and Kitsune were at the forest's edge. The height difference didn't deter the Kitsune from tapping the Wendigo before jumping back and seeing if he would do it to her. The Lycan watched from the sideline, keenly keeping watch on his partners.

The Lycan waved before pointing towards Will, turning his head back to his companions as the Kitsune shrieked silently as the Wendigo caught one of the nine tails by accident. She wasn't happy, a deep scowl on her face as she bared her claws at the Wendigo. Even Will knew that the Lycan wouldn't interfere with the instinctual anger of the Kitsune.

If their creatures were behaving in a certain way, their human equivalents were the same.

Will caught the moment where the gentle taps and jabs turned to proper punches with clenched fists and anger.

The playfulness dropped like the clink of a needle dropped in a silent room.

"Good girl."

Hannibal knew what it did to Saskia, they both knew. It was a dangerous game he was playing at now, wanting her to react and delve deeper into herself. It might have been Will's place to remind Hannibal of what happened last time he tried this game of his, but Will knew Hannibal had to find out for himself that this wasn't the way to get her to react.

The Game was over.

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Her breath caught in her throat.

"Good girl."

Her stomach rolled aggressively, a sickly anger overcoming her when she least expected it.

The beast roared in her ears, rumbling as she felt the urge. She hadn't felt it since she killed Freddie Lounds. Killing the red head seemed to dull the urge, it did every time she killed someone which wasn't often. The rage, the hunger, the desire, the urge.

It clawed at the bars of her mind and wanted out.

Her muscles ached, trembling as she felt her emotions dampen and yet surge with every breath she took in.

Running her tongue against her sharp teeth, Saskia just inhaled softly and closed her eyes for a moment. The humanity leaving her completely as she opened them.

"Bad choice of words, Hannibal," She said, a sadistic, teeth baring smile on her still enchanting face.

"Perfect choice, I think," He replied, seeing the touch of deep bloodlust within the coldness of her eyes. "You are a good girl, are you not?"

Saskia just blinked, refusing to let a reaction show physically but the temptation to see him bleed increased tenfold.

Eyes plucked out.

Lips carved away.

Ears slashed off.

Wrists broken but tied behind his back, fingers all cracked and crooked.

Elbows and shoulders pulled out of their sockets to lay together awkwardly behind him.

Broken and cracked ribs, each leaving a deep bruise on his torso.

Each toe and ankle popped out and twisted, forcing him to sit cross legged on the ground with a bowed form but head raised to look God in the face.

The sight would be beautiful, but Saskia couldn't imagine the face.

Oh, she wanted to imagine Hannibal in that position but it didn't come to her. She couldn't imagine him, she wouldn't. The thought of that, the thought of seeing Hannibal dead brought a wave of long forgotten sadness and guilt.

She dropped her hands, not finding the anger at Hannibal anymore as the thought of him dying, of him or Will dying made her numb.

"Fox."

The smugness Hannibal had dropped instantly, making both men jump from where they were and get closer to her as she used the extreme safeword that halted any activity.

Any of them could use their specific safeword. Hannibal's was Stag, and Will's was Wolf. If they said that word exclusively and not in any sentence, the others would check in on them after they stopped whatever they were doing.

Hannibal had used his safeword before, not during sex but during a conversation they all were having about their pasts. The conversation shifted to his sister and what happened around that point of his life. It was going well for a time, the talkings about all of their pasts were shared experiences that brought them together a little more.

After a few minutes of Hannibal informing them about his family, how his family was pushed out of their house because of a large dispute betweens neighbouring countries and his, he got onto the bit about how he and his sister were taken hostage by a group of bandits. He was fine to speak about everything else but as soon as they got to the point where he began to speak of how he heard the way they cracked Mischa's skull open, he was distant and said the word.

With a nod from Hannibal, Will climbed onto his lap and straddled his thighs. The older man buried his face into Will's sternum, finding solace in his familiar scent as his hands were clenched around the material of Will's sleeves. Saskia kept to one side of Will, a little unsure of what to do but she took Hannibal's hand when he offered it.

She sat on Hannibal's right, letting him lean into Will but felt the bone crushing grip he had on their entwined hands. He needed them both close, to remind him of the present and help him forget the past.

Saskia wished she could have them both close.

Her bloodlust said no.

Dodging them as they got closer to her, Saskia averted her gaze so she didn't have to look at them. She didn't want to imagine their faces on the body.

Saskia rummaged through her bag, finding jeans and a long sleeved plaid shirt she stole from Will. Stripping there and then, she pulled the jeans on and shrugged the red shirt over her sports bra but left it untucked. She tried to undo the wrappings on her hands but struggled, letting Will help her when he offered.

"Where are you going?" He asked softly, letting the binding come undo easily.

