With Impunity

With Impunity - Part 6: Inferiority

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Author’s note: This is actually something I’ve never written before! This part of the story deals with some tiny little violence within Hannibal & Clarice’s relationship. Enjoy and please be kind ;-)!

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"Well, Doctor, be assured – you won’t get away with it! You can’t just leave the room and believe that you will be able to get away without answering my questions. I expect an answer now! You owe me that much, don’t you think?"

Lecter just kept sitting there. He didn’t bat an eyelid over Clarice’s accusations, he seemed to not care about it - even more, he didn’t seem to have noticed that she had entered the room at all. It made her furious, the old feeling about being rejected for whatever reason slowly came back to her crawling up her spine and into her head. Clarice noticed more accusations and insults forming in her mind and the fury made her forget with whom she was dealing.

"Come on now, I’m being held here against my will suffering from the aftershocks of a real bad amnesia and you can’t bring yourself to tell me why you lied to me. The big Hannibal Lecter MD lied, although he once made it clear so very proudly that he would never lie, even is known for it. SO why did you do it, I wonder?"

Clarice stood there hands in her hips, an arrogant smile on her lips.

She was being careless and didn’t even notice. Clarice didn’t notice the changes within Lecter, she was too busy barking at him.

"Doctor, I have the right to know, don’t you think, now explain what your reasons were or let me the fuck out of here!"

That did it. Clarice did not have more time to react than a snowflake in hell, when he came moving around the big table catlike and
fast as a beast hunting for his prey. His eyes stung into hers and she felt like she was being physically penetrated by them. He stood inches in front of her and the distance decreased more and more. She slowly moved backwards until she reached the cool wall. Then there was no way of escape. She had never seen him like that before – *I’m gonna die, here and now* – that one recurring thought seemed to eno enormous pressure onto her temples. She felt as if her head was going to explode any minute. That must be the way he is when he kills, Clarice also thought. It was the last thing she was able to think when Lecter bared his teeth at her and growled.

He hissed between then clenched small pearl white h. h.

"Be careful. Don’t provoke me when you can’t cope with the effects, my dear! You want to learn why I did what I did, well be prepared, because you are not going to like it! I wanted to prepare you for it, wanted to tell you the sugar-coated way, but you don’t seem to like it, so let’s do it the hard way, shall we, little Starling!"

Lecter put both his hands against the wall, Clarice was caught between his strong body, which she felt pressing up against her lithe features, and the cold, rough material of the wall. He smiled at her, typically Lecter-like evil and merciless. She saw now that she had made some deadly mistakes but she couldn’t turn back time so she had to go with whatever he had in mind. At the moment the most important thing seemed to be to survive, even if she funnily was rather sure that he didn’t want to kill her, he had had the opportunity every second the past days she had spent with him.

No, he definitely had something else in mind, she feared to clearly think about it, because she almost knew what it was. Clarice knew that he wanted her sexually, as he would say, there was the kiss in Krendler’s kitchen and there were those stolen glances he shot her whenever he thought she didn’t look. The problem was that now he was probably as furious as she had been some moments ago and very likely aroused. How was she supposed to defend herself against him in this stadium of emotional turmoil. She couldn’t bet on his gentleman-like behavior because maybe the lies he had told her hadn’t just been the exception of the rule.

Clarice felt tiny and powerless and even inferior in comparison to him. He had all the aces and she suddenly was just one weak female that had to try to defend herself from being used in the most horrible way imaginable. She attempted to save the situation from getting out of control but again made a mistake…

"Doctor please, this is not you, you would never do that to a woman, you despise something like that, you’re being rude and you hate rude people, don’t you?" Clarice asked full of hope.

Lecter reduced the distance between their bodies even more, if possible, and then slowly raised one manicured hand to her face. He stroked down from her jaw-line to her chin and then down the delicate skin of her slender neck. He felt the fast beating of her pulse. Then with a smooth movement he grasped her shoulders and turned her round. He pressed her body tightly against his to let her feel his very evident erection. Then Lecter put one hand on her mouth and one around the front of her neck. At first he just held her like that, and Clarice remained still, but then he increased the pressure on her neck and she really became afraid. Maybe he would kill her now and here. She tried to scream and bite, even succeeded once when she caught his little finger, but he wouldn’t let her free.

Clarice trembled and desperately tried to think of a way to escape but she was to shocked and too confused to find a solution. The Doctor suddenly loosened his grip on her mouth and her neck to wander down her body. He stroked over her breasts to find the little buds ready and waiting to be teased.

"Oh my little darling, how come, I didn’t think you were into such dangerous areas of lovemaking, or is it just the fear you’re feeling now, and you are afraid am I right, Special Agent Starling?" when she wasn’t answering he asked again.

"Am I right Agent Starling?" he hadn’t called her that for quite some time. He really had to be very angry. Clarice couldn’t answer. She was too embarrassed about her reaction to him in such a situation and in addition to that, that he noticed it. Of course he had noticed it, like he noticed almost everything concerning herself.

"I’m waiting Clarice, don’t make me wait too long, I wouldn’t want to show you how impatient I can become, would you?" his voice was a mere whisper which she could barely understand, but she was close enough to hear.

Again she felt anger within her self, and even if she knew that she was endangering herself more she said out loud what she felt.

