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The three of them walked towards the mansion. Will wondered what they must look like, a skinny, pale brunet flanked by two Black Kaisers? He shook off the thought and continued inside.
Upstairs in Blut's old office were a group of people in sunglasses and sharp suits, arguing over how to distribute the company among them. They all fell silent as the three entered the room.
"Who are you?" the woman demanded. She seemed to be in charge of the group, in a smart suit and straight black hair.
Will smiled at them pleasantly, using his Hannibal impression again. "We're the owners of Damocles. And I would like to thank you for cleaning up the bodies, but you can go now."
The group all frowned as the woman scoffed. "Mr. Blut is dead," she said, rather acidly, "and he had no heir, so the company has no owner. We have decided that-"
"Well, undecide it," Will said, holding out a paper.
"What's this?" The woman asked tartly, not happy about being cut off like that.
"It's the contract, signed by this man," Will indicated Duncan, "the Black Kaiser," he gave them a moment for that to sink in, "and the previous owner, Mr. Blut. Clause four, section two, states that if Blut were to lose his life at the undersigned's hand, the company would fall to him. Seeing as the Kaiser here was so kind as to remove Blut's head from his shoulders, I'd say that's about it." Will smiled at them again. "You can go now," he repeated.
The woman read the paper before looking at Will, her eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses as if trying to come up with a counter. When none came to her, she handed the paper back and turned, marching out briskly.
“That was easier than expected,” Duncan said, watching them go from one of the windows.
Will sighed, sitting down and running a hand over his face, obviously rattled by talking to a group like that. "Believe it or not, Duncan, you have a reputation. I doubt they’d try anything if you're involved…"
Duncan shook his head, but didn’t comment. He looked back into the room, watching Hannibal wander around slowly, appreciating the art and weaponry in the room.
"Oh, welcome back, sir," came a soft voice from the door. The elderly secretary entered, carrying a tray. "Would anyone like some coffee?"
Duncan smiled. “Thank you, Doris.”
The woman set down the tray on the table. "Is there anything else I can help with right now, sir?"
“Nothing phases you, huh?” Duncan asked with a chuckle.
“When you’ve worked for this place as long as I have, little will,” she said with a wink.
“I think that’ll be all for now,” Duncan said. “We know where to find you if we need anything.”
"Very good," Doris said, nodding. She smiled at them all before moving out to her desk.
Will moved over to Hannibal, looking at the weapon’s display he was looking at. “You don’t like this plan much, do you?” he asked softly.
Hannibal rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to determine if I pushed you so far that you’ve lost your mind entirely,” he admitted. “The Will I met would never have considered taking over an assassination business.”
“The Will you met died many times over, Hannibal,” Will retorted. "You saw to that much."
Hannibal’s eyes fell, and he looked ashamed. Whether that was just his mask, or if he truly felt it, it was hard for Will to tell anymore. “You love him,” he observed, glancing toward Duncan, “and he loves you.”
Will looked at Duncan. "Yes…" he said softly, feeling a smile tug at his mouth before looking back at Hannibal, "and?"
“I’m trying to convince myself that our tea cup will never regather itself,” Hannibal said. “I’m trying to find my next move on a chessboard that no longer interests me because I can never maneuver my way back into your good graces.” He shook his head, straightening again. “I’m trying to decide what to do with my life, Will.”
Will looked at the weapons again. "Have you tried?"
Hannibal let out a slow sigh. “There has been little time to do anything,” he admitted. “Between tracking you down, finding you missing…”
Will shrugged slightly. "I haven't noticed you trying, so have you tried to ‘maneuver your way back into my good graces’?" He touched the glass of the case gently. "Kintsugi… has worked in the past…" He looked up at Hannibal again and smiled ever so slightly. "Guess the ball’s in your court."
Hannibal looked at him, disbelief plain. “You’re encouraging me to pull you away from a relationship you are clearly happy in?”
Will shook his head slightly. "No, I don't want you to pull me away, but you can come closer…"
Hannibal studied his face for a long time. “I am… not the best at sharing, Will.”
“Well, that’s your options,” Will said bluntly. “You can learn to live with being one part of my life, or you can go back to living it without me.”
