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sonora_coneja) wrote2010-10-29 08:43 pm
sonora_coneja) wrote2010-10-29 08:43 pm
Movie Night
Pairing: Hannibal/Face
Rating: R
Warnings: none I can think of right now
Summary: Sequel for Check the Volume. Hannibal agrees to let the boys go to a movie, not realizing who was doing some voice acting for it. He punishes Face for not telling him.
For a few weeks, everything’s fine as fine can be.
Murdock only goes into crazyland once or twice over the whole Aslan thing - and Hannibal’s pretty sure he’s been scarred for life at the 2AM sight of the pilot standing over him with a knife, babbling about how they can’t just leave him all bound up on the Stone Table like that - but it wasn’t in front of a paying client. It’s livable.
BA is annoyed by the whole thing, but that’s fairly typical.
And Face, well, Face is contrite. Apologetic. Sensitive to the issue. He removes all the offending DVDs from Murdock’s not insignificant collection, he tackles the pilot during the whole Stone Table incident, he actively changes the channel any time Star Wars comes on. He’s very earnest and sweet and Hannibal is incredibly suspicious, but nothing happens for a while, so maybe that's okay, too.
So Hannibal's in a fairly good mood when Murdock comes whooping into the kitchen, the local indie theater’s website pulled on on his laptop, begging to go to some special midnight showing of some animated movie. Hannibal makes the mistake of asking Face about it instead of looking it up himself.
“What is this Ponyo movie, Face?” he asks, pulling words from the Murdock babble. “Goldfish? Ghibli? Anime? What the hell is anime?”
“It’s a kid’s movie,” Face tells him, choking a little on his coffee. “It’s Japanese.”
And there can’t be anything wrong with a Japanese movie. Right?
BA flat-out refuses to go until Hannibal threatens him, and Murdock bribes him with promises of coconut curry tapenade. Face isn’t quite as excited as Murdock, but the two still act like ten year olds with their big sister’s Victoria Secrets catalogue when they get to the old movie palace downtown. It’s one of those restored things from the 1930s, the interior looks like a rejected set design from Raiders of the Lost Ark, and it’s full of droopy-haired college students.
Hannibal and BA exchange a look, and then Hannibal has to stop Face from buying Murdock a bucket of cherry coke, which turns out not to matter, because the pilot snuck in a bunch of Snickers. Ten year olds. He swears.
He sits between them. He makes Face sit on the aisle.
There are a couple of previews for shit Hannibal knows he’ll never see, and then the movie starts. He’s tired, it’s late, and he finds himself dozing just a little through the first few minutes.
That was a bad idea, and not just because he lost out on the initial set-up. Somehow, he just doesn’t make the voice-acting connection. About fifteen minutes in, Face is squirming in his seat next to him. It’s distracting. At twenty-five, the lieutenant’s making all these interesting little noises that sound really familiar. At forty minutes, Hannibal figures it out when Murdock pokes him.
“What is it, captain?”
The pilot pulls his hand back. “You’re not wet.”
He actually pays attention to the voice acting for a minute. Yeah, there it is. Mermaid-sea-king-whatever. Voice by Liam Neeson. Doing that American accent. Hannibal groans inwardly and grabs Face by the ear, pulling him roughly over the seat handle. “We’re going. Now.”
“But how will Murdock know how it ends?” Face replies in a loud whisper that draws the ire of some of the college kids. They can piss off. “Boss, you know we’ll just have to come back.”
He’s right. “Damnit, Face,” Hannibal grunts, and steps over the lieutenant’s legs, still holding onto his ear. He’s walking out of the theater, which means that the kid’s coming too.
Hannibal’s got a good plan. Go to the car, wait it out, deal with another round of this bullshit. But Face asks for a bathroom break, and Hannibal has no choice. He has to let him go, on the off chance he really does need to pee.
Then he thinks the better of it, and Hannibal follows his errant lieutenant in.
Face is at the urinal, but it’s pretty damn obvious he’s not trying to pee.
“Face?”
The younger man turns around. His pants are pushed down below his ass and his hand’s still on his cock. It looks pretty serious, stiff, a vein buldging along the not inconsiderable length, and Hannibal remembers how nice it felt on Narnia night. “What, boss?”
