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Hannibal moves their chairs closer before every session. Soon it is going to be impossible for Will to ignore. He is certain Will’s noticed already. He doesn’t say anything though, and Hannibal will continue until he’s sitting in Will’s lap if he’s allowed.
His week revolves around Will, the horrible cruel God who is unlikely to grant forgiveness for all of Hannibal’s sins no matter how sincerely he repents. But Hannibal will build his salvation out of his own filth if he has to.
Will’s session starts in twenty minutes and Hannibal gives another push to the chairs. If he stretches his legs, he will be able to touch the tips of Will’s boots with his shoes. He wants to. He wonders if Will is going to choke him for it. He wants that, too.
Will is always on time and never misses an appointment. Before, he could be late, he could not show up at all. But instead of making Hannibal angry or annoyed, it made him hungry, his stomach was clenching with it no matter what dishes he prepared for himself. It took Hannibal a while to recognize the reason for it, he is fully aware now. He needs to possess Will, he needs to be possessed in turn. He requires to be in Will’s presence every second of every hour forever to gorge on him. He loves him.
What a foreign concept, he muses. He thought himself incapable of love for a long time. Anyone who’s seen behind the veil will share the sentiment. Hannibal is coarse and brutal despite the intricate art he surrounds himself with, his heart is black and rotten, his teeth are sharp but there’s something soft and delicate fluttering in his stomach. He imagines it has the texture of Will’s curls.
A knock at the door. A more powerful knock at his ribs. It’s time.
“Hello, Will,” he says and barely keeps his voice even. He saw Will two days ago, he missed him madly.
“Hello, Doctor Lecter,” comes a confident response. Will is confident now, the way he should be, the way that will make the world fall at his feet. Hannibal will be the first to kneel.
“Could I interest you in a drink? There is whiskey you might like.”
“Trying to lower my inhibitions?” Will’s tone is teasing, Hannibal hates being teased, he hopes Will never stops, he hopes he ruins him.
“And what if I was?” He goes for teasing as well but doesn’t know if he succeeds. He’s always been exact, always achieved to portray the emotion that was appropriate, Will robbed him of this ability. It’s torture and it excites Hannibal to no end.
Will smirks, the terrible creature, his plums lips lift at the corner, taunting Hannibal. He sits in his chair, not commenting on its proximity to Hannibal’s.
“I would love some whiskey, please, but only if you’re having a drink, too. We agreed to be honest.”
Hannibal doesn’t think Will is going to appreciate his full honesty, it’s too intense to stand. He busies himself with pouring their drinks. What are they going to say to each other today? Where is it going to leave them at the end of the session? He gives Will his glass and their fingers brush.
“Thank you, Hannibal.” It’s gentle. It’s wicked. Hearing his name after such long deprivation stops him from dropping his own glass only because he’s practiced control over his body his whole life. Nothing and no one tested it so. Hannibal nods his head and takes a seat.
“Where shall we begin today, Will?”
Will is talking, Hannibal is talking, too, but he has a very vague idea what’s being said. Will’s frame is broad, his shoulders squared and thighs parted. It’s not an invitation and Hannibal despises it. He crosses his legs and places his tightly clasped hands on his knees not to show any signs of his spiraling. Will’s mouth shapes the word murder, his fingers brush a curl away from his forehead. The unruly thing springs back. Hannibal is ready to pounce.
It’s abominable, it’s gross. The primordial need to be closer to the fire to feel warm. The ancient need not to die of cold and starvation. Hannibal knows this need all too well. Will is going to become his funeral pyre if Hannibal is not careful enough. He must remind himself to be careful enough.
Minutes tick by, his pulse quickens every time Will moves and Hannibal gets a whiff of his scent. He treasures these small presents and revisits them when he’s alone in his bed, hard and leaking. How he wishes he could crawl closer to Will and drown in it.
Their time comes to an end, Will stands up from the chair, does a full body stretch with his hands above his head. He’s so close that Hannibal sees the individual hairs on his lower abdomen when Will’s shirt rucks up a fraction. This is hell.
“Thank you, Doctor Lecter. See you.”
“Goodbye, Will,” Hannibal answers from his chair.
