Yes, I rather think we can. I had no idea they had started referring patients to me.
[There is a slight Tone there, as if to say, he would really prefer that they did no such thing. Hannibal had no desire to be affiliated with LIES. Still ... he had to admit he was fascinated.]
If you are looking for after six - then it would have to be on Monday's. All my other evening therapy sessions are booked.
[ Yes. Finally. Yuri feels like he's been waiting forever-- but he's careful not to look too eager, keeping their eyes locked as he slinks off the man's lap and back onto his feet in an impossibly graceful and fluid movement.
His heart is fluttering in excitement when Hannibal touches him at last, and he lets his plush lips press daintily against the man's finger--the brush of a rose petal, impossibly soft--his actions almost reverent. A prelude to submission. ]
Yes. That is the only way I like it. I like it when it hurts. Otherwise it is just playing pretend.
[ Something about the Russian language is better at communicating how strong Yuri's convictions are, how intense he is about everything. In the past he'd tend to come across as rather foolhardy and naive, but there's something haunted in the way he speaks now. Like he knows all the dark things his old self had been protected from. ]
They want me to integrate into society better, and since this is a highly sexual one, my being a priest with vows and scruples and the like is inconvenient. They want me to join them in being a sexual deviant, in essence.
[Oh boy, already showing so many issues.]
I'm sure the Rorschach test portion of this therapy will be fun.
[ Yuri lets out tiny yelp as he's suddenly pulled forward, but the look on his face is surprised only for the slightest of seconds-- then his pupils blow out like a kitten's about to pounce, pink tongue darting out to swipe hungrily along his lips, yes yes I want. If he had a tail it would be swaying back and forth slowly, a hunter's instinct to mesmerize his prey.
Only, he isn't the only one hunting here.
Indeed, there is no small part of him that wants to capitulate immediately, to beg yes, please, bite my mouth, bite me everywhere, bite me bloody. But that isn't quite his style. He's a brat, pushing and playing until he is forced into his place; it's way more rewarding that way. And though he doesn't want to play too much--he's way too goddamned horny right now--he can't resist pushing a little. ]
What if I bite back?
[ It's not his most convincing effort. His voice is rough with need, his lids lowered and full lips parted like an offering. ]
[Hannibal's lips curved up at the corners at the kitten batting away at his fingers as if he could fend off a tiger, but took the moment to bat him back in turn.]
If you bite back, then you are responsible for the actions that come from it.
[ Hannibal's words send a shiver through Yuri from head to toe and he practically salivates, so turned on it's almost embarrassing. Why is he like this? The twinge of fear he feels just makes his body burn hotter, his dick get harder, and Hannibal is supposed to be helping him with this shit but Yuri doesn't care he doesn't need help he just needs to get on his knees and choke on this man's cock until he can't breathe-- ]
Yes, sir.
[ He says the words in English, lets his Russian accent turn them sharp and sensual. There's the barest hint of a challenge in them--it's Yuri, there always will be--but the way his body curves into Hannibal like it's caving to gravity is a sure sign of his submission. ]
[ He's folding embarrassingly easily but look, he has never pretended to be a patient person. Bratting can happen more later. Right now he needs-- needs Hannibal with his entire body and his entire mind, the urge so powerful it nearly knocks him off his feet. He can't wait anymore. He whispers in Russian: ]
[Hannibal smiled, and then he hooked his fingers into Yuri's fancy shirt. He tugged the young man all the way in, and set his teeth on Yuri's throat. Biting hard, going to move it into a bruise deep and noticeable by anyone's standard.]
[ For some reason Yuri doesn't expect Hannibal to go for the throat right away, but the sudden hot mouth against his pulse makes him gasp sharply and grip onto the man's jacket for dear life. Yuri is much shorter so his body is bent back slightly, his spine curved in against Hannibal's body as the man surrounds him.
The teeth hurt, a sharp and delicious pain that makes him shiver and anticipate more-- like the slap of a hand or a switch against his skin, coloring the white canvas bright pink and red. He already wants so much, but he takes what he is given with a soft whimper of obedience. ]
[What Yuri will learn, is that Hannibal will always go for the throat. Most of the time, though, he will be more subtle about it. For example, he carefully pulled back from the dark, bruising mark on Yuri's skin, giving it a soft kiss.]
There ... now, I shall have to send you home with some paperwork to fill out for our new sexual surrogacy arrangement. I believe I shall ask you to touch the mark while you are doing that -- and then to touch yourself immediately afterwards. Would you like to do that for me, Yuri?
[ Yuri had closed his eyes, whined softly as Hannibal sucked at his throat. When he pulls away Yuri pouts, looking up at him with desperation in his bright green eyes. ]
I want you to touch me.
[ He's supposed to be good, he said he would, he'd promised. And he will be. But he's so turned on right now he wants to scream, and paperwork is the last thing on his mind. ]
I would like nothing less, my darling Yuri. However ... I cannot until you sign the legal paperwork.
[Hannibal gently stroked Yuri's cheek.]
You can see how this would cause trouble for me - if you agreed to the treatment but didn't sign the legal documentation to put yourself under such therapy.
[Hannibal smiled, and stood up, allowing himself to tower over Yuri for a moment, before crooking a finger for the young man to follow him over to his desk. He plucked up the folder, and handed it over to Yuri.]
You will want to read it first, just to make sure you agree to all the conditions.
[ Well this is a boner killer. It has to be done, though. Yuri shivers as Hannibal looms over him for a moment (it's times like these where he really doesn't mind being this small), then follows him over to the desk to take the folder from his hand and start perusing it.
[In Hannibal Lecter's world, good boys are rewarded for their diligence. He strokes his fingers through the tips of Yuri's beautiful golden hair. He feels a stab, then, of memory. Mischa's hair had been very much the same color...]
[ Sure, there's a war going on, and there's a bunch of different dangers on all sides of this, but it's been really low key, compared to others that Judar's been in. So he's been going around and trying different places. ]
Think I found a possible place when things chill out. It's in the Up with a bunch of rooms, and a basement.
[ After, he manages to attach a bunch of images of places that could be easily accessed and seen. (Though that's technically anywhere when you can teleport.) ]
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