Gasping, Will's mind was wrenched back to the waking world as two long fingers curled inside to stroke him from within, reminding the profiler instantly of where he was and who he was with. "Good morning, gorgeous." came the thick accented voice of the stranger sharing his bed. Or more accurately, who'd brought Will to his bed.

"I trust you slept well."

Thin lips that Will had made himself more than familiar with during the night before mouthed against his throat, pinching already bruised skin with sharp teeth. It elicited more gasps from him, little breathy complaints mixed in with his sudden waking. Will was extremely hung over and being molested by his friendly non-psychiatrist's twin in said friendly non-psychiatrist's house. All details aside, he could think of worse ways of being woken up.

Leaving off Will's neck to capture the dozy man's lips in a rough kiss, Nigel pushed a third finger into Will's tight heat to be answered by shuddering cry. Will's mind was still reeling as he tried to find his bearings, grey blue eyes fogging over in the replay of memories from the night before between the new kisses and moans being elicited from him.

"I'll take that as a yes." Nigel grinned, all teeth as he slid further down the empath's body, taking Will's rigid cock into his mouth as he drove his fingers home. The combination drew another shameless cry from swollen lips as calloused pads pressed into Will's sweet spot with uncanny accuracy. Nigel had learned his lover's body so well.

The bad man had taken his time the night before mapping out all that was Will, learning every detail of his over sensitive flesh like a most determined cartographist detailing a map to a mass made of movement, noise, and heat. The reward for his often limited and rare patience could be found in a wanton and ready Will who bucked against the onslaught, begging nonsensical words as shaking fingers tangling in the lengths of Nigel's ashen hair. All these gorgeous responses coming from this man were his. All just for him.

Moaning at the bounty presented to him, Nigel cast his eyes up Will's body to admire the man beneath him coming undone. His twin always went on about how patience could reap great reward. For Nigel, Will was proof enough of that. Dark chocolate curls were like a halo around his head, the ones closest to his skin plastered to it with sweat. His pale skin was now flushed, glistening in the strained morning light like it was covered in dew. His body, a little too lean in places, was taunt, the muscles moving steely within their confinements as the waves of pleasure left every tense nerve unsated.

What was a true shame and practically a sin in and of itself was that Will's eyes were closed, pressed tightly shut to create feathery dark half moons on his flushed cheeks by his lashes. Not wanted to stop but needing to fix this grievous injustice, Nigel growled around Will's cock. That was enough to make the man's eyes fly open, Nigel grinning around his mouthful as he caught the man's gaze with his own.

The intimacy of admiring those eyes that were more blue than grey at the moment caused Will to arch into his mouth, his hips canting. Whatever he had seen in Nigel's own was having an effect, Will whimpering now from it. The lust and hunger Nigel knew was there in his look had driven Will to make sad pleading sounds to be given more. Being seen like that did things to Nigel, a man well used to hiding his true nature.

Fingers knuckle deep and fanning, and his jaw beginning to get sore but in a good way, Nigel found he was willing to admit his brother might be right. He knew the pale flesh of Will Graham inside and out, how this skin starved man had been left to ripen almost to the point of rot by years of lonely celibacy. The simplest of touches made him shudder now, and reach for the bad man doing the touching in solace. It was like life had crafted Will for him and him alone. Nigel wondered what Will would think about Bucharest.

Feeling Will's hips still from the pinnacle of his climax obviously upon him, Nigel shifted the hand that had been caressing Will's balls to grip the base of his cock instead with cruelly firm fingers. Pinching the flesh with a wolfish grin, Nigel denied Will his release as frustrated hands tugged the older man's disheveled hair. When stormy eyes sought out bloody ones in a silent plead, Nigel almost caved.

Almost…..It was Will's own fault for begging so prettily. It made Nigel want to do very bad things to him.

