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Why the hell did this have to happen today?
Why did it always feel as though everything and everyone in his life existed solely to make it more complicated? His day had already been bad enough.
It had rained nonstop since morning, leaving him soaked to the bone. The case they were working had been disturbing even by FBI standards, and two idiotic Alphas had already tried flirting with him before noon. But none of that was the real problem. The real problem was his suppressants.
For two days now, the pharmacy hadn’t received a new shipment, and his heat was getting closer with every passing hour. He could feel it. He was more irritable than usual. More sensitive. Less patient.
And now, because apparently the universe hated him, he had an appointment with Dr. Lecter.
Dr. Hannibal-fucking-Alpha Lecter.
Wonderful.
Technically, he could cancel. Make up some excuse. Claim he was sick.
But Hannibal would know.
One look tomorrow and the psychiatrist would figure everything out. And somehow that felt even worse. Will let out a long breath.
He would keep the appointment short. Tell Hannibal he wasn’t feeling well.
Leave.
Simple.
Of course, Hannibal would probably know exactly what was going on anyway. Still, perhaps the man possessed enough manners not to mention it.
Will doubted it.
With a quiet groan, he ran a hand through his damp curls and sank into one of the chairs in the waiting room. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his skin despite the cool weather outside.
Damn it.
When the office door finally opened, Will’s gaze immediately landed on Hannibal. The psychiatrist was dressed in a light blue suit. As always, he looked infuriatingly composed. Then the scent reached him.
Grapes.
Parchment.
And beneath it all, something warm and honey-sweet. Will closed his eyes for a brief moment and inhaled before he could stop himself. The realization of what he was doing hit him immediately.
His eyes snapped open.
Unfortunately, Hannibal’s had already found him.
Will sank into his usual chair.
Across from him, Hannibal settled into his own.
The psychiatrist crossed one leg over the other and adjusted the sleeve of his light blue suit. Will immediately looked away.
That was a mistake.
Because the second he did, his attention snapped right back.
Damn it.
Maybe coming here had been a terrible idea. Normally he was perfectly capable of appreciating that Hannibal Lecter was an attractive man without making a fool of himself.
But today was definitely not a normal day.
And the wonderull scent lingering in the office certainly wasn’t helping. Every time Hannibal moved, the smell seemed to drift across the room.
Will hated that he noticed. He hated even more that he liked it.
“How was your day, Will?”
The simple question pulled him from his thoughts.
“Awful.”
Hannibal raised an eyebrow.
“That bad?”
“It involved children.”
The psychiatrist immediately grew more serious.
“I see.”
For a few moments they discussed the case. Will explained what had happened.
The victims.
The parents.
The things he had seen.
The things he wished he hadn’t.
Yet even while talking, he found himself distracted.
A hand adjusting a cufflink.
The faint sound of Hannibal’s voice.
The scent filling the room.
God.
He should have cancelled.
This had been an unbelievably stupid idea.
At one point Hannibal leaned forward slightly and Will immediately forgot what he had been saying.
“…Will?”
“Mmh?”
A small smile appeared.
“You stopped talking.”
“Oh, right.”
Hannibal’s smile widened. God how he hated that smile. Mostly because it looked so good on him.
This was ridiculous.
He was an FBI profiler.
A grown man.
Not a teenager with a crush.
Unfortunately, his approaching heat seemed to disagree. Will groaned and buried his face in his hands.
This was going to be a very long session.
For a moment neither spoke.
When Will finally looked up again, Hannibal was watching him with that infuriatingly calm expression.
“What?” Will asked.
“You should have cancelled.”
The answer caught him completely off guard.
“Why?”
“If you are uncomfortable.”
Hannibal’s voice remained gentle.
“We can continue another day.”
Will stared at him. That wasn’t what he had expected.
No teasing.
No probing questions.
No attempts to push further.
Just an offer.
Somehow that made everything worse. Because now he felt guilty.
“I didn’t say I wanted to leave.”
“No.”
Hannibal leaned back slightly.
“You merely look as though you regret every decision that brought you here.”
Will opened his mouth but then closed it again. Unfortunately, Hannibal was correct.
