Candy Hearts

AkinXHannibal

Sadistic laughter combined with the thumping bass of screaming music, sweat and fluids clinging to scarred, clammy flesh. The horrid bitter taste of someone in his mouth, choking off his air and making his lungs clench tight in agony. The stinging pain of muscles ripping and stretching beyond the limits, and cruel vulgarity sneered into his ear.

This is what you deserve.

You're a monster.

Open up, slut.

His stomach clenched tight and a scream lodged in his throat. His eyes screwed shut at the hazy thick fog that only choked off his air further. The drugs like acid floating through his system, but not enough to dull the pain that exploded up his back, through his legs, and shattering his hips. The drugs only made his muscles feel like rubber, bones brittle, and powers fade. It was the sort of feeling he recognized and savored, clung to desperately in hopes that everything else would pass.

His eyes fluttered open slowly, shifting to the crowd of indistinguishable faces until he found one he recognized and his heart crumbled in his chest, falling into his stomach like blocks of cement. Wide blue eyes of horror, sweet angelic face streaked with tears, platinum blonde hair whipped up into a black scrunchie.

A dream... such a dark dream...

Akin...

His eyes flew wide open and he blinked rapidly, his breathing coming out in sharp pants. He was surrounded by darkness, the warm soft comfort of a thick quilt laid over him, arms wrapped tightly around a lean, muscular waist. He gulped in hot breathes of air, reaching for the edge of the blanket, only to have a pale slender hand do it for him, pulling it open so dim sunlight could pour under the covers.

Sunlight that illuminated a beautifully chiseled face, elegant with smooth high cheek bones, a pair of brilliant blue eyes that glittered like a summer sky, platinum blonde hair that fell over a lithe shoulder, concern creasing a handsome brow.

"Hannibal," His smooth masculine voice tinged with the slightest New York accent, "Are you all right?" Hannibal blinked a few more times, ensuring that he truly was staring into the only face that didn't glare at him with contempt.

No, there had been a time when those eyes had blurred with tears, betrayal curling those perfect lips, agony making his brow twitch. That face of salvation had once cursed him, and he held his breath each morning in wait that it would once again return to sneering, but it didn't.

Hannibal couldn't find words to respond to his master. He didn't feel the need. His master always seemed to know how he felt. And now, his master knew everything about him. His master knew where to touch him to make him melt, knew where to strike him where it hurt, knew the darkest corners of a past he'd long since given up fleeing. His master could easily break him and use him, like so many before him, and yet he never used that authority to make Hannibal feel degrated. He somehow managed to be merciful and it made Hannibal sink back down on the bed, relieved that it'd only been another plaguing nightmare rather than a harsh reality he'd wish never to return to.

His master reached beneath the blankets, sinking his long tapered fingers into Hannibal's thick black hair, savoring the silky locks sliding between his fingers. He massaged Hannibal's scalp to soothe him, making Hannibal relax with his nose touching his master's abdomen. Hard and flat with lithe muscles that had well proven their strength, the only pillow Hannibal found himself ever longing for.

Even better, his master never asked about the nightmares. He'd already lived them, and relived them on occasional dreary nights, and his master didn't want to harm him further by forcing him to recount them.

"Do you want some breakfast?" His master asked after a while. Hannibal had to force his heavy eyelids open, tilting his head up to stare straight up into the smiling face of the only person who'd ever touched him tenderly. Even when he was spanking him or sexually teasing him, Hannibal felt each breath of affection Akin laid across his neck, each gentle kiss along his bruised, broken spine.

He said nothing to his master, merely gave a nod. He wanted nothing more than to please the man who loved him so. It was a great honor to take Akin's throbbing cock into his mouth. The succulent flavor better than the nectar of the gods. He had learned well now how to work Akin into a blissful orgasm. He closed his eyes with joy as he savored the sound of Akin's deep moans, the way his master's fingers twisted in his hair and pulled, urging him to take him deeper.

There had been a time when Hannibal would have choked and gagged at the request. And honestly, should anyone else have done such a thing to him, he'd surely choke and kill someone for asking.

But this wasn't just anyone.

This was his master. His ever merciful savior. He would walk across hot coals just to get a scrunchie for his master. And deepthroating the man would be more than just pleasure for his master. He took Akin deeper into his mouth, listening to his master's praises like the finest of music.

