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It was getting dark outside the window. Another day of filming season 3 of "Hannibal" has come to an end. The autumn sun, not so bright, but still warm, was smoothly sinking below the horizon, allowing the city to hide behind a quiet and dark blanket of night.
It was already quiet enough in the huge shooting pavilion where the series was being filmed. Of the locations, only one site was involved, namely the morgue, where duplicates that had been screwed up earlier in this location were redone. Yeah, that's what, and Dancy and Fishburne were always laughing there! Yes, and over the body of the "unfortunate deceased", who, unlike the serial events, was the most alive of all the living and really wanted to go home. Few people know, but playing a corpse, in fact, is not so easy… First you have to endure a four-hour make-up, which smells disgusting because of fake blood, and then lie motionless on the cold metal table of an improvised morgue until all the actors have played their lines over your mortal body, and even so well that Papa Fuller was pleased! And at the same time, try to breathe less noticeably, and it's better to skip the breaths altogether, because the rising chest of the gutted deceased will lead the audience into "slight bewilderment." Well, on the other hand, all the actors once started with this, well, or with extras. In the first year of acting college, you don't have to choose at all, and if you were offered a role in a TV series, and even a gutted corpse — you are the happiest student on earth! And even though the atmosphere on the set was no longer as cheerful as during the filming of the first and second season, because everyone felt the end of the project was approaching, which means that they had to part with people who had become a second family in 3 years, the guys still periodically defused the situation, spoiling the doubles with their jokes, from which the "gutted corpse" everything it seemed more clearly that he would actually remain on this table forever.
Fuller, clapping his hands, shouted, "Stop, it's done!", letting the cast actors involved, who played the last take for today, go home until the next working day, and also added after them that they are all great fellows, although they can do better, so they should gather their lazy ass, squeeze buns and finish your roles as if it's not a game at all! Yes, Fuller by nature has always been such a person, a perfectionist who always wanted more, who always wanted to jump above his head, and was also very smug, because, damn it, he did it perfectly! Damn genius, what else can I say…
“And I'll ask you guys to stay!”
The man smiled maliciously, calling out in a cheerful but demanding tone to Mads and Hugh, who were already clearly squeezed out like a lemon after eight hours of filming. And it wasn't hard to notice at all. Even the most inattentive observer would have coped with this task with a bang!
From the elegant "Hannibal" three-piece suit on Mads, only a shirt with a skewed tie remained, and from below were already disguised gray sweatpants of the Dane himself, which he managed to put on as soon as he heard the cherished: "That's it for today!". Well, Hugh... Hugh was like Will. The same lost, inhibited, tired, with bruises under his eyes, for which even a make-up artist was no longer needed… It seemed that the entire film crew understood his condition, although the Englishman himself did not seek to admit the presence of depression, easily and skillfully hiding it behind sharp jokes and attempts to cheer up. But all this is a prop, a screen, and he felt it perfectly, but did not allow himself to admit it…
And on the other hand, how can you admit that you are ready to spend the night in the pavilion, just to spend the rest of your time with Mads, squeeze out of these unfortunate precious minutes, hours, days that maximum of emotions so that there is enough "for longer", at least for the next couple of months…
Although, what the hell, a couple of months, who was he trying to deceive?!
Hugh was well aware that these were just unfortunate attempts to breathe before death, like a small fish taken off the hook and thrown by a fisherman on the ice, greedily gasping for air, taking its last sips of oxygen, clearly understanding its end…
Yes, it really was the end.
Well, how else to explain the fact that instead of rejoicing at the imminent return home, to his wife, to his child, he was shaking just from the thought that when he woke up in the morning, he would not run to the film set, would not fall into the dressing room to Mads to run the script, would not get mess around with him, pushing and shoving like small children, spoiling to hell the styling, as well as the perfect costumes of Dr. Lecter, in which Mads was already dressed, will not drink a bottle or two of prop whiskey with a friend, for which he will then get a scolding from Fuller... And it's just that he won't hear this cute Danish accent anymore, which always caused a warm smile and other various sharp and aching feelings in his chest, giving off cravings somewhere in the lower abdomen, which Dancy didn't admit to himself. He just couldn't admit it, he didn't have the right to do it! He is a husband and father, he insanely values his family, values his wife and son, values Mads as his best friend, and in the end, he is not one of these, an absolute straight, like Mads himself, who has been happily married for more than 20 years… It's just that, apparently, the role of Will and all their platonic love left its imprint on the consciousness of Dancy himself… At least that was the only decent excuse in Hugh's head to ignore the obvious!
After looking at Fuller together, seemingly synchronously, showing their indignation that he was going to detain them, and nevertheless, with undisguised curiosity, Mads and Hugh followed Brian into the office.
“Have a seat!” The director commanded, “Guys, I know you are very tired, we are all very tired, but the series should end in such a way that our entire audience just lost their heads! Drowned, drowned in my emotions, do you understand me?” Fuller asked hopefully.
Mads, after exchanging glances with Hugh only for a second, almost synchronously nodded in agreement.
“I want to hear from you what your heroes would do, standing on a cliff after defeating the Red Dragon. So that they would tell each other how they would look at each other… I want to hear any crazy ideas, any of your options for the development of events and think about each of them. We have a great responsibility to the public and we need not to lose face, not to let down your army of admirers, after all, who would love to see you walking off into the sunset by the handle.” Fuller finished with a cheerful smile.
"Do I look like fucking Clarissa Starling?!" Hugh was furious, realizing that his cheeks were starting to burn indignantly.
This only caused Mads to smile contentedly, and he also saw a great opportunity to tease a flushed friend.
“Maybe you'll ask us to kiss again, Fuller, since our fan base is waiting for it so much?! Well, are they all covered in blood, after a fight, support each other on their feet, do not let them fall, and then Will realizes his full becoming, accepts Hannibal's love and greedily bites into his lips with his… So, do you see all this, you incredible dreamer?! No, well, I think it's really epic!” With a sneer and a grin peculiar only to Hannibal, Mads stated, carefully monitoring Dancy's reaction to such a vision of the finale.
Hugh's heart skipped a beat, he swallowed nervously and blushed even more treacherously, noticing how Mads, grinning like a well-fed cat who ate the owner's sour cream, saw it, holding his gaze right on his throat…
"Oh shit, did he really notice... Why is he still watching? What the hell is he thinking at this moment, fucking idiot!" Dancy complained to himself.
“I think it's wonderful!” With feigned admiration and sarcasm overflowing, Hugh said in order to somehow laugh it off, “Well, seriously, I think that the usual and warm supportive hugs after a fight with a Dragon or friendly touches, which often happen between these two, will be quite enough to convey the emotions of our heroes and the right atmosphere of what is happening. But after all this, Will still has to try to push Hannibal off the cliff, because he knows that he needs to be done with, that he needs to end both of them, or give them a chance for a new life. It is unlikely that he would have lived without Hannibal after his formation, so let him jump after, it will be safer and better for everyone.” Hugh added with a deep sigh.
The words seemed to cut without a knife into the heart of Dancy himself, finding a painful response in him. Hugh knew perfectly well that Will couldn't live without Hannibal any more than he himself couldn't live without Mads…
“Your phrase about it being beautiful is really beautiful, Hugh! Try to figure out how to make it perfect. I want Will to say it, the rest is up to you. I don't care how and under what circumstances he does it! As for the kiss, I think it's going to be too hot, Mads, but to be honest, I'm dreaming and seeing this scene over and over again," Brian blurted out with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Although it seems to me that this is just a cunning move in order to embarrass our modest!” Fuller continued to have fun, patting the shoulder of the same, frankly having fun Mads, “I also like the idea of touching and hugging, of course, exclusively friendly,” after these words, Brian paused and winked at Hugh, who blushed, and then continued, “And also, it will be very sensual and heartfelt if in these very hugs they fall off the cliff directly into the Atlantic, without letting each other out out of hand. And it's really awesome, damn it, I can see it right now! Brian continued to reason enthusiastically. — I want you to think about how to do it all on the weekend, and on Monday you showed me what you agreed on. Be sure to rehearse! Mads, in charge! Hugh, I don't want you to be the color of a tomato on the set itself, so do something about it, get ready, or no makeup artist will save you. Fuller finished his instructions, taking a quick look at the guys.”
“And why should I blush if it's just friendly hugs and touches?! We've already shot something like this five times, and besides, it's just stuffy in your office, and I haven't even washed my face after eight hours of filming!” Hugh hastened to defend himself, “Plus, all this fan talk about Hunnigram, you know, really embarrasses me, I think, as does Mads, and probably our wives, too...” The Englishman finished his exculpatory speech, explaining his embarrassment, while nervously pulling his curls on the back of his head.
“Yes, yes, it's stuffy… That's what it's called now," Brian chuckled, looking at the confused man, “Also, Hunnigram is canon, Hugh, so suck it up. Anyway, you heard me, boys, so you can be free, have a good rest and welcome to the finish line. I will wait for the result on Monday”! Fuller got up from the table, saying goodbye to the actors and following them with his eyes to the door.

“I can't vouch for the color of his face, poor little Hugh doesn't even realize that hugs and touches are much more intimate than even the most passionate kiss!” Having looked into the eyes and winked at Dancy, Mads said finally, and then, smiling, left the office first, holding the door for a friend.
It seems that Hugh's heart stopped at the same second, and then accelerated to the limit, seeing genuine demonic lights in Mikkelsen's eyes. But what would that mean?! After all, this is a purely Hannibal trick, which Mads learned from Lecter when he mercilessly mocked the poor profiler's consciousness. The Danish rascal is definitely playing with him and does not even think to be ashamed!
"What an asshole!" Hugh swore to himself.
Oh, is he really so obvious in his embarrassment in front of him? Dancy thought, closing the door to Fuller's office behind him and feeling the blush touch even the tips of his ears. And damn Mads was already walking ahead with a smug and confident gait, as if he had just not received another "homework" for the weekend, which was almost nonexistent anyway, but had won a huge and long-awaited prize in the fucking lottery, at least.
And if so, then what does he consider a prize?!
These thoughts made him feel sick and it seemed that it was no longer possible to even out his breathing ... Hugh lowered his head and silently followed his friend, leaving the shooting pavilion.

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The city had been peacefully resting in the night for several hours when two men came out of the shooting pavilion. The cold autumn wind burned their skin restlessly, getting under their clothes and causing slight but noticeable discomfort.

Mads stopped on the porch, about to light a cigarette, when Dancy, who came out after him, apparently lost in his own thoughts, did not notice his friend's sudden stop and bumped into his back on the way.

Awkwardly apologizing, muttering something to himself, Hugh tried to pull away and catch his balance in order to cope with the coordination that had let him down, as well as the heat attack from close contact with Mads. Upon collision, the Dane's jacket instantly left its scent on Hugh's clothes, which immediately caused his heartbeat to quicken. Before he knew it, Dancy heard the Dane's cheerful appeal to his address:

"Hugh, buddy, you've been scaring me lately. Are you all right? Or did Daddy Fu and I totally embarrass you today?” Mads said, gently teasing the interlocutor.

“What makes you think that you could embarrass me? As I said, it was stuffy in the office, and all these conversations ... It's one thing to hear this from fans, another to discuss among themselves, seriously considering such a scenario.” Hugh blurted out a little irritably.

He did not want his voice to sound exactly in this intonation, but he could not control himself, because this topic… God, she just drove him crazy, made him blush like in first grade, enveloped all his thoughts, filled every cell, so it was absolutely impossible to focus on something else. In my head, except for the hum of pressure approaching my ears, there were only vague pictures, fragments of fantasies, provoked by all these Hannibal phrases with a double bottom, which Mads so often began to use in everyday life, teasing Hugh. Dancy was at a loss and did not understand what was happening to him. No, of course he is not a little boy and perfectly recognized these feelings inside his stomach, but the realization never came, as well as the acceptance of these very feelings, especially!

“It's strange, but I didn't notice that it was hot in the office, it seems like summer has long passed. Maybe, after all, it's about the topic that we discussed?!” Mads replied in an absolutely relaxed tone, while smiling easily and slowly releasing clouds of smoke from the ending cigarette into the air. “Well, don't worry, my friend, it's all just jokes. It is unlikely that, based on the script and Will's character, it was possible to wait for a kiss from him. Hannibal would rather have become a vegetarian than Will would have decided to do something like that.”

Mads' face expressed calmness and tenderness, a gentle smile lightly touched his lips, and the pose was too relaxed, unlike Hugh, who seemed to shrink more and more with each new minute, either from the cold, or from the awkwardness of the situation.

And he was really embarrassed. He kept thinking about those lips wrapping around the filter of a cigarette, about how Mads looks like a leather jacket worn over a Hannibal shirt that has not been removed, about what kind of eyes he has in the night when he looks at him with this understanding tenderness. But also, in addition to this very tenderness, Mads' eyes clearly expressed other emotions that Hugh simply could not read or completely refused to interpret them correctly.

"The topic is really alarming in its unreality,” Hugh began. "Besides, why did you suddenly decide that it was Will who should be the first to dare to kiss? It's like Hannibal has been in love with him for a long time and knows exactly what he wants. So I could take the first step on my own, as a senior, so to speak. And Graham is just a confused profiler trying to piece himself together. His mind is already torn and torn to pieces.” Hugh finished his thought, already hating himself for blurting it out at all. You could say he just, literally, threw Mads an open challenge, instead of just hush up this topic!

"Here I am an idiot!" thought Dancy, before he heard the answer of a smiling friend:

"My Will isn't as innocent as you think he is, Houston. And I'm also sure that he himself has been dreaming about it for a long time, maybe not only about a kiss, but he's afraid to admit it to himself," Mads grinned, throwing the extinguished cigarette butt into the trash. “As always, he is afraid to take responsibility for his actions, to admit his plan, because it is much more usual for him to blame someone else's "bad" influence for all his actions than to open his eyes to the fact that his own desires and motives are pushing him, and not someone from outside. So I guess there won't be a kiss, at least not until Will asks for it.” Mads replied with a malicious smile, clearly portraying the voice and intonation of Hannibal Lecter on the last phrase, and then lit a second cigarette.

Poor Hugh was electrocuted, a small shiver ran down his spine and not from the autumn wind at all. He kept replaying in his head for a few more seconds, the phrase "My Will" burning so much that he hardly found the strength to get his breath in order for an answer:

“Your Will?!” This is all that Dancy could squeeze out of himself, his voice already noticeably hoarse.

Only that's what they're sitting down from?

"Well, not from excitement," Dancy thought, immediately grinning at his own naivety.

How could anyone continue to deny the obvious when he was already openly openly staring at Mads' lips, which were so seductively compressed on the cigarette filter, and felt his own tension growing somewhere in the lower abdomen with each new puff of the Dane…

Having overcome himself and finally tearing his gaze away from Mads' lips, Hugh prepared to hear the answer, having already seen a much more predatory smile of the interlocutor.

“Of course mine, but are there any objections?” Mads said sarcastically. “This guy has long belonged to me, well, more precisely, to Hannibal, and, accordingly, to me, since Lecter is my character. And he and I feel it perfectly and we know that there is no smell of innocence there. There is more passion and fire in him than in the tempter snake itself, so we are just waiting for him to give himself away. I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, because you're a wonderful actor who feels, in the truest sense of the word, all the experiences of his hero, well, of course, for a good cause, right, Hugh?” Mikkelsen winked, finishing his thought, and then let out the smoke from another puff into the night sky. With all this, he raised his head up so impressively, exposing a beautiful and strong neck, as if he was deliberately mocking Dancy.

“Who would talk about the serpent tempter…”

“What?!” Mads raised his eyebrows in surprise and cast an amused glance at the Briton.

And then it suddenly dawned on Hugh that he had blurted it out loud… He said it out loud, fuck!!!

"That's cretiiiiin..."

And the worst thing is, damn Mikkelsen heard him!

"Well, of course, he heard me, where without it!" Hugh complained to himself, thinking about how to get out of the situation more beautifully, although it seemed that this, in princeps, was impossible.

“The fact is that after heavy filming, especially at the end of the season, I increasingly want to smoke, but I do not plan to get to the stage to start buying cigarettes, because I absolutely do not want to join the ranks of smokers. And looking at you, I have a wild desire... to take a drag.” Justifying a slight hitch before the last word, Hugh said, not understanding why he sustained such an actor's pause.

"Fuck you, Dancy, what the fuck are you doing?!" The Briton mentally scolded himself, catching a mischievous look from amused brown eyes.

“Thanks for the clarification! Well, about the fact that you want to take a drag, and then you never know what I could think, after such a pause," Mads replied with an undisguised grin of a satisfied cat. “I could not even think that this is the reason why you look at my lips like that all evening.”

Hugh swallowed slowly, his hands trembled, and the ground suddenly wanted to leave from under his suddenly limp legs. That tone of the Dane... Dancy was ready to swear on anything that this asshole was playing with him. He plays as if it's not Mads at all, but fucking Hannibal Lecter himself, who, apparently, got not only to Will's consciousness, but also to Hugh's mind.

“Yes, I just wanted to smoke”. Dancy whispered uncertainly.

“Bad news, Houston, this is the last cigarette in the pack and there is a maximum of a couple of hardships left. But since you want it so badly... “ Without finishing, Mads took a last deep drag and smoothly handed the cigarette to Hugh, after shaking off the accumulated ash from it.

Dancy hesitantly stretched out his hand towards Mads' wrist to take the almost finished cigarette, but as soon as their fingers touched, Hugh suddenly dropped the butt to the ground due to treacherous excitement that covered his head.…

"Sorry, Mass, I just…”

Hugh never managed to finish the sentence, and then stopped talking and even breathing as soon as Mads' strong fingers tightened on his chin, imperiously lifting him up, forcing the brunette to throw back his head. Slightly fixing Dancy's mouth in a slightly open state with his thumb, Mads leaned over to Hugh's face and, almost touching his lips with his own, leaving just a few millimeters between them, exhaled a cloud of smoke from his last puff into his lips, giving the Briton the opportunity to take a drag.

Hugh's face turned white, and the world around him simply ceased to exist. It seemed that it wasn't gravity that kept him on the ground at all, but only the burning sensation of those damn cool fingers on his chin… Hugh inhaled these clouds of smoke so greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, that he immediately turned pale and coughed from unaccustomed.

“Careful. The Ministry of Health warns that addiction can occur after the first puff.” Grinning, Mads whispered into Hugh's lips, and then removed his fingers from his chin, having previously managed to stroke the delicate skin of someone else's cheek with pads.

Meanwhile, Dancy was still coughing, trying to catch his breath a little, so as not to look as pathetic as he is now. His mouth was throbbing, the lungs were constricted, his heart was just working in some unreal rhythm, making his whole body tremble with desire and a wild surge of adrenaline.

That it was a desire, Hugh no longer doubted for a second. This was clearly hinted at by the aching tightness in his jeans.

“How did I get here,” Dancy thought, trying to collect his thoughts.

Although, what kind of thoughts can there be? Why is Mads playing with him, why does he need it at all?! After all, he has been happily married for many years... And what the hell was going on here, Hugh really didn't understand either. He couldn't read Mads, couldn't understand his motives. Yes, where is there! He couldn't even really understand himself. Since when, instead of remembering the attractive forms of his wife, he suddenly began to think about the lips of his best friend, breathe his scent, blush under the predatory gaze of his caramel eyes? And what were his unfortunate attempts to suppress the erection caused by all this, which looked like the pathetic convulsions of a teenager in puberty, worth…

"It's getting late, Hugh. Of course, I'd love to spend the whole night with you, but we need to get some sleep before tomorrow's rehearsal, we're not going to upset Daddy Fuller, are we?! So, tomorrow we will have to meet and beat a couple of variants of the final, of course, unless you have more important things to do than rehearsing in my humble company, well, there, with Claire for example?” Mads asked with a conspiratorial smile.

“I think we can arrange it, if, of course, Hanne lets you go, Mass.” Hugh was nervous in response, his voice low and slightly hoarse from recent events, and then he grinned mockingly.

"God, and this phrase of his, about the fact that he would like to spend the whole night with me... But what is it… What kind of game are you playing, asshole..." Dancy's thoughts seemed to simply destroy him from the inside.

"I'm a grown boy now, Hugh, and I don't need my wife's permission, especially if I really want something. I'll pick you up at 10. Be ready! Of course, if you don't prefer a smoky taxi cabin to my car.” Saying goodbye, Mads smiled and sat down in the driver's seat of his SUV parked at the entrance. “Although, I was thinking, if you still choose a taxi tomorrow, then I would like to show you in advance what you refuse. So come on, dive into the car, I'll give you a ride home, because I understand that you haven't called a taxi yet. Don’t leave you here in the end, or they’ll steal you away...” Mads winked at the brunette from the driver's seat.

Hugh lost touch with reality… This audacious answer about the fact that he does not need his wife's permission when he really wants something (well, or maybe someone), then an imperious phrase that he will pick him up at 10, posing a fact, and now the upcoming trip in one car shoulder to shoulder, in close proximity…

"Oh my God, how to breathe… How to breathe..."

“Yes, of course, thank you, if it's not too much trouble.” Hugh thanked him, accepting the kind offer, and then hesitantly jumped into the passenger seat when Mads opened the door for him, patting the car seat in an inviting gesture.

The engine started, breaking the silence of the parking lot, drove the car away from the shooting pavilion, forcing it to dissolve into the beauty of the night city.

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Hugh's breathing almost leveled off after the incident that happened in the parking lot, when for 10 minutes they had been driving in complete silence, without uttering a sound, to the light background music playing from the radio.

Nevertheless, this silence still did not seem awkward, but rather, on the contrary, something necessary and necessary for both, even forced to put their thoughts in order.

The night behind the car window was flawless. The quiet and measured life of the sleepy city, which appeared outside the window, seemed to be something weightless, light and gave calmness, peace, freeing the body and soul from tension…

Hugh did not take his eyes off the view of the night city, as if he had seen it for the first time, although the reason was not at all in this and the Briton knew it perfectly, felt it, clearly felt it with every cell ... He simply could not afford to tear himself away, peering at the cars passing by and the landscapes opening up to cool down a little.