Hannibal locks the door behind him, and moves into the room. “Face, you can’t do that here.”
"This is what movie theaters are for."
"You're not a teenager anymore, Face!"
“But it hurts, Hannibal,” Face whines, and yeah, it does seem like it would be. The kid’s not sure what to do with his hands, he’s a little flustered, and his eyes are huge with conflicting emotions. It’s a good look on him.
“Why do you do this to yourself, Face?” Hannibal asks wearily, and they both notice his cock actually twitch at the sound of Hannibal’s voice. The colonel rubs his hands over his face. “You knew that man was voicing a character, I know you did.”
“It’s a really sexy voice, boss.”
He’s begging for it.
“It’s going to be a month of goldfish, Face. You ready for that? You’ve really fucked up this time.” Hannibal’s aware he’s lowering his tone, twisting down into that command voice that’s doing really fascinating things to his second in command. The man’s turned up against the tile wall, breath coming in awkward little jerks, knees twitching.
He sighs. Face shudders. “Lieutenant!” he barks. Face moans.
Why not?
“Hands on the sink, Face,” Hannibal says, making sure he knows how many steps it’s going to be. The kid doesn’t even flinch, walking over, his pants falling all the way down, hobbling his ankles. Hannibal waits for him to get in position, and then flicks off the light.
“Hannibal?” comes the kid's voice in the dark.
“You’re going to stop this bullshit, lieutenant.” His CO leans over him, wrapping his chest around the other man’s back, sliding palms slowly down his arms and threading their fingers together. Hannibal pushes a thigh between Face’s legs, his knee brushing the other man’s erection. Face bucks up a little. “You disobeyed a direct order. I won't have that in my unit.”
He feels his own hardness pressing against his zipper. “You’re going to follow my orders, damnit, army or no. Do you understand me, lieutenant?”
“Yes, agh, yes.”
“Yes what?” Hannibal growls, teeth at the other man’s jaw. “Do not test me right now.”
“Yes sir,” Face practically sobs.
“You’ve got problems, Face...” Hannibal says, and moves one hand up to his belt, making sure he doesn’t lose contact along the way.
“Yes, yes sir!”
He undoes the fly and pulls his zipper down, freeing his own cock. “...bringing your friend to a kids’ movie, trying to jack off in the bathroom...”
“I know, I’m,” and Face whimpers loudly, “I’m sorry.”
“...but the thing I’m angriest about is that you think that some damn actor can replace me,” he rumbles, and the lieutenant whimpers again as Hannibal’s length slides between his cheeks. “That anyone else’s voice could ever be as good.”
“Hannibal,” Face pants, “Hannibal...”
And right then, like that, the kid's voice is pretty damn sexy too. Not that Hannibal's going to tell him that.
"You're mine, Face."
“Pleasetouchme.” It comes out in a stream, ending in sobs. “So close, please, Hannibal...”
“Shut up.” Hannibal rears back, removing his hands, slapping Face’s ass lightly as he fumbles for the soap dispenser. He finds it in the dim light from the emergency sign. “You come on my cock, or you don’t come at all, understand?”
Face doesn’t say anything.
“Face!” Hannibal knows the kid’s nodding his head.
“Yes, yessir...”
He smacks him again as he pumps a good handful of the slimy stuff into his palm. “Shut up, lieutenant. Not a single sound” Hannibal pushes Face down now with a grunt, and runs a slicked finger into the crack. He finds the hole, pushes past the little ring of muscle, and he admires how carefully Face keeps the gasp in. “One finger, then, umph, another,” Hannibal narrates in an almost bored tone. “Feel that in you, lieutenant? You feel me in there?”
Face moans. It gets him another smack. His skin’s heating up, sweat beading along his spine under Hannibal’s free hand. He scissors, stretching, adds a third finger.
“So fucking tight, Face. Figured you’d be a little looser, hitting all the bars like you do.” He leans down and Face squirms. Another smack. “Stop that.”
He fishes Face’s wallet out of the back pocket of the pooled jeans. There are a couple of those cherry-flavored condoms.
