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Will shuffles his feet awkwardly before making way for Alana to enter the doorway. She looks distinctly uncomfortable, and he isn’t entirely sure that it’s only guilt at not believing his innocence. “Thank you for taking care of my dogs.”
Alana smiles warmly at the mention of his furry friends. “Anytime. Applesauce had a lot of fun with them.” The dogs crowd and leap at Will and he kneels down to give them all a good round of pets and looks up when Alana gasps.
“Will, you, you’re mated?” His hands fly back to rub over the sore spot. “Yes, as a matter of fact, we became mates as of today. Will finally said yes.” Hannibal wipes his hands with his apron, tilts Will’s chin up and gives him a soft kiss. Will watches Alana attempt to hide her frown but the disapproval is rolling off her in waves. Or is it jealousy?
The omega looks into her eyes and his blood runs cold. This explains her expression in court, and the dinner parties Hannibal mentioned while he was incarcerated. Will stands and brushes the fur away as best as he can, and faces Alana. The woman he once liked, and considers a friend.
“Did you fuck Hannibal when I was in prison?”
Hannibal stills behind Will and quietly observes the pair, curiosity keeping him from intervening. Will notes Hannibal's response -or lack there of- as his eyes remain fixed on the beta in front of him. Alana’s eyes dart to Hannibal, seeking help but it's nowhere to be found.
"Will," Alana takes a deep breath, her eyes returning to the omega. "It was a difficult time for us all."
"Seriously?" Will scoffs, rolling his eyes for good measure. “I’m sure hosting lavish dinner parties is just as difficult as being locked away in a fucking basement.”
Alana shifts on her heels, "That’s not-"
"Stop. Avoiding. The question." Will bites, his eyes narrowing as he steps towards Alana, backing her up against the door. Alana's breath hitches, she's never seen the omega like this, no, she's never seen any omega like this.
Hannibal delights in Will's protective, almost feral, state, the omega's instincts kicking in to defend his alpha. “Did you fuck MY MATE,” Will growls. Alana doesn't back down. Her mistake. “What happened between Hannibal and I is none of your concern. He wasn’t your mate."
Will slams his hand against the door, Alana flinching as it lands inches from her face. “Hannibal may not have been my mate yet, but he sure as hell was never going to be yours, Alana.”
“Will.” Hannibal touches Will’ s shoulder, stopping him as Alana fights swelling tears.
"Perhaps we best let Ms. Bloom be on her way and we continue this conversation on our own. Mate to mate.” The last phrase almost calms Will. Almost. He glances at Hannibal and backs away from Alana with a huff, moving himself to the kitchen as Hannibal sees her out.
Alana pauses on the porch with Applesauce by her side and slowly turns to Hannibal, still misty eyed from Will's words. All three of them know the truth within them. "I’m confident Will intended to stop." Hannibal smiles, "He wouldn’t hurt you, no matter how upset he appears."
“But he’ll hurt you, Hannibal. Then you’ll hurt him. I don't know how, but you both will. Your relationship...it's destructive.” Hannibal is quiet as he reflects on her perceptive observation. Alana soon continues, breaking the silence, “Could I have ever truly understood you?”
“No.” Hannibal doesn't miss a beat, the alpha knowing there was never room in his heart for Alana, she served her purpose. Alana leaves without another word nor glance at Hannibal, yet he still takes note of a single tear running down her cheek as she turns away.
Hannibal returns inside to find Will in the kitchen pouring himself a whiskey, clearly out of habit. “Will, stop. Think of our pup,” Hannibal gently places his hand over his omega's. Will yanks his hand away and moves to the other side of the kitchen. “Why did you stop me?”
“As I said, for our pup.”
”No, with HER," Will scoffs, unable to control his jealousy. Hannibal steps closer, the hurt in Will's eyes growing as the rage subsides. “I didn't want you to do anything you might regret.”
“I wouldn’t regret that,” Will bites back, keeping his distance from the alpha. "Other things…” Will whispers to himself as he gently rubs his nape, the mating mark still fresh. Hannibal's speechless, Will’s words gutting him like a knife, their implication clear.
