In the morning I contemplated telling Will about his friend Alana. After all, withholding information from him had not exactly gone very well as of late. I should have learned my lesson.
But apparently I hadn't.
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Jakov showed up, miraculously on time, and I spoke with him regarding my plans to help Gragon escape. Will was still fast asleep in bed, so I spoke freely regarding my future plans to reunite with my old friend; to revive the rebellion, ideally. A secondary plan would be to break Gragon out of the prison and to just leave; to cash in all of my earnings and leave the city, somehow smuggling Gragon and Will with me across the city barrier. The rebellion could wait; the escape plans, however, could not.
"I've got enough money for two of us." Jakov confessed to me in confidence. "Problem is, no one's gonna let Gragon across the barrier. He's been micro-chipped and flagged to never cross the border. How the hell are you even going to get him out of the prison? I thought you haven't even been able to talk to him for a decade. You said you don't have access to him."
"I don't… But don't you worry. I've had a plan brewing for some time. But we only get one attempt. If we fuck it up we won't be getting another one."
"Understood…. You sure you wanna fly solo on this one? I might be in a wheelchair but I'm not useless, you know."
"Oh, I am fully aware. And I'm not 'flying solo' as you put it. In fact, you are vital to this plan. Tell me, how are you at hacking into CCTV networks?"
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Once the beginning segment of the plan was settled, I prepared to leave for work. I kissed my sleeping Omega on the head before taking my leave, and a small smile spread across his face; he must have been having a good dream.
Jakov was rooting around in my nearly-barren cupboards when I left, and the sight reminded me that I had yet to get my groceries. But it would have to wait until after work.
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In an effort to stall any action regarding Will's imprisoned friend Alana, I submitted a report to my superiors that prescribed an extremely low-dose antipsychotic regimen, and labeled her status as 'Potential Asset: In Treatment.' That would keep her right where she was for a while; giving me plenty of time to decide what to do about the inconvenient position her presence put me in.
A decent amount of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I thought through my course of action for that afternoon.
I'd already eaten my plain, dry fish sandwich provided by the bunker's cafeteria, and it sat like a weighty brick inside my stomach as I quickly snuck inside the cafeteria kitchen.
I walked to the locker room behind the kitchen, and I shucked off my clothes as nonchalantly as I could and donned a roomy pair of unisex scrubs that the orderlies and kitchen workers wore. I knew that the surveillance cameras were picking up not only my every move, but the infra red sensors would pick up my body temperature, and an invisible laser could even measure my heart rate; I just had to remember to keep myself calm as to not draw attention or set off any alarms.
It would only take the right pair of eyes on a monitor and they would know: Doctor Hannibal Lecter had gone rogue.
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I didn't make eye contact with any of the kitchen workers as I shuffled a little clumsily in the ill-fitting scrubs and sequestered a filled cafeteria cart. The all-too familiar smell of the fish-corn gruel made me gag, but I pressed on.
And it was just my luck that the cart I grabbed had a bum wheel. The cart nearly tipped over a few times, and left scuff marks on the floor as I struggled to get it down the hall, knowing for a fact that it was too late to switch it out for another one.
I walked briskly, but not too briskly. I kept my head down and tried not to appear too eager to get my job done; after all, looking like an efficient employee would be most suspicious of all.
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Thirty meal deliveries later, I finally found myself at the steel barricade entry to the maximum security ward.
The guard behind the barricade peeked through the viewing slit and gave me a good once-over. I didn't make eye contact. I tried my best to look like a begrudging employee, forced to work against my will.
It worked.
The metal door swung open and I shuffled through the door with my bum cart, faking a nasty cough to keep the guard from coming too close, as he would surely recognize me.
There were only three cells in the maximum security ward; and it looked as though two of them were empty.
I took a small piece of paper from inside the waistband of my scrubs and secretly squished it inside the bowl of gruel. A tiny corner of the paper was visible, but only from a close up view. I found myself praying to the universe that Gragon would find it.
