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Will Graham is a night owl. He often spends hours at night thinking about the way killers think and the reasons upon which they act. He oftentimes experiences intense hallucinations that make him relive past memories distorted into his subconscious needs and feelings of the present. He is currently following his next victim. A middle aged woman who used to shout at him every morning to deliver her mail in an orderly fashion. He was never orderly. He doesn’t have time for every client’s peculiarities, he just needs to deliver all the mails in time to get back to the post office at noon. So he is very annoyed, rightfully so, when each time he offers mail service to this woman, he is met with rudeness and contempt.
Everyone in the neighborhood that is awake in this early hour can hear her offensive words being tossed around like mere greetings. So no one will actually accuse me of doing anything wrong when I silence her once and for all. Especially the old man with the Samoyed dog from across her window will heartily thank me for offering him the peace and quiet he came to this town to retire for.
Her daughter works out of town and only visits her at weekends, so she won’t notice for at least two days. She has a bad relationship with the neighbors, but they notice the woman when she takes care of the garden, because of her swearing, everytime a little thing annoys her. I gotta make sure she takes care of the garden before I begin my design.
Noone will notice when I enter the house from the storage door on the back of the house using the key from under the flower pot. She won’t hear me when I slide between rooms and mess up every item I come in contact with that she has, oh so orderly, organized, because I will be very quiet in my movements. I will make sure her house is a mess so she will leave this world exactly the way she despises. Chaotically.
She is laying on the couch, frowning on something she saw on tv and talking to the moving screen about her disaccord. The volume is set so high that she won’t pay attention to the sound of me taking the kitchen knife, and while grabbing her bleached hair I put the knife in front of her screaming throat and I-
“Will?”
Will bounces off the couch of where he was sitting with his eyes closed the moment he registers Hannibal’s voice, holding a kitchen knife in his hand. He looks calm and collected despite being a little disoriented from the sudden scare he was given.
Will brushes the handle of the knife while turning his face nonchalantly to look at him. “Hannibal.”
Hannibal takes a few steps closer from behind the couch where Will is sitting, unintentionally replaying the positions of the two people in Will's imagination. Noticing the knife in his hand and the warm way in which he fondles the handle, Hannibal can’t help but smirk.
“Have you acquired any innovative ideas?” He says lightly.
Will turns to look at his knife again. “Nothing of the sort.”
After a few moments of familiar silence Hannibal puts his palm on Will’s stiff shoulder.
“Won’t you come to sleep?”
“I’m not yet tired.” he says but cherises the intimate touch. Without realizing it, he shifts closer to where Hannibal is standing.
“I could perhaps help you with that.” he proposes, the last word sounding more of a question than a statement.
Will’s mind was tired by the vivid imagining of the murder case, but not tired enough to not be able to play around. He smiled teasingly while turning his face to sideways look at where Hannibal’s hand was resting on his right shoulder.
“Is that so?” he asked before playfully biting one of Hannibal’s fingers and immediately turning his glance upwards to stare at his face guiltily, lustily.
Hannibal lifted his chin to look at Will as if he suddenly became his prey but the rest of his movements were gentle and romantic. He caressed Will’s cheek and with the other hand lightly shuffled his hair. Will instantly felt like a well taken care puppy and relaxed into his touch. Hannibal kneeled and kissed Will’s earlobe sweetly before laying another series of small kisses on his cheekbone and the back of his neck.
Will, starting to flare up, took a deep breath to steady his heart rhythm. He raised his right hand and cupped Hannibal’s head from behind while bringing him closer for a kiss. It was slow and steady, a sweetness of motion flowing from Hannibal’s lips, wanting to convey all his love from that one kiss to his partner. But from Will’s part there was a hint of neediness that he could not discipline. Will deepened the kiss, extending his tongue more with every joining of their lips, until he drew a satisfied exhale from Hannibal’s nostrils. Then he moved his head backwards wanting to lure Hannibal to the couch on top of him. Hannibal, however, predicted this mischievous plan of his and broke the kiss.
“Won’t you come to bed with me?” he asked again.
Will enjoyed this full of fondness Hannibal in front of him. He felt a kind of power over him every time he kindly asked him a question like that. Like he could make him do whatever he wanted.
He looked at his lips thoughtfully, menacingly, until he raised his eyebrows and simply said
“No.”
