WARNING: CANNIBALISM AND SEXUAL THOUGHTS!
Chapter 8-Common Denominator
Will looked at the white board that was covered with ads and posts from other students in the University normally regarding rooms left open for rent still, used textbooks on sale, math and statistics tutoring, bake sales, dances, parties, and counselling services. This was his third time that week stumbling upon the same notice, a light blue sheet that simply read in Times New Roman Font: Counselling Services, Needles Hall. We deal with time management skills, better study skills, better note taking skills, procrastination, student relationship conflicts, stress management, and sexual abuse and violence in domestic relationships. No need to book first time appointment, just drop in and register with the head nurse.
Will didn't think he really needed counselling, but given what Mason put him through, and the lingering after-effects that still were with him, he felt he needed to at least drop in for one visit and see where it went from that point on.
Will still felt he was not prepared to tell anyone about the two incidents, especially the one with Mason Verger. Mason Verger was a rich young man of high social standing. Will doubted anyone would believe him if he dared reveal what Mason had done to him, for one, and second of all, he wasn't ready to engage in court conflicts and having the possibility of involving his mother and the Vergers. So he decided to remain silent about it for the time being.
Will was lucky not to run into Mason at all over the first week of November and straight through into the second week, but he wondered how long it would truly last. Despite the fact that Mason wasn't physically near Will didn't mean he still wasn't in Will's fearful thoughts and nightmares.
Will glanced down at his cell phone and shuddered when he saw what time it was; it was nearly eight-thirty. Will decided to head back to his house and hopefully head into bed early after grabbing something to eat.
When he reached his shared house, he felt his mouth water when he opened the door and was greeted by the smell of freshly prepared Asian food. Due to the few cooking courses Philip had taken in high school for extra credit, followed my an entire summer of his Vietnamese grandmother coming for a visit, Philip had learned and mastered quite a number of Asian dishes, and seemed always more than eager to share and boast about his culinary skills in front of the other roommates.
On a normal day, Will would be annoyed with the bragging, but today, due to how tired he was (both mentally and physically), he found he was practically about to throw himself down onto the floor and kiss Philip's feet to thank him for preparing something to eat.
Charlie and Max sat at the medium sized kitchen table, Charlie reading a Playboy magazine with a bottle of beer in his hands, while Max sat and stared at the wall and stove resting against the wall as he waited for his meal.
Will set his bag and coat inside the main hallway closet, and headed inside the kitchen.
"Hey guys."
All three boys smiled and greeted him kindly. "Hey Will."
"Philip, thank you for cooking ahead of time, I'm starving." Will thanked as he pulled out a chair and sat next to Max comfortably.
Max was wearing a shirt that had a picture of Sigmund Freud, only he was portrayed in bright pink and the graffiti above him read: PINK FREUD. Will laughed internally at the joke geared towards the band that Jimmy Price often had listened to.
Max looked down at his shirt and then back up at Will and laughed. "Like it? Brian got it for me."
Will suddenly stopped smiling. While he was incredibly happy for Brian and Max for having established a romantic relationship finally, he found he too longed for one and wanted Hannibal back in his life in many ways.
Perhaps it was by means of association, or perhaps it was a case of merely not having what he wanted, and what he wanted rooted from the opposite of what he couldn't have: a stable relationship.
"That's great, Max, it looks good on you." Will muttered but still offered a warm smile.
"Yo! Charlie!" Philip called from over his shoulder at Charlie, who was sipping the last bits of his beer as he nodded at a page in the Playboy magazine appreciatively, eyebrows going up and down seductively.
"Earth to Charlie!" Max called, and waved his hand in his roommate's face.
"What, man!?" Charlie cried, setting the magazine down onto his lap in anger and frustration.
"Wanna help me set up the table? You look too cozy there." Philip hissed as he mixed the stir-fry and blew the steam out of his face impatiently.
Charlie huffed angrily. "Why do I always have to do it?!" He didn't argue further, but got up from his spot and walked over to a cupboard that was a few feet away and above from the stove and pulled out some reached down into a drawer after he set out the plates and gathered the utensils noisily.
