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He walks down the hallways of Johns Hopkins Hospital, it's a quiet Saturday morning so there are only a few patients wondering through the hallways, IV drips wheeling along side them or a family member talking about the generic issues of life. There are nurses doing their rounds and doctors looking over their files, their quotas for the day, but he knows from years of experience that this is simply the calm before the storm. In hours, perhaps even minutes, a code will be called and the busy bustle of hospital life will begin all over again. Hannibal Lecter relishes in the bustle of hospital life, the constant movement and demand. The adrenaline pumping through his veins and the split second decisions that could save or take a life.
He strolled leisurely into his office, sat at his desk and looked over the file that had been left by one of the nurses. Today was his day to do clinic hours, his dislike for the clinic grew with every hour he was there. Dealing with the mundane afflictions that could so easily be fixed by a stroll in the fresh air or a few simple painkillers and antibiotics but people insisted on wasting hospital hours and using their pesky insurance that they treasure so dearly. Usually Hannibal dealt with Betas suffering from common colds needing a note and some painkillers, Alphas with strained muscles needing a referral to physio and the odd Omega coming in with complaints about their pregnancy. Hannibal found clinic hours needlessly tedious and having a habit of dragging out longer than need be.
He found himself frowning at his file today however as he read over his last appointment of the day, a gynaecology exam on a male Omega, a procedure that's routine and common enough to be easily handled by one of the nurses. Hannibal would argue that anything relating to the sexual health of an Omega is work far more suitable to one of the nurses but he can't argue with orders, no matter how much he disagrees with them. Although he couldn't deny that an Omega being seen by an Alpha was somewhat unorthodox.
Omegas usually only allowed Betas and other Omegas to examine them so intimately when expecting, the close proximity of an Alpha that was not their Mate always raised more complications than necessary, the studies that had been done were undeniable. Still, he couldn't deny that his curiosity hasn't been piqued by the Omega mystery.
His thoughts on the Omega were left for the day when the code Hannibal had been expecting was called and he was summoned to assess the damage.
Hannibal.
The day drags on in the usual fashion of slow minds and sluggish bodies. I repress the sneer I desire to release when confronted with a particularly draining Omega mother and infant child, a common cold that the mother insisted was something far more sinister, a Beta nurse diagnosed the cold but the mother wouldn't listen and dragged in not only myself but several other Alpha doctors until finally satisfied, and even then only barely. He was the kind of Omega who needed a stricter Alpha and shorter leash.
I walk down the hallway to the Omega clinic that adjoins the hospital, usually Omega's visit independent clinics with strict staff and visitation regulations, unlike clinics that adjoin hospitals where anyone is free to come and go and the regulations on being seen and by whom are far looser. I enter the exam room that the strange Omega is waiting already, he's young and smells nervous.
Rich dark curls and glasses that aren't just for bad sight. His eyes study the room, darting wildly, he takes in every detail as if it creates a different image in his head, I'm fascinated by him and it's been seconds, he's not even spoken.
"Hello," I say, drawing his attention, he uses the glasses to keep from meeting my eye and I can't help but to smile as I take the seat at the desk, he's already sitting on the exam bed in the flimsy white gown, his cheeks are flushed and his complexion a creamy white.
"Dr. Lecter?" He asks, voice quiet, he scratches his wrist as I nod and glance over his file.
"You're here for a refill of Calefaction Suppressants and a routine exam?" I double check, glancing up at him as he nods and swallows, he bites his lip and looks around the room, nervous. He smells of anxiety and I find myself unable to resist release a few calming Alpha pheromones into the room. It's rare for an Omega to realise when an Alpha's using their scent to manipulate their body or behaviour but the flicker of his eye to mine tells me he does, I find myself more than a little surprised.
"Is that ethical?" He asks, laying back on the bed as I pull on the exam gloves and move between his legs at the end of the bed on the swivel stool.
"No, but you smell like you need it." I say, helping his bare legs up on the stirrups, his knees pushed up and apart, revealing himself to me. He shivers as the cool air sneaks beneath his gown and his pebbled nipples don't escape my notice. His scent changes again, he flushes when he smells the change.
"Perfectly natural, especially in young Omegas." I say, as I reach into the set of drawers besides me and pick up the bottle of lube.
"I'm not that young." He sounds sulky, his age is a sensitive note, I smile again as I cover my first two fingers in lube and lift his gown as I help him pick his hips up and reach to his unprepared hole. He hisses out a gasp when I push my first finger inside and then my second.
