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Will regained his awareness in the middle of the night. He wasn’t tucked into his bed with his dogs curled around him, he wasn’t situated on the well worn couch by the fireplace, nor was he any place that could bring him comfort. As he looked around at the trees around him, he could feel the goosebumps on his torso. The moon provided paltry lighting that made shadows dance as he swayed on his bare feet. The flighty man dragged his hand down his face and groaned, he wasn’t supposed to be here. His mind had a tendency to get away from him. He didn’t have the energy to process how concerning his bouts of sleepwalking were.
Will felt the brick that was his phone in the pocket of the threadbare flannel pajamas bottoms that he wore. He pulled it out and held it with both hands to keep it stable. The low battery warning flashed but he could at least see the time. 1:27 am left him with a few hours to get back home and sleep before dealing with work. At the thought of dealing with Jack and Alana, his heart rate increased and he could feel sweat beading on his hairline. He needed to go back and see his dogs, he needed to find something that would ground him to reality.
He slowly made his way through the trees and eventually found the path that confirmed he was still on his own land. A branch snapping nearby sent the man into high alert. A yearling buck announced itself as the culprit with a grunt. For a moment they were the same being, breathing with heavy puffs of air and staring bewildered. Though he loved animals more than people, his empathy didn’t extend to their kind. The moment passed as quickly as it began and the buck turned quickly and jumped away.
The encounter led Will’s mind to pull up a memory of him in his youth. Beau Graham was a loose cannon, not choosing to be a father, but guiding in his own way. “Boy, if you are ever taking a life, never think twice. If you think twice you leave room for regret.” Will could feel the weight of a rifle on his shoulder, the kick and the scent of gunpowder. His ears rang with the recollection and he could taste the tang of blood in his mouth. Will veered sharply into a tree and caught his breath as the rough bark bit into his bare skin. It wasn’t that he hated killing as a concept. Despite his work consulting on crime scenes, he could understand that sometimes ending a life was necessary. He sometimes felt that his understanding went too far.
He continued forward on unsteady legs until he finally saw his front porch, the soft light was his beacon and he felt something like relief. His front door was slightly ajar but he was comforted to see all his dogs remained inside. Some formed obstacles with their anxious wiggles and others lay limp on the rug in front of the fire, giving concerned side eyes but not putting the effort into standing. Winston made his way to the forefront and nudged his owner's hand, unsure who was comforting who. Will absentmindedly ran his hands over the brown, speckled mutt and sighed. Despite the chill of Virginia wind, Will could feel the sweat drying on his skin. Another fever wasn’t a surprise but it wasn’t welcome either..
Will opted for a chilled glass of Jack Daniels and frowned at the amount left in the bottle. He hadn’t remembered drinking it this quickly but his memory lately had been subpar. He shook away the thought and quickly downed his shot before making his way to the small bathroom. The burn of the whiskey melded with the burning in his skull. He didn’t have energy for a shower but splashed cool water on his face and neck. Then he made his way back to the bedroom and sank into his bed. The sheets were saturated with dog hair and the scent of stale sweat but he didn’t have the energy to care. He nearly forgot to plug in his phone. It would be more peaceful to let it die, however Jack Crawford would wake him with incessant knocks on the door and that would upset his pack. His alarm was set for a measly 2 hours later.
Oddly enough, the state of his sheets made him think Hannibal Lecter, his therapist- no, officially they just had conversations. In no way was Hannibal his, that man refused to be captured in any meaningful way. He most likely had housekeeping staff to wash his sheets. Never would that man's bed be soaked with sweat and marred by the hair of beasts. His feverish brain wondered what it would be like to wake up in Hannibal’s bed. He thought of large windows with sunshine filtering in, fresh air and the masculine scent of cedarwood. He could almost imagine the weight of another lying close to him. This thought brought him peace.
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The phone alarm blaring pulled Will into a half awake state. He rolled over and groaned, silencing the alarm. It only took seconds for his dogs to catch on to their owner being awake. A few soft woofs gave way into a frantic dance of excited paws clicking. Will managed to pull himself upright and tell the dogs to hush. He made his way to the front door and let the pups out before slinking to the bathroom. Will spent a moment brushing his teeth and then went to piss. He could feel how dehydrated he was but the visual was jarring. He made sure to down a glass of water before going through the motions of filling the many bowls of food for his pack.
