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Rating: VERY NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If they
were, I probably wouldn't do this. No Copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: Mentions of Sexual kidnapping,
Depravity, Allusions To Childhood Sexual Abuse, and GRAPHIC (I can't believe
I'm Posting This) Descriptions of M/M Sexual Consensual (I think that's how
it's spelled, gotta' get the dictionary. Yup, that's it) Relations.
Authors Notes: Face seems to be more
babyish and insecure than he normally would and does in most of my stories, but
please remember he's just come out of a totally traumatizing situation and is
entering another.... kind of like the author. :-D
Summary: Uh . . .Bad Thing happens, Hannibal helps Face Deal
and Learn Because Face Asks.
Hannibal sighed and looked at Face as he sat,
the back seat of
the van, wearing only a pair of tight, black leather
pants, and Hannibal's coat. Stockwell had talked Face into going
into a mission by
himself with other agents, who had completely
screwed their end
of the deal and had allowed Face to be taken by the
bastards who haunted the gay bars and preyed only on
Needless to say, when Hannibal and
the other two had found
out about it,
they were pissed. They were pissed
at Stockwell for
shaming Face into
taking the assignment, they were pissed at the
agents who had
let Face be captured, and they were pissed at Face
especially as they knew how deeply rooted his fear of being
used by men ran.
Face had never said anything, but the others could
tell, by Face's
reaction to being raped in the Vietcong prison camp,
that it hadn't
been the first time that had happened, and considering
how young he was,
they knew it had to have happened several times
when he was a
child. However, Face had never spoken to them about it
there were no records on him other than the sketchy
and the times he'd been in prison during the
military. All his
juvenile records would have been searched and
he'd turned twenty-one, but they had mysteriously
shortly before he'd joined the army.
So, Hannibal, B.A., and Murdock had
taken matters into their
own hands and
shaken down whatever informer they could find until
they got what
they needed, and had then raided the farm on the
outskirts of Washington. Each room
they searched sickened them more
and more, and
every time they ran across someone, they asked him for
knocked him out whether he had some or not. They
Face in an anteroom, drugged into immobility, strung up
on some kind of
contraption that forced his hands apart, over his
head, and his
legs apart, wearing only the leather pants. They'd put
a collar around
Face's neck, and the two men that surrounded him were
yanking on it as their hands explored Face's body and
When they had met those of the guys,
Face's eyes had not only
and shame, but also a gratitude and relief that was
humbling to a
certain degree. No one said anything as they
two men around Face, then Murdock and B.A. released
him form the
restraints and he fell into Hannibal's
Colonel felt the
icy coldness of Face's skin and took off his own
coat and, as one
would have dressed a child and just as gently, put
it around Face.
B.A. picked the paralyzed lieutenant
up and cradled him as
tucked Face's hands into the sleeves of the jacket
so his arms
wouldn't flop around as he was carried out of the
four men entered the van and Hannibal
to pick up the
garbage as B.A. set Face in his accustomed seat and
made sure he
wouldn't fall out. Without a word, B.A. pulled out of
the driveway and Hannibal glanced back at
Face, then looked over at
us a hotel for tonight. If I see Stockwell, I'm going
"Stand in line." Murdock
almost spit as he reached over and
Face's hand, which had twitched, and they knew the
drug was wearing
"Yeah." B.A. snarled, and
turned off the highway.
A small, hoarse, thready noise that
sounded suspiciously like
a sob left Face.
"I'm...sorry." He whispered and Hannibal
He looked at the
sunken eyes, the almost marble-like person, and saw
tremors that shook the lieutenant, and knew the time was
lectures, as Face gasped another breath. "Screwed . . .
"It wasn't your fault. It was
the idiots with you. You did
what you were
supposed to do, they didn't. They didn't do enough
and were surprised by the number of people involved
in the deal. They
were off chasing a decoy while you were bein'
"So, you want to tell us why
you took this assignment?"
Hannibal tried to keep his voice casual, but
everyone knew it was
. . . showed pictures . . . of victims." Face
forced his frozen
mouth to move. "Horrible." A visible tremor
his body. "Keep . . . keep from happening to anyone
other three glanced at one another. They really should
Face's heart was always in the wrong place at the wrong
time, and a lot
of the times, his head followed.
"Are you all right? Do you need
a doctor?" Hannibal
ask the question,
but it needed to be asked.
