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There is a thin sheen of sweat glistening on Hannibal's exposed skin, lending him an ethereal air in the pale moonlight. He is stretched out on the bed, naked from the waist up, occasionally writhing and turning against the cerulean sheets in a way that makes Will want to forget all morsels of decency and fuck him then and there.
He won't though, because Hannibal is in no state for sex, not when his entire body is shifting, surrendering to the toxic blood overtaking his system. He's not even completely conscious, half lost in his own mind and half lost to the consuming throes of his transformation.
Besides, it's Will's own fault for climbing into bed with a transitioning human. It's certainly not something he did with Abigail. In fact, he quite clearly remembers dumping her trembling body in her father's messy shed and reluctantly standing guard for the twelve hours it took for her to awaken.
But here is, wrapped snugly around his Hannibal, the man's flushed feverish skin pressed delightfully against Will's own cool flesh.
There's still over seven hours to go before Hannibal will properly wake with a body trapped in an illusion of life and a burning throat.
Suddenly, Hannibal jerks within the confines of Will's arms, his body arching off the bed in an enticing curve, the motion pulling a low, rumbling growl from deep within Will's chest. He ignores his growing arousal in favor of burying his head in the crook of the human's neck, taking the torn but rapidly healing flesh on the side of his neck between his teeth and biting, not hard enough to break skin, simply enough for the other to feel it.
The effect is almost immediate and Hannibal slumps back down on the bed with a guttural moan, fingers twisting mindlessly in the silk bedding.
"Ssh. It's fine. I've got you," Will breathes, trailing his mouth down Hannibal's flushed skin, lips parted to press the sharp points of his fangs down on the soft surface.
Hannibal whimpers, eyes screwed shut as faint tremors start coursing through him, his glistening body trembling beautifully in Will’s hold.
"I've got you."
You're mine.
*
When Hannibal comes to the first time, it's quick and quiet, lacking the dramatics of his transition. One moment his eyes are closed and restless and the next, they're open and he's awake though not entirely aware. Will knows it’s not over yet, that this is just a temporary awakening and that Hannibal will slip back under once he’s sated.
Will smiles as bright red eyes come to rest on him, glazed with confusion and bloodlust. There's a flicker of recognition somewhere in their depths but Hannibal shows no outward reaction to Will and remains utterly still, not even breathing now that he doesn't need to.
He shifts so that he's looming over Hannibal rather than lying atop him and brings one of his wrists to his mouth, hastily ripping a ragged gash in the flesh with razor sharp teeth while keeping his eyes locked on the man beneath him. Hannibal's entire face changes as the scent of blood saturates the air, eyes glowing brighter and lips parting to expose newly formed fangs.
Will merely laughs, thrusting his sliced wrist at Hannibal before he can attack him in a thirst-induced frenzy.
A wet, hot mouth closes in around the wound, tongue probing and teeth tearing, and Will moans out loud as an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain shoots through his body.
Vampire saliva does not affect other vampires the way it does humans. There are no overwhelming waves of ecstasy to supersede the pain, but the pain itself is the greatest pleasure to them, a sign of the most intimate form of connection.
Hannibal drinks with blind enthusiasm, utterly oblivious to everything but the life giving liquid flooding his veins as he sucks hard at Will's offering, gripping his hand with both of his.
Will's cock hardens with dizzying speed; the sight and feel of Hannibal like this- stripped of his sensual grace and reduced to something so wild- feeding his arousal. He can feel Hannibal's erection pressing against his thigh through the thin material of their pants though the man himself is too lost in his bloodlust to even notice.
Will waits until he's certain Hannibal has had enough to stabilize him until they have the opportunity to hunt properly before wrenching his hand away, both of them groaning in tandem at the loss. Hannibal starts as if to lunge for the wrist but Will drives forward to trap him in a vicious kiss, licking the blood from his mouth until he can taste the numbness of Hannibal on his tongue.
When he pulls back, it is to find a pair of glowing eyes watching him with blatant confusion, Hannibal wearing a rare expression of honest befuddlement.
"Will?" He murmurs, sounding almost childlike in his wonder, "What-"
Will cuts him off with another kiss, this one gentler than the last, deep and lingering. Hannibal's mouth welcomes him with a nearly helpless moan, the fledgling's trembling hands rising to grip Will's naked back in a desperate grip.
