Just a sex chapter cause it's Sunday. Enjoy
Not beta read
If you're slow, THAT WAS YOUR SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING! If you no like, go no further. This is not the fanfiction you are looking for. 'jedi mind tricks you into leaving'
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When Hannibal found him that evening, Will was already naked with his back pressed flush against the mattress and mounds of pillows piled up against the heavy mahogany headboard, the Omega waiting for the Alpha to find him. Will wasn't still too comfortable with foreplay, the act of it too intimate for his liking and their bond at this state, but he was quickly growing to like the more physical side of being in a bond. Smirking as he noticed how wet Will already was, Hannibal made quick work of removing his suit, willing and able by the time he joined his mate on the bed as he settled in between Will's legs, positioning his mate's appendages over his own as his cock head pressed up against Will's gleaming orifice. Rubbing himself in the sweet smelling fluid there to slick himself up, Hannibal met Will's eyes, seeking permission to proceed without having to do any other niceties between them. He was granted a slight nod from the Omega, the gesture impatient and terse, Will still not used to asking for things he wanted or getting them.
Relaxing into the breaching, Will watched as Hannibal pushed into his body inch by inch, the Alpha's length glistening from his fragrant slick. Will made himself look, watch the process of it all, the empath absorbing every minute detail. He knew that he was being watched in return, could feel Hannibal's blown eyes upon him, his irises a sanguine hunter's eclipse.
Reaching down between them, Will felt around as Hannibal moved, his fingers exploring the physical act of connection as his fingers grazed their joined flesh. The erection slipping in and out of him with ease felt powerful and thick, the echoes of its thrusts reverberating throughout his body, shaking him to his core. Exploring slowly and trying not to be clumsy about it, Will found the base of the Alpha's shaft was built full, the girth more solid than his own, the flesh there made to expand and thicken into a knot. The phenomenon only appeared during Heats and Ruts normally though, but they were hardly normal.
Wisps of Will's power leaked through his touch, the contact between them going hot as he focused on that sensation that made his skin prickle and the hairs on Hannibal's skin stand on end. Will had never experienced a knot before, part of him wondering what it would be like. When his Heat arrived, delirium would come with its fever. It was a necessary part of the process, the fever of Heat making it easier for an Omega to take a knot, to hold the hardened flesh within their own for such an extended period of time and multiple round of breeding. Without it, the act of knotting could be painful, the hour it took to recede torturous for the Omega it was inflicted upon.
The fever of Heat was also only broken by knotting, or else the Omega would suffer from the mating sickness for several days. It was well known that an unknotted, unmated Omega in Heat was a truly desperate thing to be pitied. The exhaustion that came from the fever breaking was meant to make the Omega complacent enough to lay there for the time it took. That period of closeness was often spent by the Alpha creating new bonds or reaffirming old ones, the Omega's neck and shoulders marked, remarked, or cared for, the Alpha laving their tongue over the wounds The unique chemicals found in their salvia made the Omega's blood clot even as it mixed together, ensuring a certain type of scarring was formed. Mating bites scarred bone white and shiny in texture no matter what the skin tone, type, or location. In Will's line of work, he had seen some horrific examples of that, some Omega's faces bitten and scarred beyond recognition by an overly possessive Alpha. It was one of the reasons he asked Hannibal not to bite him in the beginning, why he had agreed to the collar instead.
Trust had changed all that. It was earned in small miserly increments, but Hannibal worked for it much to Will's surprise. The Alpha had chipped away at Will's fort until they had cracked enough so that he could wiggle in past, invading the Omega. Like the worm in the heart of the tower, Will could not stand against the constant assault of polite calm, excellent food, an almost devote kindness, and a patience for his shortcomings that was near saintly in nature, almost too good to be true. It left Will wanting more, the Omega feeling greedy and touch starved.
It was tempting to bring Hannibal fuller than he should be, to make him Rut, pull Hannibal into his season so that Will could experience this. The Alpha freezing mid motion made Will look up at Hannibal, breaking him out of this musing. Like he could read Will's mind, the Alpha was staring back at him with wide eyes and a still face. There was a mask there as per usual but it was faltering. Something moved behind those smooth edges, perfected and worn velvet soft over a lifetime of practice that was now being threatened to ruin in careless seconds. Will knew that he could force Hannibal into Rut and while other Alphas might welcome such a thing, Hannibal was not one of them. His control was his armor and he was acting as if Will had just placed a sword to the gap in his breastplate.
