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In the year following Will and Hannibal's fall from the cliff, much had changed in their relationship. Will had gone into the confrontation with the Dragon knowing, finally, how Hannibal felt about him. That had been a question of Will's for years, wondering just exactly what he meant to Hannibal Lecter. For a while, he thought that he was merely a plaything for Hannibal, something he quickly abandoned when he grew bored. It took confirmation eventually by Bedelia for Will to truly understand how Hannibal felt about him and, more so, how he felt about Hannibal.
By the time Will stood with Hannibal in the moonlight at the cliff house, he knew what he wanted — who he wanted — and for the first time, he was willing to accept it.
The first few months they had been together following the fall were mostly spent healing. They patched each other up, piecing together the parts of themselves that had been torn apart in their fight with the Dragon and ultimately replacing it with stitches made by the other. Eventually, their first kiss came when Will was removing Hannibal's stitches. He was so focused in the moment on Hannibal and carefully removing each stitch that he didn't notice when Hannibal suddenly swooped down on him, gently tugging his head up for a kiss.
Since then, their relationship became even more physical. Hannibal had always been one for breaking barriers when it came to Will, but Will suspected that Hannibal's sudden kiss was a surprise to even him. Not that Will ever protested. Soon, they weren't able to keep their hands off each other, driven together again and again by a hunger that could never be fully sated. Will found himself instigating their lovemaking more and more, realizing that the ache Bedelia had accurately detected within him was more profound than even he realized. He couldn't keep himself away, and what's more, he didn't want to.
However, about a year into their relationship, Will began to notice more and more longing looks from Hannibal. While those looks were still directed at him, they were sometimes directed elsewhere, too, making Will wonder once again if Hannibal was growing bored with him, if he would move on. Part of Will snarled and snapped at that idea, thinking he would rather kill Hannibal than let him go to another. Eventually, though, Will began to realize the real source of Hannibal's longing.
Hannibal's longing gazes were often directed at families.
It was then that Will realized what exactly had caught Hannibal's attention.
You're family, Will.
It wasn't inherently the family itself that Hannibal longed for, nor was it inherently children though part of Will suspected that Hannibal wished for a child. No, what Hannibal wanted most was essentially the same thing that had plagued Will. Hannibal, too, worried that Will would grow bored of him. Before, Hannibal's solution was to give them a daughter, someone to keep Will with Hannibal.
Now, they were lying in bed. Hannibal had his notebook in hand, actively sketching something while Will idly turned the pages of a newspaper he had snagged earlier in the day, partially because he was surprised that newspapers still existed but mostly because he caught sight of an article about him and Hannibal. For a moment, he worried that someone had seen them, that they were caught, but as he read the article, he learned it was about Bedelia, who he and Hannibal had paid a visit to a month before, taking a piece of her for themselves.
Hannibal guarded his notebook carefully, not once letting it tilt toward Will so he could see what he was drawing. Will sometimes entertained himself by watching Hannibal's hands as they moved over the page, carefully maneuvering his pencil how he saw fit to create the image in his mind on the page.
Will set the newspaper aside, no longer entertained by the articles on it as he watched Hannibal for a moment. His brow was furrowed, amber eyes narrowed at the page while he traced what Will thought was a line, though he couldn't exactly see it.
Eventually, Will reached over, plucking the notebook from Hannibal's hands and setting it aside, purposefully avoiding looking at the page. Hannibal didn't protest even as Will removed his pencil from his grip and put it with the notebook.
"Something's bothering you," Will said simply, sitting up in bed.
"Nothing is bothering me," Hannibal answered.
"Liar," Will accused fondly.
Hannibal's lips twitched and then took on the same sad downturn that often accompanied his longing gazes. Will shifted in the bed, pulling the blankets so he could settle over Hannibal's legs, sitting in his lap.
"I love you," He said, resting his hands on Hannibal's shoulders.
"I love you too," Hannibal answered, though he seemed reserved. Will sighed internally. He had been right about the source of Hannibal's distress, part of him wondering if Hannibal would leave him again, and this time, he wouldn't return to save from a cage of his own making.
Will raised his hands, shifting them up Hannibal's shoulders to his face. He tilted the other man's face back, forcing their gazes to meet.
"You misunderstand," Will said. "I. Love. You."
Hannibal's brows furrowed again, eyes narrowing. "You know."
"I do," Will confirmed, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "I'm not going anywhere, Hannibal. I made my choice; I choose you. I don't want anyone else."
Hannibal reached up, grasping Will's forearms. Will watched as his eyelids fluttered shut as he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sometimes, I lament that I've taken not one but three children from you. I wonder if I could keep you if I gave you another."
Will swallowed thickly, trying not to think too much about Abigail or his unborn child with Margot. Of all of them, Wally was the easiest to let go, but Will thought that was partially because he was never really a stepfather to the boy, to begin with.