"Hey, Will, I almost forgot, Hannibal came by the house today for you." Philip added, as if it had been no big deal at all.
Will sat up in his seat, his appetite suddenly dying immediately. "He did?"
Max, Charlie, and Philip all nodded at the same time in perfect sync. "Yep."
Will stood and quickly walked to the main hallway closet and pulled out his coat and grabbed his cell phone. He tapped the screen and brought it to life before he made his way up the stairs and ran up them quickly, heading for his room
"What about your food?! Will!" Philip called after him, his spatula nearly falling out of his hands in the process of the havoc and chaos in the kitchen.
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Will made sure he locked his bedroom door tightly, and he made sure to grab a small undershirt and stuff it under his doorway so none of his other roommates would hear his conversation with Hannibal.
Will had still kept Hannibal as a phone contact, and he was glad he hadn't rushed into deleting him like he had wanted to a few weeks back.
Will paused and made sure none of his roommates were on the second floor of the house before he sat down on his bed and hit Hannibal's number on his phone to auto-dial. It wasn't that Will didn't trust his roommates; he just had never told them what had happened between Hannibal and himself, and he didn't want to take so much time to update them and risk hurting them and causing concern about the place. He knew his roommates cared about him, but he didn't want to risk them falling behind on their studies just because of his relationship woes and drama.
He was in University, now, and he wanted to handle his problems all on his own. He also didn't want to run the risk that one of his roommates spilled the beans on him if and when Bedelia decided to drop in and surprise Will with a visit. He knew that Max was good friends with Bedelia now, and he didn't want Max's sense of heroism to get the better of him if the opportunity ever rose.
Better to remain silent than sorry, Will thought as he hit "dial". He waited patiently, and the phone rang only twice before Hannibal picked it up in a hurry.
"Will, please listen to me. I just wanted to say, that it is with my most deepest and humble apologies, that I-"
"Hannibal, why did you come by the house today?" Will interrupted, though he kept his voice calm and soft.
There was silence for a while before Hannibal let out a tired breath. "I had this strange distinct feeling that what I observed at the party that horrid night was not real...I'm not suggesting I fabricated it, I mean it wasn't in your nature to do that, Will..."
"Mason Verger is more than trouble, Hannibal, and I didn't willingly engage in any activity with him." Will explained rationally and truthfully. He felt himself feeling absolutely shattered still, despite getting a little bit of the situation and its weight off his shoulders.
"He is the common denominator, Will. I do see that." Hannibal reasoned as he sighed on the other end of the line.
Will paused before letting out a sigh of his own. "So what do you want me to do, then?" He asked as he sat back on his back and turned to lie down completely as he massaged his forehead. He felt his stomach ache, though not out of hunger; but out of fear for the unknown of what was yet to come. He hated uncertainty.
"What is there to be done? I sense a lack of trust." Hannibal said softly as he poured himself a glass of water.
Will felt even more thirsty and hungry as he listened to Hannibal drink softly and slowly, as if he was making love to the water as he gulped it down his throat slowly.
Will closed his eyes and practically pictured Hannibal's firm grip on the glass as his lips held onto the rim tightly, his tongue swishing about the cool water in no particular pattern already set in mind...
"Will?"
"Hmm?"
"You moaned, just now. Is everything alright?"
Will froze. He hadn't realized that he had actually moaned out loud...he blamed it all on the fact that he was probably the only male student on campus not getting sexual release, plus midterms and finals were close by. Will thought he was all just one big ball of a mess altogether.
"What were you thinking about just now, Will?" Hannibal inquired softly, his voice soothing and exciting Will at the same time.
"I was thinking about you." Will answered truthfully. He suddenly felt that his headache was gone.
"That's not all you were thinking of, Will. Let it all out. Engage me...awaken me..." Hannibal hissed seductively over the phone.