I opened the sliding door in the steel prison cell barricade and shoved the small bowl of gruel inside. I resisted the temptation to peek inside the small opening. After all these years I was finally within a mere meter of my best friend. I wondered what he looked like now, after all this time in isolation. But I couldn't look; spending any more time with my delivery would get me caught, surely, and I couldn't risk it.
I left quicker than I arrived, hoping my plan had worked. The entire plan hinged on Gragon finding the note. It read:
"G: In two days, you'll get three pills. Take them ten minutes before the guard makes his evening rounds. See you on the other side. – H."
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Will and Jakov were busy with some computer programming lessons when I returned home. I put in about thirteen hours of work that day, and amazingly I'd gone over forty new prisoner files and re-examined twenty others that were already patients of mine. My head hurt from all the reading in the poor bunker lighting, but I felt it already starting to improve the moment I got home.
"Hey, Hannibal. We were just finishing up for the night. Will's really got a knack for this stuff."
I felt proud that Will already managed to impress Jakov, a man who was most certainly not easily impressed.
"I'm glad to hear it. How are you feeling, Will?"
"I'm good… Jakov said you're out of food." He said with a slight bit of amusement, but at the same time I could sense some concern in his voice.
"Yes, I am planning on going to the grocery tonight to pick up my food box. Would you like to join me? It might be good for you to get outside. You've been cooped up in this apartment for almost a week. I have some different clothes that might fit you a bit better."
Will shook his head vigorously.
"No, no… I'm good. I'll, wait for you here. Jakov doesn't have to stay, I'm fine."
Jakov and I both raised our eyebrows upon hearing Will's insistence on staying. He seemed scared.
Having little options, I conceded to letting Will stay home alone for the hour I would be gone.
Jakov followed me out of the apartment.
Once the door was closed, he whispered,
"What the fuck was that about? Most Omegas would have jumped at the chance to be paraded around by their Alpha."
"Well, for starters, Will is not my Omega. And God only knows what horrible things other Alphas did to him before I found him… You should have seen him, Jakov…"
A look of realization came over my friend's face.
"Ohh… God… why didn't I realize it? He was pregnant, wasn't he? I knew I smelled something off about him… You… Do you suppose he's hiding? From his Alpha?"
"He's certainly hiding from someone or something, yes. Otherwise that boy is far too independent to stick around to be cared for. He's been alone for years I doubt it's easy for him to accept help. But with my help comes protection; and that is one thing he will take right now."
Jakov pivoted his wheelchair around to go to his own apartment, and he said over his shoulder,
"Well whatever's got that kid so scared has got to be bad; we'd better watch our backs."
And as much as I wanted to think that I could handle anything this city threw at me, I knew he was right. Whoever hurt Will was someone that I, as an Alpha trying to live under the radar and behave, did not want to cross paths with.
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The grocery was packed full of people that night. I stood in line for half an hour just to pick up my box and paper bag full of second rate bread, eggs, and canned goods. I spent another twenty minutes trying to find some decent clothes for Will. Clothes didn't come cheap, but I was able to find some lightly used outfits that looked good, and for a decent price, all things considered. I also picked up a bundle of fresh linens, which were mystifyingly double the cost of the clothes.
I took the safest route home: out in the open, where there were many BCA officers patrolling on foot and on bikes. It was where I was the least likely to get robbed or mugged.
As an Alpha I had a bit of an advantage; there were not many people with the guts to steal from someone like myself; a middle class citizen who walked with purpose and confidence; like I knew that no one was going to fuck with me; daring someone to fuck with me, in fact.
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I was just five blocks from home when my arms were tiring from the load I carried. I had my paper grocery bag sitting atop the cardboard box, and plastic bags hung on my wrists. It was getting increasingly difficult to walk as briskly as I needed to, and I almost toppled over when a big, strong force brushed my shoulder from the side: a six-foot-seven Alpha not paying enough attention to where he was walking. Or so I thought….
