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Will had never felt as alive, as true to himself, as he did when he and Hannibal hunted together. The first time with Ingram had been messy, it had been primal and full of an empathetic rage that Will had allowed to take him over. It had been laughably easy to track the man down, to steal him away along with his passport and enough personal items to stage an apparent fleeing of the country. They had dropped him off at the edge of the woods and then followed him through the trees, tracking their prey like a true hunt.
Finding him the second and final time hadn’t been any more difficult than taking him had; he hadn’t taken to heart their warning that no one but them would hear his cries for help.
Will had lost time for part of the process after they descended upon Ingram, blinking back into existence with Hannibal whispering into his ear that it was done. He’d looked down at his body and the distance he’d always felt was suddenly erased; he felt wholly and truly himself, covered up to his elbows in blood and with his hands still deeply sunken inside of the disgusting man that lay beneath him. The body already cooling in death and his eyes were lanced with burst spider-web fine veins from when Will had had his hands wrapped around his neck. Before simply choking him hadn’t been enough and he’d needed to be inside.
The blood was so dark it looked black against his skin, against the moonlight soaked ground around them. Like ink or tar rather than the life giving substance that had pumped rabbit fast through Ingram’s body only moments before.
His death meant nothing, Will realized in the still air of the night. Will didn’t feel vengeful. Didn’t feel like a wrathful god meting out justice to the wicked for their crimes. The man's death did nothing to absolve Peter of the crimes he’d already been falsely convicted of.
But still, Will felt alive. More and more so as the life beneath him continued to slip away, to seep into the cold earth under his knees.
Hannibal was on him suddenly, his chest and stomach pressed to Will’s back where they knelt, and Will could feel the man’s arousal, insistent in the small of his back, almost lewd. They were both covered in blood and organ matter, and Will decided he didn’t care.
“Daddy,” he whimpered, trying to turn to meet Hannibal’s gaze.
“No, darling,” Hannibal murmured into his neck before sucking a soft kiss into his flesh. “Stay just like this.”
Hannibal’s hands slipped around to Will’s front, one splayed across his chest to pull him back into his solid warmth, the other snaking down to palm at Will’s own hardness between his legs. He hadn’t even realized -
“Just like this,” Hannibal murmured again against the shell of his ear before running his tongue along it. “Let me touch you while you look at what you’ve done.”
“Oh, God -” Will whimpered, dropping his head back to rest upon Hannibal’s shoulder. His hips were in motion before he even realized what he was doing, grinding up into the hand that worked him through his jeans.
“What a beautiful, vicious thing you’ve turned out to be. So hungry for the kill, for blood.” Hannibal praised lowly, began rocking his own hips to seek friction against the younger man. “For me.” He gave the considerable arousal tenting Will’s pants a firm squeeze, pulling another whimper from his boy. “You’ve made your Daddy very proud, sweet boy. Lovely Will.”
Will was panting at this point, writhing desperately into the contact of Hannibal’s hand and his solid cock rutting against his ass. “Want more,” Will moaned.
Hannibal wasn’t certain if Will was seeking more contact with him or more blood to shed. He decided that it was both and rumbled his approval with a low growl at Will’s ear.
“I shall give you everything, my marvellous boy,” Hannibal promised him, increasing the pace of his hand on Will’s groin. “We will hunt down those that offend you and bathe in their blood, twist their hideous, abhorrent souls into something transcendent and pure. We will feast on their flesh as gods among men and every night I will spread you out beneath me and lay worship to the one being that knows me, sees me.”
“Oh God, Oh fuck Daddy -” Will whined and stiffened, his body going rigid as his cock pulsed his release into his pants. He sighed and sagged back against Hannibal, soft babbling spilling from his lips. Hannibal caught words akin to good and thank you; he urged Will’s head to tip back farther so that he could bring their lips together.
When his boy had seemingly caught his breath, he turned in Hannibal’s arms, pressing close to nuzzle into Hannibal’s neck with a contented sigh. He ran his hands over Hannibal’s broad chest, down his sides, moved to palm at Hannibal’s own hardness for a moment before his fingers set to undoing his fly.
“Let me,” Will murmured softly into his neck between brief, lazy kisses. “Let me take care of you, Daddy.”
