Lovely Locks - Chapter 5
WARNINGS - There is consentual and non consentual sex in this chapter. Along with some kink. I find I am a kinky bitch. *lol*
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Lovely Locks
Fandom - The A-Team
Disclaimer - I do not own the A-Team, nor am I making any money off this fan fic. I am merely borrowing these characters…I’ll try to return them in good condition.
Pairing - Hannibal/Face
Rating - R/NC17
Warnings - Sex and violence
Summary - AU - Face is a down-on-his-luck Conman who takes odd jobs as a Cat Burglar. He takes a job that seems to be run of mill, that is, till his Mark takes a certain interest in him. Face thinks it’s the best way to get what he needs for his client. But things get tetchy when Face’s Mark is almost murdered. Now, Face has to decide if he’s going to do the right thing or to continue on with the farce. It doesn’t help that he’s completely in LOVE with Hannibal.
NOTES - This is written for the prompt “Face is a Kept Man” at the A-team Kink Meme 5. This is also TV!Verse A-team.
Chapter 5 - Pay back is a Bitch
Face gasped as soft lips met his sharply. He could taste the cigars Hannibal smoked, along with the man morning coffee. He was pushed into the wall harder and a tongue snaked its way inside his mouth. The morning sunlight slanted through the skylights, glittering off the marble of the bathroom. Hannibal pulled back. Face gasped for Air. His brain tried to catch up and it wasn’t easy to keep from saying something sarcastic as Hannibal moved away.
He shut the door and locked it. Face knew he didn’t have a chance against Hannibal. He may be lean and he could fight dirty, but Hannibal would have him pinned in moments. There was one way out of this.
“Look, I…” Face started. Hannibal held up a hand, motioning for silence. Face shut his mouth with a sharp clink of teeth.
Hannibal came back to him. He lightly traced Face’s jaw with a finger. Hannibal was so close that Face could feel the erection through the pajama pants Hannibal wore. He tried to keep his feelings in check. Sex had been an option, he reminded himself, though it didn’t help him calm down at all.
“Is this your first time with a man?” Hannibal asked.
Face took a deep breath. “No, but the other times weren’t very nice, I didn’t want to do it,” he replied.
“What about now? Would you let me take you?” Hannibal asked.
Face frowned; “You want something else from me.”
Hannibal chuckled; “I knew you were a smart one, but that can be discussed at a later date…” he smirk and Face had to wonder what Hannibal would do to him to get what he wanted. The file had said something about having a kinky sex life.
Hannibal didn’t let Face continue his thoughts. He kissed him again; it was deep and long with tongue exploring Face’s minty fresh mouth. He pinned Face’s wrists to the wall and rubbed a silk covered knee gently against Face’s swiftly growing erection. Face Moaned. Only, wanting more of this meant he had to give something up. Only, his brain was too far gone into the gutter to think about the next step. Hannibal was good.
Hannibal maneuvered Face into the shower and had the water going. Then he stripped down and was back in place. Only now he had a hand on Face’s cock, slowly pumping him up and down. He lined Face’s jaw with kisses as the hot water sprinkled over them from above. Steam slowly began to fill the room. Face gasped and moaned. He knew he was being playing by the Masters’ Hands. It was hard to believe at first. And then a slick finger sneaked up his entrance and hit his prostrate and he was gone.
His thoughts moved to a halt and all he could do was beg Hannibal for more. Then, because Face didn’t think Hannibal could hold out any longer, he felt the head of Hannibal’s cock enter him.
He was woozy from the hot water, and he shuddered as Hannibal pushed deep into him. He loved it though, and he knew he was ruined for anyone else in him. Hannibal was the only person in the world who could satisfy him.
They stood there in the steam for long minutes as Hannibal pushed in and out, making Face moan and beg. He loved it and he wanted to hear more. He also promised himself to always make Face beg for him. He was going to keep Face around from now on. The boy really didn’t have a choice.
Hannibal shuddered and gave a long keen as he let himself go inside Face.
0-0-0
Hannibal did take the day off.
He had Face tied to the bed in a spread eagle position. Face was blindfolded but left un-gagged at the moment. Hannibal had something to do. He grabbed Face’s cock and started pumping while he wiggled his fingers up and inside Face.
Face bucked into the pleasure. It felt so good coming from two sides that soon he couldn’t figure out what he wanted more. He gasped and tried to get the words out.
