They never made it to Will's little house deep in the middle of Virginia's bumfuck nowhere. The pair was far too drunk to attempt the long drive out to Wolf Trap. Instead at Will's insistence, they settled on taking a cab to Nigel's place of residence at the moment for this endeavor. His home turned out to be quite familiar to Will much to his surprise. It took many repeated promises of a certain person's absence to convince Will to even move a toe or allow Nigel to pull him out of the cab.

Struggling to walk on numb legs with a strong arm around his waist and a possessive hand on his hip to keep him upright, Nigel kept a firm grip on Will to keep him from running. Producing a key from his jacket pocket, they entered the opulent Baltimore home belonging to none other than one Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

"I-I still don't feel right about this." Will stammered, staring about like a deer caught in headlights as he was led upstairs. Nigel impatiently tugging at him to keep up, Will found himself wincing as they passed by the guest room he usually stayed in to be pulled into another, just as beautifully furnished. It didn't help matters that Will could read Hannibal in everything wherever he looked, the man's style engraved like a signature all around them from the textured ceilings to the polished floors.

More used to his surroundings than Will was or just not giving a shit, Nigel threw his coat over a chair and stripped Will of his own as well for good measure. The man looked less than thrilled about being here. Nigel decided the quicker that they got naked, the less likely the chances of Will suddenly leaving.

"Hannibal is my friend and my therapist. This goes far above and beyond unethical." Will worried aloud, running sweaty palms up and down the front of his pants. This was a horrible idea. Given the option, Will would much rather be fucked somewhere far less unsettling, like a church pew or the Ripper's latest crime scene. At least then it would feel like he was violating fewer rules and codes of conduct.

"Why? Because I'm his brother or because this is his house?" Nigel snorted, throwing Will's jacket well out of reach to land on top of his own. Moving fast, he was on Will in an instant, catching the nervous man by his waist with strong hand to pull him close.

"Both, I guess….mostly the house." Will managed to drunkenly confess, becoming distracted by a body being pressed to his own, hard with more muscle than Will had originally anticipated. Not that he had a lot to go on. Hannibal wore multiple layers like armor made of fine silk, brushed wool, and exotic linens. Will barely had time to run clumsy hands up and down toned arms before he was being crushed between a body and a wall, thin lips consuming him in a bruising kiss. Gasping as strong hands took him by the ass to lift him up and keep him pinned in place, Will's legs were forced to wrap around Nigel's tapered waist. The very bad man took full advantage of the new position, walking them both quickly to the bed. Back hitting the mattress, Will yelped in surprise when Nigel tipped them over onto it, keeping himself over Will and caged in his limbs.

"Don't worry yourself about the house, darling. I'll handle Hanni as well. Trouble yourself with me. Focus on the moment that lies here between us." Nigel soothed, combing his fingers through the anxious man's hair to grip at silken curls because he liked the feel of them running through his fingers. Pressing the man into the mattress to keep him still, Nigel took his time ravishing Will, moving fevered, open mouthed kisses from his mouth to his throat. Nigel's teeth and tongue left a wet trail of amethysts and rubies from Will's jaw to his clavicle, bruises already springing up from his attention to stand out starkly against pale skin.

"Are you sure-" Will cried out, interrupting himself as his insecurities were broken down by sharp teeth. Nigel's sharp teeth cut through his skin in punishment, sucking thick beads of whiskey saturated blood from the younger man's neck as the bad man sharply dug his fingers into the mounds of a soft ass.

"I told you not to worry about it, darling." Nigel growled, a broad tongue lapping at the thin wounds. The dark noise of it made Will shudder against him, Nigel pressing down upon him in the same motion to make Will grow still. The weight baring down on him grounded Will, making this somehow more real to him.

"I will handle my brother." Nigel murmured as he took Will's face into both his hands, cupping the man's face to force direct eye contact between them, the kind that sent Will reeling. It was something Will seemed feverishly determined to deny. " The only thing I want you to focus your pretty little mind on, darling, is me."