A small smile appeared on the Alpha’s lips.
“I see.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Do that.”
“The smile?”
“Yes.”
Hannibal’s smile widened immediately. Will cursed under his breath. For a few moments neither spoke.
The room felt smaller than before.
Warmer.
Will hated that he noticed every small movement Hannibal made.
The way he tilted his head. The way his fingers rested against the arm of the chair.
“You keep looking at me.”
Will froze.
The words had been spoken so casually that they took a second to register.
“Huh?”
“You keep looking at me.”
Heat immediately rushed to his face.
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
Another smile.
“You do.”
Will wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Hannibal studied him quietly. Then something in his expression softened.
“You know, Will.”
The teasing had vanished from his voice.
“I don’t mind.”
The words settled heavily between them.
Neither moved.
Neither looked away.
Will’s heartbeat had become painfully loud.
“Hannibal…”
The psychiatrist slowly rose from his chair. Will should have stood. Should have created distance. Instead he remained exactly where he was.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hannibal stopped in front of him.
Close.
Far closer than a psychiatrist had any right to be. Yet neither of them mentioned it. For a moment all Will could smell was honey and parchment.
“You should probably tell me to stop.”
Will swallowed.
“Probably.”
Hannibal smiled faintly.
“Are you going to?”
Will looked up at him. At the warmth in his eyes. At the patience. The understanding. And perhaps, if he was honest with himself, at the fact that he had wanted this for quite some time.
“No.”
The answer was barely above a whisper. Something flickered across Hannibal’s face.
Relief.
Affection.
Perhaps both.
Then Hannibal leaned down and kissed him.
Softly at first.
Giving him every opportunity to pull away. But Will didn’t.
Of course he didn’t this was exactly what he wanted.
What he needed.
His hand found Hannibal’s sleeve almost automatically. The kiss deepened slightly.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just long overdue.
When they finally pulled apart, neither spoke for several seconds. Will stared at the floor.
Then at Hannibal.
Then immediately looked away again. The psychiatrist looked far too pleased with himself.
“I assume,” Hannibal said quietly, “you have not been taking your suppressants.”
Will groaned.
“Hannibal.”
The smile returned immediately.
“Will, with my sense of smell, I knew the moment you stepped into my office.”
Heat rushed to Will’s face.
“Please stop talking.”
“I merely stated a fact.”
“You are enjoying this far too much.”
“Perhaps.”
Will let out an exasperated sigh. Of course he was.
Before Will could decide whether he should be concerned, Hannibal crouched down in front of him, placing both hands on the armrests of his chair.
The position felt entirely unfair.
Will straightened instinctively.
“Hannibal.”
“Yes?”
“You are making this worse.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Hannibal’s mouth.
“Am I?”
His hands slowly moved from the armrests to Will’s own, holding them gently for a moment before sliding higher to rest on his shoulders.
Will fell silent.
His eyes remained fixed on Hannibal as the psychiatrist reached up and cupped his face.
“Will,” Hannibal asked softly, “why do you think you came here tonight?”
“Because we had an appointment,” Will answered quietly.
“Yes,” Hannibal said. “But you could have cancelled.”
His thumb brushed lightly against Will’s cheek.
“It is unusual for an omega so close to their heat to willingly seek out a single alpha.”
Will swallowed.
“You’re not like other alphas.”
For a moment something warm flickered in Hannibal’s eyes.
“No,” he agreed. “I am not.”
One of his hands moved to the back of Will’s neck, gently working at the tension gathered there. Despite himself, Will let out a quiet sigh.
“I’m glad you still came.”
The massage continued, easing knots he hadn’t even realized were there.
“Will, times like these are difficult. You should not be alone.”
“I don’t need someone to take care of me.”
The protest lacked some of its usual conviction.
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can.”
Hannibal whsipered.
“My stubborn, capable beautiful Omega.”
A faint smile curved his lips as he lowered his head to Will’s ear.
“You can deny it all you like, Will, but you need me. You need an Alpha.”
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Especially tonight.”
Goosebumps spread across Will’s skin as he felt the doctor’s breath against his ear. The whispered words made him flinch.