The night city outside the window was a way to quell the fire inside, to extinguish these uninvited chemical processes in the body, and it seemed that no reason could make Hugh lose his newfound calm. Except for one… And this reason was sitting on his left hand…

Dancy just couldn't afford to watch, it was beyond his strength… This grace with which Mikkelsen drove the car, this imposing pose of a confident man, this skillful handling of the steering wheel, dangerous and daring, and even predatory driving. From this picture, fantasies involuntarily appeared in my head on the topic of what he was like in bed?! The same confident, strong and dangerous, or is it just a driving style? But many psychologists claim that these 2 processes are very similar to each other! God, all these thoughts only drove him even more crazy…

"Although, much more," Hugh admitted to himself plaintively.

The silence could not last forever and Mads, nevertheless, spoke:

“Claire definitely won't mind if I steal you to rehearsal from the only weekend of the week, or maybe she had plans for you?!”

Even in this seemingly harmless question of the Dane there was so much self-satisfied confidence, as if he had not asked at all. His whole appearance seemed to say: "How can you steal something that already belongs to me?!" Yes, this possession or desire to possess, was read not only in his tone, but even in his look.

There were always a lot of emotions in those golden-brown eyes, the color of elite whiskey. Mads' view of Dancy was always multifaceted and contradictory. Kindness, tenderness, care, concern, sincerity and even, it seemed, love were read in it? It could also be said that the amber eyes radiated some kind of adoration.

With this look, Hannibal usually looked at Will as the most beautiful work of Botticelli, as a divine creation sent to him from above, as a perfectly embodied plan of the creator… His own design…

But if everything was clear with Hannibal and Will, then why does Mads himself look at him in the same way?! Out of habit after everyday filming, or is there still another explanation?! "Although, nothing is clear with this damn Dane..."  the brunette continued to wander in his own thoughts, as he heard a pleasant Danish accent, bringing him back to reality again:

"If you were Will, I'd think you were sleeping with your eyes open." Hugh, you haven't answered my question about tomorrow.

Mads' tone was calm, but slightly agitated, so Dancy, nevertheless, had to come out of her own thoughts, tear herself away from the window and look at her friend.

“Yes, of course, I'm sorry, Mass, I was just thinking. Claire is busy herself right now, constantly on the set of some local project, so we rarely cross paths at home. Sai is almost always with nannies or staying with his grandmother, so there will be no problems.” said Dancy and then for some reason added:

“Steal as much as you want.”

“And I want to, even as I want to, don't worry about it!!” winking, Mads joked in a pleasant velvety voice, and then continued:

“And you don't mind such a schedule when you hardly see each other?!”

“Well, how can I be against it, she doesn't stop me from working, traveling around cities and sometimes living in hotels because of filming?! Claire hardly saw me, I completely gave myself to Hannibal in these couple of years and she needed something to occupy herself with in order to stop nagging my brain about this. No, of course she's nice and understanding, but sometimes she pushed too hard, offended that I didn't seem to be with her, even being physically next to her. And I'm just such a person, if I give myself, then I give all of myself to the end. So she found a job so she wouldn't go crazy at home. And then you need to take a break from each other sometimes.” Hugh finished his answer with a sad smile.

He was well aware that he was not an ideal husband and spent little time with his wife, but it seemed to him absolutely normal. Hugh justified this by saying that they had been together for more than a year, and not even the fifth. And in general, it happens with most families that passion and excitement fade into the background, giving way to a cozy and comfortable family life, and this is normal, and it should be.

He even thought about his own phrase that he was giving everything to the end, but it wasn't about marriage with Claire. This could only be said about his work, although, again, he could not say that about every film of his, but only about his work in Hannibal… So what was special about this particular project?! In my opinion, the answer is obvious…

And indeed, Hugh gave himself all to filming, went to the hotel to be alone and get used to his image, stuck in Mads' dressing room, constantly rehearsing and running the text, celebrated successfully filmed heavy scenes with him in the bar, dragged this drunken Danish face on himself to a taxi, and then to the dressing room, in order not to take him home in such a state, covering up for his wife that they worked late, so it's better to spend the night right in the pavilion ... It was with him that he was mentally when he was next to Claire, playing some moments in his subconscious, coming up with dialogues and rushing to share these ideas with Mads in order to once again surprise Fuller on the set, bringing him into cinematic ecstasy…

But what to do with the fact that he has known Mads for 10 years, and over all these years the chemistry between them has only grown, and not turned into a routine? Like a long-term exposure of elite wine, it gave a special taste to their relationship, intoxicating even more and seemed to reach its peak in the parking lot, forcing Hugh to fall out of reality for a few minutes, completely clouding his mind.

Yes, and all these ambiguous phrases of Mikkelsen, which were saturated with vulgarity, although they sounded quite innocent… Sometimes it seemed that only Hugh himself hears the vulgarity in them, although the "angel" Mads did not mean anything like that at all. "Yes, yes, angel, the very innocence… Damn it," Hugh swore to himself. In fact, Dancy has even got used to these phrases, sometimes joking back even more ambiguously.

All this from the outside resembled the most ordinary flirting, but the beauty is that even the idea that it could be flirting was considered absurd, so such communication began to be perceived as ordinary friendly jokes, nothing more…

"Of course, nothing more, yes, really, just jokes, and you, baby Hugh, are paranoid," Dancy continued his internal battles.

It's okay to tell a friend: "And I want to" and wink. "Of course it's normal, it's the order of things, damn!"...Yet friends communicate like that. Still, they are allowed to "steal themselves", get excited at the sight of a friend with a cigarette in his mouth, as well as light one puff for two, pass it from mouth to mouth, exhaling a couple of millimeters from other people's lips, and, of course, all friends play abnormal sociopathic, in love with each other, murderers in the bromance... "All this is within the norm, Hugh, ordinary friendship, don't worry," it seemed that all the thoughts in Dancy's head were reflected in his ragged sigh, which did not go unnoticed.

“Maybe then you'll take a break from me?!”

The Dane's voice sounded quite serious, which made the question seem plausible, but it was clear from the sly eyes that Mads just wanted to hear from Hugh that he did not want to rest from him as from his wife.

And well, it really was. In Mikkelsen's company, Hugh always felt at ease, he openly had fun, joked, knowing that his humor would be perceived as humor, and not as a reason for groundless insults, as Claire often did. Hugh knew that he always had something to do with Mads, they could talk for hours about everything in the world, they could drink, have fun, fool around, fight, joke, sometimes even too hard, rehearse scenes, inspire each other with their game, introducing their own ideas into the script. Hell, it was nice just to be quiet with this man.

"Well, that's it… I'm already comparing him to his wife!" from this thought, Hugh sighed nervously.

He and Mads were really great friends, colleagues, worked together amazingly, understood each other, covered for each other, only in all this, there is one big BUT! "It doesn't get up on friends," Hugh mentally summed up.

Gathering his thoughts and analyzing what he wanted to say, the Briton said:

“I'm not tired of you, Mass, on the contrary, I feel that it will all end soon, the story of Hannibal will end, this atmosphere will end on the last shot, so I want to enjoy every moment while it's still possible...” with undisguised sadness in his voice, Hugh said, finally opening his eyes to someone emotions.

“It doesn't have to end, I'll be there and I won't dissolve in time, as after "King Arthur", not now that you mean so much to me ...” Mads said softly and carefully, looking into blue eyes that shone so clearly emerald in the night light.

From these words, something jumped in Hugh's soul, an inexplicable warmth spread in his chest, as if warming his soul and heart, filling them with light again. He really hadn't expected to hear such a revelation, but damn it, it was as necessary as a breath of fresh air before diving into the depths. As if if he didn't exist, it would lead to imminent death.…

And indeed, after filming in “King Arthur”, they communicated only at the beginning, occasionally meeting at some film festivals and film premieres, congratulating each other on their birthday and Christmas, but nothing more, and over time they simply disappeared from each other's lives. Hugh had a wife almost immediately after filming, but Mads lived in his homeland for a long time, returning to the states only occasionally, for some new projects.

And most likely in Hugh's subconscious, there is already a clear picture that as soon as the shooting of "Hannibal" is over, Mads will disappear again, leaving only these emotions in his soul that will tear his heart apart, without the possibility of finding a way out.…

"Mass, you have a wife, kids, you're a fucking Danish sex symbol. Now, after the filming of "Hannibal", thousands of offers will fall on you, because you are a gorgeous actor, and the attention to your person will be simply colossal. Contracts will be showered, including in your homeland, so there will simply be no time for our gatherings… And you know, all these conversations around us ... well, you understand ... it's unlikely that Hanne will be happy that you spend your free time in my company, reading another yellow column on the subject of Hunnigram after our meetings…”

Hugh became quite sad, it was read in his eyes, which were already gray as the autumn sky. But soon I heard a gentle Danish accent, which already seemed painfully native.

“Well, fans won't write shit, you know, there's no smoke without fire.” Mads winked, smiling, clearly trying to cheer up his friend and defuse the situation with a joke.

"But is this a joke?!" thought Hugh and sighed.

“And then, you know, a lot of what they write is quite tolerable and has a place to be. I emphasized many points for myself concerning the relationship between Hannibal and Will from fan fiction, although I had not previously focused on some seemingly insignificant trifles. But these aspects turned out to be really important in the relationship of our heroes and helped me to discover Hannibal from all sides.” Mads continued.

“Don't tell me you're seriously reading them, you're just telling me this, jokingly, to cheer up, right?!” Hugh raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“I just told you in all seriousness. This is quite an exciting activity when you want to kill time and if you are not around and you are somewhere on the weekend. Well, in terms of the fact that there is no opportunity to chat with you without leaving the role, to rehearse, to strengthen the connection with the character, you know, right?” Mads said with a slight grin.

Hugh felt embarrassed again, he understood which scenes are most often found in such "works" of fans, and was ready to sink into the ground from the realization that Mads finds them fascinating…

"God, we, the actors, all have a very developed imagination… Did he imagine all this… Did you imagine Will, who in fact I am?! I imagined him with my appearance, voice, smell... imagined him as me... GOD. When we get home and I'll run away before I finally suffocate," It seemed that all these emotions: excitement, mixed with embarrassment, fear and confusion, were mixed on Dancy's face at once.

“What are you thinking about, Houston?” Mads asked jokingly, grinning contentedly, and then added:

“I'll throw you off to read tonight too, it will help you relax before tomorrow's rehearsal!” Mads winked, continuing in a purring voice:

“I liked an idea there, I want to beat it, so you should be aware”!

Seeing how Hugh missed a breath, Mikkelsen added:

“And no, it's not what you thought, although, to be honest, there are a lot of pleasant scenes in fan fiction.” The Dane finished with a smile.

There was no trace of Hugh's bad mood. His face again expressed awkward embarrassment, his ears burned with hellfire, and his palms turned to ice.

"What is wrong with me, why does my body react to it like that… Mads Mikkelsen, well, what are you doing to me ..." Hugh desperately roused himself, shuddering, trying to drive away such thoughts from himself.

Then, in an attempt to disguise his embarrassment as a feeling of cold, Dancy reached for the control panel of the car to turn on the heater, but accidentally came into contact with the hand of Mads, who at that moment wanted to switch the radio wave.

The touch, even so innocent, just struck an electric discharge, as if Hugh's entire body was a huge exposed nerve. But he didn't pull his hand away, allowing himself to enjoy this closeness. He only shuddered, raising his eyes, looking at Mads confusedly, from the bottom up, from under trembling long eyelashes.

Without thinking twice, Mads grabbed Hugh's icy hand, lightly rubbing his hand between his palms, and with a smug note of feigned surprise asked, in an exclusively Hannibal trademark voice. So gentle, restrained, but full of insightful compassion:

“Are you really that cold, my dear friend? Or is it not from the cold?” The man smiled warmly without breaking eye contact.

"I've already warned you, Dr. Lecter, not to analyze me.” Dancy tried to laugh it off.

“Well, I'll still take the risk to continue and take the liberty to assume that it's definitely not the cold, so the heater is unlikely to help you,” Mads continued to act out, in the same soft, soothing voice.

“And then what is the matter, in your opinion?” Hugh said faintly, still holding his hand.

“I think it's all the fault of excitement and maybe another feeling that causes the release of endorphin and serotonin into the blood,” not wanting to finish Hugh off completely, Mads tactfully veiled the word "excitement", knowing that the brunette would understand him anyway.

“And what do you think I'm worried about?” Hugh continues in a completely trembling voice, without interrupting this painful game.

“I told you, touching is much more intimate than a kiss, I thought you figured it out in the parking lot.” Mads winks, and adds in his usual voice:

“We have arrived, Houston, so rest up, tomorrow we will continue to play different scenes. We're good at improvising, have you noticed?!” Mads said with a smug grin.

“Oh, yes, and one more thing, I already said that I'm an adult boy, so don't worry about Hannah, this is my headache, not yours! And if I said I won't disappear, then you have to believe me, and now rest!” Mads reluctantly released Hugh's hand, pressing the door release button.

Dancy seemed to have returned from heaven to earth, realizing that Mikkelsen's car had been parked near his entrance for about 10 minutes. Sheepishly averting his gaze, Hugh hurried out, feeling the burn mark from Mads' touch on his arm…

“Thanks for the ride, see you tomorrow, Mass. I'll be ready by 10.”

Catching another smile of the Dane at parting, Hugh watched a black SUV leaving his house, blinked at him with rear brake lights, hiding behind a turn at the exit of the block. The brunette exhaled raggedly, stood at the entrance for a couple more minutes, putting his thoughts in order, and then went home.

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Going up home in a spacious and bright elevator, Hugh continued to reflect on what had happened. He was still thinking about the incident in the parking lot and how he prayed to all the gods he knew, just to restrain himself and not kiss the insanely cheeky Dane. But it was close… Very close… It seemed that the planet just stopped and refused to rotate further, just as Hugh himself froze in place.

He did not just stand motionless, but stopped breathing, blinking, his legs were numb, his hands were shaking, hanging at his sides. It felt as if the heart itself went on strike and froze, refusing to pump blood through the shaking body. And right after that, it beat two or even three times faster, delivering, perhaps, all the blood, only to one part of the body of the unfortunate Dancy… The part that, well, shouldn't have reacted like that to a best friend at all.

But that's not the worst thing... because of the shock dose of adrenaline, Hugh did not immediately realize that Mads was so close that he could quite feel his boner with his foot. I just hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Or tactfully kept silent?! No, Mads wouldn't keep quiet… Probably ..." Hugh shuddered at such thoughts.

And what is this scene with a hand in the car worth?!

"Damn it, he took my hand! He just took it and held it, warming my hand in his hot palms. And we spent another ten minutes in this position, when the car was already parked at the entrance!!! What a shame... And, by the way, I didn't notice it at all either, but all because of the same damned blood rush to an organ that refused to obey at all, and not only to my mind, but in general, common sense in general… How could you not notice the car stop when both of his hands were warming mine, instead of at least being on the steering wheel and driving the car?! Well, probably, the steering wheel rotated itself, and the car drove and parked by itself ... Of course, everything was exactly like that, but how else?! Well, hello, Hugh... handsome, damn you... and you're still wondering where all these conversations come from, where these fucking jokes from Fuller, Mads, cameramen, crew, cast and millions of Hunnigram fans? Yes, how from where, from here, you stupid cretin… Well, how can you be so openly scorched in front of him? With each such time, he becomes more confident in himself, stronger, bolder, more imposing… And from this, on the contrary, it became much more to tear the tower… How he drives me crazy… Why would I do all this..." Hugh was tormented, mentally chastising himself.

And that insolent look of his… It seems that something new has been added to the expression of his eyes… Something unreadable. It was similar, except that, to the expression on Lecter's face when another gutted body got away with it and the FBI, entangled in evidence, attacked a false trail… Was it really the permissiveness that burned so clearly in his honey-colored eyes?

"Wonderful, they threw a red rag to the bull, Hugh is good," the brunette sighed resignedly.

Meanwhile, the elevator rang loudly, notifying the tenant of his arrival on the floor he needed.

Hugh headed to the end of the large hall, fussily patting his pockets in search of the keys to the apartment. Finding them in the lower one and unlocking the door, he entered the apartment, feeling those emotions that made him wildly angry at himself, just from misunderstanding ... The fact is that the apartment was empty. There was a note on the refrigerator from Claire, which said that her show would be filmed for 3 days in another state, so she would not be there all this time, and Cy was visiting her grandmother.

But instead of feeling lonely, Hugh felt relieved! And not because this difficult day, in all senses and plans, is over, but because he just wanted to be alone… He wanted to think about what was happening to him, wash off all these feelings with cool water and go to bed… Just fall asleep on his side of the bed, while not feeling guilty in front of his spouse, not feeling her offense. That he hadn't touched her again, for the second week now, because he was very tired at work, didn't hug her before falling asleep, didn't have a heart-to-heart talk, telling her what was bothering him and how his day had gone.

And what can he tell her?!

"I'm sorry, Claire, I got used to the role and became not only paranoid and irritable, but also desired my friend?! Oh, yes, and also, my love, we almost kissed, can you imagine?! We shared one puff for two. Yes, you heard right, I just wanted to smoke here, because he was so seductively wrapping his lips around the filter, exhaling into the night sky, exposing his neck at the same time... Mmmm… Anyone wouldn't be able to resist, so don't take it personally! And how was your day, dear?!"

Was this the kind of conversation it was supposed to be?

Hugh breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he will be able to rest, avoiding all this… At the same time, he was wildly angry with himself for not being sad and not feeling lonely. More precisely, he yearns, but not for his wife…

"So, deer, pull yourself together (just not in the literal sense) and go cool off," Hugh ordered his inner voice, and the brunette went to the shower, grabbing a towel and clean clothes from the dryer on the way.

The bathroom was bright, spacious, cozy. Designed in cream pastel colors. In one corner there was a small corner Jacuzzi, and in the other a gray shower cabin with frosted glass. That's where Hugh was headed.

"Yeah, really… Pull yourself together, just not literally! Of course, fuck, it remains only to jerk off on this smug Danish bitch, a great idea ... Dancy, you are unbearable… You're such an... idiot..."  Hugh clicked, turning on the cool water.

Gentle trickles from the shower gradually washed away all the tension, massaged the shoulders, relaxed, forcing the skin and blood to cool down, surrendering to a pleasant coolness. The excitement receded, the thoughts seemed clearer and even became a little easier. Ideas began to be born in my head how to get this smug asshole out of his usual mask of "Mister — everything is under control, a-la Lecter" and make him embarrassed.

"COME ON, IT'S CRAZY!!! Mads and embarrassment are not compatible. Yes, these are different orbits of different galaxies and time dimensions," Hugh sighed resignedly, pondering the absurdity of this idea.

Yes, if Mads did such a thing in the parking lot, not at all embarrassed, then what could possibly unsettle this person?!

With these thoughts, after bathing, Hugh left the shower room, heading to the guest bedroom. He himself could not clearly explain to himself why he did not want to sleep in his own room, in his own bed… Most likely, on a subconscious level, Claire's invisible presence seemed to be felt, with her trademark reproachful or pitying, pseudo-understanding look.

The guest room was quite small, relative to their bedroom or front room, designed in dark, almost black, tones with beautiful inserts of noble gray. There was a large and soft bed in the middle of the room, occupying almost the entire area, there was a small bedside dresser next to it, there was the same on the other side, and a large plasma hung on the wall opposite the bed. Despite its small size, the room was very cozy, soothing, something like a tree house, where you can hide from the world, hide from the hustle and bustle of the city behind thick curtains and be alone with yourself, as if in a cocoon.

"Well, what the fuck, idiot, you remembered about the cocoon..." the brunette breathed out almost inaudibly.

Oh, that scene at the farm in the stable… Hugh still shudders, remembering how strong Mads/Hannibal's hand touched the back of his head/the back of Will's head and pulled him so close, so insistently… And then this look, straight into the eyes, into the soul, cutting with surgical precision, without any scalpel, destroying, incinerating, domineering, but at the same time expressing absolute love, admiration, care and pride… God… And this monologue, written by Mads himself for Hannibal, which Hugh remembered by heart:

"With all my insight, I cannot predict your actions. I can feed the caterpillar and whisper spells over the pupa, but what hatches will respond to its nature, beyond my control..."

It is not difficult to guess from which time the double was taken. Of course, from the first! Fuller clapped in fascination, admiring the invented monologue from Mikkelsen, as well as the amazing acting of Hugh, who did not let go, even after the phrase: "Stop, it's off!", because how could he let go if Dancy simply learned to breathe again? Although, no one noticed this, continuing to praise the smartly played episode. But it wasn't an acting at all… It was really overwhelming emotions from such frank intimacy with his Hannibal, with Mads… From these heartfelt words, from this, damn, look of golden eyes…

The memories of this double were covered over with their heads, taking them straight into the abyss, thoughts in their heads began to get confused again, and the heart did not stop tap dancing… Cursing silently, Hugh lay down on the bed, putting a pillow under his shoulder blades, taking a semi-sitting position, covered himself with a blanket and put an open laptop on his knees to watch something interesting before going to bed.

It was rarely possible to do this with Claire, because they had completely different taste preferences. She loved snotty melodramas, like "3 meters above the sky", or Turkish TV series, and Hugh preferred psychological thrillers, horror, well, or action movies with Statham, at worst. To be honest, she did not even watch Hannibal, in which her husband played and continues to play, explaining that she simply does not like this format of films where blood, guts and all that. Although, in fact, this was completely wrong, because sometimes, when Claire was bored with her "soap operas", she could calmly review the "Saw" or "Destination" with Hugh, and not out of respect for her husband's taste preferences, but with genuine self-interest, even in the second and third watching the same movie.

Hugh guessed what the reason was, it seemed to be read between the lines. Yes, even the phrases casually thrown by her, after watching short videos from "Hannibal" pop up in the recommendations on YouTube, said a lot.

Jealousy... there was no other reason and there could not be!

Even after watching that very excerpt from the stable called "Almost a Kiss", kindly cut from the series and sweetly named by someone from the fanibals, and then posted on the video platform, Claire barely muttered to herself under her breath:

"In all our lives, you've never looked at me like that, not once..."

