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Banging on the front door alerted Jesus to the presence outside, and with a start, he stood up from his gay sex bed and jogged to the door. it was 11 at night, who would be here this late? perhaps Judas? no, Jesus hadn’t seen him in a while, he doubted he would just show up in the middle of the night unannounced. So who was it? He pulled open the door and his eyes widened at the sight before him. there he was. Hannibal Lecter, in the flesh. Jesus hadn’t seen him in years, why would his ex show up now?
“hannibal?” his murmur was barely audible over the sound of the storm outside, “What are you doing here? come in, you’ll catch a cold.” Hannibal only nodded in reply before making his way inside and shrugging off his $6900 gucci jacket onto the coatrack. He was soaked, for lack of a better word. covered head to toe in rain, like he’d been standing out there for hours. knowing him, he probably had. Jesus closed the door and a silence filled the room.
“why are you here?” he asked as he made his way down the hall and grabbed a towel from the closet.
“why else would i be here?” hannibal toed off his shoes before grabbing the towel thrown at him and dabbing at his face.
“why else would I be asking?” Jesus crossed his arms, followed by an agitated sigh from the dilf.
“isn’t it obvious?” at the raised brow from the holy figure, hannibal continued, “I want you back, Jesus.” Jesus’ eyes widened. After four years, he wanted him back? Jesus was not having it. this was the last straw. Hannibal will deserve what was coming for him.