As he drove from Baltimore to Wolf Trap, Will tried to comprehend what the hell had happened to his life. At what point had the ever neurotic and undesirable Will Graham become the forbidden fruit that drove others to seek out and claim him?
Frustrated and sore with too little understanding as to why, Will tried again to calm his fraying nerves as he turned onto the long winding road that led deep through the wood to his lonely little house out on the fields. His pack would be waiting for him when he got there, dying to get out and play before the evening cold became too much for Will to bear and he was forced to take them in.
It should have been a soothing sight for Will as he pulled up, but an unfamiliar car in his driveway did nothing to calm his nerves. Finding its driver missing from inside and not waiting on his porch, Will wasted no time as he hurried into the house, cursing at himself. He never bothered to lock his doors. Living so far out in the country and owning nothing of value besides some decent fishing gear didn't really make him a desirable target for a break in. Having seven dogs was another good deterrent, though his pack was trained for more companionship than guard duty. An intruder was more likely to receive wagging tails and begs for food than a deserved mauling.
Taking the steps two at a time, Will threw open the door, one of his greatest fears coming to light at the silence of the empty house that greeted him. "No, no, no." he chanted. racing around the small home in search of his pack, calling out to the missing members of his family as he threw open doors and searching odd hiding places.
"Oh God no, please no…." Will sighed, begging any greater power that was listening in. The dogs had gotten out…..again. It would happen from time to time. Unable to resist an unlocked door, the idiot who owned the strange car out front probably hadn't expected seven dogs to bum rush them when they opened the door. With Will's luck, they had all probably found the biggest, wettest mud hole to play in. The absence of the car's owner told Will that his uninvited guest was more than likely trying to chase down playful dogs, The canines were probably basking in their freedom and ignoring nervously made commands from desperate strangers trying to put them back in the house before someone noticed that they were missing.
The pack never went far, and there was a lot of land between Will and his neighbors or any road so that was a relief. He was too sore for this shit though, the thought of dealing with a stranger, and then tromping through the woods and fields trying to find his pack was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. The odds of them being even some semblance of clean were slim to none. Seven filthy dogs who lived for mud in need of a bath were the last thing Will needed. He briefly considered taking his own bath first to let the heat soak out some of the ache in his bottom.
"Anything but this…" Will grumbled, knowing that wasn't going to happen. He would be responsible, deal with his unwanted guest whoever they were, send them packing, and find his pack.
Stiffening when he heard a bark, Will slowly lifted his head to listen again for the sound, searching out its direction and hoping with every fiber of his being that the pack was near, and above all, reasonably clean. It came again soon enough, another sharp bark from one of his dogs. Will slowly made his way to the kitchen, looking out there windows to find a sight there that squeezed his heart like a vice, and filled his chest with the thrumming of a thousand fluttering bugs.
Out playing with his dogs was Nigel, the man running through the high grass of scrub fields and wrestling with his boys as they tackled him to the ground. He was laughing and smiling as he played with the pack, yelling insults and encouragement in the same breath. Nigel moved so easily among the dogs, to chase them and call them back with games of tag and fetch. His clothing was stained with paw prints and dirt, his hair was a wind torn mess, and if he were foolish, Will could have fallen in love with him as he watched them all play.
Trying to resist the temptation of it…he wasn't some hormonal teenager for god's sake…. Will couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips, couldn't have stopped it if he tried. Wanted to join them as badly as he wanted to watch Nigel and dogs play forever, Will was already walking out the back door to steal the affection of his pack from their new playmate. Clicking his tongue to get everyone's attention, his dogs came running up to greet their beloved master, begging for attention with wagging tails and loving whines.
"Hey guys, miss me?" Will smiled, crouched down to better scratch behind ears and rub presented bellies, giving each member a loving hello. Hearing the soft sound of earth underfoot, Will glanced over from his furry family to the man approaching his house to lean up against it, lighting a cigarette. As if he knew Will was looking over at him, Nigel looked up to regard Will with a wicked smile and a puff of silvery blue smoke.
"Evening, gorgeous." were the two words that set Will's cheeks on fire, the man's voice sin personified.
"Nigel, what are you doing here?" Will found himself asking more pleased than he should have been, had any real right to be. Boundaries had been crossed, and yet, he still couldn't find it in himself to feel mad about it. He should have been furious, downright murderous when it came to the safety of his pack, about finding basically a stranger in his yard. One who had gone into his house without his permission, but as he looked at the grass stained jeans and Nigel's messy hair, the best he could do was try and keep the smile off his face, the one that threatened to keep pushing through to the surface. Will wasn't used to smiling. He usually wasn't given a whole lot of reason to.