Hannibal could sense the teasing tone of this rejection and smiling, he tilted his head lovingly.
“No?”
Will located his eyes and lifted his hand to slowly caress Hannibal’s lips with his thumb. Not long passed before he found an opening and inserted his finger hesitantly. All his attention was then captivated by the fervent way Hannibal was licking his member and he unwillingly let his mind wander to more sinful thoughts. All the while, Hannibal was looking straight at his eyes, reveling in the way his eyes were moving, wondering what obscene thoughts Will was constructing with his fascinating mind.
After what felt like hours to Will, he pulled out his thumb and replaced the empty space with an aggressive kiss. He felt his arousal beating his self-control and reprimanded himself with an annoyed groan.
Hannibal broke the kiss gently and cupping his cheek asked him with eyes full of affection
“What is the matter”
Will whispered smiling “I am bored to get up from the couch.”
“Want me to carry you?”
Will laughed and embarrassed he looked down, when he noticed he had left the knife on his lap. He carefully lifted it and placed it on the low table while Hannibal’s eyes were following his movements.
“I do” Will said shamelessly while smirking and indifferently placed his arm behind his head to lie on the edge of the couch. Hannibal acknowledged the challenge in Will’s eyes and chuckling, he got up and circled the couch until he was standing directly above Will, on his more accessible side. He lowered his body and carefully placed an arm behind Will’s messy hair and another behind his knees. He lifted his loved one up with a swift and effortless motion and Will cackled at the domesticity of the situation.
“What are you doing” he asked, still laughing and placing his hand on Hannibal's shoulder.
“That which you asked of me” Hannibal confirmed in a proud tone, looking at Will’s eyes with devotion.
He walked towards the bedroom door, but slowly, chastily, locking his eyes with Will’s, pacing as if he was just exiting the church that held their wedding ceremony.
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Hannibal carried him around the double bed that was unmade due to his previously restless nap, and laid him down attentively. Will pulled him down for another deep kiss, as he was starting to get feverish from his exponentially elevating passion. He sensed Hannibal was moving to step back from the kiss and so, he came closer to him, hugging him and locking him in place so we wouldn’t escape. Hannibal broke the kiss and drew away from the kiss and started to move away when Will held his hand tightly.
“Where are you going?” he asked with worrying eyes.
Hannibal approached him again and held both his hands in his own, looking at him tenderly.
“I am going to bring your pijamas”
Will exhaled shakily and lowered his lashes feeling hot all over.
“No need”
Hannibal examined Will and found his impatience amusing. Smiling, he lowered his body against Will and started giving him the most careful and romantic kisses, ones that are usually exchanged during first dates. He was so painstakingly attentive with his kisses that Will grew restless and started making abrupt adjustments, trying to move Hannibal’s face where he needed him the most. Hannibal picked up on the hint and moved to gnaw on his neck, pecking on his clavicles, but leaving trails of soft kisses and bites nonetheless.
Will’s breath was becoming uneven due to his frustration for his unappeased arousal, and when Hannibal lifted his shirt to suck on his nipples, he exhaled soundly. He fixated his hand on Hannibal’s head and pushed him closer to his body, trying to feel every bit of his heat. He pushed his head back and closed his eyes, as his breaths had yet to stabilize. Hannibal left his tantalizing nipples alone and moved downward, leaving faint kisses on his abs and then returning back up to lick his nipples again.
Will has had enough. “Hannibal-” he huffed in a complaining tone.
He grabbed Hannibal’s head on both sides and brought him up to look at him face to face.
“Hannibal” he said once again, demanding his attention. He waited until Hannibal’s eyes were precisely centered with his own. Then he spoke clearly, highlighting every word with its intended meaning.
“Hannibal, you are slow. And I am horny”
He waited a minute, looking at both of Hannibal’s eyes, as if he was asking him whether he had been clear enough. Hannibal’s mouth twitched between a smirk and a thoughtful pursing. After a couple of slowly passing seconds, he decided to stop tormenting poor Will and succumb to his wishes. He touched his cheek and and caressed his ear.
“Okay.” he said, sounding intentionally submissive. “What do you want me to do”
He waited for an answer, as Will’s chest quickened its rising and falling pace, and he observed the expressions on his face as they changed from uncertain and agitated to excited and lustful.