"Phys . . . physically I'm
okay. The drug is wearing off and
they . . . they
didn't get a chance to do much more than . . . than
saw." Another tremor passed through his body and Murdock
gripped his arm.
Face smiled appreciatively at him, though wanly,
then sighed, his
voice exhausted. "They . . . they gambled for . . .
for me." His
voice dropped and he looked away. "I . . . I heard
them. The . . .
the two you saw won . . . won first d . . . dibs."
"And mentally?" Murdock
felt the pulse speed up under his
"L . . . little shaky right
now." Face admitted. "Need
shower. Sleep. Forget . . ." His breath quickened and
he pulled away
from Murdock and almost curled into a
. . . good at forgetting." He whispered at the others
and the others
didn't know if he'd realized he'd spoken the last
words out loud.
Silence reigned in the van and B.A. pulled up to a
B.A., and Hannibal looked between one another, then
"Make it two rooms tonight -
Murdock and B.A. in one, I'll
lieutenant with me in the other." Hannibal
decided and the
other two nodded
and Murdock and B.A. went to book the rooms as
Hannibal helped Face out of the van. Face stood,
but leaned heavily
on Hannibal. The other two
returned with the keys and with almost
whispered 'goodnights', they went to their separate
rooms. B.A. and
Murdock looked at Hannibal
as he helped Face into
the room, and
knew the Colonel was going to have a difficult night.
Hannibal settled Face in a chair and then
turned on the
stiffly shrugged off the jacket, took the bag the
prepared for him, and without a word, stepped into the
bathroom. Hannibal took off his
shoes and leaned back on the other
bed. Half of an
hour later, he was almost asleep when Face stepped
out of the
bathroom clean and clean shaven, his hair tousled from
towel-dried, and a small hotel towel wrapped around his
"He's still so young." Hannibal thought as he
eyes and watched
Face as he slowly walked over to the other bed.
However, he was
taken completely by surprise as Face sat on the floor
between the beds,
leaned his torso against Hannibal's
his chin on his
hands, then stared at Hannibal
"Face?" Hannibal was uncomfortable under his friend's
scrutiny, sat up
and frowned at the younger man's strange and
"If . . . if I tell you
something, will you promise not to be
asked, his voice suddenly low and unsure. Hannibal
certain he liked the weird turn things had taken.
"I can't promise that." He
finally said, and Face nodded.
"Then, can you promise not to
yell? At least not so they'll
He indicated the wall that separated them from B.A. and
Hannibal sighed and steeled himself for whatever the
going to say.
"I think I can promise
agreed, and Face
at the cheap, flowered bedspread.
"I know something." Face
swallowed, obviously nervous. "You
know I know a lot
of things about people, right? A lot of things
about a lot of
people. Things I shouldn't, but I do?" Hannibal
nodded, and Face
swallowed. "I . . . I kind of lied about why . . .
why I took the
"Oh?" Hannibal's voice was even and Face bit his
"I . . . I did take the
assignment because of the pictures of
the victims, but
. . . but that wasn't the only reason. I was
selfish. I . . .
I wanted to save only one . . . one person."
"What are you talking about,
could feel the
anger build below
the surface, and Face looked away.
"I know, Colonel." He
whispered. "I . . . I know about you
and . . . and
other guys. I . . . I've known for a long time."
Hannibal's heart froze in his chest.
"What are you talking
again demanded and Face sighed.
"I accidentally saw you once.
You were with another guy.
Since then, I
just know. You get a certain look . . ." Face's voice
wound down and he
looked at his hands. "No one else knows. I
swear. I haven't
told anyone - ever. Just you now. I'd never have
anything . . ."
"So why did you?" Hannibal didn't mean for
his voice to
sound so cold and
angry, but Face recoiled as if Hannibal
"May . . . maybe this wasn't a
good idea . . ." His hands
the bedspread and he started to move away, but
Hannibal shook his head.
"You've started, you may as
"I was scared." Face
whispered his admission and he looked
down at his
hands. "They . . . they were going to . . . I knew what
they were going
to do, and I haven't had it happen in so long, and I
watched Face's mask fall away from his eyes
and tears pooled
in the blue depths. "I tried not to be." He
violently and Hannibal,
not knowing what else to do,
shaking hands in his strong ones as he provided an anchor
tumbling, crashing emotions.
"I never told you it wasn't
okay to be afraid, Face. I always
said it was what
you did with that fear that was the important thing."