The scratching on the door alerted Will that his dogs were finished with their morning investigation of the yard. He couldn't help but smile at the way they happily circled him, looking for head rubs before dutifully heading to their bowls. Will popped a couple pieces of bread in the toaster and started some coffee in his old coffee pot. He hastily made his way back to the bedroom and slipped on a white t-shirt, faded khakis and his brown leather belt. He finishes the look with his favorite brown flannel and runs his hand through his curls. He just remembers to grab his glasses from the bedside table and slips them into his pocket.
In the kitchen he plates the toast and slathers a thick layer of butter on each piece. He fills a mug with black coffee and attempts to savor the warmth it brings. He is halfway through his second piece of toast when his phone rings. Will collects his phone from his room with a sigh and answers, knowing it's Jack calling.
“Graham, I need you to get over here ASAP. We are at the park, off the corner of Jackson and Myrtle. It should be about 30 minutes from your place and I need you on the road now. The scene just doesn’t make sense.” Jack sounded frustrated and wound up, as always. He didn’t allow Will the space to breathe but he didn’t feel there was much he could do.
‘Yeah Jack, I'll be there as soon as I can.” Will replied and ran his hand down hard over his face. He could already feel the pressure building behind his eyes.
“You better be, you're the set of eyes we need here most.” Jack responded and quickly hung up. Will’s phone chimed with a message, I’m counting on you Will. He scrunched up his face and sighed. He walked to the kitchen and broke the remaining toast into a few pieces and fed it to his dogs. They happily scarfed down the treat and Will downed the rest of his quickly cooling coffee. He pulled on his shoes and set his GPS to the scene before stepping into the early morning light. Will got into his old grey Volvo and tried not to overthink as he made his way out of Wolf Trap and into the suburbs.
The radio lulled on as Will was lost in thought. Johnny Lee sang about looking for love and Will figured he would never start looking, lest he find that there was no love in the world for him. The so-called empathy disorder that isolated him brought others closer, if only to satisfy their own curiosity. Will didn’t date. He wasn’t hard to look at, with his blue-green eyes and soft brown curls, but women seemed to be put off by his anxiety, his haunted mind. It didn’t matter, he was up to his neck in work between teaching at the FBI academy and diving into the heads of killers. It wouldn’t be so bad if the killers didn’t make a space for themselves in Will’s mind as well. It was almost comical that women couldn’t occupy his mind in the same way.
Will parked on the street next to a sign that said, “drive like your kids live here.” Any kids in the area were hopefully being kept safely inside and away from the bloodied scene that waited nearby. He got out slowly and groaned at the way his muscles stretched after sitting stationary in the car. The yellow police tape was lifted for him by the unusually grim looking Beverly Katz.
“I’m glad you’re here but I wish you didn’t have to be.” Beverly offers and tries to bring her face to something neutral. “The vic has more going on than what first meets the eye.”
“Hey Bev, you know that I do whatever I can to save people.” He forced more energy into his voice than was necessary and made his way over to the body. Will could already see that the blood was splattered in a calculated, maybe even artful way. He scrutinized the nude young woman at the center of the art. She was mid twenties, blonde, and slightly overweight. She was situated almost naturally on a gingham picnic basket, leaning back against a tree. Her throat was slit but not bleeding. Even black stitches ran across her ribs, beneath her breasts and down her sternum. Another set continued across the lower half of her abdominal cavity. There was no sign of a struggle, her face was serene. The blood around her was left in disorienting spirals. He didn’t notice Jack approaching.
“I need you to do your thing, I'll clear the scene. Katz, let's discuss the case over here.” Jack started and gestured over to a tree further from the body. Will nodded and tried to clear his mind. The world warped around him.
I sedate her, and throw her over my shoulder. She was already drunk so she barely had a chance to react. I take her somewhere quiet and slit her throat. I hang the body accordingly and capture the blood in a bucket. Once most of the blood stops I take her down and massage the rope marks from her skin. They’re not part of the spectacle. Once she is back on the table I use my scalpel to separate the soft flesh from her ribs and stomach. My prize comes from within. I carefully remove her liver and both kidneys, placing them in the waiting cooler. I left a gift but I’m in a hurry. I make haste and stitch everything back into its natural place, covering the surprise for the autopsy. I wrap the body in plastic and place it in the trunk of the car. I cover the bucket and take it with me, as well as the cooler. I make my way to the park. Under the fall of night I take out my picnic basket and set it up comfortably near a tree. The body will be discovered by an elderly neighbor walking her dog at approximately 6:30 am. I situate the woman, my art, pleasantly against the tree.
