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Will didn’t understand why they were even giving the criminal the time of day. In his mind, they should have been locked in a jail cell and left there for eternity.
He was sitting in the passenger seat of a vehicle, staring out the window as the forest whizzed passed around them. He couldn’t appreciate the red, orange, purple leaves of autumn though. His mind was stuck on the case.
Hannibal Lector was a notorious head of a criminal ring that kidnapped and trained omegas for wealthy buyers. It could be anything from sex slaves to novalty pets to entertainment to house staff to any combination of the above. He was a stern, powerful alpha and when he had been arrested, Will’s entire police department had celebrated with drinks and relief.
Will, especially, had celebrated the most.
While omegas weren’t looked down as much as they had been, say, a decade earlier, Will was still the only omega in his department. He had been hired almost on a fluke and had worked his way diligently up from there. Now, he was proud to show off his badge and uniform, though he still had to throw his weight around to be taken seriously by the other alphas and few betas he worked with.
It had been a shock to everyone when a new incident that found a half dozen omegas in a random storage shed seemed covered in the signs that all pointed to Hannibal’s ring being active again.
When the alpha had been brought in, he had had enough charisma to negotiate the terms of his arrest. He would give up names and locations of other high ranking members of the ring, as long as he didn’t have to rot in a cell for the rest of his life.
Will hadn’t been surprised when his demands had been given into. Of course, Will hadn’t been working on the case himself, but he was furious as someone who had tortured and sold omegas had gotten off so easy.
Now, Hannibal was under house arrest, given a secure place far enough into the woods that he couldn’t bother anyone. Practically a mansion, Will thought with disgust. Hannibal was under constant observation of course, but he was delivered groceries and other necessities weekly and as far as Will was concerned, lived a life of luxury despite his crimes.
His stomach was twisted with knots.
When evidence had surfaced that Hannibal’s criminal ring could potentially be active again, he had thrown himself into the case, demanding that he be allowed to investigate. He wanted these people arrested, properly, and put behind bars.
Not given some luxurious house to retire to.
And now that Will was on the case, he would make sure of it.
The cruiser turned a final corner, and the mansion came into view. And okay, Will wanted to call it a mansion but it wasn’t that big. Two stories beside a basement, a small lawn surrounded by a barbed wire fence with security cameras. Will knew that the inside wasn’t too grand either--several bedrooms, offices, two bathrooms, a modest kitchen, sitting areas. Technology in the place was kept to a minimum but as far as Will was concerned, Hannibal was given anything he could want and then some.
Will swallowed hard as his coworker driving the cruiser turned the key and opened the door. When he climbed out, Will didn’t have any other excuse. He followed suit, unable to stop himself from fidgeting as he waited for all their IDs to be scanned and the gate to authorize them to open and let them in.
There were only two other cruisers besides the one he had ridden in, a total of six officers including himself to subdue Hannible if things got violent.
Will told himself it was just his omega nerves telling him that that wasn’t enough.
They could deal with this. He had graduated at the top of his class from the academy and could hold himself well enough in hand-to-hand combat--it was a necessity--and Will trusted his coworkers to be just as strong.
There wasn’t any reason to knock or ring the doorbell, so another officer used a key on a fob to unlock the front door and they walked into the house.
The inside was warm and homely, inviting, like an omega had decorated the space, and it all smelled like home cooking and good food.
Will’s stomach turned.
“Come on,” Dylans, an easy going alpha that had been promoted near the same time as Will, said, leading the way into the house. “He knew we were coming.”
He led the way into the house until they came to a sitting area. A set of drinks were already set up on the coffee table, and while there were plenty of seats on the couches and armchairs, no one made a move to sit.
Will swallowed hard when he saw Hannibal.
The alpha sat with his legs crossed nonchalantly, regarding them all with cool calculation over the rim of the glass he was sipping out of.
“Gentlemen,” he said, being the first one to break the tense silence. “You’ve heard my terms.”
Terms? Will glanced briefly at the officers around him. He hadn’t heard any terms yet.
“Chief just needed a few days to get everything in order,” Dylans said. “But we agree.”
Hannibal’s cold gaze settled on Will and a smile curved one side of his mouth. He looked like a predator eyeing down prey, and Will shivered. He hated alphas that acted like the old laws and dynamics were still in place, acted like omegas were lesser or second-class and could be treated as such.
With his criminal past, Will guessed that that was exactly how Hannibal saw him, singling him out as the only omega of the group.
