Devil in Disguise

by Jasperal

Summary:

While on a hunt Hannibal is led to a club. While he watches his prey, Hannibal spots a beautiful brunette boy dancing on stage. Immediately Hannibal is consumed by the boy and wants nothing more than to make him his.

//I do not consent to my stories being put into a shitty AI

Notes:

This is an idea that’s been brewing in my head for a while so I finally sat down to write it. I will try to post chapters as much as possible but we are at the mercy of both my attention span and mental health. As stated in the tags I will add more as the story progresses since I’m still figuring out where I want the story to go.

I wanted to give a cw just in case so this fic will include: Sex work, non-consensual sex (Likely only mentioned but I will update if that changes), hard drug use, cannibalism (obviously), abusive relationships and self-harm. Like the tags I will add more as the story progresses.

Chapter 1

Hannibal couldn’t help but sneer as he stared at the big red letters above the club. “Love Crime” is as tasteless as the man he’d watched enter only a few minutes ago. Hannibal developed a habit of following his prey before making a move. It is the best way to make sure Hannibal is never caught, though he doubts anyone is smart enough to do it. The FBI keeps telling the public that they are so close to catching the Chesapeake Ripper, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Other than that, sweet FBI trainee Jack Crawford had sent Miriam Lass. The FBI hasn’t even gotten remotely close to Hannibal. Of course, he is more than happy to watch Jack Crawford scramble to find the Ripper while ridden with grief over his failures. Hannibal only needs to place the noose for the FBI to walk themselves off the gallows. It’s extremely amusing.

Hannibal almost decides to walk away; he can go after that pig whenever he wants. The thought of stepping into this place is enough of a reason, but rage at what this man did compels Hannibal through the front doors. Immediately, his nose is assaulted with the scent of depravity. He sneers once more. Every man in this place is a pig that deserves to be turned into something better. The room is big, but the dark lights and music make it feel cramped. The bass rattles Hannibal’s head, a pained spark that reminds him of everything he hates. Perhaps on a later date, Hannibal will take the pleasure of burning this place to the ground.

Patrons scatter the building, most with a drink in their hands and some with strippers on their laps. Though Hannibal finds prostitution to be vulgar, he understands that for some it’s the only option. Men who find pleasure in prostitution are the true problem. His eyes land on the man he’d come here for, Dr. Abel Gideon. Dr. Abel Gideon attended a medical conference that Hannibal also attended. Immediately he found the man to be rude and decided he would be much better off as a dish on Hannibal’s dinner table. Perhaps a slow roast baked in clay.

Needing a place to lay low as he watches, Hannibal makes his way to the bar. He briefly touches the seat, satisfied to find it not sticky he unbuttons his blazer and sits down. Behind the bar is a lovely woman mixing drinks. Her dress is skin tight, pushing up her breasts clearly to encourage people to tip. Her hair is long and dark, her lips are a deep red, and she has heavy eyeshadow. She smiles as she finally makes her way to Hannibal. “What can I get for you?” Her voice is sweet, but Hannibal can see the strength in her almond eyes.

“Do you carry any wines?” Hannibal asks politely.

“We only have our house wine if that works?” She says taking a few steps back before returning with a bottle.

Hannibal stares at it for a second, “That will do.” He doesn’t plan on drinking much anyway.

The woman nods and uncorks it, grabbing a tall wine glass and pouring a modest amount, “Shall I start a tab?”

Hannibal pulls out his wallet and grabs his card, “That won’t be necessary, Miss?”

“Beverly.” The woman says as she takes Hannibal's card and brings it to the register. She swipes his card and hands it back along with a receipt, “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Hannibal nods politely and gives his thanks, taking back his card and writing down a generous tip. Hannibal looks at the wine, picks it up, and brings it to his nose. It’s not as dreadful as he believed it was going to be, but it is still no match for his private collection at home. Taking a sip, he lets the taste wash over him; it’s bland, not carrying any unique flavor. Setting the glass down, he turns to scan the club again. Dr. Abel Gideon has not moved from his seat, allowing Hannibal to stay where he is to watch.

Minutes pass as Hannibal nurses his drink slowly. Once Dr. Gideon decides to leave, Hannibal will follow and then kill him. The way he will display Dr. Gideon is already on Hannibal's mind. The man is very rude; he spoke down to Hannibal at the conference. Just because he was no longer a surgeon, Dr. Gideon believed him to be incompetent. The man had scoffed when Hannibal had told him that he was now a Psychiatrist. It was unspeakably rude, so then and there Hannibal decided this man would be much more pleasant baking in his oven.

The music in the club slowly fades out, catching Hannibal’s attention. He watches as groups of men all make their way to the center stage, including Dr. Gideon. Standing up, Hannibal leaves behind his wine and makes his way over. Keeping his distance from the main crowd, he keeps an eye on Dr. Gideon. A slower song begins to play, far more sensual than the previous songs. Deep red lights illuminate the circular stage where a single pole stands. A male figure struts their way onto the stage, his body clad in tight latex. Hannibal can’t help but admire the soft curves of the body before him. Compelled to get a closer look at this rare beauty, Hannibal walks closer to the edge of the stage. He's surprised to see its a boy standing on the stage. His waist is thin, leading to hips that Hannibal gets the urge to grab. Hannibal's eyes trail down the boy's pale bare thighs to the knee-length high heels.

When Hannibal didn't think the boy could be any prettier, he looks up. Soft, gorgeous features create the masterpiece that is this boy's face. Dark brows and a straight nose. Rosy lips that form a scandalous smile. Soft chocolate curls fall over the boy’s forehead. Hannibal can’t help but be reminded of Michelangelo's David, standing tall and proud. Yet with a hint of youthful mischievousness that’s utterly delicious.

The boy starts by running his delicate hands down his chest and his thighs. His hands trail back up as he turns around, revealing the most delectable behind Hannibal has ever seen. Grabbing the metal pole, the boy throws his head back and parts his glossy lips. He circles the pole, his hips swaying to the beat. Turning to rest his back against the pole, he slides down to a squatting position. One hand continues to hold the pole with the other resting on his knee.

Hannibal is enchanted; no sonata could compare to the beauty of this boy. His skin is so pale and supple. Hannibal wants nothing more than to press his lips against it. Peeling the black latex off the boy's body would be a true gift. Hannibal didn’t believe in God, but how could he not when he has sent one of his angels down? The boy moves his hand sliding it between his thighs and his eyes scan the crowd. When they land on Hannibal, he’s compelled to fall to his knees. This boy must be an angel because no human could have such beautiful eyes. A deep blue, endless in the way they shine. Atlantic pools that are begging Hannibal to jump into and drown. As soon as they meet, the boy’s eyes are gone.

He bites his lip and gets up; he grinds his behind against the pole his back arching. His expression changes into one of pleasure. His body swirls around as he hoists himself up the pole. With ease, he swings around and slides back down, sticking his ass out as he stands back up.

Hannibal is mesmerized as he watches the boy dance; he doesn't miss a single beat. The boy gives off an aura of unadulterated lust and eroticism so pure that Hannibal can feel every part of his body burn up. He wants nothing more than the show to go on forever, the dance a plague on Hannibal's psyche. A siren song leading Hannibal to the rocks of a cliff. Hannibal gluttons himself on it all. The sway of the boy's hips, the way he touches himself, his legs spreading wider each time. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end because the song starts to fade out.

The boy starts to collect money, blowing kisses and sending winks to each man. Without thinking, Hannibal scrambles for his wallet, pulls out a few hundreds, and throws them onto the stage. The boy’s attention is immediately grabbed as he walks over and leans down to collect the tip. He looks up, meeting Hannibal’s eyes for the second time. They stare at each other for what feels like forever until the boy blows a kiss and turns away. The boy makes his way off the stage, and the men around start to disperse. Only then does Hannibal let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Hannibal prides himself on his self-control. He is a master of keeping his emotions and desires in check. And yet this stripper has torn down every semblance of authority Hannibal had over himself.

Almost embarrassed with himself, Hannibal goes back to the bar, trying his best to ignore the way his cock throbs. Sitting down, he flags over Beverly, “A shot of Whiskey”. He needs to get something stronger into his body. Hannibal hopes he doesn’t look as frayed as he feels. Once the shot is placed before him, he doesn’t hesitate to drink it. The alcohol burns his throat, and he closes his eyes in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

Just as he’s about to stand up to leave, he feels a light tap on his shoulder. Hannibal turns around and is shocked to see the brunette dancer standing before him. “Hey, handsome, you look lonely.” Purrs a deep voice, his American accent giving way to a slight southern twang. “I could give you a good time.”

Notes:

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Chapter 2

Notes:

The twinkification of Will Graham is real and it's in this fic

The boy's eyes are much brighter without the red light, reminiscent of Van Gogh's The Starry Night. Swirls of blue and stars twinkling white. He looks at Hannibal demurely, head tilted down slightly in an act of soft submission. The offering catches Hannibal off guard, having to gather himself before replying. “I’m a little too old for you, little devil.” The pet name slides off of Hannibal's tongue easily. The boy looks no older than 20, far too young for someone like Hannibal.

The boy smiles sweetly, his cheeks flushed red. “I’m sure I can keep up with you.” His hand reaches out to rest on Hannibal’s knee.

Hannibal looks down at the boy’s hand. He’s never been one to deny himself the pleasures of life. Food, music, art, alcohol, sex; nothing pleases Hannibal more than to gorge himself on indulgences. The boy before him is pure sin, something Hannibal could get lost in if he isn’t careful. His eyes go back to the boys, “I’m sure you can, but I will have to decline your offer.”

The boy’s face twitches, likely not used to being turned down. “Don’t be so shy, I’m sure you’re dying to have my ass rubbing against your cock.” He flutters his eyelashes softly, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Hannibal covers the boy’s hand with his own, “Such naughty words from such a sweet young man.” He takes the boy's hand off his knee and stands up. He straightens his suit, pulling at the cuffs. “Unlike these men, I prefer privacy during intimate moments.”

The boy’s face stays pleasant, “Suit yourself.” He turns around, but before he leaves, he tilts his head. “I’ll be here Wednesday at the same time if you ever change your mind. The name's Will”. And with that, the boy saunters off, swaying his hips with each step.

Hannibal watches Will's ass intently as he disappears into the crowd, likely to find a different man to please. Hannibal ignores the wave of jealousy that washes over him at someone else getting their greasy hands all over that boy’s body. Deciding he’s had enough, Hannibal turns to leave. Dr. Abel Gideon is far from his mind.

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Hannibal walks through the entrance of the club. Never did he think he’d be back here. After leaving a few days ago, Hannibal has been unable to get the boy… Will out of his mind. Though at the time it was the best choice, denying Will’s offer caused Hannibal much regret.

Entering the club, Hannibal walks past the bar and straight to a couch in front of the stage. Will has captured Hannibal’s thoughts. A mongoose creeping underneath the floorboards of his mind. In a way, Hannibal is slightly ashamed. To be swayed by lust so easily, just like every pig in this place. But Hannibal can admit when beauty is before him, and that’s all Will is. Pure beauty, as described in the Greek epics. An Adonis for Aphrodite to pursue, or Hyacinthus, a man loved by both the sun and the wind. The idea of the boy submitting below Hannibal is more appetizing than any meal he’s ever had. Of course, Hannibal is aware that to Will, Hannibal is just another customer; any special treatment he gets is due to Hannibal’s obvious wealth. It doesn’t hurt Hannibal's pride, but he can’t ignore the sour feeling he gets at the idea of Will giving his attention to other men.

The current song grates on Hannibal’s ears, and he looks at his watch, displeased. The show should be starting soon if the club keeps to the same schedule. As if summoned by Hannibal's thoughts alone, the music starts to fade out and the lights dim. The stage crowds, but Hannibal pays them no attention. Once again, a figure gets onto the stage, and Hannibal recognizes him immediately. The way Will walks is so confident and perfectly in sync with the music. Hannibal memorizes the boy’s figure, his delectable waist brought tighter by tight clothing. The outfit Will wears is similar to the last one, but this time it’s a gorgeous blue that Hannibal knows complements the boy's eyes perfectly.

Will scans the crowd, a smirk on his full lips. When his eyes land on Hannibal, a small smile appears. Warmth spreads over Hannibal's body; he hadn’t realized how much he missed the boy's gaze. After a few seconds, Will breaks eye contact and begins the show. He heaves himself up on the pole, wrapping his legs around as he tilts his body back. Hannibal watches every move, every sway, drinking it all in. Despite the delicateness of Will’s features, Hannibal knows there's true strength beneath each move. Something truly dangerous curls in Hannibal's stomach, his monster begging to be set free and paint the boy in red. Pole dancing is an art Hannibal never thought he would enjoy, and he makes a mental note to look more into it.

Will slides to the floor and rubs his hands over his chest, up to his hair. His lips part, and Hannibal imagines the type of noises the boy must be making. Hannibal’s cock twitches in his pants, so he crosses his legs. Letting the world vanish, Hannibal watches Will. Watches the way his body rubs against the pole. Watches as Will slides to the ground and aches his back. The whole thing is so mesmerizing, a siren's song pulling Hannibal to the cliff. Ending far too soon for Hannibal’s liking, the song starts to fade, and Will starts to collect tips. Hannibal pulls out a few bills from his wallet and tosses them onto the stage. Will immediately goes down to get them, his eyes meeting Hannibal's. Will winks before he stands up and walks off the stage.

The previous music resumes, and the crowd disperses. Staying put, Hannibal watches the crowd and waits. A few minutes later, a familiar voice speaks. “You came back.”

Hannibal looks over, his eyes scanning down the boy’s body, then back up to his face. “I’m always happy to support the arts.”

Will laughs softly, showing off pearly white teeth, “I want to treat you to a little something since you’ve been so kind.”

Hannibal’s lips curl slightly, “What are you planning, little devil?”

Will’s smile widened, his eyes dark with mischief and desire. He reaches and grabs Hannibal’s hand, “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

Hannibal lets himself be pulled up. He’d denied the boy last time, but his self-control could only go so far. And Will has been so polite. “Lead the way,” Hannibal whispers.

Will leads Hannibal through the club and to a door near the back. The door is locked via key-code, definitely not somewhere patrons are allowed to go. Will lets go of Hannibal's hand and starts to put in the code. Once the lock clicks, Will takes Hannibal's hand and leads him through. Behind the door is a long hallway, only lit up by flickering lights. The walls are dirty, and it smells heavily of cigarettes. The click of Will's heels echo as they walk. Eventually, they make it to a door. Will turns the knob and opens it, allowing Hannibal in.

The dressing room is cluttered but nice; there's a vanity with a tall mirror that is covered in different makeup products. Will leads Hannibal over to a couch and pushes him to sit down, “This more to your liking?” He says seductively and moves to straddle Hannibal's lap.

Hannibal keeps his hand to his side, “What a cunning boy you are.” His eyes take in Will, even in a dingy dressing room, he looks breathtaking. As Hannibal had guessed, the blue of Will’s outfit complemented his eyes perfectly. Hannibal's hand lifts to touch the air around Will’s body. He imagines what it’d feel like to slide his hands all over the boy's skin.

Reading Hannibal’s mind, Will smiles, “You can touch all you want; no one's here to stop you.”

Once the invitation is given, Hannibal’s hand latches onto Will’s hips. He rubs the warm skin, letting his hands glide up to the boy's chest. Will leans into the touch, his lips parting in a silent sigh. Hannibal admires the boy’s beautiful features, one of his hands moving to grab Will’s bare thigh. He squeezes the supple flesh and smiles when a soft gasp leaves Will's lips. “So sensitive.” He murmurs.

Will licks his lips, "What's your name?"

Hannibal smiles, “Hannibal Lecter.”

Will nods. He reaches up to grab Hannibal’s shoulders. He leans closer, pressing his lips to Hannibal’s ear, “You know why I brought you here, Hannibal?” One of his hands cradles the back of Hannibal's head, “It’s because you're unlike all those other creeps in this place. You denied me the first time, even though I knew you wanted me.” Will licks his lips, “I don’t know about you, but I haven't been able to get you out of my head.” His hand makes its way down to Hannibal's crotch, rubbing.

Hannibal’s grip on Will tightens, his jaw clenching as he tries to keep noises down. Will smiles again and continues to palm Hannibal’s erection, “I’ll give you whatever you want.” His lips press softly on Hannibal's neck, then he pulls away and slides down to his knees between Hannibal's legs. He spreads Hannibal’s legs further apart, “Please.”

Hannibal looks down at the boy between his legs; the sight is enough to make Hannibal painfully aroused. He reaches to set his hand on Will’s head, running his fingers through wild curls. “Such a polite boy, go on then.” He leans back, his hand leaving Will's head.

With permission, Will immediately starts to unbutton Hannibal's pants and pulls the zipper down, revealing silk boxers. Licking his lips, Will pulls down Hannibal's pants, aided by Hannibal lifting his hips. Will stares at the bulge, his expression innocent yet seductive. Leaning further up, the boy opens his mouth and sets his lips on Hannibal's clothed erection. Pleased hums leave Hannibal's lips as Will starts to lay wet kisses all over the fabric. Hannibal's hand goes back to Will’s curls, “Good boy.” He says gently, causing Will to moan softly.

Will reaches one of his hands and starts to tug down the fabric, freeing Hannibal’s sizable cock. Will’s eyes widen ever so slightly as he grabs the base, “You’re so big.” Hannibal smiles at the stroke of his ego. Will starts to slowly stroke Hannibal’s cock, pulling back the man’s foreskin with each draw of his hand. His cobalt eyes are half lidded and hungry like he can’t wait to have Hannibal’s cock down his throat. After a few more teasing strokes, his tongue slips out and he licks from the base to the head.

Hannibal sighs in pleasure as Will closes his glossy lips around the head. He sucks gently at first, his tongue sliding over the slit. He moans softly at the taste and slides down a little further, his hand tightening around the base. Hannibal increases his grip in Will’s hair, “Keep going.” Will shivers but heeds the command by sliding more into his mouth. His sucking increases as another moan sounds in his throat. Hannibal watches the boy intently; the pleasure is amazing. Stealing Hannibal's breath, this must be the heaven he was never meant to see.

Will's eyes dart up to meet Hannibal’s. He pets Will’s hair gently in encouragement. Eyes fluttering closed, Will focuses on sucking Hannibal’s cock. He removes his hand from the base, allowing his mouth to slide all the way down. He works Hannibal’s cock with practiced ease, his mouth moving up and down in a steady motion. Hannibal groans, unable to keep the noise in; he tugs at the boy's curls. Happy to get a noise out of Hannibal, Will starts to move his mouth faster. Moving his hands to Hannibal's hips, he urges the older man to thrust. Taking the invitation, Hannibal starts to thrust his hips. He watches as his cock slides between the boy's lips, saliva dripping down his shaft.

“Good boy,” Hannibal says once more, using his hands to position Will’s head where he wants it. Pulling the boy down, he can’t help but smile at the small gag. His thumb brushes Will’s cheek in comfort, catching a few stray tears. This boy is delightful. He fucks Will’s mouth roughly. Moving one of his hands he holds Will’s neck, a deep groan leaves his lips when he can feel the outline of his cock in Will's throat. Will’s mouth is the perfect mix of warm and wet. He opens so nicely for Hannibal.

Will’s hands grip onto Hannibal’s hips as he chokes out moans. Tears start to fall from his eyes as he’s forced to his limit. Thrusting his hips a few more times, Hannibal shoves as deep as he can go and comes. He holds Will still, forcing the boy to swallow every drop; it’s not like Will tried to pull away anyway. Once Hannibal’s orgasm has passed, he pulls Will off.

The boy's lips are swollen red, a layer of saliva coating them. Hannibal’s thumb brushes over them, collecting the saliva to bring to his own mouth. “Delious.” Will stares up at him, his lashes wet. He looks dazed, the confident boy who’d grinded on a pole gone. Smiling Hannibal helps Will onto his lap, "Everything ok, little devil?”

Wild nods, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Never better.” The daze seems to wear off. Hannibal chuckles softly and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He pulls out a few hundred and sets them into Will’s hand. Will looks at the money and blushes; he gets off of Hannibal’s lap. “Thank you.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Hannibal’s cheek. Hannibal reaches out to set his hand on Will’s ass, messaging the skin.

Will hums softly, “Meet me at the Cresthaven Apartments tonight, after my shift.” His hand holds onto Hannibal’s shoulder. “Room 109 around 3 am, just knock.”

Hannibal squeezes Will’s ass, “Plotting once more?”