"It's your first time, isn't it, Peck?"
He rips the package open and rolls it on. A quick rub with the rest of the soap, and he pushes in. Hard.
"That what you been waiting for all these years?" He doesn't exactly want to hurt Face, but the kid doesn't seem like he cares. "My cock, tearing you in half? How does it feel, Face, me fucking you over for a change?"
Face can’t stop himself now, and Hannibal has to admit, all those little sounds are delicious. He starts pounding the lieutenant into the cheap sink, telling him how good he feels, how luscious and tight his ass is, what a slut he must be, enjoying this, and every other dirty thing he can think of, until his own hips get uneven and rough, balls tightening for release..
“You ready to listen, Face?”
"Anything."
He emphasizes this slap a little more. “You come when I do, understand?”
One more shove, and Hannibal’s coming deep inside Face, Face is coming all over the sink’s pedastle, and one of those college kids is pounding on the door.
“Hold your horses!” Hannibal yells. Face can barely hold himself up, so Hannibal has to wipe him down as best he can in the dark, and yanks his pants back up.
The kid doesn’t seem capable of coherent speech at the moment, and isn’t that a nice change of pace? Hannibal pulls himself back together before unlocking the door and turning the light back on.
The boys outside blanch as Hannibal loops an arm around Face and starts walking away. He grins to himself as they hesitantly enter the bathroom. He hadn't bothered to clean anything else up. “Oh, dude, seriously, what the fuck?” he hears the student yelling.
“Some people really like their anime,” comes the friend's reply.
"No, seriously, what the FUCK!"
The movie’s still got another ten minutes. Hannibal drags the half-senseless Face to the car and deposits him in the back seat. The kid’s muttering to himself, and Hannibal brushes a heavy lock of sweat-drenched hair back from his forehead.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again, Templeton Peck.”
“Not a chance,” Face agrees, smacking his lips contentedly. “I think you fucking killed me.”
The lieutenant’s good to his word for a while. For three days. Then Hannibal finds a copy of Taken in the living room.
He makes Face watch it, all the way through, with handcuffs on.
Rating: R
Warnings: none I can think of right now
Summary: Sequel for Check the Volume. Hannibal agrees to let the boys go to a movie, not realizing who was doing some voice acting for it. He punishes Face for not telling him.
For a few weeks, everything’s fine as fine can be.
Murdock only goes into crazyland once or twice over the whole Aslan thing - and Hannibal’s pretty sure he’s been scarred for life at the 2AM sight of the pilot standing over him with a knife, babbling about how they can’t just leave him all bound up on the Stone Table like that - but it wasn’t in front of a paying client. It’s livable.
BA is annoyed by the whole thing, but that’s fairly typical.
And Face, well, Face is contrite. Apologetic. Sensitive to the issue. He removes all the offending DVDs from Murdock’s not insignificant collection, he tackles the pilot during the whole Stone Table incident, he actively changes the channel any time Star Wars comes on. He’s very earnest and sweet and Hannibal is incredibly suspicious, but nothing happens for a while, so maybe that's okay, too.
So Hannibal's in a fairly good mood when Murdock comes whooping into the kitchen, the local indie theater’s website pulled on on his laptop, begging to go to some special midnight showing of some animated movie. Hannibal makes the mistake of asking Face about it instead of looking it up himself.
“What is this Ponyo movie, Face?” he asks, pulling words from the Murdock babble. “Goldfish? Ghibli? Anime? What the hell is anime?”
“It’s a kid’s movie,” Face tells him, choking a little on his coffee. “It’s Japanese.”
And there can’t be anything wrong with a Japanese movie. Right?
BA flat-out refuses to go until Hannibal threatens him, and Murdock bribes him with promises of coconut curry tapenade. Face isn’t quite as excited as Murdock, but the two still act like ten year olds with their big sister’s Victoria Secrets catalogue when they get to the old movie palace downtown. It’s one of those restored things from the 1930s, the interior looks like a rejected set design from Raiders of the Lost Ark, and it’s full of droopy-haired college students.
