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"So…are we ever going to talk about it?"
Hannibal looked down at the lean body he was thrusting into. Will was splayed out beneath him, his back looking almost flayed by the marks in his skin. By that point in the evening, the sheets had already been ruined much to Hannibal's discontent so he had not bothered to be gentle.
"What is it you wish to discuss?" Hannibal sighed out the words, more involved with the heat that enveloped his cold dead flesh than actual conversation.
"You know what." Will groaned as a hand was placed to the back of his neck, pinning the wendigo down to the bed. Hannibal hoped that by doing so Will would stop talking.
"And you think this is the appropriate moment for it?" Hannibal said, demonstrating Will's shitty sense of timing by abrupt changing the angle and depth he was fucking Will with. Hannibal's cock slamming into him deep and thick made Will yelp as his sweet spot was struck dead on too hard and too fast. Hannibal knew his body quite well by now. Gritting his teeth, Will made a mental note to return the favor the first chance he got.
"I have complete faith in your ability to multitask, you ass." Will rasped through clenched teeth that were rapidly turning into fangs. Grinning into the wounded pillow he had been tearing up only partly out of spite, Will funneled a load of sensation, all of what he was experiencing, through their bond to give the vampire the equivalent of spiritual whiplash. It was enough to disrupt the usually unflappable vampire's pacing, Hannibal swearing under his breath at the wendigo in a long dead language.
"I dislike stating the obvious. We are bonded, that much is obvious even to you. To what extent has yet to be defined. How and why this happened still alludes me as well." Hannibal said, running his hands down Will's heaving sides to come to rest at his swaying hips. The wendigo keened as he was held in place, the vampire driving himself harder into the yielding, abused flesh.
"How do you feel about it?" Hannibal smirked, watching as Will's head fell to rest on his forearms. His back arched so beautifully under the assault while letting Hannibal use his body as he saw fit.
"How do you feel about it?" Will mocked in return, shifting his hips back in time to slam against Hannibal's pelvis. He knew he sounded petulant but this development was unexpected. Will had gotten pretty used to the idea of spending eternity alone, but now he was bonded to a creature who was capable of keeping him company until the end of days. It sounded too good to be true, so Will was patiently waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Until that happened though, all the sex was a nice perk.
Moaning, Will pressed himself into the mattress as much as he could and not become a part of it as he felt the vampire empty himself out into him. The undead's spent was a cool pooling of fluid shot into of his fevered center, difficult to miss. Hands like carved marble lifted his hips up, forced Will to present himself as his ignored length was caught in those cold hands. Will's orgasm was torn from him, the wendigo coming with a harsh cry as he was mercilessly worked over.
"It is not what I would have chosen if given the option…" were the words Will was able to hear Hannibal say through his blissed out fog.
"So much for the afterglow. Tell me how you really feel about it." Will grumbled as a body landed on top of him, Hannibal keeping him in place even as his cock softened within the wendigo. Will winced as he felt the organ slip out of him, wet with blood tinted cum.
"That being said, I do not find your company or our relationship disagreeable." Hannibal amended, running his clean fingers through Will's sweat soaked curls as he made Will clean his other hand with his tongue. The wendigo bit back when he was done, nearly taking the vampire's hand off at the wrist with his fangs.
"Your pillow talk leaves a lot to be desired." Will told the vampire as he tried to shake Hannibal off of his back. Fangs placed at his throat persuaded Will to stay put, the wendigo growing still again to let the vampire feed in peace.
"Would you prefer gilded fakery and flowery lies to the truth?" Hannibal asked, licking the wound he had created. The wendigo's blood did marvelous things to and for him, the vampire's wounds closing instantly from his feeding.
"No, but at the very least you could tell me that I'm pretty. Or a good lay. Something other than 'I can basically tolerate you'." Will said as he debated on whether or not he should eat Hannibal's arm. As long as he didn't tear it off completely, the vampire could grow the meat back over it. Will realized that he must have thought that a touch too loud, Hannibal moving his arms away from the vicinity of the wendigo's mouth.
"I have needs to." "I find you more than just 'basically tolerable', my dear Will. Despite our differences, we belong together. Otherwise, the bond would not have been able to form in the first place." Hannibal said thoughtfully, his tongue wide and flat against Will's skin. The wendigo's blood coated his mouth beautifully with life and flavor, the creature's power making the vampire's deprived flesh tingle and sing as it was filled with blood and strange power.
"Well, that's good. What a relief, because I'm pregnant." Will playfully lied but doing so straight-faced enough to make the feeding vampire pause in alarm. Will found himself shoved off of the bed when he started to snicker, the wendigo landing with a satisfyingly heavy thud.
"Rude. I'm delicate." Will complained from the floor.
"You're an idiot. I'm bonded to a fool." Hannibal glared, crawling to the edge of the bed to fume down at the wendigo.
