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Hannibal Lecter did not need to be an expert in Alpha biology and behaviour nor did he need to know Will Graham as intimately as he did to know that the Alpha standing in, blocking, their kitchen doorway was furious with him. No, Hannibal knew this by the simple way Will was looking at him.
Everything about Will screaming Alpha.
The bristling fury that was blazing away in his eyes that were fixed so unflinching on Hannibal. The way his hands balled up into fists, how his shoulders lifted with every laborious breath he took. Will was beyond furious and it was all directed at Hannibal, who did not exactly feel fear but something more akin to apprehension over Will's mood and what would happen next.
It had started because they had argued, again, about what would come from Hannibal's coming Heat.
Will eager for pups, and had been for a few months now, but Hannibal was quite firm in his opinion that he, himself, was not ready for pups. The argument had grown heated and had dragged out for days. Will was relentless, insisting that Hannibal was more than capable of carrying pups and that waiting till his next Heat was entirely unncessary, Hannibal had continued refuting Will until it all came to a head.
One very ill-thought-out moment of fury.
Hannibal landed a firm slap across Will's face when Will had dared to suggest he would go to some other Omega for pups if Hannibal continued to refuse him.
The hurtful bastard, Hannibal had thought darkly as he stormed away from him and, effectively, trapped himself in their kitchen.
And so here they had found themselves. One Alpha that bordered on Rut and one Omega who bordered on Heat. Both parties more than aware of what a dangerous situation it was to be in. The outcome almost certain. Hannibal knew of a second, more preferable, outcome. One where Will would let him pass him by and escape to the rest of their home, where Hannibal would be allowed to nest quietly in their bedroom for a few hours before Will came to join him, the Alpha once more collected and in control of himself.
But the flecks of gold in Will's irises and the ever growing scent of pheromones that fill the enclosed room told Hannibal that the second option was fast becoming fantasy.
The reality approaching was one where Will started his Rut and triggered Hannibal Heat, resulting in the couple fucking on their kitchen floor until Hannibal was sure to be full and heavy with Will's seed. Until both Omega and Alpha instincts were satisfied. Will Rutting and Knotting Hannibal until the fog had cleared from his mind and he was capable of rational thought again, but by then it would be far too late. Hannibal would surely end up pregnant if Will lost his composure.
“It's not the right time-” Hannibal tries once more, careful in his tone and words. One wrong step would trigger Will and he would bring down everything like a house of cards. He snarls at Hannibal without a care.
“It's never going to be the right time with you, Hannibal. You're spoilt. I've spoilt you.” He snarls, taking a step forward into the room, his teeth bared as his eyes darken. Hannibal could feel his pulse hammering, his heart pounding, his chances of escape were nearly entirely gone now.
"I've spoilt you to the point where you can't even bear the thought of having anything change." Will continues, his steps calculated as Hannibal can't help but to weaken at his Alpha's words.
"You might as well be a mateless whore. Sterile and only good for fucking.” Will's words cut like daggers into Hannibal's insecurities. All of the whispers and doubts that he had so effortlessly ignored since he had fallen in love with Will. His Alpha. His younger Alpha. His body began to shake as Will takes another step forward, his eyes pricking with tears as his entire being became consumed with the desire, need, to change his Alpha's mind.
Good for breeding. Good stock. Working body. Not old. Still so fertile for you, Alpha, Hannibal's mind raced all at once as his body reacted in time with his thoughts. Hannibal could feel the slick begin to gather between his thighs, surely darkening the material of his trousers. His body's way of refusing Will's rejection of him as a fertile Omega.
Hannibal letting out a needy whimper when the first telling cramp rolls through his body. The search for his Alpha's Knot and seed. Will gave him a dark look of disgust.
“You don't deserve my Knot.” He spits, although Hannibal could see Will's Alpha cock beginning to tent his trousers. The heady musk of his Rut suffocating the air around Hannibal.
Empty words. Empty actions, Hannibal's thoughts whisper in an attempt to reassure the Omega.
