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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk, Doctor Lecter.”
Hannibal smirked over the rim of his drink, tipping the glass in a salute to his companion. “Is that not what one does in establishments such as these?”
Will huffed a laugh, glancing around at the dive bar they had found themselves in. He had been shocked when the elegant profiler accepted his invitation to join him for a beer after they’d gleaned as much as they could from their most recent crime scene.
“I guess so, though I can’t say I ever thought you’d be one of the ones concerned,” joked Will.
“And I do believe that it is considered only polite to return the kindness of an invitation with ample generosity.” Hannibal’s words were stuffy, but there was a list to his eyebrow which brought Will into the joke and made the tired profiler’s heart beat faster.
“Let it never be said the great Doctor Lecter lacks for manners”, Will toasted.
They drank steadily as the bar emptied around them.
Later, Will would wonder where he found the courage to lean close to the broader man’s shoulder and ask lowly “so, are there any scenarios in which etiquette is not at the forefront of your mind? I would pay good money to hear you curse.”
“I assure you William, given proper motivation you’ll find my mouth can be quite...profane.”
Will knew he was gaping, but he couldn’t quite work out how to close his mouth. He also knew he’d been making eye contact with Hannibal for too long, but again, he was entirely at the other man’s mercy.
A glass smashing somewhere off behind them broke the spell, but neither man was entirely the same. Possibly they never would be. It felt like some previously unknown border had been found, marked, and crossed in the space of a single breath.
As quickly as it had come, Will’s confidence vanished and left him a stuttering mess.
“Your ... I ... Doctor, I don’t, I don’t know if I believe you could be anything less than the perfect gentleman.”
He was even blushing now.
Were he not so preoccupied with his own predicaments, Will might have noticed that Hannibal’s cool veneer was cracking almost violently. His heart rate was speeding, his mouth was dry, and his knuckles were white on his glass.
Hannibal cleared his throat, considering his next words carefully.
“There is no one in the world I would be quite so satisfied to disabuse of that assumption, dear William”.
“You don’t find my insinuation... rude?”
“If I did, what do you think I should do about that?”
Hannibal’s heart leapt at Will’s soft gasp at the implication. There was no mistaking the electricity in the air. Will’s cheeks has turned a delicious shade of pink, and everything from his slightly open mouth, to the drop in tension in his shoulders, told the older man that this delightful creature was now mesmerised and his for the taking.
The predator grinned, moving his hand assertively to rest atop Will’s closest thigh, leaning closer to whisper. “Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to stop, or tell me what you want.”
Will smiled coyly. He could tell that Hannibal believed he had already sealed his conquest, and while a small part of him screamed to bend and submit, a much larger part still saw the danger in that course of action. While has hadn’t had many relationships before, he’d experienced enough to know he needed to protect himself.
So he leaned back, tracking his teeth against the shell of Hannibal’s ear, pulled himself together and as assertively as he could whispered “you’ll have to make me, Doctor Lecter”.
With that Will stood, turning abruptly away from his companion and striding quickly for the door. Their drinks had been on a tab, and he intended to take full advantage of the delay that would cause Hannibal.
The Bureau had afforded them both rooms in a mid range hotel not five minutes from where they had been drinking. Now that he thought of it, Will couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed that the refined Doctor Lecter would never have allowed himself to be lowered to a hotel without even it’s own bar without an ulterior motive.
Will strode quickly, almost running to make it back to the hotel with as much spare time as possible. A quick stop at the hotel desk and a flash of his badge was enough to provide him a key to Hannibal’s room, and before long he was inside and leaning against the wall by the door in the dark.
He had barely slowed his breathing to a reasonable level when he heard those distinctive, prowling footsteps in the corridor outside. He heard Hannibal hesitate, presumably pondering where he would find his prey. Will couldn’t hold back the vicious grin splitting his features. He had never, not once, felt more alive and more aroused than in this moment. This blissful moment before taking the leap of faith.
Just as he had the moment fixed in his mind, the light from the corridor was spilling in through the opening door, and Will was flinging himself around to collide bodily with the silhouette off the very man he was waiting for.