Will shivers, “I want you...” He moans softly into Hannibal’s ear, and despite just coming, Hannibal’s cock twitches. Will turns and leaves the room, the sound of his heels slowly fading away.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!! I hope it's been enjoyable so far <3

Chapter 3

Hannibal taps his hand on the steering wheel as he drives. Bellini: Norma, Act 1, Maria “Casta Diva” playing softly through the car’s speakers. When Will had asked him to meet at his apartment, Hannibal didn’t plan on going. The boy had been pleasurable, but like every other person in Hannibal’s life, he suspected that after the first time, he’d lose interest. No one could grab Hannibal’s attention long enough for him to seek them out a second time. But unlike the others, Will never left Hannibal’s head. Of course, the boy was the most beautiful creature Hannibal has ever seen, but he also knew there was more to him. Hannibal wanted him, yes, but he also wanted to learn what made the boy tick.

Hannibal frowns as he looks out his window. This part of town is rundown. When he pulls in front of Cresthaven apartments, his frown deepens. The building is a single-story motel-looking building. Looking at his dashboard, the clock reads 2:45 am. Not wanting to park his Bentley here in fear of it being broken into, he drives until he finds a parking garage. Getting out of his car, he locks it. Never did he think he’d be parking in a parking garage while making his way to a dingy apartment to meet up with a prostitute. Perhaps he is acting desperate, but Hannibal isn’t about to turn down such an invitation. If he’s lucky after tonight, he can put Will behind him.

The parking lot of the apartments is mostly empty; only a few cars are scattered across the lot. Hannibal spots a few people standing by the main office, smoking. This place is perfect for people who want a landlord who doesn’t ask questions. Most of the rooms are likely taken by drug dealers and other prostitutes. One man looks over at Hannibal and scowls, Hannibal sticking out in his three-piece suit. Not that Hannibal cares if these people know what's good for them; they will leave him alone.

He walks down the rooms until he sees room 109, and he stares at it for a second. Eventually, he raises his fist and gently knocks on the door. A few seconds later, there is the sound of a door unlocking, and it slowly opens. A head pokes out, soft curls framing a pale face. He smiles softly and opens the door more. Will is wearing a black silk robe. His pale legs are bare down to his feet. “Hannibal, please come in.” He takes a step back, allowing Hannibal to enter.

Hannibal’s eyes scan Will's body as he enters. “I’m so happy you came,” Will says, his hands fiddling with the robe. Hannibal looks around the apartment. It’s small, cluttered, and smells of cigarettes. Hannibal hides the distaste from his features. This place is far too filthy for dear Will.

Turning around to face Will once more, he reaches down to unbutton his blazer. Will’s eyes follow Hannibal’s hands, his cheeks flushing. He reaches out and grabs Hannibal's arm and leads him to a door. The two men enter a bedroom. A single Queen bed is pressed against the wall. The covers are an ugly brown, and Hannibal almost doesn’t want to sit on them. Letting the boy push him down, he watches as Will slides off the robe, revealing black lingerie.

Hannibal’s breath catches as he watches the boy, his hairless skin even paler against the black fabric. Will never ceases to amaze Hannibal, “You’re beautiful.”

Will blushes softly at the compliment. “Touch me, please.”

Hannibal reaches out and rests his hands on Will’s hips. He rubs his fingers over the lace. The fabric is cheap, likely a pair bought from a hole-in-the-wall sex shop. Hannibal makes a mental note to provide Will with a better pair if they ever meet again. His hands slide down Will’s thighs, pulling the boy closer, “What do you want?” He asks with a husky voice with desire.

Will’s eyes darken, “I want you inside me.”

Hannibal hums in acknowledgement. He brings his hand to Will's waist. The boy is far too thin. Hannibal guides Will onto his lap, his hands sliding to hold Will’s thighs. He reaches up and tilts back Will’s head. The boy’s throat, now exposed to Hannibal, “May I mark you?” Even in bed, Hannibal is nothing but a gentleman. Despite the media naming him a monster, he’d never force himself onto another.

Will’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, “Yes.”

Hannibal pulls Will closer, letting his lips press against the boy's neck. His kisses start gentle, teasing the boy until he’s shaking slightly in Hannibal's lap. His hand holds the back of Will’s head, his fingers teasing the curls. Once he makes his way up to Will’s ear, he opens his mouth and leaves a wet kiss behind his ear. Will gasps softly, his hands reaching up to grab onto Hannibal's suit jacket. Smirking, Hannibal lays another open-mouthed kiss on Will’s neck. The boy moans sweetly, his hips grinding down against Hannibal's hard cock.

Hannibal’s free hand grabs onto Will’s hips, squeezing them, “Behave.” He says before sucking on Will’s flesh, the boy’s flavor spreads through Hannibal’s mouth like honey. Will’s hips twitch as he moans, “Hannibal.”

Hannibal kisses the fresh mark, “Yes, Will?”

“More.” The boy begs.

And how could Hannibal refuse? He grabs Will’s hips and hoists the boy upwards. He turns around and lays Will onto his back. His eyes scan down Will's body, “You look breathtaking, cara mia.” His hands rub over the bralette, “May I?” Will nods eagerly, his legs spreading wider to allow Hannibal closer.

Hannibal pushes the bralette up, revealing two rosy nipples. He presses one of his fingers against one smiling when Will squirms. Without another word, Hannibal leans down and licks the sensitive nub. Will moans, his hands pulling at Hannibal's blazer to get it off. Still sucking on the boy’s nipple, Hannibal pulls off his blazer and tosses it away. Normally, he’d stop to fold it, but nothing was going to keep him from Will. He pulls away and goes to the other nipple as Will frantically starts to unbutton his vest. For once, Hannibal regrets wearing so many layers. He sits up and lets the vest slide off. He starts to unbutton his shirt, Will watching him intently.

Once Hannibal's shirt is gone, Will groans softly. He reaches up to run his fingers over Hannibal’s chest hair. “I want you so bad.”

Hannibal smiles and leans back down, his mouth finding the boy's neck. “You have me.” He lets his teeth graze against the boy's neck, causing Will to shiver. Suddenly, Hannibal flips Will onto his stomach and pulls his hips up. “I want to taste you.”

Will moans sweetly, his hand reaching back to grab onto Hannibal. “What?”

Hannibal is already tugging down the boy's panties, revealing his smooth ass and hole. To Hannibal's surprise, there a black silicone butt plug between the boy's cheeks. “Naughty boy.” He chuckles, pressing his thumb against the plug.

Will moans loudly, “I-I wanted to be ready for you.”

Hannibal grabs the base of the plug and pulls it until Will’s hole is flared around the head. He lets go and watches as it’s sucked back in, “Greedy boy.” He grabs the plug, pulls it out, and a gush of lube drips out of the boy's hole. Will moans again and arches his hips up. Hannibal grabs the boy's hips and leans down. His nose lightly grazes Will’s ass cheek as he inhales.

“Did you just smell me?” Will yelps as Hannibal’s hand comes down on his thigh.

“Difficult to avoid, little devil.” Hannibal smiles, pressing his nose down again. Will’s skin smells of smoke, wood, and something that’s uniquely Will. Hannibal has never smelled anything like it. He can’t get enough. Deciding he’s teasing the boy enough, he rests a hand on one of Will’s cheeks and spreads it. Opening his mouth, he runs his tongue over Will's hole, which causes Will to moan loudly. Pulling the boy's ass closer, he continues to run his tongue over the loose opening.

Will wails and moans like this is the most pleasurable experience of his life, “Oh, Hannibal!”

Hannibal dips his tongue into Will’s hole. Will’s hips twitch as his walls tighten around Hannibal’s tongue. Hannibal has never tasted anything better in his life. He pulls his tongue out only to slide it back in. He starts a steady rhythm, gradually fucking his tongue into Will’s hole. Will is panting, his legs shaking slightly. When Hannibal pulls away, Will whines, “Don’t stop.”

Hannibal hums softly, his thumbs brushing over Will’s hole. “Relax, Will, let me take care of you.” He slides two fingers into Will and spreads them. He closed his eyes, savoring Will’s sweet moans. He pulls his fingers in and out searching for the boy's prostate.

Will moans loudly, pressing his ass back. “Mmh- there! Oh god-”

Hannibal smiles and continues to abuse the small bundle of nerves. He slides in a third finger. His other hand makes its way up Will’s back and between his shoulders. His fingers slide through Will’s curls, his fingers gripping them tightly. After a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulls them out. Will groans loudly, his body trembling. Hannibal makes quick work of his belt and pants. He doesn’t bother to undress completely; he only needs to pull out his cock. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. He rips it with his teeth and slides it on. He strokes himself a few times, leading the tip to Will’s entrance. “Ready?”

Will nods eagerly, “Yes! Please fuck me. I need you.” He begs, legs spreading wider.

Hannibal grabs Will's hip and slowly starts to slide in. He can’t help but groan as he slips into Will’s tight heat. Feeling dizzy, Hannibal pauses, needing a moment to collect his bearings. Not having it, Will starts to rock his hips, begging Hannibal to move. Not wanting to deny his boy, Hannibal pulls out and thrusts forward, forcing a moan out of Will. Hannibal sets a rough pace, his fingers digging into the boy's hips. Each moan only encourages Hannibal to thrust faster until he’s practically bending the boy in half.

Will continues to moan loudly, his hand dragging down the sheets, trying to grab onto something. His curls are damp with sweat, the bralette still bunched around his back. When the boy's hand starts to slide down to reach for his own cock Hannibal grabs it and forces it down. He leans down until his chest is pressed to Will's back. His mouth finds Will’s ear, “Don’t.” Will whines in complaint but makes no other move to touch himself.

Satisfied Hannibal continues to fuck Will, “You’re so tight.” He whispers gently, his lips kissing Will’s neck. "Sucking me in so well." His mouth sucks another hickey onto Will's neck. “Do you wanna come?”

Will nods, “Please.”

“Please what?”

Will groans in frustration, “Let me come.”

Hannibal slaps Will’s thigh again, “No need to be rude.”

Will moans, “Please let me come.” He says his voice strained.

Hannibal reaches down and grabs Will’s cock. He starts to stroke it in time with his thrusts, “Come, Will.”

Will screams as he comes, his cock pulsing in Hannibal’s hand as he makes a mess on the bedsheets. Hannibal continues to stroke Will, focusing on chasing his orgasm even after Will goes limp. Hannibal grits his teeth, his monster clawing at his stomach. He snaps his hips forward and comes, not able to control himself as he sinks his teeth into Will’s neck. Closing his eyes, he imagines his seed spreading into Will’s stomach and dripping down his thighs. As the haze clears, he removes his mouth and straightens up. Below him, Will is a mess of shaky limbs. Hannibal gently pulls out and takes off the condom, tying and tossing it into a nearby trash can.

He scoops Will into his arms and turns to lie on his back, Will between his legs. His kiss Will’s neck, “Are you alright, cara mia?”

It takes a while for Will to answer, “That was amazing.”

Hannibal can’t help but smile, “Good.” He lets his eyes trail down Will’s naked body, his legs spread open cock soft against his leg. Hannibal runs his hands down Will’s shoulders, “Are you free tomorrow?”

Will sighs softly as he relaxes, “You can come over again if you’d like.”

Hannibal pets Will’s hair, “You misunderstand, I wish to take you to breakfast.”

Will sits up and turns around, “What?”

Hannibal reaches out to fix the bralette he’d pushed up earlier, “Just as I said, I want to treat you to breakfast.”

Will bites his lip, “Where?”

“There’s this lovely cafe a few minutes away from my house, and they serve the most delicious French pastries,” Hannibal explains, his hands resting on the boy's waist.

Will is quiet for a second, his eyes narrowing slightly. “How far?”

Hannibal laughs softly, “No need to worry yourself, I shall pick you up. Does 11 work?”

Will nods, “Yeah, that works.”

After redressing and paying Will’s despite the boy's protests about the amount. Hannibal presses a kiss to Will’s curls, then turns to go back to his car. Hannibal knows this obsession isn’t going away any time soon. In that moment, he decides that no matter what, Will is going to be his.

Notes:

Thank you so muck for reading!!

Chapter 4

Notes:

New chapters might be a little far apart since I'm starting college soon but I am dedicated to getting this done.

Using his blinker, Hannibal turns into the parking lot of Will’s apartment building. He pulls into a parking spot. Looking over to the passenger seat, he grabs the gift bag he’d gotten for Will and places it by his feet. He turns off the car and starts to get out of it. He regrets not asking Will for his number yesterday. Having no way of contacting Will upon his arrival, he had no choice but to knock on the door, but as he was about to approach. The door to room 109 opens, and Will walks out. He closes and locks it. When he turns around to face Hannibal, he stands there awkwardly. Will looks nothing like he usually does at the club. Instead of tight-fitted clothing, the boy wears a green flannel and baggy blue jeans. A pair of glasses sit on Will's nose, obscuring his blue eyes. His hands fiddle at his sides, “Was I supposed to dress fancy?”

Hannibal breaks from his trance and shakes his head, “No dress code was stated. Now, shall we leave?” He walks over to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for Will.

Will’s eyes widen, “You drive a fucking Bentley?”

Hannibal smiles, “Yes, and remember what I said about foul language, Will?”

Will walks over, his posture rigid, all the confidence from the club gone. “You only said I was naughty.” He steps into the car and sits down.

Pleased, Hannibal closes the door and walks over to the driver’s side. Opening the door, he gets in as well. “I’d love to take the time to get to know you, dear Will.” He turns on the car and pulls out of the parking lot. When Will doesn’t respond, Hannibal continues, “Of course, I don’t want to overwhelm you, so we will only talk about what you are comfortable sharing.”

Will nods and looks out the window.

Hannibal stays silent as he drives, not sure if he likes this quieter side of Will. It’s not that he wishes any part of Will to fade away, but the boy is stiff with anxiety. Music plays softly through the car’s speakers, filling the spaces where conversation would usually go. After 15 minutes of driving, Hannibal finally pulls into a parking lot. After getting out, Hannibal goes to get the door for Will, but Will’s already opening it himself. Will looks at the cafe, “You said it was French?”

Nodding Hannibal goes to set his hand on Will’s back, but pulls away when Will flinches. Deciding to ignore Will's reaction, Hannibal starts to walk. He opens the door for Will, ushering him in. The cafe smells of fresh bread and coffee. “Feel free to get whatever you want, my treat.”

Will nods softly as he looks up at the menu, “Ok.” Walking up to the counter, Will orders, “I’ll have a pain au chocolat and black coffee, please.” The cashier nods and puts in the order, “And for you?” She looks at Hannibal.

“I’ll also have a pain au chocolat with a café creme.” Hannibal pulls out his card and pays. He leads Will to a table, “Thank you for agreeing to come. I find this place delightful.” Will sits down and nods. Hannibal continues, “Your French accent is excellent. Do you speak?”

Will nods, “I grew up speaking creole french.”

Hannibal smiles, “Often found in Louisiana is that where you were born?”

“My dad and I moved around a lot, and Louisiana is just where we spent most of our time.” Will fiddles with the cuff of his flannel. It’s hard to believe the boy before him was the same person who’d begged Hannibal to fuck him only yesterday. Hannibal hadn’t expected Will to be so closed off, making his plan to gain the boy’s trust a little harder than he had initially thought.

“What’s your last name?” Hannibal asks as a worker comes over to give them their order. Thanking her, Hannibal turns his attention back to Will.

Will picks up his fork, “Graham.”

Hannibal smiles, “Will Graham and what brought you to Baltimore?”

Will’s eyes dart up to Hannibal’s, “Why do you want to know?” The defensiveness coming from Will’s tone is harsh, like he’s a dog raising its hackles.

Hannibal takes a sip of his drink, “As I mentioned, I want to get to know you a little better.”

Will goes to speak but is interrupted when a phone dings. Immediately, Will reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. His brow furrows as he quickly types back a reply. Ignoring Will’s rudeness for now, Hannibal waits patiently. Will’s eyes dart over his phone screen, and starts to type again. After sending the text, he sets his phone down on the table. “I don’t see the point of us getting friendly.”

Hannibal cuts into his pain au chocolat, “I disagree, I enjoy your company and want to have the opportunity to talk to you without the pressure of sex. I hope you find no offense when I say not only is that club disgraceful, but your apartment isn’t much better.”

Will aggressively cut into his pastry, “Sorry, my apartment wasn’t to your liking.”

Hannibal savors the creamy chocolate, “You misunderstand. I don’t fault you for the apartment's condition. Speaking of-” Hannibal is interrupted by Will’s phone dinging again, which the boy immediately grabs. Frowning Hannibal sets down his fork, “Will it’s very rude to text while having a conversation.”

Will says nothing as he types. Having had enough, Hannibal extends his hand, “Hand over your phone, Will.”

Looking up, Will scowls, “Why?”

“As I said, it is rude to text at the table, so hand it over.” There's a flash of fear in Will’s eyes that Hannibal doesn’t miss. Will’s grip on the phone increases, “I’m not giving you my phone.” Hannibal sighs, “Will.” But Will is already texting again. Before Hannibal can insist that Will hand over the phone, Will suddenly sits up, “I want to go home.”

Hannibal looks up at Will; the boy's whole demeanor is stiff and afraid. Standing up, Hannibal fixes his suit, “Ok, I’ll take you home.”

Will shakes his head, “No, I can walk.”

Hannibal starts to guide Will out of the cafe, “I insist.”

Following Hannibal back to the car, his hand still grips his phone. “Can you drive me to the club then?”

“If that’s what you want,” Hannibal says, helping Will in and going to get in himself. He starts the car and begins to make his way to the club. “Is everything alright?” He asks gently.

Will is typing on his phone again, ”Yeah, everything is fine.”

Hannibal doesn’t ask again; he’ll get the answers out of this boy eventually, so there is no need to rush. Will is much different from what Hannibal had thought. It’s not that Hannibal didn’t expect the way he acted at the club to be a persona; he just wasn't expecting this twitchy, anxious man before him to be the true Will. Pulling up to the club, Will immediately tries to open the door, but Hannibal stops him. “One moment, Will.” He reaches down and picks up the gift bag, handing it to a surprised Will. “I got you a gift.”

Will’s mouth opens and closes as he takes the bag. “You didn’t have to.” He says softly, looking into the bag.

Hannibal waves his hand, “I know, but I wanted to, so please open it.”

Will pulls away the tissue paper, reaches in and pulls out the gift. “Hannibal,” Will says softly as he looks at the lingerie set. It’s a deep red and the softest silk Will has ever felt. To his surprise, the set is clearly made to be worn by a man, the panties having space for his cock to rest in. There’s a garter belt made of the same fabric along with a pair of long stockings. He looks over at Hannibal, shocked, “Hannibal, how much was this?”

Hannibal smiles, “Don’t worry about that.”

Will stutters, “I-I can’t take this, you shouldn’t spend any money on me.”

“If you don’t like it, I can easily exchange it for a different set. I guessed your measurements, and though I’m not sure if you like wearing red, I know for a fact it’ll look stunning on you.”

Will looks back at the lingerie, his fingers rubbing the fabric. “Let me pay you a pack, please.”

Hannibal shakes his head, “Getting to see you wear it is payment enough.”

Will blushes and puts the lingerie back into the bag, “I- thank you.” He leans over and places a soft kiss on Hannibal’s cheeks.

“It was my pleasure, cara mia.” Hannibal’s hand reaches to grasp the back of Will's head. His finger running through the soft curls, he presses his nose to Will's ear and inhales..

Will laughs, “You’re like a dog.”

Hannibal pulls away, “As I mentioned before, it's difficult to avoid.”

Will’s blush darkens as he goes to open the door, “Thank you for lunch, I'll see you around.” His arms are holding the gift bag close to his chest.

“Take care of yourself, Will,” Hannibal says as Will closes the door. He watches as the boy enters the club.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 5

Notes:

I'm trying my hardest to reread and make sure there are no spelling mistakes/errors. Also I'm watching Hannibal right now and I got to say I'm not making up how much of a slut Will Graham is for this story. Like Jesus Christ Will we all see how much you face away from Hannibal just so he looks at your ass.

Hannibal exits his car and makes his way into the club. Yesterday hadn’t gone exactly how Hannibal wanted. Will is far more closed off than anticipated. The only information Hannibal was able to get out of Will is that he moved around a lot with his father. Will hadn’t mentioned a mother or any siblings, so it is safe to assume it was only Will and his dad. He’d been extremely defensive about his reasons for being in Baltimore, not willing to give Hannibal any details. At the club, Will seems to enjoy himself, but that is likely a mask he wears. Most men would be turned off by Will’s defensive and overall rude attitude. In most cases, Hannibal would already be planning how he would dispose of Will. Certainly, the world would be much better without his rotten posterior and vulgar mouth. But never once did killing Will cross Hannibal’s mind. Despite contradicting every single one of Hannibal's standards, he can’t help but find the boy fascinating.