Will’s grief washes over him like a tidal wave. Beneath the anger and jealousy, Hannibal senses self-doubt. As though Will still thinks he does not belong here. “It was a short affair, not worthy of mentioning. Alana has never been worthy of being my mate.”
Will whirls around and flings the glass of whiskey at Hannibal, who dodges in time as the glass shatters behind him. “NOT WORTHY OF MENTIONING? You were only sorry you got caught! I know why you refused to tell me, you were bitterly jealous of the alphas in BSHCI, weren’t you?”
Hannibal’s eyes turn cold at the mention of them. “Quid pro quo, my love.”
Will’s eyes well up with angry tears and backs away as his mate takes a quiet step forward. “The alphas who took advantage of me in prison? The prison that YOU sent me to? And you had the audacity to be angry about me trying to survive it! Well done, Hannibal. You sure showed me.”
Will sobs, rubbing his palms over his eyes to stem the flow of tears. “You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. Congratulations, you have succeeded. You managed to take my only remaining ‘friend’ from me now too. And of course she is still only concerned about you to the end.”
Will grabs a knife from the rack and Hannibal stills. “I do not regret us becoming mates, Will. If hurting me will absolve me of this, then I shall be content to let you cut me.”
Will lets out a broken laugh, and all Hannibal wants to do is to crush him in his arms and tell Will that he is the only one who has ever mattered.
“No, physical wounds mean nothing to you.” Will whispers. He sweeps his hair aside and places the blade above the mating mark. “I am going to set us free.”
Hannibal's eyes narrow and he quickly closes the distance between them, crossing the kitchen in a single stride. He swiftly grabs the blade and cornering Will against the counter before the omega can even register what is happening, the alpha’s reflexes proving too quick.
Will winces, struggles in Hannibal’s firm grasp. “Let. Me. Go!” he thrashes, trying to break away from the alpha. As Will squirms and bucks, the blade digs into Hannibal’s hand, his grip tightening to prevent Will from bringing the knife any closer to his mark.
“Will.”
Will stills at Hannibal’s voice, his tone stern yet laced with worry. Will's eyes flick to Hannibal's arm, his breath hitching as he notices a stream of red trickling down from his palm. Will silently releases his grip on the knife, still overwhelmed with emotion.
Hannibal takes the knife and places it on the counter, pushing it out of Will’s reach as he keeps Will cornered. Hannibal brings his arm to his mouth and Will watches, dazed, as Hannibal's tongue trails up his forearm, cleaning the blood up to the cut on his palm.
Will's eyes lock with Hannibal's, Will swallowing audibly as the alpha’s amber orbs flash red.
'He’s pissed.'
“As I said, Will." Hannibal takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm for his -and Will's- sake. "Alana was neither worthy of mentioning nor of becoming my mate.”
Will refuses to back down, his breath heavy as he glares at the alpha, still straining in his hold. "I shall not ‘let you go’ metaphorically or literally until we discuss this matter further." Hannibal continues, "It is not solely your life or mine we must consider anymore.”
“Leave…” Will says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“We aren’t finish-”
“I said leave .” Will bites back. “I need time to think and I can’t do that with you in my head.” Hannibal quietly watches the omega and sighs, his eyes softening as he releases Will and backs away.
“I shall give you the space you desire.” Hannibal glances towards the counter. “Can I trust you not to make any rash decisions before we discuss further?”
Will follows Hannibal's gaze towards the knife, recalling the dramatic display. Will knows it was a bit much, but he needed Hannibal to understand the severity of the situation and Will’s feelings, even if the omega can’t properly explain them yet.
“Yes," he replies, folding his arms across his chest. Hannibal trusts Will's word and grabs his coat, heading for the door.
Will stays in the kitchen, his eyes glued to the alpha as he silently stalks towards the door, the dogs bustling around his feet. Hannibal isn't in a hurry as he moves, he walks carefully and cautiously as if waiting for Will to change his mind like they both wish he would.
