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Unlike most people, Will is one of the few who hates being hit on. Especially by a waiter, in front of his husband, during their rare date night out. It's hard to convince Hannibal to eat out, but Will always manages.
With a weary look, he no longer listened to the waiter's empty compliments, letting his husband mark him as caught. Thinking the matter was settled, he decided to let it go, and the rest of the evening passed without incident. In fact, he'd already forgotten all about it when he got his dessert to go, eager to curl up on the sofa with Hannibal.
That's why discovering a phone number on the paper napkin slipped in with the pastry made his jaw clench. More than angry, he was disgusted and frustrated that some pig would dare do that after Hannibal had politely explained that he was married. It felt like an insult to him, not accepting polite refusals as if he were going to cheat on Hannibal with…That.
Already thinking about what he was going to do, he decided not to talk about it right away.
The next day, he simply returned to the restaurant, refusing to call that damn number. When questioned, he explained that he was afraid his husband would find out if he used his phone. Besides, Hannibal knew people around here, so he mustn't tell anyone... Will arranged to meet him that evening and left to continue the preparations.He has so many things to do !
While Hannibal is at work, Will puts on a white lace outfit and takes the hunting knife Hannibal gave him. Behind him, he leaves only a note on the living room table.
As the time for the date approaches, Will gets in his car and parks in an alleyway away from cameras. When he sees him approaching in the distance, he sighs one last time before getting into character. He forces himself to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, and the boy is delighted.
They flirt a little, and the boy must have thought they were going to do it quickly there, because Will had to insist. He pushes him away and tells him he has a country house nearby: ideal for spending some good time together. The boy starts to hesitate and tells him he doesn't have a car to get back. And Will gradually loses patience, deciding to take things to the next level, which he calls "all men are sex-obsessed idiots," by pulling down the corner of his jeans until the lace of his lingerie is revealed. Leaving the happy fool licking his lips, he murmurs, in what he hopes is a seductive tone, that they're going to need a bed for what they're about to do. That he won't need to leave.
“Please, I want you all to myself all night… My husband is getting old, and he can’t last… Do you know when was the last time I was satisfied…? I want your cock so badly…” Will moves closer and whispers the last words in his ear. “It’s at the edge of the forest, a little cottage. I prepared it for us this afternoon while my husband is away on a business trip.”
And to seal the deal, he grabbed his penis, squeezing it gently while humming as if he were truly desperate. “I’ll give you a ride tomorrow morning, if you want… But right now, I really need you inside of me…”
Thank goodness, the boy agrees to walk into the lion's den and gets into the car. Will sets the GPS to reassure the boy, hurrying so he doesn't change his mind. Then, just to tease him, Will asks him to tell him what he wants to do to him tonight.
“I’m tired of having to do everything, tonight I want you to take me. I’m all yours, tell me what you like, I just want… Just fuck me hard and I’ll do whatever you want…”
And the boy chatted pleasantly. Will forced himself to suppress a grimace of disgust while wondering how Hannibal always managed to be so stoic surrounded by so many idiots. They arrived home quickly, the traffic being light outside the city center.
After opening the door, Will hung his jacket on the coat rack and began to undress completely, down to his lingerie. He already missed Hannibal and was eager to be done with him. Anticipating yet another instance of resistance, he handed over a pair of handcuffs he had hidden in the entryway cabinet and, to further gain his trust, asked him to tie him to the bed for the night.
When he takes the handcuffs, Will spins around gently and asks him if he likes it. He tells him he chose it thinking about who he was going to be fucked by tonight. In a way, it wasn't so untrue after all. Convincing lies are always surrounded by truth.
To get him willingly into the cellar, he tells him they have a sex dungeon down there. That they used it before… He puts on a miserable face, so the waiter believes him. Or maybe he doesn't care anymore. As long as he follows him, Will won't dig any deeper. But he decides to speed things up when the pig gains enough confidence to grab his jaw and blow what he thinks is a good hook right in his face.
“Do you like that? Poor darling, you’re so desperate. You need to get laid, don’t you? By someone who’ll really take care of you…” He grabs the edge of his panties, touches the lace, and smiles. “I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.” To escape as quickly as possible, Will gives her doe eyes and whispers, “Please, let’s go… I’ve been thinking about it all day…” and gently leads him to the cellar door.