Satisfied that he had Will's full attention now, Nigel released Will with a nod, pulling the white shirt up and off over his head. It gave Will the opportunity to see all the hardened flesh held above him, the bits of which he had felt beneath fabric. His own erection let itself be more prominently known, reminding Will that he was still very overdressed for this.

Swallowing hard, Will let his drunken eyes linger over a gruesome scar that marred Nigel's left side, showing ghost white up against the rest of his body's tanned flesh. Taking his fill of that, Will moved on to other tantalizing sights. Silvering chest hair trailed down, the hair leading Will's eyes from the dip of Nigel's navel to the tented material of the man's dark jean, his hardened cock still hidden beneath too much clothing.

"That's it, my darling." Nigel purred, the delicious sound of it making Will's eyes find their way back up to the man addressing him. Savage lust marked those maroon eyes, making them spark bright and hold points of crimson within their depths. "I want your entire focus on me."

"You're a little narcissistic, aren't you?" Will panted out, trying not to give in entirely to this, whatever this was. This didn't feel like some casual fuck, at least not to Will though he had very little insight in such matters. This somehow felt darker and more binding than a one night stand. Groaning, Will tried to turn away, cursing himself for not insisting they go to a motel or something. Will wasn't given the chance to move very far or really at all, Nigel trapping him against the soft satin duvet beneath them, the warm hard body of the predator like a cage of flesh and ill intent above him.

"Not narcissistic, gorgeous. I just want the same attention that I'm about to give you. Is that so much to ask?" Nigel said, capturing the front of Will's throat with his teeth to bite down in warning about it. When Will quit trying to squirm out from under him, Nigel let his small violence ease up into another rough kiss, one that left fresh bruises behind. Feeling fingers venture downwards, Will's belt was loosened and his fly opened, the man lifting his hips to help accommodate as his pants were slipped over his hips and down his legs. His underwear went with it, all in one go, leaving Will suddenly very exposed. He tapped down the urge to cover himself as his pants were thrown over shoulder and well out of reach.

"The last thing I want is you calling out is Hannibal's name while I'm balls deep in that tight little ass of yours." Nigel never gave Will the chance for feigning modesty, his hands gripping Will's dripping sex to drive the point home. Will felt the air punched out of his lungs when Nigel squeezed, rippling his fingers to complicate the sensations that were stealing good sense from Will. "I want this to be all me. I want to hear you scream my name."

"I think I can focus on you." Will lied, hating himself even as he said it. This was where it was all going to go wrong for him. His eyes kept seeing Hannibal over him, caressing his body even as his whiskey saturated brain reminded him that it was Nigel. Between what he felt and what he saw, Will's heart hurt, knowing that he would never get what he really wanted. The thing he was scared even to admit to himself, but resided in the back of his mind.

This was wrong on so many different levels of FUBAR, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was as simple as Nigel wanted him, and Hannibal didn't. At the moment, all Will could handle was simple. Getting this drunk had probably been a bad idea, but it was easing decisions into place. He could pretend, and he was damn good at pretending. Nigel might not be what he wanted, but he sure as hell was what Will needed.

Focusing on how the soft fabric of the bedding felt beneath his fingers, Will was able to smile back as he watched Nigel shamelessly drink the sight of him in with those expressive maroon eyes. They smoldered half lidded with lust as rough fingers slide over the untouched planes of his stomach, relieving Will of his shirt to reveal the torso toned from working on boats and taking care of too many dogs. This was what it was like to be desired and Will let himself revel in the moment for once. Someone was looking at him this way. He was chosen for something other than what his gifts could do.

"Good. That's good." Nigel said as he leaned in to capture a small pink nipple to make it bud. Pinching the sensitive skin between his teeth to draw a gasp from the man beneath him, Will's hands were finally made to move off of the covers, leaving safe places to start mapping out Nigel's powerful shoulders. "All you have to do is relax."

Pleased that Will was finally responding, Nigel moved to the other, making the nipple harden and pebble as he circled his tongue over the sensitive flesh before biting down again, earning himself the rake of nails over his flesh as Will arched into the bite.