"I wanted to see you again. Thought I'd surprise you with dinner since I didn't have your number. I got your address from Hannibal." Nigel said, which in way was true. Nigel left out that he had gotten it from his twin's records which were in a locked drawer behind a very locked door. Will arching a brow back at him told Nigel that the profiler wasn't buying it.
Taking another long drag from his cigarette, the bad man from Bucharest shrugged as he crouched down to pet Winston who had wandered back over to him for head scratches. "I was waiting in my car when I heard barking and scratches at the door. I was bored so I figured I'd let the kids out. You really should lock your doors." he explained, offered up a vague hand gesture in way of 'sorry but not sorry' apology for his intrusion. "I didn't think when you asked me if I liked dogs you meant a fucking pack of them."
"I didn't think you meant it when you said you liked dogs." Will countered, decided that the story was good enough since no real harm had been done.
Rolling Winston onto his back to attack the canine with a belly rub that had his leg going, Nigel gave Will that wolfish grin he was starting to recognize as being all Nigel. "Darling, I love them."
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" Will offered, dusting himself off as he got up. He should be sending Nigel away, not inviting him in, but Will couldn't bring himself to voice the dismissive words. "I've got some Jack Daniels. It's not Pappy Van Winkle, but it's good. Better than some…."
"If it was good enough for Ol' Blue Eyes, it sure as hell good enough for me." Nigel grinned at Will's stunned expression, his maroon eyes dancing with mischief.
"You like Frank Sinatra?" Will chuckled. He hadn't been expecting that. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what to expect from Nigel.
"Mobsters, booze, gambling…what's not to like, Angel Eyes?" Nigel smirked, finishing his cigarette to snub out the cherry on his heel to pocket the butt, much to Will's surprise. "A better question would be- Would you like to come out and play?"
The counter offer won, Will taking off to be chased by his pack out into the darkened fields of his Virginia home, Nigel hot on his heels. Though he gave a good chase, Will was caught in the end, picked up to be thrown over a broad shoulder by the older man. He would have been carried off if Will hadn't managed to stop laughing.
Will shouting to his pack for assistance, Nigel soon found his getaway with his prize ruined by seven dogs, three of which that were quite large, knocking him to the ground to maul him with their tongues and nip at his feet. It was distraction enough to let Will get away, the man taking off back toward the house, only calling the dogs away when he had a decent enough head start.
You're still trying to run? I know where you live, and this time, I'm not going to let you get away." Nigel called out as he got up off the ground. Turning with a wide grin on his face, Will's eyes narrowed with wicked intent. Clicking his tongue twice sent the dogs running toward Nigel, forcing the man to turn on his heel and run from the dogs. He disappeared behind the house with a holler and some cursing in a foreign language.
"Is that the sound of surrender?" Will grinned, walking at a leisurely pace around the side of his house. The dogs wouldn't hurt Nigel, and hell, they needed the exercise anyway.
Perhaps feeling a touch too smug for his own good, Will yelped in surprise when as he was tackled and scooped up again in one smooth motion, neatly thrown back over Nigel's shoulder as the man tore around the house. Even with his burden, Nigel bounded up the wooden steps and into Will's little house through the back kitchen door, slamming it shut before the pack could come to Will's rescue.
"You are now my prisoner," Nigel announced with a note of breathless glee as he, lowered Will onto the counter to sit. Will wasn't smiling back though, the man looking over at Nigel with an indiscernible expression.
"You look a little pink. Is everything alright? Nothing is amiss, is it?" Nigel asked, leaning in to steal a kiss. He paused when he saw apprehension twist Will's features, the man moving away instead of into him. "What's wrong, my darling?"
"Why do you have a gun?" Will said, his eyes going to where he had felt it tucked into Nigel's belt at the small of his back.
"You are too smart to be asking me stupid questions, or believe the lies I could tell you. Why do you think?" Nigel smiled, the expression far from sweet now as he brushed stray curls out of Will's face. It wasn't the cool anger that Hannibal's still face could retain, and etch crags into his face like glaciers. Nigel's version of it was more like heat coming off of tarmac, the shifting of heated air the only warning you got before your shoe's sole was melted off of your foot.
'What do you do for a living in Bucharest?" Will made himself not flinch from Nigel's touch, suddenly very aware that his pack was outside, and his own firearm was locked safely away in his car at the moment. There were other weapons in the house, but none within immediate reach.
"Tell you what, why don't we play a game? You tell me what I do, things about myself, and I'll answer you 'yes' or 'no'. That way you only ask the questions you want answers to." Nigel chuckled, the noise of it rough, dark, and doing terrible things to Will's libido. He hoped the bad man's smoking habit had ruined his sense of smell. If it was anything like Hannibal's, Will was screwed…..in more ways than just one.