Looking around, he searches for Will’s familiar curly hair. Hannibal can’t wait for the day he doesn’t have to return to his place. Every song that plays barely qualifies as music, and the flashing lights are similar to those used in certain light therapies. “Hannibal.” A familiar voice calls behind him, and it seems Will found him first. Turning around, Hannibal takes in the boy’s outfit. It’s a two-piece similar to a women's bathing suit. Hannibal smiles as he takes in the color, deep red close to the shade of the lingerie Hannibal had gotten him. Black fishnets adorn Will’s pale legs along with black heeled boots.

“I told you red is a good color on you.” Hannibal yearns to reach out for Will and pull the boy into his arms.

Will blushes softly, his hands clasped in front of him, “I’m happy you’re here.” His eyes flutter as he looks down at Hannibal’s body. “I like your suit.”

Hannibal rubs his hand down his chest, "Thank you, Will.”

Will looks around as if searching for something or someone. Eventually, he reaches out and grabs Hannibal's hand. Turning around, Will leads him to the back door again. Knowing where Will is leading them, Hannibal smiles. Remembering the last time they’d been together in that dressing room. Will’s flushed face, chin wet with saliva, flashes in Hannibal’s mind. Once they walk into the dressing room, Will quickly pushes Hannibal back onto the faded couch. Resting his hands on Hannibal’s shoulders, Will stands between Hannibal’s legs.

“I wanted to say sorry for the way I acted yesterday,” Will says hesitantly. “You were kind and bought me breakfast and a gift. I was defensive and rude through the whole thing.” His hand moves to Hannibal’s neck, pulling the man closer. “If you’ll allow it, I'd like to give you a proper apology.” Will slowly starts to sink to his knees, but is stopped by Hannibal’s hands grabbing Will’s hips.

“Worry not, dear Will,” Hannibal says, rubbing his thumbs over the protruding bone of his hips. “I took no offense at your attitude, so I am willing to forgive you.” Hannibal presses his nose to Will’s stomach, feeling the warmth of the boy's skin. “But I will accept any apology you are willing to give.” His lips press to Will’s flat stomach, smiling when he feels it dip.

Will’s hands move to Hannibal’s hair, gripping the strands as Hannibal continues to lay kisses all over the boy’s flesh. “Hannibal.” He says softly, and tugs at the man’s hair until their eyes meet. Will wets his lips, his eyes searching for something on Hannibal’s face. Suddenly, Will leans down and presses their lips together. The boy’s lips are like silk on Hannibal’s, kissing him slowly. One of Hannibal’s hands darts up to grab the back of Will’s neck as he opens his mouth. He bites Will’s lip, pleased at the soft sound Will makes in response. Pulling Will closer, he grabs the boy’s leg, pulling him onto his lap. Will wraps his arms around Hannibal’s neck, his body pressing insistently against Hannibal's.

Using his tongue, Hannibal searches for entrance into Will’s mouth, only to be denied. Growling softly, Hannibal slaps Will’s ass, taking advantage of Will’s open mouth as the boy moans. He slides his tongue against Will’s groaning. The kiss quickly turns hot and insistent. Will’s mouth is wet and warm for Hannibal to lick into. His hands travel around the boy’s body. Gliding down his back and over his ass. He guides Will’s hips closer to his own, encouraging Will to rock them.

Will moans, his tongue becoming more insistent, pushing deeper into Hannibal’s mouth. Hannibal closes his lips around it and sucks, forcing another moan out of Will. His hand moves to Will’s cheek, his thumb rubbing the boy’s cheekbone. Feeling lightheaded, Hannibal breaks the kiss, his lips brushing Will’s a few more times, unable to pull away fully. “You are truly a delicious little devil.”

Will is panting softly, each breath warming Hannibal’s lips. He leans forward searching to kiss Hannibal again. Hannibal dodges the kiss and moves to press his lips to Will’s neck. His hand grabs Will’s curls as he nips at the boy’s skin. Something possessive uncurls in his chest when he spots the faded mark of his teeth from before. Will is hard and rubbing against him, soft moans leaving his swollen lips. He looks lost, eyes foggy with desire as he tugs Hannibal up for another kiss. Just as Hannibal is about to find Will’s lips again, his eyes spot the discoloration on Will’s cheek. His hand moves up to Will’s chin, holding him still. “Why’d you stop?” Will says his voice is rough.

After a closer look, Hannibal can see a purple mark that had been attempted to be covered by makeup. Looking at his own thumb, Hannibal can see where he’d rubbed it off earlier, “Where’d this bruise come from, Will?”

Hannibal might as well have poured cold water onto Will’s back the way the boy jerks back and tumbles off Hannibal’s lap. Cursing, Will scrambles over to the vanity, searching his face in the mirror. After rubbing his cheek with his fingers, he reaches for a product and starts to apply it all over his cheek. “Fuck I’m sorry, I thought I covered it.” Will grabs a brush and starts to blend the freshly applied makeup. Hannibal stands up and starts to walk over, watching how the bruise disappears.

“Will.” Hannibal’s voice has a hint of warning. Will flinches as Hannibal approaches him. He holds the brush as he turns to look at Hannibal. Will’s face is a mix of fear and embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. We can continue if you just go sit back down. You don’t have to pay…”

Will is cut off when Hannibal sets his hand on Will’s cheek. “I used to be a doctor, so if you’ll allow me, I'd like to look at it.”

Will looks at Hannibal, his eyes wide, clearly not expecting this reaction, “It’s just a bruise, Hannibal, it’s fine.”

Hannibal lets go of Will’s cheek and turns to look at the mess of makeup products, “I’d still like to check.” Finding what he needs, he leads Will over to the couch. He ushers Will to sit down and uses the make-up wipe he’d collected to clear away the makeup. Beneath the concealer is a large, looking bruise spread across Will’s cheekbone. “How did you get this bruise?”

“I fell,” Will says immediately, but his voice wavers like he doesn’t believe the words himself.

Hannibal presses his fingers against the bruise, causing Will to wince, “Do you fall often, Will?” Will says nothing, so Hannibal continues, “It’s only a minor bruise. I recommend keeping it iced every night to counter inflammation.” Will nods, “Ok.” When Hannibal pulls away, Will sits up and immediately goes to cover the bruise like he can’t bear to look at it.

“Now, Will, tell me where you got that bruise. I know it’s not from falling.”

Will continues to press the new coat of makeup into his skin, “Can we just forget you ever saw it?”

Hannibal frowns, “If someone’s hurting you, you need to tell me.”

Will throws the makeup brush onto the table, “I don’t need to tell you anything.” He turns around and leans against the vanity, the boy's hands holding onto the edge. “So, you can you please just fucking drop it?”

Hannibal can only put up with Will’s sour attitude for so long: “I do not like your tone, William.”

“Don’t you dare call me William!” Will’s eyes flash dangerously as he walks over to Hannibal, shoving his finger to the older man’s chest. “Do you think I want to rub myself all over you? I’m doing this because I want you to fucking pay me so I can go home and get out of this ridiculous outfit! So either bend me over and fuck me or get out!” Throughout the exchange, Will has slowly backed Hannibal against the couch, forcing Hannibal to sit down. Will towers over Hannibal, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Hannibal stares up at Will, his eyes wide with wonderment. For a second, Hannibal had been convinced Will was going to attack him. The idea of Will bearing his teeth and ripping Hannibal apart is appetizing in its own way. Quelling the sudden arousal, Hannibal presses his hand to Will’s chest. The feel of the boy’s heart pounding below his hand setting a fire in Hannibal’s stomach. “Calm down, Will, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Will, still trying to slow his breathing, takes a few steps back and quickly turns around, going back to the vanity. Pulling open the drawer, Will reaches in and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulls one out, lights it and takes a deep drag, “You should probably go.” He says after a while.

Hannibal watches Will carefully; the boy’s shoulders are stiff as he smokes. Standing up, Hannibal makes his way over, “Is that what you want?”

Will takes another hit of his cigarette, “Just go.” Smoke leaves his lungs as he speaks.

Not wanting to push Will any further, Hannibal goes to the door, waiting a second to see if Will takes it back. After a couple of beats of silence, Hannibal opens the door and leaves.

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It only takes three days until Hannibal can’t handle it anymore. After completing all his appointments for the day, he makes his way to the club. After looking around and even asking a bartender, it’s clear that Will isn’t there. Frustrated Hannibal goes back to his car and drives to Will’s apartment. Hannibal knows he’s on the borderline of obsession, but he doesn't care. Will has consumed him whole, swallowing Hannibal’s mind and body to the point where Hannibal can’t tell which actions are his. He could be going to Will based on his own wants or maybe Will’s beckoning him over, pulling the strings of Hannibal’s person suit.

Not caring if anything happens to his car, Hannibal gets out and goes straight to Will’s door. Trying to keep his temper at bay, he forces himself to knock softly. He can hear Will’s muffled voice before the door opens. “Hello-” Will freezes as he looks up at Hannibal. He’s wearing the same robe he’d worn with Hannibal, his hand bunching the fabric by his chest to keep it closed. “Hannibal?” Will says, his voice going down to a whisper.

Hannibal’s eyes quickly move down Will’s frame, “Hello Will, I wanted to apologize and invite you over to my house for dinner.”

Will looks at Hannibal like he grew two heads, “You what? Like now?”

“I was thinking tomorrow, but if that doesn’t work for you, I can reschedule.”

Will goes to speak, but another voice interrupts him. “What the fuck is taking so long?” Will’s face drops, and he quickly looks behind him, “I’ll be over in a minute.” The man scoffs, “Well, hurry the fuck up, I paid for an hour, so I’m getting a fucking hour.” Will looks back at Hannibal, “Now really isn’t a good time.”

A figure walks behind Will, an arm swinging around the boy’s shoulder. The man has shaggy blond hair and a cigarette between his pursed lips. His brows narrow when he sees Hannibal, “Who the fuck is this?” Will cringes, “He’s another client.” The man takes the cigarette from his lips, “Well, tell him to fuck off, I’ve already got you tonight, right gorgeous?” His hand grabs Will’s curls, pulling the boy’s head back slightly. It takes far too much self-control for Hannibal to not slam the man’s face into the doorframe. The man is shirtless, showing a hairy chest, and has a hideous tattoo on his neck.

Will’s eyes meet Hannibal's, "I've already got a client tonight, but we can do tomorrow like you said.”

Catching what Will means, Hannibal nods, “I’ll pick you up at 5.” His eyes go back to the man. Hot jealousy scorches his body; all he wants to do is tear Will away from this man. And then tear this man’s spine through his mouth.

Will nods, “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He closes the door, muttering something to the man beside him. Hannibal stands there lost in the daze of his anger, but when he starts to hear noises coming from inside Will’s apartment does he turn around and go back to his car. Hannibal has never been driven by emotions to kill; other than his late sister's killers, Hannibal has kept his rage in check. He doesn’t kill out of need; it’s why he’s never been caught. If Hannibal wanted to, he could stop entirely. But seeing that man near Will, touching him, causing those sounds to leave Will's lips. It took every ounce of self-control Hannibal had not to go in there and kill that man on the spot. He can only imagine feeding Will the meat of the man who’d desecrated his perfect body. Maybe one day, but for now, Hannibal needs to play it safe. He can’t go and off everyone who’s slept with Will.

Needing to blow off some steam, Hannibal decides to go fetch tomorrow’s dinner; there's a certain man he’s been meaning to kill. It’s only customary that he feeds Will, the man who’d lead Hannibal to him in the first place. Even though a few days ago Will expressed that he didn't want to be intimate with Hanniball, he knows it is a lie. Will’s eyes say it all; not only does he want Hannibal. He is pleading for Hannibal to save him. Which is exactly what Hannibal plans to do.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!!

Special cameo is for the real ones <3

Chapter 6

Notes:

I am far too excited to post this chapter that I can't wait. Shit is about to start getting interesting.

With dinner cooking in the oven, Hannibal goes upstairs to get ready. He chooses one of his nicer suits, dressing in front of the mirror. He looks down at his tablet on the screen is Tattlecrimes.com. Miss Lounds has always been resourceful in finding crime scenes before the FBI. Not that Hannibal particularly cares about any murders other than his own. Across the home page reads her latest article, "The Chesapeake Ripper Strikes Again”. Hannibal loves reading her articles, he doesn’t find them informational. If anything, they were more similar to the comedy stories that are often printed in newspapers. Like Hannibal, Freddy also criticized the FBI’s inability to track down ‘The Chesapeake Ripper'. Perhaps in another life, there was someone smart enough to catch him.

Walking downstairs, he checks on the meat one more time before leaving to pick up Will. Tonight, he is committed to finally getting the boy’s number and perhaps the name of the man Will had been with last night. Grabbing the keys, Hannibal gets into his Bentley and goes to get Will. He hopes to give Will a proper apology, even if he doesn’t think he’s the one who should apologize. Will is like a wounded animal, biting when threatened, but in actuality, all he needs is a gentle hand.

Pulling up to Will’s apartment, Hannibal goes to get out when, like last time, the door to the apartment opens. When Will walks out, Hannibal smiles at the boy's obvious attempt to dress nicely. He’s wearing a coral collared button-up, and his curls are styled. Unlocking his car, Will walks over and opens the passenger door. “Hi.” He says awkwardly, getting in.

“Hello, Will,” Hannibal says with a smile, putting the car into reverse. “I’m happy you agreed to come over for dinner.”

Will nods, “Yeah, uh, thank you for the invitation.”

The two drive in comfortable silence, and when they finally make it to Hannibal’s house, he pulls into the driveway. Turning the car off, he gets out and goes to let Will out. Thanking Hannibal, Will gets out and looks up at Hannibal’s house. The boy’s face is wide with shock. “This is your house?”

Smiling Hannibal leads Will to the door, “Yes.” Once inside, Will stands there like he’s not sure what to do. “Should I take my shoes off?”

“If you choose. I don’t enforce any rules,” Hannibal says as he brings Will over to the sitting room. “Please get comfortable, I will go check on dinner.” Leaving Will, Hannibal goes to the kitchen. He checks the meat, then makes sure all the side dishes are ready. Going back to Will, he finds the boy sitting stiff on the couch. “Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. Would you like a drink while we wait?” Hannibal walks over and opens his alcohol cabinet.

“Do you have Whiskey?”

Nodding Hannibal grabs a bottle, “Yes.” He pours two glasses and brings one over to Will. Sitting down on a chair, Hannibal takes a sip. The alcohol's smooth as it travels down Hannibal’s throat. When Will takes a sip of his own, he groans softly, “Shit, this is good.”

Ignoring the twitch of his cock, Hannibal sets down his glass. “How have you been, Will?”

Will takes another sip of his drink before responding, “I’ve been ok.”

Rubbing his chin, Hannibal nods softly. “I’m happy to see you are well. I’ve been wanting to ask, how long have you worked at that club?”

Will sighs, leaning back to get more comfortable. “2 years, I started when I was 20.” His eyes stare at the glass, his finger playing with the rim. “What do you do for a job? A few days ago, you used to be a doctor?”

“I was a trauma surgeon for a while, but I decided to go into Psychiatry once it became too much for me.” He doesn’t miss the way Will’s eyes narrow when he hears the word psychiatry.

“What do you mean by too much?” Will asks carefully.

“It pained me to see my patients die even after doing everything I could to save them. It felt as if I were the one who killed them. And so far, no one’s died as a result of my therapy." He picks his glass back up to drink.

Will nods, finishing his drink, “I guess that makes sense.”

Hannibal collects Will's drink and brings their glasses to the cabinet, setting them down. “Dinner will be ready soon, so let’s move to the dining room.” Will stands up and lets Hannibal guide him. Once at the table, he pulls a chair out for Will, “I need to go put the final touches on the dishes. If you need anything, you only need to ask.” He brushes the back of Will’s neck, making the boy shudder. “Ok, Hannibal.”

Smiling Hannibal turns to go to the kitchen. He pulls the meat out of the oven and begins to plate it. He pours the red sauce over the meat and adds the final garnishes. Grabbing the two plates, he makes his way out of the kitchen. Pleased to see Will still seated, he brings the dish over, placing it in front of Will. “Honey-roasted pork loin with a Cumberland sauce traditionally served in England, named after the Duke of Cumberland. Who was a member of the House of Lords in the 19th century?” Hannibal then turns around to grab a bottle of wine he’d selected just for this dinner. He pours Will a glass before pouring his own, unbuttoning his blazer he sits down.

Will sits there looking at the food below him, “When you invited me for dinner, I assumed you had a private chef or something.”

Hannibal picks up his cutlery, “I don’t find use in paying someone to do something I can do myself. I find great pleasure in cooking, especially for other people. So please eat your food.”

Will picks up his fork and knife and cuts in, dipping the meat into the sauce. Hannibal watches in great satisfaction as Will takes the first bite. Licking some of the sauce from his lips, Will smiles softly, “It’s delicious.”

Hannibal smiles and goes to take a bite himself, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavor. He grabs his wine and brings it to his nose, “I’m happy to see you enjoying it. If you’d allow it, I would cook for you every night."

Will blushes as he takes his own glass of wine, taking a huge sip. “All I know how to cook is fish.”

“Do you often eat fish?” Hannibal asks, continuing to eat.

Will shrugs, stabbing more loin with his fork, “Not really, I used to a lot in my childhood. My dad worked by the docks, so I spent most of my time fishing.”

“Do you still fish?”

Will shakes his head, face going bitter, “No, not anymore. I think the last time I went fishing was 3 years ago. I like flyfishing and I used to live in Virginia, so I’d go fishing in the rivers during the weekends.” Hannibal can see the sadness and pain in Will’s eyes. “But life got busy.”

Hannibal wonders if the reason Will refuses to talk about why he moved to Baltimore has something to do with why he stopped fishing. Not wanting to push Will further, Hannibal changes the subject, “You look very beautiful tonight, I hope you know that.” Satisfied to see the blush on Will's cheeks deepen, he continues. “I appreciate you taking the time to look nice, but I will say I very much prefer to see your curls wild.”

Will licks his lips, “You also look nice, Hannibal.”

It amazes Hannibal how, with only a few words, Will is able to light a fire in his gut. “I took the pleasure of wearing one of my nicer suits for you.. Perhaps one day you will allow me to dress you as well.”

Will’s eyes darken as he looks at Hannibal, his eyes meeting Hannibal's for the first time that night. He’d been pleased to see Will not wearing the glasses he’d worn at breakfast. “What would you dress me in?”

“I’m thinking a black suit, with a blue tie. It’ll not only bring out your pale skin but also your blue eyes. I’d keep your curls loose and malleable beneath my fingertips. But the true gift would be what’s hidden underneath. I’d have you wrapped in silk, each curve accentuated, dripping in red. Your legs are free, so I may spread them apart.” By the time Hannibal is done speaking, both men are breathing heavily, high on lust.

Will quickly stands up and makes his way over to Hannibal, “Take me to your bed.”

Needing no more encouragement, Hannibal stands up and scoops Will into his arms. The food forgotten, he brings Will upstairs, his lips pressing to every inch of skin he can get to. Will’s arms wrap around Hannibal’s neck, pulling him closer. Once in Hannibal’s bedroom, he immediately turns to press Will against the wall causing a soft grunt to leave Will’s lips. Taking the opportunity, Hannibal shoves his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Oh, how he’d missed this. 3 days was far too long to be apart. Hannibal holds Will's thighs, keeping the boy close as Will starts to pull at Hannibal's tie.

Hannibal presses closer, his hips sliding against Will’s, causing both men to groan. Rutting against each other, they continue to kiss. Hot mouths slide together, trying to devour the other in an endless battle of need. Making sure Will is secure, Hannibal reaches and starts to unbutton Will’s shirt. After the first few buttons, a flash of red catches Hannibal's attention. Pulling away from the kiss, he looks at Will's chest. “You naughty little devil.” His eyes widen when he recognizes the lingerie set he bought for Will. He quickly pulls Will away from the wall and walks to the bed. “You dangerous little vixen, tempting me like this. You will be the death of me.” He tosses Will onto the sheets.

Will smiles, leaning his body back and spreading his legs. “Still hungry, Hannibal?” A low growl leaves Hannibal’s throat. Will has no idea how truly starving Hannibal is. He yearns to get his teeth on Will’s bones, to lick between each rib desperately looking for every morsel. He stays standing by the bed, “Undress.” Voice husky voice as he reaches to pull off his tie.

