Hannibal

[drfeelbad]

"She'll be fine," House said, stepping into Hannibal's office. "Food poisoning. I gave her something that should keep it under control until it blows over, but consider her out of commission for about 48 hours."

Without invitation, he sat down in the chair across from his desk, and put his cane down on the floor. "She must be new, hadn't seen her before. Are you expanding or did you lose someone?"

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[anamusebouche]

"She is quite something," Hannibal said. He didn't mind sharing Phedre. In fact, he too played chess with her. He also fucked her, but never hurt her. She had a grace about her that he quite loved and while he didn't like showing it, he simply wasn't into pain.

Sometimes he turned her over and fucked her differently, and closed his eyes and imagined her moans were someone else's. Imagined her arse and her marque were not hers but Alcuin's.

[drfeelbad]

"Well you are a man of exceptional taste," House said.

He paused a beat and then said, "I should probably be going, unless you have anyone else with an ailment to examine."

[anamusebouche]

"No one else, thankfully," Hannibal said. "Thank you, my friend."

[phedredelaunay]

House got to his feet, and smirked a little. "Until next time," he said, and picked up his cane, though just as he turned to the face the door Phedre appeared in the doorway.

"Oh hello, Greg," she said pleasantly. "Am I interrupting? I can come back."

"I was just leaving," said House. As he walked past her, she brushed her hand against his arm and murmured, "I liked your friend, but I hope you're going to come back and see me."

He chuckled. "Of course."

Once he was gone, Phedre stepped into the room. "Hello. Do you have a moment?"

[anamusebouche]

"Of course, my dear," Hannibal said and sat back comfortably. She was the most beautiful woman in his employ and he truly did enjoy having her as his.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre closed the door, and then came to perch on the edge of his desk, in front of him. She was wearing a long, flowing dress that as it moved illustrated a great deal of transparency. She was not wearing a bra.

"I would like to talk about Alcuin," she said. "If he hasn't already, he will likely come to you with a request and I would ask you to grant it."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal got curious. He put a hand on her leg. "What will he ask over me?"

[phedredelaunay]

"To not see Halicon every time he asks," said Phedre. And then couldn't help but frown a little. "The man is obsessed with him, Hannibal. It's bad for Alcuin, and not to mention nothing is going towards his marque."

[anamusebouche]

"He asked," Hannibal said. "He made an offer and I accepted. A clever offer. He suggested that Halicon might be more talkative if Alcuin would make him pine a little."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre looked a bit sheepish. "Well I can see he didn't need my assistance," she said. "And I knew you'd be reasonable. He's right though, it's smart."

She spread her legs just slightly, and the movement also slid Hannibal's hand from the fabric between the slit onto her thigh.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal smiled at her move and lightly caressed her thigh. "It is, yes. I suppose you were plan B, should his request fail." He thought that was rather clever as well.

[phedredelaunay]

"But it would have worked, right?" Phedre teased. "Though also Alcuin should know you're just as likely to listen to him as me."

[anamusebouche]

"Would I be?" Hannibal asked, wondering what the perceptive girl knew or thought she knew.

[phedredelaunay]

"Oh please," Phedre said fondly. "You think more of the two of us than the rest and you know it. Maybe it's because you took us both in rather than us finding you, but I think whatever special thing you saw in me you also saw in him."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal nodded. He could admit to that. "I see something unique in you," he said. "True enjoyment, which makes you a valuable employee to our guests, and intelligence, which makes you a valuable employee to me." His hand trailed up a bit. "And your beauty: I do enjoy having you by my side."

[phedredelaunay]

"Well you do have exceptionally good taste," Phedre said. "Alcuin is very beautiful too."

She wondered not for the first time if Hannibal had any inkling that Alcuin was in love with him. He'd never said as much, of course, but it was obvious. At least to her. And she was very fond of Hannibal but didn't love him, and she was fairly certain Hannibal felt the same way about her. So at the same time she felt a bit guilty, while also thinking it might be best for Alcuin to protect his heart.

[anamusebouche]

Perhaps she was fishing. "He is," he could admit that.

He knew she didn't love him and knew he didn't love her. Their relationship was based on something else. It was more to him than just the way it made him look to have her by his side, though that was certainly part of it. And it was certainly part of why he couldn't possibly admit to a relation with Alcuin.

[phedredelaunay]

"Did Greg tell you that he had him?" she asked curiously. She knew Hannibal would know, was just curious if House had mentioned it.

Though as she spoke she also shifted so that Hannibal's hand slipped up her thigh.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal smiled. "I know everything my employees do- or rather everyone," he said. "Why? Is it noteworthy? I knew Greg did not discriminate between the semester."

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre shrugged. "No, just curious if he said anything. I wondered after if I should have recommended one of the other women instead, but he didn't seem to mind. And his friend was..." She smiled. "He's a hellblazer."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal's hand slid up. "Should I be jealous?" He teased. He was never jealous.

[phedredelaunay]

"No, but it was a welcome diversion," she said. "I hope he comes back. A good person to have on your side, too. He's.... powerful."

She let her legs fall apart slightly.

[anamusebouche]

"Not just the drunkard he appears to be?" Hannibal asked, intruiged. "Tell me more." His hand continued its way up her thigh, and pushed aside her dress.

[phedredelaunay]

Phedre wet her lips. She wasn't wearing panties.

"He burned sigils into my skin," she said. "It was... amazing, a particular kind of pain and power. And I think he was well pleased, too."

[anamusebouche]

"Good," Hannibal said. "No scarring, though, I trust. Warlock sigils can hold powerful magic." His hand pushed on, his fingers found her folds.