"Excuse me…" I said bitterly while I regained my balance, grateful that nothing fell to the street. I started to walk again, but I suddenly felt a hand this time; it was grabbing my arm.
I froze, making sure to remain calm as I heard a gruff voice growl into my ear.
"Don't think I don't smell 'im on you, mate." The overbearing Cockney accent threw me off my game a bit; it had been a long time since I heard one of those.
"What? Who?"
The Alpha didn't buy into my playing dumb.
"You tell that cock suckin' Omega we're comin' for 'im. 'e can't hide in the high-rises forevah. And you tell 'im he owes me two pups... Yeah, I foun' 'em… Worthless fucker let 'em die, 'e'll get the same treatmen' once I get what's mine."
I made brief eye contact with a BCA officer, who was coincidentally crossing the street towards me and the looming Alpha.
The Alpha must have spotted the officer as well, because the strong grip let go very suddenly.
I didn't even look back to see what the Alpha looked like. I just walked as quickly as I could home, taking several tricky routes to make sure I wasn't followed.
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"Will?" I called out the moment I opened the door to my apartment.
I was relieved when Will came padding over to see what my urgent tone was about.
"Yes?"
"Oh… nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were still here." I set the groceries down on the small kitchen counter and began to put them away.
"Did something happen?" He fished, almost as if he knew that I might be approached by someone; a very territorial and angry someone.
"Well, on my way home I… met someone. Someone who seemed to know you."
"Oh." Will went pale.
"What did they say?"
"I think you already know what he said; or at least you suspect it."
"Look, Hannibal… I don't want you to feel like I've used you… But…"
"But what?" I said with a slight bit of impatience, but mostly amusement. I knew this very conversation was inevitable, considering Will's current 'in-hiding' status.
"I've… felt safe here. With you. I don't want to go back. Please, don't make me go back… I'll do anything…"
Will's voice cut off in a trembling mess, and I observed the beginnings of another panic attack coming on.
"Will, please, calm yourself. I would never do anything to harm you. You are never going to back to that brute, I swear it. You may stay with me as long as you wish."
The Omega visibly calmed upon hearing my assurances, and he allowed me to pull him into a comforting embrace. He breathed in my scent once more, solidifying the foundation of the bond we had forming between us.
"Thank you… I… Wish there was something I could do in return. I'm not used to being treated kindly."
"I hope to change that. You deserve to be treated well."
"Can I… ask you something?"
"Yes Will; anything."
"Will you… be my Alpha? I… want you to claim me. Please."
My heart skipped a beat and took off into a gallop upon hearing him ask that. I wanted to accept. In fact I wanted to accept right away and claim him right then and there. But I knew it would be a foolish decision.
"Will… you have no idea how long I've wanted to have a mate; an Omega to call my own. But… this is a very big, nearly permanent decision. I want to be mated with someone who loves me, and wishes to be with me forever, because of that love. I understand that you want the claiming bite for protection. But I will protect you regardless, my sweet; as if you were my mate; at least until the danger has passed, or until you desire to leave."
"But… you're not really getting anything in return. My body is useless to you right now and… I won't be in heat again for another few months, at least."
"My reason for caring about you is not because of what you can do for me, Will. I won't lie, I do wish to cultivate a relationship with you; but that will take time."
"You…. Want to court me? Like… in the romance stories?"
"Yes, Will. But I am a patient man. I will wait until you are ready. And ready, you are not. Just please, let me protect you the way I know how. Let's not jump into things hastily. How does that sound to you?"
Will contemplated my words carefully, thinking on each one and no doubt trying to analyze my motives. Hell, I didn't even know where all this chivalry was coming from; I couldn't expect Will to understand it as well.
"I guess I'll sleep on it. Is that okay?"
"More than okay. It's a wonderful idea. Now, let's go to bed. I am very tired. It was a very long day at work."
Will pulled away from my embrace but surprisingly he grasped my hand as he guided me to the bedroom. A curious expression came over his face.
