The silenced sound became a breathless scream of pleasure, dying into rough pants and the two bodies, now one, burned in a fire of pure elation.

And then the vision broke and they were human again - tangled in torn sheets and slick with sweat. Fingernail scratches adorn Hannibal's chest and Sinric's arms. Both their lips split and wet with blood.

Sinric's eyes, still gold, look down into Hannibal's, laughing and hazy.