Will turns around at the door for a last glance over his shoulder before he leaves. Hannibal is going to treasure this, too.
++
Something is up, Hannibal can feel it. People’s behavior is clear enough for him to see that Will and Jack are plotting against him behind his back. But this is not what’s up, this is basically unimportant. There is something else.
At some point Will starts coming to their sessions smelling of semen. There is a hint of salt, sweat and musk underneath his fresh cologne. No one but Hannibal would be able to sense it, no one has this peculiarity and is attuned so much to Will. And Will knows this.
Will doesn’t smell like anybody else, no flowery or otherwise perfumes to presume he’s intimate with others. It seems that he masturbates before arriving at Hannibal’s office and doesn’t bother to take a shower. Hannibal would still be able to smell it but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is why.
He can just ask and see what happens. Will might blush prettily and say he doesn’t know what Hannibal is talking about. Will also might laugh at him and bat his long dark lashes the next second, making Hannibal short-circuit. Will might stop and never come back again. He can’t risk it. He will just inhale deeper and keep his legs crossed. Just the usual. His teeth ache.
++
They are in a filthy barn, the floor is bloody and a person just climbed out of a dead horse. This is the place where Hannibal has a religious experience. Will is ethereal, otherworldly, unearthly. He is strumming with violence and hunger, and Hannibal is so in love he does something stupid. He is driven by pure desire and worship, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he’s a breath away from Will’s vicious beautiful face. His hand rests on Will’s ear, his fingertips touch his silky curls. He almost kisses him.
Will’s eyes are ice-cold and paralyzing, Hannibal doesn’t dare breach the scant distance between them but he must do something, the need is unbearable.
He tells Will that with all his influence, all the whispering through the chrysalis, what hatches is beyond him. Hannibal doesn’t tell him that what’s hatching is larger-than-life and clawed, poisonous and evil. Hannibal is in awe.
He drives Will back home and the leather of the steering wheel bears the brunt of Hannibal’s need because Will’s thigh can’t.
When he lies in his bed at night, he remembers the way Will held the gun and fingers himself until his wrist cramps, until he’s breathless, biting his lips until they’re sore. He comes all over his stomach without touching his cock, swipes his other hand through the mess and licks it clean, imagining it’s Will’s come he is ingesting. He is desperate for the taste of him. He wishes he could consume him bones and all.
++
Will’s blood swirls in water as Hannibal cleans his hands. They are warm and full of promise. The body of Randal Tier is cold and lifeless. Will won.
He bandages Will’s broken skin with utmost care and fondness. He knows that if he kisses it, it won’t heal faster but maybe if he used his tongue? Hannibal looks at Will and sees him looking back, vulnerable and open. He might permit the unconventional methods right now, might push his hand rougher into his lips, might split them. Will closes his eyes and looks away and Hannibal feels the loss viscerally. He lets go off Will’s hand. Not yet.
Will drives away into the night to transform Tier’s body into something more than he was before.
Hannibal looks at the bowl of water and Will’s blood, lowers his head to it and plunges his tongue into the cocktail. He moans and grabs the edge of the table to steady himself. He wants to bathe in it, to rub it into his skin and proclaim to the lesser predators that he is Will’s. He goes to the shower and does exactly that.
++
When Will comes to his house with meat, he implies it’s Freddie Lounds. Hannibal can smell her on Will, he feels proud. They cook together and exchange smiles and small touches while passing utensils and ingredients to each other. It’s a wonderful evening.
As they eat, Will becomes more agitated. Arousal, anxiety and ginger mix in the air, Will’s fists tighten on his fork and he shifts in his chair at the dining room table. Finally, Will lets out a long sigh. Interesting.
“I need to tell you something. I don’t believe you can but will you try not to overreact?” is what comes out of Will’s mouth.
Hannibal places his knife and fork next to his plate, leans back in his chair and waits for Will to continue.
“This is not Freddie Lounds.”
“Oh.” Hannibal frowns, looking at Will, who is avoiding his eyes, then the meat, then Will again.
“This is Randal Tier so you can still make your cannibalistic puns,” Will adds. Fascinating. “Are you overreacting yet?” Now Will meets his gaze.