At that moment, Hugh realized that she was really right. And all he really had to do was laugh it off to defuse the situation:

"Honey, do you really want me to look at you the same way as a psychopathic killer? You have strange desires, of course, but if you want so much, you can kill a couple hundred people," Dancy retorted, smiling and winking at his wife.

And it flashed through my head: "Well, you're an asshole, Hugh."

Trying to distract himself from his own thoughts, Dancy lazily clicked the mouse on the site with video collections, trying to find something interesting, when suddenly, a notification about the message he had just received popped up in the lower left corner. And it was on the actor's personal mail, where only close people could write: family and friends.

Naturally, it was a message from Mads:

"Houston, my friend, do you remember I promised to send you one interesting piece of writing from our fans, in which I liked a couple of moments and which I would really like to play. So, catch, enjoy and try to do without hands!", and then there are a lot of winking smiles with your tongue sticking out and a link to fan fiction attached below.

"You damn son of a bitch, Mads, what are you trying to achieve... do you really want to drive me into a nuthouse the same way Hannibal drove Will?!" Dancy answered him to himself, typing only a monosyllabic and restrained answer: "OK, I'll take a look now."

Then Hugh thought that he had behaved too cowardly, pretending that he had not noticed his jokes about "only without hands", and sent another message after him, trying to laugh it off and not look embarrassed, as it really was:

"I'm just sorry, it won't work without hands, it's necessary to scroll through the text somehow, unless, of course, there are 3 sentences. Although it's a pity, because that's how much you can endure reading such bullshit."  finished Dancy, putting a smiling face and followed the link to the fan fiction, starting to read…

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Name of the fan fiction: "In one cell"

Fandom: Hannibal

Relationships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Tags: AU, Hurt/Comfort, UST, Romance, Puff, Kinks / Fetishes 18+

Description: What if we change the last episode of season 2 and Hannibal was still captured by an FBI outfit and placed in a Baltimore clinic for mentally ill criminals?! How quickly will Will visit him, waking up after anesthesia with a patched stomach?

Coming out of anesthesia was quite difficult: weakness, nausea, headaches, hallucinations… Well, it would seem that Will had to get used to the latter, but not in this case… The realization that Abigail was dead after all and Chilton entered the room instead of her did not want to be postponed in his head and she returned again and again, talking to him for hours. She said wild things, in fact, that would have shocked most people, but after all, Will is not the majority… He can perfectly understand the motives and actions of each person.

Abigail said she forgives Hannibal, that she misses him, that she would like to see the three of them as a family… That she would like to go to Lecter's house on the Atlantic coast, where he brought her to enjoy nature and birdsong, to the sounds of the surf. She could watch for hours as the black waters of the ocean broke on the rocky shore and as the gentle rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon. And now she's dead, she's gone, and the man who mercilessly cut her throat was still dear and loved to her.

"Stockholm syndrome, no other way", anyone would think, having heard such a thing. Anyone but Will. After all, he saw the situation from a completely different angle. Will saw in this act despair and sincerity, dependence, grief and pain of a broken, madly loving heart… Although, everyone doubted that Hannibal still had it, and even more so that it was capable of love. Again, everyone except Will… He knew, he felt, that Abigail's death was not just a payment or revenge for betrayal, but, no matter how wild it might sound, a declaration of love.

Yes, it was exactly a confession… And how else was it possible to convey to the unbearable profiler that everything he does was only for him, for him, because of him… He even forgave him for cheating with Freddie Lounds… Hannibal has a wonderful sense of smell, and he smelled her smell long before the "last dinner" with Jack, smelled the smell of gunpowder on Alana's hands, knowing that only Graham could give her a gun, saw the tension of Crawford, who clearly did not finish something, but at the same time secretly rejoiced, thinking that Hannibal had already in his pocket…

After seeing all this, Lecter did not kill Will, although he could, immediately, at the first opportunity, did not run away from the city, did not try to hide, but waited, waited for what the person he wanted to see next to him more than anything else in the world would decide and just continued to cook dinner, knowing that they would come for him... Hannibal was ready to give this fight, just to see what the man who was everything to him would choose…... The murder of Abigail was a cry, the cry of a broken and loving heart…

And now, lying in ivs, catheters with a sewn-up stomach that was opened not to kill, no… The incision was made too carefully and with surgical precision, so that Hannibal knew for sure that he would survive, and Will understood that he forgave him… He felt it with all his heart and with every part of his soul… Each, not just the dark side of it.

But his mind wouldn't let Graham come and just say it to Hannibal's face. Didn't let him admit that he needed Lecter as much as he needed him. This is a very difficult degree of codependency, when you can't be with him, but you can't be without him, too.… And perhaps it can even be called love. Sick, incomprehensible, wrong, catastrophic, but still — love. Only now the thought of this was nipped in the bud.

Despite the fact that Will even called and warned Hannibal, he still rejected him... not when he cheated with Lounds, not when he gave Alana a gun, but at the very minute when he went to his house, and not to escape with him, but holding a gun to arrest…

Will couldn't just come after that and say he forgives him, because forgiveness doesn't mean acceptance, and that wouldn't be enough for Lecter. Hannibal was waiting for acceptance, when Will would come and, looking into his eyes, say that he needed him. Need next to him, all of him, in his entirety. That he needs his help, presence, insurance, intelligence, that he needs all of Hannibal, without a trace! And that was exactly what acceptance meant, which Will wasn't ready for yet. But Hannibal, on the contrary, was ready to wait. He had to wait as long as he wanted, because there was no hurry in the clinic. But Lecter knew, he knew for sure that Will would come.

And he came…

A year later… A year spent in mental self-torture and all-consuming anguish, from which Graham was distracted only by catching the next murderers and hiding them behind bars. And from time to time he did it with ease… He just clicked them like seeds, leaving no chance, because they are not him… They all didn't even stand next to the intelligence, charm, charisma and aesthetics that Hannibal was just soaked through. He was unique... One of a kind: a sociopath, a sadist, a cannibal who knows how to love, feel, appreciate beauty and compassion…

And now, a year later, Will encountered a criminal whose brain could not read on its own, and realized that he needed help… That he needs him... Because Will has never been as effective as in conjunction with Hannibal, when their minds merged into a single whole, forming one common, inseparable, living organism capable of destroying, exposing, fooling and resisting anyone who gets in their way…

At first, not daring to go on his own, Will tried to act through Crawford, who was advised to go to Lecter and casually, so casually, to extract from that information what he thinks about the new killer, but the plan failed…

Hannibal only had fun with Jack, who himself did not realize that he had been manipulated, that he was just a pawn in someone else's chess game, which had lasted for 3 years…

Graham completely despaired ... did not know what to do next, until in another conversation between Lecter and Crawford, which was absolutely meaningless for solving the case, Hannibal suddenly, allegedly accidentally, dropped a phrase that was not just a hint, but a direct guide to action. He literally named his "price" for help, speaking abstractly, but quite specifically and understandable to Will. He knew that Jack was telling him everything word for word.

“You know, Jack, the saddest and most disappointing thing about people is that they lie. I'm not talking about their concealment of the truth, no, but about lies. Lying, first of all, to oneself, when a person is not able to take responsibility for his own decisions, is not able to act honestly, when he completely denies his own impotence, hoping that help will come into his hands and he will not have to do anything to earn it. It is disappointing that people are unable to play openly, who act behind other people's backs, trying to get their own benefit and stay in the shadows. I've always been sincere, even in my murders, so I probably expect the same from people.” Hannibal finished his speech.

Jack, leaving the clinic, did not understand why this phrase was said, but Will understood it perfectly. He understood and felt every word, they cut into the heart with the tip of a red-hot blade, opened the soul... Yes, that's what, and Lecter, even without a scalpel, could perfectly open anyone, turn inside out, disembowel, making something beautiful, right out of it, give awareness, tell his plan. And, as it turned out, he is capable of this even at a distance…

And Will understood… He realized that Hannibal does not mind helping him, but for this I will have to act myself, admit that he needs Lecter, ask to be together after I rejected him. And he will help, he will definitely help, but when Will comes and politely asks him about it, admitting defeat, that's the only way.

That's his price.

After entering the hospital and going up to the wing for the most dangerous criminals, Will walked down the long corridor, looking forward to the meeting…

It was cold in the building, the dim light of flickering lamps illuminated the white hospital tiles and gray rough walls, which did not let out of the gloomy and creepy atmosphere that prevailed in the Baltimore clinic for mentally ill criminals. The closer he got to the camera, the faster his heart beat, ready to leave his chest at any moment… But when he reached the last cell, he did not find Lecter there. It turned out that his former psychiatrist, on the rights of preserving medical secrecy, asked for a private conversation in a separate interrogation cell, which was not equipped with video surveillance and listening devices. The security of such meetings was provided by only one hospital orderly, who stood inside and signed documents on non-disclosure of the information he heard.

Realizing that there was no one in Lecter's cell, Will returned to the guard to ask what was going on, and he was immediately escorted to a private interrogation cell, where Lecter was already strapped to his chair and an orderly standing at the far door.

Hannibal was wearing a white straitjacket that tightly bound his hands behind his back, along the entire body there were leather straps that held Lecter immobile, and on his face was a mask that was put on the most dangerous cannibal criminals in history, but at the same time giving the opportunity to talk freely.

Will hesitantly went inside and the orderly closed the door behind him, and then returned to his place near the far wall.

The cell was spacious enough, but dark, somewhat resembling a damp basement, in the middle there was a conference table for two people, to which Lecter was already glued in his chair, and a single light bulb dangled on a wire above the table, emitting a warm yellow light, but not able to sufficiently illuminate the entire room. It gave a sense of privacy, even despite the orderly standing near the far wall, who was not really visible.

There was silence in the room, Will was the first to break the silence when he came to the table:

“Well, hello, Dr. Lecter.”

"Why so formal, Will?! I ask you, let's drop the formalities, throw off the masks and talk eye to eye, like adults, without this official clowning... just not after what we've been through together.”

"I forgive you, Hannibal.”

“Did you really come for this?! A year later, to tell me this?”

“No, not just for that. How did you understand that?!”

“When I was ripping open your stomach, gently hugging you, cradling you in my arms, I looked into your eyes. And in that look there was already awareness, regret, sorrow and forgiveness. You are a unique person, Will Graham, capable of understanding anyone, even your killer, but not yourself.”

“You're not my killer and you didn't want to kill me…”

“What did I want to do then?”

“Mark me. Strengthen our bond… You knew that you would be captured, and you wanted me to see this scar before going to bed every day, touch it and feel your smile, as well as the fact that we are connected, forever. And that no matter what part of the world I was in, you would always be there. I didn't even resist, because I knew your plan, and maybe even because I wanted it myself.”

"What about Abigail? What did you think of her murder? And do you forgive me for him too?!”

“And this is already too personal a conversation, not in the presence of strangers, otherwise suddenly someone will decide that you have a heart.”

Hannibal smiled faintly at the corners of his lips and called the orderly to him.

Approaching him, James (that was his name) looked questioningly at the doctor, not understanding what he wanted from him. And Hannibal answered the silent question:

“Your name is James-Albert Russ. You've been living in Baltimore since you were 14, you were expelled at 16, but your parents were able to get you into a medical college, it didn't work out there either because of ignorance of chemistry, and in order to earn at least something for a living, you got a job here as a security guard, and then you were promoted to an orderly, thanks to your not deep knowledge in medicine. Your wife's name is Caroline, and your daughter is Esme. They are currently on vacation in California. You see how much information you can learn with the right connections and a little bit of intelligence. So, I'm asking you, James, use your own, leave the room and let us talk one-on-one, and remember, I'm giving you a huge gift that I told you about it at all, otherwise you might never find out why your wife suddenly didn't come back from vacation, looking into his daughter's eyes for the rest of her life, feeling her own guilt at the same time. So, in return, I want you not just to come out, but to give us the opportunity to be alone, so go for a walk, there are no cameras in this wing anyway, so there will be no scolding from the authorities. And don't worry, I won't kill him, so you'll take him safe and sound, which you can't say about your wife, for example.”

Without thinking twice, the orderly shot out of the cell, leaving them alone. Lecter continued to speak only when the sound of retreating footsteps in the corridor completely disappeared into the ringing silence.

"Sorry about that scene, Will. But I thought that after a year of waiting, we deserved to talk without extra ears. So do you forgive me for killing Abigail?”

“And how can you not forgive a person for love?! I deserve it. I broke your heart, and you broke mine in return. Only it wasn't necessary to kill her, it was enough to leave, hide with her and I would suffer for the rest of my life, not knowing where to look for you.”

"Why would you suffer, Will? Because you knew that I wouldn't stop and would continue killing, and you wouldn't be able to prevent it?!”

“Partly. But this is not the main reason.”

“And what is the main one?!”

“I can't do without you. I feel bad without you, I need you. I need your help, care, support, I need you. I forgive you… I accept you, Hannibal.”

“It's not enough… Again, understatement and lying to yourself…”

“Hannibal, please… I need you.”

“I know, but it's still not the same.”

"I... I just... don't know... I guess... I... maybe…”

“William... Please stop this. Otherwise you'll just drive me crazy. JUST TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL! Is it that difficult?! I just need sincerity.”

“I do not know what is the name of what I feel for you.”

“Lies. Again. Anyone else in your place would be dead, even after the first deception, but you're alive.”

“Hannibal… I really don't know what to call it. Maybe I feel the same way you feel about me…”

“Is it possible? The same as you? Mmm... Good definition. So sincerely and in an adult way, baby Will…”

“What do you want from me??? I don't know, I don't know… What else do you want to hear from me?! Yes, I love you, Hannibal. I knew that the moment I called to warn you, when I gave you a chance to leave. I could have shot you at least twice, but I didn't… I just couldn't... and knowing everything you've done, I still wanted you to run away.… I even wanted to run away with you. And yes, I was captivated by your attitude towards me, the fact that you treated me differently from other people, that you saw more in me than I knew about myself, saw what I was capable of… You saw this power in me, a reflection of myself, and not just a scared loser profiler living in a pack of dogs, which I am in fact… You bared your soul to me, opened up to me, allowed me to get to know you, and, perhaps, this is the highest manifestation of love… But you, too, are the only one I have released into my mind, allowed myself to be changed. So what the hell are you asking then. Yes, I love you with fucking platonic love. I love and accept. I forgive you… And I also need you, please…”

“Well, that's much better. But still you are lying, my dear Will, when you say that your love is purely platonic in nature. I feel something else.”

“I... no, it's unlikely... I'm heterosexual, Hannibal, I've never been attracted to men physically, although in the case of you, I can't be sure of anything at all, and you, like, were with Alana, which means also not in this line…”

"I'll tell you a secret, Will. Sometimes people fall in love first of all with the soul, with the inner world, and want to spend their whole life with this person. And not always the sex of this chosen one is the opposite. No one tells you that you are homosexual, I am also far from that, I have a special attitude to sex in general, but this does not prevent me from loving you and wanting you, everything, entirely.”

“My soul is not enough for you, do you want to get a body, possess me completely?! Is that your plan?”

“Well, again, the role of the unfortunate victim. A moth that flew into the light and burned, a fly that landed in a spider's den, an unfortunate bunny that climbed into a fox hole from the cold, just to keep warm. Only this is all another lie. They didn't know what was waiting for them, and you knew, they didn't know that they were going to die, and I opened up to you, giving you the opportunity to make a choice. They reached their goal and died, but you survived and came again! BY MYSELF! So why? Why the fuck, Will?! Why are you here and standing in front of me? Because you're not a fucking victim. You are a mongoose, the same predator as me, bold and strong, who, having met with a cobra, did not want to kill her, but wanted to make friends, accept her, surrender. You are a predator who wanted to be defeated himself, just to feel that they want to possess you, just to make you their own, like a stray dog. Understood, washed and caressed, scratching behind the ear. And for this you come back time after time, you want to be understood, you want to feel needed, you want to belong. Belong entirely. And if I'm wrong and you've never thought of me as anything more than a friend, didn't imagine how I give you the affection you need so much, give you love, tenderness, protection, then you can go to the door right now and call the orderly and get out of here, Because I can't take it anymore! Or stop lying to me right now! Now! Otherwise I'll tear this damn shirt and strangle you myself.”

“Wow, this is the first time I've heard you swear... and the fact that you can raise your voice at all… I thought your heart rate never went above 80.”

“I usually killed before people could see it. Go and call the orderly.”

“No! I'd rather take your shirt off myself and finish it all. It's all crazy… No one will miss me except the dogs, and they will be taken care of, but it's better to die here and now, at your hands, than to endure my own madness. And you'd probably be furious if I was killed by someone else from the criminals I'm constantly hunting. So please be the cobra that killed the stupid mongoose.”

After finishing his speech, Will walked over and carefully undid the mask on the back of Hannibal's head, then dealt with the three brown leather straps holding the body. Hannibal got up from his chair, turning his back, in a mute request to untie his hands. After the sleeves of the shirt were untied, Hannibal pulled it over his head on his own, stretching at the same time, stretching his stiff spine.

There was a pause as they just looked at each other. And Will broke the silence:

“Don't just kill the orderly, please, he has a wife and a child… You did everything to be declared insane anyway, so you won't be executed and you won't get anything for my death.… Just don't kill him.” Will sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to accept his death.

“You know, sometimes it flatters me that you freely read every person, but you can't read me, or rather you only read what I let you.”

"Just do it, Hannibal!”

“Turn around!”

Will obediently turned his back on him. Lecter came up behind him and, wrapping his elbow around Will's throat, blocked the flow of oxygen to his lungs. Will was panting, but he didn't even try to resist.

“I'm telling you, a mongoose who desperately plays the role of a victim and is ready to die just not to admit the obvious.” Lecter said in a quiet and calm voice.

Will held on with the last of his strength, gradually going limp, and finally finally hung on Hannibal's arm when, literally a few seconds before his death, he released his hand, dropping his coughing and exhausted body to the floor, and then squatted down next to him.

“Stupid, stupid mongoose… You want to die so much, just not to admit your desire, your feelings... what are you so afraid of, even if you see salvation in death?!”

“I'm afraid of what it will lead to, I'm afraid of what will happen to me… Because you're here forever, I'm there, and even if you were there, you wouldn't stop and all this would drive me crazy. I'm tired. I'm just tired.” Will said in a trembling voice.

“You want everything to be decided for you, as always. This is your desire to belong, not to decide anything, but simply to hand yourself over to someone who will take care of you. I'm still here only because I need it, stupid boy, so that you always know where to find me when you finally mature. Tomorrow I can be in another country, on another continent, and I'm sitting and waiting for you to admit the obvious. And you also said that I wouldn't stop for you? So you didn't even ask to claim it. I would fulfill any of your requests if I felt that you were mine.”

“I'm yours.”

“No, you are still resisting and were even ready to die 5 minutes ago, just not to admit it. So why should I believe you and not kill that fucking orderly at your request?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?!”

“Kiss me... I... I want... to... belong to you... kiss or kill me, end it all, I beg you, Hannibal, please, I'm not like this anymore…”

The profiler did not have time to finish, as he was instantly imprinted on the floor when Lecter's lips covered his mouth, dragging him into a kiss. Will immediately parted his lips, allowing Hannibal to study himself from the inside. Lecter's tongue was very bold and insistent, studying every millimeter of his lover's mouth. He caressed every gum, tongue, palate with his tongue, continuing to impress the brunette on the floor.

Feeling aroused, a muffled moan escaped Will's lips as Hannibal began caressing his cheekbones, earlobe, sucking and biting it, smoothly moving to his neck, and with his free hand unbuttoning the buttons on the profiler's shirt.

Will was shaking, he was literally going crazy with surging emotions. Never in his life had he felt more alive, more needed, as now, being under his former psychiatrist, friend, being under the most dangerous and ruthless killer of modern times. All these feelings literally destroyed common sense, the mind refused to perceive reality and Will just godlessly moaned, lying on the floor in the same cage with a predator ... more precisely, under a predator, and to be even more precise, under his predator.

Now Will had no doubt that Hannibal belonged to him as well as Will belonged to Hannibal... The misty look of honey eyes seemed completely black with excitement. Lecter almost growled when he reached Graham's collarbones and saw how he began to squirm under him from a mixture of pleasure, excitement and desire to continue. Unable to resist, Hannibal bit into the profiler's lower lip and continued to kiss even more passionately, feeling the metallic taste on his tongue.

This clouded his consciousness completely, he bit Will everywhere he could get to, leaving his marks all over his torso, on his arms, ribs, chest, neck. Will only continued to whine piteously and shake under his sweet tormentor.

Hannibal caressed, it seemed, every centimeter of his lover's body, imperiously squeezing his throat, forearms, sides with his hands, until one of his hands covered the languishing groin of his beloved. Even through the thick fabric of his trousers, his hot excitement could be felt.

“Platonic love, you say, something doesn't look like it!” Hannibal chuckled contentedly, continuing to stroke the excited flesh through his trousers, and winked at Will, looking into his eyes. From embarrassment, Graham simply forgot how to breathe, and closed his eyelids again to give himself to feelings without watching this madness.

Lecter aggressively and decisively unbuttoned his fly, pulling off Will's gray jeans along with his underwear.

“William, look at me. Right now.”

From Hannibal's voice and from the way he completely pronounced his name in a low and hoarse voice from excitement, he sobbed piteously and impatiently, obeying, and looked straight into the eyes of his madness.

“You're beautiful, do you hear?! You're the most gorgeous piece of art I've ever seen, you're unique, Will Graham, unique. I want to hear that you are ready to become mine forever.”

“Prove that you love me, please do something just for me…”

“The fact that you are still alive is not proof?!”

“Alana is also alive and you also slept with her.”

At the same second, Hannibal's hand abruptly and imperiously closed the profiler's mouth, pressing with such force that one could even say that it was rude and even painful.

“I will definitely fix it, first of all.” Lecter began in a low voice, but Will started up under him with horror.

“Come on, lie down, I'm not done! Secondly, I only slept with her because you liked her, so that we had something in common, and I just wanted to keep you in line if you decided to pull another trick, like with that orderly Matthew, whom you sent to kill me. I've never felt anything but jealousy for her. And then, I wasn't jealous of her, but of you.”

Lecter opened his hand, allowing Will to sigh.