Will would love nothing more than to be wrapped in his alpha’s arms again. But it's those very arms that have killed for Will, held Will, and now held Alana.
What did he call her? What sweet lies did he whisper? Will shudders, quickly pushing the thoughts from his mind.
“Hannibal,” Will calls just as the alpha steps through the door. “3 days.“ Hannibal quietly nods and exits the home, Will sinking to the floor as the Bentley disappears down the driveway. Winston joins him in an attempt to comfort Will as he quietly repeats, "3 days..."
Will covers his face with his hands and cries. Winston whines, sensing his owner’s distress, and the rest form a furry circle around Will, content to simply lay near him. ‘So pathetic,’ Will thinks. ‘You should know better than to trust the likes of him.’
‘But didn’t you egg him on as well? Taunting him with the other alphas? Even sending Matthew to kill him?’
‘He put me in prison!’
‘And he got you out. Defended you. Bonded you.’
Tired of arguing with himself, Will roughly rubs away the tears and spots the broken shards from the whiskey glass that he threw at Hannibal earlier. He briefly contemplates cutting his wrists and be done with it, and rubs his stomach wistfully.
‘But it’s not just me anymore, is it?’
Will cleans up the mess and finishes making the dinner that Hannibal had left in the kitchen mid-prep, before he was interrupted. He packs the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow. He huddles with his dogs and falls into a fitful slumber.
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The next morning, Will is woken up by the incessant knocking and opens the door to find a line of couriers waiting, armed with boxes. “Good morning, Mr Graham.” Will shakes his head, eyes squinting in the sun.
“I didn’t order anything.” The couriers laugh.
“They’re gifts, Mr Graham. Please sign here!”
Will nudges all the boxes into the living room with his feet and sits down to slice them open with a penknife and gets hit in the face by a pillow bouncing out. Weighted blankets and cushions in the softest material and earth colors, perfect for nesting. And they all smell like Hannibal. He must have scented them first.
Will nuzzles a knitted blanket and opens the final package. They contain about a week’s worth of meals, all neatly portioned, labelled and ready to be consumed once heated up.
‘ Still thinking about us ,’ Will muses, wondering how his mate is coping at home. Will heats up the ratatouille and spends the rest of the evening arranging his bed, curling up in the swaths of fabric, and the smoky scent of his mate lulling him to sleep.
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Will wakes up angry the next day. The hurt and rage of Hannibal’s betrayal boils to the surface and Will wonders if this is mate’s way of bribing him like how an Alpha woos an Omega to a life of subservience. Perhaps he should cut up the blankets and mail them back to Hannibal. Will rolls onto his stomach and inhales deeply and sighs. The bed now smells like both of them and it is so comfortable .
‘Keeping it does not mean he has accepted Hannibal anyway,’ Will decides.
He checks his phone to find two messages, all from Jack. One wishing him a speedy recovery and the other, that he has his job back at the FBI Academy and he would like to see Will first thing next week. Will turns off his phone with a sigh. There will be no messages from Hannibal, he would honor the three-day promise. As for Alana, their friendship is as good as gone. “Home wrecker,” Will mutters spitefully.
The dogs are ecstatic to be out in the woods with Will, running and playing with each other in the plot of land. Will sits by the stream with his lunch and dips his toes into the cool water. Perhaps he should fish tomorrow. Will lies on the blanket and enjoys the sounds of the forest.
“Darling?”
Will whips his head around to see Hannibal at the altar, a graven skull beneath his feet. “Hannibal.” His mate strides over and wraps his strong arms around Will, nuzzling into his neck. “I’ve missed you, my dear boy.” Will’s sighs. “I know. Me too.”
It’s somehow easier to admit it here.
“Will you wait for me?” Will quizzes, staring into his mate’s red-tinged eyes. “Or have you already invited Alana back into your bed?” Hannibal snarls and nips at Will’s earlobe. “A word from you, my love, and I will locate a recipe just for her .” Hannibal tangles his fingers into Will’s hair and pulls his head back, baring the omega’s neck. “There has only ever been you, Will.” He dips his head for a frantic kiss.