Hannibal shakes his head. He isn’t.
“She’s alive and with Jack.” Oh, but of course, Uncle Jack. “And she’s alive and with him, please note that neither of us has a weapon right now, because there is, there was a plan…” Will stutters and Hannibal smiles, full and earnest, he always has a weapon on him, it’s sharp.
“I know about the plan, dear Will, not in so many details though.” Hannibal decides to start speaking because Will looks unable to, at the moment. His stormy eyes widen, pink lips part, fear and arousal dominate the air in equal measure. The hairs on Hannibal’s nape stand on end.
“How long have you known?” Will whispers.
“How long has it been in action?” counters Hannibal. It doesn’t really matter if he is being honest with himself.
“It doesn’t matter,” intones Will. “The plan was a fucking mistake from the very beginning. I was angry, I was hurt. I wanted to hurt you back.”
“I’ve been hurting, Will, I assure you. I’m not certain what are the weapons that you chose consciously, but all of them are very effective.”
“That’s because I chose them all, Hannibal,” Will says. Does he know this in the deadliest one? “The coats, the shirts, the hair products. All the time together with intimate lighting and hushed voices.”
“The masturbating and not showering?”
“Yes,” Will hisses out like it pains him to do so. “Especially that. The first time it happened, it was accidental, I was just in a rush. When I saw how still you were during the whole session, I decided to keep going. Jerking off and imagining how your pupils blow when you sniff me out gave me the most blinding orgasm of my life. Every time. Even on days I didn’t see you.”
Hannibal’s jaw spasms. Will is breathing hard but he is unabashed, he stopped twitching. He sits, unmoving, waiting for Hannibal to respond. Hannibal has no words to express how he feels. He goes with the only one that encompasses it all.
“Will.”
“I know you want me, it telegraphs on your face every time you look at me. And I know I’m right about this.”
“And what is this?” Hannibal can’t believe it yet.
“You want to run away with me and destroy the world,” Will begins. “You want me to belong to you and you want to belong to me. I swear sometimes I look into your eyes and see inside your brain, read your thoughts. You want to fuck me until I scream and love me until I cry with it.” A pause. “And I want it, too.”
For a few moments they sit, brewing in the heavy admission. Both their chairs scrape the floor as they stand up at the same time. Hannibal half-expects Will to run away from what he said, as he always did, but Will rounds the table and steps towards Hannibal when he steps towards Will, they meet in the middle.
“I need to hear it from you,” Will says quietly. They are so close they almost touch. “You let me in just a little bit, what if I misinterpreted it?”
“You didn’t. You just don’t see the chasm of my devotion to you yet. I will show you, if only you allow me, Will.”
“Please.” It’s so soft it’s only a breath.
“I will take you away from all the ties that bind you, restricting your greatness. I will give you the world to act as your playground. The sun will shine and die down if you wish it, I’ll make sure of it. You owned me the moment you laid eyes on me, Will. Command me.” Hannibal has never been so truthful, his heart races.
Will runs his fingers from Hannibal’s wrist to his elbow, encircles them around his bicep and squeezes once, traces them lightly over Hannibal’s collarbone and down to his chest, puts his palm over Hannibal’s heart. He must feel it trying to escape to him.
“You said your pulse doesn’t pick up when you kill. It’s so fast now,” Will muses.
“I don’t want to kill you, Will.” He isn’t lying.
“What do you want then?”
“To fuck you until you scream and love you until you cry with it.”
Will drops his head on Hannibal’s shoulder with a groan.
“You are horrible,” he declares. Will licks a broad stripe from the collar of Hannibal’s shirt to the hinge of his jaw, bites it. “You are insane.” He bites his earlobe. “Why does it feel like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” he says hotly in Hannibal’s ear, noses along the curve of it.
Hannibal racks his brain for something to answer to this.
“I’m drawn to you no matter how hard I fight it,” continues Will into the skin of Hannibal’s cheek. “I don’t think I can fight it anymore. And neither can you.” Will rubs their noses together.
