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Our times are different. We may be different.

[They're not.]

Unless you plan on allowing me to pass judgement on who you take into your bed, you'll have to overlook who I take into mine. I imagine you'd find me there more distasteful, and from what I understand, that is something of a requirement or impulse at times.

We began this conversation about Will Graham with you saying it was for my own good. Interesting that we should end at him being yours. I've met him once, and he didn't seem the sort to belong to anyone.

I don't think I ever described Lady Murasaki in those terms when we were together.

That is true. We may be different.

[Oh they are most definitely the same.]

I am not passing judgement. I am simply saying the fact that my younger self sleeping with my daughter is something that will make me just sit here and feel ... off-put.

Let us just say that there are two reasons that you should stay away from him. One, because he is the other half of me. I was ... completely alone until I met him, and his darkness answers mine.

However, because that darkness matches mine -- he will not resist if he thinks he can twist you as well as he has twisted me. He is very good at manipulating people in doing what he wants them to do - better than I am. Better than you will ever be.

You should stay away from him because he is dangerous - to know and to love.

[None of these admissions were something Hannibal was expecting. Being put off his balance or expectations not met isn't something he used to. He had foreseen anger or upset on his elder self's part, not this acceptance and explanation.]

I have no intention of bedding her.

[That's a terse admission on his part, knowing he's giving up potential ammunition.]

I didn't think he was that interesting when I met him. That said, if you feel him dangerous to us, I have others to fill my time who are not. I don't know if I would have said 'Caravaggio'. A bit too fisherman for that.

[He's pushed his other self enough, found out what he wanted. If this Will Graham held a fascination for the other Hannibal, let him have at it. Danger was better avoided.]

If your offer is still open, I would like to accept it. If not, I will find another. The gardens in the Up have a great deal of monkshood.

[Ah, young Hannibal. You had so much to learn from your older self. Including burying your anger deep, deep inside to come out later in horrible violence.]

Well, then I am relieved. I am also pleased she will have a friend in you.

As for Will ... he might not be interesting to you, but come back to this conversation in twenty, thirty years, when you have been alone as long as I have. I assure you, his appeal will make itself known.

A fisherman, dear self, is just another kind of hunter. A more subtle one.

[Hannibal's smile appeared on his side of the screen, before he answered.] The offer stands. What are your terms?

[For a moment, Alfred just stares at the man. Watches him as he calls the next fight. A part of him wants to protest. It's the part of him that still somewhat sees the shadow of Thomas in Hannibal. He would never, could never, hurt Thomas. But there's a darker, angrier voice that reminds him that Thomas is dead. Hannibal is Hannibal. There might be similarities, but they are superficial.

His jaw clenches. His hands tighten at his side. He knows this man's skill, seen him in a fight. Hannibal knows him as well. Seen what he can do when he's not held back. The old monster of his youth stirs in recognition, in eagerness. He's not allowed drugs so the fight will feed it. Will feed the chasm and help him forgot for a brief moment just how badly he's handling things.

He closes his eyes. Takes a deep shaking breath. The grief still clings. And the anger. At himself mostly. But it's easy to turn it towards Hannibal. When he opens his eyes again, they're sharply focused, like they'd been at the Fort.]

A bit unconventional, but fine with me. [And unlike with the boy, Hellboy defend. He knows with a man like Hannibal, you need to go on attack and not let up. A single opening is all he'd need. He's even falling back on older techniques. No proper boxing but a true street match, one trained killer to another.]

[That and how not to be led about by his other self with a few well placed words. There weren't many out there that could claim to have changed the mind of Hannibal Lecter when he was deciding on a course of action.]

She does find it disquieting to be older than ourselves.

If you are content with Will Graham, that's enough for me. He seemed to find me just as uninteresting as I did him the single time we met. But again, if he makes you happy, then good luck.

[That stopped him, made him think. Terms weren't something he had considered much. After seeing the Down, he had no desire to remain there, and his elder self had all the knowledge he wanted. While he could survive the Down easily, he found himself already considering how to execute a few. Food had also seemed in a short supply down there.]

I should like to live with you instead of the Down. I would want access to your books and knowledge. I've lost half a century, and you seem to understand it all in terms of technology and advances in medicine. From what I understand, I would also require your permission to work at the clinic in the Down. They might have use for a surgeon. I should also like to continue my artwork which would require supplies. I suppose whatever I make goes to you and can repay for these things.

[He didn't think to ask for other things. Hannibal may or may not find his threadbare clothing acceptable. What money he had always went to education or art versus things like clothing, rich food or even the arts. Not yet anyway. Securing his position had been his first concern, having just come to America with its lights, warmth and rush of action.]

And yours?

