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"I don't get why you both bother even keeping the pretense of a doctor/client relationship. You're a couple and there is nothing wrong with your partner visiting you at work."
Hannibal and Will shared a look. Kailani was simply standing in front of Hannibal's desk, where Hannibal was seated. Will was ever so casually perched on the desk itself, at Hannibal's right.
"A visit usually pertains to a few moments of one's time. This way, Will can visit me for an hour or more in a row," explained Hannibal.
"Aw," she cooed.
Will sighed in exasperation, much to Hannibal's growing amusement.
A cell phone rang suddenly and both Kailani and Will grabbed for theirs. Hannibal knew it wasn't his, as he only had classical music set for his ringtones.
The sound was coming from Kailani's phone.
She turned away, answering it calmly.
"Margot? What happened? And they believed him? Fuck! I'll be there soon."
She ended the call and took a deep breath, exhaling just as slowly. She then turned to face then, her entire being screaming anger.
"Mason Verger knew that his sister was contemplating artificial insemination. She's been wanting to do it for a while. If she has a child, who is of Verger blood, they'll automatically be the heir and, according to the contract their father drew up, Margot would be able to act as Head on their behalf until they are of age. If Mason had a child and he died, she'd be the primary caregiver and would be able to be Head that way until they come of age. She cannot be the Head of the family any other way.
Mason hired some people to crash into her car two days ago. One was a doctor. The doctor proceeded to use her injuries as an excuse to perform surgery and instead of actually helping her, she removed Margot's womb."
Hannibal made note of how Will's hands clutched at the desk. Perhaps, he had underestimated the lengths Mason would go to in order to keep control of his sister.
Terribly rude.
"I know you're planning to kill him," said Kailani without remorse. "And I know that even when in pain the body can be stimulated to orgasm, so I'd like to ask if you can possibly get me some of his semen before you off him? Otherwise, Margot with still be under someone's control and none of her other family members are so pleasant either. As the aunt of the child, whose father is dead, she could take custody of them and still remain as acting Head.
We'll find a surrogate just fine. I can't do it because I am not getting pregnant again. These cravings are a pain. I ate a damn tartar sauce and peanut butter sandwich on rye yesterday.
Just… please?"
Will nudged Hannibal with his elbow and sent him a very telling look. The doctor sighed, "I happen to know several ways to stimulate the body with a cattle prod. As an act of gratitude for standing by Will and doing your best for him when no one else could seem to, I will do this. Now go to your lover."
Kailani beamed, "Thanks… Hannibal."
She departed then, leaving both men in stunned silence. She'd never referred to him by name when speaking directly to him before.
Will waited a moment, before saying, "I hope you make it fucking hurt."
The blond hummed, "Perhaps you'd like to join in?"
"I think I would."
Will's blood-lust was arousing.
Kailani was surprised to find Alana Bloom sitting in Margot's room at the hospital. The woman was sitting beside Margot's bed, speaking in low tones.
Margot's eyes brightened when she saw Kailani and Alana's own eyes bulged.
"I only woke up a few hours ago. I was unconscious for a while," she explained as the Polynesian sat carefully, mindful of her growing belly.
"I… I should have expected that he'd go this far to control me. He won."
Margot sounded so broken. Kailani placed a comforting hand on the one clutching the white sheet. "Your brother will get his… and you'll get what you want."
"How? It's not like I now anyone who'll d-"
Margot's eyes bulged and she looked at Kailani in such a way, that her question was conveyed easily.
"Wait!" interrupted Alana Bloom. "Are you saying your brother had this done to you?"
"There's a clause in the family contract that says if Margot gets pregnant with a child before Mason has a child, she'll be able to become Head of the family until the child is old enough. Mason was simply getting rid of the competition," Kailani explained, sneer more prominent on her face.
"Shouldn't you tell the police?"
Margot scoffed, "He's got eyes and ears. No one else in the family will do anything. They know what he does, but they stay quiet, afraid he'll turn it on them and then cut them off."
Alana was not an idiot, despite how much Kailani didn't like her. She pieced it together rather quickly and turned to Kailani, a picture of utter terror. "Someone you know is going to kill him?" she whispered.
"Child molester, rapist, and added onto that, he stole his sister's womb to keep her in line. I don't give a fuck if he's killed. Since the cops won't be able to do anything without a warrant and there is no cause for one to be given, other things must be taken into account."
"So you just set someone on him?!"
Kailani laughed dryly, no humor in her voice at all. "They were already planning to kill him for a myriad of purposes. I simply requested a semen sample before the deed is done. Should we get a surrogate to have the child and Mason disappears before it is born, Margot will be able to take over as Head thanks to being their aunt. She'll raise them right."