“Good,” Hannibal said and suddenly moved, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward to set his half-finished drink on the coffee table. “I expect to have access immediately as well as anything I need or wish to order is delivered in a prompt and timely manner.”
“Of course,” Dylans said.
And Will still had no idea what they were talking about. They had already conceded so much to this alpha, and now they were going to give more? He didn’t want to negotiate with a criminal, and the whole reason he had begged to be on the case was to make sure Hannibal was given justice for everything he had done.
Will jolted as the two alphas on either side of him suddenly grabbed his arms, pinning him in place.
He opened his mouth to demand what was going on but he felt the hands of the beta standing behind him on his hips, unclipping his belt of tools and disarming him in a moment. Will looked at them in confusion, dread settling in his stomach as he started to smell Hannibal’s eagerness.
“Chancey, Jackson, what are you doing?” he demanded.
Neither of his coworkers responded, only dragging him forward and shoving him in front of Hannibal. Their heavy hands meant that he couldn’t twist or run away, and Will gulped as Hannibal leered over him.
“I’ll take it from here, gentlemen,” Hannibal said, as if he were taking books off their hands and not someone they literally worked with.
Before Will could react, Hannibal was fastening a smooth leather collar around his throat, and he was trapped, tethered to the criminal by a leash. Only then did Chancey and Jackson let Will go, and he immediately jerked away, yanking hard on the leash and scrambling to undo the buckle and run away.
He wasn’t even looking for a physical attack, so Hannibal’s hand cracked across his face, snapping his head to the side and sending him crumbling to the floor as his world was suddenly thrown off. The pain and surprise was still ringing in his ears before Will could pull himself together.
By the time he was blinking back to his body, Hannibal was giving a cordial goodbye to the other officers, and Will was just in time to hear the front door close and click with a lock.
“What the fuck is going on?!” he snarled, kicking away from Hannibal and scrambling back as far as the leash would let him.
Hannibal, surprisingly, didn’t yank him back, just let him retreat with a condescending smile.
“You dumb thing,” he said. “The only omega in your department they tell me. I bet you thought you were the hot shot, that everyone respected you because you worked your way up, just like they did, hm?”
Hannibal smelled like triumphant victory, like a cat that had a bird under its claws, chai and spice that stung at Will’s eyes and made them water.
“You thought that they respected you, accepted you working alongside them as normal.” Hannibal continued. “Only to be sold out at the first chance they got. It’s almost amusing to see your world crumbling around you.”
“The terms?” Will said, mouth dry in horror.
“I cooperated with them before,” Hannibal said. “I agreed to cooperate again. But this house has been so boring. I don’t have much to do, you see. I told them to give me an omega, something wild and stupid that I could train again, and I would tell them anything they needed to know.”
Will wanted to throw up. “Those bastards,” he spat.
“This is just the way of the world, omega,” Hannibal said. “The alphas on the top, the omegas on the bottom. I think you just forgot your place in it, and I will take great pleasure in reminding you where you belong.”
Will was trying to pick at the collar as discreetly as possible, but Hannibal wrapped the leash around his wrist and stepped close to him, sinking so fluidly into a crouch that Will’s instincts labeled him as a predator and went crazy with warnings.
“Let’s start simple,” Hannibal said, snagging one of the other drinks and holding it out to Will. “Drink.”
Will didn’t trust that in the slightest and he glared at Hannibal.
“An omega is to obey immediately, without question,” Hannibal said, still offering the drink to him. “I see we have a long way to go.”
Will bared his teeth at him. “If you think for a second that I’m going to submit or roll-over or whatever other sick idea you have for omegas, then you’re wrong. You’re so fucking wrong.”
Hannibal chuckled and gave an abrupt yank on the leash that caught Will off guard. He was pulled forward, and he had to let go of both the collar and the least in order to catch himself before he collapsed at Hannibal’s feet.
Before he could push himself away, Hannibal had him by the back of the collar, keeping him face down on all fours. He threaded his fingers through Will’s hair and yanked his head back, pressing the glass to his mouth as it fell open with a gasp of pain.
“Swallow,” Hannibal said in a dark, stern voice that made Will’s inner omega cringe and immediately obey.
The glass was empty before he realized what was happening, and then the next moment, he was immediately woozy. The room spun as Hannibal let him go and pushed himself to his feet, but Will couldn’t find the strength or even motivation to jump to his feet and fight.
