As per usual, sleep had evaded Will. For once, it was not due to the usual culprits of night terrors, cold sweats that made him feel as if he were drowning, or dead killers playing murder in the dark. The end result still left him feeling tired and restless though. He spent most of the day fidgeting with his glasses and fighting back yawns while teaching his class. Thankfully, his point of focus this week was an older case, but one he covered every year none the less with his students.
It was the first official sounder of the Ripper cases, murders made in trios over a number of months before the Ripper disappeared entirely for two years. Knowing the cases inside and out thanks to Jack wanting him to climb inside the Ripper's head, Will was able to give the lecture on auto-pilot. He ignored questions, outlined similarities, and assigned papers with little thought, but that was business as usual. Trainees didn't take his class because he was charming or even well liked. They came to him because it was his bad luck that he was the best.
Even as he talked at his students, his mind was elsewhere, still lost in the passenger seat of a Bentley. His imagination doing terrible things to him, Will could still feel Hannibal's lips warm against his own, his tongue sliding into Will's mouth to coax a moan from him. It made for some embarrassing moments when he would trail off mid sentence and stare blankly off into space, but then again, business as usual. An unspoken perks of having a reputation for being an oddball was that one could afford to live up to the hype from time to time.
Hands starting to shake from too much caffeine, Will checked his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time. Wrapping up his lecture as quickly as he could, Will ended up dismissing the agents in training early in a vain attempt to make time mover faster for him. Will contemplated having another cup of coffee in a vain attempt to fend off sleep, but decided against it when his stomach cast its vote, ulcers in Will's imminent future if he pressed his luck with the organ.
Glancing at his watch again like that was going to do anything for him, Will heaved a frustrated sigh. He ran fingers through his messy hair, trying to tame it enough to look presentable. His curls told him to fuck off and leave them alone, so Will decided to go with the deranged look. He told his reflection that he pulled it off well, and then decided he should try to get some sleep soon because people were starting to give him strange looks in the bathroom.
Not for the first time, Will wished that the day was over. Minutes pretended that they were hours as he waited to see Doctor Lecter. A tight ball of nervous energy residing in him was trying to slowly consume him. That or he had forgotten to eat again recently. His mind wasn't helping matters either, his inner workings running through random possibilities trying to predict the immediate future like a cracked 8-ball fueled by caffeine riddled insomnia.
Unable to settle himself down long enough to pretend to be a sane human being, Will found himself wandering around Quantico between classes, walking through empty and sometimes not so empty lecture halls with his mind barely there. He was as desperate as some of the students for the day to end.
By the end of his work day, Will couldn't sit still, wound too tight with nervous anticipation. Being in such a state made Will show up nearly an hour early for his evening appointment with the good doctor. Staying in the car would drive him crazy so Will ended up taking a walk for forty-five minutes around the small business area in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. Still fifteen minutes early, Will found himself sitting in Hannibal's waiting room, tired, hungry, and still very out of sorts as he picked at a loose thread of his shirt. He suddenly wished he had worn something nicer or least gotten himself a sandwich.
He was so screwed.
"Will, you're early." Hannibal smiled as he opened the door in greeting, stepping aside to let the anxious man into his office. "Luck must be with you because my last appointment has left already. Please come in."
Nodding in greeting but not trusting himself to say anything of value or intelligence just yet, Will shrugged out of his coat to drop it into his favored chair. He briefly considered climbing up to the second level, but that felt almost too much like hiding. He needed to face this, whatever this was, head on. He owed Hannibal that much, especially after what had happened.
"How are you feeling this evening?" Hannibal asked as he quietly slid the door's lock into place. Will was obviously in such a state he was certain the profiler wouldn't have noticed anyway. Hannibal didn't feel like taking chances this evening though, not with Will so close in hand.
"I'm fine." Will muttered, the question causing him to leave his seat to stand in front of the window, though the ridiculous red and grey curtains had already been drawn for the coming of night. Will wondered if the long lengths of fabrics were even still referred to as curtains. He was willing to bet just about anything that Hannibal would know.