Hannibal’s mouth opened, but he didn’t speak, seeming shocked.
Will turned and moved back to the table where Duncan now sat.
Duncan pushed a cup of coffee toward Will. “You told him?”
Will sighed. “Ya. Not sure if he’ll go for polyamory, but I gave him an ultimatum.” He looked at Duncan. “I’m not leaving you. If he can’t deal with that, it’s not my problem anymore.”
Duncan brushed back some of Will’s curls, his thumb brushing away a tear he hadn’t realized he’d shed. “I know how much he means to you. I hope he chooses your happiness. I always will.”
Will smiled. "I know… thank you, Duncan."
Duncan leaned forward, his arm going around Will’s waist to pull him gently into his lap, nuzzling his nose into Will’s neck. Will hummed happily, relaxing in Duncan’s hold.
"Oh!" Will said suddenly, sitting up slightly, "I completely forgot!"
Duncan looked up at him, eyebrows raised curiously. Will turned, pulling Duncan into a deep, searing kiss, taking advantage of the man's surprise to slip his tongue in and explore. Duncan’s eyes slipped closed, a small moan escaped him, swallowed up by Will’s mouth.
Will pulled back, smiling breathlessly. "Happy late birthday, Duncan," he said softly.
Duncan rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You tease,” he murmured.
Will snuggled down again, seeing Hannibal's tight lipped expression. Hannibal may have been good at hiding his emotions before, but after spending so much time with Duncan, king of the microexpression, Hannibal wasn't so hard to read.
"I'm sorry, sir," Doris said, coming into the room again. "Most of the staff fled when you first arrived before. Would you like me to try and call them back to work?"
Will looked at her. "We'll figure that out soon. I think we can handle it for the moment."
“Gather their contact information,” Duncan suggested. “We might not need them as guards, but we’ll be needing agents to take jobs.”
Doris smiled. "Very good, sir."
Will watched the internal struggle on Duncan’s face as Doris turned to go. Coming to a decision, Duncan called out, “Call Vivian. Set up a meeting.” As almost an afterthought, he added a genuine, “please.”
Doris glanced back and nodded. “I’ll get right on that, sir.”
Will looked at Duncan. "I've heard that name… wasn't she the one who sent you to Belarus?"
Duncan nodded.
“She was also the one at the warehouse,” Hannibal recalled, moving closer. Duncan nodded again. “The one who tried to kill you. The one you very nearly killed in return.”
“She was given little choice,” Duncan said. “She’s good at following orders.”
Will nodded slowly. "Can she be trusted?"
“So long as we pay her properly,” Duncan nodded. “And we can always kill her if she tries anything.”
Will nodded slightly. "Alright. I trust you."
A few minutes later, the blonde entered the room, looking just as fancy as usual, almost like she hadn't been shot before. "Duncan," she said softly.
Will stiffened slightly, remembering that voice from his drugged haze.
Duncan’s hand gently squeezed Will’s shoulder, grounding and reassuring him. “Vivian. Take a seat.” His voice was neutral, despite the tension in the room.
Hannibal came over, sitting down a chair away, also facing Vivian.
Vivian sat smoothly, placing her, again, outfit matching phone, on the table and drumming on it gently with her manicured nails. "What is it you want?" she asked cooly.
“We,” Duncan said, glancing to Hannibal and Will before looking at her again, “want to know whether we should be expecting your two weeks' notice, or whether you’re ready to get back to work.”
Vivian raised a slim eyebrow. "You… still want to employ me?"
Duncan shrugged. "That's up to you. There's going to be some changes around here, but the position is still yours, if you still want it."
Vivian pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment. "What kind of changes?"
"Well, for one," Duncan said, "we're going to change the rules about forced retirement."
"For another," Hannibal said, speaking up for the first time in his clipped tone, "we'll be editing the clause in regards to retirement funds being returned to the company. Perhaps the agents could choose a charity to donate some of it to instead. Less monetary reasons for future heads of company to turn on their own assets."
Duncan nodded his agreement. "The company will be run by a committee, not a single person. Too much temptation for one person to hold all that power."
"Checks and balances," Will agreed softly.
Vivian nodded slowly. "Alright, when do I start?"
