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Will Graham had the terrible habit of keeping secrets.
Some were silly and harmless; others, not really. What mattered is that he was actually quite good at keeping his secrets to himself and not letting anyone get close enough to uncover them.
And at that point of his life, he only kept one secret. A big one, that could cause quite the trouble if the few people he allowed to enter his life discovered.
He was an omega.
One might think - how is that such a big secret? What could happen to him if the others knew?
Well. Omegas usually didn’t have his position as special agent in the FBI. Omegas usually weren’t taken that seriously when achieving a hierarchical position such as a professor for the academy. It was unfair, and awful, and still, it was how their society worked.
Betas had it a bit easier, and of course that, on top of it all, there were the alphas. Will hated alphas by nature, which made his life a bit complicated. His boss was an alpha. Some of his workmates and colleagues were alphas. Even a few of his students. He couldn't avoid them.
And the fact he couldn’t avoid them made Will craft this lie - keep this secret - for most part of his life, after his father died.
Will Graham was a beta.
It was a lot of work to maintain that lie, naturally. He spent so much in scent blockers, neutral colognes that hid his natural scent, suppressant pills to avoid the monthly heat. He always kept a small distance to alphas, never getting too close to them. And to be fair, it worked for all those years.
Until yet another alpha decided to enter his life and mess everything up.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the psychiatrist that Jack recommended to him. The man was not only an alpha, he was the alpha. Everything about Hannibal screamed power, dominance, strength, and Will hated how the doctor made him feel weak on the knees, even with all of his precautions. The pills he took didn’t even allow him to feel attracted to alphas, to their looks or their scent, so Will was infuriated when he realized he was admiring Hannibal with other eyes.
On top of everything, Will wasn’t used to feeling those things. He didn’t want to feel those things and seriously just wanted to avoid them forever, not only to maintain his secret, but because the idea of needing someone that bad made him feel weak.
The main reason he posed as a beta was to not feel weak, and now it seemed the universe was playing a cruel joke on him.
But still, nothing much happened during his sessions with Hannibal. They seemed more like conversations than anything else, and Will was actually managing to ignore his own biology for the sake of his lie. They’d talk for one hour and a half, and then that’s it. They kept their distance from each other, in more ways than one, and honestly, that’s exactly what Will wished for.
Until one day, when the universe decided it had enough of Will’s bullshit.
It was nothing too serious, but Will had no idea such a simple, mediocre thing would curse him for the rest of the day and the night.
The thing was that in that specific session, Hannibal decided to approach their chairs. Nothing too serious . But something shifted in the air in the middle of the conversation and then, Will wasn’t able to focus on anything else. The scent was just so strong, so heavy, so much. It felt like a punch in his stomach and a goosebump that made way through his spine, reaching his thighs and between his legs. He felt wet.
It wasn’t his fault, he never smelled an alpha before, not like that. He never felt a true alpha scent, much less one so intoxicating as Dr. Lecter’s. He wanted to know what happened during that day, what made him so vulnerable, as the alpha’s smell reached every single one of his senses and clouded his mind, his judgment.
Will had to cover his nose at a certain point, and he prayed that Hannibal wouldn’t notice, or at least not give too much attention to it, but when he felt his underwear growing damper, despair overtook him.
Another lie, another secret. He quickly got out of the psychiatrist’s office, claiming he suddenly felt oh so sick . A heavy headache, maybe fever. Hannibal nodded and understood, worry clearly displayed on his face - worry and…something else. Still, Will didn’t have enough time to notice - in the blink of an eye he was already driving his way home, desperate to reach his bed and forget everything about that day.
While taking a quick cold shower, and as slick ran down his thighs along with water, Will hoped, prayed, begged for the universe that Dr. Lecter hadn’t noticed anything, or smelled anything. He wasn’t aware of his own scent, after all the time he spent hiding it, so he had no idea how strong it could be. Hannibal’s scent was already too powerful on its own, but only because Will wasn’t used to it. It was the only logical answer he could think of.
He had a plan, and that included doing everything he could to avoid Hannibal from now on. It seemed cliché, with the whole “no one ever made me feel this way before”, but the alpha made Will feel things he spent his entire life avoiding and hiding. He couldn’t even remember the last time he got wet.
And here he was… the sting of desire piercing his body, lust running through his veins, the memory of that delicious, powerful scent. Will felt filthy, weak. And a little bit pathetic if he was honest with himself.
The ‘little bit’ became a lot more pathetic in the middle of the night. Will found himself feeling warm and tingly on the bed, having some trouble sleeping. Everytime he closed his eyes, Hannibal appeared in his mind, with his imposing self and the memory of his scent, making Will curse under his breath. Sweat was coating his shirt, making it skintight, the coldness of it in contrast with his skin that slowly got warmer and warmer.
It wasn’t heat, it couldn’t be. He was taking his pills regularly, as always. Yet, still, how was he feeling that? Could Dr. Lecter be such the powerful alpha that made Will completely vulnerable to his heat only with a sniff of his smell? It was unfair. They barely interacted, and Will didn’t feel…attracted.
He shouldn’t.
But then something shifted inside his brain and before he could comprehend what was happening to him, his hand made its way down his belly, as if by instinct, towards his shorts. The shorts that were now wet, against his will. Was he really going to masturbate thinking about his psychiatrist?
To be fair, the question wasn’t the most terrible thing in Will’s mind at that moment. The most terrible thing was, actually, the fact that Hannibal simply broke any resistance he had to alphas, the resistance he spent years carefully crafting and building with his own self restraint and proper medicine. It was insane what Hannibal did to him.