"But, Hannibal! I couldn't do anything at all! I
and they tied me onto that . . . that thing! Then
they injected me
with that drug and all my muscles just collapsed.
My mind was clear
as crystal, but I couldn't make my body do
kissed me and touched me and I had to let it
tears finally fell and Hannibal's
heart broke. "Just
like I always had
to let it happen. And it always hurt . . . hurts
so bad." The
tears ran unchecked down his cheeks. "I'm so tired of
being afraid, Hannibal. Of the pain. Of
being made to do what I
don't want to do.
Of not having any control over what . . . what
they do to
"But it's all right to be
afraid of those things. It's okay
to be afraid of
pain and being forced into things." Hannibal
desperate to make
Face understand that if nothing else.
"But you aren't afraid."
Face looked up at Hannibal, his
stained with the tears that still ran down them. "You
You let them do what they want to you. You let them
make you do to
them what they want, and yet go on with life without
"What?" Hannibal was
"I saw you. You were on your
knees. The guy in your mouth.
You let him touch
you and kiss you . . ."
"You can't possibly be that
naive, Face." Hannibal let
Face's hands go
and stood up. "You know damn well that if it didn't
feel good, I
wouldn't do it. How many people would really be gay if
it hurt - if it
all hurt - all the time?" Hannibal desperately wanted a
conversation he was having with the Lieutenant was one
he'd never have
contemplated ever having with a team member,
and to say he was
uncomfortable with it would have been a drastic
His sex life had never come under scrutiny before,
and he had
thought he'd fixed it so that it never would.
"It . . . it . . . they . . .
always hurt me." Face's voice was
low as he bowed
his head as he made his confession. A confession
that he'd never
made to anyone before, or indeed, ever spoken about
before. "I .
. . I couldn't ever open my mouth enough and they'd
beat me because
of my teeth." He covered his face with his
couldn't ever do anything right and they'd get so mad.
I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be
able to do
everything right. I can please a woman, Hannibal. I
easily enough. I thought . . . I thought if I asked,
you could show me
how to do things so they'd not hurt me and then I
wouldn't have to
be afraid, ever again." He drew his knees up to his
chest, locked his
arms around his legs, and rocked back and forth.
Hannibal knew that for the first time, he saw the
real Face. The one
that hid behind
the clothes, the smooth mannerisms and the bright
"What?" Hannibal stalled for time to get his head
He'd had one hell
of a jolt when Face had offered himself, and he
didn't quite know
what to think. "Are you serious? You want me
to . . . to . .
." He couldn't finish and Face looked up.
"Teach me not to be afraid.
teach me to be
able to please a
man. You're the only one I trust who can. "
"Maybe that's true, but I could
also mess you up for life."
Hannibal could not believe the turn the
conversation had taken, or
how it had gotten
so far out of his control.
Face gave a bitter laugh. "I'm
already pretty messed up,
Hannibal. The only difference between Murdock and
me is that I hide
He bit his bottom lip. "Please, Colonel. I . . . I
just want to make
things easier the next time . . ." He swallowed.
"Maybe there won't be a next
stated and Face
shook his head.
"The missions, Colonel. We all
know better. Yes, some of them
are easy, a lot
are laughable and would make a good television show,
but the others -
the ones we don't laugh at . . . can't talk about
because we'll all
run off a cliff screaming - there's always going to
missions. And more since we now work for Stockwell.
I'm not. But we know there's going
to be more
missions that may go bad . . . real bad. But . . . but
I've decided if .
. . if I can learn to please m . . . m . . . men,
then that's one
more thing in our favor. One more thing I can do
that can benefit
the team. One more thing I can use to help us
escape. But I
can't do that if I'm afraid. I can't do that if I
don't know what
to do." He looked away and bit his lip. "But . . .
maybe . . . maybe
you don't want me. Maybe I'm not the k . . . kind
you're attract .
. . attracted to. I . . . I mean, I know I'm not
big or strong.
I'm kind of pale. And on the skinny side . . ."
Hannibal stared at Face and couldn't believe
actually wondered if he were attractive enough, and had
listed off the
very things that made him attractive to those that had
so obviously hurt
him, and in his own words, messed him up. However,
Face wasn't through
quite yet. "Maybe . . . maybe
I should have
just gone away and found . . . found a teacher on my
own. I . . . I
had lots of teachers for . . . for everything else.
