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Will stepped up to the mic, tapping it twice with his hand, testing it. He’d been here at this bar a few times before, singing at the open mic night, but not often. He was usually too withdrawn to do something so extroverted, but if you got enough alcohol in his system all logical thought went out the window. He knew he had a good voice, not the stuff of legend, but good enough. He was never confident enough to show it off, he supposed.
He sighed, the backing track starting to play. He picked up the microphone, the words flowing to him as natural as breathing, usually only having sung for his dogs while fixing motors alone at his lonely little cabin.
Will was lost in the song, closing his eyes, letting the words spill from his mouth like thick honey, smooth and light. The bar didn’t completely hush, chatter still going on in the background, but it was quiet enough that anyone listening could hear him.
Deep into the song, he looked into the crowd searching. He wasn’t sure what for, an odd feeling blooming inside his chest, but then he saw him. A cold terror settled in his chest, deep and irreplaceable.
Fuck.
It was Hannibal, tears streaming down his face, looking at Will like he had hung the stars personally. No. No, fuck, this couldn't be happening, Will thought, brain racing to catch up with what his eyes witnessed.
Will’s voice faltered, sudden anxiety coursing through him as he stared back at the man. He pushed through angrily, putting every ounce of his soul into the song, with spite and vengeance. Fuck Hannibal if he was going to let him ruin his night. He had already ruined his life, made him a criminal, a prisoner, but under all that, a tiny, small part of him, was glad that Hannibal was here.
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Hannibal sighed internally, smiling tightly at Alana as she spoke of some class Jack had asked her to guest lecture on. It wasn’t that he didn't like Alana, he thought she was perfectly fine, but mental stimulation with her was severely lacking compared to… others.
Compared to Will Graham? His brain helpfully supplied, and he pushed the thought away. Will Graham took up most of his thoughts these days, whether it be a stray curl he wanted to brush away from the man's forehead, or preoccupied with the way those blue eyes glared at him.
He was like an angel sent from heaven, Hannibal thought, sighing dreamily at the mental image of the man. A god sent here to personally torture him. Well, it was working, he conceded, eyes darting back to Alana, her eyebrows furrowed like she had just asked him a question.
They were walking down a street in a quaint little downtown city, and she was gesturing to a sign outside a pub that did not smell the most… pleasant. He read the sign, a neon “OPEN MIC NIGHT TONIGHT!” shining back at him.
“C’mon, let go in!” Alana said excitedly, dragging him by the arm. He begrudgingly went inside, taking in his surroundings.
An angelic voice greeted him, and he turned to the stage. He sucked in a breath, and everything else went away, zeroing in on the man that had occupied almost all of his thoughts for the last few months. He was breathtaking, singing a ballad Hannibal didn’t know, eyes closed as he sang to the music.
He felt a tear run down his face, absentmindedly hearing Alana exclaiming something about Will, but it was muffled as his attention was completely taken by the man before him. Will opened his eyes, almost instantly finding Hannibal’s gaze, like two magnets drawn together.
He faltered just the slightest amount, eyes narrowing at Hannibal, and continued singing. Hannibal felt a grin spread like poison across his face, their eyes never leaving the others as Will finished the song.
Will put the mic back onto the stand, then stumbled a bit drunkenly off the stage. Hannibal looked down at Alana, ignoring everything she just said and muttering some excuse about a bathroom. He weaved through the crowd to find his Will, scanning the crowd desperately to find the curly-haired man.
He finally found him in the back hallway that led to the bathrooms, dim and dingy.
“Will,” He called out, the younger man stopping in his tracks. Will turned around, dark stare looking up at Hannibal.
“What the hell do you want, Dr. Lecter?” He asked a tad angrily. It made Hannibal smile, which only made Will’s frown deeper. “Don’t you fucking look at me like that,” He said, stepping closer to the man.
“My apologies, Will. I wasn’t aware you had such a talented voice” Hannibal replied, stepping closer to Will, to see if he would step away. He didn’t.
“I don’t,” Will said, rolling his eyes and turning, leaning against the wall. Hannibal moved in tandem to be in front of him, tilting his head.
“On the contrary, my dear Will. I think your voice is rather lovely. I’m truly uncertain as to why you haven’t employed it before,”
“Because I’m drunk, that’s why,” Will said, suddenly aware of how close Hannibal was to him. His eyes flickered down to the older man’s lips, almost subconsciously, blushing profusely when he realized what he had done. “Shove off,” He said, reaching up, fingers curling around Hannibal’s lapels with the intent to push him away.
“Au contraire, my dear Will,” Hannibal said, a deep timbre to his voice. A dark lust had filled his gaze, before shaking his head and stepping back. “Apologies. I must be going,” he said, gaze darting away from Will’s, something akin to… nervousness? Will couldn’t tell.
A burning hot sensation filled Will’s body, and he gripped harder on Hannibal’s jacket. Before he could realize what he was doing, lips crashed together as Will pulled Hannibal down, one hand moving to thread through silver-streaked hair.
