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The more time Will spent with Hannibal, the less it became about the game. No more was there a cat and mouse. Constantly chasing each other in a never-ending battle. Now Will feels at peace
It had been a gradual thing, the burn of betrayal still fresh in Will’s mind. Abigail’s blood is still dripping from the mounted antlers in his dreams. It had been hard, opening himself to Hannibal. He never opened himself to anyone, having decided that being vulnerable was a death sentence. Yet every dinner and every exchange of words seemed to rewrite Will entirely.
He found himself wanting to go over to Hannibal’s house. Excited at the prospect of being around the Alpha, if only for a couple of minutes. It was almost easy to forget, and at times he did forget. He’d forget about Jack and the FBI. He’d forget about the hatred he’d fostered at the BSHCI. Forget that he was the bait meant to lure The Chesapeake Ripper to his downfall.
Their broken friendship slowly mends as old wounds heal, but as time passed, Will started to feel more. Hannibal’s scent was affecting him in a way it hadn’t before. His very presence is enough to make a certain part of Will keen for attention. It was easy to chalk it up to hormones. Will was off suppressants for the first time in years, so he’d expected some sort of spike in his emotions.
Will almost felt pathetic about it, his body disassembling barriers he’d built for years. He hated how much of his sanity was based on a single pill. He found himself running to Hannibal more and more frequently. His mind finally finding peace when Hannibal opens his front door to let Will inside. Of course, the relief was always temporary. Eventually, Will would go home and immediately feel crushed by guilt. He’d go to Jack and tell him the plan was working, but just needed a little more time. He refused to acknowledge why he needed more time.
The cycle would repeat, and today would be like every other day. He goes to Hannibal’s, eats dinner, then retires to his lounge for a drink. Will likes the routine, which makes him feel like he finally has something to hold onto, but recently he’s been distracted. He takes a sip of his whiskey; he’s not drunk, but he’s close. It’s not something he lets happen at Hannibal’s, but he’s desperate. Hannibal is nursing a glass of red wine. He’s unusually quiet, likely sensing Will’s turmoil.
Will closes his eyes, and he feels the cracks start to form; then the only thing keeping him together is the calming scent of Hannibal. Today’s meeting with Jack had sent him into a tense mood. He needed a break and release from this pain. Opening his eyes, he looks at Hannibal, who is watching him closely. Will brings his glass to his lips, drinking the last of his whiskey. Hannibal’s brown eyes feel good, and Will can’t help but crave more. Will stands up, goes over to Hannibal, and quickly moves to straddle his lap.
Hannibal sets down his wine and reaches up, his hand slides to Will's hair while the other holds his hip. “What bothers you?” His voice is already enough to undo Will.
Will leans down, his nose a few inches from Hannibal’s neck. “The only time my head shuts up is when I’m with you.”
Hannibal hums softly, he tilts his head slightly to the side, and Will takes the invitation. The moment his nose presses to Hannibal’s neck, he groans, his body growing warm. “I only wish what’s best for you.” Hannibal’s hand slides down Will's hair to his back. “Tell me what you need and I will provide.”
Will grabs onto Hannibal’s blazer; he knows he needs to fight it. He’s crossing a line that he will never be able to come back from. He inhales more of Hannibal’s scent, his body reacting accordingly. He’s growing pliant, his body temperature rising, and slick is starting to form. He knows Hannibal can tell, but he won’t do anything without Will's permission. Will breathes in again, he's edging closer to desperation, and he knows he'll be humiliated later. Opening his mouth, Will presses his tongue to Hannibal’s neck. He licks gently, hoping this will be enough when he knows it won’t.
Hannibal remains still, his hand holding Will gently. “Sweet boy, let me help you.”
Will whines, his cheeks growing red. He pulls away, already panting despite nothing happening. “Hannibal.” He chokes on the name; it doesn’t feel right to say. “Alpha.” That feels right. “Alpha, I need you.”
A deep growl resonates from Hannibal’s throat. A hand moving to hold the back of Will’s neck. “Darling.” He plays with the curls at the base of Will’s head. Pulling Will forward to place a kiss on the boy's forehead. “I’ve dreamed of hearing those words from you.” Hannibal guides Will’s head, pressing their lips together.
The pleasure is instant, and Will is unable to fight a moan as he kisses back. It’s already too much and not enough. Will surges forward to deepen the kiss, his hands pulling at Hannibal’s tie. Growling Hannibal takes over, helping Will undress him. They push away the blazer and start to work on the buttons. Impatient Will rips open Hannibal’s shirt, buttons scattering around. He rakes his fingers through the coarse chest hair. Will devours Hannibal’s mouth, a sweet forbidden fruit meant for him alone. If someone were to walk in, they would have doubts about who the real cannibal was.
Hannibal’s hands undress Will quickly, sliding his shirt from his body. Will’s belt is next to go, landing somewhere on the ground, and if it had been any other time. Will would have poked fun at Hannibal for making a mess for once. They continue to kiss, Will’s lungs close to collapse, but he refuses to gasp for air. He’ll drown in this ecstasy, let it take him. Reborn in Hannibal’s delicacy and retribution. He needs this, wants this. Begs for it.
Hannibal pulls Will’s head away by his hair. Lightheaded, Will whines, unable to be ashamed by his own desperation. Hannibal is speaking, but it’s all noise to Will. Without Hannibal’s mouth, he’s lost, and the relief is instant when it’s returned to him. Soft presses on his neck that become wet. He tugs at Hannibal’s hair and cries out. He’s half aware of his pants being removed and only comes to when he’s forced to his stomach. Instinctively, his knees move to present himself. Praying Hannibal will find him to be an acceptable mate.
