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Hunts usually go relatively easy for Hannibal and Will. Will scopes out someone, takes them to an isolated place, and Hannibal kills them. Tonight was not an easy hunt.
They’d gone to a bar near town. It was nighttime, and the rude men were out. Drinking, eating, talking. Will waited at the bar, drinking his whiskey slowly. He rubbed his finger around the ring of the glass. A man sat beside him.
The man slammed the counter, catching the bartenders attention. She jumped in surprise at the noise, turning around quickly to look at him.
“Get me a beer!” He shouted. It was clear he was already drunk, must be one of those men who go bar to bar until they get kicked out for reaching their limit. Will took another sip of his drink. He watched as the tender quickly moved around, making his beer as quickly as she could. She looked new, anxious. He felt bad for her.
The bartender slid the glass over to the man, who grabbed it and took a hefty swing of it, guzzling it down like he probably already had a thousand times tonight. He slammed the cup on the counter, making a clinking sound as it went. Some of his drink spilled out and dripped into Wills. He’d had just about enough. The man must have seen him staring because he turned to look at him.
“The hell you looking at, huh? Got something to say?” His speech was slurred, it made Will want to roll his eyes and just go home. The mans breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. Through the scent Will could still tell he was another alpha.
“No, no.” Will said, “Just wondering if you should be okay to drink that, you seem pretty maxed out.” He pointed at the man, faux concern lacing his voice. The mans eyebrows furrowed, like he was angry.
“Maxed out? I could go all night!” The man took another swing of his whiskey, setting it down just as rough as the last time. Will slumped over the counter, watching him. He forced a smile onto his face.
The two began talking throughout the night, Will watched as he continued to guzzle down more alcohol. The place was still bustling with people, they could get away right now to get the job over with. The man was mid sentence when Will tapped his shoulder.
“Hey, wanna come back to my place? I got some wine at home. Good, not that cheap shit.” The mans eyes lit in new curiosity. He didn’t even respond before he got off the stool on wobbly feet, gesturing towards the door. Will took his arm and placed it over his shoulder, taking him out of the bar.
The two walked down a back alley, where Will knew Hannibal would be waiting. The man didn’t even seem bothered. Maybe he didn’t know what was going on. He let him lean against the wall.
“What’re we doin’ here?” The man garbled. Will clicked his tongue.
“Just a rest, you look tired.” Will made up an excuse. The man rolled his eyes, waving him off.
“I ain’t tired! Let’s just get to your place. It’s cold as shit out here.”
Will tapped his foot, Hannibal slid out from behind a corner.
“Is this your pick tonight?” He asked. Will nodded.
“He was an asshole to the bartender, she was too sweet for him to be yelling at her like that.”
“How rude.”
Hannibal pulled out his knife, preparing for his usual attack, when suddenly the man gained awareness.
“What the hell is that!? You tryna kill me!?” The drunkard shouted. He flung back, attempting to flee. Will caught up to him fast. You can’t run very far when you’re acting as if you have two left feet. He tackled the man to the ground. Hannibal came closer, holding the knife out. He got on his knees, assessing the mans body.
The drunkard looked up at him, fear lingering in his eyes. Hannibal was about to make the first cut when all of a sudden he felt a jagged pain in his left side. He heard Will gasp.
The man had stabbed him. Fortunately, he missed any vital organs. Unfortunately, it hurt horribly. Hannibal hunched over into himself, holding the knife in his side. He knew better than to pull out no matter how badly he wanted to.
Rage flashed in Wills eyes. How dare this man hurt his omega, how dare he hurt his lover. He took the knife Hannibal was originally going to use to kill him, stabbing it into the mans neck. He watched as the blood spurt out for a few seconds before slicing his back. They didn’t need the meet tonight, Will just needed to get Hannibal home.
Will moved from the mans back, walking over to his lover. He was still scrunched up in pain, and he could smell something sweet emitting off of him.
“Hang onto me, I got you.” Will whispered, he pulled Hannibals arms around his neck and slid his hands under his thighs, hauling him up into his arms. Hannibal let out a small whimper at the change in position, to which he was shushed softly. Will hurried to their car which was on the next road. He placed his husband in the back, letting him lie across the seating. He handed him a spare towel they kept in the dashboard, letting him use it to wipe the blood around his wound. Will practically jumped into the drivers side and sped off to their safehouse.
The car ride was quiet, and the smell coming off of Hannibal was getting stronger. It was sweet, almost like almonds and vanilla. Will knew what that meant. The fucker had triggered him into a heat. He knew it wasn’t on purpose, he knew Hannibal felt zero attraction to that man, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He’ll make sure to shower his omega with love once they get home. He looked in the rearview mirror to see if anything had happened. Hannibal was still on his side, grimacing in pain and letting out small whimpers.
The second Will pulled into the drivethrough, he was already unbuckling before he even parked. He helped Hannibal out of the car, bringing him inside. He brought him into the bathroom, placing him in the tub. Hannibal looked at the showerhead in front of him.
Will put a warm hand on his arm, “Hey, I have to take the knife out of you so I can stitch you up. It’s gonna hurt, you ready?”
A weak nod was all Hannibal could muster at the moment, heat and pain were washing over him in waves and it made it hard to focus on anything else. Will hummed in response, hurrying to get the first aid kit from the cabinet.
Will knelt down in front of Hannibal, he’d taken the bandages, sewing needle and thread, and cleansing wipes out. Carefully, the alpha removed the knife from Hannibals side.
Hannibal let out a weak cry, attempting to move away. Will could only shush him, kissing him on his temple and scenting him. He put his wrist to the others neck, letting his scent into the others glands. Almost instantly, did Hannibal relax. It gave him enough time to finish fixing everything up. He cleaned around the wound and then stitched him as quickly but precisely as he could. He cleaned the wound again when he was finished.
He let Hannibal lay there for a few more minutes, he was exhausted and experiencing the onset of heat. He let out a quiet moan, turning to his husband.
“Will..” He whined, “Please..”
Will ran a hand through his hair, letting him relax even further.
“I’m sorry, Baby. You’re hurt, we can’t risk it..” Hannibal moaned pitifully.
After a few more moments, Will finally decided it was okay to move him. Cautiously, he picked him up again, bringing him to their shared room. Thankfully, they hadn’t taken down his nest from his last heat. It was a little messy, but still intact. He knew Hannibal would probably fix it eventually.
Hannibal was splayed out on the bed. He was ever so tired, he wanted a knot, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to cry. He wanted Will. He watched as the other climbed into bed with him, pulling him closer until their skin was making contact, he was careful not to irritate any of his wounds.
Will kissed him, let him hump against his thigh. Hannibal was too tired to beg for a knot, but he wanted release. Will pushed his knee out further, whispering praises at him as he grinded down. The omega held onto Will, wrapping his arms around his waist, picking up the pace until he eventually had a miniature orgasm. It wasn’t enough to keep him sated for long, but it could get him a tiny nap.
Hannibal rested his head on Wills chest, purring softly as his eyes closed. Will rubbed his nape, stroking the top of his spine down to his midback. The two drifted off like this, listening to each others breathing and heartbeats.