Hannibal started talking then; “General Morrison is using you to get to me. He knows that I like handsome young men,” he made a point by twisting his fingers into Face’s prostrate.
“Yeeessss…?” Face was interested in the conversation, it was just very hard to keep track with Hannibal’s fingers part way inside him.
“I was going to let you lead me on for a few more days before I dropped my own net, however, seeing as how you were up front and honest with me today…I’ll not punish you so harshly,”
“What…do you mean?” Face held back a moan. His ejaculation would be complete any second, but Hannibal kept him back by squeezing the base of his cock every other pump. It hurt.
“I want you to promise me something, Face,” Hannibal was dead serious now.
“I want you to promise me to do what I say, no matter what. You are mine now, you owe me that much,”
“I…” he couldn’t think about it. Hannibal would never let him go.
“I promise,” he gasped.
And then Hannibal pumped him a few more times and Face came with a gush. He was trembling as Hannibal cleaned him up and untied him. Then they changed the sheets and Hannibal rang for some food.
When he joined Face on the bed, he held out his arms and Face dove into them. He knew what Hannibal had done and he knew that Hannibal was right on some points. Now, his most immediate problem was telling Morrison that Hannibal didn’t have the map he wanted.
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It’d been a long day of sex and he smelt like it. Once home, because he had to make things look normal, he peeled off his clothing and jumped into the shower. Face made sure to make the water as hot as he could stand it. Hannibal’s seed leaked out of him and it was the weirdest feeling he’d ever had.
He was humming to himself as he shampooed his hair. He rinsed and then he turned for the moisturizing bar of soap when a strange hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Face moved quickly but his assailant had the surprise edge and had Face on his knees with his hands handcuffed behind his back.
The water was turned off and the man knelt down by Face. He wore all black and he also wore a ski mask. He smiled and Face glared.
“What do you want?” Face asked.
“The cliché answer to that is you,” the man chuckled.
Then he had Face over his shoulders and into the bedroom. Face was place face down on his made bed. He glared into the covers. Naked as he was, there was no way he could get to his lock picks. The man ran his fingers down his slick skin and moaned.
“I’ve been with someone else today…” Face began, “he won’t like it that you’ve taken something that belongs to him,”
The man wasn’t fazed at all. He just slapped Face’s butt before he wrapped harsh rope around an ankle. He tied it off to a post of the bed before doing the same to the other ankle. Then he took a rolled up sock from Face’ drawer and gagged Face with it. and then more rope around his head held the gag firmly in place.
The man rubbed up against Face but held himself back. He wanted to take his captive, he wanted to rape him. But his employer had expressly forbidden that sort of behavior. He groaned as he popped out his member and started pumping. He had to get off before he continued. Mr. Smith would not like what he found when he got the message. But, at this moment that didn’t matter much.
Face tried to get out of the bindings. They were too tight for him to wiggle out of. Then the man came with a groan. He zipped himself back up in his pants and made for his black bag that sat on the bed next to Face. He watched as the man pulled out a large dildo and some lube he couldn’t identify.
The man poured the lube all over the dildo. He made sure Face had a good view as he did so. The dildo was wide and it looked as if it’d hurt. Then he moved and Face waited a few seconds. Then, it was pushed hard against his entrance. It was bigger than Hannibal, but not all that pleasurable. Slowly, the stranger worked it inside him. The man didn’t want to hurt him, much, only make him suffer.
Face groaned as his cock filled. The man laughed. The dildo was only a third of the way in and there was a long way to go. Apparently, though, they had all night.
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Hannibal got the call the next morning. He spent no time in dressing and getting Murdock and BA to drive him to Face’s city apartment. When he got there He found Face on his knees gagged. A dildo rumbling inside Face’s ass and his cock tied up in string.
He raced over and the first thing he did was untie Face’s cock. He spilt cum straight after but Hannibal couldn’t care. He disengaged the dildo but had to pull it out slowly, otherwise he knew he’d hurt Face. And once that was done it was a piece of cake to untie and un-gag his lover.
“What happened? How did you end up like that?” Murdock asked.
“I was taking a shower and this guy… all he did was tie me up and use the dildo on me, I think he left you a note,” Face was tired as he turned his head towards the dresser. Murdock held Face as Hannibal moved to find the piece of paper.