I make my way back to the car and carefully bring the bucket over. I use a large gauge syringe to complete my image. Soft sprays of blood spatter make looping spirals across the blanket. Someone will appreciate the attention to detail. They will understand this art. Nothing will be missed, an equivalent exchange has been made. This is my design.
Will felt as if he were seizing. The weight of a hand jolts him out of his recovery. His stomach aches and his head spins.
“Will, are you alright ?” breathes a soothing European accent. He can’t answer immediately and shakes his head while blinking rapidly. Hannibal eases the younger man back into his arm. “ Jack, did you happen to check on dear Will’s mental state before sending him to the wolves? He needs to rest.” He spoke as if Will himself weren’t present. The silver haired man worked to steady Will, who had begun to shake.
“Dr. Lecter, we needed him here. Once you get him lucid I need to hear his thoughts.” Jack’s tone is clipped but uncertain. The answer doesn’t satisfy Hannibal and his disdainful look is enough to quiet the other man. “You can bring him home but I need a report from him by midnight. This girl had a family, they want answers. We- we think it might be a ripper case.” Beverly simply shot Hannibal a sympathetic look.
“I try to be understanding in times like here but I find it hard when such a respectable man is being put through such duress.” Hannibal shakes his head and moves to drape his suit jacket over the shaking man's shoulders. He guides Will to the car, opening the passenger door of the Bentley and carefully situates the brunette into the seat. As he buckles him in, Will finally tries to speak.
“Hannibal… it’s okay. I could drive myself home, I didn’t mean to make such a hassle for you.” his voice croaks and Hannibal makes to grab a bottle of water from the back seat. He opens it and guides it to Will’s mouth before responding.
‘My dear Will, you are never a problem to me. If you were, I would simply solve it. Uncle Jack puts you through the wringer it seems. I would be delighted to be your chauffeur. “ His heart rate notably raised at Will’s use of his name. He almost purrs and Will attempts to hide the soft pink blooming beneath his stubble.
He simply sips the water as Hannibal gets into the front seat and precisely turns the car around. He begins the journey to Wolf Trap, though the morning traffic would be an annoyance. Will lays his forehead against the cool glass and tries to empty his mind. He is embarrassed that Hannibal has to rescue him. He hadn’t even realized the good doctor was at the scene. He must have arrived shortly after Will did, after he had begun his reconstruction. Hannibal's arrival prevented what could have been a much more pathetic scene. Will knows the ruthless journalist Freddie Lounds enjoys lurking when he is on the scene. She could be beautiful but only in the way that sharks are.
Will could faintly recognize the classical music playing. Without thinking he reached to the knobs and changed the music to his favorite country station. The comforting sound of The Judds fills the car. Hannibal looks over and lets out a soft huff at the change.
Why not me on a rainy day?
Why not me to love your cares away?
Why not me?
Despite his usual distaste for the genre, he could help but feel fond of the man in the passenger seat. Why not me indeed.
Will cleared his throat and thought against questioning Hannibal. Part of him was thankful and the other part was frustrated. He was unsure of how he would complete a report on the crime scene from earlier. His head hurt and he was starving. The knowing gurgle made it obvious and Hannibal couldn’t help but comment.
“I assume you haven’t had a nourishing meal today, maybe not since we last dined together. Surely you will allow me to put something together at your home. “ The doctor asked without asking, knowing Will would disagree. He would make sure it was allowed. His job was taking care of Will after all. It didn’t matter that he was only meant to care for the younger man's mental state to keep him alive to help the FBI. Band-Aid on a bullet wound. Hannibal hoped to be the one stitching up this boy if there happened to be any incidents. His boy.
“It’s okay, I had breakfast. You don’t need to do that for me, you’ve done enough. Thank you for offering.” Will drawled, his throat still felt dry.
“I insist, the idea of you watching me cook pleases me. I am sure your dogs would appreciate the company as well.” Hannibal already knew he had won. His boy didn’t have any fight left in him. Will just softly sighed and remained quiet for the rest of the ride. Hank Williams Jr, Jimmy Buffet and George Jones filled the silence.
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Hannibal could hear the dogs barking as they pulled in. He got out and opened Will’s door and allowed him to start his walk to the door. He opted to make a quick phone call to have Will’s car delivered back to the house. The pack made a spectacle as they dashed around the yard, making wide circles and then coming to sniff Hannibal before settling in the grass. Satisfied, he made his way into Will’s house. It smelled softly of wood smoke and old books. Will was already seated at the table with a glass of whiskey. Hannibal frowned at the alcohol use so early in the day but opted not to comment.