"Mm," Akin purred deeply, "Good boy, Hannibal. You're such a good boy." Hannibal felt a swelling in his chest, and between his legs, but the one that always baffled him the most was the one in his chest. He'd never felt it before he met Akin, even with Cain. It was solely a reaction he had whenever he was with Akin. He called it love because that was the only word he could pin on it. The warm swelling that gave him the urge to cling to Akin, a flutter of happiness that made him almost weep with relief. It renewed his vigor to taste his lover's sweet juice.

And it didn't take much longer for Akin to arch his back, thrust his hips into Hannibal's awaiting mouth, and come hard. Akin shuddered and groaned, clenching his fist in Hannibal's hair tightly before loosening, a dreamy smile spreading across his lips before he looked down beneath the blankets. He watched that tongue dart out and lick at his lips, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Hannibal licked at his cock a few times, cleaning him up as Akin fingered the black leather collar around his lover's throat. If he kept it up, neither of them would get anything done.

"Why don't you go make something to eat, then we can shower and head out?" Akin asked. Hannibal blinked, then nodded his head before sliding out of bed. Akin bit his bottom lip hungrily, watching the way Hannibal's muscles bunched and flexed when he moved to get a pair of sweatpants on. Hannibal obediently went downstairs to let his master rest for a bit longer, entering the kitchen and preparing a meal. As he placed a pan on the stove, sprinkled oil in it before cracking eggs to pour inside, he felt a distant memory hover in the back of his mind.

He'd once woken much earlier than this to cook for a father who actually placed his hand on their burner. He could still remember the harsh pain that erupted in his tender palm when it laid flat on the stone that was so hot, it was glowing red beneath the black glass. Stoves, while different than, were same in the sense that touching them was traumatizing. Worse still was that his father had insisted he train with his brothers after breakfast, something Hannibal looked forward to as much as he did a visit to the dentist.

He shook the memory away as he finished preparing his master's breakfast. Akin came down the stairs with a sleepy yawn as he tied his hair up into a skull designed scrunchie before making a noise of delight, coming over to sit at the bar.

"I will never get tired of your cooking, pet." He praised. A warm thrill went through Hannibal's chest, but Akin would have never noticed with Hannibal's mask of stoicism ever in place. Akin took a bite of the warm egg biscuit drenched in sausage gravy, a moan of pleasure spilling past his lips at the assault of numerous tastes on his tongue. He swallowed and gave Hannibal a smile that Hannibal's eyes fluttered at, like he could think of no greater pleasure than his master's pleasure.

"Sit down and eat with me." Akin said, patting the seat beside him. Without hesitation, Hannibal obeyed, sitting down with a plate of food, taking small elegant bites. It wasn't on purpose. It had been engrained into him by Cain.

He still remembered the day Cain had chosen him to be his servant. He had worked in Hades's household as a typical servant. He cleaned a little here, a little there, prepared meals and ran the small miniscule errands for the god. Hades had finally convinced Cain to take on second-in-command, having chosen the best of his army and lined them up in the dining hall. A glorious room with a high peaked ceiling, walls fading from black to green near the top, a giant glass and bone designed chandelier. Hannibal had been ordered to stand by with a tray of drinks as he kept near Hades's side.

"Will you stop trying to find a flaw in each of them," Hades was ranting in irritation, his black steel armor clinking as he walked, "Everyone has a flaw, Cain, get over it." Cain could most certainly not get over it, the spoiled brat. He walked tall and proud, a snug black corset over a fishnet long sleeved top and black leather pants, his heeled boots thumping on the floor as he walked along the row of soldiers, all of whom looked ready to tear Cain to pieces for insulting them.

"They're either too old or not attractive," Cain told Hades in irritation, "Haven't you seen a decent battle movie? If I'm gonna have someone work for me, they have to be young, attractive, and kick ass. And all of these are lesser demons. Vampires, werewolves, and demons, oh my. So fucking scary. Don't you have anyone else?" Hades pinched the bridge of his nose, about ten seconds from beating the child senseless on his own before he gestured for Hannibal to come forward with the drinks. Hannibal had learned by now that refusing Hades's command would result in a vicious beating and, while the pain hardly bothered him by then, it was rather difficult to work with a busted leg.

Hannibal came forward and held the tray out as Hades snatched the whole bottle of vodka off the tray and popped it open, taking a huge gulp. Cain rolled his eyes at his father. turning to take a glass, then paused as he met Hannibal's eyes. Hannibal stared back at him blankly. There was a silence before Cain spoke.

"What's your name?" He asked. Hades scoffed.