Hannibal was frozen for just a moment, recognizing what was happening and almost instantly returning the kiss, strong arms wrapping around Will’s muscular frame. He pushed them back into the wall as he licked desperately into Will’s mouth, almost like he would disappear if he didn’t hold onto Will as tightly as he was.
Will moaned into the kiss, letting Hannibal guide him as he pleased. Hannibal slid his hands under Will’s flannel, gripping at his waist hungry, like a man starved, like he wanted to devour Will whole. The thought should have terrified him as he kissed Hannibal, lips trailing down his jaw to suck at his neck, biting softly, a quiet promise.
Hannibal let out a wounded noise as Will bit him, and Will felt Hannibal's swelling cock jut into his hip, rutting against him like an animal.
Will felt almost proud as Hannibal practically lost all control, biting and licking at his ear while Will’s face was buried in the junction of Hannibal’s neck and shoulder, worshipping. He mostly felt horny though, the wetness between his thighs growing as he felt Hannibal’s rapidly hardening length against him.
“What the hell?” A high voice said, alarmed as she took in the sight before her.
Will looked up, face dropping as he and Hannibal stared at Alana, pushing Hannibal off him immediately.
“Alana-” Hannibal started, lips pinker than usual from the force that he had been kissing Will with.
“No, you don’t get to- what the hell are you doing, Hannibal?” She practically yelled, walking closer to the two men. “Will, you too! I thought you hated the man,” she said, eyes narrowed and frown apparent on her face.
“Alana, we have not agreed to be in a committed relationship, we have both agreed on this,” Hannibal said cooly, schooling his features and smoothing his rumpled jacket.
“That doesn’t mean you can make out with your patient in the middle of a bar, Hannibal!” Alana said, clearly angry.
“I- didn’t know the two of you were a thing,” Will said, gaze darting back and forth between the two.
“He isn’t my patient, Alana. We are merely having conversations,” Hannibal said, almost simultaneously with Will.
“You know damn well what I mean, Hannibal, don’t play stupid. And we aren’t together, not anymore.” the woman stated, turning and walking off, heels clicking down the hallway, back into the noisy bar.
“What the fuck was that, Hannibal?” Will asked, turning his head to face the man, bodies still pressed together.
“I think it is quite obvious what that was, dear boy,” Hannibal smirked down at Will. “You kissed me.” He smiled, something sharklike and predatory. It sent a shiver down Will’s spine, and he swallowed thickly.
“I didn’t- you-” Will stuttered out, blushing a bright pink.
“You did, Will.” Hannibal stalked closer to him yet again, leaning down and tracing the edge of Will’s with his teeth. Will shivered, grasping at Hannibal's waist.
“Fuck- Hannibal,” He gasped out, thinking, knowing, that he should push him off, that he should run the other way, screaming, but simply unable to as he pulled him closer, wanting, wanting, wanting. “Take me home.” He said, hardly louder than a breath as he spoke in the man's ear.
Hannibal stepped back, face seemingly impassive to anyone but Will. Will saw past through the perfectly stitched suit, saw the lust and hunger, the desire to devour in Hannibal's gaze. He nodded a quick, short gesture, and immediately started walking out, fast enough that Will had to almost jog to keep up with him.
Hannibal led him to his car, vaguely wondering where Alana had gone. He shrugged internally, opening the car door for Will, the younger man slipping inside with a dark look in his eyes.
Hannibal drove them to his home, almost 20 miles above the speed limit, eager to get to his home. As they stepped past the threshold of Hannibal’s house, Hannibal grabbed Will and shoved him against the door, lips crashing together.
Will let out a surprised sound as Hannibal kissed him, quickly reciprocating after a moment of shock. He moaned into the kiss, unbuttoning Hannibal's jacket and waistcoat frantically, fingers trembling as he threw the offending clothing on the ground.
Hannibal let out a low growl, yanking Will’s shirt off, the buttons of the flannel flying off as he ripped it off Will’s torso.
They parted from the kiss for a mere moment, looking breathlessly unto each other's hunger-filled gaze, chests heaving as they breathed laboriously. Hannibal dragged Will to his bedroom upstairs, throwing off his shirt, it landing somewhere in the hallway.
“Will,” He said, pupils blown wide, throwing Will onto the bed and crawling on top of him. His dick was aching, and he pulled his trousers and underpants off in one fell swoop. His fully hardened cock sprang free, and Will’s mouth watered.
“Fuck- Hannibal,” Will whispered, looking down at the impressive length. A hand reached up, stroking it softly, and Hannibal let out a hiss of pleasure, undoing Will's pants quickly and pulling them off, reverently looking down at Will’s glistening cunt.
He leaned down, burying his nose in the crook of Will’s thigh, and inhaled deeply, moving slightly to lap at Will’s wetness, licking between soaked folds. Will let out an almost pained-sounding moan, eyes fluttering and head thrown back.
Hannibal sucked greedily at Will’s swollen clit, the bottom half of his face soaked in Will’s juices as he licked inside the man's hole. Will cried out, gripping Hannibal's hair, grinding down onto his face. “F-fuck, oh my god,” He stuttered out, thighs squeezing the man's head.