“There’s not much in the fridge, I uh haven’t had a chance to go grocery shopping recently.” Will murmurs before sipping his drink. The warm bloom in his chest comforted him. He is suddenly more aware that the older man's jacket is still draped over his shoulders. He moves to shrug it off and fold it neatly on the chair. He also moves to kick off his shoes. Hannibal strides over and collects the discarded shoes and sets them by the door.
“I will find something to make for you, mylimasis.” The last word is said under his breath and Will doesn’t quite manage to catch it.
The slight buzz, coupled with the exhaustion has Will’s guard down. He can’t help but stare as Hannibal rolls up the sleeves of his maroon sweater and washes his hands. The color closely resembles the silver haired man’s eyes. Hannibal pulls out two frying pans. He removes a package of cheap bacon from the fridge and uses a knife to slice the package. He deftly moves around, checking cupboards and smirking triumphantly as he grabs the ingredients for pancakes. He hadn’t meant to go so traditionally American but his boy didn’t have refined tastes. He could change that. He notes that he should have groceries delivered for Will, he could use it as an excuse to come over and cook for him. It would be a welcome distraction and most likely make Jack question their relationship.
After whisking together the pancake mix, Hannibal begins frying the bacon. In between he makes perfect circles of batter and hums to himself as he flips them. A bark from outside breaks his concentration and he only just manages to catch Will staring with one elbow on the table propping him up. He dashes from his seat too quickly and stumbles on his way to let the dogs in. Hannibal works to focus on his current task and not get the nervous man worked up. At least not yet.
The scent of bacon is too tempting and Will has to tut at the dogs and send them to their beds. They thankfully still obey him even with the addition of the large man in the kitchen. Hannibal sets up two plates with a couple pancakes each and tops them with golden pads of butter. The bacon is crisped perfectly and glistens on the plate. He finds a bottle of maple syrup in the fridge door, homemade not store bought. He notes the handwritten label and surmises that Will tapped his own maple trees, clever boy.
Hannibal finishes setting the table with tall glasses of orange juice. Will tucks into his food with vigor and the older man can’t help but smile. Though it isn’t his preferred method of cooking, he is happy to think that Will enjoys his food anyway. He has many plans for what to feed the man next to him. He hopes that one day he will eat from his hands much like Will’s assortment of mutts.
Will gets up and clears their plates. “Thank you,, I didn’t expect you to make pancakes but I can’t complain.” He doesn’t manage to hide the small smile on his face. As he washes the plates, Hannibal comes up behind him like a shadow.
“It’s my pleasure to make anything for you, I would do anything for you.” Hannibal responds softly in Will’s ear. Will’s heart begins to race and the older man is close enough to feel it. He feels a blush rise to his face and attempts to move to the side. Alarm bells go off in his head as he is caged against the counter but it only lasts a moment before Hannibal backs away with a pleased look on his face. Will watches him saunter his way over to the fireplace and stacks another log on the ashes before making himself comfortable on the sofa.
“Do you want a cup of tea?” Will asks the man taking up space on his couch. He wants to try and accommodate him.
“That sounds lovely, mylimasis.” Hannibal replies, not hiding his pet name this time.
Will works to heat a kettle of water, he wonders to himself what the other man means. He thinks that Hannibal had said that word earlier. Mylimasis. He says it sweetly, smoothly with such care. He carefully pours the hot water over an orange pekoe tea bag, deciding to add a drizzle of honey to finish it off. As he carefully brings the hot cup to his guest, he notices the man is smiling with his hands folded in his lap. Hannibal opens his eyes as Will approaches and gently takes the mug.
“This was very good of you Will, you’re so thoughtful. Won't you come sit with me and relax?” The silver haired man chooses his words carefully. He gently pats the cushion next to him. Will hesitates before taking a seat, he wouldn’t want to be rude. The dogs seemed to sense the shift. Buster makes his way up to the two men and rolls over for a belly rub. It takes a bit of coaxing but Will can’t help but take the invitation. He pets the small dog for a bit before Winston takes the main stage. His head is dropped dramatically onto Hannibal's lap. He seems unsure but gives the dog a few pats.
“He likes you! Winston is a great judge of character.” Will exclaims and smiles with his eyes. He isn’t much for animals but Will being happy sends such pleasant warmth through the older man's chest. He can’t fully help himself.
