AN-This has to be the last chapter for a while cause I can't keep expanding on one shot AUs. Nothing else it getting done, and I'm a week behind updating the Alpha/Omega story. Leaving this story on a high note though so there is that.
Not Beta Read.

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"Please do."

The words barely had time to leave Hannibal's lips before the vampire found himself on his own kitchen counter, his back being pressed into the metal. Hannibal's head narrowly missed making contact with the range built into the island as Will leapt up to straddle him, his eyes shining with silvery blue light. He still looked mostly human, all except for the eyes with blackness leaking out the glowing orbs to start tainting his skin back to shades of midnight.

"Tell me you want it. This may be your last chance to escape. I'm too hungry to be gentle." Will murmured, his fingers tracing the thin bow of Hannibal's with a surprisingly steady finger. Those graceful fingers still lacking their curved weaponry parted thin lips to find the fangs that lay hidden behind them. Too human nails grazed the false porcelain of teeth that could tear chunks out of steel if need be.

Responding to the threat and the offer dressed up as one, Hannibal jerked his head back and then forward again in a striking motion similar to snakes. Biting down on Will's wrist just behind the back of his hand, Hannibal bit down hard to have blood pour into his mouth, much to his dismay. He had expected Will's flesh to be more resilient like his own, but apparently in its current form, Will was as soft and vulnerable as the human the creature parodied.

Unlike other vampires who would have rejoiced and lost themselves to the gush of blood, Hannibal's existence was a strange one compared to them, his hunger running in a different direction. For the most part, the taste of blood didn't sit well with him, tasting almost vulgar and overwhelmingly metallic. Hannibal was a vampire that needed flesh to sate his hunger. His strange tendency worked well in his favor though, Hannibal being one of the few vampires in existence who could cook, doing so well, and on a regular basis. In this regard, his ability to blend in with humans was unmatched, allowing Hannibal to share meals with the sheep and not spook them by being the lion in the room.

Except…..

….the blood filling his mouth to coat the back of his parched throat didn't taste putrid to him or heavy with the tang of iron. It was fresh on his tongue, clean tasting even. Dark as wine and sweet as sin, Hannibal allowed himself to swallow the blood. The accompanying pain that usually followed such as act did not come, shocking Hannibal into feeding more.

Pleasure washed through his starved veins, his body feeling more alive than it had felt in centuries as he was filled with the wendigo's blood, the potency of it making his flesh burn with new vitality like he were being reborn. After all this time, Hannibal realized that he had found his perfect food, a victim intended and made only for him. The wendigo named Will was his fount of life, his Nirvana in flavor.

Such things were temptation itself, Hannibal reigning himself in long enough to detach his mouth from the wound. He would not lose himself to the blood's call like he had seen so many of his brethren do. That way led to vulnerability and weakness born of dependency. Such things got one killed.

New vigor roared through Hannibal though, potent and strong, the vampire smelling the wendigo in him and on him. The scent of dry earth being struck by heavy rain and lightning touched down started to overwhelm Hannibal, the vampire fighting for control with himself and the situation as Will watched him passively with those starlight eyes. His torn arm still bled and all Hannibal wanted to do was latch his mouth to it and drink.

Shoving Will back but the wendigo not letting the vampire go, the pair tumbled off of the island's counter and onto the floor as things shattered all around them. The impact didn't hamper or hurt either, the beings too intent on shredding each other's clothing at an alarming rate.

His suit torn away like tissue paper, Hannibal's body looked made of carved marble, his only scars were the ones he had incurred in life as a man. He was a statue that had somehow learned the finer points of blushing. Will's blood was making his flawless skin glow with stolen life, his normally maroon eyes shining like rubies set aflame.

Hannibal leaned over Will with his teeth bared, a low growl settling his throat. His sex was swollen, heavy and hanging between loins that hadn't burned like this since becoming a vampire. It was almost maddening the way it drove him into such reckless behavior. Hannibal honestly couldn't decide if he wanted to tear out Will's throat or fuck him into the tiles until they cracked.

Somehow the wendigo still retained its human form, laid out like a feast on its back, docile and pliant. Will watched Hannibal with half lidded eyes and an unreadable expression as the vampire leaned in to scent him. Unlike vampires, Hannibal saw wendigos got to keep their scars, Will's chest, shoulders, and arms littered with pale satiny lines of past violence. Hannibal wanted to add his own to the collection, deciding to work on the one he had already created. Shoving Will's leaking wrist into his mouth, Hannibal used his other hand to roughly part the wendigo's legs so he could sit comfortably between them.

