A/N: Be warned, here be smut (kinda. Well, yeah.) This was totally inspired by a pic I found somewhere where Hannibal smells Will. I don't know if this is from an episode that hasn't aired yet or maybe I missed it or it could just be a random fan meme, but it was so awesome that I just couldn't resist writing this fic
Will turned and Hannibal allowed his face to express just a microexpression of his displeasure. The young professor always smelled so good, so fresh and clean…Hannibal felt himself lean closer despite his better judgment. He let himself breathe in the scent of the man before him. Ah, there it is…the scent of Will. Human flesh had never before been so tempting.
Will looked back with a quizzical look on his face. "Did you just smell me?" He sounded bemused.
And then the doctor, who had previously been careful and cunning up to this very point, did something he never had before. The meticulous and calculating man lost control. "You always smell so maddening, Will. I want to consume you."
His face gave nothing away, but Will heard his words ringing in his head. He took in the doctor's close proximity and the severe desire in Lecter's voice. And Will Graham did something he rarely did. He misread the situation.
Hannibal was just deciding how to incapacitate Will best—should he slam his friend's head on the table, choke him, stab him with a letter opener?—when lips pressed against his own and all current thoughts fled his mind.
The doctor's lips were still as Will probed him. One hand found his hair and tugged on the fine, short strands. Hannibal tried to assess the situation rationally and ignore the hand in his hair and the lips on his. He'd never had to handle this particular scenario before, although ideally the best time to attack was when the victim didn't expect it.
But then Hannibal did the second thing he never would have thought he'd do. His lips opened and he captured the man's lips with his. He could say he was just buying time, gaining Will's trust, but no, all he wanted was to taste the damaged and special agent. In any way. In every way. He was hard and hungry for Will Graham.
At the moment it seemed most prudent to satisfy at least some of his desires. He grabbed Will's shoulder's and pushed him to lean against the desk so his face was at a lower angle. Perfect for attack. Lecter framed Will's face as his lips and tongue diligently sought out the other man's. So tender. The perfect bit of flesh, really. Hannibal wondered if they tasted as good as they tasted.
Hannibal left Will's mouth to nuzzle his neck. It had a slight prickle, which Dr. Lecter found he liked.
"You know, it's probably because I shower a lot. I have to. The nightmares get me sweaty." Will seemed to be babbling.
"That's not the only thing that will make you sweat." Hannibal promised darkly.
"I have dreams about you, too, doctor. Ones that I find maddening. They're my favorite because as frustrating as they are, they're not so bad as the others." Will continued breathlessly, as if he hadn't heard Hannibal.
The doctor pulled back slightly. "Stop talking." His face was unreadable except for a faint hint of what might have been amusement. He pressed flush against Will.
Hannibal slowly unbuttoned Will's shirt. It was a good thing the man had worn a dress shirt today. Hannibal found the slow tease quite enticing, button after button revealing just a bit more of Will's flesh. Finally, the thin, white shirt was out of the way and Hannibal could enjoy an unobstructed view of Will's stomach.
He was surprised at how toned Will was, but then he found himself being continually surprised by Will today. He nuzzled his way down Will's neck. Pale lips kissed down Will's tanned stomach. All the while, Hannibal surveyed Will's chest with his fingers. He etched every contour of his midsection and found himself well pleased. He was firm—lean, for sure—but that could be fine if the person handling it was skilled.
Hannibal felt Will's stomach tremble and felt an answering tremor in his own. His mouth only moved further down until it reached the beginning of Will's jeans. Jeans and a dress shirt. That made Hannibal smile.
"You were right, you know." Will's voice seemed shaky.
"I usually am." Replied the doctor calmly, now on his knees.
"I do find you interesting." Will admitted with a catch to his voice.
Instead of responding, Lecter ran his tongue along the skin atop the waistband of the jeans. He looked up to see Will look unsure, but could tell from his eyes that he wouldn't stop this. Will wanted it too badly. The boy wore longing on his face better than any Hannibal had ever seen.
Hannibal's hands slid down Will's chest to the button on his jeans. His long, deft fingers made quick work of Will's pants and he was bared before Hannibal before he could even gasp.
"No underwear, Mr. Graham?" Hannibal gave a mock tsk as he grasped Will's length. Will swallowed and his head rolled back. "I'd prefer you to look at me, Will. It's the least you can do." The doctor said in his smooth, quick voice.
Compelled by the accent and the feel of large hands covering him, Will looked. His face was still stoic with only a hint of dark amusement, even now. Will found himself powerless to look away.
Lecter regarded Will for a moment before proceeding. He hadn't done this before, but he'd felt it. He knew licking the tip, just there, would feel good. He was pleased to hear that, from his strangled grunt, Will agreed with him.
Hannibal took the tip of Will into his mouth and his eyes rolled just a little with pleasure. He'd never tasted a man in this way before, but he found he liked it. Not only the flavor of Will, but the texture and smell as well. He allowed Will to sink further into his mouth so he could consume just a little bit more.
Will watched Hannibal and almost came right from the look of pure satisfaction that crossed the doctor's face. Will groaned as he disappeared further into Hannibal's mouth. His hand moved to the back of the doctor's neck, desperate to hold him there as the other hand kept him propped upright on the desk.
Hannibal knew then that he'd like the way Will tasted. He'd have to savor every inch of him. He pushed himself forward so far that the head of Will's cock hit the back of his throat. Lecter was so surprised he swallowed and moaned around him. It almost satisfied his hunger. He needed more.
Will was breathing harshly. "Deeper." He demanded as his hand tightened and he started to push forward.
Lecter looked up at him with incalculable eyes. He was enjoying himself so much that the command only served to charm him. He pushed his head forward into Will's thrusts, going deeper each time. He remembered to suck and play his tongue on the shaft as he tasted.
Finally, Will shouted and pressed deep into Hannibal's mouth. He didn't let Lecter go as he released into Hannibal's warm, wet throat. He held on tight until he felt the doctor's throat constrict around him. He let go, panting.
Hannibal got up and dabbed at the corner of his mouth delicately. He would have preferred to take more time in swallowing Will, almost as one would test a fine wine, but what he did taste, he liked. He stood. "It's getting late, Mr. Graham. I believe I have a patient coming in."
Will struggled with the button on his pants. His hair was a mess and he looked disheveled. He wondered how the doctor could look so composed. "Don't you—" he nodded to the noticeable bulge in Hannibal's pants.
Hannibal closed the space between them. Their bodies were almost completely pressed together and their noses nearly touched. "That small taste has satisfied me." He said quietly. His hands skillfully dealt with the button on Will's jeans. "For now." He zipped up Will's fly.
A/N: Please feel free to tell me if it sucked. Good way or bad. *Winkwink*