"He's just a servant Zeus gave me," He said, then muttered bitterly under his breath, "Because when you have to take out the trash, just send it to the underworld, huh?" Cain ignored him and glared hard at Hannibal, who appeared bored with his threatening glare.

"Hannibal." He replied flatly. Cain relaxed at that, then scanned Hannibal from head to toe, then met his eyes again.

"Are you blind in your left eye?"

"No."

"Can you fight?"

"Yes."

"Fight all these guys." Cain commanded. Hannibal appeared unamused, but no more so than Hades, who snorted.

"He's probably never fought a trained soldier. Stop being a little shit and trying to kill my servants."

"He's just a cast off from Zeus, right? So it doesn't matter if he dies. Besides, those scars don't look like they were just handed out. It looks like he did some fighting."

"Fuck if I know. I don't ask my servants their life's story. If that were the case, I might as well just go bald and call myself Dr. fucking Phil." Hades snorted. Cain glared at him, but eventually they'd come to an agreement and Hannibal found himself taking down all twelve of the high ranking officers Hades had hired.

"Ohh, baby," Cain purred with sadistic delight as he approached Hannibal, who was caked in blood with a single scratch in the corner of his mouth, "That was the hottest thing since Internet porno. I'll take him."

"I don't recall saying he was for sale." Hades said dryly. Cain ignored him and laid a hand on Hannibal's chest before he reached up, yanking Hannibal by the hair and jerking his head down so their foreheads touched.

"My name is Cain and I'm going to be your god from here on out. Do I make myself clear, Hannibal?" He demanded, a wicked smirk on his face. Hannibal stared at him, and while his expression was blank, interest glowed in his eyes.

Someone wanted him.

Someone finally wanted him.

"Yes," Hannibal heard himself breath, "Yes, Lord Cain."

It had been the beginning of yet another arc in Hannibal's past that he wished to the cruel gods above he could banish, but like those nights trapped in that club bathroom, it was forever seared into his brain and came at the most inconvenient times. Hannibal blinked the memory away. Banished the memories of Cain's cruel touch that left as many scars on his body as the Titanomachy and the Battle of Atlantis had. He returned to the present, where he sat beside Akin, who was happily enjoying his meal.

"Hannibal, sweetheart, why don't you go upstairs and shower?" Akin asked. Hannibal frowned curiously at that. Generally they shower together. Akin enjoyed washing his hair and cleaning every part of him. But he wouldn't argue with a request from his master. Hannibal nodded his head obediently and got up from the bar, heading up the stairs. He made it to the top, then slowed to a stop in front of the bathroom door. He cocked his head, smelling something rich and sweet coming from inside the bathroom, and oddly enough, there were little candy hearts scattered on the way to the bathroom. Hannibal hesitated, looking over his shoulder, expecting Akin to come upstairs and explain this to him, but he never did. He looked back down at the floor with a curious frown and stooped over, picking up a handful of little rainbow colored hearts with small messages scrawled on them.

Cheesy things like Be Mine, Forever Yours, I heart you. Hannibal moved along the little path, picking the hearts up mostly out of instinct as it was his duty to keep the penthouse clean. By the time he reached the bathroom door, his hands were overflowing with the little hearts and confusion.

He used his foot to move the bathroom door open, then blinked in surprise at the large tub filled with warm steaming water and rose petals scattered around the room. Red and white candles were set up in a beautiful array of hearts on the counter and the towel rack, casting a warm glow. It smelled heavily of roses, and a box of chocolates sat next to the tub on a small stand.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Akin's voice said near his ear. Hannibal blinked, then snapped his head to look at Akin, startled. Akin smiled at the rare show of emotion on Hannibal's face. It was exactly what he'd been aiming for. He knew very well that Hannibal had never celebrated the holiday in his life, and probably didn't even know what it was, but he wanted to give Hannibal his first and best Valentine's day gift. He stroked his hand down Hannibal's muscular arm and gave him a kiss on the shoulder, peering up at him.

"Aren't you going to get in?" Akin asked, reaching out to pick up a candy heart and holding it up to Hannibal's lips. Hannibal wasn't quite sure how to react, so he parted his lips and let Akin press the candy heart into his mouth, then close his mouth. Hannibal reluctantly set the candy hearts down in a pile on the counter before moving to the tub, stripping off his sweatpants.

