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It was a bright sunny day as Hannibal was off in the forest collecting herbs and other such goods for his baking. Hannibal himself was known for his beauty, the young man and his striking burgundy eyes and red cloak. His pouting lips, and delicate features. He of course couldn’t stand most people but he abided them all the same, so when someone came over to him he assumed they would start waxing poetic at him. He was used to this especially from Chilton who he had brushed aside so many times. Seeing him once more he internally sighed and smiled politely toward the man. “Hello, and how may I help you this fine morning?”
Fredric frowned a bit, having sad news for the young male. “Your grandmother has fallen ill. Your mother has asked that you bring her baked goods and wine, it should do her well. She is busy with the farm and your sister however so she has asked that you make them as well.” He admitted, knowing he would likely be upset.
“I see, thank you Chilton.” He gave a curt nod and started on his way, deciding that it was a good thing he’d gone picking that morning. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his grandmother but she was rude and so he didn’t like visiting her. Heading home he would sigh, he’d had a recent kill on his belt so may as well use the cured meats to make a pie. He would wander back home, he lived alone at this point but that suited him all the same. Picking out a wine he started baking, the house soon filled with fine smells. When he’d deemed them finished he’d pack them up in his basket and start off toward his grandmother’s home.
It wasn’t long until he’d decided to take a shortcut. He’d never done so before but no one was looking now, and he was an adult so he didn’t see any reason to avoid the route now. It wasn’t long until he found himself a bit lost but the sounds of chopping wood in the distance would catch his ear, maybe he could get some help out of the forest. When he came upon the older gentleman he felt his cheeks heat up. He knew his grandmother had warned him against strangers, as had his mother but his beauty was enchanting. “Hello, may I ask for a bit of help?” The young man asked.
Startling at the sound of another Will dropped his ax and stalked over to the other, smirking some. “I see a young man has wandered into my forest.. What brings you here?” He near growled in delight.
“Oh, I was bringing my grandmother some food, she’s taken ill and so I am to take care of her.” He explained as he looked at the scruffy gentleman, silver streaks strewn through his hair, it looked like moonlight. He squirmed under his gaze and hugged the basket close, striking blue eyes seeming to bore into him.
“I could take you, it’s not too far off.” Will offered with a small smile.
“No thank you, I just want to get out, I can find my way from there.” Hannibal blushed looking down.
“It’s not too much trouble.” Will hummed, still watching. “Are you certain?” He asked and slung his ax in its place on his belt.
“I’m certain.” He blushed, he didn’t want to fawn over the older man in front of his grandmother. It was the first time he’d felt like this, he felt faint and red faced. Assuming it was fear or embarrassment he decided to go on his own.
“Wait, I didn't catch your name.” Will called out, realizing the younger was fleeing from him.
“Hannibal, it was good to meet you.” He called back, not waiting for him to catch up. He’d decided he could find his way out on his own. He hadn’t waited to hear the woodsman’s name.
As he left Will’s eyes flashed a striking ice blue, his lips curling up into a smirk. This one was interesting. Most people were terrified of him and yet… this one wasn’t. He half wondered why. Well perhaps he’d see later that night, making his way toward the cabin he’d come up with a plan, maybe corner the young male. Either way he’d decided he’d have him, either as food or friend, he hadn’t decided yet.
He would end up at the cabin much earlier than his young friend and walking in the old woman mistook his red shirt as her grandson’s red cloak. “Oh, hello there…” She called out. “Has your mother sent you to me? What a good young man.” She cooed. He almost felt bad for what he had to do.
“Yes, I am, I thought some cool air would soothe your lungs, would you let me help you out to the back?” He asked softly, trying to match the younger’s timbre. As he got closer the old woman didn’t seem to put on her glasses yet.
“Alright, let your old grandmother get on her seeing glass. I would love to see your darling face before I pass.” She hummed and settled the frames on her face and what she saw made her skin grow pale. She screamed and tried to run out of the house, being chased by a big black wolf. Once out he would get his kill over with, not bothering to keep her much intact. It was sad he’d had to do this but he was determined to taste the flesh of a young man. Cleaning his face and fur he would change back to a more human form, burying and bundling himself up so as to not alarm Hannibal. He’d deal with the old corpse later after his feast.
Soon enough the sounds of footfall could be heard, he would blink as he noticed something off, the house was far too quiet for his liking. When he got in he already realized the one in bed wasn’t his grandmother, he would approach anyways to see who had taken her place, half worried that his granny was already deceased.
“Come to your granny, let me see your face closer.” The bundled up other had called out as he tilted his head.
“I don’t know… perhaps I should get the wine and bread ready. The pies need to cool a bit too, are you certain?” Hannibal asked as he went about putting the food out. Little did he know the one who’d taken his grandmother’s place had no interest in his cooking. He’d take off his cloak and would shiver, he smelled the scent of the woodsman in the cabin. Maybe he’d been here before? But it was recent.
“So…” He sighed and looked over to his now captor. “How did she taste?”
Will blinked at that, covered up still and decided to play stupid. “I have no idea what you mean dear? How did who taste?” He asked trying his best to sound dainty and frail.
“I’m not stupid, I can smell you, you already did away with my grandmother, so how did she taste? I can’t imagine she was very good.” He sighed, a bit frustrated at the fact but would turn to him. “I do not wish to play a game.” Hannibal added with a small pout that made the huntsman want to kiss him.
“I see… well then I suppose this was for not, if I let you live-”
“I never intended to tell anyone.” Hannibal had cut him off. “I’ll just tell them you escorted me to the cabin, that a wild animal or bandit had attacked her and that will be all… unless you planned on eating me too.” He grinned a little, some part of him excited by that.