Will’s breath hitched as he tried to steady his inhales and take control of his lascivious thoughts. When he momentarily commanded his mind to calm down, he pulled Hannibal’s face closer so that Will’s lips were touching his earlobe. And then, struggling to get the words out, out of embarrassment, he whispered
“I want- to feel more of you. I…want you, to touch me more . Kiss me like you want to destroy me”
He took another breath and pulling Hannibal a little away, he looked right in his eyes.
“I want to feel threatened by your love” he breathed into his lips, as he lowered his eyes.
Then he snapped them back up and his next words were practically inaudible.
“I want you to make me stop breathing…and fuck me like you want to hurt me.”
The change in Hannibal’s expression was small compared to the one that was taking place inside him. His gaze momentarily froze and he stood in place. After the information his ears had registered had traveled through his brain circuits, he wore an expressionless facade and he spoke with a determined tone.
“Very well”
He licked his lips and drew away from Will’s touch, gazing at him from above, looking like he was processing what to do with him. Will also froze in place and he panicked, as he felt he had made a terrible mistake. He hadn’t realized what he had been thinking, until he voiced his thoughts out loud, and now he perceived the situation to be irreversible. The way Hannibal’s face had changed from that of a loving partner and a caring husband to that of a detached man with indistinguishable emotions, shook him to his core. It felt like he was observing him practicing his favourite hobby; calculating, preparing for the kill and then eating every part of him.
He wasn’t entirely wrong though.
Hannibal moved his hands and started slowly leaving a hot tactile line with his fingertips along Will’s body. It appeared to Will as though he was estimating the right place to cut him open, marking his chest and abdomen with his flaming fingers, approximating the cut of a cesarean section.
Will momentarily saw the vision of the devil, the devil that visited him in his illusionary nights, if only for a second, and it made him shiver with a notion of terror and unanticipated delight.
He was so focused on his vision that he didn’t notice all his clothes went missing and his erection was unobstructed and evident for Hannibal to gaze upon. He must have had intrusive illusions of sexual interaction with the demon, because one moment he was deep into sensual daze and the other he was witnessing Hannibal’s nudity in front of him in all its glory. His breaths became arrhythmic again and he moved his arms to lift himself up with his elbows, but he abruptly stopped every movement, as in his mind there was a bomb of impending lust that had just exploded. Hannibal had sinked all of Will’s length at once inside of his mouth, and was now warming him up with his ever increasing saliva production. He looked down and saw a monster that was trying to devour him whole. Will’s grunts were clearly audible as the monster was sucking and licking him with perpetual harshness, making Will feel like he was about to die feeling nothing but fear and inescapable ecstasy.
Will pulled his head back and arched his body, seeing nothing but white as he was about to come, when suddenly everything stopped, and he felt an absence surrounding his body. He was disoriented for a long time until the state of confusion started to clear up and he saw his beloved Hannibal with a smirk on his face, a trail of thick saliva running down his neck, and in front of Hannibal’s face his own cock about to explode. He had been denied release by a certain cannibal, who was currently sitting in front of his very painful erection and who seemed to be in an overly cheerful state.
“What are you doing…”
Will’s question sounded weak and rusty, like he had just woken up from an identified dream he could not control. He fought for every single breath to clear the spots on his vision.
Hannibal looked as happy as ever. “I’m threatening you…” he said smiling “with my love”.
It took several minutes to register just what he was trying to tell him, until he figured out how much Hannibal was enjoying himself with Will’s chaotic lewdness.
He was left speechless because of Hannibal’s course of action, and because he was already on the verge of collapse.
Will extended his hand to reach his arousal, but Hannibal intercepted him, and firmly held both of his hands with his own, respectively.
“I’m afraid that is not allowed” he said calmly and pressed his hands on either side of Will’s head. Now that he was standing over him, Will could see the whole of his body and his attention fell at Hannibal’s own erection, thick and approaching its limits, just like his own. But Hannibal didn’t let any impatience show on his face. He remained undisturbed like they were chatting leisurely in his office.
Hannibal noticed WIll’s lingering gaze on his member and grinned playfully. He stayed over him, touching him nowhere except his wrists which he had pinned down, and stood there for a whole minute like they were having a staring competition. Will wasn’t having any of his bullshit.