Still gripping him at his root, Nigel slid the flat of his broad tongue along the underside of Will's weeping cock, capturing the mushroom tip of it in an open mouthed kiss that made Will cry and struggle beneath him. Pinning the man down by his hips, Nigel used his clever tongue to trace over his slit, capturing the beads of bitter salt that gathered there. He took his time tasting the very essence of Will's need.

"Nigel." Will finally found his voice, spreading his legs in unconscious presentation as he searched for his release with that mouth. "Nigel," he pleaded again, gasping when lips left off of him completely and sharp teeth found the sensitive skin of his inner thigh instead. He needed this badly, his body demanding completion from him. He had been left on the edge too long, parts of his brain keening for release. Desperation made him reach down to where Nigel's hand gripped his shaft, pushing at the strong fingers there that were depriving him.

Another cry escaped him as teeth found his hip in immediate punishment, small wells of blood beading around ivory canines. Caught like a fish on a hook, Will twisted and flailed on the bed, hands falling away to grip the high counts sheets that were ruined and stained already. As Will unceremoniously arched into the pain filled pleasure of teeth sinking into his skin and fingers deeper in his ass, a fourth was added to the mix. Its presence made Will choke on air at he tried to exhale too quickly. Inhaling only fed fuel to the sounds that Nigel was forcing him to produce as the twin stretched the ring of muscle in his ass, still tender from their night together.

"Did you forget, darling?" Nigel hushed such noises, kissing the inflicted wound with surprisingly gentle lips. He didn't want pain from Will, leaning in to lick away the blood that stained pale skin. The bite of teeth was replaced with the silken brush of lips, kisses pressed to aching bits of flesh. The tenderness was their undoing, Will surprised by receiving it and Nigel for being able to produce it. Something about Will brought it out in him though, made his cock ache to feel Will writhing beneath him, ever needy for his touch, but not his anger or the violence that resided under his skin. Releasing Will's cock, Nigel stroked the man's heaving sides. "Only I get to touch you."

Quivering, Will peered down at the twin through half lid eyes and only saw Nigel as he searched his lust fogged mind for words that had actual form and meaning, "When did I agree to that?" He challenged weakly, unable to keep in the embarrassing little noises that fell from his lips. In answer, fingers were slipped out from his sodden wet heat and powerful arms hooked under his legs to fold him in half. Placing Will's legs over his shoulders, Nigel leaned heavily in on him like this, bringing their lips a breath apart. Eyes made bright and almost crimson from passion burned into Will as he felt a swollen mushroom tip press up against his thoroughly prepped hole.

"Last night, when I was buried deep inside you. When I made you mine." Nigel grinned, pushing his engorged cock into Will, the impressive girth of it making Will grateful that Nigel had prepped him with four fingers deep. Nigel eased himself in inch by inch into the clenching heat, all the while watching Will's face as he did so. Memorizing how Will's storm eyes darkened, only the barest ring of color left to them, and how his lips grew slack, the open mouthed gasps quivering out heated air. Will was made to be fucked, created by higher powers solely to be taken and filled by Nigel's swollen cock. He was a fiddle of gold and Nigel was just the devil to play him.

"Fuck…" Will breathed out. Pushing back the best he could while being folded in half, Will felt exposed and vulnerable like this, completely at this man's mercy. It wasn't all bad though, he found as Will gave himself over to other more pressing matters. The width and length being thrust into him hit all the right places without even really trying. When Nigel adjusted them both to change the angle, the new depth achieved sent Will's hands flying to the bad man's strong shoulders. His fingernails dug into the tanned flesh there to leave behind small crescent marks that shallowly bled.

"That's right, my darling. Mark me back. Make me yours. I want you to." Nigel purred, kissing Will's parted lips as he began to move faster inside him. He was pounding his cock into plaint flesh, the sounds being made between them slick, filthy, and lewd. Will couldn't stop moaning, even if his life depended upon it, and Nigel kept talking, though half the time Will had no idea what he was saying, most of the phrasing foreign. All Will really knew was that he needed to cum, and the dick hammering into his prostate was driving him to edges of sweet madness and bliss.