“Don't touch her, please. I'll be yours, I want to be yours, but don't hurt me, Hannibal, I beg… I just wanted you to do something special for me that you didn't do for anyone else.… I wanted to feel your love…”

Before he could finish, Will felt Lecter's lips on his penis, greedily sucking, not letting go of the hot captivity. The brunette was covered with a wave of excitement… All the worlds, all the pictures and realities mixed together, seeing Hannibal Lecter, the fucking Chesapeake Ripper, making him a blowjob… It didn't even fit in his head, it seemed so unreal. Graham might even have thought that this was another hallucination, but hot and domineering lips brought him back to reality to send him into another orbit. Lecter sucked imperiously, but gently, as if anticipating every micro desire of his lover. He then pulled the foreskin with his lips, then opened the head, circling it with his tongue, then absorbed the cock completely, to the base, squeezing the throat and forcing Will to scream with pleasure. Seeing that his profiler was at the limit, Hannibal abruptly pulled away, releasing a member pouring with lubricant from his mouth, right a few seconds before the desired orgasm, and heard an offended plaintive sob under him.

ЭNot so fast, I haven't allowed you to finish yet. Tell me, Will, is this proof of love okay with you? Or do you think I did it for someone else?!”

"Just do whatever you want with me, please, damn it, Hannibal, don't stop, I beg you…”

“Mmm, how often have you begged me, and all this in just one evening, good boy, I like it. Turn around!” He added tenderly.

Before turning around, Will hesitated, as if he felt insecure.

“What's the matter?” as if counting the uncertainty, Hannibal asked.

“I've never, in general, I ...” Will could not finish the sentence in a plaintive voice.

“Stupid, I know. I will prepare you, just trust me, prove that you are ready to become mine to the end.”

Will squeezed his eyes shut and turned his back to Lecter, tucking his knees under him, spreading his legs in different directions.

Stroking his thighs with one hand, from the inside, Lecter stretched out his other hand to Graham's mouth, not explicitly making it clear what was required of him. Will greedily absorbed his fingers, sucking, biting them, moistening them well and abundantly with saliva. Hannibal pulled his fingers out of his mouth and ran them between his parted buttocks, moistening a tight ring of muscles, but instead of inserting one of his fingers into Graham, he wrapped his wet hand around his penis and began to work it intensively up and down, tightly squeezing his fingers around the trunk. At the same time, leaning into the profiler's ear and saying in a gentle, almost purring whisper:

“Come on, my boy, I'll let you.”

The orgasm came immediately and Will poured into Lecter's hand, desperately continuing to push into his palm. The body went limp, Graham could no longer stand on all fours and just lay down on the floor. Opening his eyes, clouded with a veil of orgasm, he looked uncomprehendingly at Lecter, who lay down next to him, continuing to examine the perfect naked body and stroke it with a clean hand. After looking at Hannibal for another minute, Graham still decided to ask:

"Why didn't you... well, didn't you do this to me? Have you changed your mind?”

His voice sounded very quiet, plaintive and with a huge amount of misunderstanding and sadness.

“Stupid, how stupid you are… Well?! Tell me, how can I not want you?! I told you, you are the most important piece of art in my life.”

Will continued to look into his eyes with gratitude and incomprehension at the same time, and, it seemed, even with resentment.

Lecter silently took and put Will's hand on his extremely excited cock.

"Doesn't that mean anything to you, too? I want you madly, my stupid mongoose.”

“Then why didn't you take me?!”

“Where?! On a dirty floor, in a shabby cell, in a mental hospital?! Are you kidding me? The greatest creation of God that was sent to me as a gift from above?! I value you too much, Will, and I would never do that. You will become mine, a little later, on the bed, which I will make with Italian silk and sprinkle with rose petals. Before that, I will spend hours studying every cell, every centimeter of your body with my lips in order to caress each of them. I will kiss your neck for a long time, tell you in your ear how much I love you and how I will do everything in the world for you, fulfill any of your requests, become anyone, kill anyone, and all this for you. Only then will I allow myself to insert a finger into you, using a high-quality cooling lubricant, and begin to stretch you gently and prepare for myself for a long time, feeling your sensitive bump and enjoying your moans. But not here, my boy, and not now.”

“Then why did you make it clear that you want all this right now?” Will persisted.

“It was important for me to see that you would go to the end. That you accepted not only me, but also accepted yourself, that you allowed yourself to admit your feelings and proved, first of all to yourself, that you are ready to belong to me completely and without a trace. That was enough for me, and now I'll give you a pill and you'll fall asleep, wake up in the hospital and say that you don't remember what happened and how I got free and ran away. You are diagnosed with short-term amnesia as a result of asphyxia. And after that, you will escape from the hospital and come to the roof of the high-rise, behind the regional court building, I will wait for you in a helicopter and we will go anywhere in the world where you want to buy our new house. And this time you proved to me that you would do the right thing.”

“Hannibal, and if I don't see you again and you leave me…”

“Never, not for a minute more. I'll be waiting for you there on the roof, I promise.”

“But what about ... and if ... you want to go to her before departure?”

“One more word and she will definitely die, so shut up before I change my mind, and we will talk about everything else and my future "diet" in our new home, do you agree? I promise we'll find a compromise. Now take a pill. Don't worry, they won't suspect you. All your cum is left in my hand, and there's an impressive choking mark on your throat, so there's nothing to worry about. Tomorrow we will start a new life. Together.”

Will obediently swallowed the pill, faithfully looking at his man. Meanwhile, Hannibal didn't let him go for a second, cradling him in his arms until Graham finally fell asleep.

Waking up in the hospital, Will did not immediately understand where he was. Jack Crawford was already waiting for him in the room

“Will, thank the angels, you're awake… You had such severe asphyxia that you didn't regain consciousness for more than 5 hours… Can you imagine, this son of a bitch escaped by disarming the guard, taking his keys from him and leaving through a closed service hall where there are no cameras… He had calculated everything… We don't know how he managed to free himself from the shackles, but most likely the fault lies with one of the orderlies who negligently tightened the straps and shirt.”

“Is the orderly alive?”

“Surprisingly, yes, apparently he was in a hurry, so he didn't kill him, but he tried to kill you... again! And this bastard also killed a local gas station attendant at a night parking lot, just gutted him, didn't even bother to get dirty and didn't take a couple of organs for himself to eat… And he also had the audacity to leave a sticker on his forehead with the words: "This is your killer, you're welcome, Jack" and a heart… No, can you imagine?!”

A slight smile touched Will's face and he realized that not only Hannibal had changed him, but he had also changed Hannibal. From this realization, everything finally fell into place. This is true love and, damn it, he's head over heels in love with him…

After waiting for Jack to leave and voluntarily leaving the ward, Will went to the designated place, climbed onto the roof and saw a beautiful black helicopter. Hannibal was inside, completely unarmed, which once again proved his absolute trust. In his hands were new packages of documents for two people. The two men stared at each other without breaking eye contact as Will climbed into the helicopter.

“Venice, Paris, Florence, Czech Republic, Norway?! What do you choose, Will?”

“I choose you!”

After looking at Graham with all his adoration, Hannibal made the helicopter take off to send them to a new life.

Chapter Text

Hugh was lying on the bed, as if Will Graham had woken up from a nightmare. His curly dark hair was disheveled, apparently from their constant tousling with his hands, his T-shirt was soaked through with sweat, and his heart was pounding at such a frantic pace, as if it was about to escape from his chest to another planet. Only, unlike Graham, it was all caused not by horror, but by unreal, wild, maddening excitement!

Out of anger at himself and his condition, Hugh slammed the laptop lid shut, trying to catch his breath and calm his aching body from painful excitement.

For a few more minutes he tried to lie still and think about something else, but nothing came out. I kept seeing the same picture of Hannibal caressing Will on the cement floor of the cell and how domineering, but at the same time gentle he was… All this just made him lose his head from surging emotions ... Hugh absolutely unconsciously drew parallels between the characters and themselves in real life, because thinking about Hannibal, he imagined the appearance of Mads, and thinking about Will — himself! And it was impossible to get rid of it, because they have been playing these characters for several years. And it's not hard to guess what kind of picture Hugh saw before his eyes. Naturally, reading this, he lived through these images, as if scrolling through the next script for the next series in his head, imagining how he and Mads would play it out. We can say that this is a kind of professional transformation of any good actor, which is catastrophically inevitable. After all, a truly talented actor will always merge with his image into a single whole, will feel all his fears, thoughts, experiences, internal worries, fluctuations, hidden desires, will know him from the inside, as if he were himself, and, naturally, experience all these emotions with him.

So Hugh now knew perfectly well how Will felt, knew how happy he was at the moment when he confessed his feelings to himself, succumbed to his temptation. Dancy knew perfectly well how much Will wanted to depend on Lecter, how much he wanted to be subdued, to be possessed… After all, it was the only way he could feel truly alive and free. Free from your own mind, thoughts, self-control, free from responsibility and guilt… But sometimes that's all a person needs in order to live, and not to exist ... it's like Will got out of the shell in which he stayed for many years. And, reading this fan fiction, Hugh understood all this perfectly and for a moment he himself became truly happy and free.

But the story ended and a heavy reality fell on his shoulders again, locking up all his feelings and thoughts under lock and key. The brunette could not get rid of the feeling of guilt in front of his wife for wanting another person so much, for some reason. And not just a person, but his close friend… A man, after all… Hugh also couldn't shake the sense of responsibility for his family, life, reputation, career, for that matter.

Unlike Will, Dancy was not free… Mads was not free… They simply could not afford to take, get into a helicopter and never return to this reality again, and does Mads need it at all…
Oh, yes, Mads! Thoughts about this Dane simply destroyed all boundaries in my head. Hugh knew perfectly well that reading this, Mikkelsen, just like him, imagined their sex before his eyes… Their looks, their voices, their smells, but with different names. And this angered even more, because Hugh did not understand and did not even know approximately what exactly Mads was experiencing at that moment when he read this text? Was he just as excited or was he just amused? Or, even worse, he just wanted to have fun watching Hugh's reaction, which was much harder to hide his embarrassment.… What was in his head when he lived this reality in his thoughts?! After all, Mads never made hints, namely serious steps. He was an exemplary family man, he talked everywhere about how lucky he was with his wife, he often called her in between takes, which, frankly, was annoying, because they spoke their own language and Dancy could only fantasize about what the conversation was about. What tenderness he said to his wife in those moments, how, perhaps, he said that he missed her… It all made his chest ache strangely for some reason, but Hugh flatly refused to think that it was jealousy. Because this is nonsense and the lack of rational thinking and common sense… And after that, all this comic flirting between them and Mads seemed to be just some kind of banter, untruth, just friendly jokes, a little beyond the standard friendly communication of two men.

And with all this, there was one big BUT! What was in the car then? Yes, Mads could have made fun of him in the parking lot to watch him cough from a puff, realizing that there was no other cigarette and this was the only chance to see Hugh choking on bitter smoke, not knowing what he wanted. But this case with the hand in the car. What was that?! It wasn't a passing joke. Yes, if he just grinned, saying that the heater would not save from excitement, that would be one thing… But he took his hand and didn't let it go for 10 minutes! And it wasn't a joke at all, but something else, but just what?
Hugh knew perfectly well that Mads had thrown off the fan fiction to him just to have fun, track the reaction and regrets that he could not personally watch Hugh blush, pull his hair, sweat and periodically reflexively touch the aching penis to somehow ease the pain of arousal.

But again, how did he know that it would excite him, and why does Mads need his arousal at all?

"How infuriating that I can't read you and that you won't let me..." Hugh sighed resignedly.

Even after ten minutes, the excitement was just as strong... The aching lump in the lower abdomen seemed to be eager to get the discharge he needed and break out. But the idea of satisfying himself by thinking about this damn Dane seemed just monstrous, so Dancy just silently stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily and trying to drive all these thoughts away, trying not to break down, so as not to give himself the long-awaited discharge…

Too many emotions for one day, evening, night… And there is too much misunderstanding of everything that is happening.

And then his heart skipped a couple of beats again when the phone rang and Hugh saw a photo of him and Mads on the screen, which made it clear exactly who called him.

"Well, why the hell can't he sleep???"

Hugh took a deep breath and tried to make his voice as relaxed and calm as possible. A deep actor's breath, and he pressed the "accept call" button.

“Well, have you read this gorgeous creation?!” Mads asked cheerfully and contentedly.

“Of course I read it, you know very well, indeed, there are a couple of interesting points to note.”

Hugh understood that he had to answer as calmly and confidently as possible, without betraying embarrassment. He also knew that Mads would definitely not miss the chance to tease him, so he needed to get together and just as easily respond to all his jokes, in the same relaxed manner. But all this was very difficult because of the breathing, which could treacherously betray his condition.

“A couple?! Yes, all the moments there are very exciting, Houston! And everyone deserves a thorough, more detailed study. So maybe we'll reread it together!” Mads said in a cheerful voice and continued:
“Can you guess which scene I especially wanted to play with my dear Will?!” his pleased and mocking grin seemed to be felt even through the phone line…

“I don't know, but if this is the scene on the floor in the cell, then I would prefer a table!” Hugh replied in a smiling and surprisingly relaxed voice, surprised at his own calm tone.

“ Well, if you ask well, I will take into account your wishes.” Mads purred in a noticeably quieter voice, but still with the same malicious amusement.

Hugh's heart was pounding treacherously again, and his breath was coming in short gasps.

“Jokes are jokes, but seriously, what exactly would you like to take to the series?!” Hugh tried his best to speak in his normal voice.

“I would like to take…”

There was a significant actor's pause in Mads' speech, which seemed like an eternity for Hugh, and Mads finally continued:

“A couple of interesting storylines hooked me. I would like to reshoot the moment of Hannibal's arrest, so that he uttered the phrase that this was done so that Will would always know where to find him, it really bribed me. I think it will definitely add passion to their relationship. Secondly, I really liked it when Will came and politely asked him for help so that Hannibal wouldn't feel rejected, and Graham kind of showed his importance again. Let's add this scene before the escape.”

“And how will we act it, do you have any ideas?”

“Well, look, according to our scenario, Will comes and offers me, well, that is, Hannibal, this idea of escape and Lecter agrees to return his books and the fucking toilet, well, and be alone with Will, of course. And we'll do it a little differently. Let Will come and remind Hannibal again that he rejected him back then, before Hannibal decided to surrender. It would be appropriate after what happened to his stupid Molly. And let him say, like, that he came in vain at all, that his goal has been achieved, because the Dragon allegedly committed suicide and that he has nothing more to do here. Further along the script. Hannibal asks his phrase: "Will, were you glad to see me?!", Will responds by text: "Glad?! No!", says "Goodbye" and leaves. Hannibal is left heartbroken again, suffering alone. And then that dragon attack on Will happens, when Graham decides to lure him out on live bait and simulate Hannibal's escape. So, let Will not come to ask him about it himself, but first ask Alana. Naturally, nothing will break off from Lecter, as always, and Hannibal will say that he will agree only when Will comes to him again and asks for it, politely… And in order to play this moment as intimately as possible, let it be eye to eye, standing in Hannibal's cell in the presence of an orderly, and preferably two. In my opinion, it will blow the heart of our fans, such an intimate and soulful reunion together, after Will rejected him again!” Mads finished his notes, and then added in a cheerful voice:

“Well, as for "jokes", what kind of jokes can there be, Houston?! I will really be happy to meet my beloved friend and always take into account his wishes! Table, so table!” Mads continued to amuse himself.

“Oh, come on!” Hugh replied with mock resentment and added:

“You know, Mass, as for the script, I think it's really worth a try. This will really reveal the relationship of our heroes even deeper. And why is Molly stupid, jealous, Dr. Lecter?!” Dancy teased him cheerfully.

“You just need to go deeper! Come on, why be jealous, I already know who Will's heart belongs to, so it's definitely not his wife.”

"No, this bastard is definitely mocking me," Hugh could not restrain himself and breathed out into the microphone. Before I had time to object and figure out how to laugh it off, I heard Mikkelsen's voice on the other end of the line again:

“You look tense, Hugh. Apparently, he decided to be an obedient boy and definitely do without hands?” his voice seemed to be imbued with his malicious grin.

Having gathered his strength, Dancy knew for sure that he urgently needed to laugh it off, putting this arrogant Danish muzzle in place.

“But you, judging by your relaxed state, rarely do without them at all!” grinning, and at the same time in the most relaxed tone, Dancy replied.

“Fucked up, bitch, I'm proud! Decided to show claws? Or are you still angry because you don't know how to do without hands?!”

“Well, you can't fuck me all the same.”

“It's better to be relaxed than so tense… So you know, you've been a good boy and you can pull yourself together, I'll let you!” Mads said mockingly, very brazenly and self—confidently.

Hugh was speechless, he was confused and he did not have the strength to suppress his condition at all, so all he could say, in a quiet and slightly trembling voice, was:

“Fuck you! Go to the ass, Mass!”

“Nødvendigvis indfødte, men ikke i dag.” *

“Hey, I don't understand Danish!”

"You're better off, Hugh, believe me!”

“Can you translate it?”

“Maybe I will, but now it's time to go to bed, be ready by 10 tomorrow. Good night to you.”

“And pleasant dreams to you, until tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow, Houston.”

There were beeps in the receiver ... Dancy caught himself thinking that it immediately became somehow empty and he needed to fall asleep as soon as possible so that the time until tomorrow morning did not seem like an eternity. He kept replaying the phrase in Danish in his head, realizing that if Mads had switched to his native language, then there was clearly too harsh a joke and out of curiosity Hugh simply could not find a place for himself, constantly tossing and turning. But still, despite his excitement, curiosity and mental anguish at the same time, he was still able to fall asleep, having gone to the kingdom of Morpheus.

Notes:
* Nødvendigvis indfødte, men ikke i dag / Necessarily family, but not today.

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The doorbell rings. Hugh slowly opens his eyes, returning to reality. Another call, longer and more persistent. Dancy opens her eyes in horror, the dream has lifted like a hand… He looks at his watch, the time is 10:02. Yeah, well, Mads was as punctual as Hannibal.
A couple of drops of cold sweat rolled down Hugh's forehead, realizing that he had overslept, Mads was probably furious outside the door, and he hadn't even brushed his teeth, and he wasn't dressed at all, in anything but boxers, because yesterday's clothes, soaked with sweat of excitement, he crumpled up and threw on gender. It took 10 seconds to realize what was happening fucked up, as Hugh realized that being left without clothes was not the worst thing, because Mads had seen him in underwear repeatedly, on the set. But the real nightmare was that not only the sun was rising in the morning... "Good morning, fuck," Hugh squeezed out to himself in a rage, wrapped himself in a blanket and went to open the door.
“I told you five times to be ready by 10 in the morning!”
Mads' face was feigning displeasure, but at the same time cheerful and friendly.
“Don't yell at me, we have a day off and I automatically turned off the alarm clocks… And anyway, it's all you and your late-night calls.” Dancy grunted in response, but in an exceptionally friendly way.
"You haven't heard me yell yet, Hugh. I'm just a little outraged.”
“Well, don't be angry, I was very exhausted yesterday, the day was very... ahem... eventful. Yes, and emotionally overloaded.”
“Isn't it because of the bedtime reading? You still haven't used my permission?” Mads said with an impudent smile, following the owner of the apartment into the kitchen.
“I prefer more traditional methods. Would you like some coffee?!”
“Well, yes, a table is much more traditional than a cement floor in a dirty cell, I agree! Of course I will, pour it.”
Hugh immediately blushed, his whole posture spoke of embarrassment, even his damn ears turned red again and the son of a bitch sees it and enjoys it. Hugh squeezed his fingers tightly and said:

“I'm going to get dressed while you fantasize about the table.”
“You've become so cocky lately, I like it. Are you taking an example from Will?! Look, otherwise you'll surpass me.”
Hugh smiled through his anger and went into the room to get dressed, without answering anything. After finding clean gray sweatpants in the closet and putting on a black T-shirt with them, Hugh slowly returned to the kitchen and began to make coffee for his friend.
Morning excitement, fortunately for Dancy, was hidden behind the dense fabric of loose pants, so the feelings of shyness and awkwardness slowly receded.

“How many spoons of sugar?” Hugh looked at Mads for clarification.
“God, we've been friends for 3 years, and you don't know such little things about me, you surprise me! Two, please, although you can have three for this mug.”
“Well, I'm not your wife to know such household details... but I know perfectly well how you mix whiskey with cola and how much your Danish muzzle needs to get drunk to death and lose control.”
“Oh, my dear friend, believe me, I have never lost control with you before, otherwise you would be the first to understand it.”
Hugh missed a breath again. "God, all these ambiguous phrases just drive me crazy… How I want to take and ask a few direct questions, so as not to think it out on my own"
"I thought you trusted me. But in fact, he didn't even lose control with me, what kind of friend I was then.” Dancy said with mock resentment.
“Special.” Mads smiles, sipping hot coffee.
“Even so?! And what is my main feature?” Dancy burst out impatiently, before he had time to think whether he wanted to hear the answer to this question.
Of course, he wanted to, but he was clearly not ready. Besides, he was prepared to hear another joke instead of a serious answer, but Mads struck him with his morning frankness:
“A feature? You're special in everything, Houston. Sometimes it seems to me that you are the only person in the world to whom I want to come and be alone, even just to be silent.”
Hugh stared at him with bated breath, and then lowered his eyes to the floor. He was clearly not ready for such an answer. In the style of Mads, it would be more appropriate to laugh it off, but in this answer of his, all the sincerity of this man seemed to be concentrated. Hugh hadn't felt so needed in a long time. He, like a kitten, wanted to come up and just snuggle up to a strong chest and rub himself with all the tenderness that was in him, but had not had a way out for a long time. And perhaps this thought did not seem so terrifying after the incident in the car, when Mads held his hand for ten minutes.
“Well, of course, you went too far, after all, you have a wife with whom you have been together for so long that there can definitely be no one closer.” Hugh tried to support him, immediately berating himself for mentioning Hanne. And about her, no matter how selfish it might sound, he did not want to hear at such a frank moment. To hear how lucky Mads was with her and everything like that, but the words were already spoken.
“You remember my wife so often, it seems more than I do myself.” Mads remarked with a sad smile, holding a mug of cold coffee in his palms, as if trying to preserve its warmth.
“Come on, are you constantly on the phone with her, in between takes, I understand she is still living in her homeland? Is she going to come back or is she busy there? Because I don't understand what you're cooing about in Danish.”
“Well, the discussion of the details of the divorce can hardly be called cooing, although she is close enough to me and we sometimes even joke, but mostly we discuss issues with housing and property.”