"As soon as your bullet wound heals."
Vivian nodded and stood. "Give me a few weeks, then. I'll call you." She turned and left.
Will relaxed slightly after she was gone, sighing. "Alright…" he said softly, reaching for his coffee, "did they at least keep decent records in this place?"
Duncan chuckled softly. "Doris would allow nothing less. Blut never really did the records, so they should be good."
As if speaking of her had summoned her, Doris entered the room, straightening the chair Vivian had left askew. “Is there anything I can do for you, sirs?” she asked.
Will smiled; he liked her. "Can you show me where the records are?" he asked, standing.
“Ah, yes. Of course, sir.” She gave a little nod to Duncan and then to Hannibal before leading Will out of the room.
“She can be trusted?” Hannibal asked Duncan, once the old woman was out of ear shot.
“Undoubtedly,” Duncan said. “Blut may have been in charge, but it’s Doris that kept things really running.” Hannibal frowned, disbelief obvious. Duncan sighed, shaking his head. “Something you’re going to have to learn about this kind of work,” he said, “is that almost no one is ‘trustworthy’. Some of them, though, if you pay them properly and treat them right, will be loyal to that.”
Hannibal still looked like he’d swallowed a lemon, but he nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.
Will returned an hour or so later, grinning. "Ok, Doris is amazing. How she kept all those records straight I'll never know, but," he shook his head, "it’s all organized and cared for, this might be an easier time then I thought."
Duncan smiled. “Found what you were looking for?”
Will held up a cardboard box. "Found more 'unexplained deaths' around their retirement… but I also found what agents I think, given their records, we could trust, though I figure you'd like to look through them first." He brought it over and set it on the table, opening it. "You know at least some of the other agents… right?"
“Mostly by reputation,” Duncan said, but he seemed to like the idea, pulling folders out of the box and getting started right away.
Will set the box down beside the desk for easy access. Duncan was looking through them, sorting them as he went, before he froze. "Not him," he said, dropping the file aside, as far from the others as he could reach without throwing it, probably just so it wouldn’t get confused with the piles he’d already started making.
Will picked it up and looked. "Alright… He seemed to have a good record, so I-"
"I'm not working with him again," Duncan said coldly.
Will’s eyes widened. "It's him?"
Duncan hummed slightly, turning his focus to the other files again.
"I'm sorry…" Will said softly, "It didn't say he had been in Israel…"
"Probably redacted it…" Duncan said bitterly, "They don't… didn’t… want agents with bad records…" He looked up, putting a hand on Will’s arm. “Not your fault. You couldn’t have known.”
Will sighed, nodding slightly. "Alright…" He turned and put the folder on top of the nearby shredder; looking up, he saw Hannibal’s curious expression.
Will shook his head slightly, as if to say, “not now.”
Hannibal nodded once. “Fine, but I won’t forget.”
And just like that, it was as if no time had passed between them; they still knew each other so well, almost too well.
Will and Duncan continued going through the files, picking out ones that would be a good fit, filing them for Vivian to make contact when she started.
After that, they had a light lunch where Will quietly explained to Hannibal about the rejected file. When they went back to the office later, Will only partly registered that the man's file was gone, he thought perhaps Doris had cleaned up.
When Hannibal disappeared the next morning and arrived a few days later, proceeding to make a large meal for them, Will knew.
Duncan shrugged slightly when Will explained to him, "I honestly might have gone after him myself at some point if I ever reached that point. As for the meal, he might as well do at least something with his existence that's worth something."
---
A few days later, Will was in the library of the mansion, looking through the books when he heard someone come in. He looked up, seeing Hannibal enter. He gave a small smile in greeting before looking at the books again.
Hannibal took that as permission, entering and moving closer, eyes scanning over the titles. “I have to admit,” he said, “the man may have been an overly stuffed nikuman, but he- or possibly his family- have managed to curate a rather impressive collection.”
"Probably his family," Will said. "He didn't really seem like a ‘book guy’."
“Quite possibly,” Hannibal agreed.
Will shrugged. "What's that saying? The first generation makes the money, the second generation saves the money, the third generation spends the money."
Hannibal huffed softly in what could be amusement before Will continued.