Will closed his eyes and shuddered, but then came to his senses and opened his eyes, glaring ahead at the open space in front of the bed near the door of his room.
"No! Apparently you think I have escapades planned with Mason!" He cried through the phone angrily. He can't believe he had nearly fallen for Hannibal's bullshit once again, though he had to admit it had started off very soothing and sexy.
Hannibal was silent and set his cup down.
"Will, I panicked and didn't have much time to think. It was a fight or flight situation. Forgive my ignorance."
"So you simply chose to flee? And that makes it all better?" Will asked, looking around in his room and smiling at a photo of his dogs that was near his study desk.
"No. It doesn't solve each and every problem we've been having as of late. But I would like to prove to you how much I meant my apology...I would like to do penance, Will. Please allow me." Hannibal's voice was barely above a whisper, and it lulled Will back into a peaceful state of rest and calm, and he closed his eyes once more and pictured Hannibal sitting in a dark lit room, except for one candle sitting at his feet before him.
He was sitting on an old chair, wearing a black and white custom tuxedo. His hair was gelled back perfectly, catching each and every strand tightly and neatly to reveal his dark eyes that called out to Will and touched every part of his body when his arms and hands couldn't.
"What are you wearing?" Will dumbly asked.
Hannibal chuckled. "You should know by now that I do not engage in the common practice of phone sex, Will."
"Ugh, just shut up and tell me what you're wearing!" Will cried, his voice still as soft as he could keep it. He was relieved to hear the clanking and tapping of forks and spoons upon plates from the main floor below him. He was glad his roommates were still eating and not planning on spying on him (not that they ever had done so in the past).
"I'm wearing a dark blue bathrobe, Will. If it is alright with you. I had a short shift and I had to stand by and observe a surgery. It was very fascinating, you know." Hannibal whispered gently, his voice finally flying through the speakers of the phone and caressing Will's ears warmly and passionately.
Will felt himself start to grow stiff in his boxers, though not from the fact that Hannibal had mentioned he had been observing a surgery; but rather the fact that he had showered and been naked, probably still wearing no boxers or underwear beneath the robe, Will guessed.
"Are you wearing underwear?" Will asked next, patiently waiting for the response he already estimated was coming.
"No."
He mentally cheered and unbuckled his belt slowly and quietly. He didn't really want Hannibal to hear him partly undress himself. That wasn't sexy until Hannibal himself was undressing Will, mostly with his teeth.
Will nearly groaned out loud at that very image. "No underwear? Jesus, you really like going commando, huh?" He joked partly.
Hannibal chuckled darkly. "Yes I do. What are you doing, Will?"
Will moaned this time, his hands finally unzipping the zipper of his jeans, letting the cool air of the room touch his heated lower body, as if awakening his entire body for the first time that week.
"I'm about to touch myself while I listen to your voice." He answered truthfully, feeling completely at ease despite the lingering few thoughts of what he had gone through in the last few weeks. But he pushed it aside and felt he needed this badly for the time being, and that he would deal with whatever needed to be dealt with later on its own time. For now he just wanted to be unhinged and out of control. He couldn't control his lust anymore and needed the release.
"I see. What are you thinking about while you are getting ready to stroke yourself, Will?" Will nearly burst at the seams when Hannibal asked the burning question.
Will bit his lip and suppressed answering Hannibal with another moan. He didn't want this to be all over too quickly. "I'm picturing your naked body right above mine in my room on my bed...shit..." He cried breathlessly as soon as his warm hand covered his aching cock.
"I'm picturing the same, Will." Hannibal confessed.
Will felt he had seen stars as he pictured himself and Hannibal in his bedroom, engaged in a passionate embrace, both of them completely nude and sweating from their heated embraces and touches. His hand gently and slowly moved up and down his length, not trying to seek out immediate release; but a slow build-up to release. He wanted to enjoy this to the last minute.
"I wonder what your skin would look like with my teeth marks embedded in it." Hannibal supplied when Will had gone silent.
