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The child staring back at Will from across the supermarket aisle, hugging a giraffe plushie to her chest. She had plump, rosy cheeks, sparkly blue eyes and hair black as night in two separate braids falling down her slim shoulders. She seemed to be around five or six years old, and wore a Spongebob Squarepants dress. Will waved at her, smiling gently as he and Hannibal waited in line. The little girl waved back and giggled, hiding her face behind her giraffe. The line moved and Will lost her from sight, having passed the aisle that she was in.
Will was starting to get lost in the thought of going home, and spreading himself on their bed, Hannibal between his legs, making love as they drank Sangiovese wine after an amazing dinner that left them both satiated on food but hungry for more, when he felt a small hand tugging at the hem of his coat.
“You’re so pretty,” the little girl said, blue eyes large in wonder as she stared up at him. Will smiled and leaned down to be on her level. ”Thank you, that’s really kind of you.”
The girl smiled and lowered her voice, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” Will nodded and noticed how her eyes lit up with excitement and mischief. God, she looked so much like Abigail.
She lowered her voice more, to an almost-whisper, ”Are you a princess? At first I didn’t think you could be one, because you have a beard, but you’re so pretty. You have to be one!” The girl’s voice grew as she spoke, and Will blushed a little from embarrassment. Even little girls could see through his beard and spot his delicate features.
“Well, then you must be a princess, because you’re super pretty,” Will threw the compliment back at her and the girl’s eyes sparkled happily, body perking up.
“You think so? Really?” As if Will’s opinion would validate her beauty because he was someone who she found pretty.
“The prettiest girl of all,” Will assured her, and her little plump cheeks flushed red.
“Thank you very much,” she said shyly and squeezed her plushie for a second, but then seemed to remember she was on a mission and became a little serious. “But are you a princess or not?”
“He is,” Hannibal’s deep voice spoke behind Will, and the girl seemed incredibly impressed and satisfied with the revelation. “He is a princess in disguise,” whispered Hannibal, bending down to get closer to her and Will glared and rolled his eyes at him.
"But you must keep this a secret. You found out because you're really smart, so you need to help us keep the princess safe from the evil ogres."
The girl opened her mouth in shock and nodded her head frantically, eating up every single word Hannibal said.
"I will, promise! Are you his daddy?" The girl asked, then she looked at Will, "Is he your daddy?"
Hannibal smirked and said sanctimoniously, "Occasionally." Will elbowed him in the ribs and said "No, he's my knight. What about you, young princess? What's your name?"
"My name is Abigail, but everyone calls me Abbie!!" The girl's little body jumped in excitement but Will's face paled and his heartbeat became too loud for his ears. He must've misheard it, right? What were the odds…?
The little girl was asking him something but Will couldn't focus on what she was saying anymore. He tried to smile and interact with her but all of the happiness and wholesomeness of the moment was drained the moment Will remembered exactly why they were here, who he had by his side, and most importantly, who they both were.
The girl asked if he was alright and Will nodded and gave her a small smile. Hannibal squeezed Will's waist and said goodbye to the girl, playing up the charm and the knight-in-shining-armor act. Will wanted to hug the girl, brush her silky, black hair and read her bedtime stories. To buy her as many giraffe plushies and Spongebob Squarepants dresses as she wanted. To play dollhouse with her and take her to school. To teach her to fish and play the piano, Hannibal joining them in this activity. Will could play as Hannibal danced with the little girl on his feet.
Will just…really…wanted.
He didn't notice as Hannibal hurried them along the line and out of the supermarket. Or when he drove them back to their house in Florence. There was a storm of emotions raging in his heart. From sadness, to yearning, to regret, to love, to anger.
Hannibal sensed the shift in his mood and let him be, grabbing the groceries and distributing between them to take inside.
Will wondered if Hannibal had the same desires as him. He knew Hannibal wanted to belong, to be seen and accepted for who he was, and despite knowing the idea of starting a family with Will would be something that he would undoubtedly cherish and love, Will also simply knew that Hannibal didn’t crave it. At least, not like he did. Having Will was all he truly needed. Whereas Will, even though he loved that stupid, monster of a man with all his heart, he still wanted more.