"Are you a killer?" Will said point blank. His directness make Nigel erupt with laughter, the man leaning in to rest his head on Will's shoulder as his own shook from the force of his mirth.
"Ever the total package, my darling. Brains, the ass of an angel, and guts. Tell me you know how to shoot a gun, and I'll marry you." Nigel said, drawing back before Will could realize that he was only half joking. He could smell Hannibal on Will, scents of his brother's cologne, semen, and blood. Ignoring it for now, he smiled at Will, keeping the anger off of his face. Will's dislike of eye contact was a boon in this instance. Nigel wasn't sure if he could keep it all out of his eyes. He was a brutal man pretending not to be, a monster hiding in plain sight.
"You didn't answer my question." Will pointed out as he considered Nigel's shirt. Hannibal would have never worn such a shirt. It was a casual button down with little dachshunds printed all over its lightly colored surface. It was really kind of hideous, ridiculous enough to make Will bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
"Do you really want me to?" Nigel gave Will a crooked smile, pressing a light trail of kisses to tickle Will's jaw line.
"No." Will chuckled, the sound of it stolen and tired around the edges. He was tired of life not giving him nice things, deciding that maybe it was time to just start taking them for himself. There was no doubt in Will's mind that Nigel was a killer, but he wasn't the kind Will hunted or had to think like. He could live with that for now.
"If it helps, most of them deserved it." Nigel mused, kisses turning to warning nips when Will snickered, muffling it poorly. "What has you tickled pink?"
'Your shirt is…." Will couldn't think of a good enough word that was colorful enough to explain it.
"Classic, understated, fun…" Nigel threw out some suggestions, grinning down at his own apparel. Hannibal hadn't liked it either.
"Vile." Will concluded with a nod.
"Says the guy wearing plaid." Nigel snorted in open distain back, flicking a button of the man's counter argument. Will's shirt was missing quite a few. Hannibal had not been gentle. This close, Nigel would see patterns of teeth placed over the bruising he had left behind on Will. Their presence bothered him. His marks had been made with the idea of pleasure in mind, but Hannibal's had been made with an intent. It didn't seem to sit well with him.
"And the ones who didn't…" Will sighed, losing his humor. Nigel retained a hold on his own, looking at Will with sparkling eyes and wolf's grin.
"No one is innocent in my line of work." Nigel promised, because it was mostly true. There were exceptions of course, but very few. Charlie Countryman had arguably been one of the few, but in that case, some people were just too stupid to keep themselves breathing. "Does that bother you?"
"It should…" Will trailed off, unsure of himself anymore. He wondered how many 'most wanted' lists Nigel was on.
"Is it because I look like my brother?" Nigel asked, brushing his nose against Will's own, blue eyes flitting up to meet his from time to time. He like the dance and play of dark lashes on pale cheeks as they fluttered and fell.
"Perhaps…at the beginning. I don't think of you like that though, not after we talked, and not now. You're you, and Hannibal is Hannibal." Will said and it was true. They may look made from the same metal, but Hannibal and Nigel was forged very differently from one another. "Hannibal is a hard person to love. He has high walls."
"Preaching to the choir, sweetheart. I was there when they went up. I know who built them and why." Nigel said, pressing his tongue to the back of his teeth in thought. He wondered how much Will really knew about them, about their beginnings and the creation of who and what they were. Considering that it was Hannibal doling out the information, the answer was probably somewhere between 'jack' and 'shit'.
"Could you love me?" Nigel asked because he could be blunt too, looking straight into Will's eyes as he did.
"I think you would be bad for me, and I think I would be bad for you." Will borrowed Alana's words, though his tone was vastly different from that failed moment between them. It wasn't sad or full of regret. It sounded more like Will was trying to convince himself out of a terrible idea.
"You didn't answer the question." Nigel teased, titling his head to place a soft kiss to Will's lips. It was light and chaste and the kind of sweet Nigel never was.
"I have an empathy disorder and work for law enforcement, and you're a violent psychopath who is probably wanted in several countries. Something is bound to go awry." Will pointed out dryly, and yet it still managed to sound like some sort of perverse come on and not the flat out dismissal it needed to be. Nigel's lips upon his own kept him well in place.
"You say the sweetest things." Nigel laughed against Will's mouth. "I'll have you know all the charges have been dropped and nothing has ever stuck."
Not surprised to hear that, Will sighed, not wanting to delve into the key issue at hand, the one he had been avoiding. It was going to ruin everything budding between them. "I saw Hannibal today." he frowned, closing his eyes to not see Nigel's reaction, whatever that may be.
