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“That’s impossible!” Will snapped. The pitying looks from his friends only made his blood boil even hotter. “Stop that!” he clamped his hands over his ears even though everyone in the room remained dead silent. The silence was worse. He shut his eyes and groaned, beginning to feel lightheaded.
A hand to his back steadied him. He fought the urge to lean into the tall Alpha that it belonged to, to press his face into that broad chest and breathe in the scent of teakwood until his heart stopped racing. Shaking off his repressed desires he flinched away from the Alpha’s touch. He didn’t want to open his eyes again, but he decided that seeing the disappointed faces of those he looked up to would be better than collapsing to the floor. Instinctively backing into a corner and hunching his shoulders to appear smaller, he stared down at the floor in defeat.
“If you’re a Beta like you say you are, then going off of the suppressants for awhile shouldn’t affect you at all, correct?” Jack asked. Like always, he sounded impatient and confused. “I don’t see why it’s such a—“ he was quieted by warning glares from Alana and Hannibal, but he still rolled his eyes and huffed loudly in exasperation.
The truth was obvious. Will wasn’t a Beta, or else he wouldn’t react this way to going off of the heat suppressants he’d been taking since he was thirteen, or else he wouldn’t have to spray scent blockers all over himself every day to hide the traces of delicious vanilla and peaches that radiated from the scent gland on his neck, or else he wouldn’t constantly repress every single Omegean instinct he had. He’d hidden for so long under the guise of being a Beta, that he nearly believed it himself.
Identifying as a Beta professionally had worked wonders for him. Only dominant, purebred Alphas could notice his faint Omegean scent underneath the blockers he used, and no one but his general practitioner knew the truth of his secondary gender, but only enough to keep prescribing him heat suppressants. No one could tell his identity just by looking at him, so he managed to convince most people just by giving them his word. He quite enjoyed being left alone in public, drifting through crowds unnoticed, and all the other perks that came with simply not being an Omega.
“Will,” the older Alpha’s smooth voice broke him out of his dissociative daze. Hannibal stepped towards him slowly, one hand outstretched in offering, as one would approach a wounded animal. “Will, whatever happens you’ll be okay. No one will think any less of you if—“
“Don't say it!” Will hissed. Hannibal held up both hands and took a small step back in apology.
Hannibal knew Will was an Omega the first time he saw him. His impeccable sense of smell picked up on the floral Omegean scent immediately, even underneath the horrific scent blockers and sequestered by artificial hormones. The younger man’s cunning mind and rare gift of empathy enticed Hannibal enough. The fact that he was an Omega so desperately trying to deny his own biology even in his thirties was just another puzzle piece in the landscape that was Will Graham. He would uncover the reason soon enough, now that fate had allowed him an opportunity to blow his cover out the window.
“I’m sorry,” Hannibal whispered softly. “You understand why you have to do this, though?” he asked, lowering his eyes to meet the Omega’s watery blues.
Will nodded slowly, even though his knees trembled. He had never not been on suppressants. He’d never even been in heat. Ever. In his life. The thought of it terrified him. He hated not being in control of his own body, and as of late it seemed he had less control than ever. He’d dealt with everything from nauseatingly vivid visions and dreams to full blown hallucinations. But just when he thought maybe, just maybe, the torture was over, he would have to trade mental stability for uncontrollable submissiveness and lust. Since when did I sell my soul to the devil?
It had been five days since the awkward intervention that resulted in Will giving up his lifelong addiction to hormonal heat suppressants and scent blockers. The only way Will could sleep at night (or rather, still not sleep) was the slight possibility that ditching the heat suppressants wouldn’t have any affect on him. The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that nothing would happen and his life would simply go on as usual. He would prove to himself and everyone that he really was a Beta.
After a long night of fragmented sleep and overthinking, Will went to work confident that he was still, and always was, a normal Beta. Maybe years and years of artificial hormones was what messed with his body chemistry, making him insecure of his secondary gender identity.
His head was full of racing thoughts and for the first time in months, hope. He sipped his coffee and shuffled past groups of hurried students on the way to his classroom just like every other weekday morning. Despite his poor night’s sleep he was energetic, almost excited, but for what he didn’t know. It was a new sensation, feeling happy for the first time in what felt like forever. He considered all the potential causes of his upbeat mood, so lost in thought that he didn’t notice heads turning and people stumbling over each other as he walked by.