God yes.
And how he needed him.
He could deny it all he wanted, but deep down, some part of him had always known, always wanted, it to happen.
Slowly, he turned his head toward Hannibal. His pupils were blown wide, his lips slightly parted. Hannibal’s hand resting against his neck, the lingering touch of the massage, and his scent so close and inescapable made the warmth beneath Will’s skin grow stronger with every passing second.
“Yes, I do, Dr. Lecter," he whispered.
Their lips met again, and this time there was nothing hesitant about it.
Will’s hands found their way into Hannibal’s hair, while Hannibal’s own moved along the curve of Will’s back, steady and possessive, as he found Will’s ass.
Hannibal slowly began to suck on his tongue, and at the same time, he lifted him from the chair. Without hesitation, Will’s legs wrapped around his waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He moaned loudly into the kiss, as the Alpha carried him over to the couch, where he carefully lowered him onto the cushions.
Slowly, he began to take off Will's shirt, followed by his pants. Until he was left in just his underwear. As Hannibal parted their kiss, he immediately held his breath at the picture underneath him.
Will’s body was covered in sweat. His eyes were only half-open, his breathing quick and uneven.
It took all of his self-control not to devour Will right then and there.
The scent that reached Hannibal was better than anything he had ever known.
Pine.
Cinnamon.
And the faint sweetness of orange.
He knew that scent. He had always loved catching traces of it whenever Will was near. But this, this was different.
Raw.
Intimate.
Close enough to consume him.
Nothing could compare.
"Alpha."
Noticing that Hannibal’s attention had wandered, Will curled his fingers around his tie and gently pulled him closer, reclaiming his focus.
"Already so needy, Will?" Hannibal chuckled.
“But we're just getting started.”
Instead of continuing, he sat down beside Will and simply observed him. When he caught the bewildered look on Will’s face, his grin only widened.
“Didn’t you say earlier that you don’t need anyone?” Hannibal asked with a teasing smile, crossing his arms.
Will slowly sat up, his eyes still half-closed.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he climbed into Hannibal’s lap.
"I only need you," he whispered into his ear and began rocking himself on Hannibal. He began to kiss his neck. The psychiatrist instantly noticed the wet spot on Will's underwear.
Firmly, he placed his hands on Will's shoulders and prevented him in his deed. The omega began to whimper and struggled against Hannibal’s strong hands. He tried to free himself but it was no good, Hannibal had the upper hand.
Fingers curled around his chin and tilted his head up, forcing him to look into Hannibal’s eyes.
"Before I give you what you want, Will, I need you to take off your underwear and kneel before me."
The profiler held his gaze for a long moment before slowly shaking his head.
“No.”
Again, he tried to move himself on Hannibal, only to be stopped by an even tighter grip.
“Omega.”
Hannibal let his Alpha voice slip through. Despite the command in it, the sound was almost gentle.
Will immediately lowered his head with a soft whimper.
“No.”
This time, his voice sounded far quieter.
Hannibal’s hands slipped from his shoulders to his cheeks.
“Will,” he said, his voice suddenly serious.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Please do what I say.”
For a long moment, Will hesitated.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, he finally nodded and did as Hannibal asked.
He reached for his underwear and slipped it off, letting it drop to the floor.
Hannibal’s gaze was immediately drawn to the center of Will’s body.
His little dick was already hard, and precum dripped from his wet pussy, onto his leg.
Hannibal's own cock twitched at the delicious sight before him, and he licked his lips.
“Now, please get on your knees, William.”
He pointed to the floor, and Will obeyed.
Slowly, Hannibal rose from his seat and walked over to his kneeling omega. His hand drifted through Will’s dark curls.
“Very good, Will,” he murmured. “You’re doing wonderfully.”
Hannibal’s hands moved to his belt and began to open it.
“Wonderful words and thoughts always seem to come from your mouth,” he said softly. “Though a certain amount of rudeness and defiance always seems to accompany them.”
His fingers found the zipper and slowly drew it down.
“Now I’m curious to find out exactly how your mouth affects me.”
He pulled out his member.
Will’s eyes widened at the sight of it.