"Ah, here it is," Will said suddenly, smiling and pulling out a book.
Hannibal glanced at it. "Robert Frost?"
Will chuckled softly. "Yeah."
Hannibal’s eyebrows rose, but he didn’t question further, turning his attention to the books again.
Will tucked the book under his arm, smiling, then he glanced over the titles again. "Are you staying then?" he asked softly, almost too soft for Hannibal to hear.
Hannibal looked at him again. “I’d like to.”
Will smiled, though he tried to hide it with a duck of his head. "I'm glad…"
After a few more minutes, Will smiled at Hannibal and headed up to the main office where Duncan would be working through the files Will had brought him. "Guess what I found," he said, grinning as he set the book on the desk.
Duncan looked up, smiling as he pulled off his glasses. He picked up the book and laughed softly. “Robert Frost…”
Will sat on the corner of the desk, grinning at Duncan. "Yep."
“Now?” Duncan asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Will laughed. "Not if you don't want to, I just went looking and found it."
Duncan reached over, pulling Will down into his lap, "Maybe tonight." He said softly, kissing him.
Will giggled, "Reading me bedtime stories now?"
Duncan gave Will’s ass a squeeze, making him squeak, "How else would I get you to sleep?"
Will grinned mischievously, "I could think of a few ways~" he said softly, his finger tugging at the collar of the black turtleneck Duncan wore.
"I'm sure you could," Duncan said, grinning back, "But not until your fully recovered."
Will pouted slightly, "But Duncan…"
Duncan put a finger to Will’s lips to silence him, "I don't want to hurt you."
Will huffed softly, leaning up and biting the tip of the finger gently, "Fine…"
Duncan sighed, stroking Will’s cheek lightly, "Thank you…"
Will grumbled softly, but he didn’t press the subject, he curled against Duncan’s chest and let himself relax.
---
The days went by as they slowly reassembled the agency known as Damocles, Will had joked they should rename it 'The Labrys', given how the former owner had passed, but Duncan disagreed.
"I like it," he assured Will, smiling, "but Damocles has a reputation, it would be better to build on that foundation than trying to rename and build from the ground up."
Will nodded, understanding what he meant, "Alright, we'll figure it out then."
Hannibal was in the library that Friday night when Will suddenly poked his head in. Hannibal had been going through the records and making sure they had an accurate catalog of all the valuable items in the mansion.
"Have you seen Duncan?" Will asked, looking around.
Hannibal looked up, smiling when he saw Will, though the smile froze in place at the question, and Will could see his mask coming up. “I have not.”
Will nodded. "Alright." He disappeared again.
Hannibal returned to his work, letting his expression slip into something neutral and easier to maintain.
Will poked his head in again slowly. "You know what? Why don't you join us?"
“For?” Hannibal asked, not looking up.
"If you're going to be here, then you can join in the weekly ritual," Will insisted, beckoning.
Hannibal sighed, setting the ledger down on a desk and marking his place before letting himself be pulled along.
They found Duncan and moved to the den of the large house. Will started a fire and Duncan slipped out, returning with three glasses and a sealed bottle of scotch. The three of them settled on the comfortable couch, each with a drink, staring at the fire and talking about this and that.
After a while, Duncan stood, saying he needed a smoke. After he left, Will slowly began to slump towards Hannibal. Hannibal shifted, draping his arm over Will’s shoulders so they could be more comfortable.
Will snuggled against Hannibal's side with a soft sigh, enjoying the softness of Hannibal's sweater and humming softly. "Always liked your calone…" he murmured.
“I’m glad you approve,” Hannibal said. “Perhaps now we can get you some new aftershave…?”
Will hummed softly. "Duncan got me some…" he murmured, "do you not like it?"
Hannibal turned his head, burying his nose in Will’s curls and breathing in deeply. “It’s better,” he allowed. If Will wasn’t so tipsy, he might be suspicious that Hannibal only didn’t like it because Duncan had picked it.
"It doesn't have a ship on the bottle…" Will said softly, giggling slightly.
Hannibal hid a small smile, trying to enjoy the peace of the moment.
A soft chuckle came from nearby and Hannibal looked up to see Duncan, smiling at them. "He always does that," he said softly. "Cuddly drunk."