But there is no sex dungeon. When the man starts to question things, to turn around, Will loses patience. Who would have thought that a mere pig could drive him so mad? He sighs, finally abandons his fake smile, and drives his knee into the man's balls without another word. When he finally screams and doubles over in pain, Will grabs his head and smashes it with all his might against the cellar doorframe, and with a kick to the gut, the guy lands below. He can no longer speak, though he tries. The first drops of red trickle from his temple, and Will finally feels a little relief. Unaware of his assailant's change of attitude, the waiter continues his clumsy attempts, pleading, which makes him sound more like a dying animal, uttering moans rather than real words and finally, fear is evident in her eyes.
Unable to resist, the man crouched before the pig, staring at it without a word. Unlike Hannibal, he didn't feel the need to speak in those moments… Like for sex, he prefers to listen. In truth, Hannibal was the only one who understood him on this point as well. The only one who let him fall mute without making him feel guilty… After all, he always took pleasure in speaking for both of them, in speaking for his husband… Yes, his monster was everything he had ever dreamed of. Everything he imagined he could never find. His equal.
Will looked down again, his gaze lost in the void. His renewed awareness was triggered by a slight movement in front of him: the poor boy was clearly trying to crawl towards the stairs. At least, that's what he deduced, because the goal was far from being achieved. Always ruining everything, that idiot. Provoking him like that, forcing his act on him as if he hadn't seen how he was looking at Hannibal, his husband. As if he seemed like someone easy, someone simple, who would leave his man cuckolded just for some pathetic stranger throwing a fucking...number And…
Enough. He wants some blood.
Avoiding getting his hands dirty so quickly, he ran his hand over his victim's skull again, this time on the opposite side, gently lifting it, almost delicately. Then he flattened it against the hard concrete of the cellar floor, repeating the movement until he heard the nose break. There. That's better.
Will then returns to the stairs, retrieves the handcuffs from the floor, and places them on the table at the back of the room. Perhaps Hannibal will want to use them on him again?
He looked at the chair, the pig on the floor, then back at the chair. A moment ago, in a dramatic mood, he had naturally placed it in the center of the room, the focal point of the evening. Now, without his personal mass of muscle that could move it with a few words from him, he was forced to reconsider his choice.
To hell with the drama, he wasn't the maniac anyway. So he grabbed the chair to bring it closer to the body, rather than the other way around. He waited a few more seconds, until his thirst for blood gave him the necessary motivation to move it. Unsurprisingly, moving him required a considerable effort, making him note to thank his husband profusely for always doing this for him, as was usually the case. But here he was, even if he just wanted to prepare a lovely night for them. At least he realized once again how practical Hannibal was: he always provided the perfect setting for him to express himself as much as he wanted, safe and spoiled by his wonderful husband watching over him. In the end, it felt more than strange without him. They always went through the whole process together, and Will vowed never to do it alone again.
Once the man was finally hosted into place, he tied him up with ropes and his best sailor's knots. Not wanting to disturb his little bubble of silence, he grabbed a gag from the same table and was finally able to take out his knife.
Will hummed softly and positioned himself in front of the left arm. In a gentle murmur, he continued humming as he began to enjoy himself. As always, he methodically made multiple cuts, from top to bottom, several horizontal lines a few centimeters long, as close together as possible, and once he reached the wrist, he started again to create a new long band of scarlet lines, and so on until he was finished. Beautiful. The accumulation of fine red bars on a beautiful canvas. Tiny wounds, coagulating quickly, not extending beyond his lines. Hmm… Perfect. After a while, the pig had woken up, judging by his weary gaze. How long had he been awake? In any case, he didn't care.
He moved to the right. There, he wanted more. Following his instinct of the moment, he plunged his blade into the top of the right shoulder and withdrew it only when he reached the back of the limp hand. Ah, he fainted from the pain. Good.
And there it was at last. That red. The flesh separating. He ran his blade over it a second time, pressing harder, following the same path, pulling the flesh apart even further. And again, until he reached the bone. The human body, or rather its interior, that's one of life's beauties. All that plasma rushing out of the wound, vainly hoping to fill the gap.
Even after the blood flow slowed, he continued his small strokes. The blood was so red. It was his favorite red. A beautiful red, a vivid red, full of life. Yes, the most beautiful red. Thanks to the splatter, his white underwear was also adorned with it. To his great delight, Hannibal had never complained the first time he saw him plunge his hands into their victim and then caress himself, smearing himself with that beautiful red, all the way up his arms. He hadn't said a word, simply watching his pretty mongoose shed his clothes until he was down to his underwear, continuing his back-and-forth movements, from the corpse until he was almost entirely covered in red. Once satisfied with the result, Will turned around, hesitating. At that moment, he expected anything but the doctor's enormous, sincere, satisfied smile.
