Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Childish Fears.

TW: sexual Assault to a minor and smut with two consenting adults

Beef, peas, and brown rice is what the summer camp served for lunch. Mason Verger would prowl in the  dining hall. Fortunately the local orphanage was funded enough that the older children would attend, seeing as children under the age of 4 were mostly adopted.

Ashton was a shy "girl" he kept to himself and when he was just 2 years old he survived a car accident that took the lives of both his parents. He was quiet and rambunctious.

Mason took interest in Ashton when he was 9 years old. First it was the "games" Mason putting him on his lap when they rode horses, then it progressed as Ashton got older. Only stopping when Mason found another kid, Ashton was 14 when he was put into the foster care system instead of the orphanage. He was adopted when he was 16 by his a middle aged couple who disowned him for being trans.

Ashton still had nightmares. Waking up and seeing Mason Verger's body over his, even 4 years later he was still haunted. Any time that Mick would fuck him he was scared. This ultimately lead to Ashton not having a sex drive except for rare occasions. He would submit himself to Mick for special events such as graduation or birthdays. Ashton didn't care if his boyfriend was a cannibal, he loved him.

Mickey was healed from his bottom growth and even then Ashton wouldn't partake in sex with him. Mick would jerk himself off in the somewhat privacy of the bathroom in the apartment. Every stroke sent shivers down his spine. His cock, uncut, wishing it was in the warm hole of his boyfriend. Sexual frustration as it took longer for him to cum. His body shaking as pleasure took over him. Aggressively stroking back and forth, a whimper would leave his mouth as hot white liquid spurts out and hits the floor. He would take some toilet paper and wipe it up then dispose of it.

Hannibal and Bedelia were at a party, making appearances. Often leaving the boys by themselves. Ashton would read books at the local cafe. Mick would spend his days finding something he could stick his dick in. He was dying for human contact, human touch. Affection. He never cheated, he loved Ashton too much to do so.

It was Thursday. Mick was jerking off in the bathroom, standing over the toilet and lube sitting in his hand, he was buckling his hip as he stroked himself, imagining penetrating into his boyfriend. The feeling in his groin started creeping up his spine, his dick was sore from touch but he didn't care. As he almost finished, about to release the door to the bathroom opened. Mick couldn't control it, he instinctively went to cover his erection but in the moment of fumbling his cum shot out and hit the wall. A wave of relief washed over his body and embarrassment quickly followed.

"I'm so sorry." Mick sputtered, putting his dick back in his underwear.

Ashton wasn't phased, he knew Mick was struggling sexually . He knew his boyfriend would just pump himself in the bathroom. He knew of Mick waking up with boners pressed up against him then quickly moving away when he realized. Ashton felt bad for not having a sex drive. He felt bad that Mason Verger took something from him that he'd never get back.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." Ashton said sitting on the closed toilet lid. Mick listened, forgetting about the spunk on the wall.

"If you promise to wear protection, I won't mind if you hook up with other people." Ashton said. "I feel bad about not fucking you. It's like a vagina carries memories." He said looking up at Mick.

"Are you sure?" Mick asked, scared that Ashton didn't love him.

"I love you so much!" Ashton said. "I want you to be happy and fulfilled."

"Thank you."

Later on that night Hannibal and Bedelia returned. Hannibal sat on the end of his bed and looked at the city through the window. Mick was relaxing in the bath, slowly rubbing his soft dick that was so tired. He loved getting his erections, he loved the slow tease of touching his cock while it was limp. Under the bubbles nobody could see a thing. To Mick he could feel everything. The door opened and Mick pulled his hand away quickly. Hannibal walked over to the toilet to relieve himself.

"How was the party?" Mick spoke.

"It was interesting." Hannibal spoke zipping up his pants. He walked over to the sink and began washing his hands as he told Mick more about the party. Hannibal stopped and looked in the mirror then behind him on the wall.

"Mick what is this stain?" Hannibal asked walking over to the wall.

Mick was flooded with embarrassment but then broke the silence. "I'm not sure but I'll clean it up."

Hannibal ran his fingers over it then rubbed his fingers together.

"Mick how did semen get five feet off the ground?" He asked more intently.

"I don't think it's that." Mick lied. Hannibal walked over to the bathtub and sat on the edge.

"I know what that is, but you're still healing from surgery, you shouldn't be so aggressive with it."

"It's healed completely." Mick explained, wishing not to discuss this further with Hannibal.

After his bath Mick dressed up nice and went to town. He wore condoms and fucked every prostitute he could, killing them later.

When Mick returned in the middle of the night Ashton woke up. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Mick to pull his pants down, sleeping in his boxers. Ashton motioned for him to come over. Mick did so only to find Ashton touching his dick through his boxers, quickly it sprung up.

"Sorry." Mick said tucking it in his waist band. Ashton pulled Mick's boxers down. Rubbing the now erected cock.

"Fuck." Mick whispered. Ashton used his mouth, the wet warm sensation almost made Mick cum down his throat. He resumed using his hand and then catching the cum in his mouth. Swallowing before the both turned in for the night.

Ashton was no longer scared of Mason Verger.