"Hang on." Akin said suddenly. Hannibal remained placid, turning to face Akin as he stood there completely naked. Akin bit his bottom lip hungrily, raking his gaze from the top of Hannibal's head all the way down to his feet. He came forward, splaying his hands across Hannibal's chest, savoring the feel of the hard corded muscles there. Akin licked his lips, studying the way Hannibal's muscles flexed under his hands. He moved his hands to the sides, brushing them over his nipples. Hannibal clenched his teeth at that, the hot chill of desire climbing his spine so quickly that it almost knocked him to his knees. He struggled to stay standing as Akin rubbed and pulled at his nipples until they were swollen and hard. Akin beamed at that, then looked up at Hannibal.

He admired the way the man's mismatched blue and white eyes glowed, pupil dilated, eyelids fluttering. He stood on his toes, reaching up to take Hannibal by the collar and pulling him down so their lips could meet. Akin immediately took command of his mouth, savoring the the hot moist cavern of Hannibal's mouth. He sucked on his tongue, nipped at his lips until they were swollen. Akin smirked when he felt Hannibal swell up against him. He reached between them and took a hold of him. Hannibal gasped quietly, closing his eyes and letting his head drop onto Akin's shoulder. Akin smiled at that, stroking Hannibal's shaft until he was throbbing hard.

"Get in the tub, baby." Akin ordered gently as he released his grip. Hannibal nodded and slowly stepped back into the tub. Akin peeled his clothes off and Hannibal watched with hungry eyes as more and more of his master's soft pale skin was revealed. It seemed to glow in the candlelight, as if he were a ghost and Hannibal felt a small sliver of fear at that. Unable to contain himself, he reached out and touched Akin's chest, making Akin arch a brow as Hannibal stroked his skin.

"What's wrong?" Akin asked, noticing the glimmer in Hannibal's eyes.

"Making sure you're there." Hannibal answered, then withdrew his hand. Akin felt his heart twist at that. He stepped into the tub with Hannibal, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down for a deep passionate kiss that made Hannibal's body ache. Akin pulled back, smiling as he cupped Hannibal's face in his hands.

"Still here, honey." He said. Hannibal studied his face, imprinting that soft gentle smile into his memory before he leaned in and kissed Akin on the forehead. Akin shivered before lowering himself into the water, pulling Hannibal down with him so Hannibal was seated between his legs, his broad back against Akin's chest. Akin closed his eyes and savored the feel of Hannibal against him. He took the pink shower poof off the rack and dipped it into the water before moving it across Hannibal's shoulders and back. Hannibal tilted his head as Akin paused to undo his collar.

An odd sensation crept through Hannibal each time Akin undid his collar. He wasn't sure why, but it alarmed him whenever he did that. It was as if Akin's mark of possession was being removed and he was alone again. But he remained silent as Akin washed his neck, then leaned in to lay a gentle line of kissed until he reached the back of Hannibal's neck. Hannibal growled low in his throat at the feel of Akin's soft lips against his wet skin.

Akin smirked, pushing aside the shower poof, before wrapping his arms around Hannibal's waist, his hand reaching between his legs to cup him. Hannibal groaned and tilted his head back against Akin's shoulder. Akin nuzzled him as he stroked and tugged at Hannibal until he could feel him coming closer and closer to his limit. Hannibal panted, reaching up to sink his fingers into Akin's hair. He was very careful not to pull Akin's pretty blonde hair. It was one of Akin's few rules. Akin had an aversion to people pulling on his hair, and he respected that.

"Ah, ah," Akin breathed, squeezing Hannibal almost painfully, "You can't come yet. I didn't give you permission." Hannibal felt a whimper climb his throat as he clenched his teeth. It was a bit painful to have Akin's hand wrap around him so tightly, but it was a pain that he savored and closed his eyes to feel more fully. Akin smiled and kissed at his cheek.

"Good boy... Do me a favor? Bend over the side of the tub." He added sweetly. Hannibal nodded and leaned away, moving to the side of the tub and bracing his hands on it. His whole body twitched and ached as he lowered his head, until he felt Akin's hand sink into his hair and pull back sharply so his head was lifted. Akin leaned over him, smiling before he kissed at Hannibal's ear, loosening his grip on his lover's hair. He took Hannibal's earlobe into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it. Hannibal melted at that tiny gesture, his arms trembling in effort to keep him from sliding back off into the water.

His senses were heightened and burned. The steady glow of the candle made everything hazy. The scents of the candles mingled with Akin's natural sweet smell was intoxicating. The feel of Akin's cock rubbing in between his thighs, his mouth suckling at his ear, hot breath invading him. All he could focus on was Akin's breath, his heartbeat.