Hazily remembering certain needs as the blood made him nearly swoon, Hannibal smeared his fingers through some very expensive olive oil, the bottle one of the casualties of the amorous assault. The wendigo only grunted when hard fingers were jammed into him, Will accepting the rough treatment from Hannibal with only a slight widening of his eyes in complaint. Biting down harder on his new addiction, Hannibal worked Will open, his movements in sync with his feeding. He was the proverbial man living on dust and dew out in the desert only to finally find out the oasis was not a mirage. Shimmering bright as shattered blacklight, the blood practically sang as it poured down his greedy throat.

Giving into needs that were working in tandem against him, Hannibal left off of Will's wrist, moving up to his bared neck. He was barely aware of Will panting beneath him, his now pale skin slick with sweat and burning with fever as Hannibal fanned out the three fingers that were moving the wendigo to desperation. When Will offered up his neck with a begging whimper, an unintelligible demand that Hannibal somehow understand, Hannibal didn't even pause in striking in either way.

Biting down into Will's neck at the same moment as breaching him with ripe cockhead caused both creatures to cry out, Will's voice hoarse and ragged while Hannnibal's was muffled by the flesh between his jagged teeth. Barely aware of Will's hand scrambling over his back to find something to hold on to, Hannibal pounded into the yielding flesh beneath him, all tight, slick, and burning hot. The wendigo gave up trying to ground himself though, Will going as plaint as a doll with his arms thrown overhead, only gasping every once and a while at the brutality of Hannibal's pacing or when the vampire bit down especially hard.

Finally sated just as Hannibal was beginning to think it would be an impossibility, the vampire released his mouth so that he could roar out his orgasm. He stared down at Will with burning eyes the exact shade of the life he had been feasting on and felt powerful. Will lay ruined beneath him with his flesh torn and bleeding, his pale skin a lace tapestry of bruises from Hannibal's fingers where the vampire had gripped him at his hips and waist. His untouched erection looked painful even to Hannibal, the meat of it engorged with blood that Hannibal had somehow managed not to consume.

Licking his lips, Hannibal wondered how long it would take the wendigo to heal. He had already decided that they were doing this again, even if he had to chain Will down to a bed and never let him go. A willing companion would be ideally preferable, but Hannibal was not above making this creature his slave.

"Are you done?" Will whispered, his voice reedy and weak. From blood loss or hunger was anyone's guess, Hannibal sitting back on his heels to admire his work.

"Yes, sweet Will." Hannibal purred, the words made melodious by his accent.

"Good." was all Will said, his eyes snapping open. Gray blue eyes turned metallic silvery cobalt as his skin erupted with dark matter, pale humanlike skin losing its softness to becoming solidified night, hard as frozen earth and cold as winter air. Still sitting between Will's legs, the vampire watched with interest as meat and bone shifted around him, breaking and reforming to made itself anew. The wendigo resumed its nightmare appearance to loom over Hannibal, fully healed and whole, and looking….

…hungry.

Scrambling away from the bigger predator, Hannibal found it wasn't going to be that easy, the wendigo easily capturing him by the ankle to drag the vampire back across the tile.

"My turn." Will growled, flipping Hannibal over onto his stomach as if he were a rag doll and not a centuries old, freshly fed vampire with vast power at his disposal. That being said, Hannibal had the wind he didn't need to breath forced out of his lungs as he impacted against the tile.

Groaning with fresh intake, Hannibal froze as he felt a heavy cock rest itself in the crease of his ass, feeling immense and wet with precum as the wendigo easily covered the vampire's body with its own greater mass. A giant hand, elongated and tipped with inky razors, placed to the back of Hannibal's neck further persuaded the vampire to stay in place and that there would be no escape in this for him.

Essentially pinned down, Hannibal let out a dark chuckle at his own folly. He had fallen into a trap, one he had seen others make time and time again, the kind that happened to beings of this age. In grievous error, he had underestimated his opponent, his inattentions bought with blood and own sense of superiority. He had also let a pretty face lure him in too close, forgetting that his own kind used that same trick of looking and pretending to be human to catch their prey.

Accommodating the wendigo, Hannibal arched his back and lifted his hips to press himself up against Will in offering. After all, to the victor went the spoils of war. To his surprise, the hold on his neck was released as clawed hands dragged their points down his back, making ten rows of crimson blossom and heal over completely by the time too cool palms gripped Hannibal's ass. The globes of flesh were parted, Hannibal surprised into making sound when a long serpentine tongue shoved itself deeply into his passage, slicking it from the inside.