There . . . there
must be someone else out there who will - can -
show me what I
need to know."
Hannibal's stomach clenched and his chest
tightened in fear
at Face's words.
He knew what elements were out there. He himself
had been out
there long enough to know what to avoid, but Face would
be out there
cold. Face may have been in his forties, but he was a
babe in the woods
when it came to certain types of people, and was so
obvious about it
that he'd be easy prey for the kinds of creatures
who made the
people he'd been kidnapped by look normal in
fact that Face looked much younger than his age
would only play
against him and would definitely NOT protect him.
Hannibal threw himself to his knees and grabbed
Face's wrists in a
grip of iron.
"Face, damn it! If I ever hear of
you doing something that
stupid, I will
personally kick your ass from Langley
to Los Angeles,
do you hear
me!?" He stared directly into Face's odd, young/old eyes
until the younger
"But I have to learn." He
whispered. "I have to stop being
afraid. If you
don't show me, Hannibal,
then someone will have to."
Tears pooled in
his eyes again. "Please, Hannibal.
Hannibal knew that Face was determined, one
way or the other,
to get the
practical knowledge he sought, and once he'd made up his
mind to do
something, nothing could dissuade him. Hannibal
because on more
than one occasion, the entire group had tried. "All
voice was sharp and angry and he released Face's wrists,
his own emotions
in turmoil. If the truth were to be known, he had
Face and had wondered what it'd be like to bed the
younger man, but
had never thought he'd actually have the opportunity
to do it. His
curiosity warred with a sudden desire which warred
with his long-term
association in his mind that thought of Face as
maybe a son.
However, Face wasn't his son and
never would be. Especially
conversation they'd had, and what they'd do about it.
relationship would change forever, and Hannibal
didn't know if
it would be for
better or for worse. A team at odds was not a team
and was a
potential threat to safety for all of the members involved,
missions. However, Face had offered the only other option
he would accept,
and it was Hannibal
or else. There was no way he
was going to turn
Face over to the kinds of people - and worse - that
they had just
rescued him from.
"Get off the floor and on the
bed!" He ordered far more
sharply than he'd
intended, his inner turmoil giving vent in his tone
and Face almost
jumped to the bed and lost the towel in the process.
He dove to pick
it up, then froze, his wide, panicked, fully exposed
blue eyes on Hannibal. Hannibal watched him for
a moment and took in
the lost look of
fear and panic on his face and the minute tremors
that passed over
his body, then turned away and ran his hands over
his face as he
calmed his emotions. Face had enough emotions of his
own to deal with
- he didn't need Hannibal's
When Hannibal turned back around, he was calm.
you trusted me .
"Do." Face's voice was a
"You're afraid of me."
Face opened his mouth in an obvious
attempt at a
denial, but finally just nodded his head.
"Y . . . you're a man." He
finally said and Hannibal
then sat on the
bed next to the distraught man.
Slowly, so as not to startle the
up and took
Face's chin in a gentle hand. "You trust me as Hannibal,
but not as a man,
Face nodded as Hannibal smiled. "Then let me be with
Hannibal, okay? The lessons, if you still want
them, can be later."
"You . . . you'll teach
me?" Face tilted his head.
"I care for you, Face and I
won't let you do anything that
can or will hurt
you. I'd want to kill anyone who hurts you for any
reason. You and
the others. You know this, right?"
"If it keeps you safe from
suffering what you did tonight,
then I will do as
you have asked, even if it's against my better
you have to know that I won't do anything to hurt
you, that you
don't want, or that scares you."
"It . . . it all scares
"Does my touching your face
"Does my being beside you scare
"Then, when I do something that
does scare you, let me know,
okay? I want you
to be as comfortable with Hannibal the man as you
are with Hannibal the Colonel,
okay? I want you to know that I may
be doing the
motions, but you are the one in control here. I want
you to understand
that. Do you?"
"I . . . I'm in control. If . .
. if I get scared, I . . . I can stop you."
"That's right." Hannibal gently ran his
hand up Face's cheek
and around the
back of his ear. "Will you help me get undressed? I
know you've seen
me in the camps and in showers and things, but I
want you to see
me as a man."