Will quickly pulls off his shirt, revealing more of the silk bralette. He reaches for his pants and slides them off his legs. Hannibal pauses when the panties and garter belt are revealed, the long stockings hugging Will’s thighs. Sitting up, Will reaches for Hannibal, “Please fuck me.” Hannibal tosses his shirt to the side and grabs Will's hips. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop using such vulgar words?”

Will laughs, “At least a few more times.” Before Hannibal can respond, Will pulls him down for a kiss. Letting Will lick his mouth, he roams his hands over Will’s body. Will’s skin is warm and smooth, his legs and arms hairless. Will tugs at Hannibal’s hair, pulling it out of its usual combed style. Their tongues meet in a wet dance, sliding deeper as either one fights for dominance. Bringing his hand to Will’s curls he pulls his head back. He noses along Will’s cheek, kissing the boy’s ear. “I wish to tear you apart.”

Will moans, his hips pressing up. “I welcome you to try.” Moving to kiss down Will’s neck, Hannibal brushes his tongue over the boy’s pulse. He slips his fingers underneath the garter belt on Will’s waist. Each moan Hannibal brings out of Will is a small victory, his fingers digging deeper into the boy’s skin. Traveling down to Will's collarbone, he places soft kisses on every inch of skin. One of Will’s legs moved to rest on Hannibal’s hip, pulling him closer. Continuing his descent, Hannibal presses kisses to Will’s chest and stomach. He nips at the boy’s hips, nose brushing the soft silk. When he gets to the bulge in Will’s panties, he looks up. Will’s eyes are dark and half-lidded, his lips parted in soft pants.

Smirking like the cat who caught the canary, Hannibal unclips the stocking from the garter and grabs the hem of Will’s panties. He slowly pulls them down until Will’s cock springs free. Hannibal had regretted not getting to look at it last time they had sex and is determined to make up for lost time. When he goes to grab Will’s now bare hips, he notices slight purple bruising. He looks back at Will, his thumb brushing the marks.

Seeing Hannibal’s want for an explanation, Will speaks, “Just ignore those, they're from last night.” At the evidence of what that pig did to his boy’s body, Hannibal sees red. He grips Will’s hips tighter, his monster begging to be set free. “I will erase every shroud of evidence from your body that even suggests another man touched you.”

Will gasps softly, his hand gripping Hannibal’s hair tightly. “Please touch me.” Will’s true words are loud and clear. Please make it all go away. Hannibal leans down and takes Will’s cock into his mouth, causing the boy to moan loudly. Here, Will tastes better than Hannibal imagined, the sweet saltiness pleasant on his tongue. Hannibal’s eyes stay on Will as he sucks the boy deep into his throat. He watches as Will’s face contorts in pleasure, the symphony of his moans increasing.

Pulling off Will’s cock, he moves to take one of the boy’s balls between his lips. Hannibal’s hands move down to Will’s thighs, lifting them up. Will sets his legs on Hannibal's shoulders, his thighs tightening around Hannibal's head. Smiling Hannibal goes back to sucking the boy’s cock, his fingers reaching down to rub across Will’s hole. Will gasps as his legs tense, “Oh God.”

Removing his mouth from Will’s cock, Hannibal leans up to grab a bottle of lube he’d left on the bedside table. “There’s no God in our bed tonight, Will.” He pours a generous amount onto his fingers and brings them back to Will’s entrance. He slides in one finger, rubbing it up and down to get Will used to the intrusion. Once Will’s less tense, he slides in a second. Returning to sucking Will off, he searches for the boy's prostate. Will cries out in pleasure, and Hannibal smiles, knowing he found it. Continuing his slow torture on Will’s body, he grips Will’s hip to keep him still.

Will moans loudly, his legs twitching. “Hannibal! Please don’t stop!” He tries to rock his hips fucking himself from both sides. Hannibal could stay here for hours, his head foggy from lack of oxygen. He’d happily die between Will’s legs, welcoming the afterlife for just a taste of this paradise.Will’s hands grip Hannibal’s hair, tugging him down, and moans as he releases down Hannibal's throat. The boy’s hole tightens around Hannibal’s fingers. Swallowing every drop, Hannibal keeps his fingers pressed to the boy’s prostate, prolonging his orgasm. After a few more spurts, Will’s body falls boneless back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Hannibal pulls off with a loud pop, “Good boy.” He kisses the boy’s spent cock, making Will whine. Removing his fingers, he rubs them onto the bedsheets. He reaches down to pull off his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. Will sits up and goes to reach for Hannibal’s cock, but his hand is stopped. “Let me.” But Hannibal shakes his head, “No, Will, let me take care of you tonight.”

Will seems to hesitate but does lie back down, “Ok.” Satisfied, Hannibal roams his hands over Will’s body. He lifts Will’s legs and grabs the lube. Pouring some directly onto Will’s hole, he tosses the tube and slides two fingers back in. “Sei così bella amore mio.” Adding the third finger, he spreads them, opening Will wider. “Ti aprì così bene per me.” He removes his fingers and grabs a condom. Tearing it open he pulls it over his cock. Using more lube, he coats his cock and leads it to Will’s hole. Pushing Will’s legs back to the boy’s chest, he lets out a groan as he slides in. He’d missed this feeling.

Will moans, his back arching, pressing down on Hannibal’s cock. Grabbing Will’s wrists, Hannibal presses the boy’s arms above his head. He kisses Will’s neck as he draws his hips back and slowly slides back in. Will’s head tilts searching for Hannibal’s mouth. Meeting them, Hannibal kisses Will as he sets a slow but deep pace. Keeping one hand on Will’s wrists, Hannibal grabs the boy’s thigh, pressing it down.

Hannibal licks into Will’s mouth, swallowing each of Will’s moans. The boy’s hole is heaven around Hannibal, sucking him back in each time he pulls out. Their sex is slow, Hannibal savoring each thrust. Will is a panting mess in Hannibal’s arms, sweat across his furrowed brow wetting his curls. “Hannibal, please.” He begs against Hannibal’s lips.

“What do you need, my dear boy?” Hannibal bites Will’s bottom lip.

“Faster.”

Hannibal presses his nose to Will’s neck, “Cara mia.” He draws his hips back and snaps them forwards, forcing a loud moan out of Will’s lips. He pushes harder and harder, the bed frame hitting the wall in loud bangs. He grips Will’s body tighter, pulling him until he fits into every crevice of Hannibal’s body. Hannibal bites his cheek trying to keep in the love confession that teeters on the tip of his tongue. He lets go of Will’s wrists, running his fingers through the boy's curls to pull his head back. Attacking Will’s neck, he snaps his hips into the boy until he’s screaming.

With one final push, Hannibal bites Will’s neck and releases the into the condom. He groans around Will’s neck fucking the boy through his orgasm. Will’s cries crescendo as he comes between their bodies, his hole tightening around Hannibal, making him moan. With Will now limp in his arms, Hannibal turns his body, laying Will on his chest. He kisses the fresh bite mark and rubs Will’s back, comforting the trembling boy. “You did so well.”

The two sit in comfortable silence, Hannibal petting Will’s hair as he waits for the boy to settle down. Will groans softly as he adjusts his body, causing Hannibal’s soft cock to fall out. Reaching down, Hannibal pulls off the condom, ties it off, and tosses it to the side. Will presses his face to Hannibal’s neck. His hands are gripping the man’s chest hair, and when Will speaks, his voice is muffled.

“What was that, dear?” Hannibal asks, kissing Will’s temple.

Lifting his head, Will looks at Hannibal, “When you spoke to me, you were speaking another language. What did you say?”

Hannibal cups Will's cheek, “I said you were beautiful.”

Will blushes and looks away, “How many languages do you speak?”

Hannibal smiles, “I speak 16 languages fluently.”

Will’s mouth drops, “16?! Which ones?”

“To name a few, I speak English, Italian, French, Japanese, Russian, German, Spanish, Latin, Greek, and Lithuanian,” Hannibal says, feeling smug; he never passes up an opportunity to flex.

Will smiles, “Where were you born?”

“I was born in Lithuania but moved to Italy as a young boy. I spent time in France during my schooling.” Hannibal says.

Will rests his head back down. “I’ve never left the country before.”

Hannibal runs his fingers through Will’s curls, “I’d love to show you Florence, Will.”

Will stays quiet, concerned that Hannibal pulls Will’s head back up. “Will.” He brushes his finger over the faded bruise on Will's cheek. “Tell me who hurt you.”

Will’s face drops in anguish, “It’s not something you should worry about, Hannibal.”

Hannibal presses a kiss to Will’s forehead, “Tell me.”

Sighing, Will sits up and moves between Hannibal's legs. “Matthew.”

“Who’s Matthew?” Hannibal reaches to touch Will’s arm.

“Matthew is my boyfriend.”

Hannibal’s stomach drops, his hand freezing. “You have a boyfriend?” His voice strained.

Will looks down, his face flushed with humiliation. “Yes.”

Hannibal pulls his hand off Will’s arm, worried he’ll hurt the boy. “Is he the man from last night?”

Will shakes his head, “No, that man is just a client, you haven’t met Matthew.” He moves his legs, pressing them to his chest. “You asked me why I came to Baltimore. It’s not a nice story, but… When I was 18, I was accepted into the University of Virginia. Growing up, we never had a lot of money. So I worked hard at school and was able to attend on a full-ride scholarship. It was there that I met Matthew. I was studying forensics, and so was he, so we became friends. Eventually, we started dating and everything was amazing. But after a while, he got into a bad crowd, which in turn got me into a bad crowd.” Tears start to form in Will’s eyes as he speaks. “It all fell apart when the school found out that I’d been showing up to class high. One day, they called me to the principal's office and gave me an opioid test. They found heroin in my blood, and I was immediately expelled. Matthew was also expelled, and since neither of us had a family to go back to, we just went off on our own. We couch surfed and stayed at a few motels, but eventually the money ran dry.

“Matthew got me the job at the club, and it was fun at first. Growing up, people never paid any attention to me, so it was nice to have all these people want me. But after a while, the excitement started to fade, and the club didn’t pay me that much anyway. It was Matthews' idea for me to start selling myself. I loved him and wanted to make him proud, so I agreed. It was only meant to be until Matthew could get a job, but here we are 2 years later, and I’m still doing it.”

Hannibal is speechless as he listens to Will talk, the story flooding through his mind. No wonder Will acted so defensively, not only about his past. After being used so many times, Will has likely shut down completely. “Will.” But Hannibal is cut off by Will raising his hand. “Don’t lie to me, Hannibal, don’t tell me everything is going to be ok.”

Hannibal takes Will’s hand, bringing it to his lips, “I’d never lie to you, mylimasis.” He cups Will’s cheek, “So you know it’s the truth when I tell you that you are the most resilient person I’ve ever met. I see a fire in you, and I admire it.” His thumb wipes away a tear from Will’s cheek. “You deserve the world, not this.”

Will’s eyes flutter closed, “It’s all my fault, Hannibal.”

Hannibal shushes Will softly, “My dear boy.” He pulls Will back to his body, wrapping his arms around Will. “Why did he hit you?”

Will stiffens, “W-when I came home after we had breakfast, Matthew noticed the gift you got me. He asked me where I got it, and I panicked and told him I bought it for myself. But after he saw how expensive it looked, he got really mad. He yelled at me for wasting money and smacked me across the cheek.”

Hannibal’s grip on Will tightened. Sensing Hannibal's reaction, Will looks up at him. “Please don’t blame yourself, Hannibal. I should have prepared better. I just didn’t want him finding out I went to breakfast with you.”

Hannibal sighs and moves his hand to the back of Will’s head, “Ok, but can I ask you something?”

Will nods.

“Do you use heroin as of now?”

Will shakes his head, “Not anymore, I've been clean for 6 months.”

Nodding in relief, Hannibal kisses Will’s forehead. “That’s good.”

Will rests in Hannibal’s arms, “Sometimes I miss it. It didn’t matter what those men did to me as long as I could get high afterwards. Many times, the men didn't have any money, so they'd pay me in drugs, so it was easy to get my hands on. I miss it so much, I feel like it’s never going to leave me alone.”

Hannibal rubs Will’s back; he is very aware of the effects of addiction and what it’s like trying to stop. He’d seen loads of cases as both a surgeon and psychiatrist. “I know Will.”

After a long while, Will expressed that it was probably time for him to go home. Not wanting to send Will back to that place, but having no reason to keep him here. Hannibal agrees and offers to drive Will home. Will nods and gets up, grabbing his clothes. Getting out of bed, Hannibal fetches some pants and puts them on. He then grabs a little gift bag and brings it out. “I got you another gift, Will.”

Will looks up from buttoning up his shirt, “Hannibal, I really don’t need you buying me all these presents.” Despite his words, he takes the gift bag. He opens it and pulls out a jewelry box. Looking at Hannibal dubiously, he flips it open and gasps.

Inside the box is a thin silver chain pendant with a gorgeous blue gem. “I understand jewelry might not be your thing, Will, but I thought the diamond matched your eyes perfectly.”

Looking back up at Hannibal, Will stutters, “Diamond?!”

Hannibal nods, “Specifically a blue diamond.”

“How much did this cost, Hannibal?” Will asks, looking back at the necklace.

Hannibal walks over, taking the box, “The price is irrelevant.” He takes out the necklace and clasps it around Will’s neck.

Will’s hand reaches to touch the stone, “Hannibal, I can’t accept a gift like this.”

Hannibal smiles as he admires Will’s face, “Of course you can.” He then reaches for his wallet, pulling it out. He goes to grab a few hundreds when Will stops him, “Hannibal, please don’t. Please don’t pay me, I’ll take the necklace. Just please don’t pay me like I’m a whore.”

Hannibal pauses, “I don’t think you're a whore Will.”

Will sighs, “Then don’t give me money like one.”

Hannibal puts his wallet away, “Ok.” He cups Will’s cheek and kisses his temple. “What is the next day you're available?”

Will looks at Hannibal, “I don’t have anything on Sunday.”

Hannibal smiles, “Perfect, may I get your phone number?”

Will bites his lip, “I can give you mine, but we can only talk about meeting up. And if you call, we can only have short conversations. I’m only supposed to use my phone for work, and Matthew goes through it regularly.”

Pushing down the flash of anger caused by hearing Matthew’s name, Hannibal turns to grab his phone. “That’s ok, put your number in and I’ll message you on Sunday when I’m coming to pick you up.”

Will nods and takes the phone, putting in his number and handing it back. Satisfied, Hannibal takes the phone and saves the number. “Now let’s get you home.”

After watching Will walk back into his apartment, Hannibal’s hands grip the steering wheel. Pulling out of the parking lot, he makes his way back home. Hannibal is never swayed by emotions to kill, but in this moment, he knows that he will never find peace until he kills Matthew.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!!

I use google translate for all the non-English dialogue so I apologize for any mistakes and hopefully I didn't offend and entire country.

Chapter 7

Notes:

This chapter was so much fun to write

The next few days, Hannibal went from store to store collecting all the supplies he needed. Since his knowledge on the subject is limited, he had to take the word of many of the shop workers. Even if Hannibal ended up sending way more than necessary, it was all worth it for Will. Will’s words stuck with Hannibal. How the boy had been trying to get his degree, only to have everything taken away. At the end of the day, Will decided to partake in those decisions, but that still doesn’t mean Matthew isn’t to blame.

To think that Will’s life could have been so different. Hannibal wonders if he and Will would have met in those circumstances. Hannibal likes to think they would’ve, fate bringing them together no matter what. Making sure all the supplies are locked away in his car, he goes to his kitchen to prepare a meal. They’ll likely be away for many hours, so having food to eat is a good idea. And Hannibal also just enjoys watching Will eat the food he’s prepared. Knowing that it is not only the type of meat Will is eating, but also being the one who provides for him.

Yesterday, he’d sent a message to Will, telling him he would not only be there early but to dress warmly. Of course, Hannibal is bringing extra coats, not trusting Will’s current wardrobe to be sufficient. Sending Will another text that he is on his way, Hannibal goes out to his car and gets in. Driving to Will’s apartment is almost second nature. Pulling his car into the parking spot, he waits for Will. As expected, Will comes out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. Will gets into Hannibal’s car, “You going to finally tell me what we're doing?”

Pulling out of the parking lot, Hannibal smiles, “It’s a surprise, Will.”

Will shakes his head, a small smile on his lips, “Is it far?

“About an hour's drive.”

Will looks at Hannibal, “You trying to kidnap me, Dr. Lecter?”

It’s the first time Will’s referred to Hannibal that way, and he doesn’t miss the warmth that spreads through his gut. “If I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn't have announced my arrival. Furthermore, driving my car would be reckless."

Will rests his head back against his seat. “Sounds like you’ve done it before.”

Hannibal smiles; little does his boy know. “Then I suggest you lock your door.”

Will laughs, “I’m sure you could kick down the door, I swear the lock on my apartment is about to disintegrate.”

Hannibal turns onto the highway. “You need to find a better apartment.”

Will scoffs, “Yeah, let me just pull a whole apartment out of my ass.”

“Sarcasm isn’t appreciated, and neither is your vulgar language.”

Will smiles, leaning over the center council, “What are you going to do to spank me?”

“Don’t tempt me, little devil. I have no qualms about pulling this car to the side to give you the discipline you so clearly need.”

Will’s cheeks go red, “Asshole,” He says under his breath, but Hannibal can hear the boy's smile. The two drive in silence until they pass a sign, Will reading it out loud. “Welcome to Virginia. Hannibal, where are you taking us?”

Hannibal reaches over his hand resting on Will’s knee, “You mentioned a few days ago that you used to go fishing in the rivers near your college. After doing some research, I found a few rivers known to be good for fishing in Wolf Trap.”

Will pauses for a second, “You’re taking me fishing?” He says softly, voice breaking slightly at the end.”

“Yes, I myself have never flyfished before, so I was hoping you could teach me?” Hannibal squeezes Will’s knee.

“Pull over,” Will says.

“Is everything good, Will?”

“Pull over,” Will says, against being more insistent.

Pulling the car to the side of the road, Hannibal turns to face Will, but before he can speak. Will is leaning over the center counsel to kiss Hannibal. Shocked, it takes a while for Hannibal’s brain to catch up. Will’s tongue is already deep into his mouth when he kisses back. Reaching for Will’s hair, he tugs the soft curls. Will moans softly, crawling to get onto Hannibal’s lap. “Will,” Hannibal says between kisses, trying to push the boy away.

Breaking the kiss, Will rests his head on Hannibal’s shoulder. “Why?” There’s a crack in his voice, making Hannibal's heart -which he believed to have died a long time ago- thump harder. “Why are you treating me like this? Will continues.

Hannibal pet Will's hair gently, “And how do I treat you?”

Will’s hand bunches the fabric of Hannibal's coat, “Like I matter.”

Hannibal can’t help but laugh softly, moving to cup Will’s cheek. “My dearest Will, I care for you more than you could ever know.”

Will’s eyes widen, “Hannibal, I don’t…” He cuts himself off. Hannibal presses his lips to Will’s cheek, the same one that had been bruised. “Let’s just enjoy ourselves today, Will. I wasn’t lying about you needing to teach me.”

Will laughs, “Ok.” He goes to climb off but is stopped by Hannibal, who places another kiss on Will’s lips. Rubbing Will’s back, he lets his fingers slide underneath the boy’s flannel. Will hums softly, grabbing the back of Hannibal’s head. The kiss ends with Hannibal leaving soft pecks on Will’s lips, “Get back to your seat, you wicked boy.”

Blushing, Will stumbles back into his seat, failing twice to buckle his seat belt. With a smirk, Hannibal pulls back onto the road. He sets his hand back on Will’s leg, driving the rest of the way in silence. After driving through a forest, Hannibal pulls over to park by an entrance to a trail. “It’ll be a 20-minute walk from here to the river. We’ll have to carry the supplies, but it shouldn't be too hard.” He gets out of the car, and Will follows him to the car’s trunk. When Hannibal opens it, Will gasps, “Hannibal, did you really rent all this?” The boy’s fingers touch the dismantled fishing poles.

Hannibal reaches in, grabbing a duffel bag, “No, I bought it.”

Will’s head whips around. “You bought 10,000 dollars' worth of flyfishing gear?”

Hannibal picks up another bag, “I bought us 10,000 dollars' worth of flyfishing gear. I had to take the recommendations from the shop’s owner, but I did my own research. Now, would you grab the rods and that bag?”

Will picks up one of the rods, running his fingers over it. “Us?”

Hannibal nods, “Of course, the majority belongs to you. I’ll keep it all at my house, but you may use it whenever you want.”

Will holds the rod close to his chest, “Thank you, Hannibal.”