She still didn't look at him but she smiled at his curious and concerned tone. "I'm going out for a bit. Get the blood pumping. I need to calm down but I need space right now."

He nodded before looking to the side table where all of their blades sat. They were together there, they all knew exactly where their extensions of their persons were. Will grabbed her blade and put it into her hand, watching as adrenaline filled fingers curled delicately around the handle.

Saskia left the house without another word to them or the dogs. Hannibal looked to Countess, silently wondering why she wasn't following her mistress. The bitch just sent him the dirtiest look he had ever seen on a dog before baring her teeth once in a huff. She curled around herself, tucking herself away a little more than usual as Winston came over to lay next to her.

Will and Hannibal walked to the porch, both seeing the three beasts by the forest as Saskia walked past them. The Kitsune slashed her claws at the Wendigo before hissing, quickly falling into step behind her human counterpart. Each step the Kistune got closer to Saskia, the closer the Lycan and Wendigo got to Will and Hannibal.

The sun had begun to set eerily early. Long shadows were cast. As the Lycan and Wendigo touched the long shadows cast by their bodies, the beasts stepped into the darkness of their natures to hide. The Kitsune waited until Saskia unclenched her fists, watching as she looked at the shiny blade of her butterfly knife. The Kitsune, too, disappeared from sight but was quite welcome in the dark shadows of Saskia's mind.

A brilliant guardian for the labyrinth that was her mind.

Saskia loved the way the sunlight glinted on the blade.

She would love the look of fresh blood even more.

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John and Jane Doe were camping in the woods of WolfTrap. A small campfire was lit and they had their sleeping bags ready for later when they would go to sleep under the stars. They had been waiting for this weekend for weeks, having planned it for a small treat while their children were at their grandparents'.

"You shouldn't have done that, Hannibal," Will said, sitting down on the bench on the porch, Hannibal now next to him as they both watched the treeline.

They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't see or notice the woman come up behind them.

"I know."

His throat was slit with the grace of an angel as Jane screamed. He wouldn't last long with how deep it was.

"Then why did you do it? You know how she reacted last time. You are lucky she didn't want to hurt you."

"Please, don't!" Jane screamed as every step the other woman took, she took one back. "Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting us? We've done nothing!"

"I wanted her to react."

"Because I can." Her smile was animalistic, inhumanly wide with the sharpest teeth Jane had ever seen as the woman flipped the butterfly blade over in her hand. "Because I want to. We've all done things that are bad."

"React to what?"

"We've done nothing for you to kill us for! You're a psychopathic bitch!"

"I wanted to see her true self. I have not got to see her true bloodlust, unlike you."

"I was going to make your death painless," She shrugged. "I guess I'll make it even more painful for the bitch comment."

"And now she's out there, looking for someone to kill. You better hope it doesn't get traced back to us."

It only took five big steps for the woman to get her arm around Jane's throat, holding her so Jane's back was pressed into the woman's front and the blade traced parts of her torso. Jane struggled, trying to get out of the woman's grip.

"It is Saskia." Hannibal smiled. "She would not allow that to happen to us."

It was futile, Jane knew, but she had to try. Her husband was gurgling a few metres away with his hand clasped around his throat and another around a smashed phone. Jane elbowed the woman in the stomach, getting a good hit in when the woman grunted.

"And if she gets caught?"

Jane screamed in utter pain when the woman bit into the fleshy bit of her neck and shoulder, digging her sharp teeth in like an animal and tearing a chunk of skin and muscle out.

"She won't be."

The woman released her, letting Jane sink to her knees before kicking her in the back. Jane felt the warm blood gush out of the bite on her shoulder, throbbing even more as the woman placed a boot on her back and shoved her face first into the ground. The knife began to carve into the bite, tearing it even more and making it unrecognizable.

"If?"

The woman cut out a bigger chunk of her throat, letting there be no evidence.

"Then we would plot and plan for her escape just as I would if you were captured."

Jane lost consciousness as John died, his body slumped over already as the fire still burned and flickered nearby. The last thing Jane saw was the bloodied teeth of the woman, no, demon, above her.

"You wouldn't leave us to save yourself?"

Though it took a bit of effort to lift and drag the man over, the woman began the task of breaking each of their bones, starting with their legs even if they were dead. Femurs snapped, she went to their calves before doing them as well as their ankles and every major bone in their feet.

"I wouldn't."

Popping each joint out of their sockets, she rearranged their arms so they were tied at the wrist and elbow behind them. They were forced into a bow, torsos bruised and bloodied as the blade sliced through their clothes and left them in nothing but underwear.

Hannibal knew they had all fallen from grace, fallen to Hell where they now stayed. Now found each other and happy, they didn't have any other place to fall but in love.

Ears were slashed off and pocketed, as well as the lips. The dogs would like them.