“The department informed me you have a suppressant prescription,” Hannibal said, talking as if Will wasn’t curled at his feet. “It will take a day or two for your system to clear it out. This will be my first lesson to you--an omega is to maintain a natural, healthy lifestyle, and not ruin one’s body with such things.”
Will groaned. Whatever fucking medication Hannibal had slipped him was hitting him like a truck, that double-standard fucker, Will wanted to snap at him. But he was scared the moment he opened his mouth he would vomit.
Or moan.
He couldn’t tell which as the room slowly faded around him.
Will woke up slowly, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. Like the fact that his arms were stretched over his head and tied there. Like how he was completely naked.
Like how Hannibal’s fingers were thrusting into him, squelching wetly as they scissored him open and Will couldn’t help but groan.
Hannibal had long, dexterous fingers, like a piano player, and they reached further into Will that he was normally able to do himself.
And God , was he wet.
The suppressants that the department required him to take kept his libido down, making him ‘less of a distraction’ to his alpha coworkers and the criminals they pulled off the street. It was some offhanded sexist explanation but Will didn’t mind using lube.
He had forgotten just how wet he would get.
Hannibal’s long, torturous fingers plunged into him, squelching lewdly before pulling out. Will could feel the way slick bubbled out of him, sticky and a betrayal to how easily his body was manipulated.
“Awake, I see,” Hannibal said as he pulled away.
Will groaned again, cursing himself for not faking sleep longer, and tried to push himself up. He didn’t get far, with how tight the straps were, and he had to take a moment to evaluate his position.
His arms were pulled tight over his head, secured at the corners of the table he was laying on. The wood ended at his waist, and his legs were pushed off to each side, his knees hooked over the corners and his ankles secured to the legs so he was pulled painfully open. There was some wooden prop under his lower back, forcing his spin into a harsh curve that limited how much he could struggle.
Will would guess that the table had been made specifically to immobilize omegas.
He wasn’t in some dark, dingy dungeon, like he expected of Hannibal. And then he felt stupid for thinking that.
He knew the layout of Hannibal’s house, it was common department knowledge, and there wasn’t a dungeon . At most, there was a basement pantry, and Will didn’t think that could be dark or intimidating.
Instead, he was spread wide in the middle of the living room, the room that Hannibal had greeted them in before Will had been betrayed. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed between then and now, but the curtains of the impressive bay windows were pulled back to let sunlight stream in.
Will’s skin prickled with the heat but also with shame.
He was illuminated so casually, his nakedness on display for anyone in the room. Like he was an art piece to be admired and stared at.
“I’m so glad you woke up so quickly,” Hannibal said, scooping a hand towel off a small desk and cleaning his hands. “It means we can start the actual training.”
Will let his head fall back with a sigh, closing his eyes against the situation. “Fuck you,” he said.
Hannibal tsked. “Such vulgar words from an omega,” he said. “Indecent. By the time I’m done with you, you will speak, act, and live as a proper, traditional omega should.”
Will turned his head, burying his face in his arm as best he could as if that would change his situation. “You’re insane.”
“Let’s start with what an omega is not allowed to have,” Hannibal said, apparently choosing to ignore the insults.
With his eyes closed, Will wasn’t ready for Hannibal’s fingers again, plunging into him and scooping out globs of slick, pulling unwilling moans from his mouth.
“An omega,” Hannibal said, as if here were narrating a how-to book, unemotional and cursurey. “Is not allowed anything without their alpha’s permission.”
Will’s eyes flew open as Hannibal’s hands circled his dick, stroking him up and down with the way slicked by Will himself. It was so dirty and wrong and good that when Hannibal just held his pointer finger and thumb in a loose circle, Will couldn’t help but try to fuck his hips up.
He didn’t get very far with the prop under his back but that didn’t stop him from trying.
“Pleasure,” Hannibal said. “Comfort. Food. Water. All is to be derived from the alpha, given when it is appropriate and withheld when the alpha feels.”
Will groaned as the hands left him, leaving his dick hard and leaking, dripping with his own slick. He opened his mouth to beg Hannibal for more and only just managed to catch himself.
Hannibal was cleaning his hands again, folding the towel and setting it aside neatly as he pushed himself to his feet.
“You will get nothing until I say so,” he said sternly, looking over Will’s body with a dark gaze, daring him to protest. “Now, I am hungry and need to make lunch. You will remain here.”
As if Will could go anywhere else, he wanted to snap at him. He was distracted as his hole clenched down on nothing, letting a sudden gush of slick pool out to drip slowly down his thighs and ass.
And Will cursed the fact that he was an omega.