"O . . . okay." Face
blinked and Hannibal
sat patiently as
touched the soft material of Hannibal's
sweater. He traced the lines down the older man's chest
to the hem, and Hannibal swallowed as the
gentle touch awakened what
was left of his
desire. Face's fingers wound themselves in the
bottom of the
sweater and gingerly slipped it upward, the tips of his
fluttering over Hannibal's
couldn't stop the
quick intake of
breath, and Face looked at him.
"It's all right. No fault in
your clothing removal technique."
He smiled as a
hesitant, shy smile curled Face's lips upward and
of his shirt. Briefly Hannibal
his still somewhat fit, but aging physique, but
forgot about it
as Face's long fingers explored his arms, shoulders
and chest. Hannibal couldn't help
but close his eyes as the
wound their way down his goose-bumped flesh, and
he smiled and
opened his eyes.
"That was nice." Hannibal said and Face
"It . . . it works on women,
and I . . . I like it too."
Face said, as Hannibal stood up, the
bulge of his erection obvious,
and Face looked
at it hesitantly, then at the buttons of the suddenly
"Whatever you want to do."
smile was soft and
reached up and opened the denim button. Slowly, he
drew the zipper
down and reached for the waistband. Hannibal
Face's hands with
his own and together they drew the jeans down, to
the floor, where Hannibal stepped out of
them. Slowly, Hannibal
on the bed and
presented his sock-covered feet to Face, who couldn't
stop the nervous
giggle as he pulled them off Hannibal's
Hannibal was left only in his boxers and he lay
beside Face who lay
down a moment
later, their bodies barely touching. Hannibal
himself to one
elbow and traced a hand over the golden hair and down
the cheek, then ran
a finger over his lips.
"You okay?" He asked, his
voice soft, and Face blinked, then
he reached up and touched Hannibal's
face and ran
his fingers over
the older man's lips.
"They're soft." He said,
his voice surprised.
"Not everything on a man is
grinned and was
another surprised chuckle.
"I . . . I didn't know they
could be soft."
"Yours are soft." Hannibal again traced his
thumb over Face's
lips and they
parted slightly. "There's a difference between
Even among men. Do you want me to kiss your
face? To show you
what I mean?"
"Yes." Face's answer was a
whisper and his eyes never left
Hannibal's. The older man lowered his head and
gently lay a light
kiss on the man's
tear-stained cheek and tasted the residual salt.
He left light
kisses on Face's closed eyes, both cheeks, his nose,
and then Face's
chin and of his own accord, the younger man tilted
his head down
until their lips met. Hannibal
fought the urge to lean
into the kiss as
Face tentatively opened his own lips further.
Hannibal let the tip of his tongue lightly skim
the softness of
Face's lips, then
he probed the inner softness as Face's mouth was
opened to him.
His tongue studied Face's mouth and their tongues
finally met as
their lips sealed over one another. Face pressed
upward into Hannibal's mouth and Hannibal met the sudden
low moan left
Face, and seemed to surprise him as much as it pleased
broke off the kiss and gazed down at the slightly
"That's passion Face." He
said and Face's eyes looked down
at his own
erection as if he had never seen it before. "And that's
"You?" Face flushed and Hannibal nodded, then
bent down for
another taste of
Face's mouth which he surrendered willingly.
Hannibal trailed his mouth down Face's chin to the
softness of his
neck and Face
tilted his head back. Hannibal
nipped at the flesh and
stop the soft sigh of pleasure that left him.
Hannibal brought his hand up Face's side and
then onto his
chest where he
ran it over the shower fresh skin. With practiced
stimulated Face's stiffened nipples, then let his tongue
join in the
pleasure torture. Face arched under Hannibal's
sheets beneath him, as Hannibal's
mouth slid lower and
An inarticulate gasp that might have
Face as Hannibal's
mouth passed over his hard shaft,
and then took him
in. Face wrapped one hand in the blankets, while
clutched the corner of the pillow as his eyes closed
tightly and his
mouth opened as heaving, gasping breaths left him
every time Hannibal moved his tongue
and his mouth. Face's hips
arched upward of
their own accord and tremors passed through his body
as he tried to
process the completely foreign idea that not only was
a man pleasing
him so fully, but it was his own Commanding Officer.
Slowly Hannibal pulled away, and
Face's eyes opened.
Hannibal smiled at
the look of wonder, rapture and trust with which
the blue eyes
literally shone. "And that is why I was down on my
knees. That was
what he felt and I felt later."
"But . . . but there's . . . there's more."
Face looked down
"Yes, but I'm not sure you're
ready for that."