Alana's jaw was stiff as she looked between Margot, who was crying quietly, and Kailani, who was looking severe.
"Does it matter who the surrogate is?" she finally asked.
"No," said Margot. "I just… I want a baby of my own. And I don't care how I get them."
"Then I'll do it."
Both the patient and her girlfriend gaped at the other woman. Kailani was most shocked because she knew that Alana was a very by-the-rules kind of person.
"Pardon?"
"Maybe my morals are twisted, but I want to do it. Mason Verger is… not a good person."
"Neither am I," said Kailani.
"Have you killed anyone?" rejoined Alana.
"No, but I've thought of it."
"I have as well. But even in my worst moments, I will never be as bad as Mason Verger and I am proud of that fact. So yes, I will do it. I don't care who kills him. I don't want to know who did it, though I can make a strong guess. Just let me help in my way and I'll leave the rest to you."
Margot gripped Alana's hand tightly and murmured a low, 'thank you'.
And for the first time in the last year, Kailani felt her unease around Alana Bloom, disappear.
Will was minding his own business when he saw a car he didn't recognize, pulling up in front of Hannibal's office. Not even an hour after Kailani had gone. Men approached the building, looking like they meant business.
"Hannibal… a bunch of men are coming," he called out.
Hannibal didn't move from his sketching. He simply continued. "It seems Mason has made his move already. We'll just have to surprise him."
Burgundy met ice blue and both nodded. Will slipped form the room and into the bathroom in the waiting room. As he and Hannibal had come to the office together, his car wasn't parked and no one would suspect him to be there. Kailani had that bat still under her desk. Hannibal could take more than one opponent if necessary, but Will wouldn't leave him to fight alone.
There was some murmuring in Italian. Will had always hated it when people felt the need to speak in another language so he couldn't understand them. But if he were to suddenly spout off French, he was being the asshole, right?
Quietly, he slipped back to the waiting room, where the sound of screams and thuds reached him. Reaching below the desk, he grabbed the aluminium bat and held it firmly, slipping through the open door, noting that one man was down, another was bleeding out and Hannibal was crouched on the floor in front of another, whose back was to Will.
Will closed the distance in five steps and swung, hitting the Italian in the head as hard as he could. The man sank to the floor in a heap.
Hannibal's body shook as he tried to get to his feet.
Reluctantly placing the weapon down, Will reached for him, helping him to his feet, though taking most of his weight.
"He had... a taser," gasped the older man.
That explained it.
"One the… effects have worn off… I think we should pay Mason a visit."
"I agree. He's been so terribly rude."
Mason Verger hadn't expected for Hannibal and Will to step out of his fancy car when it drove up the the Verger Estate. The moment the man's eyes landed on them, he panicked understandably and began screaming for guards.
Hannibal took his assailants like a man who had experience. He twirled around them, forcing them to attack each other and not getting a speck of blood on his murder suit. Five men dead and Hannibal simply stood to the side, smiling in satisfaction.
Will's execution was much more messy as he hadn't the experience his partner did. However, as Hannibal was kind enough to lend one of his own suits for the job, he wasn't leaving traces of himself behind thankfully, but the body of the suit was splattered in blood from him digging his knife into the flesh of his attackers and ripping the metal free.
Hannibal looked on in pride at what Will had become. He looked so natural in this setting, surrounded by his dying enemies and covered in their blood. So much more intimate and satisfying than a gun was.
The two men faced their host, wearing smiles that could only spell the worst type of news.
Mason Verger screamed so beautifully that evening.
"I didn't know you could do all those things with a cattle prod," Will commented as they rested in Hannibal's living room.
Said man was smiling over his glass of wine. "I intend to show you a great many things in the coming years, Will."
Hannibal obviously intended for them to be together for a long time and Will really liked that idea.
"How did cutting off Mason's genitalia make you feel?"
"Powerful… vengeful… good. But you did say that doing bad things to bad people would make anyone feel good." Will pointed out, remembering how well Mason had screamed. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. He'd liked it much more than simple satisfaction. Pure pleasure and then joy at the pride on Hannibal's face.
Hannibal placed his glass aside and stood. He did not button his suit-coat though. Instead, he removed it, casting it aside and approaching Will's seated position a few feet away.
At Hannibal's insistence, Will allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and into a very light, feathery kiss. Hannibal was also so delicate when it came to Will. He kissed carefully and didn't not wander even though Will wouldn't mind. Even after a month, Hannibal had yet to instigate further touches beyond a kiss or an embrace.
Will wondered if maybe he was the one who should do it instead.