"Only for me. You are mine, sweetheart. No one else is allowed to touch you this way." Nigel demanded as he pushed himself in just enough. There, he stilled with his cockhead pressed flush to Will's pleasure, making the man keen and writhe beneath him.

"Promise me." Nigel said softly, jerking his hips just enough to make Will quake. "My cock is the only one to fill you." When no answer came in a timely manner, he jerked again, making Will scream out in frustration. Made compliant by need and left quivering from it, Will nodded, his mind a soup of want, need, desire, and growing addiction to very bad things as he clung to the man above him. He was too far gone to challenge the words demanded of him.

"Say it." Nigel coaxed. He was forced to take in a sharp breath when muscles clenched down upon him, Will's tight ass squeezing the girth of his cock in counter demand.

"You…" Will managed out through clenched teeth, the words ragged and bitten off at their edges. "Only you."

"That's right. Mine." Nigel thrust at last, dragging a desperate cry from the needy man beneath him. "Time to leave limbo, my darling Will. I can't let you get too comfortable there. I promise it's not your final destination. Let me hasten you toward your end."

Will might have given himself over entirely to pleasure, but Nigel had a very vibrant reminder of such folly carved into his side to keep some part of himself aware and present. Which was why his eyes were drawn away from Will to the ever so slightly movement of the bedroom door being cracked open.

With a wolf's grin that was all too sharp teeth and no welcome, Nigel greeted his brother as the twin watched his brother claim what was his, leaning over the begging body of Will Graham. Challenging sanguine engaged the enraged bloody gaze of their voyeur, made taunting and wild as Will begged for more with Nigel's name being used like a prayer. Unable to resist, Nigel pressed his teeth into the soft flesh of Wills throat, biting down with enough force to draw blood, causing Will to shout out his pleasure. He watched as a wrath twisted and curled in his brother gaze through the entire exchange. Nigel's grin only grew when the bother didn't leave, his still gaze a wicked promise as he watched his twin fuck Will raw.

Not one to disappoint or do anything half assed, Nigel resumed his claiming with zeal as he pounded into the willing flesh beneath him. The room was soon filled with more begging moans and delicious whimpers that made Hannibal's fingers ripple in place as his mask hardened, Nigel bringing Will to his peak once more. Slamming into him with the same accuracy as his fingers had in finding his pleasure again and again, Nigel milked the sweet noises of Will's ecstasy for his brother to clearly hear.

"Come for me, darling, and only me." Nigel ordered, loud enough to be heard by all present, seen and unseen. Gently stroking the soft curls that haloed Will's head like a wilted crown of strange flowers, Nigel drank in the intoxicated pleasure of Will's face as he snapped his hips, catching Will's cries on his tongue to devour their sound. They were all for him after all. He could be greedy.

His own erection pooling slick precum onto his belly, Will came untouched from the feeling of Nigel's cock alone, spraying tendrils of white out onto his chest. The sight of it was enough to tip Nigel over his own precipice, his release making him seek out kiss swollen lips with his own so that he could feed Will the sounds of his pleasure. All the while, even as he emptied his seed deep, wet, and there into Will, he kept eyes on his brother.

"Ha-Hannibal?" Will's breathless whisper made Nigel realize his folly in this. Widening grey blue eyes followed Nigel's own to the crack in the door, Hannibal staring back at them from the other side of it with bitterly cold eyes. To his credit, Will tried to move out from beneath Nigel, but strong arms held him in place, folded and exposed with a softening cock up his ass. A cool wetness made up of olive oil and spent, new and old, trailed into the cleft of his butt, making Will redden from top of head to tip of toe. Unbidden and treacherous, his wonderfully overactive imagination filled in the gaps for him, all of them, letting Will know what this scene must look like from all perspectives.

"Good morning, Hannibal." Nigel grinned, leaning forward to catch the lobe of Will's ear between his sharp teeth as he greeted his brother.

"Did you sleep well? I know I fucking did."

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