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Alcuin

Anael had been keeping an eye out for Alcuin without noticing him - until, of course, he spotted him with Hannibal, his attention drawn by the love radiating from the alcove. They were locked in a lover's embrace, for all that only one of them felt the warm sort of love Anael knew to recognise. There had been a flicker of something else for a second, coming from Hannibal, but it was gone as soon as it had sparked. It both warmed his heart and seeped cold into his bones, and he turned away to get another glass of wine from a passing waiter.

He had found Julie again in the crowd, and she was just telling him about this other party she was off to, and that he absolutely ought to come to. It was then that he spotted a flash of white in the crowd, making his way towards the exit, and he leaned in to kiss Julie's cheek, and gave her his warmest apologies, but there was a friend here that he had yet to catch, and she should make the most of her night. He would catch up with her if he could, but otherwise, she truly ought to seize the day.

Not that she needed him to tell her that.

He caught up with Alcuin, dressed in a white suit as Hannibal had described, the better to make him look... well, angelic, Anael supposed humans would call him. "Alcuin," he greeted him warmly, assuming that the mask on his features would not stop the young man from recognising him, as it had not stopped Hannibal. "Tell me you aren't on your way out already. I've been looking for you."

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Anael smiled again, at the sight of that one on Alcuin's face, then leaned up for another kiss, fingers fanned wide on the small of his back.

Alcuin made a little whimpering sound and kissed him back, moving slightly on his lap. Friction.

That drew a sound from Anael, too, fed into the kiss without breaking it, only spurring it on, fueling it with a little more intensity, a little less leisure. He curled his fingers, nails brushing over Alcuin's skin, then stretched them again, his other hand on the side of Alcuin's neck, fingers lost in his hair.

"Hani," whispered Alcuin against his lips before kissing him again. He wanted, and wasn't thinking much of anything else.

Anael would much rather answer that whispered breath of his name with a kiss than with words, and he pushed up into it, the shift of his hips under Alcuin bound to leave no doubt that yes, he was feeling desire. He pushed his hand further into Alcuin's hair, the kiss growing increasingly more heated.

Alcuin let out another little whimper, and then brought his hands to the buttons of his own shirt and undid them with deft fingers, letting it fall back to the floor behind them.

Anael's hands immediately roamed over the bare skin, learning the shape of Alcuin's torso, fingers riding the rosary of his spine. He was only just growing aware of how many layers he was still wearing himself, although it still didn't occur to him that a man in so much tweed, and in these circumstances, would have long since grown too hot to be comfortable. He was too happy to lose himself in Alcuin for now, to be honest; his own clothes could wait a little longer.

Alcuin knew by now that it was up to him to take the lead in moving this forward if he desired. Funny how it had gone from him never having such a role to it being the norm.

Though he had to pause and think about how far he wanted this to go. There was desire here, yes, but did he truly want to fall right into bed with his friend at the first opportunity? Maybe he should just enjoy this first, the kissing and the touching and the warmth between them.

Besides, in a couple of hours Hannibal would be here, and if he brought Hani to his bed he would need to call him and tell him not to come.

As far as Anael was concerned, the warmth had been changing into proper heat, but not the urgent sort. He had meant it when he had told Alcuin, as little or as much as he wanted. He was more than content with what they were already sharing, with the emotions building between them. One of his hands traveled feather-light up his chest, while the other curled over Alcuin's hips, and if he broke the kiss, it was only to trail his lips along Alcuin's jaw and to his neck, kissing and nipping at the tender skin.

"Touch me," Alcuin whispered, wanting to feel more of Hani's hands on his skin, even as he bent his head to kiss Hani's neck. A little whimper of pleasure escaped him.

Hannibal left the party early in the end. He could have stayed much longer, and he would have had it not been for Alcuin. He enjoyed parties very much, and those he was the centre of attention of even more. But he couldn't help thinking Alcuin deserved a little extra attention tonight. He was quite and quietly patient with Hannibal after all. And Hannibal never missed an opportunity to exert influence and to enjoy Alcuin's sadness, which he did, as much as his happiness.