Hannibal started, but held his own, and after a wordless tussle, Will was backed up against the wall once again, this time panting and writhing as a hot mouth pressed against the leaping pulse at his throat.
“Tell me what you want, William. Tell me now or you shall get nothing further.”
Hannibal’s rough voice tore at Will’s insides, and he cried out wordlessly, rutting his aching cock against the leg shoved between his thighs.
It took until Hannibal made a small, aborted movement backwards before Will came to his senses enough to speak.
“I want you to hurt me. I want it hard, and rough, and I want it now, you bastard.”
Hannibal kept his face turned into Will’s neck to hide his animal grin. “My my,” he mused aloud, tightening the grasp he had on Will’s ribs and thigh before moving his left hand to take Will’s right wrist to pin above his head. “And what if I wished to take my time? I have been waiting long enough for your…confession. What would dear Jack think of your behaviour now, hmm? Or dear Alana.”
“It isn’t my fucking confession we’ve been waiting for,” Will spat back at him, eyes bright and triumphant.
Hannibal froze, a fox in headlights. “I am unsure to what you refer, William.”
“Keep pretending if you like, Doctor. But I’m tired of waiting to be ripped apart at your hands. If you can’t give me what I want, perhaps I’ll see Jack satisfied instead.”
The air in the dark room was electric and the panting of both men filled the silence until it was suffocating as their gazes battled for dominance.
“Are you blackmailing me, William? Do you not think that dangerous?” Hannibal’s voice had never been lower. It grated against a feral part of Will’s brain which held long lost memories of being hunted as prey.
“I’m asking you for danger, Hannibal. I’m taking an educated guess that you want me more than you want my death, though I wasn’t sure before this,” he rolled his hips into Hannibal’s straining erection, smiling wide when Hannibal couldn’t contain his reaction. “I’ve never been fucked how I deserve. Never found anyone strong enough and I’ve punished those failures. Will you disappoint me too?”
A different light flared in Hannibal’s eyes. Was it jealousy? Curiosity? Further arousal? Fury? Will hardly cared. He’d come this far, made reckless by the torturer’s thrill he’d felt at the crime scene, the alcohol and the dim lighting of the bar. He’d lost himself in his fevered illness, and his recovery was far from complete. But he’d always run hot, and he’d been playing at meekness for Jack for far too long.
Why is blood so erotic?
Hannibal seemed incapable of speech in the face of the creature he’d captured before him. Or was it he who had been captured? Did it really matter? He’d craved this flesh for months. Done unforgivable things just to see what happened. And yet he’d still been surprised.
“Enough.”
Just as Will had never found someone with the same jagged and sharp edges as his own, Hannibal had never truly indulged in the sensual pleasure that came with embodying every part of himself and his partner. It has always been almost perfunctory. Motions performed impeccably, but always for the audience, not his own pleasure.
When their lips met, it was less a kiss than a battlefield. Teeth knocked against teeth, a lip spilt fresh blood, and they both moaned at the taste. Hannibal flattened himself against Will, grinding into him, arrogant in his desire to demonstrate his strength and worthiness to the only true partner he’d ever known.
Will keened, almost sobbing at the feel of Hannibal’s hard cock against his own and the bruising he knew was forming around his wrist. He’d fought for this, and now he had it, it was overwhelming. But he wasn’t quite ready to succumb. With the last of his own power, and the help of leveraging his foot against the wall, Will pushed Hannibal back and onto the bed, climbing into his lap without hesitation.
Hannibal’s hands went immediately to Will’s backside, kneading the tense muscles and pulling the younger man further into his embrace.
“You want pain?” He managed to whisper into Will’s ear, biting at the soft lobe. His control over himself was hanging on by a thread, and only this thin thread of consideration kept the wolf from Will’s door.
“Yes!” Will growled, impatient at having been so delayed from reaching his desires. “Hurt me Doctor”.
“On your head be it, you wanton thing.”
And with that, the facade slipped from Hannibal’s body and in its place a creature of storms and death and darkness took hold of Will. And Will, finally, relinquished his own control, let go of his impatient passion and gave himself over fully to the monster he craved.