“You are radiant, Will.” Hannibal lightly places his left hand on the younger man's thigh. He sets down his mostly finished tea on the side table. Will is quiet and looks away, like he can’t bear to hear a compliment. Hannibal turns to the man beside him and smiles. “I mean it, your emotions shine through you. Your joy should be celebrated.” He continues and leans more of his weight onto his boy.
Will is caught so off guard by the casual affection. He can’t deny it makes his stomach knot and twist but in a pleasing way. Hannibal's hand rubs his thigh soothingly. He is astonished to see the way he is being gazed at when he finally gains the courage to look back at the other man. He looks as if he were cherishing the sight of Will. He parts his lips to choke out something to end the silence. Hannibal takes the moment to bring his lips to Will’s. The younger man balks momentarily before allowing himself to be guided through the kiss. He is surprised at the gentle brush of lips moving to kiss the side of his mouth and then his jaw. Will gasps and Hannibal turns further to run his hands through his soft curls. The older man is enraptured by Will’s scent. He can smell sweat, cheap cologne, coffee, and lust underneath it all. He breathes him in deeply before finally speaking.
“Will, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I couldn’t help myself. You allowed me to care for you and didn’t push me away. I am so grateful for your resilience.” Hannibal both praised and sought to comfort the brunette. Will’s response shocked him.
“Please, don’t do this if you don’t want to pursue me. I admit I find you attractive but the thought of losing you because of this. I- I can’t do that if you don't truly want me in this way. I can’t stand your pity. I can’t lose your support.” The words tumble out of his mouth and his voice cracks. Unexpected tears welled up in his eyes.
“I never pity you, my brave boy. I wish to kiss you, to have you in every way. You won’t lose me unless you choose to go. I need you to choose me as well.” Hannibal lets the honest words flow and gently cups his beloved's jaw. “Will, kiss me.” He gasps, desperate.
“Hannibal.” Will whimpers and leans in. The older man takes this as permission and breathes in the scent of his boy before going in for a crushing kiss. Hannibal is delighted as Will’s tongue seeks entry to his mouth. He can feel the hunger and in turn a taste of the man’s own darkness through the relentless kiss. They are both breathless when they part, lips bruised. Hannibal brings his forehead to Will’s and gently holds their heads together. He presses another gentle kiss to the left of his boy’s mouth.
Will feels as if the room is spinning. His empathy takes over for a moment and all he can feel from Hannibal is adoration and desire. Once he catches his breath he is painfully aware of his arousal tenting in his pants. His belt is keeping him painfully restrained. Shyly he seeks to validate his own erection by peering at Hannibal's crotch. His face heats more than ever at the wet spot forming on Hannibal's pants, he must be painfully hard as well. Hannibal drags him in for another kiss before he can speak.
“My beautiful boy, may I make you feel better?” Hannibal whispers in a husky voice. Will only has a semblance of clarity but it's enough.
“Bedroom, please.” Will makes a steady effort to stand. Hannibal quickly stands to steady the younger man and follows him into his bedroom. The room smells overwhelmingly of Will. Hannibal can hardly stand to be surrounded by such a carnal, delightful scent. He manages to shut the door to avoid any interruptions. The larger man situates Will on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees.
“May I?” The silver haired man lays his cheeks on Will’s slightly shaking thigh. His fingers brush over the younger man’s belt.
“Hannibal, please. I need you.” Will stammers and no further cue is needed. Will’s hand splay out on the bed to steady himself as Hannibal unloops his belt and greedily unbuttons his pants. The zipper is dealt with quickly and Will lets out a hearty moan as cold air reaches his cock through his precum slick boxers. The younger man can’t tear his eyes away from Hannibal. He lifts his hips to assist his undoing as his lover pulls his pants down, folding them and setting them to the side. Will lets out a soft whine in anticipation. Hannibal’s hand palms him through his soiled boxers. The younger man feels lightheaded and hisses softly as Hannibal leans down and mouths the tip of his cock through the thin fabric. Will feels him inhaling deeply. “Please, please god.” he stutters. This makes Hannibal pause with a soft chuckle.
“I am more than your god, my dear Will. Allow me to worship you.” Hannibal sounds overcome with lust but still full of self assurance. He leaves a few more open mouth kisses to his boy’s cock through his boxers before finally pulling it free. He drinks in every sound Will makes. With a sure hand, Hannibal runs his thumb through the precum covering the tip of Will’s cock and uses it to lubricate him. He starts with slow strokes and looks into his boy's eyes. He has never seen such a beautiful sight. Will’s face is red, his curls are plastered to his forehead and his blown pupils watch every move of the man at his feet. He can’t help but bring his lips over his cock and taste him. The salty precum coats his tongue and he feels drunk on the sensation. He keeps one hand steadily stroking the shaft as his tongue works to taste as much of him as he can.
