Rude (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter 32

'I'd love to see the both of you,' you purr down the phone to Hannibal. 

'We will be there right away,' he says.

It seems like forever until they turn up. You pace the soft rug in front of the fireplace. The anticipation of what you are going to do with these men drives away most of the memories of your doubts and your dreams, the cryptic warnings you've received and the intuitions about the provenance of your dinner. 

But only most of them. You glance down at your finger, wrapped in a small bandage, and think about Hannibal tasting your blood.

It's wrong, but it gives you a shiver of lust. And it's just at that moment that the bedroom door opens and Hannibal and Will come in. Will's hair is dishevelled, and Hannibal's, whilst not exactly messy, has flopped down from his usual severe style, falling in a fringe over his eyes. Both of them have reddened lips and cheeks, as if they have been out in the cold. But it's not really that cold outside.

Will's shirt looks like it has been hastily buttoned. Hannibal, of course, is pristine, though his tie is still missing.

'You've started without me,' you say.

Will shrugs, looking sheepish, but Hannibal says, 'Jack needed us on the scene of a brutal murder. There is nothing like the sight of death to provoke the most instinctive and basic of life's urgest. To eat, and to procreate.'

'Figuratively speaking,' Will mumbles. 'Anyway, we got here as soon as we could.'

You hold out your arms to both men, and they approach you. But this time they don't take turns kissing you; instead, together, they both begin to unfasten your clothes and to remove them. When Will removes an item of clothing, he drops it to the floor; when Hannibal removes one, he carefully folds it and places it on the seat of a nearby antique chair. Both approaches are incredibly sexy and soon you are standing in front of them, naked and trembling. The heat of the fire licks your skin, and the heat of their gazes brings you out in goosebumps.

They look at you until you can't bear it any more. 'Please,' you whimper. 

'So polite,' comments Will, his voice sounding tortured. He begins to remove his own clothes, with unsteady hands. Calmly, methodically, Hannibal begins to do the same.

It is the most stunning and thrilling sight you have ever seen: these two men, so different, and yet with the same light burning in their eyes. Their naked bodies are spectacular, a feast of muscular flesh.

Will is naked first and he comes to you, his bare skin brushing yours with the most exquisite of touches. 'Be very careful,' he whispers into your ear, before kissing it. 'Whatever you do, don't lose control.'

Hannibal folds his final sock and comes to you, kissing your other ear. 'Give yourself over to me,' he whispers to you. 'Let me assume control of you. Let me show you what you have been desiring for so long.'

You close your eyes and revel in the feelings of two pairs of hands on your body—two pairs of lips on your skin. Together, Hannibal and Will lead you to the bed and the three of you lie down together, you in the middle like the filling in a glorious man sandwich. They kiss and caress, and you taste and explore. The heat between you builds slowly, maddeningly, exquisitely.

Can you keep control? Do you even want to?

You are being driven out of your mind with pleasure. You gasp, and cry aloud, 'Pour some sugar on me!'

Hannibal raises his head from your breast. Behind you, Will props himself up on his elbow. Both of them gaze into your eyes. Their faces are full of desire, but also of surprise.

'Did you just quote Def Leppard?' Will asks.

Hannibal draws in his breath sharply.

If you confirm that yes, indeed, that in the throes of passion you have just quoted Def Leppard's hit single from their 1987 album 'Hysteria,' go to chapter 35.

If you deny that you have done such a tasteless thing, go to chapter 36.