Will opens his eyes and finds himself by the steam, now reflecting light from the setting sun. He whistles for the dogs. “Let’s go home!”
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Will wakes up to knocking. Again. Is this Hannibal’s way of tormenting him? He can’t even let his mate sleep in. He opens the door and a sweet, earthy scent hits his nose. The courier’s head can be barely seen and he is currently juggling a couple of packages as well as a vase of flowers. Will places the flowers on the kitchen counter and assesses the boxes.
Today’s gifts come in the form of two green boxes, beautifully wrapped in a gold satin ribbon. There is also a card beneath one of the ribbons. He opens the envelope.
Dearest Will,
I hope this finds you in good health, and that you are taking care of yourselves. The purple hyacinths should compliment your home either nicely, and don’t they smell heavenly?
To see the world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wildflower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
I sincerely wish that we can forgive each other our trespasses, and that we may be together once more. A place has been made for us in this world.
Love, Always.
Hannibal
Will puts down the letter with a soft sigh. He looks up the meaning of the flowers.
Purple Hyacinths - Sorrow, gratitude and a plea for forgiveness .
Will smiles wistfully, his anger having abated somewhat after the release of tears and restful sleep the previous nights. He is still angry, but he also knows Hannibal is not someone who goes through this effort to court someone he does not intend to live with.
He lifts the lid off one box and laughs. Hannibal has sent him a range of fishing lures. Ironic, coming from the man who used Will’s own lures against him. Will wonders if the other box contains lures too. He opens it and suddenly forgets to breathe.
It is a pair of baby mittens.
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“3 days.“ Hannibal grips the doorknob tighter and quietly nods, exiting Will’s home without further protest. ‘3 days.’ He steps out onto the porch and takes deep breath, fighting every urge to rush back in to comfort his distressed omega, Will’s pheromones practically tangible.
On the long drive home, Hannibal puts together a mental list of all the proper materials a pregnant omega needs along with notable amenities missing in Will’s home. Hannibal's grips the wheel tighter, his frustration growing with every mile so he exits early for a quick stop.
He needs to make sure his omega is not only comfortable and safe in his absence, but also well fed. Fight or not, Hannibal isn't going to let Will starve; he'll provide for his omega at any cost. After the pit stop, Hannibal collects their ingredients and ventures home.
Hannibal stays up late into the night and prepares a variety of meals along with some vegetarian options for his mate. Before retiring for the evening, he orders a few additional items online and schedules for the meals to be picked up and delivered the following morning.
Hannibal sets his tablet aside and turns off the study light with a sigh, one night already taking its toll.
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‘3 days.’
The words echo throughout the halls of Hannibal’s mind palace as he toys with a pencil, his thoughts consumed by his mate and their separation.
Hannibal furrows his brow as he watches the delivery tracker update ever so slowly and closes the tab once the items show as signed for. Hannibal sits back in his chair, uncharacteristically upset. He hasn't felt this perturbed since Gideon took credit for the Ripper's crimes.
Hannibal is stunned, no other person would dare speak to him in such a way, so rudely. But then again, Will was no ordinary person which is one of the many reasons Hannibal desired and cared for him so. Hannibal replays the last few months in his mind, searching for a solution.
As much as it pained him, putting Will in prison was necessary. 'But was sleeping with Alana?' Hannibal ponders. 'Or Will sleeping with those lesser alphas?' Hannibal growls, the pencil snapping in his hand. Like many things between him and Will, the situation is complicated.
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The next morning, Hannibal drafts a few texts between appointments but all remain unsent. He knows it’s too soon to contact Will -more than he already has- and fears he may push his omega further away. Each digital message grows more tempting to send, so he switches to analog.
Hannibal expresses himself in one last handwritten note to Will and stores it in his desk if, no, until the right moment arises.
He returns home and heads straight to the shower to unwind. Steam pours out of the stall behind him as a familiar scent catching his attention.