“God, fuck. Please, I'm so close. I'm sorry , I'm sorry.” Will babbles incoherently as Hannibal takes more of his cock into his mouth. He can’t last, he won’t. It has been so long since he was last able to bring himself pleasure successfully. The embarrassment rears its head momentarily before he’s lost to the moment. “ Close, close, please.” Will manages to squeak out. Hannibal moves his hand to cup Will’s balls without pausing and greedily takes his cock to the base of his throat and hums. Will’s hand moves to grasp the older man's soft hair just in time for his orgasm to take hold. He feels animalistic, moans ripping out from his throat. The hand on his head encourages him to work his boy through his orgasm. Will’s sweet voice is delicious as he whines. Hannibal savors the musky taste of cum and makes sure to get every drop before releasing Will’s cock with a soft sigh. Will’s hands card through his hair thoughtfully. He looks soft and pliant.
Will blushed furiously down at the man that had just sucked him off in such a spectacular way. “Thank you, Hann.” He sounds shy and unsure. Hannibal manages to raise himself from his knees with a soft groan.
“Anything for you my sweet boy.” Hannibal's voice is a bit wrecked from the attention he had given Will. Still bare from the waste down, Will surges forward to catch the older man in a kiss. He can taste himself on the other man’s lips and the thought makes him dizzy. Hannibal enjoyed pleasuring him. He felt incredibly lucky and wanted to return the favor. He manages to maneuver his lover around to the bed and sits him down.
“Please let me undress you.” Will manages. Hannibal reaches to remove his sweater and Will is enamored by the soft curls of hair on the man's chest. Hannibal folds it and sets it to the side. Will tentatively crawls on the older man's lap, straddling him. Hannibal’s still hard cock is ground between the two men's bodies. Will drags his hand greedily across the other man's chest and tweaks a nipple. His lover bites back a growl and bucks his hips. The spell is broken and Will reaches to unzip Hannibal's slacks. Hannibal works to make removing his pants easier. Will’s reaction to his cock still manages to please the larger man. Will stares longingly at the sight of his lover. The large cock is heavy and covered in Hannibal's precum. Will takes it tentatively in his hand and strokes it with curiosity. Hannibal groans and bucks his hips again. Will positions himself and takes as much of the other man’s cock in his mouth as he can. It stretches his cheeks and he tries to keep his teeth covered.
The fat head of Hannibal's cock bumps the brunette's throat and he gags before recovering. He uses one hand to work the shafts and greedily swallows the liberal amount of precum. His own cock is hardening again and he feels like he's floating. He is lost in his ministrations when he feels strong hands grip his face and lift him. Will is surprised to be dragged into a sloppy kiss. Will pushes Hannibal onto his back and kisses down the man's jaw. Both men are breathless. The younger man straddles Hannibal with strong thighs and drags himself forward to brush their cocks together. Will gasps, still sensitive from the older man's earlier efforts.
“Please Han, I need you.” Will’s desperation is music to the older man’s ears. Will whimpers and grinds himself against Hannibal again. With a growl, Hannibal flips their positions. He towers over Will with a dark glint in his eyes. Will resembles a prey animal, eyes glossy and unfocused. The deepest desire to sink his teeth into the soft white of the younger man’s throat rises and then is swallowed back as he captures Will’s lips in another brutal kiss. It softens into something like gentle yearning. When he pulls away, Will is dumbstruck with emotions. He tucks his face into the crook of the younger man’s neck for a moment, breathing him in and tucking the scent away in his mind. Simply intoxicating.
“Sweet boy, your need for me is welcome. Trust that I will take care of you.” A small smile graces the doctor's lips and he hums with approval at how undone his lover appears. He smoothly makes his way off the bed and to his feet. Will makes a soft sound of discontent at the loss of warmth and watches Hannibal warily. “Again Will, trust me pet.” He lulls, and runs his broad hands over Will’s thighs, soothing. “Turn over for me.” Hannibal asks and guides the brunette.
Once Will is situated properly, Hannibal positions himself above the man below him. He gently kisses each cheek of Will’s ass and massages them in his hands. Will ruts against the sheets below him in anticipation.