"That might be problematic." Will heard himself say, his tone going for something unrecognizable and seductive as he slid a long pale leg up the older man's side and over his back. He wanted the rest of Nigel's clothes off of him, but didn't know how to voice that complaint or what was allowed from him at this point.

"And why's that?" Nigel asked, taking the silent hint at last to see to his own pants. A groan escaped him as his swollen cock was freed from its confines, bobbing with each movement as Nigel threw his jeans on the floor to join the rest.

Nervous but wanting more, Will caught the man by his hips, pulling him down hard to grind their sexes together, eliciting a moan from them both. "Because…" Will gasped, suddenly breathless.

"Anxiety issues…" he tried to his best as he kept going. "..but I was just prescribed a relaxation technique to try and cope with it. Maybe…maybe you could help me out." Will closed his eyes, losing himself to the pleasure of Nigel's hips pressed against his own, rubbing their slick cocks together with an almost blinding pleasure. If Nigel let him, he could cum like this. He doubted Nigel would allow that though.

"Yeah?" Nigel's lips found his neck again, leaving another trail of marks along its curve all the way down to his collarbones. "And what might that be?"

"Sex." Will said simply as he reached down to grab hold of them both, letting the motion of their bodies rock their cocks together in a mess of sweat and pre cum.

Nigel stilled, leaving off his addiction to Will's skin to turn those sanguine eyes up to fogged over blue. "Hannibal prescribed sex?" he asked in a strange tone of voice, a sense of knowing within those words. For all his empathy, Will didn't know how to gauge that reaction.

"Yes." Will answered hesitantly, releasing his grip so that he could push himself onto his elbows to better look at Nigel. "Why? What's wrong?"

The fluttering of fear scraped its bony wings against Will's sides. Panic was beginning to well up in him the longer Nigel stared down at him with that indiscernible expression.

"Are you…are we stopping?" Will asked quietly, feeling cold creep into his bones. Rejection, like fear, was an old friend of his. He thought he might have been spared its company by leaving the bar. He thought he had then overcome it altogether by coming home with Nigel. Somehow the fact it was Hannibal's twin made the rejection worse in a way. It could just be the alcohol doing the thinking for him, but Will didn't know if he wanted to survive such a thing this time.

Attempting he save himself, Will started to move away to have firm hands placed to his shoulders, pinning him to the bed. That was enough to make Will look up to be met with a wolfish grin from Nigel, the expression all hunger and teeth.

"Stop? Oh no, darling, we're not going to stop. We're going to fuck, and then when we're done, we're going to sleep and in the morning, we're going to fuck some more. You'll be lucky if you're still able to walk by the time I'm done with you. "

Will's brow knitted together as he was once more pushed back onto the bed. "I'm spending the night?" He was able to ask before two fingers were pushed into his mouth, and Will was made to suck on them. Further conversation on the matter was impossible from that point on, Nigel adding a third to make Will slick their lengths with his tongue and swollen lips.

"Of course you're spending the night, darling. It simply wouldn't do to send you home cold and alone after the fine fuck you're about to receive." Nigel said, pulling his fingers out with a lewd pop. His hands went between Will's legs, one hand parting flesh while the other found his tight hole. "Besides, if you go home, how will I fill your prescription in the morning?"

Arching up as he tried to spread himself wider to help accommodate the slicked intrusions that pressed into him, Will gave himself over to the pain and pleasure of being taken one finger at a time.

"No, my darling Will, I think this is something we're going to do again and again." Nigel said, his voice cast too sweet for what he was doing to Will. His fingers eased in, slick enough to penetrate but not enough to be truly comfortable. In apology, Nigel captured the pain parted lips in a gentle kiss. He didn't trust Will enough not to leave while he looked for proper lube.

Adding another finger into Will, Nigel made the man shudder but for different reasons as Nigel found the nerves he was looking for, the ones that would make all this prep worth it. Once he fucked Will good and proper, he would find something better to use on him than salvia. His dear brother would just have to deal with his olive oil being used on other things than food made from people.

"If Hannibal thinks that you need sex to fix you, then I will be your fucking drug."

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