"You're sixteen, Will, you're young." I say as I examine him, reaching further and finding his prostate with ease, everything's normal so I take my time running my fingers over the oversensitive spot, I hide my smile when he hisses and gasps a little higher pitched, even bucking his hips as I massage the bundle for a few moments, working him up into a delicious state, his scent slips from anxious to aroused and embarrassed as I pull out and discard my gloves just as he's panting more openly, hands gripping the railings.
Sweat beads on his forehead, his skin flushed disappearing beneath the gown, he looks beautiful and ripe laying nearly bare to me, as if he were made for me. I stand and swab his forehead and his cupids bow, his eyes watch me hazily, I don't act any less professional as I give off stronger calming pheromones, his tongue is lazy as he comments that this is highly unethical now, I smile at him but don't desist, knowing he wouldn't report me by the end of this.
"I'm going to examine your vagina now, Will." He licks his lips and lets his head fall back against the bed, as if resigning himself to the fact, I sit on the stool and take out the speculum from the drawer, forgoing the lube this time, judging from the smell of him, lubrication wouldn't be an issue. He notices this and sets his jaw, resisting looking away from my hand as I reach in between his legs once more and slowly start inserting the instrument, Will hisses and bucks his hips as I slowly push in, spreading his lips with the speculum, my hunch confirmed. Wet.
Slick puddles on the bed beneath his arse, I note down what needs to be recorded, his Knotting tissue needing a year or so before being mature enough to Knot safely, his cervix is healthy and there are no underlying infections to be noted, he's a well developing Omega. Once all medical formalities are finished with I spread the instrument a little wider and openly smirk when Will hisses and keens from the stretch, arching his back as he grips the railings tighter until his knuckles are white from the effort. More slick is produced.
"Your clit is quite erect, Will." I say, observing the pink pearl protruding from between his lips, wet and pulsing. He whimpers at my words and moans with effort, he's oversensitive from his last Heat he didn't feel, the chemicals in his body keep him functioning as normal but his body still goes through the motions, leaving him vulnerable and sensitive, if you know where to look and what to do.
"And all this slick, if it weren't for the tissue, Will, I would say your body is practically begging for a baby." If Will had been a little less flushed from his body's biology I would have said he blanched at my words, his reaction earns a smile from my lips, sweet and poisonous as I reach my previously resting gloved hand between his legs and allowed my fingers to dip into the ripe opening of his body, he pants harder as my fingers drag over his sweet pearl and towards his hidden treasure, I delight in the soft flesh, soaked around the tips of my fingers. His cervix high and wet, soft and ripe.
"S - Stop," His voice is hoarse and needy, desperate. He's at my mercy and he knows it. He's drowned in pheromones his body can't resist even if his mind fights to stay above the dark deeps of water. I drag my gaze over his body and to his eyes, forcing him to stare back at me as I deliberately drag my fingers just as slowly from his body. Earning keens of painful arousal and unsatisfied moans from his lips until I'm away from his wet warmth.
"Of course, whatever the patient desires." I say, my voice professional and open as he blinks and looks away, up at the ceiling and the walls littered with posters and leaflets. I dispose of the gloves and write up his prescription as he tries to regulate his breathing and regain control over his body.
"I'm going to collect your prescription, while I'm gone feel free to redress." I say, my back to him as I walk out the exam room and into the busy cool hallways. The pharmacy only down the hall so I take my time, knowing Will would be struggling to do much besides working himself up to an orgasm with his inept little fingers. There isn't a line for the pharmacy so it's an easy pick up.
I pick up the Calefaction pills as well as Calenture pills.
Calefaction pills suppress an Omega's Heat, keeps scent at bay while the body works in silence through the worst of the Heat unaided by an Alpha or a Knot, the endless slick that's fixed with a pantyliner, the contractions are minimised to the odd cramp that's easily fixed with a few ibuprofen, their metabolism goes out of sync for a few days but that's easily fixed with larger meals of higher calories.
The Calenture pills are to help an Omega with an irregular cycle into Heat and to help a pregnant Omega with milk production, it takes months for them to work but once they do the Calefaction pills are redundant and a Heat irreversible if pregnancy is not already present. Switching out all of Will's Calefaction pills for Calenture would lead to his immune system shutting down, his insulin levels would spike and his heart would start to fail, so I simply switch out three for three.
The game of restraint comes into play, I would have to wait for my apple to ripen before he could be picked. I walk back to the exam room once I've sorted out his dosages.
He's redressed and sitting with his legs hanging off of the side of the bed, his fingers interlinked on his lap, his hair is damp and the room smells distinctly of slick and the unmistakable scent of cum, he flushes when I inhale deeply and sigh, arching a brow at him, I can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of my mouth when he squirms under my gaze.