“Hannibal” he said his name, begging for attention. He had genuinely tried to assert dominance, but the sound he let out reverberated pleading and desperate in Hannibal’s ears. His imploring brows and pained expression appeared nothing but sinful to Hannibal’s eyes, a sin that once he committed, he would never ask forgiveness for. Each imploring moan, each gasping breath that came out of Will’s lewd mouth in his moments of sensual deprivation, were an achievement that Hannibal cherished deeply.
Hannibal snapped out of his enamored daze, when Will arched his body unexpectedly, and touched Hannibal’s arousal with his own. He moved, creating a prolonged friction between them before lowering his body again on the mattress. A sudden moan left Hannibal’s lips, catching both of them off guard.
Hannibal now stared at Will like he was a riddle he had yet to solve. He quickly made a decision as he pressed his hands harder on the mattress.
“That will really not do”
He grabbed his tossed pijama pants and holding Will’s arms on top of his head, he made an intricate knot, tying both his hands firmly on the headboard.
“Wait-” Will whined and tried to free himself, moving his body around in a disorderly fashion.
Hannibal approached Will’s face until their noses touched and soothed him in a calm, but also commandeering voice.
“I want you to be good and not move for now” and then he placed his lips on his and gave him a deep passionate kiss.
The kiss seemed to have a greater effect than Hannibal anticipated, because Will immediately calmed down and stayed still, steadying his breath, like it had always been this easy to accomplish that. Hannibal lingered for a moment to admire his creation, and then poured some lube (which was conveniently lying around obviously) on his hand and fingers, and dictated Will in a significant tone
“I want you to open your legs for me”
Upon hearing these words, Will was twice more aroused than before, and with half-lidded eyes he obeyed more than willingly, while licking his lips and slightly raising his chin, communicating in this way that he was ready to accept anything Hannibal offered him.
He exposed himself fully under Hannibal’s adoring gaze. The wetness from his precum combined with Hannibal’s saliva from their previous engagement had trailed down and had reached Will’s entrance, which was now buzzing with the anticipation of the unknown. He breathed deep and steadily, and he had closed his eyes, surrendering himself fully to Hannibal’s design.
When Hannibal’s fingers touched his skin, a million neurons fired, sending excitatory signals to his brain, filling Will up with a desire to be conquered, mercilessly and unendingly. Then, the fingers passed the entrance, generating a mixture of uneasiness mingled with mild irritation, but also a desire to be touched more. Slowly but deftly, the fingers reached deep inside of him, and Will felt exactly what he had wanted to, and more. An excitation, born from a warm tingling between his thighs that expanded to his guts, and throughout his body, reaching his heart and his lungs, making his breaths cut shorter than before, getting inside of his head, making him light-headed and bewildered, the hotness finally reaching as far as his limbs, making him tremble and convulse in a fountain of first-time ever felt emotions.
Will was starting to lose his common sense. He felt that the pace with which Hannibal was fingering him was not enough, and thus began to move in a complementary way, trying to fill himself up as much as possible. Hannibal noticed the fervent way in which Will was moving, fucking himself with his fingers buried inside him, and needed all the self-restraint he could recruit to not immediately bury all of himself inside of Will and finally make his innermost guilty desire come true.
He stopped moving his fingers completely and then, he proceeded to add two extra fingers to witness Will explode in pleasure with a deep throaty moan. Will didn’t waste a single minute adjusting, and continued ruthlessly pushing himself inwards and outwards of Hannibal’s steady fingers, all the while producing obscene noises Hannibal could never have fathomed in any of his fantasies. He was so stunned by Will’s self-satisfactory movements, that he absentmindedly had started touching himself, without noticing his own moans were beginning to mingle with Will’s.
He was about to lose his own mind, when he noticed that both of them were reaching their climax and denied them both the satisfaction of cumming. He abruptly removed his fingers from inside of Will and he stopped touching himself at the same time.
This time, the absence of warmth inside of Will felt like the vast emptiness of the universe. He whined loudly and opened his eyes in the search for this unforeseen betrayal. His hands were still tightly tied in the bed and he couldn’t replace the missing fingers with his own. So he could only move, begging with his body for some friction, which, however, would never satisfy him.
“Hannibal! Hann-” his anguished begging made him sound tortured and in dire need of assistance. His raspy breaths broke down to tears, which he vainly tried to control.
He locked Hannibal's eyes with his own teary ones and whispered despairingly
“Please…”
Hannibal’s own composure had also almost deteriorated, and in combination with Will’s miserable pleading, he finally broke.