He wanted a family with that monster. A little murderous messy preciousness.
But they can't. Will knows they can't.
"Your thoughts are quite loud, Will. Stay with me, my love," Hannibal said as he washed the fruits and vegetables, rolled-up sleeves showing thick, veiny forearms.
"I'm okay." Did Hannibal ever think about her? Even for a fleeting second?
Hannibal dried his hands on the dishcloth and walked around the balcony to embrace Will from behind, solid, broad chest hitting his back, big hands splayed wide over Will's belly.
"You're enchanting around children. You glow around them and they flock to you, imprinting as a baby duck does on its mother," Hannibal nuzzled Will's neck, planting small kisses as he spoke, "So angelic," a nuzzle and a kiss, strong arms tightening around Will's waist. "So pretty".
"That's a terrible analogy," Will smiled, fond of Hannibal's words nonetheless.
"That girl was completely taken by you. Your allure and magnetism holds so much power over others. The ability to see and care for them makes you their God.” Hannibal nipped at Will’s neck, delighting in how it never failed to make Will shiver.
“Hum, keep talking, old man,” Will teased, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on Hannibal’s shoulder.
Hannibal untucked Will’s shirt from his slacks and slid his hand over his belly, caressing the scar Hannibal himself had put on him. “Did you imagine a future where that little girl was in your life, my rose? A future where she came with us and you were able to raise her, to care for her, in our home?” Hannibal’ husky voice and plush lips caressed the shell of Will’s ear. ”A future where all your nurturing instincts could flourish, and you would protect and comfort her as a mama bear protects her cub,” Will flushed and moaned low in his throat, grinding his ass against Hannibal’s cock, which was quickly filling up.
“You would take her to school, brush her hair, see her growing into a strong, beautiful woman, and knowing that we were both responsible for her health and happiness.”
Will pushed his arm back and wound his fingers through Hannibal’s hair, tugging lightly, “What else?”
“She looked so much like you, Will. The raven hair, the beautiful ocean eyes; the ivory skin…” Hannibal’s hand tightened around Will’s hips and voice deepened as he whispered in Wil’s ear, “It’s almost as if you had birthed her yourself.”
Will’s control snapped and he turned around in Hannibal’s arms, kissing and biting the taller man’s lips, Hannibal’s hands sliding down his waist to squeeze his asscheeks. “She left my body? We made her together?” Will spoke against Hannibal’s lips and he groaned.
“Yes, mylimasis, we made her together, a product of our bodies and love as I made my home inside you, claiming you as only I have ever done. Your body as my sanctuary, that I shaped and molded to fit myself inside.” Hannbal’s large hand dipped beneath the waistband of his pants, fingers sliding between the crevice of his cheeks. “You would’ve looked radiant pregnant with my child, Will.” Will whimpered and bit Hannibal’s lower lip so hard he drew blood and Hannibal shoved his fingers inside him dry, scissoring him.
“Take me to bed, Hannibal. Take me to bed, and put a baby in me,” Will whimpered.
Hannibal’s maroon eyes flashed a dark red and he growled, hands underneath Will’s thighs, lifting him off the ground and making him wrap his legs around Hannibal’s waist.
Will was always turned on by Hannibal’s display of brute strength; how easy he could carry and manhandle Will around; how easily he could dominate him.
Hannibal’s hair was ruffled and his shirt was unbuttoned as Will’s hands couldn’t stop touching him, busying himself in licking Hannibal’s neck as the older man carried him upstairs.
“I’m going to fill you to the brim with my seed, leave you tied to my bed with my come sliding down your thighs as you beg me to breed you over and over again,” Hannibal growled in his ear, fingers digging into his ass, spreading his cheeks apart.