“What? What do you mean?” Hugh seemed taken aback by the information he heard, still not believing in the reality of what was happening.
"Come on, Hugh, why are you so surprised? This is life, we are adults, and besides, everything has been going to this for a long time. Out of respect for our lives, our children, I decided that it was time to stop torturing her and give her the opportunity to meet a man who would turn the world around for her, as I once did.”
“Torment?! Come on. As far as I know you, you have always been an exemplary family man, a loving husband and father.”
“And I've always been a good actor, don't forget that.” Mads winked with a slight sadness.
Hugh drained his coffee mug in one fell swoop, from wild excitement and misunderstanding, and began to pour himself a new portion.
“So what did you torture her then, if it's not a secret?!”
“Yes, what secrets can I have from you? Even if I keep something to myself, you know me too well and are able to read between the lines. We officially filed the divorce papers yesterday. Up to this point, we have talked about this for a long time. To tell the truth, we have been going to this for a year. You see, after 20 years of marriage, I realized that I was living with her only because she was my own person. She is the mother of my children, she is loving and devoted, but... I began to treat her just like a relative, like a sister. You probably won't understand it, because everything is fine with you and Claire, but I stopped feeling that I love… More precisely, I stopped feeling that I love her. Only exclusively by kindred love, but in no other way. At first it started with the fact that she was offended that my thoughts were not with her, even though I was at home on vacation, but I couldn't control it, then the same thing happened with sex. I started doing it only out of a sense of duty, that she needed it, and I kind of had to give it to her. But she realized it very quickly, she knows me too well, she cried for a long time that I began to use her purely for "detente", but I couldn't lie to her and said that everything was much worse in fact… And that even the discharge I experience purely from physiology… Just from friction, and accordingly it is nothing more than an orgasm that does not bring any relief and satisfaction. And everything became clear to her. Then I started disappearing in the evenings, and she stopped asking and a whole year flew by at such a pace. In general, Hugh, it's best to just enjoy the weekend morning and not talk about sad things.”
“No, you need to talk it out and I can't just hush it up. Did you just cheat on her?”
Hugh's voice trembled a little, he realized that he became even more jealous of him after hearing about the fact that Mads was not only with Hanne, but also with someone else. Mentally chastising himself for this, he could not suppress a ragged breath.
“Mentally — for a long time, but physically, not once. I just gave up sex about 4 months ago, realizing that I can come stupidly on my own, but that's not what I want at all, so there's no point in casual relationships at all. And don't sigh like that, I'm loyal to you.” Mads finished with a wink and a joke.
Hugh breathed a sigh of relief, but to hide it, he immediately decided to make a joke in response to defuse the situation:

“Yes, the sex symbol of Denmark has been tied for 4 months… I can see these headlines right now if our Freddie Lounds were writing.”
“Well, yes. Bright slogans would be, something like "Saved himself for a murder husband." Mads grinned.
“I just want to lift your mood somehow.” Hugh sighed sadly, and then he did something that he had never expected from himself in his life. He reached across the kitchen table with his hand and wrapped his fingers around Mads' palm in a comforting gesture.
"And what the hell difference does it make, yesterday we were already holding hands anyway, so, in fact, we didn't go beyond any more than yesterday, and now it might make him feel better," Hugh thought, gently squeezing someone else's wrist, but at the same time experiencing wild embarrassment.
Mads exhaled noisily, responding to the touch, and grabbed Hugh's hand so that their fingers intertwined.
Too intimate a touch, Hugh thought, and couldn't hold back a noisy, excited exhalation.
This did not go unnoticed and Mads broke the pleasant silence first:
“What are you thinking about now, Hugh?!”
Without breaking the morning revelations, he decided to confess honestly:
"That touching is much more intimate than a kiss..." said Hugh.
“Sometimes even such touches are much more than we could ever dream of. Thank you for being there not only when I feel good, but also at such moments too.”
“Is that why you said yesterday that you would not disappear, as after "King Arthur" once, because you decided to stay here?”
“Yes, I would like to live somewhere nearby, for so many years it will be hard for me without you, so I want to avoid it. I understand that we will shoot season 3 and will not see each other so often anymore, but still, and not once in a couple of years, as then, which means I will already be happy.”
"We're so fucking drunk, Mass!” Hugh remarked cheerfully, without unclenching his wrist.
“I don't need whiskey to feel intoxicated next to you.”
Hugh forgot how to breathe… His heart lost its usual rhythm. These phrases felt less ambiguous, but more understandable when they held each other's hand. It seemed like an eternity passed before Mads decided to speak, breaking the touch and taking up a new portion of coffee with both hands.
“Why did you sleep in the guest bedroom?” There was genuine surprise in Mads' voice.
“Oh, let's not talk about it, to be honest, I don't know how to explain it myself.”
“Come on, revelation for revelation. This, in my opinion, is one of Dr. Lecter's favorite phrases in “The Silence of the Lambs.”

“I don't need that Dr. Lecter, I have enough of my own. Although, sometimes it seems that there is too little of it. Well, since we're having a psychoanalysis session, Doctor, let me say that I really don't know why it happened. We're not exactly smooth in our relationship either, although we both pretend that everything is fine. But nevertheless, I wanted to be alone yesterday without feeling her invisible presence.”
“If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered you with a late call yesterday and would have let you enjoy the solitude.” Mads said in a calm and soft voice.
“On the contrary, it became easier for me to hear your voice, you very often pull me out of your thoughts and I am, in fact, very grateful to you for this.”
"Come here," Mads said in a half—whisper.
Hugh was dumbfounded and hesitated, he did not know at all how to react to this correctly and what was going on in general, but still came and sat down next to him.
Mads just hugged him, putting his head on his chest, pressing it in a lulling gesture, and put his head almost weightlessly on the back of Hugh's head and squeezed his hands into a tangible, but very gentle embrace.
Hugh felt like Will, who was treated like a fragile Chinese cup made of expensive porcelain.
“Are you really not going to disappear and forget about me anymore?!” Hugh whispered, barely audible, even to himself.
“Never, stupid... never again. I've already tried to forget, it didn't work out…”
Hugh didn't even bother to ask what the phrase meant. After all, this morning overshadowed absolutely everything… All these hugs of theirs now seemed so right and necessary that even the embarrassment had gone somewhere, as well as the feeling of guilt. Dancy understood that what was happening now was not just about "unreasonable physical attraction", but about much deeper feelings.
I wanted to save this moment forever and see where it would lead them, but Mads's phone suddenly rang and Hugh automatically pulled away, as if he was scared off, and began excitedly clearing the dishes from the table, washing the cups for himself and for the guest.

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To say that Hugh was in a wild shock is to say nothing. And after all, in fact, he was shocked not only by the situation a minute ago when Mads was sitting and hugging him, but also by the phone call, which turned out to be so not timely…

More precisely, Hugh had very mixed feelings, because he just didn't know what would have happened if the phone hadn't rung. Just what would happen next? How much longer would they have sat like that and how would it all have ended. But now Dancy was sure for sure that Mads's jokes were not just vulgar friendly jokes, but clearly something more, only what?

"Although no, nonsense... It just seemed. Mads is only outwardly so calm and cheerful, but inside he just needs the support of a loved one, just a friendly shoulder, it's hardly anything more… And with his jokes, he just lifts his mood, seeing how I react to it. That's probably how it is. And it's stupid to assume that he sees in me not only a friend." Hugh wrinkled his nose, continuing to listen to the phone conversation, wiping the freshly washed cups with a waffle towel.

He realized that Fuller was definitely on the other end of the line, who was arranging some kind of trip with Mads.

“Yes, well, I'll grab him now and we'll come, just discuss some points in the scenario that we want to replay.” said Mads, listening to the other's answer.

“Yes, we'll be there in half an hour, I'm just at his house, he's ready, so wait.”  again silence and predatory Hannibal smile, and then the answer:

“You would have found out about it first, so, aren't you ashamed?!” Mads answers cheerfully and continues:

“If you don't remember, you gave us homework for the weekend, so we met to discuss the moments according to the script. And leave everything that happens in your inflamed mind for season 4, please.”

Hugh's face was bathed in a blazing flame as soon as he realized what the two were joking about. A feeling of some inexplicable embarrassment covered him with his head when he heard the words of Mads, who spoke absolutely without hesitation about what was at his house… On Saturday... at 10 am…

"And why are you shy, you stupid, as if Mads is at your house for the first time… All these fantasies happen only in your idiotic brain, and for others it's just an excuse to amuse each other, as if Fuller and Mads are joking like this for the first time..." Dancy exhaled, trying to mentally reprimand himself and collect his thoughts when he heard that the phone conversation was over.

“Hugh, are you packed?! Or are you going to change? Daddy has something for us there, he wants us to come.” Mads addressed him cheerfully.

“What did he want from us on the weekend?”

“He wants to go and see a couple of houses on the Atlantic coast, to shoot the final scene, together with the whole group of cameramen and us. So that we can decide together where it is more beautiful, where the angle looks better and where it will be more comfortable for you and me to play the final hugs.”

“Yes, it's good that he stopped at hugging, because sometimes it seemed to me that he wasn't joking about the kiss at the end.”

“Would it embarrass you so much?! I think we would have played it perfectly, we've known each other for years. Although yes, exactly, you're with us from England, you don't kiss on the first date. Not without a bit of cheerful curiosity,” Mads said.

“Well, Hannibal didn't take me on a date, now let him get his own.” Hugh snickered. “Hugs are more than enough. They can also come out quite intimate and touching.”

“Asshole Hannibal, he broke off such a buzz for himself!”  Mads cheerfully remarked, continuing the thought:

“Yes, hugs will come out sensual. I have no doubt about that now.”

Hearing this phrase, Hugh became very sad. On the one hand, Mads admitted that he liked hugging him, and on the other… On the other hand, it sounded like what happened before Fuller's call was just a rehearsal to figure out how it would be. The thought made something inside snap, but Hugh tried not to show it, although he did it badly.

“I'm ready, let's go.” Dancy said coldly enough, inviting Mads to the opened front door.

They got into the car in silence, Hugh turned away from the window, exactly the same as yesterday, only no longer from excitement, but from a feeling of some childish resentment and vulnerability. He absolutely could not understand what was happening to him, and from what fright he began to be so strongly touched by everything.

“What's wrong with you, what are you thinking about?” Mads' calm voice sounded, with a bit of excitement, but still not distracting from the road for direct eye contact. During the day, he still drove less aggressively, although, as Hugh himself noticed, his driving style sometimes directly depended on his mood.

"I don't know. About everything and nothing at the same time. Do not pay attention.”

“Oh, I hear Will Graham, are you getting into the role in advance?!”

“Well, yes, we have already rehearsed a few scenes, you came for this, remember?! Without realizing it,” Hugh blurted out these words before he had time to think how it sounded from the outside. And, as if trying to punish himself, he bit his lower lip painfully.

Mads only responded with a mysterious chuckle and a sad smile, looking at the road.

"What the hell is going on with me, what am I thinking about at all, who am I to demand some serious steps from him? And anyway, what the fuck are serious steps… WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT? I'm a married man, we've known each other for more than 10 years and it seems that we've been friends all our lives, and I'm making a scene out of nothing just because I imagined something more… I must immediately pull myself together."  thoughts fell like a snowball, but instead of calming down, Hugh became even more furious because Mads did not respond to his words, which means he confirmed…

“And what did your "Hmm" mean, did I say something wrong?” Hugh decided to ask anyway.

“Sometimes I want to open your skull to find out what's in your head with that Hannibal hand saw.”

“I don't understand what's in my head, especially lately, I said, forget it!”

“Maybe you can share it, otherwise we're already approaching?” Mads asked.

"Maybe later, Mass, when I can explain some things to myself.”

“Maybe I can help you understand something?”

“Leave these psychoanalysis sessions, Dr. Lecter, for the series. I really don't know how you could help, rather on the contrary.”

“On the contrary what?! Confusing you? So ask me if you don't understand something.”

“I do not know what to ask.”

Hugh saw their car drive up to the shooting pavilion, where yesterday he shared one puff with Mads for two ... his face flushed again and it did not go unnoticed. Pulling the key out of the ignition, Mads smugly said:

“Yes, it was really worth it if every time I find myself in this parking lot, I will see this embarrassment.”

 He winked and got out of the car.

Hugh seemed to blush even more and flew out after him. From the memories and pictures that surfaced in his memory, he seemed to be distracted from sad thoughts and still decided on one question while they were going inside:

“You said that "it was worth it", what exactly did you mean?”

“Risk.” Mads answered shortly.

"And what exactly did you risk by causing my embarrassment, which amuses you so much?" Hugh's voice was low and hurt.

“Lose self-control.” Mads looked him straight in the eye and, after knocking, went into Fuller's office, as always, holding the door for Hugh.

Something much more personal and even excitingly dangerous flashed in the caramel eyes, which the Dane had never allowed Hugh to see before, it confused and discouraged at the same time.

"What did he mean when he said he risked losing self-control? God... could he really have snapped and kissed me? Was he really thinking about it? Okay. It looks like another nonsense in your sick head, Hugh... Well done!" Dancy exhaled noisily, interrupting his inner monologue and went into the office after Mads.

“Well, hello, my lovebirds!” Fuller began, smiling slyly. “Several houses along the coast have been offered at our disposal, where excellent final shots could come out. We have previously chosen one address, so let's go, figure out what's what on the spot, and if we all like it, then next week we will shoot the final scene there.” Fuller finished his sentence.

The guys just nodded in agreement.

“Great, then get down in our van, we'll go together with the whole team.”

Mads and Hugh went out to the parking lot and climbed into a large working van, where the whole team was already sitting and there were only 2 empty seats for Mads and Hugh, and another empty seat was in front, but it was intended for Fuller. The guys climbed into a large car and took their seats. Mads sat near the window, behind the driver, and Hugh sat on the edge, near the exit, next to him. Coming out after Mads and Hugh, Fuller closed the door of the van leading to the salon and sat in front, dictating the address to the driver.

It was very unusual for Hugh to ride next to Mads and be silent, but it seemed that whatever they were talking about now could sound too ambiguous and was clearly not intended for prying ears. In addition, Mads recorded voice messages to one of his children in their native language. Listening to the beautiful language, which was so perfect for his appearance, and periodically looking out the window, Hugh suddenly remembered yesterday's phrase in Danish from Mads. The phrase that he uttered in response to the message in the ass. She immediately popped into her head when she heard one of the familiar words in the voice message that the Dane sent.

Burning with curiosity, Hugh was still able to break the silence by asking Mads a question, but in such a way that only he heard it:

"Mass, what does that word mean?" and he tried to pronounce a word in Danish that he heard yesterday in relation to himself, and just now in a voice message for children.

“It means "Family", but what?!”

Hugh smiled shyly and said even quieter than before:

“Did you call me family yesterday? Well, when I sent you in the ass, before going to bed.”

“Yes, that's right, it was one of the words.” pleasantly surprised, Mads smiled.

“And the rest of the words?! Maybe you can tell me the translation after all? In any case, some kind of another vulgar joke. And also, thank you, it's nice that you called me that.”

“You are a dear person to me and you know it perfectly well. I will definitely translate, but now is not the right moment.”

“Why?!” Hugh raised his eyebrows in surprise

“Because your embarrassment should belong only to me.” almost in his ear and burning the delicate skin on his neck with his breath, Mads whispered, from which Hugh instantly shuddered, hoping that it was not so obvious, although judging by Mads' satisfied smile, he clearly noticed it.

All thoughts were mixed into one. Dancy has long been confused in all this flow of information in his head, understatements and incomprehensible emotions, but whatever it was, he really did not want to interrupt this game. Because he had not experienced such euphoria for a very long time. His heart was pounding treacherously, and his knee was twitching in a nervous shake.

Hugh began to notice more and more clearly how Mads was staring at his condition. Even now, he looks away from the phone screen and watches his knee with a smug smile.

The euphoria of these exchanges was broken by one of the operators, calling Fuller sitting in front from the other end of the cabin:

“Bry, I have a problem. One of the lenses is screwed up, I won't be able to shoot the material the way I need it, can we grab my girlfriend on the way now? She has the necessary camera, so we'll shoot everything together. I have already written to her, she will be standing and waiting for us, in two turns.”

“Yes, of course we will, no question, but there are no more places in the van, so move on.”

The car stopped and through the door that opened into the salon, a young slender girl with a large professional camera came in, which was in her case, behind her back.

Since Hugh was sitting the most extreme at the door, he immediately gave way to her, standing at the exit.

The guys in the car, realizing that the path is not close, decided to make fun of him. Like, Hugh, take a ride on Hannibal. Or: "Hugh, get on Mads's lap, we have another 16 km to go."

Dancy tried to just smile in response, pretending that he was not the least bit embarrassed, until he saw Mads, in a patting gesture on his legs, invite him to sit down.

The ground seemed to have gone from under his feet. There was a buzz in his ears and he couldn't even make out the sounds in the car because of the pressure that suddenly jumped. Hugh was well aware that if he disavowed this offer now, like from a fire, it would give ground for conversations, even more than if he agreed, translating everything into a joke, they say he ran into it himself, now be patient. After hesitating for a minute, he still resolutely says:

“Oh, no problem.  I'm heavy, so if your legs get numb, it's not my fault.”  and passes by the girl who sat in his place, sitting on Mikkelsen's lap.

Mads immediately sighed contentedly and put one of his hands on Hugh's thigh in a steadying gesture for balance. And then he said it very quietly and imperceptibly to others, in the very hairline on the back of his head:

"I thought you'd be scared to ride me."

Hugh shuddered again. The neck was clearly his weak point, especially if the Dane's breath burned it. And this time Mads definitely noticed it and added in an even more smug whisper:

“If you relax, it will be more pleasant.”

This time Hugh couldn't stand the emotions that came over him and hit Mads from the elbow right in the ribs, behind his hands, in a joking manner, but very noticeably.

Mads just laughed and exhaled:

“What a stubborn boy, he also kicks.”

Hugh took his phone out of his pocket, trying to distract himself from his thoughts for the rest of the trip, but realized that Mads was sitting in the back and he could see his screen perfectly. This feeling did not cause him discomfort, since it seemed that he absolutely did not need to hide anything from his friend, while with his wife the situation was the opposite. Hugh really didn't like it when Claire took his phone. No, he was loyal to her, but she still found something to cling to. Basically, these were comments from female fans on social networks, to which he did not even respond, or jokes with Mads under each other's photos. In general, when Claire told him something about Mads, Hugh was furious, forbidding to raise such topics.

Opening one of the photos, kindly sent to the mail by his girlfriend, he almost dropped the phone. The image of the art drawn by fans opened to the full screen. It wasn't hard to guess what the context of the photo was. Mads from behind exhaled heavily with the words:

“Don't close it, let me see!”

And Hugh just froze, blushing.

There was a picture of Hannibal/Mads kneeling in front of Will/Hugh, unbuttoning his fly, looking him straight in the eye.

Dancy immediately pressed the lock screen button, seeing in the reflection on the extinguished display the predatory face of Mads, who seemed not at all embarrassed.

Lowering his head down, and then looking out the window to clear his thoughts, Dancy felt something that just threw him into shock and he began to gulp air greedily, like a fish washed up on the shore.

He began to feel between his buttocks the Dane's erection noticeably increasing with every minute. At the same time, Mads' face did not seem at all agitated, as if something was happening that was quite normal. He was, perhaps, betrayed by heavy breathing, which only Hugh heard.

Dancy himself was covered with goosebumps and a small tremor went through his body, which he could not calm down in any way. And naturally, according to the law of meanness, something happened that, well, did not improve the current state of affairs in any way.

The car drove out onto a dirt road along the Atlantic coast and it began to shake in different directions, collecting bumps and bumps, from which Hugh involuntarily shook and tossed on Mads, pressing even tighter to his excitement.

Dancy understood that if he stood up and pulled away, he would allow everyone to see Mads' boner, and if he continued to sit and rub his ass, he would just go completely crazy. The trembling of his body was increasing by the second and there was nothing he could do about it. I just had to pray that only Mads could see it, or rather feel it, and that this fucking van would get there as soon as possible.

Hugh held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut when a new wave of trembling enveloped his body, and noisily swallowed, at least Mads heard it. And Dancy was breathing very raggedly, like a hare cornered, fiddling with the watch on his hand.

The brunette felt the Dane's palm, lying on his hip to hold him while moving, lightly patted his leg, and then Hugh felt soothing stroking on his pant leg with his thumb and, a minute later, a low strangled whisper sounded behind his ear:

“Come on, hush, min dreng *, calm down, we're almost there. If you don't stop shaking like a groundhog, it will be noticed after the car stops, relax.”

It seemed that Mads gathered all his composure in a heap and his erection began to subside.

“I... don't... understand... Danish..." Hugh managed to say on a ragged exhalation.

He himself was saved from shame only by wide sweatpants, and he thanked the universe that he had put them on in the morning.

To his relief, the car reached its destination and stopped. Fuller gave the order that they were in place and the team began to unload…

Notes:

Min dreng / My boy *

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Hugh sat motionless, trying not to move, letting all the cameramen with their bulky cameras pass ahead.

While they were slowly unloading their equipment, Dancy was thinking about a plan how not to fly out of the gazelle with a bullet, so as not to arouse suspicion from others, well, or in order not to stay in this position forever until it gets easier for him and Mads. After all, the last 10 minutes of the trip seemed to be somewhere between a frenzied tsunami of destruction, demolishing everything in its path, including common sense, and the most amazing emotions that Hugh had ever felt in his entire life.