"I understand your nervousness, Will. We did not end our last encounter under the most normal of circumstances." Hannibal said softly, not wanting to frighten the already skittish man. Thrumming with too much nervous energy like a trapped bee, Will seemed incapable of keeping still for long, already beginning to pace. It almost made Hannibal consider giving Will a sedative, but then how would he stake his claim?
Allowed his steps to make a gentle sound across the office's hardwood flooring, Hannibal came up behind the raw ball of tangled nerve endings that was Will Graham. "But is that not what our meeting today is meant to rectify?" he continued. Laying a light hand on Will's shoulder, the man's muscles tensed under his touch. Squeezing gently to try and ground the man, Hannibal turned Will to face him. Allowing the movement, Will still refused to meet the other man's gaze, his darting blue eyes keeping their distance from the deep maroon that sought them out.
"Doctor Lecter…" Will started to say to have fingers pressed to his lips.
"Hannibal. You're not my patient and you are more than a friend. You've earned the right to use my name." Hannibal told him. Part of what he said was actually true, though the heart of the matter be exposed, his temper now flared up whenever Will used his title.
"Hannibal…" Will made himself say against the touch that lingered over his lips. "Hannibal. On a good day, I'm social awkward. I have almost no experience with relationships and even peers in my field generally regard me as a freak. I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing or what you're expecting from me. I can pretty much guarantee I'm going to screw this up."
"What do you want to do?" Hannibal asked even as he cupped Will's face, trying to make those wandering eyes meet his own. Catching Will's chin with his other hand, he started to gently stroke a stubbly jaw with his thumb. This close he could see the choker made of purple marks left behind by Nigel, his claims upon Will sloppy and disjointed, poorly half hidden by Will's collar.
"I…I don't know," Will stammered, surprised when he tried to turn his sight away only to have his jaw lightly jerked back into alignment by the hand holding it. He couldn't look away.
"What do you want, Will?" Hannibal murmured. He was still speaking with his gentle grace, the kind that resided in all his words, but there was the undertone of a demand there. The good doctor wanted an answer, even if he had to take it.
"I really don't know, Doctor Lecter," Will deflected the best he could, trying to mentally regroup. His eyes tried to flee once more, but were brought back instantly with another tug. Hannibal was keeping him in place, standing too close for rational thoughts to come together naturally, and Will was desperate for the reprieve of space. He was being overwhelmed, watching the dance and play of Hannibal's strange irises. Too muddy to be considered a true red, but too much bloody tone was present there to be mistaken for humble earth either.
"Hannibal." the good doctor corrected, leaning in to once again bring their lips so close together Will could feel the heat coming off of them and the play of air mingling with his own. "Please call me Hannibal, sweet William, and tell me what you want."
Swallowing hard, Will's nervous hands found their way around Hannibal's waist, settling on the curve of his hips. "You said you had hoped to accommodate me yourself." Will ventured at last. "I don't believe that's permitted by the board."
"In this case it could be ignored. I am not, or ever was, officially your therapist." Hannibal sighed at Will, letting his disappoint show in his eyes. Will was dancing around the issue, his fear still his dance partner. Hannibal decided it was time for him to cut in and take the lead, with their waltz of words at least. The final bow would have to be left up to Will. "We have conversations, not sessions, so a little unconventional therapy between consenting adults can be allowed."
It was taking everything within him to keep hold of his restraint, waiting for Will to make up his mind and get over his trepidations. Will needed to think that this was his choice before Hannibal could erase all signs of his brother's intrusion upon his property from the creamy skin with his own bold marks.
With a shaky breath Will leaned into the barely there kiss, ghosting a chaste touch of lips against Hannibal's own as he searched sanguine eyes for some sign of approval. Pleased that Will could never cease to amaze him, Hannibal rejoiced in the confirmation when the light touch of a tongue asked for entrance. Opened his mouth, Hannibal wasting no time in reclaiming Will as his own.
Moaned into the kiss, Will tightened his hold on Hannibal's hips as they swayed in place, the last of his apprehension melting away. How often had he fantasized about this, wondering how Hannibal tasted, how he felt moving against him? It made Will greedy for more, leaving off lips to explore a face he had mapped out a long time ago.
