OOM: For AU Sin(ric)

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's room in Milliways is quite simple, compared to the way he lived in Florence.

 

There is a book case full of well-worn old books, a small fireplace with a comfortable-looking chair, some historical prints of Florence, and a small harpsichord. There's a desk, and a desk chair to go with it. Most furniture is vintage midcentury modern, unobtrusively luxurious and classic. He even has what must be a small kitchen, made up from two towers and an island.

 

Everything is rich, warm wood and mature colours -- an off-grey, and some accents in oxblood red.

He turns on the lights, which are gentle and indirect, and leads Sin inside.

"Would you like a drink?"

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[thewidewideworld]

"You said there was a way Shin could be written that could translate to truth?" He fingers the blade, not yet looking at Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal says. "Do you want that kanji on your skin?"

[thewidewideworld]

"A step in my metamorphose. Cutting away the chrysalis." Sin turns, head cocked. "It doesn't bother you? The idea of shedding my blood in an act of... transubstantiate."

[cook_the_rude]

"No problem whatsoever," Hannibal says. "Where do you want the kanji, and how large?"

[thewidewideworld]

He considers a moment. "Here," He gestures, turning his back to Hannibal and touching his left shoulder blade. "About the size of my palm."

He glances back to see if Hannibal is still hard. If this talk of blood has wilted or excited him. "I've like you inside me. As you cut."

[cook_the_rude]

Now at the latest, Hannibal is fully hard and softly leaking again. "Yes," he breathes.

[thewidewideworld]

The hunger in Hannibal's voice makes Sin gasp, his own belly tightening even though he's still soft and unlikely to be able to rise a third time. This is... not entirely about sex. Something deeper, hotter. Something dangerous and wild and liberating.

He hands Hannibal the scalpel and moves to the bed, resting one knee on the mattress and his weight on his hands. "Like this?"

[cook_the_rude]

Scalpel in hand, Hannibal comes up behind Sin and runs a hand all down his back before dipping a finger between his buttocks.

[thewidewideworld]

He shudders warmly, his head bowed and skin flushed. His opening is hot and swollen, still loose enough from before. "Take me." He begs softly, "Change me."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal deftly slickens them both up again, then firmly slides inside once again without further ado.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin moans loudly, aware of the edge of pain to the pleasure but revelling in it. He wants to feel everything. Every part of this becoming.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal thrusts a few times, then takes the scalpel to Sin's shoulder and begins carving Shin, using the kanji that means 'true'.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin doesn't make any effort to hide his reactions, whimpering hotly. He does his best to keep still, breathing shallowly. He feels blood well and drip down his back, arching so it flows down the curve of his spin, pooling in the hollow of his lower back.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal carves very cleanly and conscientiously, moving slowly within Shin as he does so.

[thewidewideworld]

Shin whimpers, as much in pain as pleasure, transcendent in this becoming.

The blood tricks lower, between his cheeks, smearing on Hannibal's cock as he thrusts.

[cook_the_rude]

It takes a while; the kanji isn't simple. Despite the sticky blood, Hannibal neither stops moving, nor loses his aim with the scalpel. He does reach out for a cloth to dab the skin where he is working, though, as if to keep his canvas clear.

[thewidewideworld]

Shin weeps openly, letting the tears wash away as much as the blood does. But he never flinches away, never screams. Never changes his mind.

[cook_the_rude]

When Hannibal is finally done, he puts the scalpel and the cloth away, thrusts three more times, and allows himself to spill yet again inside Shin, sealing his transformation.

[thewidewideworld]

Shin whimpers and falls to the bed, bloody and trembling.

He looks up at Hannibal with wide and grateful eyes.

[cook_the_rude]

"Shin," Hannibal gasps, speaking the name for the first time.

[thewidewideworld]

"Hannibal." Shin answers, weak as a new-born, which is in so many ways is. "Thank you."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is silent for a moment.

"Stay still for a moment," he finally says. "I'll take care of the cuts so the scar becomes nice and even."

[thewidewideworld]

Shin nods and stays where he is, half curls and bloody, his rear warm and wet.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal withdraws and vanishes, and returns soon with warm cloth rolls to clean up Shin thoroughly, almost tenderly, as well as some slightly stingy liquid he dabs on the cuts.

[thewidewideworld]

He gasps at the stinging coolness, reaching back to squeeze Hannibal's thigh in thanks.

He turns to kiss Hannibal deeply, wordlessly thanking him for everything. "I think this is where we part."