The entirety of Will’s exploration is so gentle. He must proceed with caution not to lose it. Hannibal puts one hand on Will’s hip, the other reaches behind his back and nudges him closer, into an embrace.
“Are you hugging me?” Will sounds incredulous but he smiles, his eyes dart around Hannibal’s face.
“I am.” He observes Will’s reaction. “I want to do so much to you, I’m not sure where to start now that you are here, in my arms. I don’t want to push you away.”
“You won’t push me away, Hannibal. We’re long past that.”
Hannibal takes a deep breath to stabilize himself, it doesn’t really help. He wants to do this right, Will means so much to him.
“Tell me to stop and I will. I’ll stop at any moment.”
“I don’t want you to stop, Hannibal. I know it’s not some mild fluffy feelings that you have for me. You have this…” Will takes a second to find the right word.
“Unbearable hunger,” Hannibal finishes for him, Will chuckles.
“Yes, this seems fitting. And you’re greedy, your first instinct is to rip and claw but I trust you. Trust me that I want to grab and crush you back.”
Hannibal slides his hand from Will’s back into his hair, wraps a curl around his finger and pulls, Will closes his eyes and hums. They move closer to each other and their lips brush, Hannibal tightens his grip. It’s Will who opens his mouth and licks from Hannibal’s chin to his lower lip, nips it, sucks it in. Hannibal breath stutters as he closes his lips around Will’s top one. It’s unrushed only for a moment before Hannibal pushes into Will’s mouth with his tongue, swirling it, sucking the younger man’s tongue into his own mouth. Will moans and Hannibal sucks harder, fisting his hand in Will’s hair tightly to get him closer, he grabs his ass and grinds their pelvises together. Will is right, he is greedy, he want to devour him. Will tugs at Hannibal’s shirt, Hannibal needs more.
He detaches from Will’s mouth and the man looks at him, disoriented. His lips are red-kissed, his cheeks are flushed. He is perfect. Hannibal unfastens Will’s belt and begins unzipping his pants frantically.
“Here?” Will asks.
“Here. Let me?” Hannibal says as he turns Will around, places his palms on the table and drops to his knees behind Will. He bunches his pants around his shins and tucks his fingers into Will’s underwear when he speaks again.
“Let you what, precisely?” despite his heated speech earlier, he sounds unsure now, turns to look at Hannibal. He stills his hands.
“I want to eat you out.”
“Ah.” Is all Will manages, his jaw is hanging open. It’s a good look on him, very alluring.
“I will stop, Will, if you tell me.” But he craves it so much he feels saliva pulling in his mouth.
“I…” Will speaks but halts again. “Um, okay.” He nods his head.
“Okay?” Hannibal asks to make sure. Will nods more enthusiastically this time.
“Okay.”
Hannibal resumes undressing Will. He unties his boots and takes them off, slides his pants the rest of the way and places them on the chair. Then he returns to Will’s underwear and removes it. He looks at Will’s strong muscular legs, his plump ass and groans. He’s been waiting for it for so long.
Hannibal noses up Will’s thigh, it tenses under the attention. Delectable. He touches his tongue to the skin under Will’s right ass cheek, licks the globe and bites in the middle, the juiciest part. Will gives a loud surprised moan. Hannibal swipes his tongue on the bite, soothing it, then takes the skin between his teeth and sucks a deep red bruise.
“Oh my god,” comes Will’s strained reply.
He palms both asscheeks and gives them a firm squeeze, parts them with his thumbs and marvels at the sight. Above him Will breathes raggedly. Hannibal can’t wait any longer. He spreads Will more and places an open-mouthed kiss to his hole, traces the ring of muscle with his tongue, pushes inside with just the tip. Will slaps the table, the sound is loud in the quiet room. Hannibal opens his mouth wider, kisses bolder, his tongue laps a broader stripe.
“Hannibal.” Will’s voice breaks.
He hums, takes a harder hold of Will’s ass, and sucks the rim gently.
“Hannibal!” Will gets louder, Hannibal gets more ravenous.
His nails bite Will’s skin, he’s sloppy as he licks his hole, spit drips down his chin. He shoves his face closer, pushes his tongue inside, thrusts it deeper with each move. Will’s arms give out and he drops on his elbows.