Leaving off his shaft, Will reached down and further back to cup the Alpha's balls, velvety soft and firm, the delicate organs hanging low and swollen. Hannibal's eyes closed as he shuddered in response, still not voicing any complaint or threat, but still not moving either. His tense body language was doing that well enough, the muscles in his arms standing out like steely cords, and the smell of his musk sharp with new aggression. It promised no responsibilities for his actions if Will forced this upon Hannibal, of what his reaction would be if that control was broken.
Releasing his mate, Will laid himself back like an offering on the pillows, placing his hands over his head, baring his neck as he arched his back. Will felt ridiculous doing so, but it had the effect he wanted, the tense air about Hannibal breaking. A strong hand found Will's wrists, holding them in place there as another want to his side, fingers digging into the flesh in points hard enough to bruise bloody deep red and sharper strange purples. By the end of the day, Will knew he would have slivers of moon gracing his hipbones like a strange crescent nebula from the Alpha's fingernails. Leaning over Will as he thrust in with forceful intent, Hannibal's hot breath misted feverishly hot along Will's throat, the Omega closing his eyes as he felt teeth bite into his flesh and lay claim to him.
The column of his neck was a blank canvas. His only mating mark was the nape of Will's neck like a signature and could be easily hidden, something that Will was usually grateful for. Will rarely wore a collar at home, Hannibal being an unusual Alpha in that regard. All Omegas were required to wear some kind of ownership marking whether it be bite marks, collars, or tattoos. Hannibal was very lax on the issue though, only asking Will to wear a collar in public, leaving the choice as optional when the Omega was home or in his company.
Will could feel that Hannibal wasn't angry but he had felt threatened, and Hannibal was a not being who took being threatened well. No, that wasn't correct Will amended in his head. He had a feeling that the Alpha was very good at dealing with such matters. The marking was his way of addressing Will's unexpected flex in power, and reestablishing his dominance over Omega. Hannibal liked to be in control.
Tilting his head back, Will let him, making himself react into the hold as he chased his own pleasure, struggling enough to be arousing but not enough to be taken seriously as an escape attempt. Will's perceptions of pain and pleasure were twisted or hardwired wrong, either by biology, gender, or his damn empathy. The stinging and sharp hurt in his neck made Will pant, motivating him to grind up in time to the Alpha's thrusts, instead of just laying there and taking it.
Hand finally leaving his hip, Will found that he was forgiven as his own ignored erection was discovered, Hannibal's grip working in time to their newly found rhythm. The combination of firm fingers rippling over his hardness and Hannibal's tongue working into the new wounds on his neck made Will's come hard, the Omega crying out in relief like his orgasm was being torn from him.
Plaint and done, Will was free to watch Hannibal again, unhindered by the distraction of his own body as he enjoyed the sight of Hannibal's licking his hand clean of glistening white. The only indication that the Alpha was reaching his end was the slightly erratic movement of his hips and a wildness that darted in his eyes, making the orbs gleam true scarlet from time to time. Hannibal finished with a soft gasp, a sound similar to as if he had been interrupted reading and was mildly surprised about it. For some reason, it made Will feel ridiculously proud for causing it, for having that effect on this stoic man and to be the source of that disturbance in seemingly unflappable calm.
The silence between them should have been disconcerting or uncomfortable, but refused to evolve into something awkward between them. Will got all he needed just by watching Hannibal, the Alpha speaking to him on so many different levels that actual words were necessary.
Focusing on savoring the sensations lingering behind, Hannibal felt no words were needed, Will's blue grey eyes taking him in his entirety. Anything said at this point would have been redundant. Actions were not though, Hannibal allowing them to speak louder than the absence of his words.
Trying his hand at being gentle, Hannibal leaned in again, though this time to press his blood coated lips to Will's own, his lips softly parting in answer. The Omega's tongue darted out to taste his own flavoring, the iron of it almost salty sweet when combine with the lingering tastes of his seed.