He was interrupted by an Alpha who was twice his size and built like a quarterback smacking into him like a moving brick wall. He gasped, the air knocking out of his lungs as he was hurdled against the wall. Hot coffee dripped down his front and papers flew around his feet where he dropped his pile of folders and notebooks. He pushed against the arm that pinned his chest to the wall while struggling to catch his breath, which he would soon be needing to yell at his boss.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Jack demanded, his voice low. The veins on his neck strained against his skin and his jaw clenched painfully tight. His brown irises were almost completely eclipsed by the black of his pupils. As soon as Will sucked in a ragged breath to question his weird behavior, he choked on the heavy scent of Alpha.
Will clasped his hand over his mouth and coughing violently. His small frame shook underneath the Alpha, who intentionally barricaded him from the prying eyes of adolescent Alphas. “Will, you smell like sex, you need to get out of here,” the Alpha warned.
“I—what?” he coughed, nearly laughing at how ridiculous it sounded. Maybe he was having some sort of twisted nightmare. He peeked behind Jack’s broad shoulders to look for hints that none of this was real, but all he saw were the hungry gazes of young Alphas and the quizzical stares of Omegas. His throat tightened and he felt the blood drain from his face as realization dawned on him. He swallowed so hard that his Adam’s apple bobbed over his
throat. His cheerful mood was one hundred percent gone.
“J-Jack, what do you mean?” he asked hoarsely.
“You dumbass, you’re about to go into heat. You can’t be around this many hormonal college kids right now. What were you thinking?” Jack ranted. He gripped Will’s shoulders and huddled him down the hall, using his body to part the sea of bodies shuffling down the hall. He glared icily at the young Alphas whose jaws slackened and eyes widened once they traced the delicious scent back to the unlikely professor. Jack was a pure Alpha, and one with authority. His stare alone could leave all the other Alphas in the vicinity cowering in submission.
“N-no, that’s not possi—I mean, I can’t be…” Will stammered as he was herded outside. The fresh air cleared his mind and he twisted out of the Alpha’s grip.
“Will, I’m sorry, but please, go home,” Jack begged, pushing him towards the parking lot. “Lock your doors and windows. Try to sleep it off,” he instructed, keeping his voice calm and leveled. He spoke of it like it was merely a nasty hangover, not a feverish urge to be pinned down and bred. Will didn’t want to believe it, but he drove home anyway. His heart hammered in his chest the entire ride and he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. He was terrified and angry, the intense emotions draining his energy so much that as soon as he walked through his front door he crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
He didn’t wake up until it was already dark outside. His head felt foggy, and his clothes clung to skin that was damp with sweat despite having slept on top of the sheets without the heater on in the middle of February. He groaned and rubbed his eyes drowsily as his dogs moved closer to rub against his legs and press their noses to his palms. They whimpered softly, offering up their sympathy for what their master was going through.
“I don’t want to,” Will whispered to himself as a chill traveled down his spine, leaving his joints aching and muscles tensed. “I’m just having some kind of withdrawals. Or I’m just sick,” he thought aloud, desperately trying to convince himself he was experiencing anything other than heat. His dogs whimpered quietly in response, looking up at him with sad eyes. It reminded him of the way his friends had looked at him five days ago.
He bolted off the bed and lunged towards the kitchen counter to grab his car keys. He didn’t want to go through this alone, and there was only one person he trusted enough to help him. One person who could possibly give him answers, or offer up some sort of comfort. Ironically, it was the same person who suggested he stop taking heat suppressants during his recovery in the first place, and that person also happened to be a purebred Alpha.
Hannibal received a concerned call from Jack around eleven in the morning. In a solemn voice, the other Alpha informed him that his favorite Omega was going into heat. He grinned, but answered in a somber tone, feigning concern for the profiler. Relief washed over him when Jack mentioned sending Will home. He couldn’t bear the thought of hundreds of horny teenagers ogling his soon-to-be mate.