It had his name on it, and he recognized the hand writing.
Things had just gotten a bit more interesting.
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Lovely Locks
Fandom - The A-Team
Disclaimer - I do not own the A-Team, nor am I making any money off this fan fic. I am merely borrowing these characters…I’ll try to return them in good condition.
Pairing - Hannibal/Face
Rating - R/NC17
Warnings - Sex and violence
Summary - AU - Face is a down-on-his-luck Conman who takes odd jobs as a Cat Burglar. He takes a job that seems to be run of mill, that is, till his Mark takes a certain interest in him. Face thinks it’s the best way to get what he needs for his client. But things get tetchy when Face’s Mark is almost murdered. Now, Face has to decide if he’s going to do the right thing or to continue on with the farce. It doesn’t help that he’s completely in LOVE with Hannibal.
NOTES - This is written for the prompt “Face is a Kept Man” at the A-team Kink Meme 5. This is also TV!Verse A-team.
Chapter 5 - Pay back is a Bitch
Face gasped as soft lips met his sharply. He could taste the cigars Hannibal smoked, along with the man morning coffee. He was pushed into the wall harder and a tongue snaked its way inside his mouth. The morning sunlight slanted through the skylights, glittering off the marble of the bathroom. Hannibal pulled back. Face gasped for Air. His brain tried to catch up and it wasn’t easy to keep from saying something sarcastic as Hannibal moved away.
He shut the door and locked it. Face knew he didn’t have a chance against Hannibal. He may be lean and he could fight dirty, but Hannibal would have him pinned in moments. There was one way out of this.
“Look, I…” Face started. Hannibal held up a hand, motioning for silence. Face shut his mouth with a sharp clink of teeth.
Hannibal came back to him. He lightly traced Face’s jaw with a finger. Hannibal was so close that Face could feel the erection through the pajama pants Hannibal wore. He tried to keep his feelings in check. Sex had been an option, he reminded himself, though it didn’t help him calm down at all.
“Is this your first time with a man?” Hannibal asked.
Face took a deep breath. “No, but the other times weren’t very nice, I didn’t want to do it,” he replied.
“What about now? Would you let me take you?” Hannibal asked.
Face frowned; “You want something else from me.”
Hannibal chuckled; “I knew you were a smart one, but that can be discussed at a later date…” he smirk and Face had to wonder what Hannibal would do to him to get what he wanted. The file had said something about having a kinky sex life.
Hannibal didn’t let Face continue his thoughts. He kissed him again; it was deep and long with tongue exploring Face’s minty fresh mouth. He pinned Face’s wrists to the wall and rubbed a silk covered knee gently against Face’s swiftly growing erection. Face Moaned. Only, wanting more of this meant he had to give something up. Only, his brain was too far gone into the gutter to think about the next step. Hannibal was good.
Hannibal maneuvered Face into the shower and had the water going. Then he stripped down and was back in place. Only now he had a hand on Face’s cock, slowly pumping him up and down. He lined Face’s jaw with kisses as the hot water sprinkled over them from above. Steam slowly began to fill the room. Face gasped and moaned. He knew he was being playing by the Masters’ Hands. It was hard to believe at first. And then a slick finger sneaked up his entrance and hit his prostrate and he was gone.
His thoughts moved to a halt and all he could do was beg Hannibal for more. Then, because Face didn’t think Hannibal could hold out any longer, he felt the head of Hannibal’s cock enter him.
He was woozy from the hot water, and he shuddered as Hannibal pushed deep into him. He loved it though, and he knew he was ruined for anyone else in him. Hannibal was the only person in the world who could satisfy him.
They stood there in the steam for long minutes as Hannibal pushed in and out, making Face moan and beg. He loved it and he wanted to hear more. He also promised himself to always make Face beg for him. He was going to keep Face around from now on. The boy really didn’t have a choice.
Hannibal shuddered and gave a long keen as he let himself go inside Face.
0-0-0
Hannibal did take the day off.
He had Face tied to the bed in a spread eagle position. Face was blindfolded but left un-gagged at the moment. Hannibal had something to do. He grabbed Face’s cock and started pumping while he wiggled his fingers up and inside Face.
Face bucked into the pleasure. It felt so good coming from two sides that soon he couldn’t figure out what he wanted more. He gasped and tried to get the words out.