Hannibal spins and finds the shirt he had been last worn at Will's tossed over the back of his chaise. Hannibal takes the garment and sniffs, relishing the scent laced within it's fibers. Hannibal growls lowly as Not only Will's essence fills his senses, but theirs .
Hannibal curses himself for being no better than a love-sick teen and tosses the shirt into the hamper as he rests on the bed. He groans as his hands slowly travel down his chest and body, the faint scent of his mate enough to stir his desire and go straight to his groin.
Hannibal cleans himself up after relieving his frustration and chuckles knowing Will would delight in the effect he has over the older man even miles away. He then makes a quick meal and prepares one more delivery for the following day, a few more ideas coming to him as he eats.
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On the final day, Hannibal watches the delivery tracker once more; this time from the comfort of his home yet with each passing stop he grows more restless, doubt seeping in. Perhaps his most recent gifts were too excessive, Will had always preferred simpler gestures.
The packages include a set of lures for Will, handmade of course, with enough a smaller set for their child should Will desire to teach them as he once did with Abigail before her passing. Another action, though necessary like many others, Hannibal wishes to make amends for.
Along with the fishing lures are a small pair of baby mittens, not unlike ones he once dressed Mischa in, his younger sister fighting him every step of the way. Hannibal smiles softly to himself as he reminisces, the chiming of the clock breaking him from his somber thoughts.
He watches the hands tick by, pondering Will's words once more, uncertain if his omega meant three full days apart or if Hannibal could return on the third day. Hannibal decides to try his luck and return to Will today, the alpha hoping his gifts were well received.
Hannibal grabs his coat and reschedules his afternoon appointments, Will and their child his top priority. As he speeds towards Will, he can't help but worry about his mate and the pup. Did Will eat the food or throw it away just to spite Hannibal? How far would he go?
He arrives and swiftly heads towards the house as he notices a strange yet familiar scent. He knocks but there's no answer. He confirms Will's car is present and knocks again, the dogs now whining inside. He knocks one final time, his alpha instincts kicking in to overdrive.
“Will if you're in there-” Hannibal stills, a response coming in no more than a whisper. “Alpha...”
"Stay clear of the door," Hannibal growls as he braces against the door. Hannibal knocks the door down and is relieved to find Will in his nest, but his worry soon returns.
Hannibal rushes to Will's side, his fears becoming a reality. "H-Hannibal?" Will groans as his body shakes, the separation taking not only an emotional but physical toll on the younger man. "It's okay, my love. I'm here." Hannibal whispers, taking Will into his arms.
"Hannibal..." Will whispers as he instinctively nuzzles against the alpha and his soothing pheromones.
"You'll be okay, I pro-" Hannibal pauses, the breath leaving his lungs as he sees a familiar fabric clutched tightly in Will's hands against the omega's chest.
Baby mittens.
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Hannibal rubs his cheek against Will’s curls, takes a deep whiff and smells his mate’s ache. Heartache from his deception, and the physical pain of being apart immediately after mating.
“I should not have left you, darling,” Hannibal says mournfully, rocking Will slightly. “I’ve missed you so much, tesoro.”
Will lets out a hitched sob and clutches the mittens closer. “Our baby…”
“Will be loved by us. And they will have the world,” Hannibal vows. “Trust me.” Will’s eyes snap up to meet his mate’s at his words, tear tracks drying on his cheeks. The person suit is useless now that they have bonded, and Hannibal feels completely bared in front of his omega.
Will searches their link for signs of deceit and finds only deep affection, sincerity and a fiery need to provide for his family.
And love .
“I do. Trust you.” Will whispers, nosing the alpha’s jaw and rubbing his scent all over him. Hannibal immediately relaxes into the nest and throws a leg over Will’s hip to press them even closer. “I saw you, in Palermo. Waiting for me. For us.”
Will rolls the alpha on his back and straddles him before sprawling gracelessly over him, scenting the mittens once more before rubbing them over Hannibal’s collar. Satisfied that the precious article of clothing now smells like both of them, Will places them aside and looks down at Hannibal. “Did you mean what you said there?”