In all the hours since the call from Jack, all he could think about was the gorgeous Omega flushed and on the edge of heat. He tried calling three times, but Will never answered. The silence made him uneasy, but he managed to resist the urge to drive to Wolf Trap and make sure his Omega was still alive. He hoped for Will’s sake that he was asleep, because there wouldn’t be much time for sleep in the week ahead. He would “check” on him tomorrow, and by then he would surely be deep under the influence of his nature. He wouldn’t make it too easy though. He had to show some amount of restraint before giving in, or else he risked losing Will’s trust. He wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t overtly consensual, even if it meant pushing the Omega to the point of begging shamelessly for Hannibal to take him.
He fantasized about his prospective mate as he sipped his after dinner wine. He had never had sexual relations with an Omega. He wasn’t keen on having partners who groveled at his feet for praise or submitted to his every command without a second thought. He stuck to Betas and other Alphas, since he felt like they were on equal ground. He restrained himself around most Omegas with no problem, finding their pungent scents and overbearing personalities repulsive, but Will Graham was the exception. He wasn’t overly submissive or simple-minded like the Omegas that flaunted themselves around in his higher class social circles. As a purebred Alpha, and one with money, he was quite popular among unmated Omegas, at least until they grew tired of never being able to impress him and moved on to the next eligible Alpha.
Just before he was about to get up and prepare himself for bed, a frantic knocking on the front door interrupted his thoughts. He smiled uncontrollably as he breathed in the heavenly scent of warm vanilla and ripe peaches, already so thick before Will had even set foot inside. He marched over to the door and wrenched it open, painting a look of shock and confusion onto his face as he looked down at Will.
“Will?” he asked, stepped back and letting the disheveled Omega stumble forward into the house. “Are you alright? Jack called me earlier. I was worried about you, but you didn’t answer your phone,”
Will’s eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated and eyelids fluttering like he was fighting sleep. His cheeks were flushed and his skin was clammy with sweat. Panting softly like he’d been running, he licked his full, pink lips and looked up at the Alpha as if he were a god. “I—“ he started, pausing to catch his breath. “I think I’m sick. Something’s wrong…”
Hannibal guided the Omega down the hall and into his living room, sitting him down on the couch and draping an arm over his shoulders protectively. “I’m having a bad reaction. I need the pills back,” Will whimpered, biting his lip as he stared up at Hannibal pleadingly.
Hannibal smiled solemnly although he was actually thrilled. He lightly caressed Will’s face in one hand and pressed his other palm to the younger man’s damp forehead. “I don’t think you’re having an unnatural reaction,” he said carefully. “You are in heat, Will,”
“No,” Will moaned, voice breaking. He wrapped his arms around his body and curled in on himself. Hannibal pulled the distressed Omega close to his chest to scent him. His pants tightened at the dizzying scent of Omega and the press of his soft skin against his body, but he refrained from making any sudden movements. To his pleasure, Will scented him back, nuzzling against the Alpha’s shoulder and breathing in his inviting scent.
“It’s nice isn’t it?” Hannibal asked, lowering his voice and carefully stroking Will’s loose curls.
“Am I—am I really an Omega?” Will asked quietly.
“I’m certain of it,” Hannibal assured him. Will sighed, clutching Hannibal’s shirt in his fists as it dawned on him that the purebred Alpha probably knew since the day they met. “But if it would make you feel better, there is another way I can prove it,”
Will nodded, lifting his head up from Hannibal’s shoulder. “Please,” he whimpered.
Hannibal smiled warmly, stroking his Omega’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Of course,” he whispered, watching Will’s shoulders relax as he spoke. He reached towards Will, slowing himself when the Omega instinctively jolted at the sudden touch. “May I?” he asked as he started unbuttoning Will’s shirt.
Will nodded, “O-okay,” he breathed, watching Hannibal move his shirt back to expose his bare chest and then reach down to unzip Will’s pants. He tensed at the sudden feeling of nakedness, feeling more heat rush to his face as Hannibal eyed him hungrily.