“Fuck, fuck, yeah, like this,” he murmurs into the table.
Hannibal is throbbing in his pants, his underwear is soaked through, but it can wait, he needs to make Will come first. He takes one hand off Will’s cheek and rubs his perineum. Will’s hand shoots to Hannibal’s hair and tugs viciously. Hannibal moans.
“God, Hannibal! I’m gonna c…Ah!” And Will’s coming, his hole clenches on Hannibal’s tongue. He continues thrusting until Will bats him away. Will turns and looks at Hannibal with wild eyes.
“This, this was…” he stutters, “Come here.”
He gets up from the floor and Will doesn’t give him time to do anything before he grabs his neck and kisses him. Will clings to Hannibal as he kisses his cheekbone, his brow, his neck, returns to his lips again. He didn’t expect so much affection, he basks in it.
“Fuck me.” Will says, breathless.
Hannibal picks Will up, swings him over the shoulder and carries him to the bedroom. Will slaps him on the ass playfully and Hannibal slaps him back, hard, it rings in the air.
“Yes,” the man whines, Hannibal spanks him again, harder still. “Yes, yes,” he hears Will chant, Hannibal can’t get to the bed fast enough.
He places Will on soft sheets and goes to unbutton his shirt but Will stops him.
“I can do this, take off your clothes.”
They stare at each other as they undress. In his haste Hannibal rips a button, Will laughs. Hannibal loves him.
“I will run away with you,” says Will. “Not because of the sex, I would have run away with you in any case. There is nothing here for me.”
“Will.”
“I feel good with you, I finally feel like myself after so many years of feeling my skin crawl with the nightmares of others’.”
Hannibal’s eyes prickle with tears.
“What about Jack? You friends?” he asks.
“I don’t care about Jack, I’m tired of his constant bullshit. I don’t have friends. I’ll miss my dogs but I want to be with you.”
“You don’t have to leave your dogs, Will. We have time, I’ll arrange everything to take them with us.”
“What? Are you serious?” Hannibal looks at Will’s disbelieving expressions and understands that he would take all the dogs of Baltimore with them if Will wished it.
“Yes,” he answers. Will opens his mouth to say something else but he beats him to it. “Leave it to me, please. I promise we can take them.”
“Thank you.” Will smiles. “Come on, come here.” He inches higher up the bed, leans on the pillows and spreads his legs.
Hannibal moves on top of him, kissing his way up Will’s torso, chest and neck. When he’s level with his face, Hannibal pulls the bedside drawer open and takes lube and a condom, which Will snatches from his hand, puts it back in the drawer and slams it shut.
“You saw my papers, you know I’m clean,” he responds to Hannibal’s raised brows. “Knowing you, I assume you’re clean, too.”
“I am,” Hannibal confirms.
“Okay then.” With that, Will takes the lube and pours it on Hannibal’s fingers. His other hand settles in Hannibal’s hair and Will drags him into a kiss. Hannibal lowers himself and feels Will’s hardening cock slide along his own, the friction is heavenly.
The younger man hugs his hips with his thighs and Hannibal circles his lube-covered fingers around Will’s hole, dipping his index finger inside the tight heat. Will tenses.
“I’ll make it so good for you,” Hannibal murmurs into Will’s mouth. “Let me in, Will. You did so well with my tongue inside you.”
Will whimpers and relaxes a bit.
“Yes, Will, just like that.” He pushes his finger deeper, sucks under Will’s jaw, scrapes his teeth along his throat. Will throws his head back, his hole gives in more. “You open so beautifully,” a deeper thrust, “You are so hot inside.”
Will grunts, Hannibal adds his middle finger and shoves further. Will tightens his thighs and bears down.
“Getting impatient, Will? How greedy will you become for my cock?” Hannibal whispers in his ear and Will shivers. “Will you beg for it? Beg me to take you?” He crooks his fingers and brushes against Will’s prostate.
“Again, do it again,” Will moans and Hannibal complies. He strokes his prostate again and again, scissors his fingers, feels Will become pliant and adds a third finger.
“Oh my god, now, fuck me now.” Will rakes his nails down Hannibal’s back.