Will grumbled something that sounded like an insult, kicking his slipper off in Duncan's direction. Duncan caught it easily and moved closer, slipping it gently back on Will’s foot. Will hummed softly in thanks before shifting to sit up again. Hannibal’s hand twitched, wanting to hold Will there, not wanting to lose the cuddled warmth.
Before Will could move too far from Hannibal, Duncan sat again, closer than before, so Will was nestled in between them.
Will made a rather happy sound and snuggled down again "Now this is something I could get used to…" he mumbled, grinning. "Best kind of sandwich." He let out another tipsy giggle at his own joke.
Duncan chuckled softly, glancing at Hannibal over Will’s head.
Will kept drinking his scotch, humming happily every now and then at the warmth and pressure of the two men beside him.
After another glass was emptied, Duncan turned slightly to face Will, glancing at Hannibal again with a gleam in his eye.
Hannibal raised an eyebrow slightly, but Duncan didn't respond, he simply leaned in and began kissing Will’s neck gently.
Will giggled, squirming as Duncan’s mustache tickled at his skin.
Hannibal’s mouth tightened, he was about to excuse himself from this display when Duncan pulled back enough to murmur.
"Will, we're being rude aren't we… we shouldn't be leaving Doctor Lecter out, should we?"
Will looked up at Hannibal and the psychiatrist froze at the warmth and contentment in Will’s eyes.
Will slipped from Duncan’s grip, pressing close and kissing at Hannibal's chin.
Hannibal’s fingers found Will’s curls, pulling him up into a deep kiss.
Will moaned softly, running his hands along the soft sweater gently.
Duncan gently reached around and began opening the buttons of Will’s shirt, kissing at Will's exposed shoulders and back.
Will whimpered softly, his warm sleepy mind trying to sort through the sensations.
They continued for a few beautiful moments, until Will yawned widely, making the other two chuckle.
Duncan pulled back, "I think you need some sleep, Will…"
Will nodded slightly, too content and warm to protest otherwise.
Duncan looked at Hannibal, "Do you want to take him?"
Hannibal blinked in surprise before nodding and gathering the lax ex-profiler into his arms and carrying him up to the room Will had taken as his.
Will curled against Hannibal's chest as he walked, murmuring sleepily, "I'm glad you stayed… Hannibal…"
"I… am as well, Will." Hannibal said around the sudden lump in his throat as he laid him in the bed and tucked the blanket around him.
Will hummed softly and snuggled down in the blanket, by the time Hannibal reached the door, he was snoring away softly.
---
A few days later, Abigail and the dogs had joined them and Abigail was soon being trained by Doris to help run things.
Will came in for breakfast and found Duncan and Hannibal talking softly.
"Good morning," Will said, smiling at them. "We have a prospective interview today, right?"
Hannibal looked up and nodded. "Yes. A rather promising candidate; he sought us out, wanting to make a name for himself, but he has an impressive resume."
"Assassins don't make 'names for themselves'," Duncan said softly, "unless you're bad at the job."
“Or really, really good at it,” Will pointed out. “You did, after all.”
Duncan’s frown deepened. “Not intentionally.”
Will shrugged, "True… though, I guess your 'name' isn't out there. The Black Kaiser is."
"And only in… certain circles," Hannibal added, looking at Duncan.
Duncan shrugged and hummed slightly, then they moved to have breakfast.
Later, they moved to the office to wait for the man, they had decided early on that Will would be the one to choose new agents and conduct the interviews and such, he had been speaking with Vivian and working out the details of that, Duncan and Hannibal both seemed to like Will being the head of the organization and didn't try to say much against his decisions unless they truly disagreed.
After a few minutes, the door was opened and the candidate strutted in, grinning cockily. He had messy dark blonde, almost brown, hair, blue gray eyes, and thick eyebrows. [Actor sauce- chace crawford]
The man's slight smirk made Will instantly dislike him, but he kept his face smooth.
"Welcome," Will said softly, gesturing to the open chair, "please, have a seat."
The man stopped for a moment before moving to the chair.
"Thank you, Doris." Duncan said, smiling at the older secretary who smiled back and closed the door behind her.