"What do you do at work again, exactly?"
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That night I dreamt of making love to Will. It was a strange dream; it was very unspecific; like my body wasn't really my body and Will was not really there… It was just a serious of feelings; emotions, expressions of those emotions, and passion; so much passion. I felt as though I was kissing someone, and that I was kissed back; I felt a warmth deep in my gut; pleasure building to orgasm. I felt excited, warm, hot, dizzy, and…
Loved.
Overwhelmed by all these emotions, I forced myself to wake up. My heart was racing in my chest and I suddenly realized that I was feeling something… something very wet, and warm, in my private area.
My eyes finally adjusted to the dimly lit bedroom and I saw a lump in the blankets, just below my waist: Will.
I flung back the top blanket, and my breath caught in my chest when I saw my little Omega, kneeling between my legs, his mouth sucking on one of my testicles.
"Ahhhh…" I gasped when he intentionally increased the suction on my sensitive organ.
"Will… please…" I managed to strangle out. It had been years since I'd been touched by another human being, even longer since I'd been orally stimulated.
The Omega paid no mind to my half-assed objection, and he continued on, this time he braved his way northwards, to my enormous, aching erection. I was not one to brag, but I knew for a fact that my cock was far above average size, even for an Alpha. It was entirely possible that Will had never seen a cock so big.
"Will, my sweet, you don't have to-"
My voice cut off when he took my girth into his mouth and used both of his little hands to stroke the rest, just barely able to wrap his hands around it fully. My head fell back and my breath fell ragged. Someone had obviously taught this boy how to suck cock…
I tried not to let my mind go down that rabbit trail, to thinking about all the things Will must have been forced to do in the past. But instead I set down my proverbial sainthood pin for later, and just let myself feel this, for once. It had been so, so long since I'd even had an orgasm, let alone had someone else take me there. And Will didn't appear to feel coerced. That was a possible projection on my part, seeing as I was the one getting my cock sucked, but the details could be dealt with later...
Will looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes, obviously seeking praise and affirmation for his efforts.
My hand automatically shot down towards his short hair. It was longer on the top, but my fingers could just barely grip it. He moaned in response when I massaged his scalp, encouraging his wonderful ministrations.
"Will… Feels so good."
His tongue dove this way and that, massaging my frenulum and cock head, and his hands never stopped their synchronized strokes; it was like he was just begging for me to come in his mouth.
"Ahh… I'm going to come if you keep doing that..." I hissed, my toes curling in on themselves when he did this magical thing with his tongue; something I couldn't even describe if I tried.
My warning only egged him on; his hands tightened their grip and he added a delicious twisting motion up the upstroke. The tip of Omega's tiny tongue slipped inside my urethra opening and it was then I lost it.
"Ahhh! Will!" I grunted ungracefully as the most amazing orgasm washed over me. My pleasure was further intensified by the boy's continuous suction while I came. He swallowed every drop I gave him, and his hand milked me for more as the spurts slowed.
"Oh fuck… Fuck, fuck fuck…" I cursed as little shockwaves rippled through me. My cock was oversensitive now, but I let Will do as he wished, enjoying the ride in the process.
I watched with hazy vision as Will finally pulled off. He swallowed the last portion of semen, never breaking eye contact with me as he did it.
"Will… I… that was incredible."
"Sure seemed like it." Will said with a little bit of amusement in his voice. A glance at his surprisingly naked form revealed that his tiny cock was erect as well.
"Let me… Reciprocate, please." I said while still a little breathless.
"You… want to touch me?" He sounded bewildered.
"Yes. Please lay back. Let me make you feel good."
"O-okay…" Will looked very surprised indeed, and it made me wonder if anyone had ever been considerate towards him, sexually or otherwise.
Once my Omega was laying back, propped up on his elbows, my mouth was already making its way towards his tiny erection. His cock was about three inches in length and slender. It fit inside my mouth easily, and I slathered it luxuriously with plenty of saliva and moved it around with my tongue lovingly and aggressively. Although the thought had not yet occurred to me, I was making love to his cock. I was making out with his erection the way I wanted to kiss him; passionately; as if it was the last thing I would ever get to do.