He gives a few more thrusts resulting in Will moaning in higher pitch until Will bites his shoulder and pleads into his skin:
“Please, please, Hannibal, now.”
He removes his fingers and sits on his haunches to lube up his cock, Will follows the motion.
“Wow, how is it…? How will…?” Will doesn’t finish either of his questions but Hannibal understands. He smirks at Will and the man blushes.
“Hands and knees, I suppose. It will be easier,” he instructs and helps Will turn around. “On second thought…” Hannibal presses on Will’s lower back and guides him to rest on his forearms, ass high in the air. “Mhmm.”
He takes Will’s hip with one hand, holds the base of his cock with the other and glides the slippery tip up Will’s ass crack, down to his hole, lower still between his legs and behind his balls, up again.
“You are terrible,” Will’s voice is muffled in the pillow. Hannibal smiles. He keeps rubbing the head of his dick on Will’s rim, barely dipping inside, retreats and slaps it on Will’s ass cheek. “Horrible,” the voice is clear, Will lifted his head and is glaring at Hannibal angrily.
“You don’t know half of it yet, dear Will.” Hannibal raises his hand and gives Will’s ass a sound strike.
Will jerks and falls onto the pillows again with a groan, Hannibal chooses this moment to press inside. The velvet heat around his cockhead feels glorious, he releases a quiet moan and buries more of himself in it.
“Alright?” he asks. Will nods mutely.
Hannibal pulls back and thrusts inside again, he goes slowly, observing Will closely for any signs of discomfort. His eyes are shut but he is relaxed beneath him, taking his cock deeper. With every new inch, Will’s face becomes dreamier, he curves his back more and pushes into Hannibal.
“Good, Will, very good,” he breathes when he bottoms out, grinding against Will’s prostate in small circles.
“Oh,” Hannibal grinds firmer, Will clenches his fists in the sheets. Hannibal pulls half of his cock out and slides back in, his hips collide with Will’s ass with a lewd sound. “Oh!” Will unfurls his fingers. Hannibal pulls almost all the way back and slams into Will harder this time. “Oh fuck!” Will grabs the headboard.
Hannibal picks up pace, his shoves are even and deep, he hits Will’s prostate on every move, holds Will’s hip tighter. The man moans and writhes under him. Hannibal puts his hand on the nape on Will’s neck to keep him in place and pushes his face into the pillows.
“Yes!” Will screams, Hannibal forces more of his weight on him. “Yes, Hannibal, Hannibal.”
“Is this what you see in my eyes every time I look at you, Will?” His thrusts are merciless, his grip on Will’s neck is unyielding. Will keens low in his throat but says nothing.
Hannibal grabs his hair instead and jolts his head up. “Answer me, Will. Is this what you see?”
“This, yeah,” his voice is shot, but he keeps whining. “Hard-harder.”
Hannibal lets go of his curls, snakes his arm around Will’s chest and hauls him close. He fucks harder and faster, pressing Will’s back to his chest, his other hand slips from his hip to Will’s dick and starts jerking him in time with his thrusts. Will’s head lolls to Hannibal’s shoulder, his hand finds its place in Hannibal’s hair, they both groan.
Hannibal is getting close and with the way Will is clamping down on him, he’s getting close as well. They are sweaty and slick, the room is filled with their harsh breathing, Will smells, sounds and feels divine.
“You feel amazing. Fuck, Hannibal,” Will slurs, his muscles go taut and in a couple of seconds he comes, his hole is contracting around Hannibal’s cock. Hannibal needs just one more thing. He brings the hand covered in Will’s come to his lips and sucks on the fingers. He pushes into Will one last time and lets go with a drawn-out moan.
They fall on their sides. Will turns around and nuzzles into Hannibal’s chest. Hannibal gathers him close and tangles their legs together.
“I think you ruined me,” Will says into his peck, he sounds hoarse but content.
“I think you ruined me, too,” he responds quietly.
Tomorrow they’ll start planning, Hannibal is too tired and happy for this now. He must tell Will about Abigail, they must choose a destination, but it can wait. Now, they are falling asleep together, just like Hannibal always wanted.