"You have me. I don't need a child to know that I'm yours." Will was quiet for a moment before his lips quirked upward, knowing something he could do to lift Hannibal's spirits. "Doesn't mean we couldn't try for one, though."
Hannibal's eyes shot open, gazing up at Will as best they could in the limited space between them. Will knew that part of Hannibal longed to have something that belonged to them, a child who was a bit of each of them together. He had seen Hannibal's drawings of a child who had Will's curls but Hannibal's facial structure, a child that could never exist.
"I'm yours, Hannibal," Will continued. "And you're mine." He couldn't help the slight growl that entered his voice at the word mine. "But I know that sometimes you want something more. I can't give you a child, but it doesn't mean that for a moment, we can't pretend it's possible."
"I want more because I want more of you. I am thrilled to know that you're mine and mine alone. I think I would be too selfish to share you with a child, even if they were ours." Hannibal's eyes sparkled then, and Will knew he had correctly guessed how to catch his lover's attention. "But I would like to try."
That was the only warning Will had before they were suddenly flipped. Hannibal pressed him into the bed and claimed his mouth, quickly stealing any and all breath that resided in Will's lungs. Will curled himself around Hannibal automatically, wrapping his arms and legs as best he could around the man above him. Hannibal claimed his mouth over and over, making Will arch into him.
Will tightened his grip on Hannibal, one hand wandering up into Hannibal's hair to tug lightly at the strands at the back of his head. Hannibal's hair had grown out since BSHCI, and Will had to admit that he liked it that way. Alana had kept his hair short, and while Hannibal, being Hannibal, was still the most attractive person Will had seen, he rather enjoyed Hannibal's hair when it was longer.
His hair also looked more silver these days, and that probably turned Will on more than anything. He could never explain why, if it was because it was a sign Hannibal aged like the rest of them or something else about the silver in his hair. Will spent more than a few nights running his hand through soft hair while Hannibal pillowed on his chest, the two of them holding each other close.
It wasn't always that the touch they craved was sexual; quite a bit of it was innocent. A need to be close to each other.
Hannibal ground down against him, his cock brushing against Will's through their clothes. Will moaned, a sound quickly captured by Hannibal's mouth. Hannibal's fingers tugged at his curls, fingers weaving between the strands.
Will let his hands travel down Hannibal's body, memorizing curves and muscles he had already memorized hundreds of times before and would hundreds, thousands, of times again. His fingers trailed over the fabric of Hannibal's shirt, light touches that made Hannibal shiver above him. That was until Will reached the bottom of his shirt and immediately dove under the fabric, hands exploring the same space but now actually touching skin.
Will felt the scar of the bullet the Dragon had put in him, his fingers grazing raised skin. Hannibal shivered again above him but never once stopped his explorations, seemingly too occupied with claiming every part of Will's mouth he could reach. Will's hands continued upward, fingers pressing into flexing muscles when Hannibal moved until they found the brand on his back.
The brand was the one thing that had set Will off like nothing else. He never knew that Mason had branded him, never knew that Hannibal had carried him back to his house with raw, burned skin, never knew that Hannibal had bathed him and redressed him all while his own back was on fire. Will had wanted Mason to die all over again, this time at his hands. The death Alana and Margot offered him was far nicer than he deserved. Will wished he could tear Mason apart, rip him limb from limb but not before branding each one with a mark of his own.
Hannibal had calmed him eventually, and Will remembered the adoration on his face as he calmed Will's fury.
Since then, Will had been reclaiming that brand bit by bit, mostly through marks of his own. Hannibal never complained when Will marked him though Will couldn't help but wonder how much feeling Hannibal had left where the brand was.
Above him, one of Hannibal's hands skittered downward before pushing up Will's shirt, his hand pressing against Will's overheated skin.
Will always ran hot, but Hannibal never did. It was nice to have someone to curl against who wouldn't light him on fire while sleeping next to him. Hannibal must have enjoyed the heat of Will's body, too, because even in the hot Cuban air, he never pushed Will away.
Somehow — though Will wasn't entirely sure how — they managed to rid themselves of their shirts while barely moving away from their shared kisses.
Will folded Hannibal against him; the feeling of skin on skin contact was like nothing Will had ever experienced before. He couldn't describe how it felt to have Hannibal pressed against him. No one ever came close in how they felt against him. Hannibal was electrifying and calming all at once. Every part of Will sang for him; something Will had only really let himself embrace over the last year. And once he had Hannibal, he couldn't stay away.
Hannibal kissed down his cheek and jaw, pausing for a moment to press several more kisses against the long, thin scar on his cheek. Will whimpered slightly, a sound he could never contain whenever Hannibal kissed one of his scars, something Hannibal did frequently.