"Ah!" Will all but shouted, positively writhing from the start.
Male Omegas didn't usually develop testicles, but they still had a scrotum. While his cock was still in my mouth I let my tongue slip down to his sac, licking it sensually and loving the moans I was getting in return.
"Oh God… Oh God, Oh God…" Will breathed as a mantra, trying to stave off his orgasm, so soon. It appeared as though both of us were having an issue with stamina that morning…
"Please… Hannibal I'm so closssseeee…."
I smiled a little as I returned my efforts to sucking hard on his cock while my fingers came up to play with his obviously very sensitive scrotum. I kept away from his hole entirely, knowing that he ought to still be in a decent amount of pain, given that he'd only given birth a week ago.
"Oh fuck… Hann… Hann…" Will couldn't even finish his warning as I felt him tense every muscle in his body as he was throttled off the ledge to orgasm. His hips bucked wildly up and down, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth while he rode his obviously extremely intense orgasm.
A little dose of semen shot into my mouth, but most of it flung every which way, landing on his chest, on the bedspread, on the sheets, and even a little bit got on the wall behind Will's head.
I gave the softening member a little lick to finish up, and I delighted in the knee-jerk reaction Will responded with. He too, was over stimulated and extremely sensitive after orgasm.
"Th-thank you…" Will said, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"It was my pleasure, my sweet." I rested next to my sated Omega, enjoying the fresh waft of pheromones wafting from him. They were affectionate, in nature.
In a sudden surge of boldness, I licked at his scent gland, located at the base of his neck, just above where the neck joined the shoulder. Instantly my mouth was filled with a delicious, sweet taste like I'd just licked a raw honeycomb. I moaned a little, letting my hopefully future mate know that I loved his scent. An Omega found it fulfilling to know that his Alpha approved of his scent; it was a point of pride and bonding between mates, or mates-to-be.
"Hannibal…" Will pushed me way lightly, and I immediately obeyed his gesture.
"Yes Will?"
"I… I've never had anyone do that to me. What… what we just did."
"You mean… you've never had anyone pleasure you like that?"
Will shook his head in reply.
"Oh my… Will I had no idea… I-"
"I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you were my first. It felt… Well let's just say that it was the most pleasure I think I've ever had in my life. And I… would love to do it again sometime."
My heart soared at the idea of doing that again, and again, and again, with my sweet boy. If he wanted it, nothing was going to keep me from fulfilling that desire.
"Of course Will. I would enjoy that immensely."
Humming with satisfaction, Will closed his eyes again, falling back asleep. I looked at my watch, and realized that I had to get up for work already. I was reluctant to pry myself away from my sweet Omega's embrace, it felt so good to be close to him.
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As I prepared for work, my mind was filled with thoughts of Will's past. It was so disheartening to think that whatever he had gone through with his previous Alpha(s), they hadn't provided him with sexual pleasure, and instead, evidenced by his oral talents, made him service them selflessly, with no reciprocation. It made my stomach sick to think of my perfect, angelic Will going through that.
And it made me angry.
I just had to hope that however long it took for Will, myself, and the rest of my friends to escape the city, that in that time I would not cross paths with the perpetrators of those crimes against my Omega. I wouldn't trust myself for two seconds with those bastards. Because I knew that the next encounter would most certainly be a blood bath.
An image surged through my mind like an erotic fantasy: a dead Alpha, split open with a knife, chest cavity spread wide and its thumping, quivering heart between my teeth.
Yes, that seemed a very fitting picture.
I just had to make sure I kept that image a fantasy, and nowhere near reality. Because no matter how much I missed the delicious taste of blood and raw flesh and Alpha pheromones coating my tongue, I could never go back to that. Not when I had so much at stake.
Not when I had a future mate to lose.