"Will, Alpha. ” Hannibal lets the whimper past his lips as he feels a chill run over his body, sweat beginning to cover his body without his noticing. The sickly sweet scent of the Omega's slick was beginning to become overwhelming. Clawing both at the Omega and Alpha's throats. The Mating glands hidden beneath the thin skin of Hannibal's throat began to throb and itch to be claimed by Will.
Hannibal's body was going into overdrive and Will simply stood and watched it happen.
Hannibal couldn't take it. He needed his Alpha. Needed his Alpha's cock and Knot and his seed. Hannibal crumbled to his knees, begging with his eyes for Will to come closer as he began to claw at his clothes. He didn't care about the damage as he tears at his shirt and his trousers, ripping away the material of his underwear as another set of cramps roll through him. His cries growing louder and yet Will remained where he stood. Watching the show.
There was a rug in front of the dormant fireplace a few feet from Hannibal, it was meant for Will's beloved dogs, the surrogate children that the Alpha had been willing to settle for up until recently. The Omega crawls his way across the floor to the soft material, thankful for the mildly more forgiving surface for his now naked knees.
Will's only move was to take a step further into the room so as to still have a clear view of Hannibal has the Omega lowered himself closer the rug and began to rub his Omega cock against the material, whimpering and moaning at the slight relief it offered him. It was quite the sight, to see the Omega essentially pleasuring himself like one of their dogs would when their own nature called them to.
Hannibal presented himself to Will in the traditional way an Omega would to their Alpha and the sight was glorious. His back arched so elegnatly while Hannibal's face remained pressed against the rug, his arse and pussy glistening with slick, his holes spasming in search for his Alpha's cock as his hands fists in the rug, his lips parting in needy pants and whimpers. Will could watch Hannibal like this for al of eternity if it were not for his own growing need to be buried Knot-deep in the Omega pussy.
Hannibal felt as if he would surely combust. His skin felt as if a fire had bloomed from within his blood and was quickly working to take over his body.
"Alpha, please?!" He cries in one last desparate plea with Will for his assistance. The slick running down Hannibal's quivering thighs, soaking into the rug beneath him, slick designed to hunt out Alpha seed and help guide it to Hannibal's fucked-open cervix, calling to Will as he watches his Omega grow more desparate the longer he kept him waiting.
“Worthless whore.” The Alpha utters as he crosses the room in two strides, settling behind Hannibal, who had failed to notice the Alpha moving towards him, the Omega letting out a surprised and needy whine of relief when his Alpha began to mount without ceremony or sweetness. Hannibal sobbing with frustration when Will's clothed body met Hannibal's naked one.
“You've soaked the rug.” Will says as if he were scolding one of the dogs. Hannibal failing to make himself care. He would soak it a million times more just to get Will's cock tip inside of his open and begging pussy. The Alpha sinks into his Omega without resistance, Hannibal's tight heat swallowing every inch Will gave him greedily. Will letting out a deep grow of satisfaction as his Alpha cockhead breaches Hannibal's body.
“You're so fucking tight and fucking wet. I can barely get inside you.” Will grunts furious as he begins to slam his Alpha cock in and out of Hannibal's stretched pussy. The Omega failing to make any sound as he becomes overwheled with relief, his sobs and moans immpossible to discern from the other as he desperately pushes his body back to meet Will's slowly breaching cock, pleading with his body for Will to give him more.
Will gives in a momentary lapse of restraint and begins to pound Hannibal's pussy with punishing effort. The Omega's face rubbing against the rug with every pounding of Will's over twenty inch cock into his already open cervix. The whines escapring Hannibal's lips were unlike anything Will had ever heard before. Heavenly.
“A sticky mess for your Alpha.” Will spits into Hannibal's ear, his hand getting lost in an angry tug of the Omega's hair, earning a cry from Hannibal's lips. "Are you going to cum, Omega?" Will asked as he shoves his cock harder in and out of Hannibal, the sounds the Omega let out in response felt like hearing an angel sing. Euphoric.