Hannibal gives his mate an inscrutable look, and then blinks slowly. “How can you tell if it were truly me, or if it was your mind playing tricks on you?”
Will scoffs and sits up to yank at Hannibal’s tie, tightening it slowly. Testing his boundaries, as always. “You never call me darling in my dreams. Just Will.” Will tilts his head when his mate controls his breathing with shallow intakes of air. The tie slides up a little bit more.
“ Carne guisada .”
“What was that?”
“The recipe, darling.” Hannibal murmurs, his voice rasping as he chokes. His hands holding Will tenderly, thumbs still rubbing slow circles on the omega’s hips. “Just say the word.”
Will bends down and swallows Hannibal’s choked breath with a kiss.
The men groan in unison, electricity shooting through their bodies as their lips connect. The miles and hours apart taking their toll. Hannibal slides his hands from Will’s hips along his back, holding Will closer as Will tugs on his tie, pulling Hannibal closer in turn.
Hannibal swallows Will's soft moans as their tongues dance, the omega desperately craves more from the alpha. Will breaks away breathlessly licking his glistening lips before Hannibal captures his lips once more, their passion palpable as their need to consume the other grows.
Will mewls as Hannibal trails his hands from Will's back to his chest and curls his fingers under Will's collar, ripping the tee shirt in two with ease. Will gasps as the cool air hits him, arching towards Hannibal in search of warmth as the scraps of fabric fall to the floor.
Hannibal traces over Will's chest as their tongues wrestle, the feel of the alpha's large hands setting Will's skin on fire. Will tugs the tie tighter, hoisting Hannibal into an upright position as the alpha growls beneath him, Will once again testing his limits.
Will purrs and shifts in Hannibal's lap as he nuzzles against Hannibal's cheek, calming the alpha. Will swiftly removes Hannibal's tie as Hannibal scents him in turn, the omega's pheromones alarmingly intoxicating to Hannibal after so many days apart from his mate.
Hannibal moves back and positions himself against the wall with Will securely in his lap. Will grinds down, Hannibal's cock grinding against his ass as Will makes short work of the doctor's shirt and vest. “What did I say about wearing all these fucking layers?” Will quips.
Will smirks, biting his lip as he slides Hannibal's shirt from his shoulders, exposing his muscular neck. Will buries his face in Hannibal's neck, scenting him again as Hannibal gropes him through his shorts and traces a finger over Will's hole, slick soaking his boxers.
“Will.” Hannibal groans, prompting his mate to hurry as his urges grow harder to control. “Like you need my help or permission. What of my poor shirt?” Will teases against Hannibal’s ear, smirking as he continues with a whisper. “Come on, Alpha. Show me how much you missed me.”
“Wil-NGH!” Hannibal calls, his voice caught in his throat as Will sinks his fangs into the alpha’s neck. Fire fills their veins as the omega's bite further secures their bond. Will relishes Hannibal's stunned state and kisses the mark, licking his blood-stained lips clean.
Hannibal's eyes flash crimson as his body registers Will's action faster than his mind. Will’s bite seals their bond but, more importantly, it signifies Will's complete trust and commitment to Hannibal. Now, not only did Will belong to Hannibal but he belonged to Will.
“Speechless, hmmm? Did I break you, Doct-ah!” Will gasps as Hannibal takes him by the curls and yanks his head to the side. “Cunning boy.” Hannibal growls as he noses the nape of Will's neck, taking one long inhale before biting Will in over his previous mark. Hard.
Will shudders, blood spilling from the fresh wound down his body as Hannibal digs his fangs further reopening the mark. “A-Alpha...” Will whimpers, breathless as Hannibal releases his neck from his hold and licks Will's wound gently and holds Will flush against his chest.
Hannibal captures Will in a heated kiss, each tasting copper on the other's tongue as they bask in the glow of their fresh marks and their fresh start. Will slowly rolls his hips, his slick coated shorts gliding over Hannibal’s straining cock.