"A little at first, but if it's
done right, it goes away."
"I trust you." Face said
and Hannibal smiled. He reached
into the pocket
of his coat and pulled out a tube of lubrication.
flickered to it as he blinked.
"It's lubrication, Face."
Hannibal knew he had to explain
what he was doing
and why. "It's also part of the difference between
passion and rape.
It makes things easier too."
Face blinked. "I trust you,
Hannibal." He said again and
rolled the younger man over. Their blue eyes met for
a moment and
Hannibal ran his hands over Face's shoulders and down
his back. His
fingers kneaded Face's taut muscles as the men had
often done for
each other before after particularly difficult
Hannibal knew the familiarity would go a long way to
relax the man
And he was right. A sigh left the
blond man and Hannibal
lieutenant literally sink down into the mattress almost a
full inch as he
worked out the tension. Slowly, the tension-
became caresses of gentle persuasion. Hannibal
legs and slid his hands over the small of Face's
back, then his
hips, and over the firm buttocks. He leaned over and
kissed the back
of Face's neck. A low moan left the man beneath him
and Hannibal let
his tongue glide over the soft curves and over the
scars that marked the otherwise flawless man. Face
shivered and Hannibal
looked up only to see the long fingers of
Face's hands as
they knotted themselves into the corners of the
pillow. A low
whimper of disappointment sounded from Face, and
back over and let his tongue and lips gently suck on
the tender flesh
at the base of Face's spine.
His lips trailed downward and his
fingers gently opened Face
to him. Face
gasped as Hannibal's tongue found the sensitive opening
and he raised his
hips to give Hannibal more access. Hannibal
ministrations until Face panted heavily beneath him,
and Hannibal knew
the time was right. He spread the lubrication over
his fingers and
gently inserted one finger inside. Face inhaled and
turned his head.
Hannibal smiled and moved the finger around and
closed as his mouth opened. Another finger slid inside
as Face almost
jerked upward as a cry was forced from his body.
"Does that hurt?"
Hannibal's voice was quiet and Face shook
"No." He gasped and tremored as Hannibal continued to
prepare him. "Oh Hannibal!" Face moaned and yet another
and Face again cried out and pressed himself backward.
Hannibal." He gasped. "Whatever you're going to
do - do it
Hannibal withdrew the fingers,
closed his eyes as he stroked
himself with the
slick gel, then looked down at the trembling
gripped Face's hips in his hands and introduced the
very tip of
himself to the opening his fingers had prepared for him.
himself to his hands and Hannibal pressed forward.
Face threw his head backward as his
hands clutched at the
pillow as his
eyes squeezed shut and a cry of surprised pleasure left
him, along with
Hannibal's name. Just as excited by Face's pleasure
as he was with
his own, Hannibal set up a rhythm that Face matched.
around and with his still slick hand, took Face's
continued the rhythm there as well.
Face couldn't keep the cry inside
him as he collapsed to his
Hannibal angled himself and hit THE spot deep inside.
Face bit into the
pillow and Hannibal rode him into a frenzy.
Suddenly Face froze, his heated
scream muffled by the pillow
as his entire
body jerked helplessly in a shuddering, searing
was caught as Face's muscles clenched around him
and a moment
later, he too froze and was shaken by the force of his
Only moments later, but what to them
seemed like an hour, the
two men collapsed
to their sides. Face turned his head and looked
back at Hannibal, as sweat
glistened on his face and his eyes were
lit by the light
of shared passion, and he sighed, the only sound he
could make at
"Think you can learn to do
that, lieutenant?" Hannibal's
slightly teasing and light with humor and Face chuckled.
"I'll need practice." He
smiled and Hannibal's
fluttered at the
absolute seductiveness in the tone and in the half-
"Lots and lots of practice."
"I think that can be
pulled the younger
man close to him
and they lay that way for a few moments until Face's
deepened and sleep overtook him. Hannibal
languid body to
retrieve the towel and did a small clean-up job, then
dropped it back
to the floor. He sighed and draped his arm over the
lean body and
drifted into an exhausted, yet thoroughly contented
B.A. And Murdock looked at the wall,
then each other, and
sounds they had heard through the wall were not the ones
to hear, but which maybe had been too long in
arriving. The two
men smiled at each other, and Murdock snuggled
closer into the
strong, capable arms of the bigger man.
That night, the entire A-Team slept
safe, sound, and secure.
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