"You make me feel unwanted. I'm just the old ball and chain now to you, aren't I?. The honeymoon is over." Will sighed theaticallly, pouting up at the vampire.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Hannibal asked in a flat tone, giving the wendigo his 'I am not amused' face.
"I am actually. Are you going to feed me or should I just start eating your shoes? They're leather, right?" Will grinned, the expression all sharp teeth like ivory razors.
"Those are handcrafted Italian, you godless heathen." Hannibal growled as his eyes narrowed at the wendigo, promising prompt vengeance if Will dared to so much as even breathe wrong in his footwear's general direction.
"So you're saying I have good taste then." Will chuckled darkly, finding one such shoe in the scattered pile of their clothing. The vampire arched a brow of warning at him, and made ready to launch himself at the wendigo.
"If I find one tooth mark…" Hannibal threatened, leaving his options wide open and their horrors undefined.
"Quite dawdling then, or I'll eat only the left shoe of every pair you own." Will countered, grinning wide to better show off his fangs.
"I've killed for less." Hannibal warned, rolling off the bed and onto the floor to tear the shoe from the wendigo's hand.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're a scary monster. Good on you. Now go make me a post coitus snack, or I'll make due with what I have here." Will chuckled as he watched the vampire gather up their clothing, folding what he could, throwing out what he couldn't.
"So demanding." Hannibal sighed, slipping on a robe when he was done with his task. He gestured to the wendigo to get up by kicking him in the side. Will grabbed for the vampire's foot to bite down lightly upon its arch. Freeing himself, Hannibal bopped the wendigo on the head with his fist.
"You love it. You get to show off." Will pointed out as he rolled his feet, following Hannibal into the bathroom. "I never show off. I demonstrate." Hannibal said rather primly as he started the tap to fill the tub. A bath was in order for them both.
"Well excuse the fuck out of me. Demonstrate your ass into the kitchen." Will grumped as he was shoved into a showerstall to rinse the majority of ick off of him.
"Language, Will." Hannibal said with disappointment coloring his tone, turning off the tub's tap. Letting his robe fall off of his shoulders into a silken heap on the floor, he deigned to join the wendigo after watching water slide tantalizingly off of his body.
"Yes, I'm sure your virginal centuries old ears are burning from my use of profanity." Will said, licking his lips in a suggestive manner as he reached between his legs to finger his own passage, cleaning out the spent from it.
"Millennium." Hannibal hummed the correction, his own hands helping Will in this endeavor to some extent.
"Pardon?" The admittance had caught Will off guard as he allowed himself to be turned, the wendigo automatically placing his hands to the tile in time to brace himself.
"Millennium. A little over two to be roughly accurate, give or take a few centuries. New calendars were introduced here and there. You understand." Hannibal's words faltered as he reentered that tight, sweet heat still slick with his own essence and the expensive oils he preferred to use in Will instead of common lube.
"You're robbing the cradle then. I'm only about 500." Will panted out, Hannibal's hands doing their fair share by stroking him to full fullness again.
"That explains why you are so petulant." Hannibal chuckled, the sound of it low and dark enough to send shivers up and down Will's spine as he was pressed into the tile.
"I am not petulant." Will groaned, pushing back to the satisfying sound of their hips making repetitive contact. Grabbing a handful of sodden curls, Hannibal made Will turn his head so that the vampire could level a look at Will that told the wendigo his point had just proved itself.
"You're just stuck up. A snob." Will panted out, arching his back into the spray. He enjoyed the sensation of too hot water sluicing over his still healing flesh, Hannibal adding new bruises to it as he mercilessly thrust into the wendigo.
"Dignified is the word you're looking for. A connoisseur." Hannibal growled, his fingers digging into the softer parts of Will's ass to make trickles of blood run from the moon shaped wounds, turning the water pinkish.
"Prissy." Will shot back as he clenched down, making Hannibal growl.
"Particular." Hannibal said, taking the wendigo in hand to start stroking him in time to his reckless pace.
"Pride goeth before a fall." Will said. He lost his train of thought entirely, more involved with not blacking out from his orgasm as Hannibal's fingers rippled over his cock and caressed its tip into completion.
"If you are going to seriously quote scripture at me, at least do so correctly. By that same line of reasoning, you should try to steer clear of gluttony." Hannibal said as he bit into the wendigo's shoulder, making himself the pot to Will's kettle.
"I can't help what I am…this hunger inside of me. I need you to fill it." Will gasped, letting himself to pressed into the tile as Hannibal slammed into him. Just as Will thought the surface would begin to crack from the assault upon it, Hannibal tensed and stilled, a flood of cool spent filling Will again. Pulling out, the vampire let the shower do its job as he held his lover up into the spray. Pressing a kiss to the wendigo's temple, Hannibal started to clean them both off, Will lax and useless with pleasure in his arms.
"I will always strive to do my best in that regard."
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The End...for now...