“Hannibal…”
“You look magnificent, Will. This is what I’ve always wanted for us.”
“It’s so beautiful. I want this forever.”
Speaking of his husband…
The boy went back up the stairs and, as expected, the kitchen light was on.
“Will, I…” Hannibal stopped, visibly surprised by his appearance. The older man spread his arms, unconcerned by a few blemishes, and Will embraced him, snuggling into his strong arms, resting his cheek against his husband’s chest. Without hesitation, Hannibal slipped one hand into the panties, asserting his possession over Will's soft butt, while letting the other caress the lace of the top.
“I wanted to surprise you. I found us a pig, and I played with it a bit. I think it’s still alive. I only touched its arms and a little bit of its head, but its organs are intact, if you want them. I was also thinking of a roast, with its thighs...
Love is full of compromise, and in their case, that included Hannibal silently accepting being tainted by association, and Will keeping his blades away from their victim's torso before the chef's selection to prepare the week's menu.
The older man ran a hand through Will's hair, scratching him and gently stroking his head, just the way the younger man liked it. Then he kissed his forehead, his temple, his cheek, the tip of his nose, before finally settling on soft lips. They kissed for a moment, savoring each other's company, and reunited after half a day apart.
“Shall we go?”
-Mmm…”
Once in the cellar, Hannibal mocked him softly.
“By pure chance, did you realize how difficult it is to move a dead weight after knocking it unconscious?
"Shut up..." Will pouts, pleased nonetheless to have managed on his own.
And as expected, his mountain of personal muscle pulled the chair into the center. Maniac. And strong. Will breathed a sigh of relief and snuggled up to his husband.
“I knew you’d move it again. You’re so predictable…”
“And you too, my love,” Hannibal replied, grabbing his boy’s erection, which was here since the beginning of the blood's appearance. Accepting the offer for what it was, he rubbed himself against that warm hand, still aroused by the precious red fluid. Sharing something so intimate always made him feel horny.
“Hannibal… Take your fucking lumps and fuck me…”
After a final kiss, he retrieved his instruments to choose good lumps, as requested.
“Do you recognize him?”
-Should I ? Is he… yesterday’s waiter ? Why him ?
-He gave me his number, Hannibal,” Will began, his voice dropping, his words becoming sharper. “Right after you showed him our rings, when he saw you going to pay the bill! He thought I might cheat on you!” He almost spat out the last word, before sighing and continuing, “I felt so dirty and… I…hated it. He ruined our meal. He had to make it up to us somehow, and to do that, he had to offer us another one.”
-Mmm... You're truly a perfect creature... I love you so much. Thank you, darling. I'll prepare a roast for you, just the way you asked it. Would you like anything else?
-Do what you want with him, I know it’ll be good as always anyway.”
Will tried to bear his suffering patiently, but he felt so needy. Seeing all that red, he wanted his husband. Now. And he fully intended to use his talent until he got what he wanted.
“Hannibal, please,” Will begged, moving closer until he could rub himself as much as he could against Hannibal’s thigh, which was not enough.
“I’ll be finished soon, darling. Don’t worry, I know what you want. Have I ever left you unsatisfied ? Come on, let’s start untying the strings, shall we ?”
Will nodded, pleased to have a task to do and take his mind off things. Again, he retreated into passive silence. Expecting this, Hannibal finished removing a thigh, the kidney already waiting in the cooler. When he placed it on the first step, he saw Will drag the corpse to the ground and waited a moment longer.
“Please…” Will murmured, kneeling beside the body.
Hannibal, knowing the effort it took to utter that single word, resumed his movements, quickly undressing before standing before his husband. Understanding him perfectly, he in turn plunged his left hand into the open chest, then gently withdrew it, his eyes never leaving it. Will, his dear Will, so sweet, so desirous in those moments.
He slowly opened his mouth, seeing that Hannibal was waiting, and he begged desperately.
