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Hannibal grinned ecstatic. The beautiful mongoose had finally stopped hiding inside the cupboard and surrendered to the snake. Now Will was his, his to feed, to train, to protect… to love. Without a warning he took the other man by the hair, entangling his long fingers in the short threads, forcing William to raise his head and make eye contact.
The moment their orbs met the young profiler lowered all of his defenses at once, letting the therapist see him: the scared child, the terrified adult. The self doubt and the darkness that threatened to consume him. The same terrifying darkness Lecter was planning on nurturing and helping to grow until it engulfed his brilliant, perfect partner.
The doctor could see the special agent’s desire to be taken care of, to be embraced and protected. He got the clearest picture of the strong lust William felt for him and that made Hannibal smile, satisfied. Right then and there he moved in for the kill, taking the brunette’s lips in a passionate kiss. It was an assertion of his dominance, a reassurance to Graham that this was actually happening.
*****
Once his knees touched the floor William knew he had made a choice that would be almost impossible to reverse, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it. There was no sense of impending damnation inside of his mind. If anything he felt peace; something he had been looking desperately for all of his life, from the very moment he had found out about his empathy.
Hannibal was a rock—solid and strong—and now, he was William’s. The snake in the psychiatrist’s mind would surround Will’s frail inner self and keep him centered, safe and conscious of who and what he was.
The young profiler felt his walls and defenses crumbling and disappearing but he didn’t care. The therapist had asked for his complete surrender and he was complying.
When the psychiatrist forced their gazes to meet the special agent knew he was being scanned. It was the first time William could tell the other was doing it and he was amazed at the skill Hannibal showed by being able to perform a reading without it hurting. William wondered how much of him the psychiatrist had read before, even with the mental walls he had somehow managed to place. Someday, maybe he would actually pose the question out loud. But something told him that it was doubtful he could get an honest answer.
Lecter kissed him. The man forced his head back in order to get better access and Graham simply let him do it. The blond’s tongue demanded entrance and he opened his mouth promptly, letting the slick muscle conquer the space. Slowly, his own tongue joined in on the action, playing with the other.
Without even realizing it, his hands moved to hug the therapist’s neck.
William needed to anchor himself, to be able to tell this was actually happening and the solid body was a perfect focus.
Hannibal smiled to himself when William got his arms around his shoulders and decided it was time to move forward. He released the man’s nape and used both of his hands to drag the pliant body upwards, until Graham was sitting on his lap. The FBI agent almost purred when he was chest to chest with the psychiatrist. The man broke the kiss to look at the professor whose eyes were dark with desire.
The brunette licked his lips as if trying to catch the last remains of the doctor's taste, and that simple, small gesture, sent a wave of desire through Hannibal’s body. The blond let his feelings wash over the profiler, who got even harder at them. Will’s physical responses were as delicious as his mental ones. It was obvious that even if his soon-to-be lover had some experience with sex—and Hannibal was planning on finding out exactly who William had been with, and feed their flesh to William’s strays— the brunette had never experienced how enhancing it could be between psychics.
*****
The young one whimpered at the emotional assault. He had never known that any psychic power could be used to entice and seduce another...
The heat in his body mirrored the heat in his mind. He was being seduced on both the physical and the psychic planes and he loved every second of it.
Suddenly, he was looking at Hannibal’s eyes while their erections pulsated one against the other—still covered by their clothes—and he whimpered in protest. Will needed to feel more, he wanted to touch the other’s skin and discover what he could read by running his fingers over the hot surface.
The psychiatrist gave him a dark and hungry smile.
“Go ahead, my dear,” Hannibal said, granting the other the permission he had been unconsciously waiting for.
With trembling fingers, William unknotted the doctor’s tie and then turned his attention to the expensive jacket and shirt. He wasn’t sure what he should do with the clothing pieces so he didn’t take them off the man but simple let them hang open and began touching the pale skin reverently.
The older man covered the back of William hand’s with his own. He pulled them towards his body, until Will’s palms were flat against Hannibal’s pectoral muscles, while giving the other a soft kiss on the lips.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, my beautiful…” The man whispered in a sinful tone. “Read my feelings and let them wash over you. Let my emotions become the rope around your body tying you to me… to this moment.”
The words alone made the profiler impossibly hard, and he sobbed while his mind took all Hannibal had to offer. The blond’s desire was so strong that it threatened to send him over the edge without further stimulation, but Will managed to control himself by the thinnest thread.
The doctor knew he had to make their first time wonderful for his mongoose, so he decided to go a little slower than he usually would with a pet. The special agent had to be brought over carefully, so he wouldn’t even dream of going back to his old life.
Hannibal left the man’s hands alone and began to undress him, peeling away the suit and enjoying the unmistakable smell of his arousal. He let the clothes fall to the floor since they didn’t merit much care and ran a fingernail over the man’s spine making him arch his back. For a second Hannibal imagined it was a scalpel leaving the barest mark on the skin, a sweet line of red liquid for him to trace with his tongue. The way William moaned and came while still in his pants told the doctor that they would certainly explore that fetish later. He had the perfect instrument to use back at his office.
Their shared link told Hannibal that his lover was thinking of making an escape since Will wrongly assumed he was somewhat disappointed. The psychiatrist decided that he needed to stop that nonsense right away and took the man by the chin. He was surprised at finding unshed tears in the brunette’s eyes, he was ashamed of himself and scared he had ruined his only chance.