“Stay still, let me enjoy you.” Hannibal's voice comes as a gentle yet firm command. Will squirms a bit more before the older man holds him still with a hand pressing him to the mattress. “Be a good boy Will.” he offers and Will goes limp with a gasp. He does want to be good, more than anything.
“‘M sorry, Han- Sir please!” Will’s shame is a far off thing now, an unwelcome guest. Hannibal is pleased by the choice of words. He hums and takes a bit of the soft flesh on the boy's left ass cheek and bites. It was hard enough to bruise and the faintest taste of copper invaded his nostrils. Delicious. Will yelps and thrashes lightly until the older man gently lavishes the mark with his tongue. He has no time to recover before his cheeks are spread and Hannibal licks a few broad stripes across his hole. He moans from deep within, Hannibal echoes with his own satisfied sound. The older man reaches to palm his own erection and forces himself to still.
Hannibal liberally applies saliva to the younger man's hole, kissing and licking with great longing. Will’s body trembles with need and he reaches a hand back to grip the sheets. Searching for something to ground him. Hannibal's hand bridges the gap and he squeezes it gratefully. His sweet boy would be the death of him.
“Please, fuck please Sir. It feels so good, please.” The words break free in a jumble from Will’s mouth.
Hannibal’s breath still puffs hotly against the younger man’s hole as he chastises him gently. “Pet’s don’t speak and they certainly do not swear, beautiful boy.” He swats the unmarked cheek and returns to devouring Will. He simply groans and tries to keep still and quiet. His mind felt far away but he felt safe, peaceful even. After what feels like hours, Hannibal pulls him from his trance with a whisper in his ear. “Do you have lube here, my darling boy, my sweet pup?”
Will’s face feels hot as he nods against the mattress, he flicks his head to the small bedside table and moves to fold his arms so he can rest his head on them. Hannibal gently pets his beloved’s back and moves to grab the lube.
‘You’re such a good boy, Mylimasis.” The older man praises. The words are a gentle balm for the younger man's wounds. “I will stop at any time if you wish, pet.” Hannibal offers and kisses his way down from Will’s shoulders to the base of his spine. Will shivers.
“Don’t stop Sir.” he offers with a firm voice. “Please, don’t stop.” Will shakes his unruly curls and gets comfortable. The click of the bottle opening gives him a warning before a lube slicked finger gently prods him. He forces his body to relax as his lover slowly pushes into his tight heat. Hannibal seems to map out the younger man's insides, memorizing the smooth walls. Will lets out soft keening sounds as Hannibal brushes against his prostate. A less patient man would not show so much restraint.
“You’re doing well my pet. You can take more for me.” He challenges and promises at the same time. Will simply whines in affirmation. He tests his position by pressing back against the older man’s fingers. Hannibal smiles and removes his hand simply to lube up a second finger. At the same time he drizzles a liberal amount of lube directly to the younger man's hole. The cold gel makes it flutter and he rubs lazy circles against it before pressing in with purpose. The groan that it drags from Will’s throat makes him feel feral. He pulls both fingers out to the first knuckle before pushing back in and hooking his fingers to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside.
Will thrashes a bit below the older man. He wants, he needs more. A second orgasm is within reach but he so badly wants to be filled by the older man that he pushes back against the sensation. “Hold on my love, I need to prepare you to take me fully. I wish not to harm my precious pet in such a manner.” Hannibal offers and placates the younger man. He lubes up a third finger and resumes his gentle motions. Scissoring and twisting his fingers until the soft flesh yields to him. He makes a conscious effort to prevent his charge from reaching his peak.
Hannibal is finally pleased with his preparations after long minutes of teasing his boy. He removes his slick hand and uncharacteristically wipes it on the soiled sheet. He doubts his boy would mind. Will whines with loss. He remains still until he hears the telltale sound of a foil packet ripping.
“No, no Sir. Hannibal I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside of me.” Will’s voice shakes with need and he turns to roll himself over.
“Sweet boy, I will gladly provide you with what you desire.” Hannibal chuckles softly despite his aching cock. He helps the pliant, desperate boy onto his back and lifts him to position a pillow behind him. He stares intently at his lover’s debauched face. Drool stains the corners of his mouth and his pupils are a dark, shining void. He can’t help but pull Will into a longing kiss. Will gasps into his mouth and his tongue searches intently inside. Hannibal pulls away, teeth still enclosing the plush lower lip of his love. He voraciously laps at the small amount of blood the bite awarded him and finally moves to position his cock against the younger man’s hole with one hand. He reaches out to lock fingers with his boy with his other hand.