Beyond words, Hannibal took Will’s shoulder into his mouth, biting down into the infuriating cloth which hid Will’s body from him. Will gasped at the feeling of the fabric tearing and leaned back, giving Hannibal’s furious hands room to take each side of his shirt and rip it apart. Roughly, Hannibal pulled the ruined shirt off Will’s shoulders, letting it tangle and restrict Will’s forearms behind his back. All the better to have his prey defenceless.
Gone was the Hannibal who might have been able to stand back and categorise William’s reactions, analysing his desires and building strategies to afford him maximum satisfaction.
Feral, the predator returned his teeth to Will’s shoulder and bit down mercilessly, feeling the muscle between his teeth and pulling at the flesh until it bruised and tore open. The cry which Will released was met by Hannibal’s growl, which pulled another cry from Will, and so a cycle of wanting and receiving was begun.
Will, off balance and relying entirely on Hannibal’s strength to stay upright, started to rut his hips frantically against Hannibal. He could feel the zip of his pants pressing against the head of his leaking cock, and between the sting of Hannibal’s bite, the grip of his hands and the animal panting filling his head, Will tipped over into orgasm with a shout.
Hannibal’s jaw closed even further, letting a fresh spill of Will’s delectable blood fill his mouth as he felt his lover spasm in pleasure in his embrace.
Giving Will absolutely no time to recover, Hannibal executed a manoeuvre Will could barely comprehend as it happened, but which left Will on his knees on the bed with his face smashed into the covers and Hannibal kneeling behind him.
“Desperate slut” Hannibal bit out, delighted at the turn of events which had left Will shivering and gasping for air.
Reaching down, Hannibal took hold of the remains of Will’s shirt and twisted it further, binding Will’s wrists tighter. Then he reached under Will and pulled the buckle of his belt apart, sliding the belt out of it’s loops before undoing the pants and pulling them down to Will’s knees, leaving his soaking underwear in place.
Will was entirely insensible, caught in the wrecks of his clothes and feeling the degradation of his spend cooling against his cock.
The snap of his own belt brought him crashing back to the present moment as he flinched away even though it had not struck his skin. Hannibal laughed, the doubled over belt smooth in his hands, his laugh a sound which curled around Will’s senses and pushed him back into glorious abandon.
Surprisingly softly, Hannibal let his palm trace across the back of Will’s underwear, stroking the trembling man softly before easing the fabric into his crack, exposing the expanse of pale skin which he would mark as his own. Will shuddered as the fabric was pushed into place, pushing against his hole.
The first blow, when it came, made Will sob. Hannibal stayed quiet, mesmerised by the blush blooming on Will’s cheeks. Another blow, and another, until that pale skin turned from pink to red, from red to some darker shade cut with lines of bright red along the edges of the bruising slashes.
Hannibal growled when he finally cast the belt aside and tore at Will’s underwear, ripping it apart before pressing his greedy tongue into Will’s quivering hole.
Will’s sobs were by now uncontrollable, his breathing ragged and his cock aching and neglected. His neck was aching where he was pressed into the covers and he couldn’t feel his fingers.
Hannibal had never felt such bliss as this. Such overwhelming, overpowering bliss without edge, without end. The taste of his William was like nothing he could come close to describing. He would be chasing this taste for the rest of his life, and nothing else would ever come close.
But his own arousal would not wait. His licking turned hungry and before one he had introduced a slender finger to Will’s furled hole.
Even amidst the filthy noises Will had been making for what felt like hours, his reaction to feeling Hannibal penetrate him for the first time was special. The exact tenor and pitch of his moans would echo for Hannibal forever.
The silken heat was almost too much for Hannibal to bear, and he had to pause for a few ragged seconds to regain control over his own arousal. Anything less that filling Will with his seed, staking his claim viscerally and unmistakably, was unthinkable.
At the first moment he felt a slight slackening in Will’s tight grip on his finger, Hannibal pushed another into his heat. His lover had demanded pain and Hannibal would not disappoint. He spat into the joining of their bodies and allowed his own body to shiver at the wild sound Will made in response.
Would two fingers be enough to make room for Hannibal’s considerable size inside Will’s body, he mused. Did it matter? Would Will appreciate the burn of the stretch?