Hannibal had been brutal in marking, the deep relief of his teeth like a chain around Will's neck made of rubies that bled over the curve of his collarbones, the trails accented with deep amethyst, garnet, and onyx. It was an unkindness that was disproportionate to what Will had been considering to do out of curiosity and not spite. While Hannibal didn't have any problem with being cruel, his mate was something to take into special consideration. Discovery of one's nature should never be detoured, especially when Will was still all so new to his own.
A balance of some sort had to be found, before Will's Heat. The bond between them was getting stronger, but Hannibal needed it to be sturdy enough, confining enough, binding enough, so that when Will did find out his secret, he would accept Hannibal for who and what he was without flinching, and ideally, without letting anyone else know.
It was a distinct possibility of finality, one Hannibal knew how to deal with or at least used to. If he could even call it a fear, the Alpha only willing to label it as mild trepidation, Hannibal was no longer sure he could kill Will if it came down to that sort of dire situation. The predator within wouldn't let him kill the Omega in cold blood now, Will too engrained in his psyche as his mate. The man outward had no wish to return to his lonely existence either. To his astonishment, the thought of losing Will in any regard-his presence, his company, his life- grieved Hannibal who had thought himself above such feelings now.
Enough so that it must have shown in his face or around the corner of his eyes because Will was brushing his alpine cheekbones with the back of his knuckles, a worried look on his face, a timeless visage Michelangelo would have captured in marble. The Omega, his Will, was beautiful, but Hannibal reflected inwardly, he may be a bit bias now, considering he had the man's blood on his lips and was still balls deep in him. Soft and slipping out, but still being clenched down upon so sweetly by that heat.
Even while bloodied and bleeding, his Omega looked up at him with soft wide eyes, blue and gray as a bright winter's morning, wondering out loud why Hannibal seemed so sad. It was touching in a way, and Hannibal found himself wounded and yet humbled by it. Just as Hannibal was affected by the Bond, Will was as well, perhaps even more so in some ways. His empathy were some of the ties that bound them to each other, Hannibal was sure of it.
Coming to a decision, Hannibal leaned back while maintaining careful eye contact with Will, knowing the empath would see the intentions they held within. He placed his hands on Will's thighs, the appendages still draped loosely over his own, and dipped his head in a grave nod. Will's eyes widened in response, his eyes dancing over the Alpha's face while looking for any sign of hesitation, trepidation, or deceit. Finding none, Will raised his hands to Hannibal, holding them up and out, but making no effort to touch the Alpha with them. Touch was unnecessary, but Hannibal appreciated the gesture none the less. Will had accepted his offer, and yet the Alpha would have to make the final move, the last decision in the matter. Hannibal found the kindness and consideration Will showed him sometimes jarring.
Closing his eyes, Hannibal bowed his head forward until his face met open palms, his jutting cheeks resting against that too warm flesh that curved around to hold him as that strange powers that was all Will's own seeping in beneath his skin. Hannibal breathed in cool air and in the next exhalation, breathed out what felt like fire, the air itself catching in his lungs as his Rut awakened like angry embers stirred up into an open flame. Refractory periods were for other people, Hannibal feeling himself begin to swell within Will again, gripped into place by the Omega's passage, Will shifting to compensate.
Admittedly, Will hadn't known what to expect. He had an idea. Though he was loner and his way of dealing with others socially stunted, Will hadn't been born under a rock, or blind to everything society and his gender reveled in. Alphas in Rut were at the forefront of art and literature, their nature romanticized nearly as much as an Omega's Heat was. Will had never witnessed it firsthand until now though.
Letting go of his self was harder than expected. Hannibal hated his Ruts, those times of senseless nature when all he wanted was a body to fuck into like a mindless animal. Meat was supposed to be eaten, not elevated to the bedroom. Hannibal had never taken to the concept until now. He let Will pull out the reviled side of his self though to experience what it would be like with someone he viewed as his mate, the piece he kept hid behind locked doors and away from others.
