#mx. sinister playing from another room

[spookyagentfmulder]

he was hoping it wouldn't come to this. hannibal knew dana would find a way to get fox there - leave him trail of breadcrumbs, so to speak. in fact, hannibal had counted on it. and he supposed he counted on mulder fighting back against hannibal, too, much like scully had in the beginning, but mulder was making this whole thing rather difficult. in one swift motion, he's plucked a butcher knife from the block on the counter, backing fox against it, the thick blade held dangerously close to his jugular. 'i can't say how glad i am that you're here, fox. however, i must insist that you act very carefully in the situation we all find ourselves in,' eyes meet the other man's, blade pressing just enough that a trickle of blood now drips from a shallow nick under mulder's chin. 'well? will you be good for me, agent mulder?' eyes glint a bit as his body presses further against fox's. 'i would greatly appreciate it if you would,'

He hadn't expected to be found. He thought he had covered his tracks very well, but something must have tipped Dr. Lecter off. Whatever it was, whoever it was, if didn't matter now. He had been surprised in his rental villa. He had been ambushed in what was supposed to be a safe house. He was now fearing for his life by the man that took Scully from him on a moment's notice. Blood trickles down his Adam's apple, bobbing with the thick swallow that comes with the realization of your mortality.

Fox realizes that Hannibal could have absolutely just killed him if he wanted to. Fox understands that this is a courtesy call. He is well aware that with the way he's being pressed into the counter, that this is practically a FRIENDLY warning. It doesn't keep his heart from thudding in his throat. If doesn't keep the anger from searing holes with his eyes into the other. One false move and everything they both worked for would be over. Neither of them wants that.

"You're not really leaving me much of a choice now, are you?" He can't help but settle against Hannibal's body. He can't help but seek the soft and warm when pinned against hard and cold. His body begins to fawn, almost instinctively.

I'll be good. I'll do what you say. Just please don't kill me.

Pathetic. Ridiculous.

@consumare