"I did say I was going to keep you," Will breathes against the other’s lips and doesn't give him a chance to respond before he leans back to properly straddle the man, pressing their still-hard lengths together.
Hannibal's entire body shudders violently at the contact, eyes rolling to the back of his head, fingers desperately gripping the sheets. And Will just watches him with hooded eyes, amused at the disproportionate intensity of his reaction.
Hypersensitivity. A side effect of the change. The result of the sudden shift from the impossibly dull human senses to the finely honed ones of a vampire. It's especially worse when it comes to touch.
For the next few hours at least, Hannibal will feel with scathing intensity.
And if Will were a kind person- like Molly was- he would let Hannibal rest undisturbed for the remainder of his time in transition and allow him a chance to orient himself to his new body and its impulses.
Will is most certainly not kind.
He grinds down harder, insistently rubbing their clothed lengths together and Hannibal parts his lips in a strangled cry, one hand flying up to presumably pull Will off him. His aim is mismatched and clumsy in his state and Will catches the wrist with a hand, effortlessly pinning it to the bed. He does, however, stop moving, taking a moment to merely observe Hannibal. He's a quivering, disheveled mess and Will wants to keep him like this always.
He lifts off Hannibal and swiftly proceeds to tear away both their pants, the only articles of clothing on their bodies, causing the other’s eyes widen in something that might be shock or desire.
"Will, wait-"
He quiets Hannibal with a kiss, quick and brutal, tongue sliding in to caress his new fangs and wrenching a groan from him. Will savors the way Hannibal twists and keens beneath him as he trails harsh bites and soft kisses down the firm, hand length of his body. His skin is different, colder, and less alive than it was but no less fascinating for it.
And despite his apparent reluctance, his cock is fully hard, lying flushed and taut against his stomach. Will swipes his tongue against the slit, grinning at Hannibal’s answering mewl.
"Will, I can't. Too much. Please-," Hannibal hisses from between clenched teeth, voice thick with arousal in spite of his demand.
Will glances up at him from where his face is hovering over Hannibal's groin and smirks, slow and feral.
“Then stop me,” he whispers, knowing full well that Hannibal will do no such thing.
And then Will swallows him to the root in one, smooth motion.
Hannibal's reaction is immediate, body arching off the bed as his hands dig in like claws into Will's shoulders. He can feel his skin break and heal just as fast under sharp nails and he growls at the delicious sensations, drawing another moan from his newborn mate.
He will never be able to have Hannibal in so vulnerable a state ever again, not after he fully settles into the change. And he's certainly not wasting this opportunity.
Will drags his lips along the length of Hannibal's cock, scraping his teeth ever so lightly along the underside and the other screams, a rough, guttural sound that reverberates off the walls and feeds Will's fervor.
He mercilessly works his mouth around Hannibal, ignoring the helpless whimpers and half-hearted pleas of 'God, Will, please' from the writhing man pinned to the bed. And Will is more than a little amused by how Hannibal doesn't truly resist even though he'd be able to throw Will off easily if he were to try.
Wound up tight and overly sensitive, Hannibal doesn't take long to come, exploding in Will's mouth with a savage thrust of his hips and a raw, unfettered scream.
He tastes of nothing as Will swallows around the spent shaft in his mouth, using his tongue to gather every drop of his mate’s essence. Hannibal jerks, squirming at the excessive stimulation and stifling sounds that Will wants to drag into the open with his teeth.
Reluctantly, he releases Hannibal's cock and crawls up the man's body, licking and nuzzling any patch of skin that strikes his fancy. Hannibal doesn't try to stop him though he does groan at the overload of sensations from where's he's lying limp against the satiny sheets.
Hannibal's eyes are half-closed and hazy, wrung out from Will's assault on him while in such a susceptible condition. If Will were a better man, he'd feel at least a modicum of guilt for what he’s done.
But he isn't and all he feels is smug satisfaction.
Will rubs his cheek against Hannibal's affectionately; leaning away to press his lips to the other's closed lids.
"Drift for a while, mon cher. I'll be here when you wake up."
Even Will isn't sure whether that's a promise or a threat.
Perhaps both.