Scent was the first thing Will noticed, the odor of cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg alchemizing with vanilla, musk, and oak until it practically fermented like fine liquor, cloyingly strong and spicy. The heat was the second noteworthy thing, Hannibal's skin becoming feverishly hot to the touch, even more so down below as new life made receding flesh swell. Moving his hips experimentally, Will found that movement was soon countered and matched to a standstill. Heavy fingers digging into his hipbones made Will look up and stare.
It was sickening how much he wanted, Hannibal literally felt nauseous as he resisted the power that seeped into him, warm and syrupy as bitter golden honey. Hannibal looked down at his mate, and all he wanted to do was be in him, one way or another. With his teeth, his tongue, his nails, his cock, it didn't matter. He wanted to own and ruin Will enough so that the world would know without a shadow of a doubt that the Omega was his and his alone. Hannibal wanted and his want was a world on fire.
Hannibal's eyes were wide though no color was left in the iris save a thin band of scarlet. His mouth was a wide wound full of teeth, his head tilted to the side as if to regard Will. The analytical manner of it was long past gone now, the stare more akin to wolf sizing up his next meal and trying to will it to move first.
This had been very dangerous done, Will realized belated, because Hannibal, at least a part of him, was still fighting the Omega's influence. The resulting monster had been now unmasked and staring Will down, trying to decide if it wanted to fuck friend or fight foe. Clenching lower muscles tight, Will tried to persuade the creature in and above him to select the former. The beast growled in answer and warning, gulping at air as it clung to Will's hips like the Omega's body were a life jacket and it was drowning.
Keeping his movements slow and well telegraphed, Will reached down between them, feeling where Hannibal was imbedded in his body and the wealth of slick that coated everywhere from inner thigh to back of balls. Despite himself, the Alpha was thrusting, small barely there movements that rocked them both.
Too many desires tore at Hannibal's mind at once. The desire to feed was there, the hunger for food, flesh, and blood that made his mouth water. The instinctual need to breed moved his body without permission, already buried deep and wet in a heat that was driving parts of his brain to unforeseen brinks of madness. The urge to kill was there at well, shadowing everything else, self preservation making the intuition perk up as it informed other parts of him how vulnerable he would be for the time trapped in Will's body. Wolves were known to kill each other like that, an unwelcome male torn to pieces by the pack while still locked in the bitch he was breeding. Curious, Hannibal held enough control left in his self to see which want won out over the rest.
Making sure his fingers were well coated with the excess, Will raised them to Hannibal like an offering, watching as the predator tracked his every movements. Touch was allowed, Will smoothing some of his fluid around Hannibal's mouth and under his nose, letting nature and pheromones do the work for him. If he pressed too hard or too soon with his power, Will knew he would not like the results of his haste, Hannibal was liable to snap. The current state of his neck was proof enough of that at his first attempt at this.
In immediate confirmation, Hannibal's eyelids narrowed as his tongue flickered out from between his lips, tasting the sweetness laid out there for him. When the Alpha sagged forward with a starved sounding groan, Will knew Hannibal was his at last, the Alpha conquered, at least in part. Vice like hands lifted off of his hips to grasp at Will's wrist, the remainder of his slick being worked off thoroughly with Hannibal's tongue, the Alpha all but shoving the Omega's hand into his mouth to nibble at his fingertips. Will used it as leverage to draw Hannibal in nearer to him, wrapping his legs around Hannibal's waist so that he could hook his heels together as Hannibal's timing started to pick up speed, his movements conscious efforts now.
The sweetness of vanilla and nectar soaked peaches cut through the haze of every want that threatened to tear holes in Hannibal's mind like the elixir of life itself. Survival was knocked flat on its ass as mating instinct about fell over itself to comply in haste to the demands of that scent, the engaging and gratifying scents that could only be Omega and mate. It was siren's song and gypsy's curse all in one, the effect having the speed of whiplash, Hannibal's full attention on Will. His taste. His scent. His sound. The feel of his body against and around his own, pulsing and searing at arterial spray.
Bringing Hannibal's mouth to his own was a mess of wetness and movement, Hannibal wanting to taste all of Will at once but couldn't decide in what order. Panting, Will tried not to flinch as his cheeks were licked clean by a wide flat tongue, Hannibal caring for every inch of his skin like it all had a different taste and texture. Will winced when the Alpha came down to his neck, the wounds there suckled upon and lapped at like his blood were the finest aged vintage of wine.