Smiling Hannibal sets down a bag to cup Will’s cheek, "Anything for you, Mylimasis. Now hurry up.”

After gathering all of the stuff they need, they follow a trail until they reach a river. Hannibal is happy to see no one else is here and hopes it’ll stay that way. While Hannibal lies down on a blanket, Will starts to assemble the rods. Watching from afar, Hannibal notices the smile on Will’s face, like a child unwrapping a Christmas present. Hannibal knows that no matter what he will do everything in his power to keep that smile on the boy’s face.

When he’s properly set down all their stuff, he walks over to Will. “Before we begin, I need you to change into the fishing overalls.” Will looks up, the smile still big on his face, “You got overalls too?”

Hannibal smiles, his hand moving to cup Will’s cheek, “Yes, and like the lingerie, I had to guess your size, so I apologize if they don’t fit correctly. If that’s the case, I will buy you a better pair later.”

Will leans into the touch, “Ok.” Helping Will stand, Hannibal grabs the overalls and hands them to Will. He’d opted for blue, always finding the color dashing on Will. As Will slides them on, Hannibal grabs his own. He frowns at them but puts them on anyway. This is for Will, and Hannibal will do anything for him. They also slide on the boots, making sure the pants are tucked in snugly.

While Hannibal is fusing with the straps, he hears Will laugh. Looking over, he sees a very amused Will, “What’s so funny?” His voice has a sharp edge to it.

Will tries to stifle his laugh, “Sorry, you just look ridiculous.”

Hannibal frowns, but before he can speak, Will interrupts him, “It’s not a bad thing. I’ve just never seen you in anything other than a suit.”

“That is not true, you’ve seen me without a suit many times.”

Catching the double meaning, Will blushes and goes back to the rods. Hannibal follows Will, “Teach me how to set it up.”

Will smiles softly and hands Hannibal one of the rods, “We need to attach the reel, so slide it right here under the base of the hand grip.” He shows Hannibal on his own rod, “Then you’ll slide this metal piece over the base of the reel and screw it tight.”

After Hannibal follows Will’s instruction, the boy smiles, “Now we need to string the line through the rod.” Will sets the butt of the rod onto the ground and pulls on the reel. “Fold the end of the line in half so if you accidentally let go, it doesn’t slide out. String it through every guide, which are those metal loops at the bottom of the rod.” He helps Hannibal through the instructions. Will then grabs two plastic bags, “Here is the leader, we’ll attach it to the end of the fly line.” He shows Hannibal by unraveling the leader and showing Hannibal how to tie the knot. Once the rod is all the way set up, Will smiles, “Now we need the lures.” He searches through the stuff until he pulls out a box. Taking out two lures, he hands one to Hannibal and shows him how to attach it, along with the hook. “Ready?”

Hannibal takes a moment to admire Will’s bright smile, “Yes.” He follows Will into the river, making sure to keep his balance. Will looks giddy, a weight that Hannibal always saw on the boy’s shoulders gone. Will proceeds to teach Hannibal how to cast the line and draw it back. His hands help change Hannibal's stance, “Don’t be so stiff, you’ll scare away the fish.”

They stand there casting lines, Will giving advice every now and then. “I missed this,” Will says after a while.

Hannibal looks over, “Why did you stop Will?”

Reeling in the line, he looks down, “After I got expelled, I had to sell everything I owned. I promised myself I’d get it all back, that one day I’d get to go fishing whenever I wanted. But money is always short, and Matthew said it’s a stupid hobby anyway.” He casts another line. “I forgot about how much I enjoyed it.”

Hannibal nods, carefully reeling. “You mentioned your father worked at the docks. Did he teach you to fish?”

“He taught me many things. Along with fishing, I learned how to fix boat motors.”

“Why didn’t you go to your dad when you got expelled?”

Will frowns, "Because I knew he’d be disappointed in me. I worked so hard for that scholarship only to fuck it all up. Before I left for college, I told him that once I graduated, I’d make life easier for him. That with my degree, I’d get a stable job so he could finally settle down.” There's a slight crack to Will’s voice, “I ruined it all, and even after the humiliation, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t go back to my father after getting kicked out. Show him how only son turned into a drug addict who slept on the streets. I tried to stop many times, but I always ended up going back. This has been the longest I’ve gone without substances, and I’m not even counting the cigarettes or alcohol.”

Hannibal listens to each of Will’s words, how the boy so clearly hates himself and his mistakes. He knows there is not much he can say to make Will feel better. Even Hannibal can’t erase the destruction of Will’s life. This gorgeous boy who smiles so widely while talking about fishing. Who cries out in the most beautiful ways for Hannibal. He wishes to wrap Will in his arms, to promise every bad thing will go away. “Why do you torture yourself, Will? Staying with this man who so clearly does everything in his power to tear you down.”

Will shrugs, “I… love him, and he wasn’t always like this. Back in college, we used to stay up late watching movies, and he’d take me to dinner at this shitty diner by the campus. I guess I still try to see those parts of him.”

Hannibal hides his disdain, “When was the last time Matthew treated you as something other than an object?”

Will casts his line a little too aggressively, “It’s not that simple. He’s just trying to get through life.”

“What does Matthew contribute?” Hannibal asks.

Will pauses, “He handles our finances, makes sure all the payments are made. He finds my clients and helps with scheduling.”

Hannibal sighs, “Will to me it sounds like you're describing a pimp, not a boyfriend.”

Will reels in his line but doesn’t cast a new one, “I suppose he acts as a sort of pimp, but I promise Hannibal things are fine.”

Hannibal reels in as well, “How about we take a short break. I packed a lunch for us.”

Will nods and follows Hannibal out of the river. Taking off their gear, they both sit down on the blanket. Hannibal reaches into a bag and pulls out two containers. He hands one to Will, “A simple turkey sandwich, along with a sweet Greek yogurt with raspberries and strawberries.”

Will takes it with a thank you. He opens the container, setting it on his lap. He watches with a smile as Hannibal pulls out a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Really?”

Hannibal uncorks it, pouring two glasses, “I never pass up an opportunity to share wine with a friend.”

Will takes a glass, “Is that what I am? A friend?” His voice is teasing.

Hannibal smells his wine and takes a sip. “Of course, would you prefer a different title for our relationship?”

Will blushes softly, “Eat your food.”

Hannibal smiles, the two men eating in silence. Once they are done, Hannibal stands up, “Let's get back, I have a feeling we will catch something.” He reaches his hand out to help Will up. Will stares up at Hannibal for a few seconds before taking his hand. They redress in their gear and go back into the water. Hannibal enjoys the act of fly fishing; it's quite different from his usual hunts.

After a while, Will suddenly lets out an excited gasp and starts to quickly reel in the line. Hannibal watches with a smile as Will pulls the fish up. “Hannibal, look.” His eyes look at the fish for a few seconds before going back to Will’s face. His boy looks ravishing, his eyes bright with a happiness Hannibal has never seen before. “Good job, Will.”

Will fusses with the fish, looking at each scale. Eventually, he carefully pulls out the hook and sets the fish back into the river, letting the water rush through the fish's gills before letting go. Without another word, he turns and pulls Hannibal into a hug. Surprised, Hannibal cradles the back of Will's head.

“Thank you, Hannibal,” Will says in a voice filled with emotion.

Hannibal places a gentle kiss on Will’s curls, "Anything for you, my dear boy.”

Will looks up at Hannibal, searching his face. He then leans up and presses their lips together. Hannibal kisses the boy back, his hands moving to cup Will’s neck. They kiss slowly while standing in the water, the world around them forgotten. Electricity shoots through Hannibal’s body, and he pulls the boy closer. The fishing rods are awkward since they can’t fully grab onto each other.

Breaking the kiss, Hannibal starts to lead Will out of the lake, but the boy stops him. Raising his eyebrow, Will explains. “You still need to catch a fish.” Not able to stop the soft laugh, Hannibal lets Will guide him back into position. Hannibal can’t remember the last time he felt such joy. Will is a patient teacher, ignoring the way Hannibal messes up on purpose just to have Will correct him using his hands.

After a few failed attempts, Hannibal finally feels a tug on the reel. Pure Will’s instructions, he reels it in. Once the fish breaks the water hanging between them. Will bursts out in laughter. The fish is about 1/4 the size of Will’s. Its thin body wiggles in attempts to break free. Trying to hide his embarrassment, Hannibal lowered his rod only for Will to stop him. “Sorry, I’m not trying to laugh at you.” He picks up the line, looking at the fish. “This is perfect, Hannibal.”

Mortified, Hannibal feels his cheeks redden, and he clears his throat. “Not bad for my first fish, I suppose.”

Will starts to take out the hook, “Far better than the first thing I caught.” Picking up on Hannibal's want for elaboration, Will continues. “My dad taught me to fish the moment I could hold the fucking pole upright. He took me to the docks, and I spent hours trying to catch one thing. Finally, something caught, and I was so excited. My father helped me reel it in, and he went on and on about how big it must be. When he finally got it out of the water, it turned out to be an old work boot. I was so devastated, it took weeks until my dad convinced me to try again.”

Hannibal can’t help but imagine a young Will staring angrily at what he had hoped to be his first fish. He watches as Will releases the fish, “Tell me about your father, Will.”

“Not much to say, he did his best to raise me with what little we had.” Will starts to get out of the water.

“And your mother?”

Will shoots Hannibal a look, “That’s some lazy psychiatry, Dr. Lecter.”

Hannibal starts to unbuckle the fishing overalls, “And yet I sense it’s on the highest branch.”

Will dismantles the rods, “I never knew her; she left a few months after I was born. What about you?”

“My parents died when I was very young,” Hannibal says as he begins to put away the supplies.

“Do you have any siblings?” Will asks.

“I had a sister.” Hannibal tries to keep his voice steady.

“Had?”

“She died, her name was Mischa.” Hannibal never spoke of his sister, always keeping that part of his memory palace locked tight.

“I’m sorry,” Will says, his voice gentle.

Hannibal doesn't hate it like he expected to. He always hated the sympathy he got as a child. How the ladies at the orphanage used to look at him with pity. Forced to live in the halls of his childhood home, but unable to tell anyone about it. Not until his uncle took him to Italy did Hannibal learn how to speak again. And how to force it down until he felt nothing.

They make their way back to Hannibal’s car, making sure all the supplies are safely stowed in the trunk before getting in. Turning the car on, Hannibal is about to back out when Will grabs him. The boy’s mouth meets Hannibal’s ear, “Backseat.” He starts to move to the back, pulling Hannibal with him.

Hannibal climbs on top of Will, looking down at the boy. Will's eyes are half lidded, his mouth parted in silent breaths. “I want you. Please, this isn’t work or anything. I just want you.”

Unable to deny his boy anything, Hannibal leans down to kiss him. His hands unzipped Will’s coat to reveal a blue flannel. Unlike their kiss in the river, this one is full of need. Their tongues glide together in a desperate slide as they softly moan into each other's mouths. Will’s hands tug down Hannibal’s jacket, pushing the fabric away.

Hannibal presses his hips down, making Will moan. He moves his lips to the boy's throat. Skin meets tongue as Hannibal savors Will, “My beautiful boy.” His hands slide underneath Will’s shirt, his fingers digging into the warm skin. Will bucks his hips up, his hands tugging Hannibal’s hair. As punishment, Hannibal bites Will’s neck, making him cry out in pleasure. He quickly undresses the boy, revealing more of his pale skin. A smile spreads across his lips when he sees the necklace he’d bought around Will’s neck. He trails his kisses down Will’s stomach, his hands grabbing bare thighs. He licks over Will’s navel, his nose pressing to the hem of the boy’s boxers.

Will tugs at Hannibal’s clothes, clearly frustrated at his failed attempts to undress Hannibal. Leaning back, Hannibal unbuttons his shirt, and when he goes to pull off his pants. Will sits up and forces him to lie down, climbing on top. Will looks heavenly straddling Hanibal’s lap, his chest rising in quick breaths. Reaching to grab Will’s hips, he groans as the boy grinds down. “There’s no lube, Mylimasis.”

Will scoots down a bit and pulls at Hannibal’s pants. “That’s ok.” He slowly pulls out Hannibal’s dick, giving it a few strokes, and he leans down and licks the head. Not trying to drag it out, Will slides down, his throat accommodating Hannibal’s size with ease. Grabbing onto the seat, Hannibal fights the urge to thrust up. Will sucks him slowly, using his spit to coat the elder man’s cock. Too soon, Will pulls off and lifts his hips to slide off his boxer. He braces his legs and grabs Hannibal, leading him to his hole.

Hannibal grabs Will’s hips, “Will, there's no condom.”

Ignoring Hannibal, Will bites his lips and starts to slide down. His brows furrow as his unprepped hole is stretched. Hannibal stills Will's movements, making the boy whine, “Hannibal, please.”

Hannibal feels lightheaded, his hands shaking. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Will rocks his hips, “It’s ok, Hannibal.” He leans down to kiss the man’s lips, his teeth biting Hannibal's bottom lip. With Hannibal’s hands relaxing, Will can slide all the way down, making both men moan. Sitting back up, he raises his hips slowly, only to let his body fall down. Hannibal holds onto the boy tightly as Will starts to ride him with reckless abandon.

With each rise of his hips, Will lets gravity pull him back down. His moans grow in volume with each movement. His hands tug at Hannibal’s chest hair, his own curls bouncing with his body. The view before Hannibal is glorious, Will wanton on his lap. Riding his cock like he’ll die without it. He slides his hands up Will’s chest, pressing his thumbs to the boy's nipples.

Will moans loudly, his hips increasing in speed. Will has always been loud during sex, crying out Hannibal's name with each breath. Already feeling so close to exploding, Hannibal lifts his leg and angles his hips. He starts to meet each thrust, pushing deeper into the boy on top of him. He pulls Will down, kissing the boy’s neck as his thrusts turn faster. High moans leave Will’s lips as his prostate is hit every time.

Hannibal sucks deep bruises into Will’s neck, satisfied at the thought of Matthew seeing them. Seeing how much Hannibal has claimed Will. He moves his lips to Will’s ear, “You feel so good, cara mia. So tight around me.” Hannibal has never been one for dirty talk, but the way Will goes red makes it so he never wants to stop. “Do you want to come?”

Will nods, “Y-yes.”

Hannibal kisses Will’s pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his lips. “Tell me how much you want it.”

Will whines, his face pressing to Hannibal's neck. “Please, Hannibal, I need it so bad. Please let me come.”

Grabbing the back of Will’s neck, Hannibal bites another mark into the pale skin. “Ride my cock, Will. Ride me until you come.” The words feel weird on Hannibal's tongue, but he gets the desired reaction.

Will moves his hips faster. He arches his back, revealing the way Hannibal’s cock creates a bulge in his stomach. Will's cries increase in volume until he’s screaming, his neglected cock spurting all over Hannibal’s chest. Will tightens around Hannibal, and feeling like a man possessed, his control snaps. Giving Will no time to catch his breath, Hannibal forces Will onto his stomach. His hips pull back as he starts to roughly fuck Will from behind. Hannibal's beast claws out of his mouth, his teeth finding home on Will’s shoulder. His cock slams deeper into Will, forcing his stomach open for him.

Will’s moans come out choked as he’s fucked through his orgasm. “Hannibal, please. Too much.” But Hannibal pays his cries no mind, focused on the single pursuit of having this boy be his. It doesn’t take long for Will to be hard again, his hips pressing back despite the sensitivity. With his person suit stripped, Hannibal claws his hands down Will’s chest. His teeth find fresh skin, moaning when the taste of Will’s blood hits his tongue.

Will groans in pain but does not attempt to stop Hannibal; he arches his back, letting Hannibal slide in deeper. He grabs Will’s neck, pulling the boy’s head back, “I want nothing more than to make you mine. I want to tear open your chest so I can live between your ribs. I’ll feast on your heart and replace it with my own.” His teeth nip at Will’s ear, “Would you allow me?”

Will gasp for air, his eyes glassy and out of focus. “Yes.”

Hannibal kisses between Will’s shoulders, “Sudegsiu ant tavo meilės altoriaus.” His hips increase in pace, Will’s body being pushed forward. Without warning, Hannibal slams in as deep as he can and comes. His teeth sink into Will’s neck. The boy cries out and follows Hannibal over the cliff. His body is trembling as he releases all over the leather seat. Hannibal keeps Will close, his lips kissing over the bruises and bite marks. “Mano gražus berniukas.” He pulls Will back, letting him rest on Hannibal’s lap.

Will’s hands grab onto Hannibal, moving his head silently, asking for Hannibal’s lips. Pleased, Hannibal kisses Will’s lips gently, his tongue sliding in. This is true nirvana.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 8

Notes:

The song I imagined playing is Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer but you can imagine whatever you want.

Come to the club tonight.

Hannibal smiles when he sees the message from Will. It’s been two days since their fishing trip, and Hannibal truly feels like their relationship is evolving. Hannibal was more than happy to give Will the opportunity to relish in what he loves. He will also admit that he’d found the activity to be very pleasant and plans on taking Will again soon. Of course, what happened afterwards was the cherry on top. It was very entertaining to take his car to get cleaned.

Watching that poor man flush when he realized what was all over the interior. If only Will knew how big a deal it was for Hannibal to let them have sex in the backseat of his car.

The club is the same as it always is, and Hannibal isn’t dreading the day he has to say goodbye. Since Will hasn’t specified a time, Hannibal goes to sit at the bar, hoping Will will find him when ready. The woman from the first time Hannibal was there is behind the bar. She smiles when she sees Hannibal, “What can I get for you?”

Hannibal smiles politely, “A glass of your house wine, please."

Beverly nods and grabs a glass, “Your name's Hannibal, right?” After pouring the wine, she sets it down in front of Hannibal.

“Yes.” Hannibal takes the glass, bringing it to his nose out of habit. The scent is just as dull as he remembers.

Beverly presses the cork back onto the bottle, “Will’s talked about you.”

This catches Hannibal’s attention: “Will speaks of me?” A smile threatens his lips.

“All the time. He’s been going on and on about this ‘hot older guy’. Since I’ve seen you here with him a few times, I assumed it was you.” Beverly rests her arms on the bar.

The idea of Will referring to Hannibal as hot is appealing; furthermore, Will talking about Hannibal in general is just as appealing. “I’m glad to hear I've made a good impression on Will.”

Beverly laughs softly, “Whatever you did must be out of this world because Will doesn’t talk about anyone. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy, but he’s not the most sociable. Frankly, I'm surprised he even works here. When he first showed up, he was all scruffy and didn’t even stand up straight.”

“Are you and Will close?” Hannibal asks. Both jealous and happy that Will has a friend.

Beverly shrugs, “Not close, but I would call him a friend. I like talking to him, but we’ve never hung out outside of the club. I try inviting him out for drinks, but he always declines.”

Hannibal feels a rush of satisfaction knowing Will has never declined any of his invitations: “Will is certainly a recluse, but I’m hoping that he and I can become good friends.”

“Will could use a few more of those.” Beverly’s eyes trail behind Hannibal's, scowling at whatever she sees. “Great.” She mutters.

Confused, Hannibal turns, he looks around, and finally spots Will. The boy looks beautiful as always, his body clad in a lacy lingerie set. Standing next to him is a man Hannibal has never seen before. The man is speaking to Will, his brows firm in anger. Will looks stiffer than usual, his arms crossed. “Who is that man speaking to Will?” Hannibal asks.

Beverly sighs, “Matthew, Will’s boyfriend. Let me tell you, I don’t like that man one bit.”

Matthew. Hannibal’s vision is red as he looks at the very man who ruined Will’s life. The same man who kept Will in this business despite Will’s obvious distaste for it. “What do you know about him?”

“He’s a fucking asshole, I’ll tell you that. I swear that man doesn’t let Will do anything. I’ve tried talking to him about it, but he won’t have it. Matthew comes here every once in a while.”

Hannibal grips the wine glass, he watches as Will slowly shrinks more into himself. The boy’s lips move as he responds to whatever filth Matthew spewed. It’s then that Will’s head turns and he looks at Hannibal. Noticing Will’s attention being elsewhere, Matthew looks at Hannibal. “I’d like to pay now, Miss Beverly.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his card.

Beverly takes it, “Keep an eye on Will, ok?”

Hannibal nods as he signs the receipt. “I will do my best to keep dear Will safe.” Standing up, he fixes his suit and turns back to where Will had been standing, but frowns to see both of them gone. A tap on his shoulder grabs Hannibal’s attention, and he smiles. “Hello, little devil.”