Will was incredibly turned on, the idea of bearing Hannibal’s children, of just being a receptacle for his seed, making his cock throb in his pants and his hole twitch, begging for something big and thick to fill it.
Hannibal entered the room and dropped Will on the bed, hairy chest and belly on display, the outline of his cock huge and delicious. They made quick work of their clothes, needing to cling and devour each other.
Will kissed Hannibal’s pectorals and leaned down on the bed, arms stretched over his head, legs spread and inviting.
“C’mon, Hannibal,” Will lifted his legs and reached beneath him to spread his cheeks, baring his hole for Hannibal’s hungry gaze. “Breed me. Put a child in me, baby.”
Hannibal climbed on the bed, nude body on display. Bronzed skin; broad shoulders; a hard, hairy chest; strong arms and big hands roughened from carrying heavy bodies around; thick abs and the perfect V of his hips trailing down to an even more perfect cock, made to fill Will’s needy hole. A complete Adonis.
Hannibal’s eyes narrowed down on Will’s hole and he bore down on Will, his famous poise and control snapping. He hooked his arms underneath his knees to lap and suck at Will’s hole.
“Oh yes, fuck, eat me out, baby, lick the pussy that is going to give you a child, do it, honey,” Will moaned and writhed on the bed as Hannibal gave it to him exactly as he wanted, fucking his tongue in and out of Will’s hole, licking and spitting on his rim, Will’s legs dangling uselessly over Hannibal’s shoulder.
Will never thought he or Hannibal could have a breeding kink, but in hindsight, Hannibal’s obsession with filling and claiming every part of Will was combined with his ego, his desire to tie Will to him forever. Will was fairly certain the idea of having his bodily autonomy taken away from him must be a huge turn-on for Hannibal.
Will was just really surprised it was also a huge turn-on for him.
Hannibal pulled back, spit trickling down his chin, and snarled at Will. He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube, coating his big dick with his big, veiny hands.
“Hurry up, baby, I need your cock,” Will started to finger himself as Hannibal coated his cock, hole insatiable and needing to be filled by something.
Hannibal rubbed the tip of his cock over Will’s hole, smearing precome over his entrance. When Hannibal was about to push inside, Will told him to stop and turned around, getting on all fours on the bed. “Like this, baby, it’s better for conception.”
Hannibal closed his eyes and snarled again, trying to control himself from the temptation of Will’s words.
Will arched his back, spread his legs even wider, dark brown curls disheveled and beautifully framing his face as he spread his cheeks once again for Hannibal.
“Go on. Breed me like the bitch I am.”
Hannibal let out a growl and shoved inside Will to the hilt in one thrust, the limited prep making it hurt, but Will didn’t care. He just needed to be fucked. He needed to get pregnant.
Hannibal’s big hands circled Will’s hips and he gave it to him rough and hard, his own hips slapping against Will’s ass with every thrust, Will’s cheeks jiggling enticingly with each movement as he was fucked open by Hannibal’s giant cock.
“I will give you as many children as you need and desire, my cock is an instrument ready for your taking. Just say the word and I’ll plant my seed inside you and watch you grow round and fat with my offspring,” Hannibal huffed and puffed as he pounded Will’s hole, one hand moving to pull Will’s curls so that his back arched in a perfect bow. “Would you like that, Will? Would you like to look at yourself in the mirror and see how glowing and perfect your body would be with my child? Would you like knowing that I was the one who fucked you so good, you got knocked up?” Hannibal slowed his thrusts and watched as his cock speared Will open, hand clutching one cheek, mesmerized by how well Will always took him.
Will whined and tried to move his hips to get Hannibal to fuck him deeper. “Don’t slow down, baby. Fuck this hole. Fuck the hole that belongs to you.”
Hannibal pulled his cock out until only the tip remained inside Will’s warmth, and then rammed hard into Will, wringing a loud wail from his lips.
“Your mouth is a sin,” Hannibal groaned.
“Maybe you should shove a dildo in it, keep my mouth busy so that you don’t come too fast, old man,” Will teased.