Hannibal and BA exchange a look, and then Hannibal has to stop Face from buying Murdock a bucket of cherry coke, which turns out not to matter, because the pilot snuck in a bunch of Snickers. Ten year olds. He swears.
He sits between them. He makes Face sit on the aisle.
There are a couple of previews for shit Hannibal knows he’ll never see, and then the movie starts. He’s tired, it’s late, and he finds himself dozing just a little through the first few minutes.
That was a bad idea, and not just because he lost out on the initial set-up. Somehow, he just doesn’t make the voice-acting connection. About fifteen minutes in, Face is squirming in his seat next to him. It’s distracting. At twenty-five, the lieutenant’s making all these interesting little noises that sound really familiar. At forty minutes, Hannibal figures it out when Murdock pokes him.
“What is it, captain?”
The pilot pulls his hand back. “You’re not wet.”
He actually pays attention to the voice acting for a minute. Yeah, there it is. Mermaid-sea-king-whatever. Voice by Liam Neeson. Doing that American accent. Hannibal groans inwardly and grabs Face by the ear, pulling him roughly over the seat handle. “We’re going. Now.”
“But how will Murdock know how it ends?” Face replies in a loud whisper that draws the ire of some of the college kids. They can piss off. “Boss, you know we’ll just have to come back.”
He’s right. “Damnit, Face,” Hannibal grunts, and steps over the lieutenant’s legs, still holding onto his ear. He’s walking out of the theater, which means that the kid’s coming too.
Hannibal’s got a good plan. Go to the car, wait it out, deal with another round of this bullshit. But Face asks for a bathroom break, and Hannibal has no choice. He has to let him go, on the off chance he really does need to pee.
Then he thinks the better of it, and Hannibal follows his errant lieutenant in.
Face is at the urinal, but it’s pretty damn obvious he’s not trying to pee.
“Face?”
The younger man turns around. His pants are pushed down below his ass and his hand’s still on his cock. It looks pretty serious, stiff, a vein buldging along the not inconsiderable length, and Hannibal remembers how nice it felt on Narnia night. “What, boss?”
Hannibal locks the door behind him, and moves into the room. “Face, you can’t do that here.”
"This is what movie theaters are for."
"You're not a teenager anymore, Face!"
“But it hurts, Hannibal,” Face whines, and yeah, it does seem like it would be. The kid’s not sure what to do with his hands, he’s a little flustered, and his eyes are huge with conflicting emotions. It’s a good look on him.
“Why do you do this to yourself, Face?” Hannibal asks wearily, and they both notice his cock actually twitch at the sound of Hannibal’s voice. The colonel rubs his hands over his face. “You knew that man was voicing a character, I know you did.”
“It’s a really sexy voice, boss.”
He’s begging for it.
“It’s going to be a month of goldfish, Face. You ready for that? You’ve really fucked up this time.” Hannibal’s aware he’s lowering his tone, twisting down into that command voice that’s doing really fascinating things to his second in command. The man’s turned up against the tile wall, breath coming in awkward little jerks, knees twitching.
He sighs. Face shudders. “Lieutenant!” he barks. Face moans.
Why not?
“Hands on the sink, Face,” Hannibal says, making sure he knows how many steps it’s going to be. The kid doesn’t even flinch, walking over, his pants falling all the way down, hobbling his ankles. Hannibal waits for him to get in position, and then flicks off the light.
“Hannibal?” comes the kid's voice in the dark.
“You’re going to stop this bullshit, lieutenant.” His CO leans over him, wrapping his chest around the other man’s back, sliding palms slowly down his arms and threading their fingers together. Hannibal pushes a thigh between Face’s legs, his knee brushing the other man’s erection. Face bucks up a little. “You disobeyed a direct order. I won't have that in my unit.”
He feels his own hardness pressing against his zipper. “You’re going to follow my orders, damnit, army or no. Do you understand me, lieutenant?”
“Yes, agh, yes.”
“Yes what?” Hannibal growls, teeth at the other man’s jaw. “Do not test me right now.”
“Yes sir,” Face practically sobs.
“You’ve got problems, Face...” Hannibal says, and moves one hand up to his belt, making sure he doesn’t lose contact along the way.