Hannibal continued downward until he found Will's neck. Will turned his head, offering his neck to the cannibal above him. Hannibal would never hurt him, though, not unless Will gave him a reason to. Will distinctly remembered watching Hannibal's teeth sink into Dolarhyde's neck and tear, but when it came to Will, the press of teeth was always gentler and usually proceeded and followed by gentle kisses. Most of the time, the marks left on Will's neck were bruises from Hannibal latching himself there and sucking. Will couldn't help but hold Hannibal in place as he did now, feeling his lover's mouth press against him.
Both of them always had marks after their lovemaking. Bite marks, suck bruises, scratch marks. They couldn't help themselves, the need to claim too strong. Neither ever stopped the other, and in fact, most of the marks were accompanied by an all too willing partner, pressing and arching into whatever mark the other offered.
Will let his hands move downward again, this time moving down to Hannibal's sleep pants and slipping under them. Hannibal moaned encouragingly as Will's hands gripped the flesh of his hips before sliding closer together, this time grasping the curve of his ass. Hannibal moaned into his neck, teeth nipping lightly. Will smirked to himself, pulling one hand back up to press his fingers into his mouth, wetting them as best he could.
He knew Hannibal knew what was coming before he did anything as one of Hannibal's legs drew up his own, giving Will more access. Will kept his grip on one of Hannibal's ass cheeks while his other hand slipped between them, fingering at Hannibal's hole.
At first, Will had been shy when it came to touching Hannibal and Hannibal touching him. He knew by that point that he loved Hannibal as much as Hannibal loved him, but he had never had sex with a man before. Hannibal had been gentle with him, first worshipping Will's body and then making sure he was relaxed. The first time Hannibal entered him, Will thought he saw God. In truth, he did, except his god was Hannibal, who seemed to believe that Will was his god in return.
After that, it became easier, and Will grew used to the new way Hannibal touched him and the ways he could touch Hannibal in return.
Now he gave his touches freely, just as Hannibal did. They'd had each other every which way; there was not much left between them to hide anymore.
Will didn't push far into Hannibal, his fingers drier than he would have liked even with spit, but that didn't stop him from pressing into him carefully.
Hannibal finally detached from his neck only to claim his mouth once more as Will pumped his fingers slowly.
One of Hannibal's hands moved between them, slipping under Will's briefs and taking him in hand. Will arched into Hannibal's touch, unable to stop himself.
Hannibal kissed the curve of his jaw again before using his free hand to push himself up. Will could feel his gaze searching his face, so he forced his eyes open, blue meeting amber. Hannibal smiled down at him as he pumped his cock lazily. There was no rush.
At first, there had been, once Will grew used to the sensations and feelings of having Hannibal so close. Every time was desperate and longing, the need for each other uncontrollable. Now it was slower; they could drag it out and still feel the same satisfaction their rushed couplings had given them.
Will watched the pleasure flicker through Hannibal's eyes, angling his fingers in different directions until he watched that pleasure grow. Hannibal's hand stroked him slowly, using the pre-come that lingered on the tip of his cock to smooth the way.
After a while, Hannibal let him go, and his movements forced Will to withdraw. Soon, he was crawling down Will's chest, pressing feather light kisses against his chest until he reached the smile on Will's abdomen. Hannibal's tongue drew across it, heating Will to the core before he peppered kiss after kiss against Will's skin. Hannibal could never resist touching that scar in particular. Will sometimes woke to feel Hannibal tracing it lightly. He whined, arching into those kisses, needing more. Always more.
Eventually, Hannibal continued downward, kissing the curve of Will's hips before he drew down Will's briefs. Will shivered slightly before Hannibal's hand returned to his cock, stroking him once again. His mouth, however, had other plans. Will knew what was coming before Hannibal did it, and he drew his legs up to give him more access. Hannibal took advantage of it, his tongue flicking over Will's hole lightly. Will jumped, his cock pressing further into Hannibal's hand, much to Hannibal's amusement.
Hannibal took his time, licking and sucking at Will's hole until he began to relax more. He pushed into Will slowly, using the saliva there to ease the way but much like Will before, he didn't move in far. Not until they managed to find the lube and Hannibal coated his fingers. Then he slipped one into Will fully, bending it to press against Will's prostate.
Will's vision went white briefly as Hannibal kissed his thigh, humming in satisfaction.
Hannibal didn't waste time before adding another and then a third, scissoring them to stretch Will open. Will moaned, rocking down on Hannibal's fingers.
Hannibal worked him open quickly, much to Will's surprise. Usually, Hannibal enjoyed teasing him until he was shaking and begging for Hannibal to just get inside him already. This time, however, Hannibal seemed determined to slip inside Will quickly as soon he was lubing up his cock.
Will tugged Hannibal down on top of him, barely giving him enough time to line himself up before they were pressed chest to chest again. Hannibal pushed into him until he was fully seated inside him. Will moaned, tugging Hannibal back for another kiss.