Marble like fingers broke tile as Hannibal clawed and shattered his own flooring, the vampire held firmly in place as he was eaten out. Already frayed nerves from his rare orgasm were still overly sensitive to the point of painful. The unpleasant sensation was short lived, his nature and Will's blood allowing Hannibal to recover quickly, the vampire soon enough going lax and moaning out his pleasure.

It was over too soon, the wendigo greedy and starving by nature, impatient in his doling out of bliss as he pushed apart Hannibal's legs to settle himself close. Biting down on his own arm, Hannibal knew it hadn't been enough preparation just from the feel of Will's bulbous tip breaching him. Salvia and precum made it slow going. With clawed hands holding Hannibal's hips right where they wanted them, Will working his way in until his balls pressed up against Hannibal's own pouch, velvety soft and heavy.

Hannibal's body kept up with the stretch and burn, vampire healing taking the sting and tear out of it so that all Hannibal felt was too full. While in human form, Will's skin had burned with what felt like fever. His dark nature now was winter born, the meat inside of Hannibal having a chill to worse than his own. Will's blood sparking in his veins made Hannibal feel it more, feel like he was alive again.

Releasing his hold, Will laid himself back over the vampire, the wendigo nuzzling the back of Hannibal neck with teeth that felt very sharp.

"I could eat you like this. Eat you all up." the nightmare creature whispered, his fangs biting into flesh long enough for him to taste his own blood filtered through Hannibal's flesh before it sealed itself once again.

"Don't be a rude guest, Will. Dinner is already in the oven." Hannibal said, not wanting to take the risk of the wendigo getting a liking for his flesh. That could lead to some very bad things.

The wendigo was shocked into laughter, the creature thrusting into Hannibal to try and make him cry out. When the vampire turned his head to glare sideways at Will, he conceded, setting a slower pace to work the vampire more open to him. Circling his length into the movements, Will took his time despite the need clawing at his brain to fill his belly with meat or empty his load into Hannibal as soon as possible. Hunger came in all different shapes, sizes, and needs. Will focused on the lust aspect of it, allowing sex to alleviate the weight of his nature.

When he noticed Hannibal trying to lift his hips enough to get a hand beneath himself, Will did it for him, finding the vampire hard and full again.

"You're greedier than me." Will panted out, amused as he worked Hannibal's cock in hand in time to his own thrusts. The vampire only responded with a growl as he pressed back in tandem with wendigo's movements. Will finally got the noisy reaction he wanted out of Hannibal though when he raised them up to make Hannibal go onto his hands and knees, the wendigo lifting one of Hannibal's leg up and away to penetrate him deeper.

The angle and depth was enough stimulation to make Hannibal come again, sperm cloudy red with stolen blood being caught wetly in Will hand as it was coated. The wendigo sucked off the combined esssence to keep his teeth from finding Hannibal's flesh, the taste of it unique and not enough.

Focusing on his growing need, Will finished himself off as Hannibal's passage still riding out the orgasm pressed and twitched around the intrusion, the wendigo pouring out cold as it marked the vampire as its mate. Whether Hannibal knew it or not, Will was planning on keeping the vampire, even if he had to hunt him down to the ends of the earth. Hannibal's scent and the taste of him was branded on what passed for Will's souls now, the wendigo knowing he would be able to find Hannibal any time he wanted to.

It was a marriage of blood and forever that neither one of them would know about it or its extents until it was far too late.

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"This is really good."

Slightly offended, Hannibal glared over at Will who sounded like he was actually surprised by that fact. The wendigo noisily sucked the flavor out of another bone before tossing it back in the pan in favor of another rib.

"Please try to have some decorum." Hannibal sighed, eating his own portion in slow, neat bites.

"We're sitting on the floor eating basically raw meat covered in more than one body fluid. I don't think there's a code of etiquette for that." Will pointed out with a snort. The wendigo and vampire were leaning up against the oven door, enjoying the lingering heat of it with the pan of roasted drunk between them. Will was in human form again, but neither had bothered to try cleaning up just yet. The kitchen timer had gone off while they were still recovering from their couplings so it was mutually decided that everything could wait in favor of a hot meal.

"You don't have to be completely savage about it. At least put your bones off to the side." Hannibal said, picking out an example of Will's rude behavior to have it plucked from his fingers. The wendigo grinned over at him as the bone was eaten as easily as a French fry.

"Happy?" Will said to make Hannibal roll his sanguine eyes at him.

"Ecstatic."

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