AN- Sex with a little bit of plot development. But mostly just sex.
Not beta read
This has been revised so you might want to read it again.

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Will was spending more weekends at home with Hannibal, though their time was spent as much apart as together. Will would work on his lures, or read in his room, usually passing out in one of the overly comfortable chairs with blanket tented over him. Hannibal would peek in on him, but would never enter the room uninvited. He wanted Will to see this space as his own so that he would feel comfortable enough to start expanding territory elsewhere to other parts of the house.

The kitchen was becoming common ground for them. Hannibal was in a state of amused wonder about how comfortable he felt with Will in it, the Omega even offered to help with meal's preparation more and more. The empath was an excellent student, picking up on Hannibal preferences instantly. It made Hannibal want Will to be cutting into a different sort of flesh instead fruit and vegetables.

They had their lazy days with even lazier mornings. When neither of them had anything important planned Hannibal and Will would lounge in bed well into the morning until it threatened to turn into afternoon, the late hour finally guilting them out of bed. It had surprised Will that Hannibal was so agreeable about sleeping in, but he was grateful that the Alpha did. Though Will was sleeping for longer periods of time now and often uninterrupted, there was something sumptuous about sprawling out across a plush, night cooled mattress.

More often than naught, on mornings like these Will would wake to find Hannibal laying on top of him, a very Alpha response to an Omega in their bed. It was answered in submission, Will letting him, Omegas built to mentally and physically enjoy the weight of another on top of them. It happened often enough that Will made himself wake up before the Alpha(not an easy thing to do) and keep still so that he could feel Hannibal slumbering on top of him, listening to his heartbeat and even breathing. It was a guilty pleasure on his part, Will allowing himself to wallow in the sense of safety it gave him.

Keeping very still as not to wake his Alpha, Will soaked in the blanket of body heat and baking spice scents that were all Hannibal. This morning was especially good, the way that they were positioned. Will was very much aware of Hannibal's cock nestled between his ass, feeling much larger and heavier than his own, but that was to be expected. Alphas were built to breed, to knot their mated during Ruts or be brought full by an Omega's Heat. They were in neither state right now, though his experience was extremely limited in such matters. It was only a question of time, Will knowing his Heat was coming fast upon them, and it would be bad. A flood that had been held back for far too long, a storm on the horizon was coming to make already high waters rise. Will had no floodgates left to protect himself, his heat suppressants lost with his pretend Beta status.

For now though, it was just them, just Will and Hannibal, and the Omega found that he was liking it. There were no expectations at the moment, other than to eventually get up when they felt hungry. A nose actively scenting the back of his neck told Will that Hannibal was up, his inhalations tickling Will behind his ears and made his dark curls flutter.

Waking to find his mate beneath him was still a new enough experience that Hannibal felt the need to explore and push boundaries. Will's scent was alluring enough on its own, but up this close, it was near detrimental to his control. The Omega smelled like new life, pure and fresh, Hannibal wanting to sink his teeth into that sweetness and take it all in for himself.

Will knew his scent was having an effect, though Hannibal was keeping his lower half purposely still. The courtesy shown was nice, but Will would have to be dead not to notice the erection pressed up against his ass. Aiming to ruin that control because he could, Will arched his butt into Hannibal with a smooth roll of his hips. The direct friction was delicious, Hannibal's answering bitten off groan even more so.

"Will…." It sounded more like a warning than a plea, teeth's edge running across Will's skin, threatening to mark it with indentations. Will needed this though, could let himself take this for himself just this once. Hell, he was already on his belly, being pressed into a mattress with his ass trying to gain air. He might as well finish what he had started.

The Omega was playing a dangerous game if he didn't plan to follow through. Hannibal had no intention of forcing Will, seeing no point and taking no pleasure in it, but he deplored stupidity, even more so careless stupidity. Will had proven himself to be clever and intelligent though, so Hannibal waited to see what the Omega was planning to do.

Making himself relax into the Alpha's weight, Will turned his throat to the side in open invitation to Hannibal, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Hannibal was watching him with blown eyes, his mouth partially open to reveal sharp looking white teeth. Will wondered if that was why Hannibal's smiles were so tight lipped. The Alpha did strike him as person who would want to show off something he felt was a shortcoming.