“Hush now, my dear… It’s perfectly alright…” he said while caressing William’s back soothingly and turning his head to speak the rest right in his ear. “Next time we’ll use a ring on you…” he promised while sending a compelling image of the special agent on his back in his—their—bed completely naked but for a silver cock ring around his shaft.
“Next… time?” William asked hopefully while the picture clearly projected by Hannibal formed in his mind, making him choke. First of all, he couldn’t believe how beautiful Hannibal thought he was! And then, depicting him in such a wanton state…! Still, he wasn’t oppose to making it happen if it would make the doctor happy and grant him another chance at having actual sex with the man.
“Unless you don’t wish the same…” the man said in that incredibly soft tone that always brought Will back to reality when he was lost inside his own mind.
“No! No… I mean… Yes! I want to…” He blushed furiously at his inability to give a full, coherent answer.
“It’s okay, my dear Will,” Hannibal said giving him a passionate kiss on his lips. “Let’s take you to the shower and then put you to bed…” he said after they separated.
He was made to stand up and guided through the house to an enormous bedroom. Inside there was a private bathroom with a huge tub. The professor saw himself sinking inside it, covered by hot water while waiting for his lover to come home and make love to him.
“You are so sweet,” the man said while taking off their remaining clothes at an incredible speed. “Come now,” he whispered while directing the brunette to the stall.
Once inside the hot spray washed over them, and Will decided it was time he did something for the other man. He had come but the doctor was still hard. And even if he didn’t say a word nor project the least bother, it was obvious that he couldn’t be comfortable.
He knelt down without giving Hannibal time to scrub him as he was clearly going to do by the way he had grabbed the sponge. The man looked surprised for a second but then his eyes got heavy, laden with desire once more.
“My beautiful William,” he said roughly, while a hand took hold of the back of his head once more. But he didn’t move, just let it rest there, letting the special agent decide what he wanted to do next.
The professor took a deep breath. He had done this only once before and the experience hadn’t been one of his favorites. But he knew that most men enjoyed receiving a blowjob and he wanted to do this for the psychiatrist. Will gave the man’s shaft a tentative lick and when he felt the other’s hand tighten a little at his nape he knew everything would be alright. The brunette took the other’s hard on between his lips, slowly swallowing all of the flesh until he felt the need to let it go. And then went right back to it until he could establish a rhythm and Hannibal’s breathing became ragged.
This was his doing! He thought proudly. He was the one making the doctor lose his composure! The hand holding him put some pressure on his neck, effectively guiding him through the motions but never letting him get uncomfortable.
The pleasure that the therapist felt run through him made him aroused once more. It was like a crescendo, stronger emotions got to him, and he could tell the other man was about to come. Suddenly, while he was half lost in the man’s sensations, William realized he was tasting the man’s unique flavor on his tongue.
*****
Hannibal needed longer than usual to get under control. He had slipped a little right at the moment of his orgasm and he could only hope that Will had been as lost as he was since he was pretty sure that his mongoose wasn’t ready to know the darkest of his secrets.
There was no fear coming from his lover, not a single sign that William was in any way aware of his blood lust or his hunger for human flesh. So, the doctor relaxed and brought the man to his feet. Without a word he kissed the younger one and pushed him against the wall, turning him around until his chest was pressed against the tiles.
“You are sin incarnated… my beautiful,” he breathed hotly in the man’s ear. Then he licked the strong neck from base to right behind the lobe. “I want to devour you…” he confessed while spreading his legs apart and biting down on the inviting skin at the pulse point.
“Hannibal…” the man moaned not knowing what else to say.
“Hush… I’ll take care of you now,” he whispered. “Put your hands against the wall and keep them there,” he ordered and William moaned at being told what to do in such a tone. He was such a perfect little pet.
It was sad he hadn’t predicted things would progress so fast or he would have made sure to have some lube inside the bathroom. As it was, he would have to wait to be inside William since he didn’t want the man’s first time to be more painful than it had to be. Still, he could do the next best thing… the therapist went down and used his hands to part the luscious cheeks in front of him.
The special agent howled and jumped a little the moment he felt the tongue at his entrance. Hannibal simply put one hand at the small of his back and effectively stopped all of his movements at once. Will tried to relax knowing he was safe.
A moment later, he wondered why he would ever try to run away from such an incredible feeling. The doctor was making him go crazy with pleasure. The naughty muscle was slowly slipping inside his body, thrusting as the man would do at a later time, possessing and claiming him.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” William begged loudly, not daring to touch himself or to move from his given position but wishing fervently he could.
“Please what, my dear?” Lecter asked, pausing his ministration for a brief moment.
“Let me come… please, let me come…”
Hannibal wished he could keep the other like this for longer but his lover wasn’t ready for extended foreplay. With his free hand he took the other’s erection and began to pump it in time with his tongue.
It took barely a minute for William to come, this time moaning loudly. A second later he was taking the exhausted man in his arms and after cleaning him quickly he turned off the shower. By the time he took the brunette to the bed he was already half asleep. He made sure the man was comfortably settled under the covers before going back to the bathroom to wash his mouth and clean up.
A little while later he joined the special agent in bed. Once he did, the mongoose surprised him by getting closer and putting his head on his chest.
“Missed you…” the brunette barely managed to whisper.
The special agent had clearly been fighting to stay awake and wait for him.
“Go to sleep, William,” Hannibal said softly, caressing the still wet curls and giving William a soft kiss on his forehead. "You’re safe here."
The man was his now and not even nightmares would dare to mess with Hannibal Lecter's lover.