Hannibal considered denying him until he could get him home, spread him out as he’d just promised to always do, a worshipful supplicant and demanding god all in one. But he found himself simply unable to resist the desperation in Will’s eyes, in his scent. It smelled sharp, like spruce wood and fresh matches. Dangerous and all-consuming.
“Go ahead, darling boy,” Hannibal leaned back, blood seeping into the knees of his pants as he spread his thighs to accommodate Will. There was blood everywhere, his boy had been beautifully unencumbered in his viciousness, his beast demanding a blood sacrifice that he took with an almost preternatural calm for the level of violence he enacted on his chosen victim.
Hannibal watched as Will trembled before him, his body a live-wire of need, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, pushing him to more and now. His arms were covered in blood, his clothes ruined as he’d refused to wear one of the protective coverings Hannibal had offered, had demanded to feel every moment, every inch of skin against skin. He had blood splattered across his cheekbones, his hair was damp with blood and sweat, his curls plastered to his forehead and temples. He’d never looked more beautiful.
Will shuffled forward on his knees, closing the remaining distance as he managed to get Hannibal’s cock free from the confines of his clothing, his mouth immediately warm and wet around him as he sank down nearly to the base. Hannibal could feel his nose brush against his pubic bone and he moaned when Will gagged violently in his enthusiasm.
“Slow down, mano mielasis, there is no rush,” Hannibal wound the fingers of his right hand into Will’s soaked hair, pulling him off his cock long enough for a bruising kiss that tasted of salt and iron, Will still with blood on his teeth from his kill.
Will pulled free soon enough and went back to his task, taking Hannibal with a bit more finesse this time, tonguing along the head and then licking a wet trail down his shaft, swirling around his balls before coming back up again and wrapping his lips tightly around him, sucking several harsh sucks at the tip before guiding himself down to the base again.
Hannibal groaned, his thighs tense with desire, his entire body felt raw and open in a way he’d never allowed himself to be with another. None had been worthy before Will. “That’s it, darling boy. So good for me,” Hannibal rasped, letting his fingers slide through Will’s tangled curls once more.
Will let out a pleased hum at the praise, adding his hand to tease the base of Hannibal’s shaft as he focused his attention on the cockhead once more. Will’s dark eyes glanced up to him, then; wide, wild and ravenous. A crippling need slammed through Hannibal and he came with a groan, spilling down his marvellous boy’s throat as Will drank down Hannibal’s release with another sound of rapturous approval.
He was licking into Hannibal’s mouth once again almost as soon as he released his cock, adding the taste of Hannibal’s release to their blood-tinged kisses. They parted several long moments later, forced to rely on air to fuel their lungs regardless of how inhuman they felt. Will trembled in Hannibal’s arms and turned his eyes upon the mess they had made of Clark Ingram. The body could be moved away and disposed of easily enough, but they would require a substantial amount of dirt to cover the blood-soaked earth.
“I felt like a lost time again, just for a minute,” Will mumbled as he glanced down to hands stained with blood and dirt. He did and didn’t have a vague memory of tearing into the man’s stomach like an animal as Ingram had screamed and writhed against Hannibal’s iron grip. He didn’t feel as though he should know the weight of a human heart in his palm, nor how it felt to squeeze the tough muscle until its chambers collapsed, but he did.
“The combined adrenaline and euphoria could produce such an effect, make you feel hazy or intoxicated. Nothing to concern yourself with, dear boy.”
But it did concern Will, because it was a memory that he’d wanted to keep. One of few in his life, though since meeting Hannibal that number had been rapidly growing. He would never have this night, clear and pristine in the halls of his memory palace the way that Hannibal would. Instead, it would elude him, the barest formed concept slipping across the edges of his mind like the contents of a dream diluted and, eventually, extinguished by wakefulness. And that didn’t sit right with Will at all.
“Tell me there’ll be another one,” Will entreated softly. Hannibal’s hand cradling his jaw, still so warm despite the chilly evening air of the woods, brought Will’s gaze back to him. Will’s stomach clenched at the fond smile that twisted Hannibal’s lips, the unrestrained pride that glinted in his eyes.
“Sweet Will,” Hannibal murmured, leaned forward to press a kiss to Will’s forehead. “There will be as many as you desire.”
He wasn’t surprised by the answer; his Daddy always seemed to know exactly what Will needed, after all.