Will’s entire mind blanks at the blunt pressure as Hannibal slowly presses his cock into him. He hisses with the stretch and Hannibal growls, possessive.
“You’re doing so well, Will. You’re such a good boy. Taking my cock so well. You were made for me.” The older man's accent sinks deeper as he continues to praise his boy. With a bit more gentle pressing, his cock is fully seated inside of the man beneath him. Will moves up to lean on his elbows and stare in awe at their connection.
“Thank you Sir.. please fuck me…” The words punch out from the younger man's throat and Hannibal doesn’t hesitate to move. Slowly he drags the head of his cock against Will's prostate. Both men moan at the sensation. Hannibal releases his boy's hand to grasp his hips hard enough to bruise. With a pleading chorus spurring him on, he fucks into Will at a faster pace. The younger man continues his mindless babbling of yes and please as Hannibal claims him. His eyes close at the pleasure of it all.
Will feels so full, so wanted, so marked by the older man. Despite so many things that were wrong about him, this was right. The grip on his hips is suddenly gone as a strong hand reaches to stroke gently at his cock. The sudden attention sparks white inside his head and he finds it hard to catch his breath. The other hand pets softly at his pecs and he feels kept. The older man continues thrusting into him relentlessly towards a natural ending.
Hannibal’s orgasm threatens to overtake him as he focuses on stroking the younger man in time with his thrusts. Will jolts with pleasure and is guided through his release by the controlled touches of his lover. His stomach collects the majority of his spend. A few more purposeful thrusts are enough to push Hannibal over the edge. Finishing inside Will satisfies a primal urge of the older man. He offers a gentle kiss to his boy's bruised lips.
“There is no match for your beauty in this mortal realm, mylimasis.” Hannibal offers with reverence. He gently removes his softening cock and bends over the younger man's form to greedily lick the evidence from Will’s stomach. There is a look that can only be described as love in his eyes as he gazes up at his boy.
“Hannibal, you bastard.” Will rasps. Hannibal’s eyes widen in concern for a moment before a catlike smile pulls the corners of his mouth in understanding. “You love me. You asshole. You fucking love me.” Will’s voice cracks at the end of his words and Hannibal moves to gather him in his arms. Their sweat slicked skin is ignored for the moment as he pulls Will’s head to rest on his chest.
“Since the moment I met you, sweet creature. It is not something to be taken lightly.” Hannibal’s voice rings honestly. He softly runs his fingers through the younger man’s curls. Will’s breathing has slowed to a rate that was suspiciously close to sleep. Hannibal kisses the side of his sleepy boy’s face with care and moves him to lay on the bed.
When Hannibal opens the bedroom door to go clean up he is greeted by the concerned pack of beasts his beloved lived with. With a sigh he moves to let the dogs out to release some of their nervous energy. He relieves himself, washes carefully in the small bathroom and dampens a soft rag to clean up his sleeping beauty in the other room.
Will was simply ethereal in the moonlight. His pale form was akin to a fallen angel. Hannibal felt overcome with emotion and noted that he simply must sketch Will nude. He quickly broke the trance in order to lovingly clean the sweat and mess from his boy’s relaxed body. The hedonist in him couldn’t resist nuzzling the springy hair above Will’s limp cock and inhaling deeply. He felt himself twitch with interest and opted to leave soft kisses at the cleft of his boy’s thighs.
He made his way to the dresser to find numerous amounts of the same garments and opted for a white t-shirt and plain blue boxers. Both were on the smaller side but he preferred some barrier for sleep. Hannibal nearly forgot to let the dogs back in due to his intense desire to crawl into bed. This mistake was not meant to be, he quietly moved to let the canine army back inside. He considered closing them out of his little sanctuary but knew what his boy would prefer.
Finally after fetching a glass of water, Hannibal carefully got into bed. He moved to cradle the sleeping man in his arms. He had almost drifted off when a soft, scratchy voice whispered, “I love you too.” His eyes flew open momentarily and his arms tightened protectively around his boy. The breathing evened out as quickly as it had been interrupted. The older man hummed gently and lulled himself back into sleep. He hoped the man would still feel the same after he had put together the rest of the picture, but for now he had everything he could ever want.
In the morning the bed contained many more living creatures than when the night began. Hannibal, despite himself, found that it wasn’t that terrible to share his space with pets. Though he preferred soft dark curls and soulful blue eyes over paws and tails.