While Hannibal's hands remained respectfully on Will's waist, Will swallowed his trepidation and boldly gripped Hannibal's ass through his finely tailored slacks.
With a moan that was far too inhuman to remain subtle, Hannibal's hands slid down, reaching under Will and lifting him. Will was forced to wrap himself around Hannibal in order to stay upright and he was amazed at how strong the older man was. Probably from lifting all that dead weight for so long.
The thought made him flush.
Hannibal had him pinned against the door of the living room within seconds, jarring them both apart.
"Are you sure you want this, Will?"
Hannibal's voice was rough and Will was pleased that he was hearing it. Him and not someone else. Like Alana, who had been subtly making moves on Hannibal for the last three months and failing, thankfully. Will was privileged to see and hear Hannibal at his most vulnerable. Walls completely down. It was hot.
"Yes," he answered. "I'm just… I've never made it this far with a man," he admitted, flushing in embarrassment.
Hannibal didn't seem too put out by the fact. His eyes dilated immediately. "So then," he began, voice even more guttural than before, making his accent thick and heavy. "I am to be the first to penetrate your body? Or would you wish to have mine?"
"I'm not… I don't know what to do if I were to… with you," stammered Will, because while he knew the basics of male on male couplings, he didn't know how to go about sex with a man.
"If it isn't too presumptuous," Hannibal murmured into Will's ear, "I'd like to take you this night and we can explore each other at a later date in time."
"Yes!" Will moaned, liking the idea of Hannibal being in control and leading him. He'd been doing a swell enough job so far as he grinded against Will, pushing him against the door.
Hannibal claimed his lips again and pulled away from the door, carrying Will from the room and up the stairs to the bed they'd shared several times, though not quite like this.
Hannibal had not planned for this form the beginning. In fact, his original plan had been different. But then it had all changed with a slight bit of manipulation from Kailani to aid it along the way. But when Hannibal reconfigured his plan, this had been an option that he had sorely hoped for and lo' and behold, it was happening.
His Will, so delicate and confused, had finally relinquished his body to Hannibal. His mind had been held captive for months and his heart was given not too long after that, but now Hannibal had all of him.
Hannibal was extremely grateful for his good fortune. Bedelia had been right those many months ago. It was nice to have someone see you for who you are and to still like you. To see them scale your walls of protection and join you behind them… willingly.
Hannibal pressed his Will into the mattress, hands working double time to remove their clothing with efficient methods. Will gave himself over to Hannibal's whims and the doctor moved his mouth over the other man's pulse point, sucking on the thudding pulse beneath his lips.
He'd bitten a man's throat out once and while he wanted to bite Will's throat to lay visible claim to him, he would never do such a thing to his beloved.
Will arched against him, moaning out, "You suave bastard!"
"How rude," purred the blond.
"Please!" Will gasped.
Hannibal traced a finely manicured nail down Will's weeping erection, enjoying the full body shiver he received for his efforts.
"I'll need to fetch the lubrication, dear Will."
"Then do it and get back here!"
For someone who had never lain with another man, Will was a demanding little thing. Hannibal found that he liked it very much. From Will though. He'd once bedded a young woman who had tried to be demanding and instead, he simply took her rude actions for what they were and hunted her down a month later.
But for Will, Hannibal adored his little sparks of dominance.
Lubricant in hand, Hannibal returned to his lover, enjoying the sight of Will lying on his bed, Egyptian Cotton caressing his flushed skin.
Popping the lid, he deposited a generous amount of blue liquid into his palm and carefully traced Will's hole. It twitched and he pressed in just a bit, relishing the hiss it bought forth.
One perfectly lubed finger slid in fully, twisting inside and rubbing against the warm walls. Will adjusted his hips and lifted his legs further, allowing Hannibal to penetrate him deeper, the blond holding the limbs further apart with his free hand and his shoulder.
Another finger joined in exploration, slowly splitting Will apart, opening him up for something much larger than two fingers. Though Hannibal knew no amount of preparation during a first time would fully prepare someone, he loved the fact that Will seemed to like a little bit of pain, preferring when Hannibal nibbled on his lips and neck. So Will wouldn't find the slow burn to be too bad.
"Hannibal, hurry."
Will was sweating, his curls plastered to his face. Hannibal remembered a time where he thought Will's stubble was annoying, but now he found it charming and oh so Will. His Will.
A third finger, spreading in motion with the other two before Hannibal situated himself and with precision and well timing, filled Will with the most intimate part of himself. His hand wrapping around Will's arousal to stroke him to completion.
And Hannibal took Will slowly, reverently. That evening bore witness to the heights of pleasure that could be reached by two beings so in sync with each other that it was impossible to know where one began and the other ended.
And it was perfection.
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