“You definitely smell like an Omega,” Hannibal started. “You’re short, thin-bodied…” he trailed his fingers down Will’s chest, making him flinch. “You have fine features, blue eyes…” he traced the curve of Will’s jawline with a feather-light touch. “If it weren’t for those scent blockers you were using before, I would have thought you were a purebred Omega,”
Will looked away. He wanted to be angry with that comment, but instead his heart fluttered in his chest like a lovesick schoolgirl. He really thinks I’m that attractive? A purebred Alpha? He almost couldn’t believe it. Surely, the smell of his heat was causing Hannibal to say things he didn’t mean. But the thought of the doctor saying such things to him just to get in his pants made his stomach drop.
Will snapped his head back when Hannibal tugged his pants off. “What—“ he started, gasping as his legs were spread apart and his naked body was consumed by deep sanguine eyes. He whimpered as Hannibal ran a finger along the cleft of his ass, staring down at him in wonder.
“You’re soaking wet,” Hannibal mused, pulling his finger back to look at the collection of sweet-smelling pearlescent fluid that coated his skin.
“Hannibal—“ Will moaned softly. He had been too distracted to notice the dampness in between his legs. But now he was painfully aware of the slick that coated his inner thighs and dripped onto the leather couch beneath him. He bit his lip to stop himself from making more erotic sounds as Hannibal pushed his legs farther apart and knelt in between them.
“When male Omegas are in heat, their prostate gland gets swollen and can be felt underneath the skin,” he explained, pushing two long fingers into the slick entrance.
Will cried out and clenched around Hannibal’s fingers. He laid his head back against the couch and bit his lip even harder in attempt to control the sounds he made. Even after tasting blood, he couldn’t stop himself from mewling and moaning as Hannibal pushed deeper inside of him, stretching and massaging his warm, pulsating walls along the way. Finally, he curled his fingers and pressed right into the soft, swollen bundle of nerves. Will half-screamed, half-moaned in response. He’d never felt that far into himself before, afraid of what he’d find. But there it was. Hannibal curled his fingers around it and massaged it gently, and white spots danced across Will’s eyes.
“There it is,” Hannibal said, void of emotion. He surveyed Will’s reaction as he began to pull his fingers back out. Desperation clouded the younger man’s expression and he grabbed Hannibal’s wrist to hold him in place.
“Don’t—don’t take them out,” he said weakly, heat-driven lust filling his eyes.
Hannibal started moving his hand back anyway, wanting to watch the Omega lose his self control and beg for it. Will’s hand tightened around Hannibal’s wrist and he moaned again. “Please, right there. Do it more right there,” he panted, eyes rolling back into his head from the sparks of pleasure that jolted through his body as the doctor’s long fingers teased his pulsing walls. He bucked his hips and tried to push himself further onto Hannibal’s fingers, making x-rated mewls and whimpers as his hand shook with the effort of holding the older man’s wrist in place. “Please,” he nearly sobbed, biting his lip until he tasted blood again. “I-I just need…”
Hannibal grinned deviously while Will’s eyes were shut, watching his cheeks turn scarlet and his wet lips part as he moaned and whimpered beneath him. He held all the cards right now, a notion that made his dominant side ignite. Growling with primal urgency, Hannibal ripped Will’s hand away from his wrist and slipped a third finger in. He leaned over Will, settling in between his hot, damp thighs to press their chest together. He rolled his hips along with the thrusting motion of his hand as he plunged deeper into Will’s soft, endless warmth. “Does it feel good here?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal and lust.
Will couldn’t form words, so he just moaned more in response. His voice grew higher and his legs trembled the longer Hannibal fingered him. He bucked against Hannibal’s hand, desperate for friction against his neglected cock. When he couldn’t stand to bite his bruised lip any longer, he threw his arm up to cover his face in the crook of his elbow and screamed with reckless abandon. He arched his back off the couch and clawed at Hannibal’s shirt with his free hand as he came all over both of their chests with a long, drawn out moan.
Hannibal stared down at the wrecked Omega in awe before pulling his hand away and sitting back. He composed himself with a deep breath before diving into his next act. “I have a guest room. You should get some rest, stay here for the night. I can give you a mild sedative, but if you need anything else…” He stood up and smoothed his shirt down, dabbing at the wet spots in the fabric with a handkerchief. He was barely out of breath, and only slightly tousled. There wasn’t even a change in his voice. As always, he exhibited complete control over his body.
Will groaned and reached out for Hannibal as he stood up. “Don’t leave,” he whined, pushing himself up onto his knees.