Will smiles up at him, his shoulders relaxed like nothing was amiss. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Hannibal’s eyes scan down Will’s body. The boy looks delicious, but he’s tempted to cover Will’s body with his coat. No man should see his Will like this. “It’s ok, Beverly was keeping me company as I waited.”

Will nods, “Will you do the honors of following me?”

Flashing his teeth, Hannibal smiles, “With pleasure.”

Will leads Hannibal to the back. Expecting Will to take them to the dressing room, Hannibal is surprised when Will leads Hannibal to a different door. This hallway is nicer, definitely done up like the rest of the club. Leading Hannibal Will gets to another door and opens it; he ushers Hannibal in with a smile.

Hannibal smiles as he takes in the room. A few couches circle a pole, standing in the middle of the room. “What a cunning boy you are.”

Since they are away from prying eyes, Will doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Hannibal. His lips pressed to Hannibal’s ear, “I wanted to give you a private show. As a way to thank you for all the things you’ve done for me.” He continues to kiss down Hannibal’s neck.

Hannibal turns around, setting his hands on Will’s hips. “Oh my sweet boy, you know you don’t have to give me anything.”

Will smiles, “Just go sit down.”

Giving Will’s hips one last squeeze, Hannibal walks to one of the couches. He takes off his blazer and folds it, setting it down. Facing the pole, he watches as Will moves to the side of the room. The boy fiddles with something before moving to the pole. Getting into position, Will leans against the pole, his back arching as he reaches up, grabbing it above his head. The lights slowly fade as a song starts to play.

Will’s hand slowly slides down his body, his eyes meeting Hannibal's. He slips down the pole, his legs spreading wide. He moves his body around, using the pole to hoist himself up to his knees. The boy moves like a snake, hypnotizing Hannibal with each movement. As the song hits its first chorus, it picks up. Will moves quicker, showing off his skills on the pole. He swings his body around, legs straight and poised.

As the music slows, he moves back to the ground and abandons the pole. He lies there, back arched and legs spread wide. Hannibal wants nothing more than to go on that stage and take that boy apart. Rolling around, Will grabs the pole once more. Standing up, Will jumps onto the pole and, in an amazing feat of strength, swings his body around. Each move is in beat to the music, like he’s done this a thousand times. As the music fades and the show comes to an end. Hannibal feels restless. Standing up, he walks to the stage. Before Will can say anything, Hannibal is grabbing him and pulling him into a deep kiss.

A sweet moan sounds in Will’s throat as Hannibal takes no time to pick up the boy. Will's legs wrap around Hannibal’s waist, pulling him closer. Both men kiss each other desperately. Hands grabbing and hips rolling. Falling back onto the couch, Will straddles Hannibal’s thighs. Minutes later, they part, both gasping for air. Hannibal presses his nose to Will’s neck, "Absolutely gorgeous.”

Will moans, his hips pressing insistantly. “Hannibal.”

Hearing his name from Will’s lips is the greatest gift. “Such a sweet boy.” He grabs Will’s ass, kneading the supple flesh. “So naughty on that pole.”

Will is shaking, his mouth pressed to Hannibal’s ear. “God please, fuck me.”

Even though Hannibal knows Will isn’t referring to him as God. He can’t help the wave of arousal at the thought of Will seeing him as one. Grabbing Will’s panties, he starts to slide them down. His fingers immediately went to Will’s hole, feeling the puckered flesh. “I need to get you wet.” Hannibal moves their bodies, lying down and maneuvering Will so he’s facing away from him.

“Hannibal,” Will says again as Hannibal guides Will to scoot back.

“You’re going to ride my tongue, Will,” Hannibal says matter-of-factly, like he’s discussing the weather. “It’ll get you open and wet for me.”

Will moans, he moves back until his ass is resting on Hannibal’s chin. Pressing his hands on Hannibal’s chest for support, the boy arches his back.

Grabbing Will’s hips, Hannibal opens his mouth and runs his tongue over the boy’s entrance. Last time he’d done this, Will was slick with lube, altering his taste. Now, nothing is stopping Hannibal from savoring the true flavor of his boy. He moves slowly, licking that brings sweet moans out of Will’s lips. As much as he wishes to see Will’s face, he’s not complaining about the position.

He slides his hands up Will’s waist, his palm almost able to wrap around Will’s stomach. Pushing his tongue past Will’s rim, he groans as the boy tightens around him. Pulling his tongue out, he presses his lips flush against Will and sucks.

Will’s legs shake as he moans loudly, his hips pressing down. His fingers bunch the fabric of Hannibal’s dress shirt, untucking it from his pants. “Hannibal.” The boy’s hole flutters beneath Hannibal’s lips.

Pulling away, Hannibal takes a few deep breaths. He squeezes Will’s waist, his tongue finding him again. He moves more insistently, breaching the boy with each drag. Will grows more pliant and louder as time passes. Deciding Will is open enough, Hannibal pulls away and guides Will forward. “Be a dear and take out my cock, Will.”

Will moves between Hannibal’s legs, his hands shaking as he unbuckles Hannibal’s belt. Now facing forward, Hannibal can see Will’s flushed face. Reaching in, the boy pulls out his dick. Will slides his hand up and down, looking at Hannibal for permission.

Smiling Hannibal props his body up and grabs the back of Will’s head. “Such a polite boy.” He allows Will to lean down, a quiet groan leaving his lips as the boy takes him into his mouth. Will takes his time with Hannibal, teasing the head with his tongue. Letting Will have his fun, Hannibal leans back. As he works, Hannibal pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt.

Will’s mouth is talented, knowing the exact spots to make Hannibal go wild with lust. Fighting the urge to push Will down until he’s choking, Hannibal drags Will off. A string of saliva connects Will’s tongue to his cock, making Hannibal groan. Grabbing the boy, he forces Will over the back of the couch, now facing the door. He moves behind Will, his fingers sliding between Will’s ass cheeks. Will moans as Hannibal pushes in two fingers, spreading him wider.

Hannibal kisses Will’s neck, teeth grazing the skin. Closing his mouth, Hannibal can taste tacky makeup on his teeth. “You covered my marks.” He says, nipping Will’s ear.

Will gasps, “I-I can’t have visible marks at the club.”

It makes sense that Will couldn't show up covered in bruises. But the idea of Will hiding the marks Hannibal had sown into his skin makes him growl. Up close, he can see the indents of his teeth. “Do you wish to erase what we’ve done together?”

Will shakes his head, “No.”

Smiling Hannibal sets his teeth where they’d been only a few days ago and bites down. Will cries out, his body tensing at the pain. “Seems I must place my mark in more hidden places than.” He punctures Will with a third finger, “Perhaps I’ll start here.” Finding the boy’s prostate, he pinches the nub between his fingers.

Will moans his ass pressing back, “Hannibal, please, I need you.”

Hannibal hums softly, and he slides his fingers out, grabbing Will’s hip. Rocking his erection between Will’s cheeks. “O, mano meile, aš tau duosiu viską, ko tau reikia.” Reaching down, Hannibal leads his cock to Will’s hole. Pushing in slowly, both men groan as the head pops in. Wrapping his hands around Will’s body, Hannibal presses his face to the boy's neck as he sinks in.

A wave of emotion takes Hannibal as he bottoms out. He holds Will close as he catches his breath. Hannibal Lecter, the man who can murder without his heartbeat elevating. Who’s killed hundreds and cannibalized their flesh struggles to remain composed while deep in this wondrous boy. Will Graham will be his undoing. A reckless pleasure that will see Hannibal to an early grave.

Pressing his lips to Will’s racing pulse, he pulls out and sinks back in. His saliva aiding in the smooth glide. Will’s mouth is open as he moans, his body pressed against Hannibal’s chest. He takes his time with Will, thrusting slow and deep. His eyes look at the door in front of them, “Imagine if someone walked in right now?” Will moans, his hips jerking back.

“Would you like that, Will?” Hannibal continues, “For something to see the way I take you? Watch as you’re stretched around my cock, open so wide all you can do is beg for more?” He snaps his hips forward, forcing another sound out of Will’s lips. Pushing Will’s body against the couch he increases his pace.

Will’s hands struggle for purchase, reaching back to grab onto Hannibal. “H-harder.”

Relinquishing to Will’s demand, Hannibal pounds into Will. Groaning, he closes his eyes to savor the feeling of Will. The boy is so tight, sucking Hannibal in each time. Kissing down Will’s shoulders, he bites a fresh mark on Will’s shoulder blade.

Will cries out, his body tensing as he comes. Falling limp in Hannibal’s arms, Will moans as he’s fucked through it. Slowing down, Hannibal pulls out, making Will whine. “Hannibal, please don’t stop.”

Pressing a kiss to Will’s neck, Hannibal helps Will lie down on the couch. Moving between the boy’s legs, Hannibal rubs his hands over his thighs. “Patience, little devil.” His lips press to Will’s thighs, tasting the soft skin. Kissing up Will’s chest, Hannibal reaches underneath Will to unclip the bralette. He presses his tongue on one of Will’s nipples as he guides his cock back into the boy.

He fucks Will, his hands holding the his hips tightly. Finally, he finds Will’s lips kissing him deeply. Swallowing each moan, Hannibal spreads Will’s legs wider. Will’s hands drag down his back, nails cutting into skin. “Hannibal. Hannibal!” He chants Hannibal’s name like a prayer, their lips molding together.

Hannibal thrusts deeper, pushing Will’s legs back until the boy is held in half. Biting Will’s neck, Hannibal groans, releasing into Will. The boy screams as he comes for a second time. Both men hold each other close as their orgasm passes. Letting go of Will’s neck, Hannibal kisses his ear, “aš tave myliu, mylimasis.”

Will groans softly, “Old men like you shouldn’t be able to do that.”

Hannibal pinches Will’s hip, “You horrible boy.”

Will laughs, his arms pulling Hannibal closer. “How old are you anyway?”

For once, Hannibal feels embarrassed, “45.”

“Old enough to be my dad.”

Hannibal sits up, looking down at Will. The boy is a mess of sweat and come. His curls are wild, strewn in every direction. “Bite your tongue.” He warns.

Will smiles, “I’d rather you bite it.”

Unimpressed, Hannibal brings Will onto his lap. “Don’t tempt me, I might just have to eat it.”

Will laughs, not understanding the genuineness of Hannibal’s words. He rests his head back onto Hannibal’s shoulder, “Why did you come to the US?”

Will’s question throws off Hannibal, “I got an internship at Johns Hopkins for my medical drawings.”

Will runs his fingers over Hannibal's arm, “You draw?”

Hannibal nods, “Occasionally.”

“What else do you like? I realize that you know a lot about me, but I barely know anything about you.”

Hannibal smiles, “I’m a fan of the arts. I regularly attend the opera and am a member of Baltimore’s modern arts committee. I play the harpsichord, along with a few other instruments. I compose in my spare time and have a great love for cooking.”

Will laughs, “I didn’t think men like you actually existed.”

Hannibal cocks an eyebrow, “Men like me?”

“You know, fancy rich men, who spend all their money on useless things. Who go to art museums and go on and on about art they don’t understand. While drinking champagne that’s more expensive than my monthly rent.”

Hannibal sneers in disgust, “I’ll have you know, dear Will, I know exactly what I’m talking about at those museums. And though I may spurge on the occasional wine. I find most of my purchases to be very necessary.”

Will smiles, “Like buying me gifts?”

“I don’t regret a single gift I’ve bought for you. You deserve it all and more.”

Will falters slightly, “Thank you, Hannibal.” He moves his body so he’s lying sideways on Hannibal’s lap. He sets his head on Hannibal’s chest, letting Hannibal wrap his arms around him.

Noticing Will’s drop in mood, Hannibal kisses his forehead. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

Will plays with Hannibal’s chest hair, “Probably not, Matthew’s been getting after me about money, so I need to take clients tomorrow.”

Increasing his grip on Will’s body, Hannibal speaks carefully. “What has he been saying?”

“Just that I haven’t been making as much as I used to, which is true, so I understand. I’ve been spending so much time with you that I haven’t been taking clients. We need to be able to make rent, so Matthew’s been stressed.”

Hannibal remembers seeing the way Matthew was talking to Will earlier, “How much is your monthly rent?”

“Around $3,500.”

Hannibal scowls, “That seems rather high for your apartment.”

Will shrugs, “It’s how much Matthew says it is, like I said, he deals with all the financial stuff.”

Hannibal can’t help but feel like that’s wrong; rent in Baltimore isn’t cheap. But for a one-bedroom two-bath apartment located in Downtown Baltimore $3,500 feels like way too much. “How much do you charge a night?”

“Depends, I usually charge by the hour, but there are other factors like what the person wants to do or if Matthew knows them. He sometimes gives discounts to his friends. I’d say on average it’s around 300 an hour.”

Rage fills Hannibal’s gut, “How much for the whole night?”

Will looks at Hannibal, “Hannibal, you don’t need to do that.”

“How much, Will?”

“I don’t know, I can ask Matthew. Do you want to spend the night? Matthew might charge you even if we aren’t currently having sex. If it's the whole night, it could be in the thousands, which I would never ask you to pay. If not, then maybe around 1,000-1,200?”

“Done,” Hannibal says.

Will’s brow furrows, “Hannibal, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to spend time with you, Will, even if I have to pay.” Hannibal also can’t stand the idea of Will being with other men.

Will nods, “I’ll talk to Matthew.”

Hannibal smiles and kisses Will’s cheek, “You are worth every penny, Will.”

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Chapter 9

Will moans loudly as he rides Hannibal hard, his back arching as the elder holds onto his hips. The bed creaks and the headboard bangs against the wall as they climax together. Will releases all over Hannibal as his hips grind in circles. He topples onto Hannibal’s chest, his hands running through Hannibal’s chest hair.

Hannibal kisses Will’s temple, his hands rubbing the boys back soothingly. “Good boy.”
Hannibal was only able to pay for 3 hours, Will saying Matthew wasn’t comfortable with Hannibal spending the night at his apartment. Will had apologized saying that he could try to negotiate with Matthew but Hannibal reassured Will that it was ok.

Will relaxes in Hannibal’s arms, his body sheen with sweat. Leaning up he kisses Hannibal softly, moaning softly as he’s pulled closer. Just as Will is about to sink back down onto Hannibal the door to the bedroom slams open.

“Times up.” A male voice says behind them.

Will flinches, moving off Hannibal immediately, “Matthew.” The calm environment they made for themselves shattered in seconds.

Hannibal growls softly, sitting up to look at Will’s boyfriend. Proud of the way Matthew’s eyes roamed his body. Let that man see how inferior he is and how Hannibal is so clearly the better match for Will.

“I got someone waiting, so get this man out and get ready.” Matthew looks at Will, very little love in his eyes.

Will frowns, “What? But I thought Hannibal was my only client tonight.”

Matthew rolls his eyes, “Clark called.”

Will shrinks in on himself, “Clark Ingram? But you said I wouldn't have to see him again after last time.”

Before Matthew can respond Hannibal speaks up, “I will pay double of what Mr. Ingram is paying.”

Will’s head snaps to Hannibal, “Hannibal.” He pleads softly.

Matthew’s eyes move to Hannibal, a silent battle happening between the two men. “Is that true?”

Hannibal nods, “Name your price.”

Matthew smiles, “$5,000.”

Hannibal starts to get out of the bed to reach for his wallet when Will stops him, “Hannibal you don’t have to do this. You’ve already paid too much for me.” Hannibal holds the back of Will’s head, his eyes meeting Matthew’s as he sets a kiss on Will’s cheek.

“I’ll pay you $8,000 if you allow me to take Will’s home with me for the night.” Hannibal can see the flash of greed in Matthew’s eyes. It’s disgusting how he willingly bids off his boyfriend.

“Deal.” Matthew says grinning like he somehow tricked Hannibal into paying way too much. As if Hannibal actually cared how much he spent, he’d give everything just to have Will to himself.

Will is still sitting on the bed, his shoulders tense. He’s silent as Hannibal gets up, slides on his boxers and grabs his wallet. Matthew is skinny compared to Hannibal and he’s tempted to just end it all now. Killing Matthew would be easy and he’d happily rid the world of this pig. But Hannibal knew he couldn't, he was riding the line of Will’s trust. No matter how much Hannibal wants to kill Matthew, he knew Will would never forgive him. Will still loved Matthew.

Hannibal writes a check and hands it to Matthew, “I’d like to take Will now.”

Matthew grabs the check, a huge smile spreading over his lips as he silently reads it. “He’s all yours, just try not to get sick of him.”

Turning around Hannibal helps Will’s dress, using his body to block Matthew's view. “Grab what you need dear Will.”

Will nods hesitantly and starts to pack a small bag. They leave together, Hannibal keeping a hand on Will’s back. It’s not until they get into Hannibal’s car and out of the parking lot does Will let out a shaky breath. “Why did you do that?”

Hannibal sets his hand on Will’s thigh, “I told you before I don’t care how much I have to pay.”

Will’s voice is quiet, “You should though, with the amount you're paying you may as well get a real escort.”
“I’m not paying for an escort, I’m paying for a friend.” It sounds truly pathetic when Hannibal says it out loud. “We’ve already found our pleasure tonight Will. If you wish, I won't lay a finger on you.”

Will bites his lip, like he can’t believe Hannibal would want to spend time with him.

“May I ask who Clark Ingram is?” Hannibal asks curious when the man’s name had first popped up. “You mentioned that Matthew had promised you’d never get to see you again.”

Will sighs, “He was a regular, calling maybe once a week. It started out standard but each time he’d get more violent. I’m not against BDSM, pain can be a fun addition to sex but he was always too much. Hitting, whipping, he used a knife once. After a particularly bad night I begged Matthew to not let him schedule again.”

Hannibal grabs Will’s hand, “Will I want you to know that no matter what I will be here for you. You only need to ask and I will come to you,”

Will interlocks his fingers with Hannibal's, “I don’t know why you would.”

“You may not believe me but I care very deeply for you Will. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I just want to make sure you know you can.”

The rest of the drive is silent, soft music filling the car. Pulling onto his driveway Hannibal gets out and leads Hannibal to the front door. “It is already pretty late if you wish to go to bed.”

Will shakes his head, “You got anymore of that Whiskey?”

Hannibal smiles, “Right this way.” He ushers Will into the same sitting room. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey he pours two glasses and goes to sit next to Will. Will thanks Hannibal and takes the glass bringing it to his lips. “Tell me about your parents.”

Hannibal frowns at the question, hiding his distaste with the glass. “My parents were good. They took care of me as all parents should.”

Will sips his own drink, “You mentioned they died. Can I ask how?”

Hannibal wraps an arm around Will, “After World War 2 the Soviet Union took occupation of Lithuania. My parents were active in the resistance, funding different radical groups set on liberation from the Soviet Union. My father was a count giving him influence over politics. The government was cracking down on rebellions and it didn’t take long until my family had to flee. We stayed in a small cabin deep in the woods near our property but we were eventually found by Soviet soldiers. They shot my parents dead, taking my sister and I as captives.”

Will listens quietly, pressing closer to Hannibal. “Mischa?”

Hannibal nods, “Winter’s in Lithuania are unforgiving, so we were forced to stay at the cabin while my parents' bodies rotted in the yard. I did everything in my power to keep the soldiers away from my sister. I remember the way she held onto me. We ran out of food quickly and the men-” Hannibal’s voice breaks, not realizing he was crying until Will’s fingers brushed his cheek. “Misha died in the snow, her body burning with fever.” He’d failed his sister, completely unaware he’d enjoyed every bite of the soup the men had given him. Not bothering to ask where they’d gotten the meat. He never knew until Vladis Grutas revealed the truth.

“I’m so sorry Hannibal.” Will says, reaching to hold Hannibal’s cheek.

Hannibal closes his eyes, "It's ok Will, It was many years ago.”

Will sets down his drink and hugs Hannibal, “Tell me about Mischa.”

Hannibal sets his cheek on Will’s head, “She was gentle and sweet. Her hair was a honey blonde that caught the sun in a way I’ve never seen again. She was my child as much as she was my sister.”

Will presses his lips to Hannibal’s neck, “Don’t blame yourself for what happened to her. I can see it in your eyes.”

Hannibal looks at Will, “Garçon chéri.”

Will smiles, “Vieillard.”

Hannibal smiles back, “Rude.”

Will laughs bringing all the light with him, “Glad my accent wasn’t awful.”

“Your southern accent gets more prominent but you learn from those who spoke around you.”

Will blushes, “You like my accent darlin’?” He puts emphasis on the drawl.

Hannibal kisses Will’s lips, “Not the worst I’ve heard.”

Will kisses Hannibal back, “How did you get away from the soldiers?”