"Oh yeah?" Nigel didn't sound surprised or move away from Will. Instead he leaned in to rub his cheek against Will's stubbly own. "And did he fuck you?"
Will grimaced, turning away or at least tried to. Nigel's arms kept him there, too close. "Course he did," Nigel scoffed, reaching up to run a finger over the tender mark left behind by Hannibal's teeth over his own. "I can see his designs all over you."
"He…" Will fumbled for words, feeling his cheeks flush and skin heating with humiliation as he tried to explain to one brother the demands of the other twin. "…punished me for sleeping with you. He told me not to do it again." He couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation with another human being even as the words left his lips.
"So?" was the response that made Will look up to the man before him, unsure stormy blue meeting longing sanguine.
"Last I checked, you made your own decisions, darling, Hanni doesn't own you." For all his skills with empathy, Will couldn't quite place the peculiar fire he watched burn for him within those eyes. "For that matter, neither do I..."
"…though I'd like to." Sliding a dirt smeared hand up Will's thigh to cup the rounded curve of his ass, Nigel tugged Will closer to him, standing in between the man's legs. The only real thing keeping them apart was their clothing "I've never wanted anyone so fucking much in all my life as I want you. If you'll have me, I swear to you I'll never know the flesh of another again."
"You can't say that." Will laughed, more choking at the offer than finding it humorous. It was everything he had ever wanted to hear. It was too good to be true of course. This was real life, not a love song. "No one says those sort of things and means them, especially not to me."
"Why not? Do you think you're too broken?" Nigel asked, running his hands up and down Will's sides and back, memorizing the lines of the body against him.
"Life doesn't give me nice things…" Will's voice finally broke. This, whatever it was, was simply too good to be true. "And if the shoe fits…."
"I'm not going to apologize for my behavior." Nigel sighed as he touched their foreheads together. "The fucking love…the fucking love turns me somewhat insane if I'm being completely honest with you. Can I tell you that?"
"You can. It only confirms my earlier evaluation of you." Will said, feeling somewhat sad about it. Really what did he expect though? Anyone reasonably sane would be running from him, not to him.
"As a violent psychopath? Perhaps, but I would never hurt you." Nigel promised the best he could.
"Liar." Will shot back. "You already have, and you already will. You're going back to Bucharest. I'll be a fond memory of a 'fine fuck', if that."
"Oh darling, you should have realized by now that there is no force on this fucking earth strong enough to take me away from you, not unless you send me, and even then you're fucked. I'll always find you, no matter where you go." Nigel said, running his lips across Will's cheeks so that the man could feel the warm silk of them.
"Sounds ominous. Should I be worried?" Will murmured, too involved with the movements of Nigel's body to care how he sounded or even what he was saying.
"No. All I ask is that you join me in insanity. Can you be in love with me too?" Nigel stole kisses from Will's skin in between words.
Wrapping his arms around his yet another bad choice in life's shoulders, Will pulled himself close, pressing his body flush against Nigel's, merging lines. Strong arms snuck around Will's back to scoop him up by his ass, making Will wrap his lithe legs around solid hips as he was carried to the small bed in his living room.
When Nigel kissed him though, it was all soft lips and gentle caresses, so unlike Hannibal. Large familiar hands ghosted over his abused flesh in the barest of touches as Nigel slowly stripped Will of his cotton and khakis. His own tentative hand reached in time before Nigel could remove his underwear though, a look of shame souring Will's soft features as he turned away.
"I haven't had a chance to clean up yet." Will tried to explain. He didn't want to ruin the moment between them, but finding the remains of Hannibal's claim upon him would do just that. Will had been allowed to clean up to an extent in Hannibal's office bathroom, but Will hadn't wanted to finger himself to clean out the excess. The semen had worked out on its own the long drive home to cement cotton briefs sticky to his skin and undercarriage. It made Will feel base and more than a touch spoiled.
Taking the hand that tried to fend him off, Nigel kissed each of Will's fingers, making his lips travel to his wrist where he gently sucked at a bone point, leaving a too pink kiss there. "I don't fucking care." Nigel said, and he didn't let it show in his face and eyes that he did. In his opinion, Hannibal was a heavy handed fool. Force and rigid control might make Will obedient up to a point at Hannibal's side, but honeyed words and a soft touch would make him stay with Nigel all on his own.
Hooking his fingers into Will's briefs again Nigel slid them down long legs to be thrown on the floor with the rest. He took a moment to appreciate the impression of teeth over his own markings, and the impression of fingertips left along his hips.