Hannibal slides his hand down Will’s back, his lips kissing the path made. He stops at the hem of Will’s boxers, now damp with slick. “Remarkable.” Hannibal inhales, his fingers pressing into polyester skin. Will moans, he wants to beg, to scream. Hannibal, sensing his distress, produces a deep rumble that relaxes Will instantly. His Alpha knows what to do; he’ll be ok. Removing Will’s boxers, Hannibal immediately dives in, running his tongue over Will’s hole.
Will moans, pressing his ass back. Hannibal licks in long stripes, his nails digging into Will’s hips. Dipping his tongue in Hannibal groans, the vibrations make Will gasp. Closing his mouth around the hole, Hannibal starts to suck. Will’s eyes roll back as pleasure he’s never known courses through him. Hannibal drinks from him like a dying man. As if Will’s slick is mead from the Gods poured by Ganymede himself.
Will groans when Hannibal pulls away, replacing his tongue with two fingers. “You taste divine.” Hannibal’s voice is rough, he rubs Will’s entrance before sliding in. His fingers slowly draw out each drag until the boy is shaking. “What do you want?”
Will chokes on a moan; he’s been gripping the couch, likely creating indents in the leather. “More.”
Kisses press across Will’s back, two fingers becoming three. “You open so nicely for me.” They curl, and Will sees stars. He’s close, and Hannibal hasn’t even touched his cock yet. “So wet and tight, I bet you can’t keep Alphas off of you.”
Will shakes his head, “I don’t want other Alphas.”
Hannibal laughs behind him, “Who’s your Alpha?” His fingers press sharply.
Will cries out, “You!” Tears threaten to fall from his eyes, his emotions becoming overwhelming. He needs Hannibal’s cock now. “Alpha, please, I need you.”
Hannibal slides in a fourth finger, spreading them, “You have me.”
Will groans, “All of you.”
Hannibal moves to press his chest to Will’s back, kissing his neck. “To have all of me will be your undoing.”
“Then undo me.” Will pleads.
Hannibal removes his fingers from Will and flips him onto his back. Will reaches for Hannibal, his hands cupping the elder's cheeks. They stare at each other for a few seconds, Will tracing each contour. The moment is gentle and filled with such devotion, Will presses their lips together just to hide his face. Hannibal feasts on him, all teeth and tongue. Will wasn’t aware of Hannibal removing his pants until he felt Hannibal’s cock rub his entrance. He grabs Will’s thighs, spreading them wider, swallowing each of his moans. Will presses his hips up, arching his back. Understanding Hannibal pulls a hand away and grabs his cock. He leads the tip to Will’s entrance and despite the thorough prepping, it takes a few seconds for the head to pop in. Hannibal pauses for a second, his hands holding Will’s waist tightly. Finding Hannibal’s eyes, Will can see a tinge of red, realizing what he’s doing to this Alpha.
Grabbing Hannibal’s head, he clashes their lips together. Hannibal growls and thrusts his hips, sliding in further. Will moans loudly; he already feels so full, but needs more. Hannibal kisses down to Will’s neck, biting without breaking skin. He continues to move until he’s bottomed out, another deep snarl leaving his lips. Will knows Hannibal is holding back, fighting the monster he truly is.
Will wants that monster. He grabs Hannibal’s head, forcing eye contact, “Hannibal fuck me.” It’s a demand.
Hannibal snaps, his nails digging into Will’s thighs as he starts to thrust. Will wraps his arms around Hannibal’s neck, pressing back to meet each one. Hannibal fucks him without mercy, moving fast and hard. Will feels lightheaded, his legs tight around Hannibal’s waist. It’s too much, it’s not enough, and Will is loving every second of it. Why he and Hannibal didn’t do this the day they met is beyond him. Their bodies sang together, a symphony of clashing desire.
Will screams as he comes, releasing between their bodies. His eyes roll back as white hot pleasure burns him alive. Hannibal growls beside him, fucking Will through his orgasm. Even after release, Will still feels pent up; he moves his hand to Hannibal's back. Dragging his nails down hot skin, he bites Hannibal’s shoulder, tasting copper.
Hannibal moans, grabbing Will’s curls, “Mylimasis.” His hips slow, making Will whimper. Hannibal’s knot has almost inflated, teasing Will’s entrance. If Will had been sober, if he hadn’t been high on hormones, he might have had enough of a mind to say no. They hadn’t used protection, and even though Will isn’t in heat, it doesn’t mean there isn’t a risk of pregnancy. But Will isn’t thinking straight, and his mind is begging for that knot.
“Please, knot me. Alpha, please.” Will is sobbing now, pressing his face to Hannibal’s neck.
Hannibal kisses Will’s temple, grabs his thighs, and lifts the boy's legs. Thrusting roughly, his knot slides into Will and pops. Will moans as he’s filled with waves of come, finally feeling complete. Hannibal is panting, his hips grinding deeper into him. Hannibal falls, his arms wrapping around Will.
Will groans, still hard, he presses against the knot, trying to stimulate his prostate. Sensing his struggle, Hannibal lays on his back, resting Will on his chest. He rocks his hips slowly, urging his omega into another orgasm. Will moans as he comes, falling limp as his hole forces more of Hannibal’s come into his womb. Hannibal rubs Will’s back, laying kisses all over Will’s face. “Good boy.”
Will whines softly and scoots closer, their legs tangling together. His eyes close, suddenly so tired. He can hear himself purring and Hannibal’s answering growl. It feels almost domestic, and it’s enough to make Will forget.