In his head, thoughts categorically refused to line up, even remotely resembling a logical chain of events that had occurred. Hugh was completely confused and didn't understand at all what the fuck had just happened?! It was as if she and Mads had had their first sex, right in public, but no one noticed. It was as if the whole world stopped around them, and then continued to exist in its usual rhythm, and he and Mads were outside his dimension. It was as if they were in their own separately created reality, where they enjoyed each other, not caring that it was completely absurd. Hugh gulped air greedily, waiting for a new bump in the road, which would throw him up, and then press him closer to the swollen excitement of Mads. At the same time, the Dane himself was breathing raggedly, feeling the trembling of someone else's body on himself and whispering reassuringly in Hugh's ear, addressing him in his native language and stroking his thigh with his finger, which led to even more excitement than to calm, but at the same time not letting him forget that they were not alone.

It all seemed so absurd and a point of no return. After all, how can everything be the same if this moment has become their common secret, as well as a complete revelation to each other? Hugh was well aware of the state Mads was in and how thirsty he was, while Mikkelsen himself saw perfectly well that Hugh liked it all very much, and what's more, he was waiting for every new push.

"God, of course he noticed it, of course… He already reads all my emotions like an open book, and now he also felt with what pleasure I rubbed against him… What should I say now to his next fucking joke?! How to stay alone now, how to look into his eyes if he knows?! If I know... what an idiot you are..." Hugh exhaled noisily under his breath, finally getting up from Mads' lap and calmly getting out of the car so as not to arouse unnecessary suspicions. And then, making his voice as calm as possible, he turned to Fuller:

“Bry, I need to call, solve a couple of work issues, I'll be gone for 30 minutes!”

Seeing the approving nod, Hugh hurried away from the film crew, moving away from their bustle, as if this would help escape from his own thoughts. Moving further and further away, he did not even turn around to see if Mads had left the gazelle and what he was doing at all. In any case, it seemed to him that Mikkelsen had endured this trip much easier, so he would quickly move away without attaching such serious importance to it as Hugh himself.…

Although this voice… His gentle, quiet, strangled voice, burning his neck, with which he was saying something in Danish, trying to calm the trembling in Hugh's body, just couldn't get out of his head…

Dancy sat down somewhere under a wide tree, leaning his back against it, right at the edge of the cliff, moving 300 meters away from the film crew, so that from a distance they seemed tiny, and just breathed in deeply, trying to distract himself.

How beautiful it was here, on the shore of this steep cliff, where the gray autumn sky hung over the dark waters of the Atlantic, which, having absorbed all the power of the elements, crashed into a rocky cliff.

Hugh saw images of their final scene in his head, but he had absolutely no idea how he would play it. How will he ever be able to be near him, touch him, hug him? How can she put her head on his chest, snuggle, feel the warmth of his hands on her... Or how can she calmly look into his eyes while in his arms and feel the relief of every muscle on his back… Oh, it all seemed so impossible…

It was as if Dancy still felt that Mads' breath had left a burn on his neck, which was still burning, responding with a pleasant warmth inside his stomach.

This maddening accent, which intensified from excitement, and then completely turning into a whisper in his native language…

"Well, why does it all affect me so much, am I going crazy?" Hugh breathed out resignedly, looking at the boundless waters of the ocean.

And if we recall this half-whisper in Danish, then poor Dancy was simply maddened by not knowing what Mads was telling him. He knew that it was definitely not a vulgar joke, because he was also on edge, so he obviously would not have found the strength to amuse himself at such a moment.

Hugh tensed, trying to remember what the phrase in a foreign language that Mads whispered in his ear sounded like. Of course, he didn't know how to spell it, but he could try to find a translation by pronunciation. He hastily took out his phone from his pocket, obsessed with the idea of finding a translation of at least this phrase.

Unblocking the screen, he actually saw what he was blocked on and a new wave of trembling just shattered his restored fragile peace of mind with the same crushing force as the Atlantic waves crashing on the rocky shore.

After catching his breath, he found the strength to close the image, mentally cursing the friend who sent him, and opened the translator.

The brunette tried to reproduce the phrase exactly, talking it as close as possible to what he heard then.

After processing the information, the translator gave the result: "My boy."

Looking at the screen, Hugh literally choked, thinking that he was losing consciousness. His face lit up with flames, the hum of his own blood was in his ears, drowning out even the surf of the ocean and the cries of seagulls, and his heart refused to work normally, accelerating the pace to incredible indicators. "My boy… Did he really call me that? Yesterday to my family, and today to my boy?" Hugh's ragged exhalations at the thought of this rather resembled sobs. From this knowledge, embarrassment and tenderness intertwined together, spreading searing heat throughout the body, not bypassing any of its cells. And an unreal desire to be "his boy" lit up in his soul for at least a couple more moments. But still, gathering his strength, he tried to push these thoughts away from himself, remembering his wife, although, as it turned out, it angered more than it calmed.

Hugh swallowed nervously and winced, realizing that it was unlikely to be possible to distract himself, as he felt the touch of a hand behind his back, squeezing his shoulder.

Hugh chuckled nervously, realizing that either he was thinking so hard that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps, or Mikkelsen had adopted another habit from Hannibal, who was silently sneaking up on his victims. But was Hugh himself a victim? Or did he just want to be it?

"There you are, and I've lost you.” Mads' voice sounded very warm and calm.

“Yes, I lost myself, drowned in my mind, like poor Will.”

“What are you thinking about, will you share?”

“Yes, I want to understand whether to be or not to be season 4 and check on my own experience whether it is possible to survive falling from such a height.” Hugh smiled sadly, looking around the cliff.

“Sometimes the end is a new beginning. And a jump from a height is just a forced push to finally fly, spreading your wings, which have been folded all your life.”

“Mmm, I see you're already in character, Dr. Lecter?!”

"Well, if only just like you, Will.”

After a short pause, Hugh broke the silence and said:

“I translated what you said in the car.”

“I translated it for you myself when you asked. And you also replied that you were pleased that I called you my own.”

“No, I'm not talking about that, but about when you... um... calmed me down ...” Hugh nervously cleared his throat and continued:

"You called me 'My boy.' "Family" is still okay, fits into the concept of friendship, but ... "My boy" is already too intimate, don't you think?”

Hugh exhaled, lowered his eyes to the floor and fell silent, and then decided to look at the interlocutor, turning to him half a turn. And for good reason. After all, for the first time, perhaps, in all the fucking 10 years, he saw for a moment in Mads' face how embarrassed he was. It seemed impossible and something out of the realm of fiction, but it was embarrassment that froze on his face! Although it lasted only a short moment, giving way to a truly Hannibal self-control.

“It seems to me that such an intimate, as you put it, treatment was quite consistent with the intimacy of the situation in which we found ourselves. And as for where it fits in, is it really that important to you? So that it fits somewhere?! In some context? In the concept of friendship? Not everything can be labeled, Houston.”

“I agree, not everything can be hung on it. But there are, after all, the boundaries of some concepts, when we consider one to be one thing and the other to be another. And when these boundaries are erased, it becomes difficult to understand the reality around you.”

“I erased some boundaries and now you can't call me your friend?” Mads, frowning, frowned.

“What kind of nonsense is this? Of course I can call you my friend, my closest friend... Brother, partner, colleague, comrade, I can even call you my family. But I need boundaries… To clearly know what's going on.”

“And did you stick to them yourself when you fidgeted on me and trembled with pleasure? Or are the bumps on the primer to blame for everything?” Mads asked with feigned interest.

Hugh immediately blushed like a naughty puppy caught red-handed. Of course, he was used to his straightforwardness, but he did not expect to hear such a bold question directly "in the forehead". He lowered his eyes and exhaled loudly through his nose, not finding the strength to answer.

“Frames exist only in your head and pay attention to the fact that having moved one of them for at least 10 minutes, you were really happy, and then you climbed back into your cocoon, curled up like a hedgehog and snorted.”

“You're a hedgehog yourself! And what, should I pretend that nothing happened, or vice versa, ruin my whole life right now?! It's not that simple, Mads…”

“It's not easy, because you complicate things. You can't pretend that nothing happened, well, since it's already happened, then just keep this happy memory, and don't dig into it.”

“You talk about it so calmly, as if it's something normal…”

“Was it good for you?” Mads' voice sounded a tone lower than a minute earlier.

Hugh was breathing fast again, trying to come up with an evasive answer so as not to answer directly:

“What's the difference? As if my answer would change something.”

“Houston, stop fucking fooling around. I ask you again, was it good for you? Yes or no?!”

Hugh swallowed nervously, hearing such an imperious tone, from which something treacherously jumped in the lower abdomen, and goosebumps scattered over his body.

"Yes..." Hugh breathed out faintly.

“So enjoy it, instead of engaging in self-flagellation, and think about what could be even better. Do you understand me?”

“Yes…”

“Good boy. And now let's go and see how the shots will look while the sun is not low enough yet.”

Mads held out his hand to Hugh, helping him to get up from the ground and they went to the site, where everything was already ready for preliminary shots…

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Returning to the set, the guys studied the house, ran through the monologues of the final scene and sat down to rest, drink coffee and smoke.
Although Hugh didn't smoke, he always went out with Mads to chat, and this time he hesitated. Seeing how he was about to smoke, Hugh continued to sit in his seat, as if not paying attention to the fact that he was leaving.
"Are you going to avoid me? Yesterday I asked you to take a drag, and today you don't even want to come out with me, can you explain? I thought you heard me."
"I want to, Mads... just… I can't just turn off my brain, I'm trying to analyze the conclusions I come to, I just don't know how to interpret them correctly."
“Stop analyzing, winding up and taking out your brain. This is clearly not something that will help.”
“And what can help?”
“We will definitely talk about it, but obviously not here, but when we are alone. So are you coming?” taking a cigarette out of the pack, Mads said, heading for the door.
“I'll be right there. You smoke two anyway.”
“Look, otherwise there will be a couple of puffs left again, when you decide to take a puff, you will have to save you again, exhaling the last one into you!” Mads winked as he opened the door.
“There are too many lenses around, so I think not this time.” Hugh squeezed out softly, seeing how the Dane smiled as he went out into the street.
All Dancy could do was look nervously at his watch, even though he was in no hurry, and fiddle with the ring on his hand, simply because he understood that something was going on between them and it seems Mads does not even deny it, but also does not give any specifics.
This caused the brain to fall apart, refusing to put itself back together. Hugh understood that he wanted to turn back time and be on his lap again, to experience these forbidden emotions again and hear the burning whisper in his neck. He definitely wanted to relive that moment again, to shake with excitement in his hands again, to feel Mads excited again. And not just excited, but excited by him. This thought just wouldn't get out of my head. It's one thing to have all these ambiguous jokes, it's another thing to feel without words how they want you. This feeling was forgotten and buried long ago, somewhere under the routine of family life and one's own consciousness.
Hugh knew perfectly well that he could not blame his wife for this, because mentally he was not with her.
But at the same time he did not think about Mads… More precisely, no, he was just thinking about him, but he had no idea how they had sex. He only thought about how they were drinking together, acting scenes, driving around the city, and just about how they were together, but he never imagined himself in bed with him. He pushed these thoughts away from himself even when he saw the treacherous reaction of his body to all his jokes, to his body, to his smell. He had never imagined it… Never before last night… When I read the fan fiction. But still he controlled himself and did not succumb to the temptation to relax, remembering this image that his imagination politely drew.
But after today's car ride, he knew perfectly well that if he had a chance to be alone, he would not be able to restrain himself and would bring himself to orgasm, because everything in his lower abdomen hurt, ached and shrank so much that every step was torture…
"What's going on with you… Since when did you identify yourself as gay, you damn deer, Hugh... no, this definitely couldn't happen to me… Most likely, my body has just been without sexual release for too long, because it's been 2 weeks since I last touched Claire. And then, that time was more of a need, a need, rather than a desire and a rush of passion… In general, like all the times before in the last few years. What's wrong with me?! I'm not even sure I love her anymore.… What kind of loop did I get into..." from internal monologues, Hugh continued to inhale noisily, looking through the huge panoramic glass at Mads smoking.
"So, I have to prove to myself that I'm not gay, then it will get easier!" with this thought, Hugh confidently took out his mobile phone from his pocket and seeing that there was no one nearby, typed in "Gay porn" in the search engine and, turning off the sound, played the first video that came across.
He was able to watch only until the moment when the two men began to caress each other in 69 pose. It was unbearable to watch further… It became so disgusting to him that it seemed that he was about to vomit right on the expensive parquet of the house taken for filming.
Hugh felt a little easier from the realization that his penis did not even flinch at gay porn, but it also confused him completely… If, as it turned out, he is not in this line, then why the fuck is his body so excited by Mads? From his voice, his smell, his body…
God, this body… It seemed that every muscle on the Dane's body attracted his gaze… Those strong, sinewy arms, a well-muscled, strong back, and broad shoulders made Hugh watch them with such fascination, like a cobra watching its caster, preparing to jump, but stopping from time to time. Dancy prayed to the almighty that Hannibal was filmed in three-piece suits, behind which his body was almost invisible. But every time he came to shoot or they saw each other outside of work, Hugh's breath stopped. It seemed that every bump rolling on his back, as if flirting with him, shamelessly flirted through the thin cotton fabric, forcing him to lick his dry lips. And the scene at the Verger farm where he was stripped?! Hugh had to leave the pavilion because he just couldn't look... or rather couldn't NOT look, and it would have been noticed…
Seeing Mads light a second cigarette, Hugh still decided to go out to him. Getting up from the sofa, Hugh saw through the large panoramic window how the girl they picked up along the way, a friend of one of the operators, approached Mads.
Her name was Jessie, I think. She was of a rather thin build, short stature, with brown hair. She looked about 21-23 years old. On her legs were tight blue jeans, and on top of a tank top with straps, beautifully emphasizing her breasts, with a rather deep neckline.
When Hugh came out, they were already having a nice conversation about something. Hugh visibly tensed when he heard that the conversation was not related to filming or other working moments. She was telling Mads about herself, how she was studying in her final year of film editing. They were joking and he sincerely smiled back at her.
Hugh was electrocuted, he stood rooted to the spot from incomprehensible irritating emotions, not daring to approach, but he didn't have enough strength to leave either. Seeing him, Mads waved in an inviting gesture, inviting him to join.
Approaching them, Hugh smiled as a courtesy, trying not to betray his incomprehensible anger and joined the conversation:
"I hope I'm not interrupting you." the tone did not sound quite as Hugh would have liked, and I think Mads perfectly recognized these notes in his voice. He tilted his head to one side, smiled slightly surprised, intrigued, as if he was going to watch an interesting development of the plot.
“Of course not, we haven't moved on to the part where I invite this handsome guy for a drink yet, so join me!” Jessie giggled merrily, winking at the Dane.
Mads responded with a friendly smile, pretending to be embarrassed, but Hugh himself literally froze. A thousand thoughts raced through his head before he finally answered:
"I'm afraid his wife won't like the idea." the tone from the side sounded as if he was the same jealous wife.
“Oh, so I didn't know that he was married, I just saw that there was no ring, although I didn't even hope that I could be so lucky.” sadly, but with a smile, she replied.
“Well, we are not just resting here, but working. It would be strange if we were wearing wedding rings in the frame, don't you think?!” it seemed that Hugh was carried away and he just couldn't stop. And Mads just kept silent, carefully watching their dialogue, while his face was as collected as possible, without betraying any emotions.
Hugh thought he couldn't stand it for long and it was time to leave these lovebirds alone. He couldn't find anything better than to pretend that he needed to call.
“Excuse me, I have to leave you, otherwise I still haven't called the agent back.” Hugh said, hurrying away.
Entering the house, he went to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the water and leaned on the sink. But before washing, he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, trying to realize what it had just been and why he had almost destroyed the poor girl, and even said that Mads was married, even though he knew that he and Hanne had already filed for divorce. But it's just that this young girl so pissed him off…
Having transferred the entire center of gravity to his hands, he leaned more heavily on the sink, squeezing his fingers until his knuckles turned white, from emotions tearing him apart, when he suddenly saw Mads in the reflection, who came into his bathroom and locked the door behind him.
“Well, what was it?” Mads said with a cheerful smile.
"Are you mad that I ruined your date? Well, I'm sorry, I just answered her in fact. You can go to her and fix the situation. Your charm is definitely enough for this, so it's unlikely that this “wet pussy” will refuse you.”
“And you asked me, do I need it? Before you make a scene of jealousy?”
“A scene of jealousy? What makes you think it's jealousy at all?”
“And you want to say that it's not it?! Maybe you'll face the truth, finally, that you would dream of being in the place of this very "wet pussy" who could come to me today.”
“Yes, let her go! Stop telling me what's not there, I even thought of turning on gay porn because of you, and you know what, my cock didn't even twitch. So don't tell me I'm jealous.”
“What did you turn on?! Gay porn?!” Mads' smile seemed to be visible from space. “Of course it didn't, you're not a gay.”
“Exactly!” Hugh blurted out furiously.

"But that doesn't mean you don't want me."
“You are so self-confident that sometimes you are unbearable. If you're a Danish sex symbol, it doesn't mean that everyone wants you, including me.”
“Will you say no? Am I wrong? Well, tell me then that I'm wrong. Tell me, what was in the car then? What were you shaking from? Why are you so embarrassed when I'm around? Why are you looking at me like that? Why do you snuggle up to me when I hug you?”
“You said it yourself, it was just a rehearsal.”
“Oh, so that's what you've been sulking about all morning, and I was thinking. That's not what I meant at all. So I couldn't know what you were imagining and what you were offended about.…”
“And what was it then, if not a rehearsal?”
“The first breath of air after suffocation.” Mads said in a gentle voice, looking into the reflection of Hugh's eyes. “But you didn't tell me what was in the car and didn't explain your reaction to me.”
"I don't know, Mads, I don't know anything… I think this is due to the fact that the body has not had tactile contact for a long time, well, you know in what sense… Claire and I haven't been close for weeks because of my workload at work.”
“Do you believe what you're saying, or do you want to prove the opposite?! Prove that you want me? Why are you jealous of me?”
Hugh shivered again. He understood that the excitement was beginning to roll in soft waves again in the lower abdomen, and the thought that Mads could caress this girl was generally torn apart. But how could he allow himself to admit it... all that was left for him was to submissively lower his head down, bending over the sink, without answering anything. But his heart suddenly skipped a couple of beats when Hugh felt Mads, who came close to him from behind.
“Just say you don't want me!” he whispered, bending over his ear and brushing his lips against the lobe, while pressing his hips close to Hugh.
Dancy again felt his erection between his buttocks, significantly bulging through the dense fabric of the Dane's jeans.

Hugh was breathing very fast, afraid to raise his head above the sink to see their reflection in the mirror. Exhaling noisily through his nose, he did not dare to answer, and began to tremble noticeably.
Mads, thrusting his hips a couple of times, wrapped his hands around Hugh's hips, and only pressed them harder against his groin.
A strangled sob was heard.
“Come on, why are you silent, min dreng, tell me you don't want this, or maybe I should check it myself?!” Mads asked in a low and authoritative voice, shifting one hand from his hips to his friend's groin and squeezed a hard—standing penis that was hidden behind wide sports pants.
Hugh jerked, shuddered all over, and sobbed piteously from severe dizziness. His eyes darkened, his heart worked at dangerous speeds, and his body trembled treacherously under the sweet tortures of the torturer…
“Tell me that it all seems to me that this is just a reaction of your body because of abstinence, and not because I'm around, just say it, Hugh, and I'll leave you and go and fuck Jessie. Is that what you want?! Come on, tell me you're not jealous.” due to the excitement, the Dane's voice became very low, and the accent doubled.
Hugh could only pitifully and raggedly breathe under him. It seemed to him that Mads's words made him want to burst into tears, and, unable to stand it, he pushed into his hand, and then again. The emotions were so strong that he was ready to swear that a couple more such thrusts and he would come.
"Mmm, even so, what a good boy!” Mads whispered smugly, but tenderly, feeling the tremors in his palm.
“I told you in the morning, I'll tell you again, stop complicating, enjoy. And stop thinking for me what I meant by taking out my brain. We'll figure it out together, I promise. The only thing you have to understand is that you are not alone. I'm here, so just stop.”
“How can I stop, if you yourself don't give any specifics, of course I will think, I'm not a fucking empath to understand what's on your mind ...” Hugh whispered plaintively, interrupting for short breaths.
“Do you want specifics? If we were alone, I'd take you right on this sink to fuck all the crap out of your head. I would fuck you until there was only my name left in your head, which you would repeat over and over and over again, begging to let you cum. But I wouldn't allow it until I fully enjoyed your whining. Is that specific enough?!”
Hugh, unable to restrain himself, only moaned and arched his back, pressing his buttocks closer to the desired excitement.
“Hush, my dear, hush, they can hear us.” Mads pressed his hand to his lips, making another rough and sharp push, literally pressing Hugh into the sink, and then took his hand away from his lips, seeing that he was trying to say something.
“Please stop.. I'm on the verge, I just can't stand it right now, I... it will be visible on gray pants if I... I really can't take it anymore… I can't..." whispered Hugh, trembling with excitement.
“On the edge, you say? And I haven't even started yet! We'll talk about it tonight, and now wash up, catch your breath and let's go shoot 2 more takes, since we're here, let's go. It's getting dark, and Hannibal brings Will to this house while it's still light. So hurry up, I'm waiting for you.” Mads said, getting out of the tub and closing the door behind him.

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Hugh stood over the sink for another 5 minutes, unable to piece himself together. He was shaking, feverish, he gulped air greedily, overcoming the desire to fall to the floor… Just roll down the wall exhausted. He couldn't figure out what to do next… How to behave, what to say. It was as if he no longer knew where he was, who he was, or what he was feeling at all. He only knew one thing, damn Mads caused him those emotions that he had never felt before and to no one else.

He wanted to… God, how he wanted to… Hugh was simply torn by the thought of what emotions this arrogant, self-confident and painfully native person could give him… What would he feel if something like this happened when they were alone? How far can they go? And would he survive at all if he almost came in his pants for a few minutes while they were locked in the bathroom? And this is considering the fact that what was happening, it wasn't even a prelude, but only a light teasing… A teasing that nearly choked Hugh and made him lose his mind.