"Hannibal." Will mouthed the name against the doctor's strong jaw like a wish left unanswered too long to really be believed when it was granted. Little was left to disbelief though as strong hands found his ass, lifting Will up with ease as he wrapped his legs and arms around Hannibal. They were walked back until Will felt the ladder being pressed into his back. Thick wooden rungs digging into his spine, Will's collar was ripped open with enough force to lose buttons, Hannibal's mouth upon the bruises being badly hidden there.
Crying out from the near violent onslaught, Will felt the sharp pinch of teeth over bruises that only proved to confirm what Will had seen lurking in those maroon eyes and in earlier warnings. Jealous. Hannibal was jealous, the knowledge of it making Will feel lightheaded. The affirmation of it made Will feel powerful, worryingly so as Hannibal bit over every claim made upon Will by Nigel with his own. It hurt more than it should of, Nigel's soft words still lingering in Will's mind. They were quietly said things said in languages Will didn't recognize, but loved to listen to because they sounded so sweet. Will could pretend that someone loved him when he listened to him. They still echoed in his mind like a lost song he couldn't remember all the words to.
This wasn't going to be about love, and Will didn't expect it to be. This was about rectifying slights of one sort or another. Will was aware of that much as one hand found its way into soft ashen hair while the other gripped tight to the rung above him. Finally finding some leverage, Will used it to grind his hips against Hannibal's own, pressing his need into him and ended up feeling an answering hardness in return.
Panting, Hannibal pulled himself back enough to eye his work, taking in the sight of it. The brief pause was worth it though, needy blue eyes staring down at him with the same blazing passion he'd seen them grace Nigel with. Will's pale skin was flushed with arousal, his chest heaving, but unlike the last time he'd caught Will drunk off of lust, this time it was all for him.
"Tell me you have lube." Will gasped as cool hands found their way under his shirt, pushing the cheap fabric up and over his head. Toned pale flesh was revealed, and a nipple captured between warm lips, Hannibal's mouth already upon him. His tender flesh was gently sucking upon before teeth set in, their ends sharp. Like Nigel, Hannibal was a biter, but there was a hunger to it, an edge. Nigel had followed up his little hurts with adorations to soothe Will's skin afterward.
Will couldn't dwell on it for long, one bud switched out for the other. Never idle, Hannibal's fingers took over where his mouth had left off to pinch the abused flesh and keep it stimulated, overly so. He switched from one bud to the other, letting his fingers tweak the abused flesh as Will arched into his mouth with shuttering moans.
"Yes…" Hannibal licked around a hardened nub, letting his fevered gaze seek out Will's lustful own. Desire for him and him alone brewed in those stormy eyes. Will ached for Hannibal's touch, for the release that it would bring.
"…My pocket" Hannibal admitted outright. He had been planning to toy with Will a little while longer, but found he was too impatient for such games. Finding the cool bottle easily enough nestled in the silk lining of his pocket, Hannibal pressed it into Will's hand for his viewing pleasure.
"This isn't lube," Will squinted at the little brown bottle with the fancy label as hands tugged the rough fabric of his khakis down over his hips. Wondering if it was a twin thing or a European thing about using food products as slick, Will wriggled beneath the doctor, feeling a new sense of protest. "This is almond oil!"
"Sweet almond oil." Hannibal corrected, taking the oil back. "Turn around, Will."
Nodding shakily, Will did as he was told, his fingers lacing around the ladder's rungs. Will gulped helplessly at air as his lower half was fully stripped down, Will toeing out of his shoes and sock himself in an effort not to look as ridiculous as he felt. He was naked before he realized Hannibal had yet to take off any of his own clothing. It made Will hunch into the ladder, resting his forehead on a rung. This was about penance as much as it was about reconciliation.
"It is both one of the top oils for massage as well as a lovely salad garnish." Hannibal told Will as he poured a generous amount of the thin yellow liquid into his palm. One hand parting his flesh, Will winced as Hannibal slipped two of his fingers past the tight ring of muscle and straight into him. Grunting, Will could feel his heat clench down hard around upon the intrusion.