"Your pills, William." I say, handing him the little white bottle, he swallows as he takes them, avoiding my touch as he does, I feel a shoot of pride over the extent of my influence over him.
"I'll see you in a few weeks." He nods and leaves without another word. Leaving the smell of his spend lingering the air, my cock twitches as I open my mouth and inhale the remaining pheromones of his release. Exquisite on my tongue.
Will.
I feel the faint itch just along my jugular, the itch that comes from being in such a confined space with so many new scents around. The slight ache to my glands and fever I'm running comes with the territory. Usually I'd just go to an Omega clinic, specially run to keep the stress at a minimum for Omegas awaiting a procedure, not so much like a busy hospital hallway. Bodies coming and going at a constant, Alphas that walk by unchecked. My knee bobs up and down as I wait for my name to be called. The light down the hall flickers and it adds to my anxiety.
I've come for a prescription refill and a routine exam, routine except for the time it's taking to be seen, except for the doctor I've had for the past two years. I try to resist being one of the snotty, demanding Omegas you always see in the waiting rooms of surgeries and the clinics, demanding to be seen first, the ones who ask impatiently why they're having to wait at all. Finally my name is called and I get up eagerly, feeling like I'm on a knife's edge as a nurse in pale blue scrubs leads me through various hallways and into the private room I'd grown used to, she leaves me to change into the white paper gown and to get on the bed.
I just want this to be over already.
She says the doctor will be in shortly before she leaves, I'm always seen by the same doctor, no matter how hard I try to avoid him, he always enters the room. I stare at the white ceiling and count the seconds it takes for him to come. I'm still wearing my glasses and my clothes are neatly folded on the chair by the door.
The door opens and in he steps, he looks and smells as enticing as he always does, I know he makes an effort when it's time for my appointment. He smells of home cooked meals and walks in the woods, he smells of what I want and I know he's manipulating me, my body. I fight every time but recently all I've been wanting is him. I've been dreaming about him more and more. I wonder if he knows about my dreams, he always knows more than he lets on.
"Hello, Will." He says, warm and friendly as he he sits at his desk, like he always does. He makes a show of looking over my chart, humming as I watch him, hands folded in my lap, I'm sitting still, I hate lying at his mercy . His scent burns my nose and makes my skin prickle. Makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand as he takes the stool by the bed and swivels round to the end of the bed, he's still reading my chart as he moves, looks up to me with warm eyes when he's finished. I dream of those eyes, pupils dilated until the whites are nearly gone.
"So, just a routine exam and a refill for Calefaction Suppressants?" He says, smiling, I nod, swallowing as I shift and the gown rustles. It's only ever an exam and a refill, I don't trust him to do anything else. He retrieves the usual instruments, the source of my torment in my dreams. I feel the slick between my thighs already, I swallow and lay down, stare at the ceiling, trying not to think about how warm the room is, how there's no windows open and how he smells like the perfect Alpha.
"Are you sexually active?" He asks, rolling back to the end of my bed and helping me put my feet in the stirrups, pushing my knees up and apart, I flush at the rush of cool air that blows up my gown, my nipples pebble beneath the flimsy garment and sweat beads at the nape of my neck. I feel like it's the edges of my Heat but I'm not due for several weeks yet. But the way I feel says differently.
"No." I say, finding my voice hoarse, my mouth dry, he looks up at me from between my legs and hums again, studies my face as if I'm giving a monologue, I fidget under the scrutiny. The material rustles, I wish I wasn't spread open for him. He forgoes the lube, he always does and we never need it, he pushes the cold metal of the speculum in and begins stretching, he's quicker than the first time, he knows my body well enough to know what to look at, I stare at the ceiling and count back from ten when I feel his fingers slip inside my heated folds, dipping into sensitive parts inside of me that I've never had the courage to look at.
"Your Knotting tissue is fully mature now, there's nothing keeping you from Mating." He says, he's between my legs, I feel his stubble brush the inside of my thigh and I inhale and squeeze my eyes shut, I feel his breath on my skin and between my spread folds, my glands pulse. I feel like my skin isn't mine, like I need to get out of it.
"I'm not overly keen on what comes with a Knot." I say through gritted teeth, his fingers massage my clit and I feel the slick puddle at my arse, it's hot and cools quickly in the air. He's still between my thighs.
"Your body is, your cervix," His thumb pushes against the part inside of me that's always so high and wet for him, I gasp and clench my jaw and my body, trying to maintain the dignity of not cumming. He's stolen all other dignity.
