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Will circled Hannibal’s trembling form, admiring the way his body gleamed with perspiration, the resin penis vibrating as it pounded into him at a punishing pace. Some of his memories from their past were fuzzy for him, mixed up with vivid dreams and fever induced delusions. It had been Hannibal’s idea to recreate those situations Will could not remember clearly but reverse the roles.
It helped Will access those fractured memories, solidifying them in his mind. He could recall with crystal clarity the cool of the metal table on his knees and the rough pounding of into his body and the knowledge that Hannibal was the only thing holding him together. Admiring and cruel at the same time a still powerful presence watching over Will, taking care of him, even as he planned to use him as his scapegoat.
Will turned up the vibrations, making Hannibal cry out, his voice rough from hours of screams and moan. He had handed Will the remote and his trust and Will enjoyed stretching him to his limit then pushing that line until he almost broke before pulling back. It was not the same, Will had no idea then who Hannibal was and what he was planning but it almost was.
Will had gone to Hannibal, all dolled up and ready to seduce him into trusting him all so he could hand him over to Jack, justice but also revenge. It took less than a week for them to fall back into a familiar pattern, words accompanied by the weight of subtext, heated looks and subtle touches. Hannibal held his gaze, brushing his fingers as he handed him a glass of red wine. Will unconsciously tilted his head and parted his lips and Hannibal took the subtle invite and pressed their lips together, uncharacteristically hesitant but moving in closer when he felt Will respond. One lingering, familiar kiss and Will spilled everything. For better or worse he made his choice and stepped back into Hannibal’s arms, he had never really left.
Jack had no idea, he still believed Will was luring Hannibal in when in reality he was drawing Jack into their trap. Every day they were getting closer to their last supper, anointing their new life with Jack’s blood.
Will tenderly ran his hands through Hannibal’s hair, hoping he looked half as gorgeous as Hannibal did when their positions were reversed. Hannibal purred like a contented house cat, basking in Will’s attention. Will stepped around the table so Hannibal was facing him, or more accurately his crotch. Will hooked a finger under his chin and raised his face upwards. “You look amazing,” he said honestly. Hannibal cheeks were a fetching rose colour, his eyes bright and damp and his lips were parted and swollen. He snapped a photo of Hannibal, it was only fair.
“Close,” Hannibal gasped, squirming but not moving away, wanting to make his Will happy by staying still as he was told to.
Will dragged his fingers over his soft lips and down his chest, grazing his nipples on the way. Hannibal keened when his fingers moved over his penis and a tear slipped down his cheek when Will gripped the base of his penis, halting his orgasm in place. “You are enjoying punishing me,” he accused.
“A little,” Will admitted. His phone chimed, the sound echoing around the sterile room. “Right on time,” he muttered, showing Jack’s name on the screen. “Can you be quiet for me?” He asked, light mockery in his tone.
“No,” Hannibal admitted. “Help me?” He asked with wide eyes.
Will smiled kindly and nodded, unzipping his restricting pants and freeing his dick, already swelling with blood. Hannibal's mouth fell open and let his tongue fall out, drool flooding his mouth.
Will placed a firm hand on the nape of Hannibal’s neck as he slid his thickening flesh past Hannibal’s lips. He moaned when he felt his tongue moving along the base before he hollowed out his cheeks, encasing Will in warmth and sucking wetly.
Will’s phone chimed again, shrill and demanding. He sighed heavily and answered it. “Hello Jack,” Jack’s voice was harsh and barking and Hannibal sucked harder, the voice setting his teeth on edge. Will stayed perfectly calm, unbothered by Jack’s huffing and puffing when he was floating on a rush of pleasure and power. “I told you I would call you when I had something to tell you. I’m working on it,” more ranting, though Jack began to sound whiney, not used to being patient. “I told you this would take time,” he said, though gritted teeth, his eyes fluttering shut as Hannibal moaned around his length. “Because he sent me to that place!” He snapped eventually. “Trust is gonna take time on both sides, he knows all the tricks as well as I do,” he continued, weaving his fingers through Hannibal’s hair, soothing them both. “No wire,” Will said firmly. “No wire,” he repeated a second later. “We’re breaking a lot of rules here and I’m not bringing anyone else in. There’s only one person I trust,” he said, voice softening a little as he opened his eyes and met Hannibal’s eyes, smiling at him tenderly.
“I want him, Will!”
Jack’s thundering voice was clearly audible to them both. Hannibal chuckled around Will’s pulsing shaft and Will had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from brushing out laughing too. “I know Jack. I want him too,” he snapped the phone shut and gripped Hannibal’s hair, thrusting into him firmly. “I want you,” he repeated, voice low with unrestrained lust.
Hannibal hummed around the length and relaxed his throat, allowing Will to drive in his full length, his balls slapping off Hannibal’s chin with an obscene sound. “Swallow,” he gasped, gripping Hannibal’s skull as he slammed into him, sliding deeper down his throat as he climaxed and Hannibal swallowed every drop with a low rumbelling moan of appreciation.
Will withdrew and crashed his lips to Hannibal’s in a passionate kiss, tasting the lingering taste of his seed on Hannibal’s tongue. “Will,” he moaned, voice soft and full of longing.
Will caressed his face, his eyes full of love. “Cum,” he said, stroking his sweat soaked hair as Hannibal’s body shook and he exclaimed something in a language Will could not understand but the sentiment was clear. “I love you too,” he murmured against his temple.
Will turned off the machine and tugged Hannibal into a sitting position, helping him to drink from a bottle of chilled water. Hannibal leaned heavily against him, humming drowsily when Will wrapped his arms around him. “As if anyone but you could have me,” he said, face turned into Will’s neck.
“How much longer?” Will asked.
“You are not having fun playing with Jack?” Hannibal asked.
“I’m impatient,” Will complained.
“You are still certain you want Jack to be your first?” Hannibal asked. “Poor Randell was self-defence. This will not be the same.”
“I know and I’m certain,” Will said firmly.
“I will invite him to dinner this Saturday," Hannibal said, pressing a fond kiss to Will’s forehead. “Have you made arrangements for your pack?”
“Yeah,” Will said, regretful at having to leave them behind. Alana would make sure they went to good homes and Hannibal was worth it. His face split into a grin. “I can’t wait.”
“My vicious boy, so perfect for me.”