Taking his shirt by the hem, Nigel pulled off the dachshund print button down to throw it over shoulder to join the rest on the floor, his filthy jeans soon to follow. It left them on equal terms, both men naked now and watching each other.
"I want you, darling, and I don't fucking care if your filthy or clean. I need you like I need air, food, and water." Nigel said as he covered Will's body with his own. Toned arms and legs wrapped around him in welcome, keeping Nigel where he was to be met with a tender kiss from Will as their hips began to gently rock together. The light friction between skin and the rough texture of pubic curls dragged quiet moans from both as Nigel stroked Will's sorely tender flesh with light touches, fingers dancing along his ribs and sides to leave goose bumps in their wake.
"Nigel…" Will moaned the man's name, threading his fingers through hair that felt more coarse than his brother's. Obviously Nigel had less love for personal products than Hannibal did.
Quitting that kind of thinking while he was ahead because Hannibal had no place here, Will easing his legs further apart to slide them up naked sides. He was presenting himself, wanting the man above him to slip his hardened flesh inside.
"…I want this." Will gasped, finally finishing his thought on the matter. He felt rough fingers slide along his thighs in answer, lifting his legs a fraction higher to hook around Nigel's waist. He was gifted with a smile, the expression held soft and sweet on Nigel's sharply featured face, the likes of which Will had never seen on Hannibal's.
"I as well, my darling." Nigel leaned in to map out the line of Will's jaw in a string of kisses, finding his way to parted lips. Their silk was capturing and claimed to have a tongue slipped past. Will was tasted and his moaning swallowed as a finger found its way into his entrance, still loose and slick with oil.
Whimpered as his sex was intruded, Will could feel too much, the digit slipping inside him easily. It was quickly followed by another, his opening still prepped from Hannibal, still slick inside thanks to the other twin. It let this brother work him open once more with ease.
"You feel so good to me darling, are so very good for me." Nigel praised, removing his fingers to replace their fanned out expanse with his own girth. Spitting in his hand, Nigel slicked his cock up. Easing himself inside with a slow smooth thrust, Nigel buried himself to the root in Will.
Back curving sharply, Will lost himself to the feeling of sudden fullness. He clung to the body above him as it stilled, letting sore muscles adjust to the new intrusion in their midst. A bad man was stroking fingers through his curls, and gifted him with feather light kisses, trying to distract Will from the slight pain of it. Solid hips were rocked in a slow deep fuck to draw moan after moan out of Will. It was all too nice from a man who Will knew didn't normally offer up such things.
"Nigel…"Will whimpered, searching out his lover's mouth to ground himself with. He shifted his hips to try and meet each gentle motion with his own.
"Nigel, I want this." Will could hear himself plead, burying his face into one strong shoulder. He hid his face there in the crook, his breath hitching against Nigel's skin as the man took his cock in hand to work Will in time to his hip's pacing.
"You can have this, my darling." One arm hooked around the empath's back, the other looping behind his shoulders, holding the profiler tight against him as they moved, "I'm not going anywhere,"
Despite what his brother might think, Nigel had no intention of leaving, at least not without Will. He would kidnap the man if he had to. Nigel could feel every gasp and shudder passing through Will's being as he filled him with a slow building pleasure. One gentle fuck after another brought Will closer and closer to his peak until at last, he was shaking, crying out Nigel's name in a broken moan as he spilled his seed between them.
Bodies slick with sweat and cum, Nigel continued his leisure thrusts, building up to his own end, his strong arms crushing Will against him. Climax was reached with a grumbling groan as Nigel emptied his essence within, flooding Will's core with his heat. They stayed that way for several moments, just holding one another as their breathing settled and their hearts slowed their wild beating. Nigel didn't move until he felt the Will's legs slide from his waist, letting him pull his limp sex from Will's heat and roll to his side.
"Are you feeling hungry?" Nigel asked with a grin. Will arched a tired brow, glancing over at Nigel in answer.
"I'm not getting up to make you a sandwich." Will snorted, almost tempted to hit the man in his smug face with his pillow.
Nigel laughed, deep and hardy, a stark contrast to Hannibal's controlled chuckle. "No darling, I brought us dinner. Let me get it from the car. We can have a lazy picnic on your bed, and when we are done, we can go to sleep or fuck again."
A slow smile pulled Will's lips and he could only give a slight nod as he watched Nigel get up to walk out the door naked as the day he'd been born. He didn't get very far, the waiting pack barreling through the door to over enthusiastically greet him. Will winced as Nigel's bare back hit hardwood, the man toppled over.
"I guess you have been rescued." Nigel grinned, shooing wet noses off of sensitive places.
"Guess I have." Will laughed, throwing his pillow at Nigel's head.
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