"Yes, Doctor, of course I am afraid, everybody would be, but I am not as afraid as you might think. Yes, I reacted to you and I have no idea why because I don’t enjoy those kinds of lovemaking. Anyway, you still haven’t answered my question and I am getting impatient as well. Of course you could torture me or whatever you had in mind by threatening me but it still won’t change the fact that you don’t intend to answer me! Now I am asking you again to tell me why you kept me here!"

Lecter first didn’t move. He just held her the way he did before. Clarice still wasn’t able to free herself he was to strong.

"I will answer your questions orally one or the other way, you’ll see!"

Lecter pushed her body slowly as if to tell her she should go somewhere. When she didn’t react right away he lifted her up to put her over his shoulder. With one hand he hold her tightly. She kicked and thrashed trying to wobble out of his grip but it was no use. He put her down right before the mahogany table, then with one sharp movement of his right arm wiped everything of the table, that had been lying there in thoroughly exact order.

Clarice stood there, her mouth was opened in surprise and she could not move. Hannibal then turned to her and looked her straight in the eyes. She saw pure lust in them and suddenly felt that her body felt different about this than her mind. Where her mind told her to be afraid her body was aroused and strangely excited from this rough treatment. She felt herself getting wet although her mind still fought against it.

Lecter searched for her eyes again and what he saw in them was the t Clt Clarice was having right now, he could feel and smell that her body was ready for him but her mind was not. He hadn’t want it this way but she had left him no other way. Now there was no going b He He could not control himself anymore - he had to have her now.

Hannibal lifted her up to sit on the table. His mouth searched for her neck, first he nibbled his way up and down the fine skin, he felt her reaction to his love-bites – she had goose-bumps all over her skin - but then he bit her harder not quite to draw blood but she would surely have a stain for some time. Clarice cried out loudly i pai pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell and actually wasn’t interested. He wanted to leave his mark on her in whatever way. His hands again went to those erected peaks that were screaming for attention. He raised her pullover and pulled it over her head, the bra was nonchalantly tossed away as well. Then his mouth moved over each breast in turn, devouring her hungrily, thoroughly, sucking her nipples taut then drawing them tighter still. Clarice’s breath fragmented as Hannibal’s hands and mouth slid down her body. He opened her pants and slid them down her legs. The panties followed easily. Lecter pressed her legs widely apart, caressing her and opening her up with his thumbs, fitting his mouth over her, matching her sultry heat with his own, savoring her. She had never felt anything like it, never known she could be drenched and burning at the same time. Her knees shook. Her fingers clenched in his hair. She fought for balance, for breath, for understanding, but the only thing that was there for her was the demanding, relentless, ravishing heat of his mouth. She tried to tell him to stop, she couldn’t take it anymore. His fingers slid deep and his mouth shifted, closing around the wildly sensitive knot of flesh, sucking hard until she screamed and shattered into a thousand blind, glittering pieces. Her mind went blank and she could not produce one single reasonable thought.

What had just happened to her, she wondered? Eyes closed she felt the stinging heat of Hannibal’s very male body close to her, he had his arms around her holding her tightly. She could also feel the him rock-hard pressing against her inner thigh. Suddenly it was all too much, she was not ready to sleep with him, maybe her body was but she knew it was a mistake. So she put her hands against his chest to stop him.

"Please, please don’t …… not this way! I can’t! Why are you doing this to me? This is not fair!" Clarice was only whimpering the last words but he understood her clearly.

"Well Clarice this should answer all your questions: because I love you with all my heart! I love you Clarice. Can you not understand that it was the only way to get you to see me differently. You hated me or still hate me the way I am in real life so I hoped to build up a new one which would show you how it could be between us – that’s why I didn’t tell you who I am and what had happened to you! Believe me I tried to hold back the desire but could not control it. The longing for us to be together was stronger than my self-control. I am truly sorry, Clarice!"

With those words he let go of her and bowed down to pick up her clothes. He gave them back to her then sat down on one of the chairs that were standing beside the table. He looked very sad and again propped his head on his hands.

Clarice put on her pullover and her pants again. She didn’t bother with the bra. Then she took another chair opposite to him and looked at him. He looked different to her somehow. She looked him up and down and noticed the bulge in his pants still evident from their … whatever it was they had done earlier. She blushed involuntarily thinking of her previous behavior. Her life was a total catastrophe at the moment and she wasn’t going to give up that fast. She wasn’t going to let him get away just because he was literally swimming in self pity. Clarice put every emotion far back into her mind and concentrated on the facts. Just like the ambitious agent she’s been all her grown-up life.

"All right now Dr. Lecter, you told me that you loved me, but I still don’t understand how you could think that I would stay with you here not knowing who I am, I mean what would you have told me anyway. Did you plan on newly inventin fro from the day I was born, or how did you plan on doing it? I’d like to understand it. I don’t have to tell you how confused I am, don’t I? I am not, really not thinking about anything else than the facts at the moment, because otherwise I am going crazy, but I have to know. You do understand that, do you? ……………………… You know Doctor, I reacted to you in a way I hadn’t intended to, and I have to think about that someday, but before that I have to know about your plans. If there’s a chance, if, then I have to know all the details!"

Those words made Hannibal raise his head hastily. There was possibly some hope for them, still.

"Clarice, don’t start something you aren’t about to finish! What do you mean by chance?"

"I mean the possibility that I might stay a little longer…!"

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end part 6