“I’ll be right here,” Hannibal said, facing the edge of the couch and stroking Will’s damp hair back. Will continued to tug at his shirt, pulling him closer until he was face-level with Hannibal’s crotch. Moving fast and feverishly, Will unbuckled Hannibal’s belt and nuzzled his face against the bulge forming in his pants. Hannibal tightened his grip on Will’s hair as a half-hearted warning, but he didn’t push him away. He was too curious to see how far Will would go.
“Mmm, it smells so good here,” Will panted, his breath warm against the sensitive skin in between Hannibal’s hipbones. He no longer sounded like himself. His eyes were glazed over like he was drugged and his hands were uncharacteristically warm as they pulled Hannibal’s fully erect cock out of his underwear. He rubbed it against his flushed face and purred, “It’s so big,” he moaned, causing Hannibal to twitch in anticipation.
Hannibal groaned, realizing he may have overestimated his self control. He gripped Will’s hair tighter and pulled his head back. Big blue eyes blinked up at him. He sighed, “Will, we shouldn’t do this. Your first heat should be with someone you want to be with. You’ll regret it if we do this now, and I could never forgive myself for taking advantage of you,”
Will whined impatiently, “But I want to do it now. I want to be with you,” He reached behind himself and started pushing his own fingers into his dripping hole. “Please…please, put it in me,” he begged, his voice breaking. He moved in and out of himself with ease, sugary sweet slick dripping down his thighs. Hannibal’s mouth watered as he watched, unable to take his eyes off of Will. The Omega’s smaller cock bounced off of his stomach, already rock hard and weeping.
Hannibal had definitely overestimated his self restraint. He growled deeply, grabbing Will by the collar of his shirt and throwing him back onto the couch. He climbed on top of him, gripping the soft flesh of his thighs as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against Will’s sodden entrance. Will moaned in satisfaction as Hannibal’s thick member breached him. He wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck and pulled him closer, lifting his legs up to wrap them around Hannibal’s waist. He was locked down now, the inviting heat of Will’s passage pulling him in and clenching down around him. There was no turning back now.
Hannibal paused halfway inside of Will, stopping himself from potentially hurting the virgin Omega. “Fuck,” he cursed sharply, hips trembling with the need to fill Will with his knot. Will whined impatiently, lifting his hips to take more of Hannibal. He was surprisingly resilient, his body so pliable and ready all on its own.
“Please,” Will cried, grinding against the the hard Alpha above him. He pushed his heels into Hannibal’s back and grappled with the back of his shirt. “Please, Hannibal,” he moaned. “I need it,”
Hannibal smiled against Will’s neck. He had all the convincing he needed. “I have to get a condom first, mylimasis,” he breathed, kissing Will’s cheek. Will whined when Hannibal pulled away, sitting up and reaching into a little drawer beneath the coffee table. “Patience, dear,” Hannibal cooed, tossing the empty wrapper to the floor and rolling the latex over his purple cock. Will bucked his hips into the air, hands roaming down to fill himself.
Hannibal swatted Will’s hands away with a click of his tongue. “Needy little thing,” he chastised, feeding his throbbing cock back into Will’s slick heat. Will moaned, pulling Hannibal’s face down to kiss his lips sloppily. Hannibal kissed the Omega back, knotting his curls in his hand to steady his head and give him the tender loving he deserved.
Hannibal thrust forward sharply, breathing in Will’s delectable scent straight from his scent gland. Tight muscles contracted around him as he moved back and forth, gaining speed with each thrust. Will moaned and whimpered against Hannibal’s neck, scenting him back with small, fervent licks. He’d always loved Hannibal’s scent, more than that of any other Alphas he’d met. He felt safe, protected, and at home whenever he sensed it, even though it had taken him so long to admit it to himself.
After several minutes of feverish thrusting and moaning, Hannibal pulled out, ripping the condom off, and came all over Will’s chest, adding to the pool of spent on his gorgeous fair skin. It pained him not to plug the Omega with his burning knot, but he knew it was more important to wait.
Will sighed softly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the cushions as he drifted to sleep. Hannibal chuckled, leaning back down to kiss Will’s forehead before cradling his thin body into his arms and carrying him up the stairs bridal style. As much as he wanted to curl up with the Omega in his own bed, he kept his word and placed him gently in the guest room.