Will’s hands trace down Hannibal's chest and fumble with his belt, his head feeling light as he's distracted by Hannibal nipping and licking at his mouth.
“Fuck-” Will pants as he manages to break away from Hannibal only for the alpha to hungrily pull him back.
Just as Will gets Hannibal's belt undone, Hannibal takes Will by the hips and tears his boxers from his body. Will groans as his straining erection is freed from it's cotton prison, his cock leaking against Hannibal's stomach as he takes Hannibal's pulsing cock into his hands.
Without a word, Hannibal lifts Will and guides him to his knees. Will takes his cue and positions himself on Hannibal's cock, Hannibal swallowing will moans as he slowly slides down. Will sinks lower with a long groan, his heat engulfing Hannibal as his cock splits Will in two.
Tears pool in Will's eyes as he bottoms out, the pain and pleasure perfectly mixing together in a way only Hannibal can provide. Will rocks his hips, bounding as he holds onto Hannibal's shoulders. Hannibal moans beneath him, his hands guide and dig into Will’s hips.
Hannibal watches Will through a crimson gaze, love and lust filling his eyes. “Beautiful,” Hannibal purrs, pulling Will impossibly further down onto his cock.
“M-More! Alpha!” Will cries, his head falling back as the pair increases their pace.
Hannibal bites and marks Will’s chest, tugging each nipple between his sharp teeth as the omega whines above him. “Hannibal- Ooh fuck!” Will moans as Hannibal adjusts their angle, his cock skillfully assaulting Will’s prostate with every thrust.
Will feels the heat of orgasm coiling deep within his stomach, Hannibal's knot beginning to swell and teasing against his rim. “Knot me,” Will whispers, nipping Hannibal's ear as he grinds down with encouragement. Hannibal stalls their movements with a growl.
“Not yet.”
“Hannibal!” Will whines in protest as he tries to move against Hannibal’s iron hold to no avail. “Fuck, Hannibal! I need it!” Will groans with growing frustration.
“Tell me, how much you need it, darling.” Hannibal teases with a purr.
“Ugh! now is not the time, Hann-!”
"𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖." Hannibal commands, his alpha voice sending a shock through Will's body as he can't help but comply. “I ache for you, Hannibal." Will pleads. "I need you like I need air. Let me feel you, all of you-ahhhh!” he screams as Hannibal pulls him down over his knot.
Tears stream down Will’s cheeks as he comes with a shout, his body trembling as he coats Hannibal’s stomach. Hannibal growls as Will’s body clamps around him, the alpha now chasing his own release. Hannibal comes and bites Will’s shoulder with a growl.
Will moans as Hannibal kisses and cleans the marks across Will's skin as he continues to fill Will with each roll of his hips. Will combs his hands through Hannibal’s hair as they ride out their orgasms together, the omega longing for any contact his mate will provide.
Hannibal gently positions him and Will on their side, the pair still connected as he peppers kisses over Will’s moist curls. Will smiles softly, feeling at home in Hannibal's arms as the alpha gently traces over his stomach. “We’re okay." Will whispers. "Now that you’re here.”
Hannibal protectively holds Will close and nuzzles his nape, the mysterious scent from earlier nearly gone but Hannibal still holds his mate close, not taking any chances. Suddenly, Will’s phone rings. “They can wait.” Will sighs, relaxing into Hannibal's embrace.
Will lets the call go to voicemail. Then another. And another. “Fuck-” Will groans, reaching for his phone just as Hannibal’s knot finally deflates and releases Will. Hannibal holds Will by the waist as he sits up to answer the call, sighing when he sees the caller ID.
“When I call I expect you to answer.” The voice barks, Hannibal certain of the caller's identity based solely on Will’s disdain as the omega massages the bridge of his nose. “You said to call Monday, Jack.” Will groans, his frustration palpable. “What could be so fu-”
“It’s Dolarhyde, Will.” Jack interrupts, his tone firm as he wastes no time with pleasantries. “He’s escaped."