"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked with a growl, pressing down with his hips to remind Will what he was about to sign up for. This would mean more than just sex. Bonds were established and built in the moments like these.

"I don't want my first time to be while I'm in Heat." Will admitted, wiggling out of his t-shirt while trying not to dislodge Hannibal or break contact with him.

"That is practical." Hannibal nodded, accommodating the movement but not mirroring it just yet. First time. He had suspected that Will was a virgin but had never brought it up. His Omega, his mate, was untouched, unsullied by another. His body fear of another Alpha's taint or influence. The Alpha inside Hannibal howled as the man kept his words even. "So you are doing this to ease into it?"

"No, I'm doing this because I want to. I want to remember it." Will growled, shooting a glare at Hannibal for ruining the mood. He didn't want to fight in play or for real. He wanted something simple. "Quit psychoanalyzing me. I'm not your patient and you'll like me better if you stop."

"I like you already, Will. I like you very, very much." Hannibal murmured, pulling Will's drawstring pants down his legs, the Omega taking over when they got past the knee to kick them off with his feet.

"Shut up and strip." Will ordered, wanting to feel skin on skin contact like it was a burning addiction he never knew he had.

"We'll have to work on your foreplay." Hannibal mused, though Will could hear the amusement in his voice as the Alpha removed his night clothes with quick efficiency, doing his best not to move off of Will.

"Fuck me." Will snapped, needing more, feeling greedy for something he couldn't define.

"So eloquent." Hannibal took the opportunity as he hovered over Will to check him, reaching behind the Omega so that his fingers met warm slick that was seeping down Will's thighs it was so in excess.

Will bit his lips hard enough to bleed as a finger was introduced inside of him, followed soon by another, and too soon by a third. The digits twisted and fanned, loosening up a tight flesh rim until all Will could do was groan. He tried to push back onto those intruding fingers, fuck himself on Hannibal's hand, but the Alpha leaned back to place his free hand on the small of Will's back, stilling the Omega. He realized that Hannibal was enjoying the view, of watching himself break Will's seal, his fingers freely sliding in and out of the Omega with no resistance. It made Will's scent blossom and grow more intense as even more slick was produced, the smell of white flowers filling the room to remind Hannibal of star jasmine and magnolia.

It was too much even for him, the feel of Will's slick coating his fingers, the aroma of their scents coming together seamlessly, the sounds that Will was making with every flick of his fingers and roll of his wrist. The Omega moaned like he was dying, having a need so great it was strangling the very life out of him. Pulling out, Will's fluid clung to his fingers, sweet and sticky, Hannibal shamelessly licking the moist digits clean of slick as he pressed the head of his erection into Will. The rest followed quickly, Hannibal wasting no time in hilting himself in that tight heat, leaning over as he did so to bite down on the back of Will's neck.

Will hadn't even noticed his eyes were closed until they flew open, Hannibal's teeth sinking into his neck's nape at the same time he was penetrated for the first time in his life. The pain of teeth parting his flesh turned sweet with pleasure that made Will's body sing. Hannibal was covering him again with his body so Will couldn't move, even if he wanted to which he didn't, pinned and pierced in place by two points on his body.

Hannibal felt his teeth render Will's skin, hot blood welling up to meet his tongue, the Omega tasting as sweet on the inside as out. His blood was an elixir that made Hannibal want believe in God again and give thanks. "Mine." his inner Alpha roared, echoing through the halls of his mind palace. He couldn't resist giving Will a little shake, the Omega having gone too still underneath him. He would not have his mate passing out from shock or pain.

It was enough to make Will come back to life, the Omega pushing back. Heat, sodden and wet, encased Hannibal from tip to root. There had been others before Will, short affairs that had only been a distraction at best, but it had never been like this. This creature beneath him making obscene noises of pleasure had been made from him, all for him. No one else. Will was his, mind, body and soul. He would carve his mark deep enough into all three so not even Will could doubt it.