“Yes, yes sir!”
He undoes the fly and pulls his zipper down, freeing his own cock. “...bringing your friend to a kids’ movie, trying to jack off in the bathroom...”
“I know, I’m,” and Face whimpers loudly, “I’m sorry.”
“...but the thing I’m angriest about is that you think that some damn actor can replace me,” he rumbles, and the lieutenant whimpers again as Hannibal’s length slides between his cheeks. “That anyone else’s voice could ever be as good.”
“Hannibal,” Face pants, “Hannibal...”
And right then, like that, the kid's voice is pretty damn sexy too. Not that Hannibal's going to tell him that.
"You're mine, Face."
“Pleasetouchme.” It comes out in a stream, ending in sobs. “So close, please, Hannibal...”
“Shut up.” Hannibal rears back, removing his hands, slapping Face’s ass lightly as he fumbles for the soap dispenser. He finds it in the dim light from the emergency sign. “You come on my cock, or you don’t come at all, understand?”
Face doesn’t say anything.
“Face!” Hannibal knows the kid’s nodding his head.
“Yes, yessir...”
He smacks him again as he pumps a good handful of the slimy stuff into his palm. “Shut up, lieutenant. Not a single sound” Hannibal pushes Face down now with a grunt, and runs a slicked finger into the crack. He finds the hole, pushes past the little ring of muscle, and he admires how carefully Face keeps the gasp in. “One finger, then, umph, another,” Hannibal narrates in an almost bored tone. “Feel that in you, lieutenant? You feel me in there?”
Face moans. It gets him another smack. His skin’s heating up, sweat beading along his spine under Hannibal’s free hand. He scissors, stretching, adds a third finger.
“So fucking tight, Face. Figured you’d be a little looser, hitting all the bars like you do.” He leans down and Face squirms. Another smack. “Stop that.”
He fishes Face’s wallet out of the back pocket of the pooled jeans. There are a couple of those cherry-flavored condoms.
"It's your first time, isn't it, Peck?"
He rips the package open and rolls it on. A quick rub with the rest of the soap, and he pushes in. Hard.
"That what you been waiting for all these years?" He doesn't exactly want to hurt Face, but the kid doesn't seem like he cares. "My cock, tearing you in half? How does it feel, Face, me fucking you over for a change?"
Face can’t stop himself now, and Hannibal has to admit, all those little sounds are delicious. He starts pounding the lieutenant into the cheap sink, telling him how good he feels, how luscious and tight his ass is, what a slut he must be, enjoying this, and every other dirty thing he can think of, until his own hips get uneven and rough, balls tightening for release..
“You ready to listen, Face?”
"Anything."
He emphasizes this slap a little more. “You come when I do, understand?”
One more shove, and Hannibal’s coming deep inside Face, Face is coming all over the sink’s pedastle, and one of those college kids is pounding on the door.
“Hold your horses!” Hannibal yells. Face can barely hold himself up, so Hannibal has to wipe him down as best he can in the dark, and yanks his pants back up.
The kid doesn’t seem capable of coherent speech at the moment, and isn’t that a nice change of pace? Hannibal pulls himself back together before unlocking the door and turning the light back on.
The boys outside blanch as Hannibal loops an arm around Face and starts walking away. He grins to himself as they hesitantly enter the bathroom. He hadn't bothered to clean anything else up. “Oh, dude, seriously, what the fuck?” he hears the student yelling.
“Some people really like their anime,” comes the friend's reply.
"No, seriously, what the FUCK!"
The movie’s still got another ten minutes. Hannibal drags the half-senseless Face to the car and deposits him in the back seat. The kid’s muttering to himself, and Hannibal brushes a heavy lock of sweat-drenched hair back from his forehead.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again, Templeton Peck.”
“Not a chance,” Face agrees, smacking his lips contentedly. “I think you fucking killed me.”
The lieutenant’s good to his word for a while. For three days. Then Hannibal finds a copy of Taken in the living room.
He makes Face watch it, all the way through, with handcuffs on.
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And the last line...? UNF. Gah. Yeah.
... I'm okay...