Rec: X Men First Class/Hannibal Rising
Title: Condonare
Author:
Etirabys
Fandom: XMFC/Hannibal Rising
Pairing: Erik/Charles, Hannibal/Charles, Hannibal/Charles/Erik
Summary: Hannibal takes an interest in a telepath in a bar. An attempt to seek shelter with him afterwards with fellow Nazi hunter Erik Lehnsherr quickly, quietly becomes fucked up. Crossover.
Charles' keys dropped from his suddenly nerveless fingers.
Hannibal Lecter breathed intently into his ear. What did you see.
"Are you going to kill me," Charles said, voice pitched flat and lifeless. He barely recognized it. He knew, suddenly, without terror, that if Hannibal chose to kill him he could not stop him. Telepathy notwithstanding. There was very little he could do to a mind like that.
Hannibal had knives, but he wasn't holding them. His hands were wrapped around Charles' throat, but not to strangle- the touch was gentle, almost wondering. Charles found himself guided in the same way, by the throat, to the kitchenette- Hannibal sat him down, and stood behind him, index fingers pressed lightly against the veins of his neck (jugularis externa, Hannibal thought). He meant to check if Charles was telling the truth. He evidently believed it would work. Maybe it did. Charles couldn't imagine lying naturally just then. It was a nonthreatening gesture (Charles was in a unique position to know), but Charles felt how easily those slender, capable hands could render flesh gaping from ear to ear.
Another unlikely crossover that somehow manages to be magnificent.
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Author:
Etirabys
Fandom: XMFC/Hannibal Rising
Pairing: Erik/Charles, Hannibal/Charles, Hannibal/Charles/Erik
Summary: Hannibal takes an interest in a telepath in a bar. An attempt to seek shelter with him afterwards with fellow Nazi hunter Erik Lehnsherr quickly, quietly becomes fucked up. Crossover.
Charles' keys dropped from his suddenly nerveless fingers.
Hannibal Lecter breathed intently into his ear. What did you see.
"Are you going to kill me," Charles said, voice pitched flat and lifeless. He barely recognized it. He knew, suddenly, without terror, that if Hannibal chose to kill him he could not stop him. Telepathy notwithstanding. There was very little he could do to a mind like that.
Hannibal had knives, but he wasn't holding them. His hands were wrapped around Charles' throat, but not to strangle- the touch was gentle, almost wondering. Charles found himself guided in the same way, by the throat, to the kitchenette- Hannibal sat him down, and stood behind him, index fingers pressed lightly against the veins of his neck (jugularis externa, Hannibal thought). He meant to check if Charles was telling the truth. He evidently believed it would work. Maybe it did. Charles couldn't imagine lying naturally just then. It was a nonthreatening gesture (Charles was in a unique position to know), but Charles felt how easily those slender, capable hands could render flesh gaping from ear to ear.
Another unlikely crossover that somehow manages to be magnificent.
This entry was originally posted at http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/400076.html. You can comment there. DW currently has
comments