As much as he would love to control every aspect of their relationship, to keep everyone safe and together forever, he couldn't control with respect whom he fell in love with.

This was the bit she liked. She dug her fingers into their eye sockets, frowning at the sad sight because the man had the most beautiful blue eyes before she sliced his nose off too for good measure.

He couldn't control them.

They reminded her of Leroy Harris.

But he knew, he knew they both felt the same too.

She left their slashed bodies bound together, taking the piece of flesh with her for Countess' treat.

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Both men jumped from the bench as soon as they saw her emerge from the dark forest. They didn't rush over to her, not knowing if she would welcome it but they did quickly scan her body to make sure she wasn't injured.

"Is any of it yours?" Hannibal asked.

Her knees were covered in blood, as were her shoulders where the woman's shoulders would have pressed into. Boots warmed with red liquid, it made them shiny. Her hands were stained with crimson, as was part of her chin and mouth.

They sighed in relief as soon as Saskia smiled fondly at them, the metallic liquid on her teeth a sign she had enjoyed herself and got the bloodlust out of her system.

She was stained with blood and it added to her beauty.

She slowly shook her head, almost lazy in the action as the calm and peaceful look on her face continued. She felt drunk on the adrenaline, on the powerrush of her kills. "Two for the price of one. I'm officially a serial killer now," She laughed softly.

Hannibal smiled. "How do you feel?"

"Horny," She put a hand to her face, forgetting it was covered in blood and leaving a larger stain on her face. "Very horny for some reason. Blood lust is gone but I guess the lust is not."

"Understandable."

She looked at her hands and clothes, frowning. "I really need a shower. I really need a shower and to burn these clothes. Oh, and babies?"

The pack of dogs bolted out of the house, surrounding her as she called for them. After sitting down, they all received a quick snack which they happily gobbled down. She wiped her own teeth clean with her teeth, tasting the tanginess of the blood and fear that laced it.

"Can one of you open the door?" She said, lifting her hands. "Rather not have blood on the house."

"Do you feel better?" Will asked, already opening the door for her as they went into the house. "I don't agree with what Hannibal did, but I won't speak of it if you aren't ready."

She sighed. "I'm… better now."

"Can we discuss why you safeworded?" Hannibal tried carefully.

"I safeworded because…" She tilted her neck one way and then the other, trying to click her stiff neck. "Do you really want to know? It wasn't because of what you said, I was ready to fight you on that one."

"I want to know."

"I imagined how I would kill you."

"How would you do it?"

"Slit your throat first, make sure you're dead or dying as I break the major bones in your legs and feet. I'd make you sit cross legged after I break and dislocate your shoulders and elbows. Each of your fingers and wrists would be broken and twisted out of their sockets, leaving your hands in a strange position. Both of your arms would be tied together, from shoulder to wrist, behind you so you bowed forward. Each of your ribs would be broken and bruised. Your head would be pulled back so you could watch as God judged you in your final moments." She took a breath, carefully calculating his reaction. "That's how I would leave you. I imagined how I'd do it but I couldn't see your face on the body."

He raised an immaculate eyebrow. "You couldn't or wouldn't?"

"I couldn't."

He smiled at that but didn't comment, only leaving the room after getting her blade from her to clean it properly.

Will just shook his head at Hannibal's pleased smile. He came over to Saskia and began to help her out of her bloodied shirt. The blood had seeped into the front of her shirt, completely staining it and even going onto her torso. From fingertips to halfway to her elbow, her hands were stained.

He was entranced by the fresh blood near her throat, staying in the dip of her collarbone as he chucked the shirt into the fireplace.

Saskia knew the effect she was having on him, his pupils dilating as she traced a bloodied thumb against her already red lips. Curling her other hand towards him, she invited him closer and he easily obeyed that request.

Will allowed her to press him to the wall, knowing she needed to have control for a while.

Saskia's nails scratched pleasantly against Will's scalp, making him lean into the grip she had in his hair. They kissed like they didn't need air, lips moving simultaneously and without there being a need to think. He bit at her lip gently, loving the way her nose would flare that tiny bit as she silently snarled. She bit his tongue when it invaded her mouth, holding onto it for a second before releasing.

While one of her hands was in his hair and the other was stroking several different areas of his chest to leave small traces of blood, Will dropped his hands to her hips and brought her closer. When he ground his hardening erection into her, she gripped his hair harder and made him gasp as she left his mouth alone.

She pressed her chest into his, her lips leaving open kisses against his jawline until she was at his ear. Saskia tugged at his earlobe with a sharp canine, only applying enough pressure until she heard him gasp and groan again. She brought her right hand down to his crotch, gently rubbing the hard bulge that threatened to escape his jeans.