How everything hurt… He felt broken and exhausted, with a sense of unfinished action. It was also unclear to him when they would be able to return to this conversation.… Snatches of phrases with an incredible accent, the power of beautiful hands, imperious touches and these pushes were all scrolling in my head… God, how I wanted to throw myself at his feet then, begging him not to leave and cry, asking him to touch me again until the long-awaited discharge would cover my head…

Having gained strength, he still left the bathroom, looking with his eyes for the one who turned his whole life to hell. When he saw Mads, he approached him and asked:

“So, are we still filming?!” Hugh tried to make his voice as relaxed as possible, but Mads still heard trembling notes.

“No, Fuller is happy with the footage already taken, so he said that we will leave home in 10 minutes. And we'll shoot the final scene next week. By the way, 3 operators are staying here to install spotlights and set up sound recording, so the way back will be easier.”

“I'm not sure that it can get easier for me at all now.” Hugh's voice sounded like a plaintive whisper.

“I promised you, I'll take care of everything and we'll figure it out, don't think about it. Well, as for relief — everything is easier with this, I don't think it will take more than two minutes.” cheerfully and smugly winked, Mads.

Hugh only snorted in response.

“Guys, get in the van, it's time to go home!” Fuller's commanding tone was heard and the film crew began to load into the interior of the car, carefully bringing in the equipment.

Hugh and Mads sat next to each other, this time in two empty seats at the back of the cabin, and now Dancy took a seat near the window. All he wanted to do was lean against the glass, hide behind the seat of his chair from all eyes and close his eyes, inhaling the scent of the person who was next to him... He didn't even care about this "stupid chicken", which clearly clicked when Mads wouldn't let her sit in the seat he had reserved for Hugh, which was empty until the Briton was helping one of the operators to disassemble the equipment to fit in the car.

Finally, leaning his head against the glass and closing his eyes, Hugh shivered in the hope of sitting comfortably and relaxing, but this did not work out because of the aching feeling of dissatisfaction in his groin, which simply infuriated, irritated and drove him crazy.

Seeing Dancy wince, Mads broke the silence as the car pulled away and all the sounds in the back seat were drowned out by the noise of the engine:

“How are you feeling?!”

“I've been better.” Hugh stated.

“How then in the bath, for example?” a half—teasing smile was invisibly read in the tone.

"That's what makes me feel bad right now! And foreshadowing your monologue about not loading up, I immediately ask you to note that I'm not talking about the moral component. I temporarily calmed my thoughts after all.”

“Does it physically hurt?”

“Uncomfortable…”

“Have you been restraining yourself for a long time, experiencing a strong desire?”

“Not to say that it's been a long time, it's only the second day, but there have already been too many moments. It started with Fuller's office, and then parking, then you took my hand, then fan fiction, then our morning at my house, then a trip here, well, the bathroom finished off completely… It seems to me that something in me has broken and I don't understand how I can stand all this at all.”

“You're lucky, it's only 2 days. And you've been in my head for much longer…”

“You don't understand… You've been in my head for a very long time, too, but I've never done this… Well, not… I didn't think... about this topic in this context, in short ...” Hugh blurted out on a ragged exhalation.

“Probably, you wanted to say: "I've never wanted anyone like this" and again that predatory smile…

“You know everything yourself, don't make me say it out loud, please… Anyway, it's hard for me right now.”

“Maybe you'd better ask for something else?” There was a hint in Mads' voice.

And of course Hugh really wanted to ask him, really wanted to ask him to give him a long-awaited relaxation, as well as to ask him to give him confidence that this is not just something fleeting and wrong…

“I just want some clarity to make it easier for me.”

“It seems to me that everything is very clear. I will give it to you in full, as soon as you are ready and learn to at least openly admit your desires.”

“Does it make sense to deny something already?! I think I've admitted everything.” Hugh breathed out resignedly.

“Well, then I want to hear them. Read out the entire list, please.” Mads said with a slight irony.

“God… You don't have to say it… You said yourself that you know and feel…”

“I want to hear what, and most importantly who and how much do you want?!”

“So much so that I am ready to ask you very much for me... well… That is... to continue what we started… Well there… In the bathroom…”

“Ask me about what?! Come on, say it.”

“Damn you... God… Simply… I want you... to take me... I want you... to myself…”

Mads smiled slyly and put his hand on Hugh's knee. Their seats were still so closed that no one could see it. He began to slowly move his hand up from the knee, smoothly moving to the inner side of the thigh, lifting his palm higher and higher.

Dancy began to tremble, his breathing quickened, and his heart completely got out of control…

“Mass, please don't torture me, I can't stand it, please… What are you doing, we're not alone…”

“Shhh… Nobody sees us, relax.”

But Hugh couldn't relax. He was ready to sink into the ground from the sharpness of sensations, he wanted to scream from this sweet torture. From the feeling of Mads' imperious hands on his thighs, on his languishing penis.

“I can't stand it anymore… God… So good…”

Hugh bit his lips in blood, just not to scream… He understood that the world around him simply erased, ceased to exist. Everything seemed somehow unreal, impossible, a hallucination… But the imperious hands of Mads brought him back to reality from time to time to deprive him of his mind again and again… At one of these moments, a purring voice was heard over my ear:

“And now, if you want all this to continue, promise that you will be an obedient boy.”

“I will… I promise... God, stop harassing me…”

“Then listen carefully, just trust me, but don't you dare make a sound, no matter what happens, do you understand me?! Your moans should be heard only by me and they will belong only to me, so not a sound. I'll have time to listen to you whine later.”

It seemed that from these words alone Hugh was ready to give himself into the abyss of crushing pleasure, but restraining himself, he only exhaled loudly, burying himself in Mads' shoulder and trembled even more.

Fortunately for them, music was turned on in the car, albeit not loudly, only in the background, but it perfectly helped to hide all unnecessary noises.

“Mmm, how sweetly you burn… This view just makes me lose my head… I am ready to ignite you again and again, fanning this fire, just to see your agony.”

 Mads even more tightly covered his  groin with his hand through the thick fabric of his pants and began to move it rhythmically. And when he saw the increased trembling, he picked up the elastic band of his pants with his little finger along with the underwear and, slightly pushing his fingers under it, noticeably drew a line along the lower abdomen, as if with a red-hot scalpel, leaving the skin painfully burning…

“Your desire just makes me drunk... if you're so hot right now, shaking in my arms, then what will happen to you when we're alone and I'm going to fuck you?!”

Hugh sobbed pitifully in his ear, biting his already bitten lower lip, and pushed into the palm squeezing his penis, and then again, and again, more raggedly, as if lost in space.

Suddenly, the same gentle, already more shrunken voice burned my neck:

“What impatient... does submission turn you on so much? Turns on a sense of belonging? Are you trembling with the desire to be under me?”

Sobs again…

“Answer now!”

“Yes ...” Hugh could only say, finally losing the last threads with reality, when he suddenly suffocated…

Mads' hand imperiously and possessively slipped under the elastic band of his pants and underwear, clasping the exhausted, oozing cock, and began to increase the pace, moving up and down, without stopping and without losing the rhythm.

Hugh shook feverishly, activating all the reserve reserves of self-control, just not to scream, buried his nose in Mads' neck and ragged, almost soundlessly sobbed in time with his hand.

"Now be a good boy and come for me, right now. Come on!” Mads' voice sounded hoarse and erratically.

This was enough for the orgasm to cover Hugh immediately, just pierced him through with a powerful electric discharge, tearing him into fragments, splitting him into small atoms ... A drop of blood flows down his chin from the torn lower lip and he almost soundlessly moans the name of Mads in his ear, simultaneously pouring into his hand with a hot seed… He shakes, he goes limp in such dear and powerful hands…

“Min søde dreng, du er smuk *” Mads whispers in a language understandable only to him and kisses Hugh on the temple.

“Thank you ...” a sweet, grateful half-whisper is heard in response.

After that, Mads rummages through the inside pockets of his jacket, taking out a pack of paper handkerchiefs and gently wipes a seed so that it does not leave stains on clothes.

After putting the used paper in his pocket, he noticed how Hugh peacefully and so weightlessly laid his head on his shoulder and dozed off.

Not daring to move, so that not to wake up their sleeping sweet miracle, they drove the rest of the way, feeling each other's warmth.…

Notes:

Min søde dreng, du er smuk / My dear boy, you are beautiful.

Chapter Text

Returning to the shooting pavilion, the guys unloaded from the car and, after saying goodbye to everyone until Monday, headed towards the parking lot.
Hugh walked in silence, not even risking to look up at Mads from the frenzied spectrum of feelings that overwhelmed him. It was a feeling of unreality, euphoria, overwhelming and tearing happiness to pieces, but at the same time there was a feeling of shame, fear, embarrassment, doubt…
Oh, how ashamed he was… At the thought of what had happened, his pale skin literally turned scarlet, from the tips of his ears to his collarbones. But with all this, surprisingly, Hugh did not look upset or depressed, he radiated warmth and literally glowed like a festive light bulb, shimmering with all the shades of happiness that his soul had known.
“Are you so much afraid of meeting with asphalt, so you constantly look at your feet?!” Mads broke the silence with a chuckle.
“Oh, how witty!” Hugh sneered, opening the door to Mads' car, and added:
“I'm just a little dizzy, and kissing with asphalt wasn't part of my plans.”
Sitting behind the driver's seat and closing the door, Mads looked into his eyes and gently whispered:
“And with me?!”
Hugh's heart fluttered, trying to break a couple of ribs, at least, but lowering his eyes, he still found the strength to answer:
"I... I don't know… More precisely... fuck, Mass... why are you doing this?”
“I love your embarrassment, I love to see how you burn from me, because of me, how jealous you are, how you lower your eyes, how you tremble with desire when I start talking to you imperiously, I love these all your reactions and I know that you want to kiss me, I saw it then in the parking lot, and I noticed it a couple of times on the set.”
“God, I can't talk about it like this directly...” Hugh blushed completely, not daring to look up.
“What's wrong?! Was the subject of the kiss more intimate than rubbing against my boner in the bathroom?”
"Stop it before I do it again…”
And before he could finish the sentence, Hugh felt Mads' hand pull him imperiously to himself and his lips gently touched his own, responding with warmth in every cell of his body. It wasn't just a kiss, it was an atomic explosion, sweeping through the wave, clearing and blocking everything that had been before, turning to dust. A whirlwind of feelings swept through all the neural connections of Dancy's brain like a hurricane, responding with a pulsation in the lower abdomen.
It was greedy, wet, insatiable, annihilatingly pleasant, passionate, carnivorous, impossibly good…
The warm, tender lips of the Dane seemed to simply take their own, took away, subdued, appropriated... Hugh responded to the kiss submissively and tenderly, accepting the caresses of someone else's tongue, opening his mouth to meet, allowing to study every millimeter of himself. From the surging emotions, he periodically moaned right into Mads' lips, from which he began to kiss with even more passion and greed.
They kissed for a few minutes, sitting in the car in the parking lot and risking being noticed, but it seems they didn't care. No one wanted to let each other out of wet captivity.
But still Hugh had to break the kiss because he felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket.
Mads grunted with displeasure and started the car while Hugh answered the call:
“Hi, Claire.”
…
“I'm fine, I'm on my way from filming.”
…
“Yes, Fuller pulled us out for the whole weekend almost.”
…
“So what, it's not particularly difficult for me, and then you yourself don't spend the night at home for 3 days. Would it be better if I sat alone in four walls?”
…
“No, I'm not home yet, it's Saturday night. I wanted to stop by Mads, sit down, drink whiskey, which we were treated to after the interview last weekend.”
…
“Can you stop freaking out on nothing?! You call me for the first time in several days and all I hear is annoyance, I'm tired of listening to it all.”
…
“Listen, well, if I'm so shitty, then find yourself a better one.”
Hugh abruptly ended the conversation by dropping the call and disconnecting the phone.
“Sorry about that. This is how all our conversations have been looking lately and I didn't want you to witness ...” Hugh turned in a low voice.
“And Hanne and I broke up without all this, she's just an adult and a wise woman. She understood everything.”
“What exactly did she understand?”
“That my heart was no longer with her.”
“And with whom?”
“You deal with yours first, and then you'll think what to do with mine!” Mads smiled sweetly.
“And why are you taking me to your place, by the way? And then I just see that we are somehow not moving in the direction of my district, so I assumed that you want to drink the whiskey that was brought to us.”
“I want a drink, but not whiskey… And you... just… Without a trace… Dry it to the last drop.”
“Mass… I'm not sure I can..." but before he could finish, Hugh was interrupted:
“Shut your sweet mouth, please, before I fuck all this nonsense out of your head right now, in the back seat of my car… We're almost there, so wait for the bed.” rolling his eyes, Mads said.
Hugh only let out a plaintive sigh, because, from the excitement that had come with a new force, he was unable to answer something intelligible and articulate.
They drove in silence for another five minutes, Hugh was breathing raggedly, relishing the upcoming unknown and periodically wrinkling his nose in fear, and this did not go unnoticed.
Getting out of the car and opening the door for Dancy, Mads said with ironic satisfaction in his voice:
“Relax, my dear, I'm not taking you to the firing squad. Don't be afraid. I will only do to you what you yourself will beg me to do.”
Going up in the elevator, Hugh was shaking like an aspen leaf, everything that was happening seemed so hazy, unreal, his eyes refused to focus on anything, and his head stopped thinking at all.
Exiting the elevator on the right floor, they walked along a beautiful, spacious corridor decorated with carpet, fresh flowers and paintings to the door to Mads' apartment.
The Dane opened the front door for Hugh, letting him in, and immediately after the lock clicked shut, Hugh was pressed against the wall. It was dark in the long narrow corridor, Mads did not turn on the light at the entrance, succumbing to emotions.
Slamming Hugh into the wall, he continued to kiss him greedily, again, and again, and again. Hugh only arched towards him, succumbing to the greedy onslaught.
"Are you going to eat me?" Hugh chuckled.
“I've been hungry for you for too long, feeding on just one look, so you won't crawl out from under me until I tear the last plaintive sob from your lips, and after that, in general, it's unlikely that you will have the strength and desire to crawl somewhere…”
And again Hugh was drowned in a kiss. Waves of pleasure wrapped themselves like a warm blanket, warming the soul with gentle warmth. He could feel Mads' wandering hands everywhere… On the back, hips, buttocks, neck, ribs, stomach… Strong, domineering and hot hands slid under his shirt, exploring previously inaccessible territory.
Hugh knew exactly what was happening between them now, it was something more than a kiss. Not to say that he had a lot of kisses in his life, but never such dizzying ones. Mads kisses selfishly, demanding, as if appropriating, and this cannot but excite. Hugh is shaking all over… This turns on and unties his own hands, which shamelessly began to study the waist and back of the Dane.
Unable to stand the tension, Mads growled something in Danish, picked up Dancy in his arms and carried her to the bed.
His room was very beautiful in the moonlight. The huge bed to which Hugh was pressed was very soft and lush, with black satin linen.
The hot body, piled on top, pressed Hugh against the cold sheets with a pleasant pressure, which created an unforgettable contrast of sensations. And, wanting to feel him completely, with every inch of his body, Hugh dared to whisper:
“Please undress me, I want to feel…”
Mads just smiled rapaciously:
“Mmm, my impatient boy!”
The request was immediately fulfilled. Tearing himself away from greedy kisses on the neck, from sucking on the earlobe, Mads with one movement freed Hugh from the T-shirt and again clung to his lips.
“We have nowhere to hurry, this whole night is just ours ...” Mads gently whispers, somewhere in the neck, from which Hugh tears a half-moan from his lips.
The Dane begins to slowly kiss the parted and so eager lips, stroking the back, bending under his hands. Mikkelsen does it teasingly slowly, as if absorbing every second of this madness. He dives his tongue into Hugh's mouth again. Buries his nose in his dark disheveled curls and inhales with pleasure the familiar and such a native smell, now slightly tart from sweat. His hands slide down to his hips, teasingly penetrating his fingers under the elastic band of his sweatpants and Hugh instinctively stretches and bends towards each such touch.
Mads breaks the kiss in order to take off his T-shirt, and smiles at how Hugh excitedly swallows when he sees a naked torso above him.
The Dane ran his hand through his dark curls and heard Hugh moan softly, as if trying to hide the sound from him. This was the last straw. Looking at Hugh, how he squints with pleasure, how deeply he breathes, how he licks his dry lips, Mads finally allowed himself a little rigidity.
“If you behave badly, I will have to fuck you very hard, so stop holding back your moans, they all belong to me and I want to enjoy them, every one of them!”
This was followed by a painful bite to the collarbone, giving pleasure on the verge of insanity, and Hugh obeyed, lifting his hips to meet Mads, and groaned loudly, touching the bulging excitement of his lover.
Mads imperiously pulled back his hand, which was clutching a lock of curly hair, and touched the pulsating vein on the Briton's neck with his tongue. He groaned loudly and grabbed the Dane by the leather belt, pulling him as close as possible.
“God, Mass... I wanted you so much..." Hugh whispered faintly, on a ragged exhalation.
“And I will satisfy every one of your desires.
And again the kiss, passionate, thirsty, absorbing…
All the sensations were new to Hugh, painfully sharper, maddening, making him tremble and arch ... Everything was not like with women… Not like with his wife… Hugh felt Mads' strength, his power, his desire to possess and barely restrained excitement that was about to get out of control…
Interrupting the painfully sweet kiss and tearing himself away from Dancy's pretty swollen lips, Mads buried his nose in the hollow between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent with pleasure. Oh, this intoxicating smell… How he lost his head every time he felt it, and how long he was silent about it… waited… Endured…
This timid Briton really drove him crazy with his whole appearance. From his malleability and thirst for submission, Mads lost his composure, it was harder to control himself every day, every minute… And the only thing he was afraid of was that he might lose his self-control. Just snap and fuck him half to death… But he couldn't afford it, not for their first time…
Mads' lips wandered over the hot body, Hugh squirmed and moaned, yielding to every touch, but still timidly and hesitantly. His hands seemed to study every centimeter, every part of his body, until they stopped at the elastic band of his pants, pulling them down along with the underwear and throwing them in a shapeless heap on the floor.
Huge excitement immediately mixed with a sense of embarrassment, and Mads saw it immediately, feeling how he froze, afraid to take a breath.
“Hugh,” Mads called. “Look at me!”
He obediently opened his eyes, timidly meeting the gaze of amber eyes.
“You are beautiful, amazing, incomparable. I've been dreaming about this for too long. You are mine, you belong to me, your body belongs to me and I would like to admire it forever, if only I could. You're perfect, do you hear?!”
“Oh God, Mass...” Hugh gasped, trying to shake off his embarrassment…
Mads began to explore with his lips the "new possessions" on the body that opened up in front of him. He descended with kisses from the delicate skin behind the ear, down the neck, to the collarbones. Lightly biting the tender skin with his teeth and hearing Hugh groan under him, he began to descend lower, tracing the tender skin of hardened nipples with his tongue, catching every sob of pleasure and enjoyment of his beloved. The Dane gently continued to work his way lower, reaching the beautiful torso to the navel and began to descend with kisses along the line of hairs forming a path to the oozing penis trembling with impatience and lust. When Mads descended close enough to burn the pink head with his breath, he felt the body shaking feverishly under him.
“What do you want now? Come on, I want to hear it!” Mads purred in a sweet baritone.
Hugh couldn't answer… He was snuffling, sobbing, choking…
Mads again, purposefully, blew on the oozing head and began to kiss the inside of the hips, spreading Hugh's legs apart, ignoring the most interesting part.
“God, Mass, please...” blurted out Dancy.
“Come on, say it!”
“Kiss me there, p-please…”
— Where is there? I’m kissing you already!” Mads replied, tracing the line between his leg and groin with the tip of his tongue, smiling like a contented cat.
“Damn, damn! Suck me off, please, take it in your mouth, kiss me, I want it so much, I beg, otherwise I'm going to die now…”
Mads smiled smugly, clasping the head with his lips, and then abruptly absorbed his penis to its full length, relaxing his throat.
“G-God… God… How good…”
Hugh arched and moaned in his voice, timidly pushing his hips into the hot captivity.
“Good boy, I love it when you whine.” the whisper burned the tender, moist skin.
Mads repeatedly impaled his throat on Hugh's hot arousal and felt a hand in his hair.
"Shall I flog you for that? Just because I give you pleasure doesn't mean you can fuck me in the mouth.”
“S-sorry... just don't stop, please... I won't hold and push anymore, I'm sorry…”
Mads broke away from his caresses and rising up whispered into the very lips of Hugh:
“I will allow you everything, because you are my main weakness.”
Lighting up with a radiant smile, Hugh returned his hand to Mads' hair and continued to move his hips, timidly and uncertainly, impaling his head on his penis and admiring the emotions overflowing him.
A few moments before the desired discharge, Mads released Hugh's excited flesh from his mouth and heard a plaintive whine under him.
“What an insatiable boy, take your time until it's time… This time you will not come from my hand and not from my lips... turn around!” Mads commanded imperiously.
“Mass, I've never... never...” Hugh said, plaintively nervous.
“Shhh… Quiet, quiet, my dear, don't be afraid. I know that. And your innocence will belong only to me. Trust me, I'll be gentle with you, I promise. You will need to be patient and relax a little. Will you do that for me?”
“Anything…”
Hugh carefully and hesitantly turned over, standing in a knee-elbow position.
With one imperious movement of his hand, Mads spread his thighs wider and began to prepare his beloved. First, after slapping his buttock a couple of times, he tracked a satisfied half-moan, after which he slapped again, painfully, leaving his imprint on the delicate skin, and hissed:
“This is for disobeying and not turning around right away.”
Hugh was trembling all over, he was dizzy with such power over him, such power… He never thought that he would want to feel subordinate to someone. It was intoxicating, it was frightening, it was exciting, forcing the consciousness to be torn into a kaleidoscope of emotions in their various forms and hypostases. And then the Briton felt something from which the whole body turned out in an arc, and the brain refused to perceive reality.
Mads spread Hugh's buttocks and began to lick him, so hungry and greedily that Dancy simply could not believe that this was not a dream and was actually happening ... No one had ever done this for him, had never shown such a frank, intimate caress… Perhaps this caress can be compared with a declaration of love… From these thoughts, the earth went out of orbit again and again, each time the Dane penetrated his warm interior with his tongue.
Mads' tongue was insistent, moist, quirky, tense. He licked his ring of muscles like it was the best dessert in the world. With his fingers, he painfully squeezed the elastic buttocks, spreading them apart, opening up better access for himself.
Hugh gets a big shudder, he clings to the sheets with his fingers, crumpling them, and feels that literally a little more, and he will cum just from one sensation of Mads' tongue inside himself… But every minute it becomes so little, as if he craves something more, even though he is afraid to think about it… This is almost a sophisticated sensual torture: the desire darkens before his eyes, he shakes, he tries to say something, but he can cope with the voice only on the second attempt, and then not very much:
“More, please, more!” Hugh groaned.
The caress was too gentle, too intimate. He could only sob and moan while the Dane gave him such pleasure. A deft tongue grazed the prostate, and Hugh groaned loudly:
“God… It's unreal…”
Mads laughed soundlessly. Hugh could feel it in the vibrations of his body. The hot tongue went over the prostate again, pressed harder, more painfully, forcing Hugh to moan out loud. Mikkelsen took out his tongue and bit Hugh's buttock, hard, perhaps even very much, to a bruise ... Dancy whined long, after which Mads immediately licked the bite, sealing it with a kiss. A gentle tongue gently stroked the tight entrance, trying to smooth out all the small folds. When Hugh tried to get on him, Mads grunted and slapped him on the ass…
“Bad boy, you will definitely run into punishment!” the Dane cut him off, continuing to tease.
Dancy leaned his pelvis towards the caress, bending in the back, and the penetration turned out to be even deeper… The tongue completely entered him and pressed hard on the prostate. Hugh moaned piteously, wanting to continue, but the tongue left his cramped lair, leaving behind a destructive, unbearable emptiness. He was sobbing pitifully and long, even with some resentment, when Mads was distracted and began to kiss his hips.
Noticing this, the Dane realized that Hugh was ready to accept more than his language. He slowly got up from the brunette and leaned over to the bedside cabinet, from the top shelf of which he took out a small tube and clicked the lid. Hugh shuddered with fear all over his body, but this feeling immediately drowned out the unreal desire when Mads cupped his penis with his palm and held it up and down several times.
After pouring the lubricant on his fingers, the Dane returned to Hugh, who continued to kneel so obediently. First, he ran his fingers between the buttocks, lightly pressing on the wet entrance and collecting satisfied moans, absorbing them into himself, and then slipped inside with one finger, to the full depth. Hugh let out a pitiful sigh, but it was a sound of pleasure. Having found the cherished bump, Mads began to press on it from different angles, and each of these presses responded with a wave of electric discharge through the body of the brunette.
At the moment of another pleasure, Mads slipped inside with his second finger, forcing Dancy to arch. He flexed his fingers in time with the slow caresses of the hand that stroked Hugh's aching penis. He bred them, crossed them, bent and straightened them, entering the full, tight ring. Noticing how Hugh began to push towards him, Mads smiled smugly and inserted the 3rd finger, purring gutturally in his partner's ear:
“I see someone is not afraid anymore? Do you like to feel me inside you?”
In response, there was only a loud moan of pleasure and a push on his fingers, impaling them to the base.
“The only thing I regret is that I can't see your blue puppy dog eyes, but if I turn you over it will hurt a lot more, so I'll leave this pleasure until next time. Mads whispered and walked out of the prepared entrance.”
Despite his fear, Hugh howled from the emptiness that fell on him and, without recognizing himself, began to demand:
“Mass, please, more… I can't live without you inside, come back…”
“How I enjoy your complaisance. Be a good boy, tell me what you want!”
“You, please, come back.”
“I'm already yours! What do you want me to do?”
Hugh was shaking godlessly, more than anything in the world he dreamed that Mads would fill his emptiness again and bring him to the peak, so he poured out in plaintive requests:
“God, please… Fuck me… I'm begging, come inside me, please, I'm begging, Mass, I can't stand it anymore…”
“You don't know what you're asking for yet, you'll beg me for it every time, wherever we are.” Mads growled, pulling off the rest of his clothes and reaching for a tube of cooling viscous liquid.
“Always, I promise, always, just enter me, plea ...” before he could finish, Hugh broke off in mid-sentence and screamed.
Mads entered it at once to the full length and froze, giving an opportunity to get used to himself. Tears traitorously rolled from Dancy's eyes from a sharp flash of pain. It seemed to him that he was pierced by a red-hot iron blade and he could not even breathe, but he began to relax when he heard a gentle whisper:
“Hush, my boy, hush… Just breathe, relax, my love, please. I'll only move when you're ready, don't be afraid, just relax.”
The flash of pain slowly passed, the feeling of fear was replaced by the desire to continue, when Hugh felt such affectionate, soaked with tenderness and love, touches, soothing strokes, whispering in the neck in Danish ... He felt every affectionate touch, all the tenderness with which he was treated, passed through every affectionate word until he first tried to move, bumping into the cause of his pain and pleasure.
Feeling the uncertain tremors, Mads began to move slowly towards him, praying to all the gods not to lose his composure, feeling how the body under him relaxes and obediently accepts him into himself.
Hugh began to lose his head after hearing how the guttural, deep moans of Mads were added to his moans, and from the words that he periodically heard near his ear, reality left his consciousness altogether.
“You're so narrow, how do I get high from you, you're only mine, do you hear? Do you understand that I won't share you with anyone anymore?”
"I've been yours for a long time… All my thoughts are only about you.” Hugh whispered as he pushed towards the meeting.
Mads began to move more often, sharper, stronger, almost ceasing to restrain himself, feeling that the Briton relaxed completely under him. Having picked the right angle and touched the prostate, he began to drive him into bed, pressing on the lower back and forcing him to bend his back in front of him. Hugh only moaned loudly, shamelessly, lost in the sweet pleasure of new sensations. He felt that he was already at the limit, that he was close to the final and wrapped his hand around his penis. The reaction followed immediately, he was abruptly pushed into and slapped on the ass with all his might, hissing:
“I will break your arm, take it away immediately, you will come only from me. From the way I fuck you. Now your every orgasm belongs to me!”
“I'm sorry, just keep going, I beg you, don't stop, I'll do anything you say, just don't stop…”
“Of course you will, you dreamed of being my boy, dreamed of belonging to me, dreamed of me fucking you!”
Hugh's only response was a long moan. Mads no longer held back, he fucked him hard and domineering, with each thrust as if subjugating, appropriating to himself, as promised, literally shaking all thoughts out of his head, leaving only his name in it, which Hugh continued to whine again, again, and again, and again, until with another thrust into his prostate, did not pour out on his stomach. During orgasm, his body arched, he screamed loudly and went limp, weakly bending his arms under him and lowering his chest onto the bed.
From this, the penetration turned out to be deeper and after a few ragged, chaotic, hard thrusts, Mads came after, and Hugh felt hot moisture spread inside him. Pushing a couple more times, rather reflexively, Mads left the hot tightness and collapsed next to him, hugging the exhausted Hugh.
“Jeg elsker dig, min søde dreng *” the Dane whispered in a rumbling voice, kissing his beloved on the neck.
Hugh knew what a declaration of love sounded like in Danish, but, not believing his ears, he said:
“Repeat it again, just so that I understand exactly, I beg…”
“I love you, my dear boy, I love you very much. I realized this a long time ago, but I didn't dare to say it out loud…”
“Were you afraid that I wouldn't understand?!”
“I'm still afraid of it.”
“And I'm afraid of losing you again, because I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it… I love you too, Mass... and I don't know what to do about it yet. But I want my every night to end next to you, and my every new day to start with your tenderness… I'm so afraid... I don't know what to do next…”
“Shhh, darling, quiet, we'll get back to this conversation in the morning, and now go to sleep, and I won't let you out of my arms, not for a minute…”
A few moments later, both men plunged into the magical realm of Morpheus, and the room was filled with cozy silence.…