Hannibal's hips moved slowly at first, barely withdrawing from Will before pushing back in. Not that he had much room to move. Will's grip was unyielding as he held the other man tightly.
"You're beautiful," Hannibal whispered, his lips pressed against Will's ear.
Will moaned again, louder this time as a nip at his earlobe quickly followed Hannibal's complement.
"God. Fuck. Hannibal." Will moaned.
"That's the idea," Hannibal murmured before pulling himself away, fighting out of Will's grasp. He didn't move far, just far enough so he could plant his hands on either side of the bed for leverage, pulling further back from Will only to thrust back in.
Will smirked to himself, partially because of Hannibal's increased movements and partially because he knew he was the only one who could escape Hannibal's punishment at the type of language he used.
Hannibal rolled his hips as he thrust into Will, grinding against every intimate part of him. Will's hips bucked upward, encouraging the grinding within him. Hannibal's hair fell into his eyes as he fucked into Will's body, each movement making him look wilder and wilder.
It was that which excited Will most. Even in bed, Hannibal's monster could never be contained, and the more they had each other, the more his monster came out to play. Will loved it, watching the darkness that swirled behind amber eyes as monster and man both claimed him.
Will's hands ran down Hannibal's chest, feeling the softness of his chest hair and the way his heart hammered as though it was trying to leap free from him and go to Will.
Will's own heart constantly attempted the same thing, calling out for Hannibal in ways Will never even knew was possible. Hannibal always answered, dragging Will back with him again and again, keeping him close and safe in ways Will never had before him. No relationship ever compared to that with Hannibal. Hannibal understood him in ways no one else did. Will couldn't help but think that their relationship was more profound than that of just lovers. They were companions, equals, friends. Will had heard people say in the past that their partner was their best friend, but until Hannibal, he never experienced that.
Hannibal reached for him, dragging him upward until Will was seated in his lap. Not only did it pull them close together, but it drove Hannibal's cock deeper within him, making Will moan loudly and shamelessly. He was always loud, but he was louder with Hannibal. He couldn't help it.
They ground together, neither able to move far enough away for proper fucking, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered, at least not to Will. Only Hannibal mattered. Hannibal, who was wrapped in Will's arms and clinging to him just as firmly.
Will's orgasm took him by surprise when it came as he spilled between them, painting Hannibal's stomach. Hannibal groaned and dropped them both onto the bed. Hannibal always seemed to lose the last of his control when he drew Will's pleasure from him. He was wild, rough, and always incredibly loving as he claimed Will, fucking into him roughly.
Will could feel himself driven more and more into oversensitivity following his orgasm, but it didn't matter as Hannibal thrust into him brutally, eyes wild.
"Hannibal," Will moaned, though it was more of a whine as he reached up to stroke his cheek. "Come for me, Hannibal." Hannibal shuddered above him, hips losing their rhythm as he tried to push more and more into Will's body, attempting to bury himself. "Come in me." Will coaxed, dragging Hannibal's head down so he could whisper in his ear. "Breed me."
Hannibal lost it, snarling and wrapping himself around Will as much as he could, driving himself into Will ruthlessly until his body stilled and his release spilled into Will.
Will moaned again, the heat of Hannibal's release making Will feel hot everywhere.
Hannibal panted into his neck, clinging to Will.
"God, you're perfect," Will muttered, turning his own face to bury in Hannibal's shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too, Will," Hannibal whispered, his voice rougher from his pleasure.
When Hannibal softened and slipped from Will's body, his cock was quickly replaced by Hannibal's fingers, keeping his release inside Will's body. Will groaned, unable to stop himself from grinding on Hannibal's fingers.
They kissed again, gently at first, but their kisses quickly grew heated as they pressed together, Hannibal's fingers dancing within Will's body.
"Again," Will practically demanded, and Hannibal succumbed to his request quickly.
Before he knew it, he was on his belly with Hannibal over him, pushing into him once again. Even if he could become pregnant, he knew that it was ultimately useless to have Hannibal in him again as he likely fucked out the release he had just spent into Will. But none of that mattered when Hannibal's body pressed down into his, one arm looped around his throat and the other pinning Will's hips to the bed.
Again and again, they had each other, and again and again, Hannibal's release spilled into Will's body.
By the time they finished, both exhausted and aching, it was well into the early hours of the morning. Will curled himself into Hannibal, who was plastered against his back, cradling Will against him. Their hands were locked over Will's lower abdomen, and as he fell asleep, Will couldn't help but think of what a child between them could be.
A child with his hair and Hannibal's cheekbones. A child who potentially shared their darkness but shared the better parts of them too: Will's love of fishing and dogs and Hannibal's cooking.
Will fell asleep thinking of a child that would never be as Hannibal held him close.