Everything was Akin.

"I have another present for you," Akin murmured against his skin, "You can choose whatever position you want today. And you can prepare yourself too." He slid away from Hannibal and sat back down in the tub. Hannibal knelt in front of him, appearing surprisingly hesitant. Akin smiled, reaching out to take Hannibal's hands.

"You can do anything you want, Hannibal." He urged. Hannibal instinctively knew what Akin was hedging towards without actually saying it. He'd never been the one to enter Akin. He didn't even like thinking about it. He felt as if he'd be sullying him, and the only time he'd ever done that to someone... His stomach contracted sharply at the thought. He didn't dare hurt Akin like that. If Akin were to cry because of him, he'd never be able to live with himself.

However, Akin was ordering him to pick a position, and a position he would pick.

He sat back against the tub and reached between his legs, keeping eye contact with Akin, who watched with widening eyes and cheeks flushing. Hannibal sank his teeth into his bottom lip, pressing a finger inside himself. A shudder coursed through him and for a moment, he thought he'd come just like that until Akin reached out and gave his cock a squeeze.

"You can't come yet, though." Akin crooned. Hannibal nodded breathlessly and added a second finger. Akin watched, wetting his lips as he admired the way Hannibal touched himself. The water rippled and bubbled as he shifted, arching his back for Akin to get a better view. Akin smirked and leaned in to meet Hannibal's lips. Hannibal kissed him back desperately, wanting to feel more than just his fingers invading his private regions. He slowly moved forward, his lips never once leaving Akin's as Akin settled back into a sitting position and Hannibal straddled him, arms around his neck to hold him close. Akin groaned, tilting his head up to nip playfully at Hannibal's naked throat, his hands sliding down Hannibal's back, reveling at the wet warm feel of his muscles bunching beneath his hands.

"God, you're so sexy," Akin purred, leaning back against the wall to gaze up into Hannibal's flushed face, his hands on either side of his face and wiping back wet strands of hair, "I love you so much, Hannibal. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me... You're so precious to me." Hannibal held his breath for a moment, studying Akin as the man stroked the hair back from his face before slowing to a pause, tilting his head in confusion when Hannibal hadn't responded. He met Hannibal's eyes in concern before Hannibal breathed out slowly.

"Are you okay?" Akin asked. Hannibal nodded slowly, then leaned in to bury his face against Akin's neck. There was a very faint tremble to him that made Akin bit his lip nervously.

"If I'm dreaming, I never want to wake up." He murmured against Akin's skin. Akin bit down on his tongue to keep from crying as he cradled Hannibal to him tightly. It was those heartbreaking moments of total vulnerability that made him want to hold Hannibal forever and beat back anyone who dared to threaten him. His heart bled for his precious pet. He had never had someone hold him like this. He never had someone touch him without the intent to hurt him. And he had never had someone give him presents for Valentine's Day.

I'll give him the best Valentine's Day present in the world. Akin swore, then pulled back and held Hannibal out. Hannibal stared back at him. Right eye a vivid bright blue that glowed on occasion, the left a deep milky white, and still able to watch everything with an alertness a mercenery would envy. The candlelight made his tawny skin glow, illuminating the side of his face and making the scars criss-crossing his entire body more prominent. Including the long forked scar that slashed through his milky eye and struck out at the corner of his lips.

Akin reached up and traced his finger down over the scar. Hannibal closed his eye, then peered open his other eye.

"Does it bother you?" Hannibal's voice was hollow. Akin blinked, then smiled and stroked his thumb across the injury.

"No, baby. It just makes you even sexier." He promised. Hannibal just cocked his head like a dog that didn't understand, but Akin didn't mind. He understood. He leaned in and kissed the scar, feeling the smooth ridge beneath his lips. Hannibal felt a chill steal up his spine before he tilted his head to take Akin's lips against his own.

Another series of hot and hungry kisses before Hannibal clutched Akin's shoulders, and Akin gripped Hannibal's hips, lowering him down. Hannibal clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly as Akin filled him completely. A low moan spilled past his lips and he held Akin to him tightly, breathing out slowly. Akin sighed blissfully, tilting his head to look up into Hannibal's serene expression. He smiled slowly and arched his hips up. Hannibal gasped, arching his back. Akin ground his hips up against him, savoring the wet slaps of skin, the water rippling and splashing around them.