Pulling away reluctantly, Hannibal places another kiss on Will's lips. “The soldiers left me to die, so I was forced to walk through the woods for help or freeze to death. I walked until I ended up in a nearby town. I was sent to an orphanage where I remained mute until I was found by my uncle Robertus and his wife Lady Murasaki. With them I grew into the man I am today.”

Will laughs softly, “And you said I was the most reliant person. Hannibal I can’t think of a single person who could make it through what you did.”

“Don’t downplay what’s happened to you Will.” Hannibal cups the boy’s cheek. “We both had our struggles before finding each other.”

Will blushes softly and smiles, “So your dad was a count? Does that make you one too?”

Hannibal chuckles softly, “Yes.”

“Count Hannibal Lecter. No wonder your so rich, fucking nepo baby.”

Hannibal pinches Will’s hip, “That’s Count Doctor Hannibal Lecter the VIII.”

Will laughs harder, “Jesus it got worse and I thought William Graham the II was too much.”

“Is your fathers name William?”

“Yeah but most people just call him Bill.” Will picks his whiskey drinking some more. “I’m pretty sure he’s the one who named me so he’s about as creative as you’d expect him to be.”

“Tell me more about your childhood.” Hannibal says.

“It’s not an interesting story. We moved around a lot, so I never had many friends. I was just the weird kid who hung around the docks and always said the wrong things. It’s why I tried so hard in school, it was either that or enlist in the military. Of course we both know how that all went.”

Hannibal rubs Will’s thigh, “Would you go back to college if given the chance?”

Will shrugs, “Around a year ago I tried to enroll in community college but apparently getting expelled for heroin use from a renowned college isn’t a good look. I kind of just gave up after that and I don’t blame them. I’m about one mental breakdown from running back to the needle. But to answer your question, yes I would.”

Hannibal nods, he could easily take advantage of his influence to get Will accepted into any college in the state. Paying for Will’s tuition would be his honor, “I’m sure the opportunity will find you again.”

Will smiles but it’s clear he doesn’t believe Hannibal, “Take me to bed?”

Hannibal smiles and gets up, putting away their glasses he walks over and picks up Will. Will laughs and wraps his legs around Hannibal’s waist. He walks upstairs taking the boy to his room. Setting Will down he starts to undress him, “You are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

Will blushes, his hands moving to unbutton Hannibal's shirt. “You say that every time I see you.”

“And I mean it each time.” Once they are both naked they get under the covers, moving close together.

Will rests his head on Hannibal’s chest, “Here with you. I feel a sense of peace I thought I'd lost.”

“Settle into that peace Will, I shall keep you safe.” Hannibal kisses Will’s curls.

Notes:

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Chapter 10

Notes:

Why do homework when I could write the next chapter??

Getting up early, Hannibal goes to the kitchen to make breakfast. Deciding that a good protein scramble would be good for Will, he grabs the eggs. Will is far too thin, and once Hannibal has made the boy his own, he’ll personally see to improving Will’s diet. Luckily, Hannibal still has more cuts of meat, so he adds them to the mix. Moving over to the coffee maker, he turns it on.

Hannibal smells Will before he sees him. Looking up, he smiles as Will enters the kitchen, his body wrapped in one of Hannibal's robes. Will’s curls are a wild mess as he yawns, “Morning.”

“Good morning, dear. Breakfast will be done soon.” Hannibal grabs two mugs, allowing the coffee to pour in. “Would you like any cream or sugar in your coffee?"

Will shakes his head, “No, thank you.” He reaches out, taking the cup, bringing it to his nose. “This smells so much better than the shit I get at home.”

Hannibal chuckles. He scoops a healthy portion of eggs onto a plate and sets it in front of Will. “A protein scramble with sausage.” Will thanks him again and grabs a fork. Hannibal watches as Will takes a bite. “It’s delicious.”

Satisfied, Hannibal grabs his own plate and goes to sit next to Will. “I’m very careful about what I put in my body, so I make most of my meals myself.”

Will takes another bite, “I usually eat out, that and microwave meals.”

Hannibal grimaces, “That’s no way to get nutrients, you’ll sooner pass out from malnutrition.”

Will laughs, “It’s what I grew up on and I’m perfectly fine.” He stabs some sausage with his fork. “What got you so into cooking?”

“When I went to live with my aunt and uncle, I took lessons with their private chef. He taught me everything I know.” Hannibal picks up his coffee, taking in the sweet yet bitter scent.

“Maybe you could give me a lesson?” Will says with a soft blush on his cheeks.

Hannibal smiles, and a warm feeling blooms in his stomach. “I’d love nothing more than to teach you.” Having Will beside him in the kitchen would be a treat. The boy’s sleeves rolled up as Hannibal guided his hands, teaching him proper cocking techniques. Using his thumb to rub away flour from Will's face, who would undoubtedly be a messy cook. It’s a domestic fantasy, one that Hannibal has never allowed himself to imagine.

Will finishes his food and gets up, bringing the plate to the sink. He looks over his shoulder, “Care to help me with the dishes?”

Hannibal joins Will at the sink, his arms wrapping around Will’s waist. “You don’t need to worry about those, Will. I can do them myself.” He presses his lips to the boy’s neck.

“It’d be rude of me not to help after you’ve put so much effort into cooking.” He tilts his head to the side, allowing Hannibal more space.

Hannibal runs his nose up Will’s neck, kissing the spot beneath his ear. His hands rub down Will’s stomach, sliding into the robe. “Let me grab the plates then.” He goes to pull away, but Will’s hands stop him. “Perhaps they can wait.”

Will moves his head, finding Hannibal’s lips. They kiss gently, a sweet groan leaving Will’s parted lips. His hand moves to Hannibal’s cheek, holding him. “Never let me go.”

Kissing Will again, Hannibal pulls him into his arms. “I promise to never leave you alone.” Picking Will up, he walks out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom. Hannibal places kisses all over Will’s neck, laying the boy onto the bed.

Will turns to face Hannibal and starts to take off the elder man's shirt. Hannibal lifts his arms, the red jumper sliding off his body. He unties Will’s robe, revealing his body, “My beautiful boy.” He leans down, finding Will’s lips in a desperate kiss. Will opens his mouth, his tongue pressing against Hannibal’s. Pushing the boy down, Hannibal crawls over him.

Will moans, his hands running down Hannibal’s back. He arches his back, pressing his hips up, “Hannibal.”

Grabbing Will’s hips, Hannibal guides them slowly, his lips swallowing each of Will’s moans. They stay there for a while, kissing until their lungs beg for breath. Spreading Will’s legs, Hannibal leaves his lips and starts to kiss down Will’s chest. His tongue pressed to Will’s pert nipple. Continuing his descent, he presses his mouth to Will’s stomach and hips. Just as he’s about to take the boy into his throat, the sound of a phone ringing fills the room.

Hannibal ignores it, lifting Will’s leg to kiss his thigh. But Will squirms and pushes Hannibal away, “Hold on.” He scoots up, reaching for his phone, which sits on the bedside table. Answering Will brings the phone to his ear, “Hey.” Hannibal sets his cheek on Will’s hip. He may not be happy about being interrupted, but he’ll always stop if Will asks.

Will’s brow furrows, his eyes darting to Hannibal nervously. “I am.” Hannibal can hear the faint sound of Matthews's grating voice coming from the phone speaker. He kisses Will’s hip in silent support, knowing the conversation likely isn’t pleasant. Will’s hand rests on Hannibal’s head, “You didn’t really give me a time.” A pause. “I’ll come home,” Will nods a bit before muttering an apology. “See you soon. Love you.” He takes the phone from his ear.

Hannibal looks at Will, wishing he could wipe away the pain from the boy’s face. “You don’t have to go, Will.”

Will tosses the phone to the side, “I do. Matthew says time is up and he needs me home.”

Hannibal sits up, “Will you don’t have to. Please stay with me.”

Will looks away, “I-I can’t just abandon Matthew.”

Hannibal cups Will's cheek, “Let me help you.”

Will’s face scrunches in pain, tears slipping down his cheeks, “You can’t, Hannibal. This is what my life is. I don’t deserve anything else.”

Wiping away the tears, Hannibal presses a kiss to Will’s knuckles. “You deserve everything. My sweet boy, can’t you see? The things I would do for you are endless. Let me save you.”

Will pulls away, his palm wiping over his eyes. “Don’t save me, Hannibal. I’m not worth it.”

Hannibal reaches for Will, “I would take the suffering from you.”

Will looks at Hannibal, his blue eyes filled with so much pain. “Take me home.”

Hannibal sighs, “As you wish, my dear.” He presses a kiss to Will’s forehead. Every part of him begs to keep Will with him. To tie this remarkable boy down and never let him leave. Hannibal has known for a while that he loves Will. He loves Will, unlike anyone he has before. He’d been wanting to wait, to let Will come to him on his own. But no matter how hard he tries, Will crawls back to that pig. Perhaps it’s time for Hannibal to take things into his own hands. Will can’t stay mad at him forever.

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Hannibal’s fingers dance across the keys of the harpsichord. It’s been a couple of days since he’s seen Will. Will isn’t answering any messages, and Hannibal even went to the club but had no luck. He knew worrying would only cause him more problems, so he’s been trying his best to relax. Since meeting Will, he’d started composing a new sonata; he hopes one day he’ll get to play it for Will.

After playing a few keys, Hannibal picks up his pencil and writes down the correct note. Just as he’s about to continue, he hears the quiet knock of the door. Standing up, he makes his way to the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone and wondered who’d be coming at such a late hour. Unlocking the door, he starts his greeting, only to choke on the words.

Standing on his porch is Will, his face bruised and nose bloody. His arms wrapped tightly around himself, “Hannibal.”

Immediately, Hannibal reaches for the boy, “Will.” He cups Will's cheeks, taking in all the injuries. “What happened, my dear?” He leads Will inside.

Will leans into Hannibal’s touch, “I’m sorry.”

Hannibal picks Will up, bringing him to the sitting room. He grabs a med kit and kneels between Will’s legs, checking the boy’s face. “Are you hurt?”

Will looks away, saying nothing.

Hannibal wipes away the blood from Will’s nose, “I need to check for injuries.” He starts to lift Will’s shirt. Tossing the shirt to the side, Hannibal seethes with rage as he spots a large bruise on Will’s ribs. “Tell me if it hurts.” He starts to feel around the bruise, watching Will’s face for any reactions.

Will stays eerily quiet, his eyes distant like he's not entirely here.

Hannibal scans Will’s body, taking note of the bruises on Will’s neck and hips. He reaches up to cup Will’s cheek, “Will stay with me.”

Will closes his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

Moving next to Will, Hannibal pulls the boy close. “Don’t apologize.” Will falls limp against Hannibal’s chest. They sit in silence for a while, when suddenly Will starts to cry. Soft sobs left the boy’s lips as his tears wet Hannibal's shirt. Hannibal rubs Will back, trying to soothe him. Assuming Will never lets himself be vulnerable, he lets the boy cry. It seems that every wall Will’s built crashes down as he weeps. His hands were bunching the fabric of Hannibal’s shirt.

Hannibal kisses Will’s curls, “I’ve got you.” He says gently, soothing Will the best he can. He pulls Will closer, resting his head on Will’s. “Ein Männlein steht im Walde ganz still und stumm,” His voice is soft as he starts to sing. “Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um. Sagt, wer mag das Männlein sein,” Will’s body relaxes slowly, his cries far apart. Hannibal presses another kiss onto the boy as he continues to sing. “Das da steht im Wald allein. Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein.”

By the time Hannibal is done singing, Will’s completely relaxed. He reaches for Will’s chin, lifting his head. Will’s eyes are red from crying. Before he can speak, Will says, “What were you singing?”

“Ein Männlein steht im Walde by Hoffman von Fallersleben. It’s a German lullaby.” Hannibal holds the back of Will’s head. “It was Mischa’s favorite.”

Will lips curl ever so slightly, “I don’t know many German lullabies, but I think it’s my favorite too.” He rests his cheek on Hannibal’s chest.

Smiling Hannibal runs his fingers through Will’s curls, “Tell me what happened?”

Will sighs, his hand reaching up to hold onto Hannibal’s arm. “Matthew and I got into a fight. He kicked me out.”

“Do you need a place to stay?”

Will nods, “Just for tonight, I’ll go back tomorrow.”

Hannibal scrunches his nose, "You said he kicked you out?”

“This has happened before; he just needs to calm down.”

“Did he hit you?”

Will nods again, “Just once.”

Hannibal increases his grip on Will’s body, “And those bruises on your neck?”

“Clark rescheduled; he wasn’t too happy about being bought out.”

Rage courses through Hannibal’s veins, “What did he do to you?”

Will sits up and looks at Hannibal, "Can we not talk about it?”

Hannibal cups Will's cheek, “Of course, how about we go to bed?”

Will nods, and Hannibal helps him up. They walk upstairs to Hannibal’s bedroom. He undresses Will, running his hands over each bruise. Leading him to the bed, Hannibal undresses as well. Lying next to Will, he pulls the boy close. Their bodies slide together perfectly.

“I don’t want to go back,” Will says softly.

“Then don’t, you will always have a home here.”

Will sighs, “It’s not that easy, Hannibal. I-I love Matthew, and without him I’m nothing.”

“Stop it.” Hannibal says, “You are not nothing, Will. You are everything, and he doesn’t deserve you. Don’t let him make you think you're helpless; you are strong.”

Will stays quiet for a second, “I’m afraid. Afraid of what he’ll do to me if I try to leave.”

“I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. You only need to ask.”

Will sits up to face Hannibal, “I want to be with you.”

Hannibal smiles, “I will always have you.” Leaning down, he kisses Will, their lips moving softly together.

Pulling away, Will sets his head back down, “I’ll break up with him tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to be there?”

Will shakes his head, “I’ll be ok. I'll call you when it’s done.”

“Please be careful.”

“I will.”

The next day, Clark Ingram is found dead, his body strung by ropes, tied in intricate Kinbaku. His eyes, tongue, and hands were cut off. His chest was torn open, revealing a heart wrapped in rope and missing lungs. He died the way he lived. A pig.

Notes:

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Chapter 11

Notes:

I'm so excited for this chapter!!

His patient’s been talking but Hannibal’s hasn’t been paying attention. After Will left this morning, Hannibal hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him. It’s been his goal to let Will handle it, wanting the boy to feel liberated due to his own actions. But as more time passes the more Hannibal wishes he’d just killed Matthew. If things don’t go well today he will.

Normally he’s quite interested in what his patients have to say. There’s always a way for Hannibal to manipulate the situation for his amusement but after Will everyone feels dull. Why would he listen to the ramblings of random people when he could be listening to Will’s voice? Hannibal has always felt content, not thinking about the future since there was no point to. With Will all Hannibal can think about is the future. How he wants nothing more than to have that boy with him forever.

The first buzz of his phone Hannibal ignores, it’s impolite to check it during a session. It buzzes a few more times, Hannibal frowning slightly. He shifts his weight trying to keep his attention focused. Buzzing again Hannibal reaches for his phone, “I apologize for my rudeness, It seems someone is trying to contact me.” He looks at the screen and freezes. 5 messages from Will. Apologizing again he unlocks his phone. Panic starts to build.

Hannibal

I’m scared

It didn’t go well

I need help

Please help me

Setting his phone down, Hannibal stands up. “I’m very sorry. A family emergency has just come up that I need to see to. I will refund you for today's session. I hope you’ll understand.” His patience nods and gives him a soft smile. Once they’re out the door, Hannibal grabs his keys and races out the door and to his car. Clicking on Will’s contact he brings the phone to his ear, listening to it ring.

Hannibal softly prays only to be met with the voice machine. Cursing he pulls out and gets onto the road. Will’s apartment is 20 minutes away from Hannibal’s office and he’s hoping it isn’t too late. He should have been there for Will. Should have taken everything into his own hands. To think Will could be laying dead, his blood soaking into the moldy carpet. It’s not the death Will deserves.

After 20 minutes of driving and many traffic law violations Hannibal pulls into the parking lot of the apartments. He gets out of the car quickly and runs to the door. Raising his fist he pounds on the door, “Will!” He calls reaching to try the door handle. He can smell the blood, a scent he’s never been afraid of. “Will!” Frantic Hannibal starts to shove his shoulder into the door. A few hits later, the wood splinters and the door busts open. The scent of blood intensifies.

Walking in, Hannibal looks around, the room is a mess. Objects tipped over and broken on the floor. “Will.” He calls again. Moving to the bedroom door he opens it. Expecting the worst, nothing could prepare Hannibal for the scene before him.

Will is on his knees, his hands rest on his knees, palms facing upwards. Blood covers the front of Will’s body, speckles splattered on his gorgeous face. And if this scene couldn’t get any more beautiful, lying in front of him is Matthew. The man’s face is beaten bloody, his eyes open in a distant stare.

Hannibal feels his heart stop, no painting could compare to the art before him. His Will breathes softly, his eyes staring down at Matthew’s body. Everything in Hannibal is telling him to ravage the boy. To rip away his clothes and rub the blood deeper into his porcelain skin. Will truly look beautiful in red.

Approaching Will slowly, he does his best not to frighten the boy. He can tell Will isn't here with him. Sinking to his knees Hannibal reaches for Will gently cupping the boy’s cheek. Suddenly Will gasps and his body jerks back. Catching Will Hannibal pulls the boy into his arms. Will makes a wounded sound, his hands clawing at Hannibal’s arm. Pressing his cheek to Will’s temple, Hannibal increases his hold. “Don’t be afraid my dear.”

Will whines, his body trembling. He digs his nails into Hannibal’s forearms and starts to hyperventilate. Shushing Will softly, Hannibal presses his mouth to his ear. “Come back to me.” He lets Will panic, knowing the boy is dealing with a lot of emotions right now. “Talk to me.”

Will shakes his head, his hands moving to cover his face. “I-I” He chokes on his words, “I-I didn’t mean to.”

Hannibal grabs Will’s hands bringing them down, “Breath.”

Coming to Will takes a deep shaky breath, “Hannibal.” He says it like it’s his last hope. A lifeline that will bring him back to the shore.

“Tell me what happened.” Hannibal says

“I-I tried to break up with him a-and he got so mad. He started yelling at me, telling me I was worthless without him. T-That he knew I was going to run to you but you’d get sick of me just like everyone else does. He started to hit me and force me to the bed. I-I just wanted him to stop, I didn’t mean to...” Will trails off like he can’t say it.

Hannibal stares at Matthew’s body with disdain, “What do you wish to do?”

“I don’t know. If we call the cops, I’ll get arrested. I truly didn’t mean to do it Hannibal.” He begs softly.

Hannibal presses a soft kiss to Will’s neck, “Tell me what you want.”

Will lets out a shaky breath, “I want to get rid of him. Hide him so someone can find him.”

Hannibal smiles softly, “As you wish.” He picks Will up and walks to the bed, setting the boy down. Taking off his coat, he sets it on Will’s shoulders. Touching Will’s cheek before going back to Matthew’s body. He’s tempted to take a part of him but with the substances Will says he uses the organs are likely inedible. Such a waste. For now it’s best to move the body, Hannibal will have to come back later to clean away the blood.

Leaving the room Hannibal goes to the small kitchen. Looking through the cupboards he finds some plastic bags, the knife selection is sparse and they’ve clearly not been sharpened. Hannibal goes back to the bedroom, satisfied to see Will still sitting on the bed.

Getting down on his knees, Hannibal makes quick work of dismembering the boy. The dull knife makes the cut jagged but it does the job. Even if he wasn’t the one to Kill Matthew, Hannibal still finds great pleasure in it. Knowing Will’s the one who carried out the act makes it all the more delicious. Feeling Will’s eyes on him, Hannibal makes an effort to show off his strength.

Once everything is tied onto a bag, Hannibal stands up. Blood drips from his fingers as he approaches Will. Will is silent, his head tilting back the closer Hannibal gets. Staring at each other, Hannibal searches the boy’s eyes. Looking for fear, disgust but finding nothing. Tentatively Hannibal sets his hand on Will’s cheek. His thumb leaves behind a bloody streak as he rubs gently. Slowly he leans down, his nose brushing Will’s. Hannibal waits, waits for Will to push him away. For Will to scream.

Will’s eyes close, accepting whatever Hannibal chooses to do. Whether it be a gentle hand or a knife to the gut. At this moment Hannibal knows Will trusts him. Trusts him with his life. With his heart. Closing the gap Hannibal kisses Will, a light press of their lips. When Will doesn’t pull away Hannibal goes in for another and another and another.

