Author's Note: I know this is a measly little update but I wanted to move the story along a little more. I want Hannibal to be hurting Will simply because he enjoys it. He wants to see what kind of physiological and psychological reactions he can get out of Will. That will become very apparent in Will's second appointment. Believe me, things will get kind of uncomfortable with the dialogue in one of the next chapters. Enjoy readers!
Chapter Twelve: A Change of Pace
The doctor smiled ruefully. Dear Will was trying to assume some control. Amusing, but ultimately futile. Thirty minutes might remain but Hannibal decided how long those minutes felt. Would they be their designated eighteen-hundred seconds or much longer?
Will was not the one to decided, but Hannibal would indulge his influence if it made him feel better.
Without warning, Hannibal slide his hands around Will's slender hips, firmly bracketing the flesh and muscle.
Will, much to his dismay, couldn't help but flinch. At the moment he couldn't imagine a more uncomfortable feeling than fingers curling around his hips, stomach. Thankfully, no lower.
The doctor began to firmly but gently rub circles into his thoracolumbar fascia, the sides of his lower back. Gentle, insistent pressure coaxed painful groans out of his patient.
See? I am not hurting you yet, Will.
Will tensed as Hannibal moved his fingers lower to the internal oblique muscle. He desperately wanted to tell the doctor to hurry it up but that would have been pointless. Thirty minutes was thirty minutes. He wasn't leaving a second sooner.
Hannibal sensed Will's wandering thoughts and just to be a bastard, dug his fingers firmly into the muscle. Will hissed and whipped his head toward the doctor,
"I swear to god if you don't stop being such a-"
Hannibal smirked like the cat dissecting a canary, and not missing a beat, fully gripped Will's hips and squeezed.
Hard.
Poor Will arched his back in pain, slamming his eyes shut.
Hannibal increased the pressure.
"It just occurred to me, William."
Will glared behind closed eyelids.
"It is not overly important to me if you learn respect and obedience. I almost hope those two concepts remain out of your grasp."
Hannibal released the pressure and went back to gentle, soothing brushes.
"Can you guess why William?"