"You're prepping me with your dressing?" Will gasped out, arching his back as his body seemed to take the fingers in deeper. Closing his eyes, Will lost himself to the sharp precise movements within him, stretching him.
"Mmmm…" Hannibal hummed, memorizing the sight of Will's spine dipping and curving as he was violated. "You know you left me less than pleased with your little display yesterday..."
Will felt his breath hitch as the talented in everything that he did medical doctor found his prostate with practiced ease, stroking the sensitive gland to make Will buck despite his growing panic.
"I-I'm sorry." Will stammered, voice cut short by another stroke to his sweet spot, making him squirm. Hannibal was being gloriously merciless, putting more fingers into Will to fan them out.
"I would like you to make it up to me, Will." Hannibal purred, stroking Will's bundle of nerves again and again. He intentionally pressed down when he found it, making Will forget to take in air for himself. "I would like you to cum for me."
Confused, blue eyes made glassy looked back to find sanguine, "You want me to cum? But…how's that going to make up for anything? What about you?" Will managed out, rasping the words as he knocked his head against the wood as a fourth finger drove into his oiled heat.
"You have done me a great injustice, Will. Would you truly deny me my request?" The fourth finger had been added too early, creating an aching pressure in Will who was forced to comply. All too eager to please, Will let his head loll about on his shoulders as he took each finger thrust, rolling his hips to help deepen the motion. He greedily took everything that Hannibal offered into him as his touch found their mark again and again.
Quivering, Will nodded, finding it easier to allow himself to succumb to his pleasure than try and fight it. He didn't stand a chance anyway. Hannibal knew what he was doing, was obviously well versed with the human body and how to get the results he wanted from it.
Concentrating on the building pressure in his loins and the all-consuming pleasure filling his core, Will clenched down on another sharp thrust from the doctor and came with a cry, several thick spurts of pleasure striping the ladder as Will found his peak and fell from it.
"Thank you, Will." Hannibal smiled, slipping his fingers out of Will to clean them off with his handkerchief. Leaning in to steal a kiss from soft panting lips, he turned Will back around to lean him up against the ladder. The man was shaky, weak from his previous exhaustion now further complicated with his release. Will gratefully let the ladder take his weight, relaxing into it until he saw Hannibal's face, the cold smile that graced the man's handsome face.
The corners of Hannibal's thin lips were pulled back ever so slightly as he took Will's wrists and raised them over his head, pressing their hold back on the rungs. "Precious William, we're not done yet." he told Will who was still panting for breath. Sudden understanding seemed to light up his tired blue eyes from within as he made his fingers tighten around the rungs again.
"Now…now you'll take your pleasure? Now that I've climaxed, now that I'm tired and over-sensitive." Will groaned as he caught up. He might not be well versed in relationship and intimacy with another person, but he knew enough to get worried. It was only confirmed as he watched Hannibal open his fly to pull out his swollen cock.
As Hannibal advanced upon him, intent clear in mind, Will parted his legs, letting them be drawn up and out to wrap their lengths around a clothed waist. In a single fluid movement, Hannibal pushed his cock into Will's slicked heat, feeling the muscles of his inner sex clench around him with the sudden intrusion.
"Yes." Hannibal said, tasting victory sweet as sin on his tongue. His fingers dug into Will's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he took half a moment to gather himself before pulling out, leaving only his tip in before plunging back in with enough force to bounce Will's back off of the ladder. It drove noises out of Will, abrupt sounds that were ragged and wild. "Hannibal!" Will cried out, quivering at the intensity that exploded within him. Hannibal was nailing his prostate, making his legs quake as the older man pulled himself out again to repeat the harsh treatment over and over. Pleading overcast blue eyes found his own to pull another reptilian smile from the doctor as he snapped his hips. The notes of Will's cry was sweet to his ear.
"After a man has reached orgasm, he is left oversensitive to the touch. Continued manual stimuli can be uncomfortable, sometimes even painful. Not to all though. Some find it pleasurable. Let's find out which you are." Hannibal explained, leaning in to sample Will's intoxicating scent of ecstasy and pain, his own musk mixing with the profiler's to create something enticing and new.