He let himself in, as agreed and thought to go to the bedroom when he heard a noise from the living room.

When he walked in, he saw him with his back turned to him, straddling someone, in a passionate embrace. For a moment he said nothing, and his face revealed nothing.

Anael had closed his eyes, a hand in Alcuin's hair, and he moaned softly when his friend's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. His eyes fluttered open, and he frowned as they focused on the figure standing in the doorway - cold, cold Hannibal, his face an expressionless mask.

"Alcuin," he breathed out, shifting his hands to Alcuin's chest to push him back just enough for him to leave his neck alone. Once he had Alcuin's attention, he nodded in the direction of the doorway.

Alcuin first interpreted the sound of his name as a sexy one, and was moving towards Hani's neck again with his mouth, but then saw the expression on Hani's face and followed his gaze back.

The sight was Hannibal startled him immensely. He immediately scrambled off of Hani and to his feet. Though his reaction was not one of shame, or even embarrassment, just surprise.

"Hannibal! I - I didn't think you'd be here so soon."

For a brief moment Hannibal didn't know how to react. He wasn't angry, as such, but he would snap Hani's neck and be done with it without a second's hesitation.

He didn't, though. "I'm glad I didn't come later," he said, a little wryness in his voice. Had he come here later, might have meant catching the two in a far more intimate situation.

A little sadness on his face. "Did I mistake your meaning earlier tonight?"

Anael immediately missed the warm weight of Alcuin on top of him, but felt not even a twinge of shame for what they had been doing. He stood, adjusting his clothes and keeping his expression neutral. He had no part to play in this conversation.

Alcuin pulled his shirt off of the ground and tugged in on, though didn't bother to button it. "You didn't," he said gently to Hannibal. "I mentioned to Hani that you were coming later. He saw me home, and then we were..." A little self deprecating smile touched his lips. "Reading poetry. I didn't think you'd be here for some time, so I apologize you walked in on us, that was inconsiderate of me." He turned back to Hani. "And to you as well. I'm sorry."

"At least you weren't lonely, which I feared you might be," Hannibal said, keeping his voice kind and neutral. Only his eyes were slightly downcast and his lips were caught in a wry halfhearted smile.

"I apologize for my intrusion." He said this to Alcuin and Hani as well.

Anael shook his head slightly, to dismiss the apology as unnecessary. "I was only keeping you company until Hannibal arrived," he told Alcuin softly, laying a hand on his back, as if the touch would assure Alcuin that it was alright, truly. And it was. "I'll go."

Much as he did not like the doctor, he would not stand between Alcuin and him, not even for one night, if he could help it.

Alcuin would have been, actually. Lonely. That thought made him give Hani a fond smile. "Here," he said, and picked up the book to hand him. "You can take this if you like, and read the rest. If you promise to bring it back to me." It was quite a show of trust; there were so few copies of the book. But he wanted an excuse to see Hani again.

And it was Hani that he wanted to leave now, not Hannibal. Since he knew not both would stay.

Hannibal was pleased that he was not asked to leave, though he hadn't expected a different outcome. He had the decency not to show this, and waited patiently for the man to leave.

"I promise," Anael told his friend with a soft, touched smile, touching his hand in gratitude as he took the book from him. He would have to drop it off with someone else, before he returned it to Alcuin, but he could think of one or two people he would trust with it. "Enjoy the rest of your evening," he told the both of them, before heading out.

Alcuin started to say something else, but he could tell at least that Hani did not seem offended or upset. Once he was gone, Alcuin looked up at Hannibal.

"I'm sorry if that was awkward for you," he said quietly.

Awkward, yes. Not for seeing two men in an embrace, but for seeing such quiet adoration, such simple display of affection. It only confirmed that Alcuin was still his own, and was not ready yet to learn Hannibal's truth. He suddenly felt quite lonely.

"I shouldn't mind." Shouldn't, but did.

"Perhaps not, but I can tell that you do," Alcuin said gently. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Do you?" He couldn't imagine it.

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