[Hannibal] Assimilation

"Hello, Dr. Lecter, please come in." The secretary opened the door for the visitor, and led the visitor to sit on the sofa. After asking if the visitor wanted coffee or other drinks and getting a negative answer, the young secretary The lady withdrew.

"You seem to be very interested in my new secretary?" The psychiatrist with dark blonde hair stuck to his forehead, wearing a blue three-piece suit and a golden tie was sitting behind the desk, looking at his patient.He put down the pen in his hand and crossed his hands.

"She is young and beautiful," said the patient in a flat voice.

"Yes," Hannibal nodded in agreement, "A girl immersed in romance, but that's not what attracts you to her, the way you look at her seems to be examining and rating in your heart, but It doesn't get a high score."

"I just don't like how she dresses...it's too revealing and not dignified."

"Really?" Hannibal got up and walked to the sofa to sit down. Communicating face-to-face with the patient can better observe the other person's micro-expression, so as to accurately judge the other person's psychology.

"Then why did you come this time? I remember that you refused to maintain the doctor-patient relationship between us before. Successful psychological counseling must be based on mutual trust. You don't trust me, do you?"

"No doctor, I'm just... your other identity makes me..."

"As a student's parent? No one will know about this, we have a confidentiality agreement, right?" Hannibal raised the corners of his lips, and changed into a more comfortable position, "Well, since you came Now, does it mean that you have decided to give yourself to me?"

The man sat there with his hands tightly clutching his trouser legs, and Hannibal noticed that when he said the word student parent, the expression on the other person's face was very stiff, but it was more like a well-hidden expression than embarrassment. Excited, Hannibal was very interested.

"Yes doctor, I need help!" The patient became excited, and in Hannibal's eyes, it was a very poor performance, "I can't go on like this, every day I close my eyes, I think of him, if this goes on I will hurt him!"

Perhaps for Gabriel's sake, Ms. Cross arranged a separate studio for Neil, and promised to keep it a secret for them—if they had the chance to see Gabriel's naked body, all the girls in the school would go crazy, although only Show your upper body.

With Hannibal's consent, Gabriel spent half an hour every day after school as a model for Neil.

Neil is really talented and thoughtful in painting.Neil first outlined his composition, and even Gabriel, who was used to seeing Hannibal's level, had to admit that he was very creative.But in contrast, his chattering attributes are also very prominent.

"You know what? Anyone at school finds out that you're in the same room with me and stripped to a pair of trousers, they're going to kill me!" After getting acquainted, Neil began to run wild, "I bet there's no Who wouldn't like you!"

Gabriel didn't say a word, feeling very disapproving in his heart, even if he was handsome, he couldn't be loved by everyone.

"Hey, did you roll your eyes just now?" Neil was pinching the pencil, and he was drawing up to the eyes, so that he could capture that very secretive movement, and be able to see the other side of Gabriel's gentle and humble appearance. On the one hand, Neil was very pleasantly surprised, "Don't believe it, there are many people who admire you in school, and that Dr. Lecter is your father! You are good-looking, with excellent grades and a gentle personality. Seriously, you transferred here It has been more than half a year, and I have never seen you angry..."

"Even that jerk Jonathan likes you, yes I said before he gets hands on girls, but he's a double isn't he? I once saw him jam a boy in a toilet and make him squat In front of him, the boy's hair color and eye color are the same as yours... Uh, Gabriel, you don't dislike being gay, do you?" Neil suddenly remembered that saying such words to Gabriel seemed to be disrespectful to him, that was a person The boy who is so clean that it feels like a work of art.

Neil raised his eyes to look at the Seraphim under the setting sun, but found that the other party was looking at him, and there was no emotion in those sky blue eyes.The temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and Neil shuddered and involuntarily looked away.

"Ahh!" He sneezed so hard that the curly brown-haired boy almost fell off the chair. "It's a good thing I turned my face away, otherwise the painting would be ruined!"

"It's windy, it's already autumn and it's cold at night, you're wearing too little." Gabriel's eyes were gentle, and his face was full of concern for Neil... So that look just now must be an illusion!

The wind blew up the veil in front of the window, and the setting sun that was shining in just now completely set. The late autumn night fell very quickly, and the temperature was indeed much colder.

"At least I wear more clothes than you!" Neil couldn't laugh or cry. He scratched his messy hair, quickly picked up the coat that was put aside, and walked over to hand it to Gabriel.

"You took it by mistake. It's yours." Gabriel didn't answer. He has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and it's hard for him to accept clothes worn by others.