Will groaned softly. He wasn't a fan of the biting, but Hannibal's teeth were absolutely to-die-for whenever he used them properly and not too roughly.
"Shit! Hannibal!" Will groaned as he practically felt those long teeth digging into his hot flesh for a moment, and then releasing it playfully and teasingly.
"I ache and burn for a taste, Will. Your scent is absolutely delectable. It's absolutely divine." Hannibal slid his own hand under his bathrobe after this statement, and moaned loudly when he met his own erect flesh.
"Hannibal? Are you-"
"Yes I am. I want to have you spread out before me, Will, like a freshly cooked lamb..."
Will felt a little strange being compared to food, but he decided that it was all a part of the foreplay and decided to go along with it. Truth be told, it was starting to turn him on a lot more than he ever cared to admit.
"You are?" He asked weakly, his cock getting even harder in his hands as he pumped it up and down slowly, trying to still his hips from their circular gyrating motion.
"Yes. I'd love to cover your body with the most rare and exotic seasonings and spices...and then lick them all off with my tongue, testing each and every spice on a different body part. How you would taste, Will. That salty, sweaty skin mixed with Machalepi..." Will stroked himself faster and a bit harder when he heard Hannibal's excellent, spot on pronunciation of the St. Lucie cherry spice used in Mediterranean and Greek cooking.
"What about my cock? What kinds of spices do you think you want to place upon it before you place that mouth of yours on it and lick it all off?" Will asked, trying to probe for more of a pictorial image, but also hoping to turn Hannibal on as much as he had turned him on.
"Oh Will, I believe I will place some Ajwain on your pert cock."
Will laughed gently but kept pumping his cock to Hannibal's image and words. "Explain, please."
"It is used in Indian and Pakistani dishes, and is usually dry roasted or fried in ghee or oil. It belongs to the Apiaceae family along with coriander and cumin." Hannibal spoke each word delicately, as if using his words to make love to Will.
"Cumin?" Will asked, stressing the "cum" in the word and laughing playfully.
"Indeed." Hannibal gasped, stroking himself quickly.
He felt his heart race. "Will..."
"Hannibal, what else do you want to do to me?" Will asked, sucking on one of his fingers for a while before releasing it from his mouth with a loud "pop!".
"I want to eat you, Will."
Will threw his head back and moaned, sliding his wet, saliva-slicked finger inside his puckering hole gently. He had never tried this before, but Hannibal was always somehow encouraging him to venture into new and dangerous areas. Not that he minded this, however, for it was bringing him the most amount of pleasure and he had barely begun.
Hannibal chuckled, for he knew that Will was thinking he had referred to "eating" as a sexual act rather than actual feasting upon a meal. Not that the two were mutually exclusive, in Hannibal's mind.
"Don't forget about your hand, Will. Keep stroking your cock for me." Hannibal sensed that Will had forgotten his hard aching desire, and instead focused on other needy areas of his body.
"Oh fuck!" Will cried, and then moved his other hand back onto his erect cock, feeling the tip already wet with precome.
"Hannibal!" He cried passionately.
"I bet the tip is already weeping and soaking wet for me, isn't it, Will?" Hannibal asked, moaning loudly as he spread his legs to better accommodate his hands upon his own throbbing erection.
Will groaned lustfully, no longer ashamed of his feelings as he snuck his hand down further along his body, enjoying the heat rising from his body. He bit his lip almost a little too hard, as he felt his own finger grazing a part of him, deep inside, that only seemed to maximize his pleasure. He felt goose bumps on his flesh, and his body hair stood erect as he continued the motion to try to gain more pleasure from it.
"I can see you spread out before me on a large, white table. I would so very much love to ponder many hours over what kind of stuffing I would use to place inside you before I prepare you for my evening meal..." Will frowned slightly. He didn't like being compared to a turkey dinner, practically, but he didn't want to stop any time soon.