“Please, please touch me… I’ve been waiting for this all day, I need it so much, Hannibal…”
Agreeing to end his torment, the man caressed Will, finally painting his left cheek with a slow stroke of his thumb, and moved down to his neck, parts thus far untouched by the frenzy that had taken place here some time before. But his boy loved being covered in blood, and Hannibal made it his duty to always satisfy him. He encouraged Will to rub against his leg, grasping the back of his neck to pull him close, whispering sweet nothings. He always took a perverse pleasure in seeing his desperate mongoose, covered in blood, relying on him, on him alone, for his pleasure.
"There you go."
Will locked eyes with him as he shifted, tossing his remaining clothes into a corner, and swung a leg over their victim's torso. He collapsed onto it before opening his mouth again.
“Good boy,” Hannibal congratulated him, before thrusting his half-hard penis between his lover’s lips.
With one hand on his head, he let his boy take what he needed, maintaining a gentle touch. Once he found his rhythm, Will, in turn, thrust his penis into the remaining organs, already cooling, and fucked it, humming in approval. The intestines still felt pleasant against his cock, and he began to speed up, pushing his penis deeper, visualizing all the red as he took his husband's cock to the back of his throat, rubbing his nose against the pubic hair. He hummed again, making his throat vibrate until he received Hannibal's approval.
“That’s it, Will, take it all… You’re perfect, my sweet boy… How lucky I am to have you…”
With a final sigh, Hannibal pressed Will against him, holding him until he came before releasing him and caressing him. He bent down beside his boy, kissing him passionately. He ran a hand down his back, encouraging him to fuck what remained of the waiter even harder, complimenting him between kisses, until he, too, came.
He looked dazed, satisfied for the moment. Still silent, he didn't say a word when the older man took him in his arms, settling him against his hip to free one of his own arms. He took advantage of leaving the cellar to grab the cooler, placing it in the refrigerator with one hand once he reached the kitchen. He then headed towards the bedroom.
Usually, the furniture is covered to prevent dust while they're away. Probably due to the younger man's impatience, only the bed had been made up, the protective covering removed, the bed clean. They had quickly developed the habit of using a mattress protector, so Hannibal wasn't overly concerned as he placed Will on the bed. The blood was starting to stick, losing its luster. What wouldn't he bear to see his boy like this? Clearly, the ability to be covered in plasma always made Will horny, that was the only thing that left him dazed, completely hard and devoted to Hannibal, allowing him to take complete care of him. In this state, he retrieved the water-based lubricant they kept on hand. Generally speaking, each of their rooms was equipped, whether they were staying at the same place or not; this kind of unforeseen event related to arousal was rather predictable for them.
Will barely moved, struggling mostly to keep his eyes half-open and moaning softly as Hannibal prepared him, carefully avoiding his prostate. When he finally judged him ready, he lay down between the younger man's thighs. They kissed again, several languorous kisses, slowly sucking on each other's lips. With one hand, Hannibal guided his penis into Will’s hole and began to move slowly, preferring to make love tenderly to his lover. He struck against Will's prostate with each movement, never speeding up, maintaining this rhythm until their second orgasm.
He didn't withdraw immediately, remaining there, his cock gradually softening, still warm. Once Will signaled his return to the world of mortals, he withdrew, suppressing a grimace at the unpleasant sensation. Will didn't bother to hide his face and frowned, obviously forcing Hannibal to cover him with kisses and caress him until he relaxed again.
"Thirsty…"
Without further ado, Hannibal went to fetch a bottle of water and a clean towel to take care of Will, who never complained about all the attention he received. The blood hadn't really stained the sheets, but there was a hygienic limit to what Hannibal was willing to accept. So, after placing his boy in a warm bath, he replaced the sheets before joining him to relax together.
It was only later, snuggled up together, that they reflected on their next creation before sinking into a restful sleep.
A few days later, a hiker called the police to report the horrific discovery. Crucified between two trees lay what remained of a man, dressed in a wedding dress. He was held by six crossbow bolts, one on each wrist and ankle, and two more on his collarbones. The aim was perfect, avoiding any damage to the pristine white dress. His arms were completely mutilated, the bone visible on one of them. In his open mouth, a single flower: a red dahlia, a symbol of eternal love. In a statement, the police expressed their astonishment: several organs were missing, including a piece of his thigh. No external DNA traces were found, indicating thorough cleaning, as the torso, completely opened, had been scrubbed with an unidentified substance. Everything was held together with cellophane, which explains the absence of stains on the dress. The victim, a waiter in a Michelin-starred restaurant, had no known enemies.