Hannibal entered a finger inside Will’s hole and the man jolted, not having taken anything up there, ever. This was all a completely new experience for him, having only jerked off a few times by himself. “H-Hannibal, I’m gonna come,” he cried out, gasping and writhing as the man sucked at his clit and curled his finger, pulling back at the words.
Will let out a desperate whine, eyes wide as he looked up at Hannibal. The man looked like he wanted to eat him alive, and Will shivered.
“Cold, darling?” The man asked, still looking prim stark naked, and covered in Will’s slick.
“Fucking- Fuck me, Hannibal,” Will growled, pulling the man's shoulders down and kissing him, licking inside his mouth to taste himself on Hannibal's tongue. He moaned at the taste, and Hannibal thrust between Will’s folds, rutting like a wild animal as he growled into the kiss.
“As you wish, my dear Will,” he said, guiding the tip of his cock over Will’s hole, pushing the considerable length in.
Will was so tight, it took him a few tries to pop the head in. They moaned in unison as it finally breached the man, squeezing like a vice around Hannibal “Oh my god,” Will gasped out, shaking hands and leaving scratch marks down Hannibal's back.
“Oh, my Will. He is not here, tonight,” Hannibal smiled, pushing into the man with all his strength, impaling the rest of Will with one smooth thrust.
Will screamed, back arching off the bed as he was filled to the brim, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as he burned. His rim was stretched wide as Hannibal held him down, hair disheveled and demeanor wild. He looked like a mess, using all his willpower not to instantly start fucking Will with abandon, letting the man get used to his cock.
Once Will started relaxing, just a tiny bit, Hannibal pulled almost out, holding Will’s hips down onto the bed and fucking back into him, just once to test the waters.
Will let out a broken sound, something between a moan and a gasp. Hannibal took that as a good thing and began to thrust faster, harder, nails digging into Will’s hips. Tears started to stream down Will’s face, he felt like he was being split in half with the rough thrusts. He was unable to move his hips up to meet the thrusts, only being allowed to take whatever Hannibal decided to give to him.
“Hngh- Hannibal” He gasped into Hannibal's mouth, their faces mere inches away from each other. They stared with wide eyes, and Hannibal forced his jaw open with a hand, listening to every moan he punched out of Will like it was the sweetest music.
“Will, my beautiful, darling, mylimasis,” He breathed, licking into Will’s mouth, closing his eyes as he fucked roughly into the man beneath him.
Will was close, cunt clenching rhythmically around Hannibal, whines and moans getting higher in pitch as Hannibal sped up his thrusts, balls slapping ruthlessly against Will’s tight cunt.
He pulled out, ignoring Will’s whine as he flipped the man over, hoisting his hips up and pushing his head into the pillow. He lined himself and impaled Will back onto his cock in one smooth thrust, a scream from the smaller man escaping his throat as he picked up the pace from before, brutal and unforgiving.
“How beautiful you are, my Will,” He said, draping himself over Will’s body, slamming against his sweet spot inside of him every time.
With every thrust, Will let out a moan, getting shoved further up the bed. His head hit the headboard with every thrust, and Hannibal was breathing heavily against his ear, letting out the occasional moan.
Will came hard as Hannibal pounded into him, choking out a half-scream as he squirted around the man, practically a fountain of ambrosia flowing from his tight cunt. Hannibal vaguely promised next time he would taste it, starting to chase his orgasm, thrusts becoming unsteady and wild.
“Hannibal- Hannibal please” He begged, and at those words, Hannibal came. Thick white ropes of come coated the inside of Will’s cunt, and he bit down hard on Will’s neck, drawing blood and tearing flesh.
Will distantly hoped it would scar, riding the aftershocks of his orgasm as Hannibal continued thrusting. He whined, a small sound as Hannibal finally stopped thrusting, plugging him up with his come.
Hannibal lapped up the blood with his tongue, blood flowing freely from the wound. “It will scar, Will.” He said, voice rough and low, with Will wondering if he had read his mind.
Will shivered, a hand reaching back to intertwine with Hannibals as he spooned him, softening cock slipping out. Come leaked out of Will’s hole, and Hannibal shoved it back in with his free hand, two fingers inside of Will, still licking, catlike, at his wound.
“Ngh- good. I’ll have to return the favor sometime.” Will said, looking over his shoulder to the man, a weak smile gracing his face towards Hannibal for the first time he had been released from prison.
“Good,” Hannibal said, voice uncharacteristically soft. He leaned forward, kissing Will like he would a lover, gentle and soft. He removed his fingers from Will’s aching cunt, and guided them to Will’s lips.
Will’s eyes fluttered shut as he laved around Hannibal's fingers, licking and sucking at the digits until they were clean. Once they were, he started to move away from Hannibal, trying to sit up.
Hannibal guided him back down, holding Will against his chest. “Stay, please. Just for the night,” He asked, desperate for Will to say yes.
“Okay,” The man whispered, letting Hannibal hold him like nothing terrible had ever happened between them. Like they were normal lovers, that Will wasn’t planning to turn him in. Like they could one day, run away somewhere warm where they would spend their days lounging on the beach, Hannibal laying on a blanket while he watched his husband run around on the sand, playing with their dogs.
And maybe, one day, they would.