It’s Will who opens his mouth first, who creates the bridge of acceptance between them. Hannibal takes the invitation, sliding his tongue between the boy’s lips. The sweet flavor of Will and blood makes Hannibal dizzy, his free hand catching his body. He explores every crevice of Will’s mouth, savoring him in a way Hannibal has never dared to.

Will grabs Hannibal's arm and slowly leans back, taking Hannibal with him. Lifting his knee onto the bed, Hannibal grabs Will’s thigh, raising it. He tilts his head deepening the kiss, swallowing every sweet sound Will makes. Scooting Will further up the bed, Hannibal slides his hand from Will’s cheek down to his chest. A trail of blood leading his wake.

Leaving Will’s lips, Hannibal kisses down his throat. Blood explodes onto his tongue as he licks it away. Opening his mouth he takes the skin into his mouth and sucks. Will lets out his high keen, his hand grabbing Hannibal’s hair. Moving to a fresh spot he sucks another hickey, his teeth grazing the area.

Will yanks Hannibal’s hair pulling him back up and into another kiss. This time it’s more demanding, teeth clacking together as their monsters come out to play. Groaning Hannibal nips at Will’s lips which causes Will to bite him back. This is the part of Will Hannibal has been craving. The part he knew was hidden away. He’d once thought Will was like a dog but now he knows Will is anything but. Will is a beast, a wild animal clawing at the too tight cage.

Sitting up Hannibal, he runs his hand down to Will’s hip “Careful little devil.” He walks back to the bags, “Don’t bite the hand which feeds you.”

Will is breathing hard, “Hannibal.” He watches as Hannibal grabs them and leaves the room. Hannibal goes to his car, putting the bags into the trunk. The sun is setting so he’ll need to do this quickly. Going back to the room, he goes to Will. “Tell me what you want, Will.”

Will looks at him, his mouth parting slightly. “Take me home.”

Hannibal smiles, he helps Will stand and leads him out of the apartment. “Is there anything you wish me to grab before we leave?”

Will shakes his head, sitting down in the passenger seat. Brushing Will’s cheek, Hannibal closes the door. Getting into the car he pulls out taking Will home. He reaches for Will’s hand while he drives, the boy interlocking their fingers.

Once they get to Hannibal’s house, he helps Will inside. They silently make their way to the bedroom, Hannibal leading Will to the bathroom. He undresses Will slowly, “Speak to me.”

Will closes his eyes, “I feel myself wading into a river.”

Hannibal turns on the shower, feeling the water until it’s warm. “Wade as far as you’d like, I will always bring you back.” Pulling off his own clothes, he offers a hand to Will. An offering so simple yet charged with silent promises. Taking Hannibal’s hand he pulls the boy under the water.

Will leans against Hannibal, the water cascading over their bodies. Hannibal wraps his arms around Will resting his cheek onto his head. His hands move down the boy’s body, washing the blood away. Will is relaxed in Hannibal’s arms, he presses his face to Hannibal’s neck. He lays a soft kiss on Hannibal’s neck. Opening his mouth to taste the blood on Hannibal’s neck.

Hannibal groans softly, holding Will’s hips tightly. He tilts back his head giving Will more space, the spray hitting his face like rain. Will moans softly, his tongue sliding up Hannibal’s neck. His hands reach up and run through Hannibal’s soaked hair. Once he gets to Hannibal’s pulse he stops. Feeling the beating flesh beneath his mouth.

Hannibal feels held in time, feeling vulnerable in a way he hasn’t since he was a child. Will’s teeth grazing his carotid artery. With a well placed bite Will could kill him now and Hannibal can’t think of anything that would be more wonderful. Will seems to be thinking the same as he sinks his teeth into Hannibal's neck.

Hannibal grips Will harder, the boy’s teeth descending deeper into his skin. A growl leaves Hannibal’s throat restraint breaking as he slams Will’s against the shower wall. Will let’s go, his head tilting back. Blood stains his teeth, “You did this.”

Hannibal laughs deeply, “I did nothing of the sorts. I can feed the caterpillar, whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches, follows its own nature and is beyond me. My beautiful Will I may have led you to the destination but you walked the path.”

“It was my design.” Will says softly. His hands move holding Hannibal’s jaw. Suddenly he pulls Hannibal down, clashing their mouths together.

The kiss is violent, blood blooming between them as they devour each other. Hannibal reaches for Will’s ass, lifting the boy up. Will’s legs wrap around Hannibal’s hips pressing their erections together. Both men moan as they rock their hips the scent of their arousal fills the shower. Hannibal’s hand rubs over Will’s ass, his fingers sliding between them. With the help of the water he glides in a finger. Swallowing Will’s moan, he quickly adds a second spreading the boy apart.

Will’s hands drag down Hannibal back, his nails leaving angry welts. He kisses Hannibal’s teeth worshipping every part of the man before him. Breaking the kiss to breath, Hannibal attacks Will’s neck placing a bite mark to match his own. His fingers press deeper, finding the spot that makes Will scream.

Hannibal preps Will quickly, pulling out his fingers he grabs his cock leading it to the boy’s hole. He slowly sinks into Will forcing a moan out of both of them. Hannibal pauses holding Will’s body as close as possible. Will whines and presses his hips down, “Hannibal please.”

Hannibal kisses Will’s ear, “Let me savor you.” He draws back and pushes back in.

Will moans loudly, “If you don’t go faster, I will kill you.”

“Such beautiful promises.” Hannibal smiles as he starts to move faster. One hand holds Will’s hip while the other grabs his neck. He fucks Will roughly against the shower wall, biting more marks into his skin. Will’s legs tighten around Hannibal’s waist, grinding to meet each of Hannibal’s thrusts.

Hannibal wishes this could last forever. He finally has his boy now. Will is his to keep, to protect, to love. Oh how he loves Will, every part of him yearns for him. Most say people like Hannibal can’t love. That with the capability for violence there is no room for compassion. Though Hannibal loved his sister, he was content with the idea that he couldn’t love. Love is a liability, keeping distance from everyone is how Hannibal has stayed safe. But this boy, this wondrous little devil has stolen Hannibal’s heart. From the moment he saw Will at that club, his forever shattered heart started to slowly mend. He’d been unaware at first, bothered by his constant want to be with Will. Confused why the very sight of Will would nourish every part of him.

Increasing his pace, Hannibal pushes Will harder against the wall, “Will.” He says his name like a prayer. “Tell me what you want.”

Will moans loudly, “You, all of you!”

Hannibal grits his teeth and shoves deeper into Will, his cockhead pressing to the boy’s prostate. Will screams as he comes, spurting between their bodies. His hole tightens around Hannibal causing the older man to moan. After a few more thrusts he’s joining Will over the edge. His cock spilling deep into the boy’s stomach.

Will is panting in Hannibal’s ear, his body trembling. Once Hannibal is able to compose himself, he pulls out using the water to clean Will again. Turning off the water he steps out offering his hand to Will. Will takes it, his legs shaky as he steps out. Hannibal wraps him in a towel and picks him up, taking him to the bed. He dries Will gently, checking the bite marks with a satisfied smirk.

He gets Will under the covers and slides in wrapping his arms around the boy. Will hugs him back, intertwining their bodies. Will falls asleep quickly, likely exhausted from everything that happened.

Hannibal kisses Will’s head, “Rest my dear boy.” Finally Will is his.

Notes:

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I'm moving out this weekend so it'll probably be a couple days until the next chapter.

Chapter 12

Notes:

It took forever but I finally moved into my new apartment. Thank you for your patience!!

Hannibal rubs Will’s back, feeling the smooth skin underneath his fingertips. The sun peeks through the window, shining golden light into the room. He watches the boy’s soft features, only shown in deep sleep. Will’s face is bruised and adorned with small cuts Hannibal wishes he could kiss away. He takes the time to recall yesterday. The anxiety he’d felt when arriving at the wrecked apartment, the relief he felt at seeing Will alive, and then the overwhelming delight of watching as he kneeled before Matthews' body.

Will’s face is pressed to Hannibal's chest, and he exhales, tickling his chest hair. Hannibal’s hand goes to curls, wrapping a ringlet around his finger. Each strand of chocolate is softer than silk. Breathing in, he smiles at his own scent on Will, the rich sandalwood complimenting him much better than cheap shampoo. Feeling possessive, Hannibal presses his nose down to Will’s head and inhales once more.

A soft yawn catches his attention as Will’s head tilts, pressing his face deeper into Hannibal’s chest. Will’s back muscles shift as he stretches his body. Coming closer to the waking world, he slides his hand up and gently holds onto Hannibal’s arm. He tilts his head up, blue eyes meeting burgundy. Will’s cheeks are slightly flushed, the white of his eyes tinged with red. Remnants from the tears spilled yesterday. They watch each other in silence, both likely understanding the significance of their being together.

Tempted to kiss Will but not wanting to push the boy more than he already has, he speaks instead, “I often wonder if neuroticism is the consequence of wasted potential in one's dreams of life.”

Surprisingly, Will’s lips curl into a smile, “You calling me neurotic, Dr. Lecter?”

Hannibal cup’s Will’s cheek, “No more than me, little devil.”

Will sighs, “My head hurts.”

Hannibal moves his hand to Will’s forehead, “I can get you some medicine. It will also be beneficial to get some food into your stomach. I will make you whatever you want.”

“I don’t feel hungry.” Will rests his head back down.

“Something light then, I do insist you eat.” Despite his words, Hannibal stays still, letting Will take his time.

Eventually, Will sits up, “I’m going to use the restroom.” He presses his lips to Hannibal’s for a quick kiss. Hannibal grabs Will’s hair, pulling him closer, and he bites Will’s lips gently. Will pulls back, his tongue darting out to press against the sting of Hannibal’s teeth. He opens his mouth to speak, but decides against it, standing up. “I’ll be down soon.”

Hannibal watches Will’s ass as he gets up as well. He puts on some pajama bottoms and his favorite red jumper. Heading downstairs, he goes to the kitchen, getting everything ready. He decides on Cajun Couche Couche, a traditional breakfast dish served in Louisiana. He hopes to settle Will’s nerves with a more familiar dish. After around 15 minutes have passed, Hannibal starts to worry about Will. He puts the burner on low heat and covers the pan.

Going upstairs, he calls out for Will, getting no response. The bedroom is empty, so he heads to the bathroom. Seeing the light turned on, he sets his hand on the doorknob. He pauses as quiet cries creep to his ear. “Will.” When Hannibal speaks, the crying stops, but there's no answering voice. Trying the door, he’s relieved to see it’s unlocked. Behind the door is Will curled up against the wall. His cheeks are wet with tears, and his eyes are full of sorrow. Hannibal shuts the door and moves to Will, using the wall for support. He slides down next to Will. He rests his head on the wall, waiting.

“Hannibal,” Will’s voice is broken, his body still beautifully bare.

Hannibal looks at him, “Will.”

More tears well in Will’s eyes, and he says nothing as he presses his face to Hannibal’s shoulder. A sob retching from his throat, “I killed him.” His hand grabs the side of Hannibal’s neck, his nails digging into skin. “I killed him. I killed him. I killed him.”

Hannibal ignores the pain, pulling Will closer, and he holds the back of Will’s head. “My dearest Will.” Will’s agony is like acid on his tongue. “You did what you had to do.”

Will’s grip tightens, “I shouldn’t have tried to leave. He was right, I’m worthless, I deserve this, I deserve it all. Every slap, every poke of the needle, every forced spreading of my legs. I deserve it.”

Hannibal presses his mouth to Will’s temple, “No, you don’t.”

Will jerks back, his eyes filled with fiery rage. “Yes, I do! This is my punishment for thinking I could be worth something. It’s all your fault!” He wraps his hands around Hannibal’s throat. “You should never have come back to the club!”

Will’s fury is beautiful, but voicing it only serves to feed Will’s anger. He yanks Hannibal from the wall and shoves him to the ground. He swings his leg over Hannibal’s hip, “Stop saying that.” His thumbs press to Hannibal’s arteries, cutting off the blood supply. “I’m not beautiful.” Hannibal’s heart pounds in his head. Will is breathing heavily, “I’m a monster, a failure.” More tears slid down his cheeks. “I killed him. It should have been me.” He looks down at Hannibal, his grip tightening, “Why won’t you fight back? Do you want me to kill you, too?”

Hannibal chokes silently. He looks up at Will with adoration. His hands move to Will’s hips, grabbing the warm skin. Will gasps softly, his hands wavering slightly. His eyes close as he presses his body down, finding Hannibal’s erection, “You're sick.” There was no scorn in his voice.

Hannibal sinks his fingers into Will’s waist, his mouth opening. Will presses down on his neck again, “Don’t speak.” He rocks his hips back again, “I murdered Matthew in cold blood, I beat him until he stopped breathing. Years of abuse poured into one moment. And then you arrived, and instead of yelling at me, calling the cops, and locking me away. You helped me. I watched you dismember his body. Put him in plastic garbage bags and throw them into your trunk. Then you brought me to your house and fucked me half unconscious.” He leans down, “You came in me while his blood still clung to my fingertips.”

Hannibal can’t help the groan that leaves his lip; he tugs at Will’s hips. He’s never let himself get this vulnerable around another person, but he’s quickly grown addicted to it. He wants to let Will rip him open, if only his boy could take a bite. He’d offer his heart on a silver platter for his love.

Will moans, “You’re a monster. A Devil. I didn’t see it, the disguise you put on. If I didn’t kill him, were you going to?” His body betrays his words, seeking each trust of Hannibal’s hips. His hands drag from Hannibal’s neck down to his chest.

Hannibal sucks in air, the fuzziness in his brain subsiding. “How did you feel?” His voice is rough.

Will laughs, “That’s what you want to know? How I felt while I killed him? It felt like a weight being lifted from my shoulders. I felt free for the first time in my life. Is that wrong? Tell me I’m wrong for feeling that way. Tell me I’m crazy.”

Hannibal reaches up for Will’s cheek, “You are everything. A rose in the undergrowth. You call to me harder than the sun calls out to Icarus.”

Will sits atop Hannibal, frozen, “You saved me.”

“I promised I would, and I always keep my promises.”

Will leans down his nose, brushing against Hannibal's, “What else did you promise behind my back?”

Hannibal grabs the rear of Will’s neck, “To provide for you. To teach you, feed you, care for you. I promised to give you everything you need for the rest of my life, and when death comes knocking on my door. I pray he will let me take you with me.”

“What would you do with me in the afterlife?” Will whispers.

“Take the throne of Hell to place the crown on your head.”

Will shivers, “The crown wouldn't fit on my head, though I don’t think it would quite fit yours either. What’s to be done about that?”

Hannibal smiles, “Perhaps together then.”

Will smiles back and closes the gap between them. Their lips mold together, a lost key finally finding the correct lock. Will’s hands make quick work of the elder's shirt while Hannibal kisses every part of Will he can reach. He grabs Will’s curls, tilting his head back so he can lick at his neck. Will moans, reaching down to Hannibal’s pants, yanking them off. He moans as Hannibal’s cock brushes his own.

He shifts so his mouth hovers over Hannibal’s dick, “Together.” Opening wide, he takes Hannibal down his throat. Hannibal groans, using his hand to guide Will’s head. Will’s tongue feels like heaven, his mouth a warm cavern. Will moans deeply, his hands sliding up Hannibal’s hips. The boy swallows, savoring every flavor on his tongue. His eyes dart up to meet Hannibal's, his pupils encircling the blue of his eyes.

Hannibal trusts up, catching Will in a gag. This only seems to spur him on because he takes Hannibal as deep as he can. Each groan sends vibrations and pleasure down Hannibal’s legs. Thrusting again, he revels in the way Will’s lips slide over his cock. Will's jaw locks in place as he’s forced to take Hannibal again and again.

Just as Hannibal feels his climax reach its edge, he pulls Will off. Will whines, saliva dripping from his tongue. Hannibal pulls Will up, straddling the boy on his hips, “Such a hungry boy.” Hannibal slides his fingers up to Will’s mouth. Will leans closer, opening his lips. As he sucks his brows furrow, his hips rock like he can’t help himself.

Once his fingers are thoroughly coated, Hannibal pulls them out and brings them to Will’s entrance. Teasing the tight pucker, he slides in one finger, smiling at Will’s moan. Pushing in a second finger, he stretches Will, preparing the boy roughly.

Will arches his hips, pressing downward. “Ah- Hannibal.”

Hannibal adds a third finger, watching Will’s expression closely. Deciding he’s stretched Will enough, he removes his fingers, lifting the boy’s hips, and leads them to his cock. After slight resistance, Hannibal is able to penetrate Will.

Will’s mouth drops, a loud whine leaving his lips. He rocks his hips slowly, periodically tightening around Hannibal. “Hannibal.” He says again like a prayer.

Hannibal slides his hands up to Will’s hips, feeling the warm skin beneath his palms. Will is tight and hot around him, a pure rapture swallowing him whole. Unable to help himself, he thrusts his hips up. Will moans as his body bounces, Hannibal’s cock sliding even deeper.

Will leans back, his hands grabbing Hannibal’s thighs. He lifts his own hips and slides down. An evident outline of Hannibal’s cock forms a bulge in his concave stomach. Hannibal is breathless, bringing a hand to cup the bulge. “Will.” His voice comes out raspy.

Will moans loudly. He moves slowly, savoring the feeling. Hannibal lifts a leg using the leverage to push up, jerking Will forward. “Oh God.” Will’s arms keep his body up as he looks between his legs. Hannibal presses his nose to Will’s curls, thrusting deep into the boy.

Vocal as always, Will let’s out a symphony of moans and whines. Tilting his head up, he finds Hannibal’s lips kissing him deeply. Warm tongues glide together and sharp teeth click. They kiss like animals, like they can’t get enough of each other. Will pulls away from the kiss, panting. He reaches down and grabs Hannibal’s wrists, bringing his hands to his throat. Hannibal growls deeply, pressing his palms to Will’s neck. Will gasps softly as Hannibal digs his thumbs into his pulse.

Will starts to ride Hannibal again, meeting each thrust with desperate need. Time seems to stop, and all that matters is them. Hannibal truly has an angel on his lap, witnessing the way Will’s wings flutter and spread. Will’s wings are white, but Hannibal can see the black creeping into the tips. Stolen from Hannibal’s own black wings. His beautiful angel. His destructive devil.

A cry rips from Will’s contracted throat as he comes all over Hannibal’s chest. His body spasms in Hannibal’s grasp, tightening around him. Hannibal can’t stop the moan that leaves his lips as he thrusts as deep as he can and comes. Will’s eyes roll back as another spurt of come leaves his cock. A garbled sound escaping his throat.

Hannibal slowly lets Will down, removing his hands from the boy’s throat. Will takes in shallow breaths, his hands gripping Hannibal’s biceps painfully. Hannibal runs his hand up Will’s back, soothing him. Kissing Will’s temple, Hannibal presses his lips to Will’s ear. “Remarkable Boy, I think I will eat your heart.”

Will shivers, his hands relaxing. Lifting his head, he finds Hannibal’s lips again. Hannibal licks deep into Will’s mouth, tasting the pleasure of Will’s body. Sliding his hands down to Will’s plush ass, he kneads the flesh like dough. Will moans softly, pulling away from the kiss with a bite to Hannibal’s lips. “Would you eat all of me?”

Hannibal groans, closing his eyes, imagining Will’s body on his dinner table. He’d love to tear this gorgeous boy apart and feast on his flesh for all eternity. But he knows that would be a waste. The single pleasure of eating Will pale in comparison to the forever pleasure of his life. “Every morsel.”

Will smiles, grinding his hips down, “I think I’ll eat you too.”

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“A traditional Cajun dish made from cornmeal, commonly served as a breakfast dish in Louisiana.” He pours the milk into Will’s bowl, setting a kiss on Will’s damp curls.

Will looks at the dish, “You made me Cajun Couche Couche?” His voice is small as he looks up at Hannibal.

Hannibal smiles and sits down next to Will, with his own dish. “Yes.”

Will picks up his spoon, “I used to get this when my dad took me to the diner near the docks.” He scoops up some of the food and brings it to his lips. Hannibal watches as Will takes the first bite.

Will hums softly and smiles, "Thank you, Hannibal.”

Hannibal starts to eat, “Anything for you, my dear.”

They eat in soft silence, their shoulders brushing every once in a while. “Am I staying here?”

Hannibal sets down his spoon, “I was hoping you would.”

Will fiddles with his spoon, purple bruises already forming on his neck. “I’ll need to get my stuff.”

Hannibal reaches over, holding the back of Will’s neck. “I can go grab anything you need.”

Will leans into the touch, “No, I should do it, but you can come with.”

Hannibal smiles, “I’d love nothing more.”

Notes:

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