Whimpers poured from Will's quivering lips as Hannibal's thrusts found an even pace within him, each forceful movement into Will's body finding its mark and making him cry, his nails breaking as they tried to make marks into the wooden rung, his grip keeping him aloft.
"You're punishing me," Will could barely manage the words, shaking from the barrage upon his body. A broad tongue laved over a purpling mark left behind by Nigel, Hannibal's own bite mark carved over it.
"Do you know why?" Hannibal asked, sinking his own teeth back into that same mark, deepening his claim upon it.
"Please, Hannibal. I'm sorry!" Will begged, his arms starting to give out on him. He released the thick wood, instantly regretting his decision as gravity took him, driving the doctor in deeper as Will wrapped his arms around Hannibal's neck.
Hannibal drove in again, harder, deeper, faster than before, taking his weight easily while using the ladder's angle to his advantage. "Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry I slept with Nigel!" Will gasped, clenching down as he took all of Hannibal into him. He felt too full, too swollen, too present in the moment. Another snap of hips, and Hannibal had him reeling.
"It is not a performance I would like you to repeat." Hannibal said, his words gentle as he drank in Will's pain. The man was all but screamed, gritting his teeth against the onslaught as Hannibal brought himself closer and closer to his own release. Leaning in, Hannibal licked away the tears that began to trail down Will's cheek.
"It won't happen again. I'm sorry…" Will pleaded and promised with him, desperate to please the sadist beneath him and free himself. As though he flicked a switch, Hannibal's movements shifted, his thrusts taking him to a place just past Will's prostate. The overwhelming stimuli was lessened to more of a feeling of deep fullness as Hannibal's girth continued to shift within, his thrusts taking on a more leisurely pace. Thin lips found Will's mouth, almost like an apology, all soft soothing things that Hannibal usually didn't bother with. It helped ease the panic from Will's body as he took the smooth deep thrusts with ragged gasps until at last Hannibal stilled within him, emptying himself into Will with barely a sound.
"Thank you, Will." Hannibal kissed Will again, gently, slowly, nipping at his bottom lip with muted affection as he let the man catch his breath. Will didn't know if he was being thanked for the fuck or for agreeing not to sleep with Nigel ever again, like that was even a remote possibility. As much as he would like to see him again, the odds of Nigel ever reentering his life, much less become even a minor part of it as a friend of some sort, were slim to none. It was an impossibility, like trying to mold shadows with light and dust motes.
All he cared about now was going home and getting cleaned up. He was sore, tired, and with his and Hannibal's relationship more than less rectified, he felt he deserved a good night's rest. With a clear conscious, he had a feeling that sleep would not elude him, at least tonight.
"So is this my new therapy?" Will asked, couldn't keep himself from doing so. He decided to try for some amount of clarification as a softened member slipped out of him, the doctor carefully lowering Will back to his feet. Brushing back the sweat slicked curls from Will's forehead, Hannibal only smiled in answer. The expression made Will shiver.
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Entering his home with a spring in his step, Hannibal almost felt as alive as he did after hunting, his blood on fire as it pumped through his veins. He felt mentally and physically sated for once. Hannibal felt good, almost in a benevolent enough mood to forgive Nigel for staking a claim on his personal possession. Will truly was something to behold when lost in the throes of lust so he couldn't really blame his twin for having good taste.
Taking off his jacket to fold it neatly over his arm as he loosened his tie, Hannibal entered his sanctuary, "Nigel." Hannibal called out as he entered his kitchen. His twin had been avoiding him for an obvious reason, and that was easy to do in a house this size, but like the tom cat he was, Nigel could always be counted on to show up on time for meals. "I am about to begin dinner. Would you prefer Thai or Italian?"
It was then that Hannibal noticed a piece of paper tastelessly taped to his fridge. Hannibal was irked to see it was the paper he preferred to use for stationary, the quality of it thick and rich to the touch. Peeling the note off of his stainless steel appliance, Hannibal read the one word scrawled across it in sharp cursive, the handwriting so much like his own but not. His fingers curled around the message to savage the paper. If looks could kill, there would have been a fresh cemetery around Hannibal.
'Mine'
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