“Mm, maybe… I haven’t decided yet but… May as well put your cooking to the test.” He hummed. “You came all this way…”
He licked his lips, though he was far more interested in the young man before him. “Tell me, how old are you?”
“Oh, 25.” Hannibal blushed and looked down. “Why?”
“Just curious. I wondered how tender you would be.” He hummed.
Still blushing Hannibal grasped the edge of his shirt and looked up at him, he was shy and had no idea why. Stalking over to the taller male he would pull him down for a kiss, not certain why. Will in turn growled into the kiss and pushed him into a chair. “Careful young one, or you may be next.” He hummed.
Hannibal, being defiant for once, got up again and kissed him again. This time the wolf gave in and kissed him back, drawing the younger into himself and burying his fingers in pale hair. He shivered and picked the young man up. “I warned you…” His eyes glowing a pale blue. He would push him against the bed, gliding his fingers along his flesh, hearing the gasp under him. He had intended to eat him but maybe he could find a better use for his younger counterpart. He felt himself drooling as he kissed along the pale planes of his stomach. The younger under him quivering, a small gasp leaving his lips. He would have figured the young man would shy or run away from him considering he’d admitted to murdering his grandmother but instead he seemed relieved to be touched.
Raising back Will took off his shirt, biting his lower lip in excitement. It’d been a long time since he’d gotten this riled up. He would look down to see the younger male looking up at him in shock and a mix of lust and uncertainty. “Don’t worry, young one. I’ll be gentle with you.” He purred.
“I… thank you.” Hannibal blushed, looking away, though when he did the beast above him would draw his face forward again, kissing him as he traced the planes of his stomach with rough, calloused hands. A moan left his lips only to be eaten by the wolf above him, letting his tongue roam his mouth, the two fighting for what seemed like dominance but in reality they were settling a hunger that had coiled itself in their guts.
Pulling back Will looked down at him again and pulled down Hannibal’s pants. “My name is Will by the way.” He added, kissing from sternum to base, his lover standing at attention already. “Seems you’re eager to get started.” And soon enough his tongue found it’s way along the length of his lover’s cock.
Hannibal gripped the sheets, mewling out in ecstasy, he’d never felt something like that before. When he felt his lips wrap around his tip, something wet grazing over the slit in his cock he couldn’t help the loud moans that proceeded. “Oh fuck, Will!” HE whined and gripped at the other’s hair, tender curls laced between his fingers. He found it soft and delightful to the touch but he couldn’t think of that too long as another lick came along the line of his cock, only to feel him take the whole of him down his throat. His back arched and he shivered, shaking in pleasure. “Will! Oh god!” he gasped out.
Will in the meantime had been unbuttoning his pants, using the liquid that had already leaked out to slick his fingers before he would slide them against and in his lover’s rear. He wanted to eat there too but his cock was too eager, maybe another time. He purred in delight as the male below him would suck in a breath and tightened around his fingers. It was not a sound of pain much to his delight. “Calm down lamb, if you don’t this might hurt.” He explained.
“Hurt me!” Hannibal gasped and started to rut his ass over his fingers, only getting Will more turned on. “Please, please!” He whined, the eager young man rode against him. “S-so good.” He mewled, part of him wanting to be filled up. This felt like teasing to him. He’d had women before and half wondered if this is what they felt when he’d teased them. “Will please!” He whimpered and gasped when he’d felt a third finger enter him, giving a shivered moan.
“In good time, you’ll get what you want.” He purred and swallowed. After enough begging though he raised the other’s legs above his shoulders and started to push in. Will let out a low growl as he felt his lover tightening around him, slowing his entrance when he just wanted to thrust in hard. “Come on lamb, you should relax some.” He petted the thighs that rested near his head, pressing down to kiss him gently as he started to enter again, this time agonizingly slowly until he felt Hannibal relax. He thrust in the rest of the way earning a gasping moan as the other pressed into him, causing him to tighten further.
“Please.” Hannibal gasped out, only to receive his just deserts. Will started a slow pace which earned mewls and moans from the younger until he’d picked up the pace, and the mewls turned to gasps and whines as he felt himself get closer and closer. He was already going to cum and didn’t want to let this go by so fast. He bit his lip trying to hold back but much to his surprise when he’d let his load free his lover didn’t stop there, smearing the liquid over their stomachs as he really started fucking the younger, each thrust threatening to break the bed itself. Whines turned into a symphony of gasps and near screams as he felt himself quickly get close again. He moved in pace with the thrusts, aching to be filled still as his lover pounded into him. He’d found himself reaching ecstasy 2 more times before Will bit against his shoulder, burying himself deep into his lamb’s rear and coming.
He sat panting over top of his sweet little lamb as he tried to calm down before slowly pulling out. His seed followed suit. “I think… the food has gone cold.” He huffed a breathy chuckle.
“Don’t care… I want you to breed me.” Hannibal shivered. “Food can wait. Can be reheated.”
With that Will gave a devilish grin and resumed his ministrations. By the end of it Hannibal was near passed out and shivering. “You sated little love?” He asked, kissing softly over the bruised and bloodied spot he’d left on his shoulder.
Hannibal had slow blinked up at him. “Very… and soon enough passed out. Will took the time to clean them both up while his dove rested, taking a deep breath and sighing. He’d curl himself around the smaller male and closed his eyes, the two content in the mess they’d made.
A few months later Hannibal would be sulking over his mate. “I’m hungry… could you please go hunt me something?” He gave pleading eyes to the wolf who had taken him, mind, body and spirit.
Will grinned and leaned back to kiss his mate, smiling softly and patted his stomach. “Anything for my mate and cub.” He cooed contentedly, getting up to go feed the love of his life. His pretty little omega.