Absentmindedly, Hannibal stroked Will’s flank, feeling the shivers running down his surprisingly solid frame. Everyone underestimated Will. Even Hannibal had underestimated him. When he’d thought about what might happen were he to be able to touch his dear Will, he hadn’t dared to hope their joining would be so primal. Though he hoped that his fantasies of holding his beloved close and stroking his hair, cleaning his back in a bubble bath and feeding him breakfast in bed by hand would come to pass as well.
But he shouldn’t dare to hope for too much. All he had was this moment to make sure he left his impression on William for the rest of time. If Will knew what he had implied he knew, Hannibal couldn’t be sure of what he’d need to do to ensure his survival.
His silent musing had clearly begun to displease Will, who had started rocking clumsily back onto Hannibal’s fingers. Though Will wears clearly far from regaining control of his vocal cords. Hannibal was pleased. The moans and whimpers from his lover stroked every part of his ego.
More spit, and more moans from Will, and Hannibal was soon poised, hands on Will’s hips, and thick shaft rubbing against Will’s gleaming hole.
Taking a deep breath, breathing in the intoxicating scent of sex in the air, Hannibal pressed his thumb just below the head of his cock and guided it home between Will’s bruised cheeks. As he slid home, the feeling of Will’s guttural groan flexing the tight velvet walls of his hole almost had him spilling immediately.
He tightened his hold on Will’s hips until his knuckles whitened, and slowly, torturously, started to move.
Will was losing his mind. It was worse than the encephalitis. Truly, he would expire at the hands of Doctor Hannibal Lecter, once again delirious and crying out, flayed open and vulnerable. Never had he experienced anything like this before. He barely cared if he survived it, but if he did, he knew he’d crave it for the rest of his life.
Clumsily, Will tried to reach for his words. The words he knew would stoke the fire higher. He needed desperately to know that Hannibal was as affected by this as he was.
“Harder”, he breathed. “Do better Hannibal.”
His grin was hidden in the mattress as Hannibal roared behind him, hauling on his hips so hard he knew he’d be left with bruises and slamming his cock into his ass like he was making a permanent home for himself.
Both of the men were helpless to the rising tide of desire and arousal, and their climaxes were barrelling towards them.
Hannibal could barely allow himself too blink, so desperate was he to fix these moments in his memory.
In the end, it was Will who took them both over the edge. In the midst of Hannibal’s fierce thrusting one of Will’s hands had come loose, and he pressed his hand to Hannibal’s thigh.
Such a small thing. But the feeling of Will reaching for him. Choosing him, when he could have chosen to steady himself on the mattress. Hannibal came with a shout, bending over Will until his forehead pressed to his sweat-soaked back.
It was merely seconds before Hannibal came to his senses enough to reach a hand beneath Will to hold his rock hard cock. Another handful of seconds and Will was spilling across his fist.
Hannibal rolled off of Will and landed on his back beside his beautiful boy, bringing his hand up to taste his spend. He’d never tasted a more exquisite flavour.
He pushed himself up onto one elbow. Neither had he seen a more exquisite sight than his own come leaking out of Will’s tender hole, nestled between his bruised cheeks.
Slowly, Hannibal detangled Will from his ruined clothes and brought him to lay on his side. Will was cooperative but clearly no longer in control of his limbs.
For the first time that evening, Hannibal fund himself unsure of what to do next. What did Will need from him? How could he bring the younger man further into himself? How not to risk pushing him away?
Will started to shiver. Hannibal knew this was not an uncommon reaction in those who experienced a strong altered headspace during sex. A combination of an adrenaline rush, a nervous system in overdrive, and the sweat cooling on his skin. What Hannibal was not prepared for was this impact that seeing his Will shiver beside him would make him feel. All of a sudden his languid body, satisfied from his climax, was alert, and he was on his feet.
Will should never be cold. Cold came before death.
“Shh, my darling, I am here,” Hannibal started murmuring reassurances which he suspected Will could not hear as he shifted his limp body far enough to one side that he could fold the covers back over him. He knew that Will would require water and cream for his bruises, but that would keep until his dear Will had returned to his own mind.
Sometime while he was listening to Will’s calming breath, Hannibal’s exhaustion must have caught up with him.
When he woke, he was alone.