Everything was Will, filling Hannibal's mouth and his sensitive nose, coating his tongue and throat, moving beneath his hands and body, around the swell of his cock. Everything was moist heat, slick surfaces, and heady smells that made Hannibal's head reel and his body feel light and heavy all at the same time. His hips were pistoning out of his control as he fucked into a heat that accepted him from tip to root, clinging and clutching at his length.
All while it felt like Hannibal was trying to take him apart one hard stroke at a time in rapid succession. Usually the Alpha would take his time, drawing the experience out as if to savor it as he would any delight, the only mistiming coming from his final pleasure. Now though, it was hard and fast and punishing, Will holding onto Hannibal's shoulders to keep himself from being fucked through the mattress. Hannibal was clinging onto him just as much, the Alpha's face buried in the crook of Will's neck, his face being marked with sweat that stung Will's wounds and the blood that remained despite Hannibal best efforts.
Just as Will didn't know how he was going to hang on much longer or clench down harder, Hannibal went still. It was eerily quiet, the space of silence only filled with their panting and stilted breathing. The sound that broke it could only be described as a roar, Hannibal forcing all the air out his lungs to make that terrible sound as he came, hard and deep, Will sorely feeling it.
Static white was all Hannibal would see though he knew his eyes were open. The faint ringing in his ears eventually was translated by his brain as a cry coming from him, born in his lower belly and pushed up past his heart into his throat. It was a howl and a bellow, a sound that was long, low, and deep. Hannibal let go long enough to touch the sun of his pleasure, feeling himself burn up from the inside as he was hollowed out, emptying himself into his mate.
The state of Heat and the peculiar brand of relief that it brought in some aspects came to Will's mind as he felt Hannibal's base begin to swell, the Alpha still coming as his knot emerged and formed. Taking deep breaths, Will forced himself to relax as his rim tried to keep up. He was grateful they had done this the second time round instead of the first, Will loosened and slick enough to accept the knot though it was uncomfortable, a dull ache that persisted.
The feeling of being filled was disconcerting, Hannibal still breeding the organs that were not there, just the vestigial outlines of them left behind enough for this and nothing else. Will knew his body would eventually absorb or expel all of Hannibal's seed but until the knot receded Will was left with feeling too full, his lower abdomen tender and taunt from the mass deposits.
When Hannibal collapsed forward onto him, Will let him go out of the thrall of Rut, drawing back in his power a little bit at a time as not to shock the Alpha. Trembling, Hannibal returned fully to himself, deep seated and locked in his mate with Will stroking the quivering muscles of his back.
Moving them, Hannibal rolled them onto his back, taking the weight off of Will for now who was looking worse for wear. He could bear his mate's weight for an hour or so, if not all night, the Alpha feeling the need to take control once more. On the other hand, Will appeared ready to pass out, the Omega pale with a fine filigree of turned scarlet around his neck, finer than any bought collar. The wounds were sealed shut by Hannibal's saliva now, the lace like remnants just old blood mixed with their sweat. They would heal bright pink and shiny as new plastic before resolving themselves into bone white marks with the sheen of satin.
Try as he might, Hannibal couldn't stop himself from running his hands over his mate, through Will's sweat dampened curls to the bites on his neck down his arms and sides to touch the belt of bruising around his hips. Following the line of the Omega's body that curved from leg to backside, Hannibal's fingers found Will's stretched rim round his swollen knot. Grazing the slick covered, tautly drawn skin with even light fingertips made Will whimper above him and try to shift away, making them both groan from the somewhat painful sensation. Hushing the Omega with soft foreign words that made no sense to Will but who could still read into their value none the less, Hannibal soothed his mate by running his hands up and down Will's back, making him relax into his body. Responding beautifully, Will's body laid over him slack and loose with dead weight, the Omega only shifting back carefully to pull the down comforter back over them, shrouding them both in darkness, warmth, and the sound of their own breathing.
Fitting together like two strange puzzle pieces, Hannibal soon followed Will into sleep.
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