He stretched himself carefully and gently, hoping to add in a second finger and experiment further. It hurt a little whenever he went a little too quickly, but his body soon got used to the pain, and he rode it out in a pleasurable manner. He wished he had brought some form of lube with him, but this was Will's first time ever experimenting in this way, and he got off a little on the lack of preparation. He found his puckered hole to greedily accept and suck his finger right in very gently and he continued.
"Why don't you use your tongue then? Push it forward deep inside me and taste me that way." Will offered darkly, wanting to close off the strange, bizarre fantasy that Hannibal had going and focus on a more carnal form of sexual fantasy.
"That is yet to come, Will." Hannibal agreed and Will finally felt able to slick a second finger deep inside his aching heated body.
"Fuuuuck!" He cried out before covering his mouth with his elbow as best he could. It was getting more and more difficult to contain the noises he was making, and the clanking of utensils in the kitchen had slowed down and quieted a bit. If there ever was a time to hurry, it was now.
"Keep those fingers placed deeply inside yourself, Will, and don't forget about your hard erection!" Hannibal's voice grew thick and heavy with commands, as he softly panted on the other end of the line.
Will felt a bit ashamed just then, because he was making noises louder than he intended, while Hannibal seemed to maintain his own self-control and didn't appear to be losing it any time soon. How was he still so refined even when it came to sexual relations?!
"I can practically taste you already, Will. Though I cannot consume you entirely now, for I only want more for myself countless times again...I have a weakness for your flesh!" Hannibal stroked himself faster, imagining walking into a large kitchen, with a naked Will resting on a counter-top in front of him.
Two heavy chandeliers hung above him from the ceiling, carefully outlining and revealing his small muscles, making Hannibal want to sink his teeth into them right away and memorize their form and density.
Hannibal bit his tongue accidentally, spilling a little bit of his own blood in his mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head at this, like a predatory great white shark about to leap up from the cold sea waters and chomp down on a defenseless, hunted seal, and he stroked himself even faster, his rhythm still controlled and very organized, however.
He pictured himself leaning over the offered Will, taking in the beauty of the various herbs and red and black berries surrounding him on the counter-top, and he plucked one and placed it upon Will's erect nipple. He admired the way it gleamed in the light, and he lowered his mouth to it, biting both the berry and Will's hard nipple in the process.
Will groaned out loud over the phone at the perfect moment, making Hannibal's fantasy seem all the more real.
"Yes, just like that, Will. I am with you, inside you..." Hannibal felt his teeth clamp onto the hard nipple, and he tugged the tip roughly, wanting to see Will's blood painted upon his lips.
"Hannibal! I-I'm!" Will panted heavily, signalling he was getting close to his own release.
"Harder, Will! You need to hit that pleasurable, erogenous zone when I tell you!" Hannibal gasped, though not audibly, as he pictured nuzzling his face into Will's stomach, kissing and licking the flesh there, reeling with dizziness when he felt the sinewy muscle and the bit of ribs Will had sticking out due to his recent weight loss.
Will curled his toes when he shoved his fingers deep inside himself practically to the hilt. Suddenly the noise and the sounds of his roommates below him on the main floor of the house were completely drowned out, and the only sound he could hear and wanted to hear was Hannibal's voice. It was as if the rest of the world had been shut off from them, and there were the only ones on the entire planet together, all alone.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Will repeated as he fucked himself deeper and faster, feeling the warm wetness seep from his straining cock and over-flowing onto his hand.
"Hannibal!" He cried, and Hannibal groaned back in response.
"Will!" Hannibal finally envisioned himself digging forward with his teeth into Will's exposed, warm flesh. He tore straight through the muscle, blood splattering everywhere. The crimson liquid covered Hannibal's face, neck, and chest. He flicked out his long tongue, and ran it down his chin slowly, making sure to soak up as much of the blood as possible.
He looked down at Will, who had his eyes wide open and his mouth closed, though his eyes bore no expression at all. He appeared almost life-less, and his body began to grow pale and weak as the blood poured all over the counter and flowed down onto the floor beneath them, entrapping them in a sea of smell of death that hung in the air menacingly.