But still, Will was there, touching his hardening dick under his shorts, sliding a bit lower to find the growing wetness between his thighs. Maybe a quick jerk off session would calm him down and let him sleep in peace. If that was the price of it, be it.
Will began touching himself down there, slowly stroking his dick up and down, delicately, not to end everything too quickly. He was trying his best to keep his mind empty, maybe he could keep Dr. Lecter away from his thoughts and not let this situation be more awkward than it was already. He didn’t even need to grab the lube from the nightstand, easily making a mess with the amount of precum and slick.
The touches on his dick felt nice, but it wasn’t enough. That is never enough for an omega. So while he took hold of his dick with one hand, the other slid down to between his legs once again, and Will gasped when the tip of his fingers grazed over his wet hole. He cursed again, hating himself for it. He felt so filthy, and the squelching noises that reached his ears made him blush.
His moans were quite timid and low for someone who was alone at home, but it didn’t matter if it made him feel better about himself. Will’s fingers circled his own rim, gasps falling from his mouth as he kept stroking his dick. He barely made an effort to insert one finger in, caressing his insides slowly and messily. Two fingers weren’t a problem, and Will started to do fingering motions in his hole, all while he jerked off, but his hand motions began decreasing the pace.
A louder moan escaped his throat when two fingers became three, and he stopped touching his dick, letting it fall over his belly, staining it with pearly white precum, and now with a free hand, he held one of his thighs, raising it to grant himself more access. The moans weren’t timid anymore, but still restrained in a way. He was fingering himself at a nice pace, and more and more slick dripped down himself onto the mattress, coating the sheets in a mix of sweat and slick.
But still wasn’t enough. He couldn’t even reach his prostate in the position he was in, and it seemed that the more effort he made and the more time passed, he grew more desperate, more horny .
Will was already mewling against his pillow when he managed to poke that delicious sweet spot inside him. Slick gushed out of him and he moaned, trying his best to aim and hit it again. He didn’t succeed, huffing in frustration. With a new plan in mind, he decided to change positions, now staying on all fours on the bed, knees firm against the mattress, spreading his legs the best he could. It wasn’t much, but it could work. The new position allowed him to go deeper, but it also made it a bit uncomfortable as he tried to reach for his ass.
Focused on the task to make himself cum and finish that for the night so he could sleep, Will got the three fingers back in, ignoring the light pain on his back the position made him feel. He drooled against the pillow and his cock dripped pathetically on the sheets, slick making his inner thighs glisten.
Will didn’t know how much time he spent there, on hands and knees, fingering himself and trying to cum; he didn’t know which hour it was and how many minutes had passed, because in all honesty, it felt like eternity.
His arm began growing tired and the urge to sleep perhaps could win that battle, so he let himself collapse on the bed, still hard and still leaking, but too frustrated to care. And one would still wonder why he hated being an omega.
His breathing was calming down, and it seemed like everything was slowing down when he heard something.
A noise. Outside.
Will quickly turned to the other side, the side that had the window. He should seriously consider buying new curtains. He blinked a few times, wondering what made the noise. All his dogs were inside, and judging by the lack of sound, they were sleeping peacefully. If not even a single dog barked, maybe he shouldn’t care about whatever made the noise outside.
But his eyes didn’t leave the window for a few seconds, and then he turned his back to it.
There was still the annoying tingly sensation between his legs, and Will considered getting up to take another cold shower, but laziness overtook him. Maybe if he gave in to his true desire, he could end this all already and find a bit of deserved peace.
So, with that in mind, once again, Will reached for his hole, ignoring his hardness completely. He was determined to end this as soon as he could, and allowed his alpha psychiatrist to enter his thoughts for real now.
He thought about his scent, how easily it overpowered him. Thought about his imposing height, his broad shoulders, his strong, big hands. He thought about his sharp features and equally sharp eyes. He thought about everything that made Hannibal a dream alpha, and knew it was working when he began moaning again.
"Hannibal..." It was shy, low. Embarrassing and humiliated, but Will allowed himself to do so, just tonight.
Everything felt so much better now; more pleasure, more...everything. He was hitting all the good spots, feeling so good. His free hand even slipped under his shirt to carress hardening nipples.
"Oh, fuck, Hannibal..."
His mind was one hundred percent focused on his pleasure, and the noise outside didn't even bother him this time. But as soon as a familiar scent reached his nose, he opened his eyes immediately.
At first, he could think his imagination was just that good. But turning to the window's side once again proved that it wasn't his imagination's doing.
There was something outside. He couldn't see very well, it was dark. But there was a silhouette. And it smelled so much like Hannibal.
Could be him? Will didn't think Hannibal would come all the way from Baltimore to Wolf Trap for him. They barely knew each other. It's been... weeks? Since they started the therapy sessions - well, having conversations - a few weeks ago.
But then... why?
Will decided to take a risk, returning his fingering motions and moaning his psychiatrist's name again. If the silhouette ouside was a fragment of his imagination, he would discover now.
"Hannibal...please..."
The silhouette moved, and stepped away from the window. A loud sound came from the front door, and then something broke. Will stopped touching himself, and noticing his dogs waking up in the corner, their ears moving.
The dark silhouette still couldn't be seen properly, and Will risked a glance to the door. It opened, and a barely audible 'shh' directed to his dogs was enough to keep them quiet. The thing was, the shushing sound didn't come from Will.
Now, he could see. Standing in the living room, imposing as always, so different from that morning. Will's heart pounded inside his chest, and the smell he fantasized so much about now filled his senses, his heart and possibly, his soul.
Hannibal was there, in the flesh. And the faint red glow in his eyes told Will that he did break into his home for a reason.