This position wasn't enough, Hannibal realized desperately, trying hard not to sink his fingernails into Akin's slender shoulders. He arched his back, trying to take in Akin deeper, before growling in frustration low in his throat. Akin smiled at that. He could see this wasn't working. They adjusted, getting to their feet. Hannibal put his arm up over his head, grabbing the bar over his head and pressing his back against the wall of the tub, his leg pushed high up so Akin could plunge himself back inside. Hannibal sank his teeth down on his bottom lip, but couldn't stifle the whimper of pleasure as Akin sank deep inside him. Akin rolled his hips against him, smiling as he kissed Hannibal's leg, then leaned in to lick at his cheek.

"Do you like this, pet?" Akin purred. Hannibal only managed a quick nod. Akin laughed quietly, then thrust his hips forward. Hannibal gasped and clutched the bar tighter over his head, panting heavily as Akin repeatedly struck the spot inside him that made him quiver. His leg was trembling under his weight, ready to give out.

Moments later, their position was switched. Hannibal lay on his back on the bathroom floor, Akin holding him under the knees and driving himself hard inside. Hannibal arched his back, gripping Akin's shoulders as he gasped for breath.

Pleasure tore through him in white ribbons, momentarily blinding him as he spasmed in release. Akin clenched his teeth at Hannibal's muscles tightening around him, sucking him in deeply. He tightened his grip on Hannibal's legs and thrust in hard, groaning as he came hard.

Another two rounds and Akin's muscles felt like rubber as he laid beside Hannibal, both of them back in bed again. Akin laid on his side, his hand buried in Hannibal's long black hair that fell across the white sheets in a stark contrast. Soft and silky, still damp from their bath sex. A slow smile came across his lips as Hannibal lay in silence beside him, his long arms wrapped around his waist and his cheek pressed against Akin's stomach.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Hannibal." Akin murmured. Hannibal blinked, then looked up and stared at him. Akin brushed the hair back from his face and Hannibal's eyes flickered for a moment before a strange look appeared on his face, and if Akin didn't know any better, he'd say it was shame.

"I didn't get you anything." Hannibal said emptily. Akin shook his head and hugged Hannibal to him close.

"Oh, baby, you give me everything. Don't you worry about it. We can share this chocolate together, huh?" He added, then reached across the bed to the pillow where they'd put the chocolate. He picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth before taking another piece and holding it out to Hannibal, who opened his mouth. Akin smiled and placed it on Hannibal's tongue, savoring the way Hannibal's lips closed around his fingers and sucked on it until he pulled it out.

Hannibal frowned, rolling the small chocolate nugget around in his mouth, confused by the sudden assault of sugar and chocolate on his tastebuds. God, it was awful. The amount of sugar packed into that tiny bite was almost enough to kill him-- and he was immortal. But he couldn't bring himself to spit it out. Not after Akin had went out and bought it and even fed it to him. So he endured the horribly sugary treat.

Because it was worth it to see Akin smile at him as if he were the most beloved thing in the world.

It made Hannibal's rotten heart pound in his chest.

He knew he was filthy. He knew he was cruel. He was a monster, and everyone took their chance to remind him of what he had been, of what he'd done to get where he was today. Each time he stood in front of the mirror, he'd stare at the scars that echoed with the screams of his past. The lives he's taken, the lives he'd destroyed, and the lives he'd corrupted. His mistakes, his flaws. All of them screamed in his face like the people on the streets whenever he dared to step foot outside. Their sneers and their jeers, their spit sticking to his face, and the occasional lecherous leer by people he recognized as the people who'd gathered to watch his torture that night at the club.

He was the lowest of the low.

And yet somehow, someway, this angel had took him by the hand and picked him up out of the slimy gutter he'd lived his entire life. This angel smiled at him, this angel touched him without cringing or vomiting. This angel could love him. This angel had even cared enough to give him his first Valentine's.

For the first time, he wasn't sitting alone at the bar with other single men who spat and cursed the world. He was at home with someone who wanted him, who needed him.

Hannibal closed his eyes and pressed his face against Akin's soft skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his angel, his savior, his lover, his friend, his everything.

"Happy Valentine's Day... Akin." He breathed. Akin felt his eyes well up with tears, but he blinked them back and smiled, stroking Hannibal's hair.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Hannibal."

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A/N: Phew, so that was mainly sex, but it's Valentine's Day and that's what happens. Akin and Hannibal, everyone! My favorite babies♥