Hannibal reached forward with a hand, and tugged out one of Will's ribs. He pulled it out from his chest, causing it to make a slick cracking noise in the process, and raised it up before the light. It was dripping slightly with blood, and Hannibal flicked out his tongue the way one would when catching falling snowflakes, and caught the blood in his mouth. He closed his eyes and savoured each and every single drop, his tongue cherishing the taste for minutes before he sucked on the long rib, his eyes peering down at Will.
Hannibal moved the rib bone carefully in and out of his mouth, his eyes never leaving Will's. Will opened his mouth slightly, and a stream of dark red blood poured forth from his mouth, covering his lips and making it appear as if he was wearing lipstick now.
Hannibal raised his voice, feeling his throat burning as his testicles ached, begging for a much-needed release. He massaged them gently, but firmly as he sped up his pace.
He heard the creaking of Will's bed from the other end of the line, and presumed he was arching his back high into the air, his body on the edge of release.
"I want to decorate and paint my body with your blood, Will." Hannibal spoke, and that was it.
He heard Will cry out his name in a loud, sensual cry of release. He coated his hand in his warm seed, some of his release covering his stomach in the process. Will closed his eyes and tried to get his breathing calm and steady. He had never had an orgasm that intense and strong before in his life.
He felt his head pound and throb, a small headache increasing after seconds. He suddenly came to realize that he had been holding his breath majority of the time in order to contain the noises that flew out of his mouth, which lead to a small headache.
"WILL!" Hannibal's strong, masculine voice broke through to him, without warning, and Will felt his cock twitch in response as he listened to Hannibal cry out his own orgasm not long after Will's.
The world soon came back into motion. Will heard water running downstairs and in the kitchen, and knew his roommates were washing dishes and putting the food away. His stomach suddenly growled in response, almost chastising him for ignoring its own need to feed for so long.
"Shit."
"What is it?" Hannibal panted, looking down at his messy stomach and insides of his thighs that were covered with his own release.
"I need to go eat, I'm starved." Will explained gently, feeling his throat burn with every word he took.
Hannibal felt himself get semi-hard again at that confession. He had to admit, sometimes he despised his high sex-drive, but at times like this, he revered in it.
"Eat what, Will? What delicacy are you going to consume whole-heartedly?" He moaned softly.
Will closed his eyes and shook his head. "Not now, Hannibal!"
Hannibal felt his mood darken. "So you regret it, then? What we did?"
"No! I just-look, we still need to talk, about a lot of things. I know you feel the same way I do." Will explained as he pulled up his boxers, grateful he hadn't gotten them dirty for they were his only clean pair. He made a mental note to do his laundry soon before the week was out.
"Yes, you're right." Hannibal sighed and stood, making his way to the bathroom. He shrugged out of his bathrobe and let it drop onto the cold tiles of the bathroom.
"Let's meet up some time next week, ok?" Will asked, moving off his bed, his feet a little shaky and weak. Apparently the orgasm had been a lot stronger than he originally thought.
"Agreed." Hannibal began to run the water in his shower.
"What are you up to now?" Will asked, though he didn't wish to know for he had a strange feeling it would be his undoing.
"A second shower, thanks to you, Will." Hannibal answered truthfully.
"Don't you dare start." Will warned, though his tone was playful and gentle.
Hannibal chuckled at the back of his throat, feeling his mood lighten. "My apologies. I'll be thinking of you, Will. Your sweet little unmarred body..."
"Good bye, Hannibal." Will turned off his phone before he got more turned on and checked himself a few times over before he opened his bedroom door and made his way down to the kitchen, hoping his roommates had left some scraps for him.
He felt the gods were in his favor when he was faced with a small plate filled with food and a small glass of beer right next to it. His roommates never disappointed him.
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Jesus, someone needs to take away my computer for a few months O.o
Thank you to those who left reviews for me, and I updated this story with 2 chapters this week because I will probably not be able to update until a few weeks from now as I have 2 midterm exams coming up! Hope this chapter and the previous sufficed!
Avixi