Hannibal jackhammered into Will, fucking him like a ragdoll. Will had to put his arm on the headboard to not get smacked into it, taking Hannibal’s dick as if he had been born for it.
“Harder. Breed me, baby. Breed my pussy,” Will moaned out and licked his lips seductively while looking back over his shoulder, obsessed with the man screwing his brains out.
Will squeaked as Hannibal grabbed him by the neck and shoved him face-first onto the bed, opened and used ass in the air, servicing Hannibal’s cock.
Will groaned as his body was rocked back and forth over the bed, and bit the bedsheets as Hannibal rolled his hips, hitting his prostate with every thrust, giant cock stretching his hole.
“So perfect, Will. Body and mind. My Persephone. My god,” Hannibal slid his hands over Will’s small waist, and his back, shoulders and neck, needing to touch and feel every part of his Will.
“The perfect mother for my children,” Hannibal whispered and Will came untouched, clenching his hole around Hannibal’s cock, vision going white, mouth open and eyes closed in passion.
Hannibal smirked and fucked his pliant and satiated body selfishly, chasing his own pleasure, delighting in Will’s little oversensitized whimpers. Hannibal kept saying how beautiful and perfect Will would look pregnant, but by then the man was more speaking to himself, babbling in English, Italian and Lithuanian.
“Yes, give me a child, Hannibal. Only you can do it. Only you.” Will whispered, face against the sheets, moaning loudly as Hannibal groaned and spilled inside him, coating Will’s hole with his seed.
Hannibal fell forward, forearms bracketing Will’s head, taking most of his weight.
“On top of me, your entire body, now,” Will ordered.
Hannibal dutifully glued himself to Will’s body, face to nape, chest to back, crotch to ass, thigh to thigh.
Hannibal kissed Will’s neck as they regained their breaths, basking in each other’s warmth.
When Hannibal softened inside Will, he pulled out of him, making the come that had pooled inside Will slither down his legs.
Will turned around and pulled Hannibal to him, not having enough; never having enough.
Will laid his head on Hannibal’s chest and hugged his middle, Hannibal’s arms around his shoulders and waist, chin on top of his hair. They were both suckers for cuddles.
After a beat of silence amidst the perfect afterglow, Hannibal spoke, “I could do it.”
Will hummed and mumbled, close to falling asleep, “Do what?”
“Give you a child. I already did it once, I could do it again. You could fulfill your desire to be a father,” Hannibal said.
Will flinched in Hannibal’s arms and untangled himself from his body, looking up at him. “So what? So you could take it from me again?” Will snarled and this time, Hannibal was the one who flinched.
It was a sore subject between the two of them. It always has been. They don't talk about Abigail, at least not past a quick mention. Hannibal understood that it was a loss too painful for Will, especially given the circumstance in which it happened.
"I'm…sorry," Will said after a beat, not having wished to rip their little piece of heaven apart.
"No need to apologize, Will. You are right, after all," Hannibal said, and Will knew he meant it.
"Just…this, today, was just a kink, ok? Please, don't go anywhere near that little girl or her parents, Hannibal. Children aren't objects, you can't just replace Abigail."
"My intention wasn't to replace Abigail, Will. It was simply to make you happy." Hannibal gazed up at Will, a monster naked in flesh and spirit.
"I have you." And that was all Will needed to say, Hannibal's lips breaking into a soft smile.
Will leaned in closer to Hannibal, faces inches apart, fingers on his chin.
"You don't regret what you did. It hurts you to see how deeply you wounded me, but you would still do it again. You can live that. Just like I can live with the fact that I can forgive you for every single thing you did to me, but not that. Not her. Never. And that doesn't make me love you any less." A single tear slipped down Will's cheek and Hannibal wiped it away with his thumb.
"You think our lifestyle isn't sustainable for children."
Will nodded, tucking himself into Hannibal's arms, his chest hair cradling Will's face.
"And we'll both have to learn how to live with that," Will said, letting the silence that followed fill the room, their bed, and his heart.