"So," Will began, "what makes you want to join Damocles?"
The man was silent for a moment before replying- to Duncan- "I wanted to get my name out there, I can do this work, I would be good at it. And I would like to work for a company that is well known."
Will nodded slightly, looking at the man's resume again, "It says that… you were special ops for a few years, may I ask what you did?"
Again, the man answered to Duncan and not Will, "Seals for five years, then I switched over to the Rangers for another seven."
"Alright, what would you say your-" Will begin.
"Ok, look," the man said, cutting over Will as he folded his arms and looked at them, "Can we just cut the games? Which one of you actually runs this, I'll talk to them."
Will looked at the other two before looking at the man again, "I am the one conducting this interview. What would you say your best skill is?"
The man frowned, seeming to not buy it.
"Please answer the question." Will said softly.
"I'll talk to whoever is in charge." The man said again, as if he thought they hadn't heard him.
"I am conducting this interview." Will said again, "Please answer the question."
The man shook his head, "Who are you anyways?" He asked, finally looking at Will, "Why are you here?"
Will raised an eyebrow slightly, "I am one of the heads of this company, if you do not wish to continue, then please see yourself out." He could feel the tension building in the men on either side of him, like a spring being compressed, ready to snap forward at any moment.
"God, this is bullshit!" The man snarled, "I thought this was a reputable agency. If I knew a twink was running this, I wouldn't have even bothered!"
It happened so fast, Will barely had time to blink. The man and his chair flew backwards as Hannibal's leg flew up in a high kick before settling on his opposite knee as if nothing had happened.
Will took a moment as the man floundered to take a deep breath and steady himself, "Thank you for the application," he said softly, standing, "but I don't believe we will be hiring you at this time."
The man snarled, jumping from the floor and lunging at Will.
Duncan was there in an instant, gun out and pointed at the man's head.
The man froze a moment before growling, "You wouldn't dare old man."
Duncan didn't speak, only pulled the hammer back.
"I'll give you a bit of advice." Will smiled pleasantly, "there are all kinds of people that can do this work. Hurling insults to try and seem tough… isn't how you make a name for yourself, at least, not a positive one. Now, please leave."
The man glared at Will again, "I'm ready for this job." He snarled, "Now let me speak to who is really in charge!"
Will sighed, "I already told you who that was, if you choose to continue like this, then you will be leaving in a body bag instead."
The man finally seemed to realize that they weren't bluffing, Will saw fear flicker in the man's eyes before he straightened up, tugging his shirt straight and growled "No one would want to work for this shit company anyways. Just wait, I'll show you." He left, growling and grumbling threats and declarations the whole way.
Will sighed softly, sitting again, "Well… that wasn't what I expected…"
Duncan huffed softly, putting the gun away, “I will never understand people like that…”
Will nodded, shaking himself slightly, “Thank you… both of you…”
Hannibal and Duncan nodded.
“Of course, Will.” Hannibal said softly.
“Any time.” Duncan agreed.
“Do we have any more applicants today?” Will asked, the others shook their heads and Will nodded, “Good… I could use a drink after that…”
Hannibal and Duncan looked at each other before smiling.
“May we join you?” Hannibal asked.
“Better to drink with good company.” Duncan nodded.
Will was surprised, but he nodded, “Sure, we could have a drink in the den.”
Soon enough, the three sat on the couch, much like they had Friday… almost…
Duncan had guided Will to the center of the couch and he and Hannibal sat close on either side.
Will was surprised, but he definitely didn't dislike it.
They sipped from their drinks, talking about how they could maybe screen applicants beforehand somehow to avoid having issues like that again.
“Given the job, all the applicants are dangerous.” Will sighed, “It's a matter of self control…”
Duncan nodded slightly, “There's always going to be loose cannons… but if we can weed them out beforehand, then all the better.”
Hannibal nodded, “There are certain things we can look for in their records, traits and signs in their past that give indications.”
Will chuckled softly as he drank, “Yes, let's psychoanalyze them.”
Hannibal chuckled himself at the reminder of their beginnings.
They continued for a while before the talking died down and they simply watched the fire in the fireplace and drank.
Will slowly registered the warm hand resting on his thigh and blinked owlishly down at it, following the arm up to look at Hannibal.