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[It was all a matter of knowing where people's pressure points were, and hitting them exactly when you needed to. Honesty was a good way to hit this points, so Hannibal mixed it together with light falsehoods and had a potent level of manipulation at his disposal. Even against himself.]

As my only child, I would not be surprised at that reaction from her.

As for Will, he is his own person. I keep away from him on his request. Thank you for honoring that agreement, in your own way.

[Here, he paused, because getting anything sexual was not part of why he wanted the younger Hannibal as his Submissive. Control ... control was always more satisfying than sex.]

I will have to get a bigger home, so you may have to wait while I get that arranged. You can have free access both. You will have my permission, naturally, as we do need a surgeon. I can give you some of my supplies and get you your own.

In exchange, I want full disclosure on your actions and who you interact with, along with the depth of said interaction. I do not need messy details, just salient knowledge. You are not to reveal our past revenge to anyone, and you are not to bring her into any conversation with someone I do not deem completely under our individual thralls.

You will only have safe sex with Marlo.

You will not kill anyone without discussing it with me first. I need to be able to run damage control if it goes public.

[Hannibal smiles then - and it's the Ripper's smile. Wide and dangerous, as he comes around to enter the ring. Never looking away from Alfred as he moves around to the opening of the ring, and then climbs in gracefully. He has taken off his shoes as well, and is fighting in his bare feet, something that will give him greater traction when he needs it.

The smile fades as the ring closes, and he puts himself in a ready stance. A killer watching a killer - predator on predator. He expects this to be vicious until Alfred manages to break down. He trusts his control not to kill the other man that he considers ... closer than most.

Alfred is his, after all. Wouldn't do to break him completely. He almost wishes he had a knife in hand, so he could scar Alfred appropriately. Ah well, when needs must. Fists would have to do.]

So ... [He says, as if they were back in his office.] How are you feeling today, Alfred?

You could have began with Graham requested you remain away from him and would like me to agree. For your sake, I would have.

[But that's neither here nor there. When it comes to Graham, Hannibal has no stake in him. Whatever is going on there doesn't need him digging into it. Yet.]

Don't put yourself out for a bigger home. [Meaning he doesn't trust what that would mean here.] My place in the Down is serviceable if you can allow me use of your library and bringing me up to date with what I've missed.

I find all those terms agreeable except for the stipulation of Marlo. She may have no desire to have me in her bed, and I will take to my bed whomever I please with the exception of your Will Graham and Abigail Hobbs. As for safety, I always am. While I'm not sure if social disease exist here, I'd rather not be the first to find out.

And if an accidental killing happens?

[Of all the questions to ask. It's something he's asked every time he has a session with Dr Lector. At first, he'd be reticent. It's simply not done to talk about feelings. He's gotten more open. More willing to talk about what is bothering him. It's the only reason he had called, honestly. Because he'd felt safe enough to at least warn the man he'd not be around for a while.

But the fact that he told the doctor where he was, that he kind of waited for him, it means he understands, at least unconsciously, that he can't deal with this on his own in a remotely healthy manner.

He attacks, darting in, his aim for those vulnerable parts of the body, his voice a growl. The Wayne family's rabid dog finally broke his leash.]

Weak. Unless. Worthless. Disgusting.

[Each word is a blow, or tries to be. Each word is an answer. He feels weak because he'd been unable to protect Bruce again. Weak because all of Thomas' hard work to break him of these habits meant nothing. He'd gone right back to dealing with his hurt the old ways. Not chamicals, but the distraction of physical pain and the high of adrenaline to keep him from thinking about it for a while. Worthless because that's his meaning in life, to look after the boy, now a man. But also worthless because he's failing another boy, waiting for him back at Blackworth. He's probably worrying Regulus sick. Useless, because as much as he loves his 'son', the man hasn't truly needed him here. He'd been nothing but a problem. But mostly disgusted. Sick to his stomach that he would rather have Bruce here with him, where he might be some help, than back in Gotham and his own adult life. He hates that he mourns for the loss of a son, who is far better off at home, with another Alfred. And under all that, it's regret. That deep hurting feeling that he could have done more for Bruce. Been there more for him. Been better for him. That he'd never gotten to really tell the man how much he loved him and how proud he was of the man he'd become. He'd been given a gift, allowed to see his ward all grown up. He'd squandered it.]

It hurts. [Is the gravely conclusion even as he works to get past Hannibal's guard.]

Well I could have done that, but then how would you know how desperately I am in love with him? Thus an advantage you now have but cannot use because he does not want to be around you either.

[Which will remain true.]

I shall investigate, and let you know what is happening. You may have full access to my library, and my office.

I am not saying that you have to have sex with Marlo, or that you cannot. I frankly just want to make sure that we are both being careful about whom we share sexually. However, that you are aware of sexually transmitted diseases is enough to ease my concern about us sharing partners.