Notes:
Jeg elsker dig, min søde dreng / I love you, my sweet boy.

Chapter Text

When Hugh woke up in the morning, he couldn't believe he had done what he had done. A huge sense of frustration just tore him to pieces. But that's just not from what happened with him and Mads, but from the fact that he did not dare to do it earlier… This morning he felt as happy as he had never felt in his entire life! It was magical, beautiful, indescribable!
Feelings of love, tenderness, security, literally filled every cell of his entire body. He wanted to smile, to glow, to scream from the emotions overflowing him… He felt so good… He turned around and looked lovingly at his loved one, in whose bed he found himself and which he never wanted to leave again under any circumstances. Mads was so calm, so peaceful, he seemed to radiate happiness even in his sleep. His hand possessively wrapped around Hugh's waist, pressing him to himself, to his body, to his hips and morning excitement…
These strong hugs were guarded, protected, appropriated and did not allow you to feel lonely for a second more, as it was exactly every day until this very morning. A feeling of insane calmness caressed the soul from the inside. Yes, perhaps Hugh did not know what he would do next, how he would tell his wife about everything and whether he would say at all whether Mads needed it all more than for this weekend…
Although he didn't seem to doubt the latter for sure. Mads told him that he loved… And this is a very serious statement. Yes, of course Hugh was an adult boy and understood that words spoken on emotions after sex are not always worth taking at face value and making special plans for them, but in this case he really wanted to believe that Mads was more than serious when he uttered them... Talking about it directly seemed like somethingthen strange and wrong. Hugh was very afraid of offending him or seeming unsure of his feelings. And he alsoregretted … He regretted that he himself had told him about love only in response to his confession, although in fact he had felt it for a very long time. Only now he was blind, blind as a kitten... afraid to face the truth, afraid to admit to himself that his life before resembled one big, boring, protracted performance in the theater, in the hall of which the rows noticeably emptied after the first intermission.
He couldn't stop, he wanted to do it right now, right now to show the sleeping Mads how much he loves him, to do at least something, something for him personally. To take the initiative and take the first step, and not reciprocate, only to his actions in his address.
Gathering courage, Hugh began to kiss the man lying next to him, touching with weightless, light kisses, covering everything with them as far as he could reach. His lips began their journey from the very chin, on which a one-day stubble had already appeared, then Hugh smoothly laid a path down the delicate neck to the shoulders. Mads stirred and, apparently, began to wake up slowly, but this did not stop Hugh and he continued… Covering his broad shoulders with kisses, he began to descend lower, periodically kissing, then biting the tender skin of the naked torso. Stopping at the abdominal muscles, he ran his hand over them, weightlessly touching the very pads of his fingers, and then outlined these places with a wet tongue, leaving a shiny trail. A ragged deep breath was heard from above, followed by a contented rumble.
Hugh knew that Mads was already awake and almost in a clear mind. From the realization of this, his cheeks flushed red, his heart began to pound treacherously from the fact that he could do something wrong… After all, he had never done in his life what he was going to do right now. The tips of his fingers began to noticeably freeze, a slight jitters went through his body, his heart began to pound at a breakneck speed and for a moment Hugh just froze, stuck somewhere in the navel area, realizing how stupid and pathetic he probably looks now. But suddenly he felt Mads run his fingers through his hair and began stroking his head encouragingly. This gave Hugh confidence and gaining courage, he continued to lay a path of wet, sensual kisses on perfectly smooth and delicate skin until he lowered his lips to the excited flesh. Exhaling raggedly, gathering courage, he inadvertently poured hot air over the rosy head, from which a deep, guttural half-moan escaped from Mads' lips.
"God, pull yourself together, Dancy. Why are you frozen like a deer in the headlights?! Just imagine how you would like to feel it yourself and start already ..." Hugh tried to pull himself together, continuing to exhale frequently on the languishing flesh. Gathering his courage, he finally decided and began to give pleasure to his beloved man, covering his penis with his lips, from which he tore another low moan from Mads' lips.
Hugh hesitantly began to suck the head, licking off the protruding cloudy droplets of pre-ejaculate, and then absorb the excited organ almost to half. He slowly began to move his head, pursing his lips and trying to create a vacuum in his mouth, which caused more frequent languid exhalations of his beloved. Feeling the fingers in his hair clenched imperiously, and Mads' breathing sounded more ragged, Hugh tried to take it deeper, but immediately coughed and was immediately embarrassed…
“Hush, dear, take your time, I like everything, don't worry!” a gentle, soothing and much-needed whisper sounded from above…
Calming down a little, catching his breath and overcoming embarrassment, Hugh continued to caress his beloved's cock, running his tongue along the wide trunk strewn with branched wreaths. Taking the head of the excited organ in his mouth again, he felt Mads gently and gently pushed, resting somewhere on his cheek, pulling it from the inside. At the same moment, Hugh felt someone else's fingers on his face, stroking this very place. From this incredibly possessive gesture, Dancy shivered a little and he began to whine softly, taking in the trunk more confidently than before. He lets the penis out of his mouth again and leads his tongue from the very base to the head flushed from caresses, teases the sensitive opening of the urethra with the tip of his tongue, helping himself with his hand, and feels warm encouraging strokes to the sounds of the Dane's very frequent breathing.
Relaxing his throat and taking a deep breath, Hugh again tried to take the penis as deep as he could, and when he realized that he had succeeded, he did it again, and again, but no longer coughing. Having planted himself on the penis a couple more times, he felt his fingers tighten on his hair, and his hand began to gently press, setting the necessary rhythm. Having got used to taking the penis at the right angle and learning how to breathe properly between thrusts, Hugh could keep the right pace without letting the hot flesh out of his mouth, continuing to squeeze his lips harder around the trunk, while caressing it inside with his tongue.
Hugh heard Mads' breathing become quite confused, mixed with half-moans and guttural growls, and his thrusts became more rigid and chaotic, but at the same time, the hand on Hugh's head, as if apologizing for this, continued to stroke his hair, periodically pressing down. Feeling that Mads was at the limit, Hugh accelerated the pace and literally a minute later the fingers on his hair clenched with great force, pulling him in the opposite direction, warning that the Dane was already on the verge, but Hugh, ignoring this warning, continued to suck on without slowing down the rhythm until he felt like the hot seed pours out on the tongue. Mads arched up on the bed, groaning deeply in his throat, squeezing his toes to a characteristic crunch.

Hugh swallowed everything, to the last drop, releasing the half-limp flesh from his mouth and climbing up to his pillow, not daring to meet the eyes of his man. But it was not necessary, because at the same moment, with one movement of his hand, Mads pulled Hugh to him and kissed him gently, feeling his taste on his lips. He hugged Dancy with such warmth and tenderness as he had never hugged before, gently stroking the man on the back, reaching his palm to the very buttocks.
“You didn't have to do it, stupid, I warned you that it was about to…”
“I know, I just wanted to show you how much I love you.” Hugh didn't recognize his own voice when he said those words. He was so gentle that every word was literally permeated with care and adoration.
“You're just great, know that! You are the best thing that has happened to me in my life and if you think that I will give you to someone after that, you are so wrong. You are mine and belong to me! I love you so much, my boy, that I'm ready to kill anyone who looks at you!”
"I hope you remember that I'm still married, Massi?"
“For me, you have been busy with me for a long time, because your heart belongs to me, and not to someone else, and what you have written in the documents is easily fixable, if, of course, you plan to fix it yourself…”
“Of course, I can't do it without you, but I'm so afraid…”
“Well, what are you afraid of?”
“I'm afraid that all our happiness is so fragile that it will collapse like a house of cards, faced with an insignificant flow of headwind…”

"Are you that unsure of me, Hugh? Isn't my declaration of love enough to understand that I'm not playing with you?”
“Leaving my wife is quite a serious step. You understand perfectly well that I will leave the housing to her, I will have only a small house in England, after selling which I am unlikely to buy something worthy here.”
Mads frankly smiled and said:
“When I promise or confess my love, it's very serious. I promised you I wouldn't be lost. Last week I bought this apartment and now it's ours! A duplicate of your keys is hanging in the hallway.”
Hugh was struck by a small tremor, he lowered his eyes and pressed himself very, very close to the body of the man he loved, feeling safe.
Mads' words calmed, fascinated, caressed the very heart.
"Did you really do this for me?" Hugh whispered softly.
“Well, and for whom else? Everything has been done for you lately. And if you seriously think that I will let you spend at least one more night not in my bed — you are very mistaken. So while we have a day off, you go to the old apartment, pack your things and bring them here.”
“Right today?” Hugh asked in amazement.
“Right now, and this is not discussed! You will transfer the divorce documents through your lawyer, remotely. And about custody of Cy, I think you and Claire will agree. We will take him to our place for the weekend, go out of town, closer to nature, just I know one great place.”
“And what are you going to do today?!”
“I'm going to go on my own business, at the same time I'll think about how to give you confidence in the future so that you no longer feel insecure about our future.”
“Then I went to the shower and go home to pack my things, well... that is, not home, but to the old apartment. I can't wait to finish with the past as soon as possible.”
"All right, I'll make us breakfast in the meantime."Mads winked cheerfully, going to the kitchen.
After taking a shower and having breakfast, Hugh went home to pack his things while Mads went about his business. He spent a long time thinking about the upcoming conversation with Claire, who, thank God, was still not at home.
When he got home, he hurriedly, but with a sense of unforgettable spirituality, began to stuff his things into travel bags, feeling like a happy teenager in love, whose lips are still burning from the first kiss. Hugh didn't try to sort the clothes or try to fold them evenly, he just didn't think about it. His whole head, all his thoughts, were filled only with Mads and fantasies about their happy future. He just couldn't believe, couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he had entered into a relationship with a man and had never been so happy! When remembering Mads, it seemed that the whole body began to fail… The heart was trembling, a pleasant knot was tightening in the lower abdomen, all the muscles ached sweetly from yesterday's intimacy, and pleasant goosebumps were spreading through the body.
After collecting all his belongings, Hugh closed the apartment, dragging the collected bags down to the car. Before he could get behind the wheel, Fuller called him, and Dancy immediately answered.
“Hi, curly, are you resting?”
“Yes, not really, I solve everyday issues. Something happened?”
“Yes! The owner of the house on the cliff called, apologized, said he had a force majeure and he had to leave the country urgently, so it was decided to shoot the final scene right today, well, what else to do, not to lose such an amazing place… We'll finish the rest of the material later.”
“Mads is already aware and is already on his way, he asked me to tell you that his phone sat down, and he laid out the charging from the car, so your Hanni will be on the spot, don't worry!” With a playful smile in his voice, Brian hung up the phone.
"Well, the final scene, so the final scene, the main thing is not to start blushing like a tomato in the May sun from the hot final hugs..." thought Hugh, grinning contentedly.

The way was not close, so Hugh turned on pleasant music, trying to relax. He was so interested in what Mads would do, who said that he would give him confidence in the future. There were a whole lot of options in my head, starting from a declaration of love in public, ending with getting to know my parents. Hugh spent the whole trip dreaming, with a warm smile on his face.
He hardly thought about Claire and what he would say to her, but he was very worried that he would not have to sue for custody of the common son, these were the only thoughts that worried him, but the closer Hugh drove, the calmer he became. He knew that next to his Mads he would feel calm and warm again.
Arriving at the scene and seeing the Dane, Hugh barely restrained himself from hanging on his neck right in front of the film crew, and Hugh, leaning forward, barely stopped, greeting the "friend" with the usual handshake, which caused Mads to sneer. Frowning, he motioned with his head for Mads to take a walk.
“And what, it would be nice if you would greet me in front of them the way you should.”
"How was I supposed to?"
“Well, at least with kisses, and then it would be possible to continue to descend lower, just like in the morning.” Mads winked playfully.
“Mmm, right in front of them, you're a pervert!” Hugh playfully pushed the Dane in the shoulder.
“No, only I should observe such a picture, but the thought that we can be seen will only add peppercorns to the sensations! I think it will be necessary to check all the rooms of this house!” Mads continued to snide.
“Hey, stop seducing, it won't be as difficult for you to hug me today as it is for me to hug you, you managed to relax in the morning, but I went to collect things excited, so you're lucky, bitch! 2:1 so far, in my favor!”
“We can easily fix this bill in one of the closed rooms and don't care that everything will be revealed. So, blow the whistle and the game will begin!” Mads gave Hugh a predatory look, which sent a wave of excitement through the Briton's body.
He just lost his head when Mads started joking so vulgarly, especially after what happened in the morning! And again this treacherous paint, betraying his condition with his head.
“Idiot..." Hugh could only exhale, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.
While waiting for the filming, the guys were having fun discussing something with the crew members, trying to explain to them and Fuller what shots were needed, at what points it was especially important to see close-ups and what, in general, they would do. They also agreed that they would shoot the final hugs right here, on the edge of the Atlantic, and they would shoot the moment of the fall in the pavilion on mats, joking that they were not ready to die in one day, not having had time to live happily ever after. Fuller grinned playfully, as if he knew something.
The battle with the Red Dragon was filmed for a long time, even longer than expected. Because Fuller, for effect, decided to mount his wings. Because for the final scene he was not filmed in close-up, and Mads and Hugh were filmed in close-up, and several times. The guys were so tired of acting out, as if they had a real massacre for life. All out of breath, sweating, smeared with fake blood, finally, they come to the cliff, for the final hug…
Attention! Motor:

Hugh/Will is lying on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at his bloody hands, smiling faintly and saying:
"It is really black in the moonlight…
Exhales… Gaining strength before the last jerk, catches the balance… He leans on his wounded arm, holds out his other hand to Mads/Hannibal, trying to get up. He gets to his feet, weakly staggers, trying not to fall, grabs someone else's bloody pullover with his hands. Finds balance, leaning a little closer to a strong body, as he hears his beloved voice:
"See, Will, that's all I wanted for you... for both of us."…
And at this moment, Hugh feels Mads taking his left hand, which is located in the blind spot from the cameras because of the hugs, and puts a ring on his finger, finally appropriating himself…
How much silent power there is in this act! An explosion of emotions, an electric shock, sweeping a destructive wave through his subconscious ... Reality ceases to exist, all worlds, the entire universe shrinks to the size of one person standing opposite. Looking into his very eyes, his "blue lakes" glistening with surging emotions, Hugh could only whisper:
“That's beautiful…”
Stop! Cut!