He went for the bedside table to reach for a condom but Will’s request stopped him. Will’s begging voice, tortured and shattered from the perpetual climax deprivation, was the only thing that currently existed on Hannibal’s mind. Once the dam had broken, by Will’s voice alone, it could not be undone. Anything Will asked Hannibal to do now, he would blindly oblige, without even passing the information through his brain to check with the goal of self-preservation. If Will asked him to take his own life, because that’s what would please him right now, he would do it, simple as that.
Thankfully, Will didn’t ask for that.
Hannibal stopped midway from the bedside table when Will breathed out
“No…”
Hannibal turned to look at his weeping eyes again. Will didn’t break eye contact.
“Untie me first”
Hannibal looked at Will’s wrists which had started to take a reddish color.
“Please…”
Hannibal undid the knot and released Will’s hands at once. The moment Will broke free, wrapped a leg around Hannibal’s waist and grabbed his arm with one hand and his neck with the other, instantly exchanging positions with him, trapping him firmly below him.
Hannibal with one hand held Will’s arm, the one that was choking him, and his other one rested on Will’s waist. Will could kill him now and Hannibal would say thank you for this experience from the afterlife. Will was resting his full erection on top of Hannibal’s, and pressing him down with his weight. Now, it was Hannibal’s time to beg.
“Will…”
Hearing his name being used in the form of a plea, Will grinned maliciously. He began rubbing himself on Hannibal, without it being his intention, but quite frankly, he wasn’t in any position to devise any evil plan to get back at Hannibal as of now.
Hannibal let both of his arms hold Will’s waist firmly, and started helping him move with more force on top of him, while helplessly losing his breath, by being ferociously choked by him.
He tried to speak, but his voice came out as a choked groan.
Will relaxed his hold a bit to let him breathe.
“Will” he breathed, filling his lungs with this much needed air, “condoms are in the second drawer”
Will was quite impressed he was thinking of healthy sexual precautions at this state. He had to admit, his mind was far more collected than his own in dire times.
“What a truly necessary information” Will spoke between breaths, assuming his tight hold around Hannibal’s throat.
Then, as if to prove a point, he readjusted himself, and let gravity pull him down, burying Hannibal’s throbbing dick in the deepest part inside of him. Hannibal groaned at this unanticipated satisfaction, and his member grew even larger, making Will cry out a painful moan. He released his grip on Hannibal’s throat due to this diversion, and instead placed his palms on Hannibal’s rising and falling hairy chest, in order to steady himself.
They stayed like that for a while, so that their hearts wouldn’t collapse from the galloping pace their blood was being pumped through their arteries and veins. Once the stillness was too much to bear, Will started moving up and down, at his own pace, making Hannibal squirm under him. They looked at each other’s eyes while they fucked each other, and until drops of saliva started to fall from Will’s gaping mouth on top of Hannibal’s chest.
“No condom for you” Will said with whatever remaining strength he had left. “I want you to feel my insides directly” he said punishingly, as if he wasn’t also doing Hannibal a favor.
“And I want to feel every bit of you when you cum inside me”
That’s the moment when Hannibal lost his mind. He started moving uncontrollably, arhythmically, every bit of class on his movements now gone. Will gladly joined him in his struggling motions, clashing their bodies together, none of them believing how the other one had lasted that long. It seemed like a battle of whoever cums first, loses.
Will started to recognize the familiar signs of reaching his limit, and he would make sure he would claim his prize this time. Black and white spots appeared in his vision, he started to lose focus of where he was and kept on riding his orgasm like it was the last thing he would ever do. Hannibal wasn’t far away himself, but when he felt Will’s body convulsing and tightening around his dick, it only took two seconds for his own release to take place. Will’s body was filled with Hannibal’s fluids, which spilled out with every motion Will made to prolong his orgasm. With his last bit of strength, Will pulled out, letting all their cum drip down and cover them both in pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of Hannibal, making it harder for him to breathe, as if on purpose, for losing the unspoken bet to him. But Hannibal was bothered not, for he put his arms around Will, and pulled him closer to his body, sensing the synchronous steadying beats of their hearts and feeling his mind at tranquility. Then he kissed his messy sweaty hair fondly and caressed his nape, as he started listening to the soft sounds of his snoring. Not long after, he let sleep take him too, embracing his lover until he forgot he was no longer awake.