Relief was an odd sense to experience at this moment, but it was the most prevalent, Will enjoying it as much as everything else. It was good, the pain was good, all the pleasure was beyond good, conflicting and consistent sensations weaving together to make Will pleasantly numb yet feeling more alive than he had felt in years. There was a calmness there that was not his own and it took Will a moment to realize it was the beginnings of the Bond forming between them. The groundwork for it was being laid out by every slow purposeful thrust, Hannibal's movements languid but having definite intent.

A rush, no more like a wave, broke against the walls of Hannibal's mind palace, rich and warm as the Mediterranean in Italy. Still with Will in body, Hannibal divided himself to observe what was happening to his mind, gazing up in wonder as he watched the beginnings of a bond form between them. So familiar with his own mind, he could see what linked him to Will, the ties that bound them like molten living silver, spider web silk made of mercury. It was possibly one of the most beautiful things Hannibal had ever seen in his life, the Alpha weeping tears of reverence and joy in the inner sanctity of his mind palace.

The back of his neck felt wet and too hot, Hannibal's teeth still embedded in the flesh there. Will knew that there would be a marking wound there, one that would scar thick and pale. It would be Hannibal's assertion upon him, and no one would be able to challenged or question the Alpha's claim upon him now. Not Chilton. Not Jack. No one.

To Will's surprise, it didn't make him feel trapped. It made him feel safe. Even cared for as the ruined flesh was finally released, a thick tongue laving over the wound to clean it. Will's head lolled to the side so that he could looked up at Hannibal as he continued to thrust into Will's plaint body.

Even like this, Hannibal looking in control though his eyes were darker than Will had ever seen them. There was something there, something cold and fierce, but Will couldn't bring himself to feel frightened of the predator staring down at him, peeking out from behind its mask. Will watched it back with hazy interest, a pressure building up low and tight in his belly. The end was near, his own erection digging into the mattress to find the luxurious fiction there, the kind only silk sheets could provide. He was going to come untouched and something about that thrilled Will. That Hannibal could do that to him.

Hannibal's lips were stained dark and wet with his blood, making Will want to taste them. Will realized that he must have said that thought aloud because Hannibal leaned in with a wicked smile to press their lips together. Will tasted his own iron, chasing the flavor of it with his tongue as he cleaned off the Alpha's lips. Hannibal was driving into him now unchecked, his strokes rough and becoming mistimed. Will would have flung his head back, but it was being held in place by firm hands as Hannibal attacked his mouth, nipping at his lips with his tongue and teeth until they bled.

If he really wanted to, Hannibal could make himself last, hours if he desired to, but Will was reaching his zenith, his flesh tightening all around him so sweetly. Hannibal chased after his own pleasure, imagining Will reborn in the blood of his victims. Will's body may have been presented to him untainted, but the Omega's mind was a place of moving shadow, mist and shade. Hannibal wanted to tease that darkness and lead out whatever resided there. Will had so much potential, too much to waste on fools. No, Hannibal would remake Will in his image, and give him a reason to exist other to serve others. He would be the one to set Will free. In that thought, Hannibal found his bliss.

They came gasping with splashes of crimson on their lips, Will first with Hannibal following soon after, the Omega groaning as he felt heat pool deep within him, marking him inside as well as out. The Bond between them hummed from its place deep within them, Will sensing Hannibal all around him, his utter calm, his control which almost frightening in its magnitude. It made Will wonder what Hannibal was getting from him.

"Your emotions." Hannibal answered, making Will wonder if he had spoken aloud again and not realized it, or if it was one of the Bond's side effects. "Your intensity. It's like fire….You feel so deeply, too deeply."

"It is my gift. It is my curse, and now it is yours." Will said sadly. "I'm sorry." A kiss was not the answer he was expecting from Hannibal, sweet and almost too tender to bear.

"I will free you from it. You will become what you were always meant to be." Hannibal said, his words sounding like a promise, feeling like one being forged between them with something more damning than words.

"Insane?" Will hazarded a self deprecating guess to have his chin held in place so that sanguine met blue, locking the look between them into place.

"Beautiful."

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TBC