Hannibal started talking then; “General Morrison is using you to get to me. He knows that I like handsome young men,” he made a point by twisting his fingers into Face’s prostrate.
“Yeeessss…?” Face was interested in the conversation, it was just very hard to keep track with Hannibal’s fingers part way inside him.
“I was going to let you lead me on for a few more days before I dropped my own net, however, seeing as how you were up front and honest with me today…I’ll not punish you so harshly,”
“What…do you mean?” Face held back a moan. His ejaculation would be complete any second, but Hannibal kept him back by squeezing the base of his cock every other pump. It hurt.
“I want you to promise me something, Face,” Hannibal was dead serious now.
“I want you to promise me to do what I say, no matter what. You are mine now, you owe me that much,”
“I…” he couldn’t think about it. Hannibal would never let him go.
“I promise,” he gasped.
And then Hannibal pumped him a few more times and Face came with a gush. He was trembling as Hannibal cleaned him up and untied him. Then they changed the sheets and Hannibal rang for some food.
When he joined Face on the bed, he held out his arms and Face dove into them. He knew what Hannibal had done and he knew that Hannibal was right on some points. Now, his most immediate problem was telling Morrison that Hannibal didn’t have the map he wanted.
0-0-0
It’d been a long day of sex and he smelt like it. Once home, because he had to make things look normal, he peeled off his clothing and jumped into the shower. Face made sure to make the water as hot as he could stand it. Hannibal’s seed leaked out of him and it was the weirdest feeling he’d ever had.
He was humming to himself as he shampooed his hair. He rinsed and then he turned for the moisturizing bar of soap when a strange hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Face moved quickly but his assailant had the surprise edge and had Face on his knees with his hands handcuffed behind his back.
The water was turned off and the man knelt down by Face. He wore all black and he also wore a ski mask. He smiled and Face glared.
“What do you want?” Face asked.
“The cliché answer to that is you,” the man chuckled.
Then he had Face over his shoulders and into the bedroom. Face was place face down on his made bed. He glared into the covers. Naked as he was, there was no way he could get to his lock picks. The man ran his fingers down his slick skin and moaned.
“I’ve been with someone else today…” Face began, “he won’t like it that you’ve taken something that belongs to him,”
The man wasn’t fazed at all. He just slapped Face’s butt before he wrapped harsh rope around an ankle. He tied it off to a post of the bed before doing the same to the other ankle. Then he took a rolled up sock from Face’ drawer and gagged Face with it. and then more rope around his head held the gag firmly in place.
The man rubbed up against Face but held himself back. He wanted to take his captive, he wanted to rape him. But his employer had expressly forbidden that sort of behavior. He groaned as he popped out his member and started pumping. He had to get off before he continued. Mr. Smith would not like what he found when he got the message. But, at this moment that didn’t matter much.
Face tried to get out of the bindings. They were too tight for him to wiggle out of. Then the man came with a groan. He zipped himself back up in his pants and made for his black bag that sat on the bed next to Face. He watched as the man pulled out a large dildo and some lube he couldn’t identify.
The man poured the lube all over the dildo. He made sure Face had a good view as he did so. The dildo was wide and it looked as if it’d hurt. Then he moved and Face waited a few seconds. Then, it was pushed hard against his entrance. It was bigger than Hannibal, but not all that pleasurable. Slowly, the stranger worked it inside him. The man didn’t want to hurt him, much, only make him suffer.
Face groaned as his cock filled. The man laughed. The dildo was only a third of the way in and there was a long way to go. Apparently, though, they had all night.
0-0-0
Hannibal got the call the next morning. He spent no time in dressing and getting Murdock and BA to drive him to Face’s city apartment. When he got there He found Face on his knees gagged. A dildo rumbling inside Face’s ass and his cock tied up in string.
He raced over and the first thing he did was untie Face’s cock. He spilt cum straight after but Hannibal couldn’t care. He disengaged the dildo but had to pull it out slowly, otherwise he knew he’d hurt Face. And once that was done it was a piece of cake to untie and un-gag his lover.
“What happened? How did you end up like that?” Murdock asked.
“I was taking a shower and this guy… all he did was tie me up and use the dildo on me, I think he left you a note,” Face was tired as he turned his head towards the dresser. Murdock held Face as Hannibal moved to find the piece of paper.
It had his name on it, and he recognized the hand writing.
Things had just gotten a bit more interesting.