It was huge with thick veins on it.
Hand’s slipped into Will’s hair, and gently drawed him closer. The omega opened his mouth and his lips wrapped himself around the huge cock.
Then he began to suck on it.
The Alpha tilted his head back and ran a loving hand through Will’s hair.
"Such a good omega," he sighed.
Will began to deepthroat him, as the most beautiful sounds escaped him while doing so. Hannibal moaned, and closed his eyes in bliss.
After some time he chose to guide Will’s mouth away.
The omega’s eyes were glassy with tears, his cheeks flushed a deep red.
“You did so well, Will.”
Hannibal brushed his thumb across Will’s lips.
“What a wonderful mouth you have.”
He knelt before him and claimed his mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. The familiar taste made him hum softly against Will’s lips. Gradually, he lowered himself over him until Will lay completely beneath him, surrounded by his warmth and presence.
His attention shifted onto Will’s neck, where he began to suck bruises on it and with one hand, he held the omega’s hand firmly above his head.
Will’s eyes fluttered shut, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips. He began to rub himself on Hannibal again. Once more his Alpha was forced to stopp him.
“Patience, my love; you will be pleased soon enough.”
“Need you.”
Hannibal’s kisses wandered to his chest and his already hard nipples. He took one of them in his mouth and started to suck on it.
“Mmh.”
Will tried to wiggle himself free but was instantly held in place by the Alpha.
“N… need more”, he moaned.
His plea went completely ignored as Hannibal took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked even harder on it.
Not long after that, Hannibal seized Will’s legs over his shoulder and was greeted with the sight of Will’s wet and dripping cunt.
The scent coming from it had become unbearably overwhelming, and the Alpha inhaled as much as he could.
Will was a shivering mess. Sweat formed everywhere on his body, and as he felt a warm tongue penetrating him, he moaned out loud.
“Ahh”
For the next few minutes, all that was heard was Will’s desperate pleas and whimpers for more and Hannibal’s wet smacking noises in Will’s cunt.
Eventually, Hannibal's tongue left the delicious meal that was given to him.
He positioned his dick in front of Will’s shaking ass.
“You were very patient, Will. Now I will give what you need.”
“YES, ALPHA!” Will screamed while nodding. More tears formed in his eyes.
Slowly, Hannibal entered the wet treasure that awaited him, and he began to move himself.
As expected, Will began to whine louder as he went deeper and deeper into him.
“More, Hannibal, please more!”
Hannibal chuckled and increased his pace just a little, deliberately withholding the speed Will so clearly craved.
How he loved teasing his little Omega.
Will had always possessed a sharp tongue and a fiercely independent spirit. Seeing him like this now, so vulnerable and pliant beneath him, brought Hannibal more satisfaction than he had felt in a very long time.
Yet, as time passed, Hannibal found himself wanting more. The hunger within him only deepened, until he finally decided to give Will exactly what he wanted.
So he started ramming himself into his Omega.
“God Alpha, yes!” Will cried out in absolute euphoria.
He was so pleased that Hannibal was finally doing what he yearned for.
As Hannibal approached his release, the thought briefly crossed his mind to bite Will’s neck and bind him to himself forever. The temptation was strong.
Yet he dismissed it.
Using Will’s heat to force such a bond upon him would only breed resentment, and Hannibal knew Will would never forgive him for it. That was a risk he was unwilling to take.
No, there was still far too much he wished to accomplish. Too many plans yet to unfold. He had invested too much in Will Graham to allow impatience to ruin everything now.
When the bond finally happened, it would be because Will chose it.
And Hannibal intended to make certain that day would come.
With that thought, Hannibal came with a loud groan.
The Omega screamed his own release only a few seconds later.
Hannibal settled against his omega, gently running his fingers through Will’s hair. His hand drifted over his flushed cheek, brushing away a few damp strands and wiping the sweat from his skin as they both slowly caught their breath.
“You are mine, Will Graham,” he murmured softly. “Every fiber of your soul, every thought, every part of you. You are all I need.”
Will leaned into his touch, his eyes half-lidded.
“Yes, Alpha,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”