Will woke up with his cheek pressed into a feathery pillow and his body wrapped in downy blankets. He purred, loving how the silky fabric felt on his bare skin. He curled up and hugged the pillow tighter, wanting to sink into the memory foam mattress and fall back asleep. But before he could close his eyes again, a burning ache in the pit of his stomach roused him. He groaned and rolled onto his back, suddenly remembering that he was not in his own house. He jolted upright, clutching the sheets to his chest as he looked down at himself and noticed that he was completely nude. Panic took over his mind and body, making his heart race and sweat bead on his forehead. He whined softly, looking around the strange room for an escape route.
He calmed himself down enough to regain some of his memories from earlier that night. He knew where he was: at Hannibal Lecter’s house. Before he could be comforted by the fact that he wasn’t with a stranger, the blood drained from his face and his stomach flipped as he realized what he’d done. The fact that he was definitely an Omega and he was currently going through his first ever heat was enough to make his bones chill. But what was possibly even worse was the fact that he’d driven to his psychiatrist's house, who happened to be a purebred Alpha, and literally begged him to fuck him.
“Put it in me….Please…I need it…It’s so big…” He didn’t even recognize his own voice. He’d become something primal and barely even human. He was mortified at his lack of restraint and repulsed by the fact that he had no control over his own body anymore.
He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, curling the sheets around his body in an attempt to make a nest. As soon as he realized what he was doing he threw the blankets off of the bed, his throat constricting as he shivered from the frigid air coming in through the open window.
The ache in his stomach returned, stronger now, making him gasp and curl in on himself. He winced, fisting the sheets, as the throbbing ache travelled lower. It was an empty, hollow feeling, much like hunger, but for something other than food. It was a hunger like he hadn’t eaten in days, a weak, burning desire, an itch that needed to be scratched. He laid back down and curled into a ball, breathing heavily as he tried to get himself under control. He’d controlled himself for twenty years, but now he didn’t have the hormone pills that let him repress his biology.
“Alpha,” he cried as his cock grew painfully hard and slick gushed between his legs. He pressed his face into the pillow, breathing deeply to pick up any scent the Alpha had left behind, while he slipped his fingers into himself. He was desperate to be filled, but his own fingers weren’t enough. He needed more, he needed it deeper, he needed to be fucked and knotted by an Alpha.
Panting, he sat up and stared at the bedroom door. There was an Alpha in this house, just down the hall. He’d already helped him once, he could do it again, maybe even giving Will his knot this time. Will salivated, thinking about going back to the Alpha and fulfilling his needs. He winced as a wave of pain flickered through his insides, adding more pressure on his lower belly where the fire raged on. He groaned and forced his hand deeper inside of himself, slick dripping down his wrist and pooling onto the sheets. He clenched his legs together and whimpered, on the verge of tears. He wanted the Alpha so badly, but he was also just lucid enough to know how wrong it was.
I shouldn’t even be here…I should just get to my car and leave. He glanced around frantically for his clothes and car keys, but they were nowhere to be found. Dammit, he thought, biting his lip and staring back up at the door. Hannibal must have taken his keys, figuring it wasn’t safe for Will to drive in this state, and he was probably right. But his clothes too? He huffed impatiently. He couldn’t leave naked, and just wandering through the house in search of his clothes would probably just lead him straight back to the Alpha. He had a sneaking suspicion that this was planned, but his head was too foggy to dwell on the possibility just yet. He would have to forgive Hannibal later, or not.
I should get him anyway. He’s a doctor, he might have something he can give me for this, Will rationalized. He knew that going anywhere near the Alpha would break him down into a pleading, slobbering, slutty mess, but he held on to a sliver of hope that Hannibal had more self control than he did.
He lunged off of the bed before he could change his mind, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders as he crossed the cold, hardwood floor. Luckily—or unluckily—the door wasn’t locked. He stumbled into the second story hallway, following the scent of his Alpha to the door at the end of the hall. He curled his hand around the doorknob hesitantly, shivering as the pheromones from inside the master bedroom made his body ache and his cock throb.