Hannibal came around Will's cock, the rough fucking relentless as his Omega cock spurts its weak whisps of cum. Will adding to Hannibal's overwhelming pleasure as his hand slaps the bouncing flesh of his arse every time he pulls his cock out before pounding it back into Hannibal, earning keening whines from the Omega as his orgasm is dragged out. Will's Knot swelling steadily with every second that was spent deep inside of Hannibal's walls until Will made to pull out once more and found he could no longer get the Knot past Hannibal's quivering walls, much to the pain of the Omega when the Alpha tries to force his Knot out again.
"What a slut you are, Hannibal. Already eating up my Knot? So eager for my seed." Will makes sure his words go through to Hannibal by rubbing the tip of his cock over Hannibal's cervix, savourng the way the Omega presses himself against Will to try and get him to press the head directly in his cervix opening.
"So fucking greedy, you little whore!” He growls as he humps Hannibal, his teeth sinking into Hannibal's already claimed Mating gland as his orgasm consumes the Alpha. Biting and clawing over Hannibal's naked body as his cock releases thick pumps of cum into Hannibal's womb. Hannibal crying and begging for more as each powerful pump only further guaranteed Hannibal would come away of their coupling full of pups.
“Pathetic little runt.” Will hisses into Hannibal's ear as he wraps his hand around the Omega's spent cock.
“Can't you get it up again?” Will mocks Hannibal darkly as he tugs on the softening organ that was still pathetically dribbling cum. Hannibal whimpering at the touch but helpless to escape as he was still trapped by Will's Knot.
"This will be nothing more than a glorifed clit in a few months, Hannibal." Will continues low and cruel as he keeps the Omega in agonising pleasure with slow demanding tugs. Hannibal's belly was heavy and aching now as Will's cock continued to stuff him with his seed. The flesh going round and taut as Hannibal started cumming again from Will's pleasuring.
Will gave a squeeze of Hannibal's pathetic cock and whispy white strings of cum began to leak from the head, it didn't feel good, Hannibal too overwhelmed and fucked to enjoy the forced release. Powerless.
“A nice little extra clit. You'd like that wouldn't you? So sensitive that even a little brush of clothing or the ghost of fingers would leave you soaked. Everyone will know just what a wanton slut you are then.” Will promises as he squeezes Hannibal's Omega cock until he tried to squirm away from him, causing the Knot to tug against his pussy painfully. Will growling low into Hannibal's ear as the action on servd to press the Alpha's cockhead over Hannibal's already cum painted pussy walls.
“Trapped.” Will sighs as he continues to squeeze Hannibal's cock. As if he was trying to get it to pop while Hannibal let out weak sobs, continuing to cum with Will still painting his cervix white.
“Please! Please! Please!” Hannibal begs clawing at the carpet to try and get away from Will, but couldn't.
“Shh, shh, shh.” Will murmurs soft in Hannibal's ear as he ceases his squeezing of the cock, Hannibal stopping tugging on his Knot.
Everything just stopped.
And it was just Hannibal and him and the sounds of their heavy breathing and the feel of Hannibal's heavy bell and the steady pump of Will's cum inside of Hannibal's body.
“Good Omega.” He purs soft as he starts to move his hips again, cock hardening inside of Hannibal and Knot swelling again when it had hinted at relenting.
“That's it, that's it.” Wiil encourages as he felt Hannibal's pussy constrict so as to keep in any cum spilt inside of him from leaking out. He sobs as Will starts moving again.
The pleasure making Hannibal's head roll.
“That's it, that's it.” Will coos soft as Hannibal is stuffed full of the promise of pups with no end in sight.
“My little cumslut, stuffed with my Pups, you'll love being pregnant. My little stuffed mama.” Will promised making Hannibal sob with the image of his belly stuffed with rolling pups.
“I'll spoil you rotten, fuck you every night, you'll be so happy.” Will promises, so convincing that Hannibal could believe him. That Will would spoil and love his heavy Omega with every fibre of his being.
"Alpha."
They would be happy.