Dancing in the Dark

He lifted a paw to hook around Hannibal’s neck and draw him closer, a soft moan escaping him as he felt Hannibal take in his scent. “Then I am yours Mi Corazon” He purred.  Segar liked the treatment that came with being at the top of a hierarchy, he loved power and prestige and loved being pampered and showered with gifts as much as he enjoyed giving gifts. He loved wealth and opulence and for all those reasons he loved Hannibal, but there was a stirring in his heart at the man’s devotion toward him, a flickering flame that told him not to squander the other man’s love. He couldn’t be bred in the hopes of producing pups but he could love Hannibal in ways a woman never could. He could love the male as no one had before or since, loving him for who he was.

He felt his heart soften slightly, as heat coursed through him wherever their bodies touched. He wanted to see Hannibal vulnerable and devoted craving his attention and missing him when he was gone. He wanted to belong to Hannibal as much as he belonged to him and in that brief moment, their bodies intertwined he truly felt that he did.  

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