“Hannibal,” he whispered. A needy sound, something between a moan and a sob, escaped his throat. The Alpha, who had been sound asleep seconds before, stirred awake at the sound. As soon as his instincts picked up the scent of distressed Omega, he bolted upright and flicked the lamp at his bedside table on. The light illuminated the figure of his flushed, trembling Omega in the doorway. His lip was swollen and red from biting down on it and tears wetted his cheeks. He stared at the Alpha pleadingly, terrified and helpless.
Hannibal held his arms out and Will darted across the room to huddle against the Alpha’s chest. He clutched the back of Hannibal’s night shirt like he was suspended over the edge of a cliff and it was all he had to save him. He pressed his nose into the Alpha’s scent gland, letting the woodsy aroma comfort him. He forgot why he’d waited so long to go to him. All he could feel was relief that he wasn’t alone anymore.
“Come here, sweet boy,” Hannibal said softly, pulling Will onto the bed with him and cradling his small body close to his chest. He scented the Omega back, tightening his grip around his slim waist and nuzzling into his neck possessively.
Will pulled back to gaze into the older man’s eyes, which were already darkening with hunger. “Alpha, please, I need…” he panted, pushing himself into Hannibal’s lap.
Hannibal gripped Will’s hair and tugged hard enough to make him whine softly and go still. An Omega in heat was completely submissive to an Alpha by nature, but he obeyed his master with the expectation of being taken care of in return, and Hannibal intended to do just that.
“Move down,” he ordered, pushing Will off of his lap to settle down in between his legs. Will stared up at him, his eyes glazed over and his expression vacant. “Open your mouth,” Hannibal cupped Will’s chin in his hand and guided his face down to his crotch. Cheeks burning pink, the Omega rubbed his face into the aromatic bulge. Hannibal growled impatiently and Will hurriedly pulled him out of his satin nightwear. He purred and moaned happily as he kissed and licked along the length of the Alpha’s sex, lips teasing the head. He closed his eyes and tasted the heavy scent of his Alpha, reaching between his own legs to push two fingers inside of his drenched opening and rut against the palm of his hand feverishly.
Hannibal pulled Will’s hair again, forcing him to open his eyes and look up at him. He was absolutely sublime, salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs and blinking slowly with lust-filled blue eyes. Hannibal shoved himself back into Will’s warm mouth, pushing his head down to take more of his length. Will moaned, moving his tongue over the tight skin and teasing the sensitive area where the Alpha’s knot would form. Hannibal growled in response, gripping Will’s hair tighter and resisting the urge to thrust down his throat and inevitably choke him. Will moved up and down sloppily, moaning as he worked himself impatiently at the same time.
“Stop,” Hannibal pulled Will off of him. He looked confused and disappointed at first, but then smiled as he realized that Hannibal wanted to move on to the next step.
He crawled forward on his hands and knees and straddled Hannibal’s lap as he fumbled for another condom. As soon as his cock was sheathed, Will reached behind himself to guide the tip into his sodden hole. He gasped as he slid down onto it, stretching widely but easily due to the copious amount of slick.
Hannibal dug his fingers into Will’s thighs as he lowered him onto his cock. He held himself back from bucking his hips into Will’s delicious warmth, instead taking in the sight of the small Omega stretching to take all of him. Slick gushed out of Will’s opening and down Hannibal’s length, letting him slide down gracefully.
Will halted his descent only half of the way down Hannibal’s shaft. He threw his head back and moaned loudly, sweat dripping from forehead and down his chin onto his chest, making his body glisten in the soft light. He was so full, he didn’t think he could take any more. Precum dripped down his own erect length, his hips stuttering as he struggled to fit the rest of the Alpha inside of him.
Hannibal grunted, finally giving in and thrusting up into Will until he bottomed out inside him. Will’s mouth fell open in a silent scream and he grabbed Hannibal’s shirt to steady himself. “Oh!” Will gasped as soon as he caught his breath. He blinked the tears out of his eyes and looked down his body at the bump in his belly where Hannibal’s cock pushed against his insides. He whined, rutting his hips forward. Hannibal growled, gripping the back of Will’s neck and pulling him against his chest. Will nuzzled his face into Hannibal’s neck as Hannibal took control, moving Will’s body up and down on his cock like he was merely a doll and bucking his hips off of the bed to push himself in even deeper.