"Put it on first!" It turned out that it was so cold by the window, but Gabriel didn't say a word. Thinking of this, Neil wanted to slap himself in the face. He hurriedly put the coat on Gabriel's naked upper body, fingers inevitably When the ground touched his cool skin, Neil didn't dare to lift his head, for fear that his face as red as a monkey's butt would appear in Gabriel's sight.

"Hey, what is this?" There was a very thin mark on Gabriel's collarbone, like a scar from an operation, but it was not obvious, "Have you ever been injured here, Gabriel?" touch there.

Gabriel raised his hand to grab the hand that was not so clean while holding the paintbrush all the year round. Gabriel looked down at the boy in front of him who was ten centimeters shorter than himself. His long eyelashes trembled with incomparable sincerity. He said softly, "Don't touch it if you don't want to receive an invitation from the devil."

"Ah..." Neil stared at him blankly, unable to say anything, only knowing that the flawless face in front of him was getting closer and closer to him, so close that his nose was full of Gabriel's breath.

There was something soft on the corner of the mouth, and it fell apart as soon as it was touched, and the warm breath was transferred to the ear like a naughty elf, "It's actually very disgusting, between men and men, but sometimes things don't go according to the rules. Your and my will..."

Gabriel's eyes kept staring in one direction, and Neil followed his eyes, and saw a tall and strong black boy standing there under the wind-blown sycamore tree outside the window, that was Jonathan quick.

After dinner, Gabriel played Hannibal’s favorite harpsichord in the piano room. The crisp and bright tone made people feel happy. Gabriel closed his eyes and immersed himself in the music. There was a very slight sound of footsteps.

When Gabriel opened his eyes, Hannibal had been standing there for a long time.

"You're in a good mood today." It's really rare that he likes to play two pieces of music in succession. This kid usually doesn't have such patience.

Probably because he was too strict when teaching him to play the piano when he was a child, Gabriel became rebellious. Although he played well, he never liked playing.

"Probably." Gabriel closed the piano cover, stood up and walked in front of Hannibal. He opened the front of his shirt, revealing the scar on his collarbone. "Today Neil asked me how I got this."

"Did you tell him?" Hannibal spoke very slowly, pronouncing every word carefully, with a strange rhythm.His voice was low and hoarse, and the vibration of his vocal cords knocked on his eardrums.

"No, of course not," Gabriel repeated.

Hannibal caressed the scar on his fair skin, which was as light as a thin line, "This scar will disappear soon, much lighter than before."

"But the deep traces there will never disappear." Gabriel lowered his eyes.

Hannibal's fingers stayed there, as if he wanted to feel the imprint hidden under the skin and flesh with his fingertips.

"Are you happy just for this? My child." Hannibal looked at the young man who was taller than himself in front of him, stroked his hair, and kissed him on the forehead, "I remember when I started, you cried Very powerful."

"It's pitiful to have suffered so many crimes but no one knows about it." Gabriel blinked, his brows furrowed intentionally, "Dad, you need to give me some compensation."

"I will." Hannibal rubbed the back of his neck, inserted his fingers into the golden hair, bit the young man's lower lip, and when the young man opened his thin lips obediently, he actively sucked the tip of his tongue into his mouth and licked it /During the kiss, the mature man gave a sexy low smile and said vaguely, "You can do whatever you want to me."

"Really?" Gabriel panted, kissing was still too exciting for him, and his young body couldn't stand a little provocation.

"Yes, except to the end," Hannibal looked at him gently, breathing steadily as if nothing had happened, "You're too young, Gabriel."

"Huh—everytime! I'm 19!" Gabriel pushed his father away angrily, telling Hannibal this after what he did to him? !Why didn't he remember that he was still a child when he cut open his body and carved his name on his bones?

Hannibal smiled slightly, his eyes were inclusive and doting, as if he was looking at an ignorant child - in fact, he probably really thought so, they kissed and embraced, took a bath together, slept together, Hannibal Pull will occasionally help him out.But they never had intercourse, if it wasn't for the intense embrace/kiss, Hannibal would have to go to the bathroom for a long time every time, Gabriel would have thought he had a cold personality.

The eyes he looked at him were always gentle. Lust/thought is a kind of strong aggressive emotion. Hannibal never looked at him like that, but Gabriel knew that Hannibal didn't want to, he was just too restrained .

This is the first time Gabriel has seen Hannibal backing down, so he clings to that, the only weakness he has to grasp if he wants to win.

If he wanted revenge on Hannibal... that was his only chance.

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Neil will die in the next chapter, the rhythm is a bit slow, it needs to be sped up