Then let me know so we can plan accordingly. Also, to get fresh meat.

[Hannibal shifted his body out of the way of each strike easily - he after all did not just get into a fight with a man younger and stronger than him and then let him punch repeatedly.

Rabid dog Alfred might be, but Hannibal has one thing over him right now. Self control and presence. Another shift, duck to the right, and he danced out of Alfred's reach.]

Why do you feel these things about yourself? [Is his simple question.] When you have done everything possible for Bruce's development?

[He swung to the side, let Alfred get in a punch so he could grab the other man's arm and twist it around, then shove Alfred away from him and hopefully to the ground.]

[It's true. He is tired. He's tired and he's hurting. But it's not nearly what he needs. Hannibal dodges so easily and he puts in even more effort. Once upon a time, he'd told Bruce not to let the fight pick him. Right now, that advice is far away. Each swing is avoided but he won't give up. He's determined and he needs this agression and hurt worked out of him before it festers and rots.

He growls again at the question. He should focus on where Hannibal is, not what he asks. It's habitual as breathing to answer though, even when he's also trying to punch the man very hard in the sternum.]

It isn't enough! [To him, devoting the rest of his life to supporting Bruce wouldn't be enough. When it comes to the most important thing that's ever been asked of him, not even dying is enough.] And I shouldn't want him here!

[The punch Hannibal allows has quite a bit of force behind it still. Alfred is known for his stamina in a fight, but it's not as strong as what laid out the blond. He's exhausting himself, not just physically, but emotionally.

He hits the ground hard. His arm aches from where it's been twisted. For a moment he remains in the dirt.] I shouldn't want him here in this place. I should be over the moon that he's back where he belongs! [But he isn't and that's the problem. He hates himself because he'd rather have Bruce here in this sex crazed city, suffering as a Submissive than to know he's gone and back with his Alfred. And he mourns because there's a deep fear that those who disappear don't actually go home at all. He can't outlive another Wayne. He can't.]

I should have been there more for him. I'm supposed to protect him,to support him, so he can walk his path unimpeded. [And when the day comes when Bruce no longer needed him, he'd still be there. He'd stand guard, loyal til the end.]

I should have been stronger for him. [It's with that that he gains his feel again. There's a bit of a sway before he's trying to close in again. The blows a little sharper, slightly more precise, but only because he's just so tired now. He can no longer keep up the bombastic flurry of punches and Hannibal hasn't backed him into the sort of corner where fight becomes kill. That and it had been Bruce's one demand for him here. No more killing.]

Don't lie to me.
No one could love us or us them. That died in the snow with... No one can, and we're not capable.

As for the access and anything they require signed for me to work at the hospital, I would appreciate it. I dislike limits.

I will take every precaution. I don't know what it's like in your era, but more than a few STDs can destroy a life in mine. I would not endanger you or Marlo in that way.

I don't do that anymore. But I will keep it in mind.

so he put his device in a bag with me and i'm using my hair to text

he's taking me to the law offices to amend our contract, which i agreed to, but i assumed he would give my body back first so i'm not sure how this will go

we should be gone long enough for you to plan a surprise attack at my apartment, which will be helpful since he's so strong, but be careful with my body, he put up holy barriers

don't reply to this i don't want him to know i texted when the notification goes off

Edited (just adding some more info) 2019-06-11 02:11 (UTC)

Dr. Lecter.

[There's a moment of silence.]

It turns out those trackers we've been finding aren't just being used for tracking. I'm feeling- much more myself, now that it's gone.

All the same, I'd like to apologise.

Considering that you bayoneted my friend, cut off his head and then threatened to kill me if I brought it back to him ... an apology will be acceptable.

I do think, though, that you owe Alucard a public apology.

Well, thank you for accepting my apology in the most shame-inducing way possible.

I doubt Alucard wants a public apology.

[He hasn't even given him a private one yet. He'll get around to it, once he's less mortified by everything that happened.]

I am still angry at you, so I suppose that accepting the apology is pre-mature. Let us say that for now, I appreciate the position you were in, and I thank you for coming clean with me about why.

I shall accept your full apology in the days to come.

Perhaps not, but he does deserve some sort of apology.

My full apology in the days to come? Which means what, exactly?

Of course. I'm just- giving him time to process.

When I calm down, I will be able to see this as it is meant to be seen. The tracking beacon malfunctioning, making your subconscious desires become conscious.

There weren't any 'subconscious desires'. It was all a product of the tracker.

I see ... so you are not obsessed with Alucard being your nemesis?

I don't need to obsess over it. We're already each others nemesis.

[He'll obsess over it anyway, though. And deny that's what he's doing.]

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Alexander, has anyone ever told you that you are a horrible liar? As it stands, I am going to message you over my office information.

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