Hannibal smiled at him and squeezed Will’s thigh gently.
Will gasped, but then Duncan was pressing closer and nosing at his jaw.
Will shivered slightly, he had wanted this, but he had thought it would never happen with the two older men not being able to get along.
“Is this alright, Will?” Hannibal asked softly.
Will nodded weakly before realizing that the two men would want verbal consent.
“Y-Yeah, please… yes…”
Duncan and Hannibal smiled slightly at each other before Duncan scooped Will up, “Then let's go.”
---
It only took Will a few minutes to figure out that Duncan and Hannibal had planned this together.
The room they took him to had the biggest bed in the mansion, a lot of lube, water bottles, and several things that Duncan had used for Will's aftercare that had worked best. Things like soft blankets, lavender oil, and of course, the man himself.
Hannibal and Duncan laid Will out, Duncan started using the lube, opening Will up, knowing the best places to press and stroke to make Will moan.
Hannibal settled by Will’s head, gently massaging his neck and shoulders, making Will want to sink away into the mattress.
“Will…” Duncan said softly, “Don't drift too far. We need you here, alright?”
Will managed a moan of “Yes…”
Duncan nodded, “Good Boy.” He said softly, then continued opening him up.
After Will was opened up and Duncan had checked what color Will stoplight was, Hannibal and Duncan positioned him on the bed on his back, his head hanging off the side, taking Hannibal's cock in his mouth as Duncan started gently thrusting in and out.
Will moaned around Hannibal's cock as the duel sensations sparked across his mind. Hannibal moaned himself, bucking his hips before stilling at the sound of Will’s soft gag.
Will had gotten pretty good at giving oral, he enjoyed it if he was honest, but Hannibal, like Duncan, was in no way “average” and as well as Will could take it, while also being pushed forward by Duncan’s thrusts, it was a bit much.
They continued for a bit before Duncan stopped and pulled back, Hannibal following suit.
Will whined at the loss, but Duncan ran a hand over his legs and Will calmed.
They switched places, Hannibal slowly pressing into Will’s soft heat as Duncan took his mouth, running his fingers through Will’s curls as he did.
Will moaned, shifting his hips to take the thrusts as he licked at Duncan’s cock.
“So needy,” Duncan said softly with a chuckle.
Will whined again, trying to press closer to both of them at once.
“Hannibal.” Duncan said softly, surprising Will, as he hadn’t heard Duncan call Hannibal by his first name.
Hannibal stilled and pulled back, helping Duncan move Will around again.
Now, Duncan lay on the bed, Will on his hands and knees over him, and Hannibal pressed to Will’s back.
Will was about to ask what was happening, when he felt both of them begin to press into him.
For a long moment, Will’s mind forget what breathing was, then, when he got enough brain cells functioning properly to manage a soft, “Oh god-” they began thrusting.
If he could manage to think, Will would have been impressed by their coordination, thrusting in turns to make sure Will’s prostate was continually battered and his mind a pure explosion of pleasure.
Duncan smiled, he loved Will’s sounds, and now that Will’s mind was… otherwise occupied, Will couldn't try to hold anything back.
Hannibal was smiling to as he kissed Will's neck gently, adding more sensation to the already overloaded Will.
It didn't take long for Will to cum with an all out scream as he collapsed on Duncan’s chest, his body squeezing around Hannibal and Duncan, milking their orgasms out as well.
Duncan hushed the shivering Will gently, stroking his curls and cheeks, wiping away the sweat and tears. Hannibal pulled back and helped Duncan clean Will up and wrap him in the soft blanket.
Duncan pulled Will close, wrapping an arm around him protectively. But as Hannibal moved to stand, Duncan caught his arm and pulled him down on the bed too.
Hannibal was going to protest, but Will sighed, feeling both of their weight so close, he relaxed and his eyes slowly cleared.
“Are you with us, Will?” Duncan asked softly.
Will hummed happily and nodded, “Yeah…” he managed, horsley after his scream, “Thank you… both of you…”
Duncan smiled and looked at Hannibal.
Hannibal found himself smiling back, “Of course, Will… anything for you.”
“Anything.” Duncan agreed.