Will flinched as his cock twitched and spurted semen all over his and Hannibal’s stomachs. Hannibal reached between them to grip Will’s leaking cock, surprised that he remained erect even after cumming. Will moaned, “It’s…so big,” he panted, his voice low and breathless.
Hannibal chuckled in amusement, throbbing as he was completely submerged in Will’s liquid heat. The Omega on top of him moaned and trembled, moving up and down again instinctively. Their skin collided with a lewd slapping sound every time Hannibal pulled Will’s hips down and bucked his hips up to fill every inch of him.
“Aah, more, more, Alpha, please,” Will moaned, his movements and words completely out of his control. Hannibal purred, obeying his Omega’s demands just to see the wrecked expression on his face and hear his desperate moaning. “I want you to…want you to come inside me,” he begged, voice higher.
“I’ll come in you a hundred times, baby,” Hannibal in a deep and gravelly voice. He grabbed Will’s hips and pulled him off of his dick. Slick dripped from the fluttering hole above him and onto his chest before he flipped Will onto his back. Will whined impatiently, arching his back off the bed and stroking himself with the slick that covered the insides of his thighs. He panted and groaned, biting his lip harder and drawing blood. “You don’t have to be so impatient, Will,” Hannibal chided, spreading the Omega’s legs apart before him.
Without wasting another precious second, Hannibal slid back into his lover’s wet entrance. Will sighed in relief as Hannibal entered him again, and Hannibal groaned loudly as he bottomed out in the first thrust, unable to help himself. Will moaned, tearing at the back of Hannibal’s shirt and wrapping his legs around Hannibal’s waist tightly. Hannibal leaned in and worked the Omega’s delicious mouth open with his tongue until they were kissing violently, biting each other’s lips to taste each other’s coppery blood.
Hannibal finally ceded the kiss and moved his lips down Will’s neck and over his chest. He caught a pebbled nipple in between his lips, running his tongue over it and suckling gently. Will reacted like a properly trained whore, arching into Hannibal’s mouth and moaning his pleasure shamelessly. His fingers strayed to Hannibal’s hair, running through it and tugging lightly whenever Hannibal hit him with a particularly hard thrust. “Oh, god, that feels so good, Dr. Lecter,” he purred in between labored breaths.
Hannibal pushed Will’s hips off of the bed and claimed his mouth in another endless kiss. Will trembled underneath him, fists kneading his hair, the back of his shirt, and the bedsheets on their own accord. He spread his legs farther and higher, running his calves along Hannibal’s sides and pressing his heels into the small of his back. He wanted to hold him there, make it so he could never leave.
“Knot me,” Will moaned provocatively, throwing his head back against the pillows to expose his pale, unmarked neck. Overcome with emotion and lust, Hannibal sunk his teeth into the sensitive scent gland on Will’s neck, burrowing himself as deep as he could inside his pulsing heat. Will screamed, the mixture of pain and pleasure so intense his ears rang and red clouded his vision.
With another lovely moan, Will came again, glazing his stomach and chest in white. Hannibal followed suit soon after, his knot swelling to the point where he couldn’t move back out after he thrust in. He groaned low and deep as his orgasm ripped through the condom, pouring his seed into the deepest part of Will and plugging it with his thick knot. He sighed and collapsed on top of the Omega, holding his shuddering body close to his chest.
Will drifted into unconsciousness barely a minute after they finished. He was finally satisfied, the burning ache under his skin relieved and replaced with the warm fullness of his Alpha’s knot. He was so far gone, and already so wet, that he didn’t even notice the Alpha’s cum filling him.
“My darling,” Hannibal whispered against Will’s soft hair as he shifted them both onto their sides as his knot deflated. Will slept like the dead, only occasional soft murmurs and twitching fingers. Hannibal stroked his hair endearingly from behind him. He never wanted to take his eyes off of the Omega—his Omega. He nuzzled Will’s neck, licking the bite mark on his skin to clean the wound and help it heal faster. By morning, it would be a silvery white scar, barely noticeable over Will’s fair skin, but its presence would deter any other Alpha from taking him. From now on, everyone would know that Will Graham, the Omega, belonged to Hannibal.