Will groped one of her asscheeks, this time making her gasp into his ear. He smiled before dropping his head to her shoulder where he knew would make her even more vocal. It wasn't proper biting, more like gentle nips at her skin that he knew would make her scream in pleasure later on.

Hannibal watched him with low lidded eyes. Saskia kept Will pressed to the wall.

Saskia turned her head, letting Will have more access to her neck. They both looked at him, the invitation clear on their faces.

"Do you plan to join us or just watch, Hannibal?" Will said, leaving a soft bite at the meaty bit of her neck. She took in a shuddering breath.

"You truly are primal beauty in human forms," Hannibal whispered against Saskia's shoulder as his hands wandered to her hips, his eyes never leaving Will's as the man leaned forward. "The gods should be jealous of you both."

The lingering kiss he left on Will's lips left the man with an even stronger fire in his eyes. He stepped until his chest was against Saskia's back and made her press into Will some more. He grinned when they both groaned.

Will swore under his breath, quickly grabbing the taller male by the side of his collar and silencing him with a hungry kiss. Saskia placed her forehead against Will's shoulder, watching as the two kissed with a soft smile. Grinding her ass into the front of Hannibal, it earned her a strong teethed nip to the back of her neck.

Each of their hands went to a different person's jeans. Will undid Hannibal's belt, leaving it open as he unzipped the jeans. Hannibals' hands went to Saskia's, letting her tight jeans loosen up as the zipper was undone. Saskia was cheeky, undoing Will's jeans and making them drop a little so she could palm his erection.

She almost yelled in surprise when she was suddenly lifted up by the arm around her waist. Hannibal pressed her close to his chest as his arm snaked around her waist and he lifted her off of her feet and away from teasing Will.

"You're still covered in blood," He said, tracing his tongue against her jaw before leaving a wet kiss. "We don't want to ruin the sheets."

"Fuck the sheets!" She spat, trying to get out of his arms but it didn't work.

Hannibal let her go for a second, letting her onto her feet as Will slinked away to turn the shower on.

"That shower better be warm!" She took a single step towards the shower before Hannibal pounced.

She gulped. Even with their small height difference, Hannibal seemed to loom over her with his arms on either side of her head and his body pressed against hers. Saskia licked her lip, biting the inside of it as she wanted to curse him and her body's reaction but knew she shouldn't scream at him.

His voice going a little lower, a little deeper until she could feel each word as he spoke.

"I would rather fuck you than the sheets."

She blushed at his tone. "That ain't far…"

"What isn't far—" His warm breath suddenly fell on her ear when one of his hands traced up her body and held the side of her neck. "—is you coming back smelling of delicious desire and being high on adrenaline. You come back and tease us, testing our control when there isn't much to begin with with regards to you and us."

"That's called payback for the good girl comment," She turned her head to his ear, leaving a breathy whisper of words. "Good girls go to heaven, but bad bitches get shit done."

She pecked him on the jaw, quickly ducking under his arms as she strutted to the shower and sent an inviting curl of the lip to him.

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She had them how she wanted them that night. She had them like she wanted them in life, together.

Both pleasuring her and each other as they rocked with her in the middle of them. Leaving possessive love bites all over each other's chests and shoulders, it felt right being together.

Her favourite love bites were the ones on the side of her thighs and hips. She gave as she got, making sure both of them got exactly what they deserved, though it resulted in Hannibal having much darker marks on his hips and chests. There were places that there were no marks but loved just the same.

They had agreed to keep marks under the collar from Christmas on.

The showing of throats was seen as submission in many species, but between them, it showed the trust and commitment they had. They didn't need to submit to any person within the relationship, they were equals and they liked it like that.

"You are never getting me to have sex in front of the dogs," Saskia said.

They laid together on the bed in the living room, having transferred from the upstairs bedroom where the sheets were sullied and now dirty. It was nearly midnight now, and they were high on bliss, and lust, and bloodlust.

Saskia was in the middle, laying on her front with a pillow clutched in front of her. Breasts pressed into the mattress, the sheets covered all three of them from the waist down but besides that they were all bare.

Will to the right and Hannibal to the left, she had calming hands wandering up and down her back. Sometimes they would trace the love bites they left of her back, other times they just traced designs into her skin that would lure her further into bliss.

"I agree with that, Saskia," Hannibal said, his hand low on her back so it rested near her ass with the intent to trace the indents of her back. "But afterwards, it is pleasant to just lay with them around us. They reassure me that nothing or no one will come in and disturb us."

"I believe Countess and Hades would kill them before they could get close to us," Will hummed, his eyes closing as he just rested his hand on her lower back. "I am just hoping that Jack doesn't disturb us tomorrow."

"Touch wood," Saskia said, a droopy smile on her lips. "Don't jinx it, Will."

He jinxed it.

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