"Open and waiting." He says, he retreats and he's sitting between my legs as if nothing had happened, he's removing the speculum and removing his gloves, my body feels like jelly. I feel like I'm twelve again and going through my first Heat.
"It's going to be waiting for a long time." I say, my voice low and close to a sneer. I don't want a child, a Mate, I don't want to be an object, I want to be me. He gets up and walks to my side, I watch him through the edges of my glasses, he's writing. I hate having him this close, the musky scent of his body drags down my throat, the details of his face, the fine lines ingrained into my mind. I watch, on the edge of an invisible cliff as he moves to where I can't see him, quiet fills the room, my pulse pounds in my ears.
"I don't think so." He says, returning to my side, a syringe in his hand with a thick white liquid inside, it reminds of syrup, almost.
"What do you mea - ?" He plunges it into my neck, it weighs me down like bricks, paralyses my body as I sink into unmovable consciousness. My eyes follow him as he puts the syringe away and turns back to me, he's closer now, I want to move away but can't. I can't move anything except my eyes but even that's becoming harder.
"It's a simple sedative, for spasm prone patients. It'll wear off in a few hours, but that's for later." His fingers stroke my hair, as if I were his Omega and not a patient, he's smiling more now, his eyes affectionate as he bends down and kisses my forehead and then, with the weight of a feather, he kisses my lips. Warm and full against mine.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time." He says, standing and looking over my body, I feel naked despite the gown.
"I'm going to be gentle, Will. Your Heat is only just starting so I will mark you and Knot you and then I'll move you somewhere you'll be far more comfortable." He talks as if he's making sense, as if he's sane. He touches my body with gentle hands that makes my skin crawl. He removes my gown and positions me so I'm laid bare, he uses the stirrups to keep my legs up and open for him, seeing as I can't.
I want to kick and scream, I want to run as the dread bubbles away in my chest, I shouldn't be starting my Heat, I shouldn't be here. He brushes his thumbs over my erect nipples from the cool of the room, he massages the nubs and I wish I could do something. I wish I wasn't awake. He sucks one into his hot mouth, scorches my skin and I wish I could close my eyes but I'm unable to. He switches once he's satisfied.
"I switched your pills, the first time we met. Only a couple at first." He's talking as he stands over me, undressing. Skin that I had imagined in my sleep for so may nights slowly being revealed, I wish my mouth wasn't so dry.
"Calenture and Calefaction." I feel hysteria bubble in place of dread. I feel white edged terror in my veins. I feel bile in the back of my throat. I feel betrayed in my own body.
"I kept switching them until you were only on the Calenture, then I waited." He continues, his torso bare now, his shirt neatly folded atop my clothes. He starts with his belt buckle.
"Now it's time." His trousers, his belt, his boxers, they're all folded and place on top of my clothes. He stands naked at my side and he turns my face so I am forced to look at him. Forced to acknowledge the very part of him that will take away every part of my body and make it his.
"I won't claim your throat, we'll build up to that, when you're ready. When your cunt gapes for all fifteen inches, when your voice quivers with the burning need to be Knotted." His voice sounds as if he's talking me through a routine exam, as if he's taking my temperature and talking about the weather. I wish I could stop my mind but I can't and he moves, walks to the end of the bed only he climbs on top, efficient and careful. I hate the grace of his movements as he settles between my raised legs.
His hands firm and hot on my skin as he caresses my skin.
"You're going to be mine, I'm going to protect you, Will." He vows, I believe him and it terrifies me.
He kisses along the inside of my thighs, my skin breaks into goosebumps, his lips are soft and warm against my skin, his lowers closer and closer until he's back between my thighs only there's no pretence now, there's no boundary keeping him from doing all he desires and so he takes what he wants. He eats me out with vigour. Passion. He makes me cum and if I could I would have screamed and I would have buried him deeper. Being frozen is a mercy. I get to keep the touches that would break me.
He crawls up my body, he's hard muscle against me. I wish I could push him away. My glands itch and my jugular pulses.
He lets his nose drag over my throat, he drinks in my pheromones, releases his open that induce slick and painful contractions from my cervix as it searches for the cum that has yet to be pumped into my body. I starve for it even if I don't want to.
His teeth are sharp and wet and shine in the artificial light, I want to scream as he opens his mouth wide.
I want to thrash and run as he sinks down around my throat.
I want to die as he closes his mouth and white hot pain shoots through my body, blood gushes into his mouth and I'm claimed.
I'm Mated as Hannibal Lecter's Mate.