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ashererlic) wrote2013-11-10 09:20 pm
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An Unexpected Guest - Hannibal (tv) - Hannigram, nc17- part 1
An Unexpected Guest
Fandom – Hannibal (TV)
Pairing – Hannigram
Rating – NC17
Kinks – Ice Play, Tickling, Bondage, toys
Warnings – I decided that the kinks are not warnings but instead things people would WANT to read if they were in fact wanting to read that sort of thing. If those kinks are not something you like, please give this fic a try anyway. Because I dunno, maybe you’ll discover your secret ice kink. ;)
Disclaimer – I OWN the copy write of this story, I do not, however, own these characters. I do not, either, make money off this fic and in fact this is my gift to one of my many Tumblr Followers.
A/N – Congratulations Schizophobic for being one of the five who reblogged my Fan fic give away. ☺ This is dedicated to you. Thanks for following me and I do hope you Enjoy it. ☺
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DONG-1-DONG-2-DONG-3-DONG-4-DONG-5…
The Grandfather clock in the front hall chimes the time, Will counts each chime as if it is the most natural thing in the world. It’s been a while since he heard the familiar chimes. It’s been a while since he’s been in his own house, with all of his dogs.
It’s four in the morning. The chiming dies down, not even an echo. It’s a different sort of silence though. It’s nothing like the silence at the Mental institution. He couldn’t believe a whole year had gone by, nor that Alana had taken care of his dogs for that long. They’re all piled on the king sized bed in the front room of the house. A fire crackles in the grad of the fireplace and the air is warm.
But, he can’t sleep.
The paper lies on the coffee table not far away; “RIPPER AT LARGE!” cries the headline. As if no one knew that. They all knew it. They just didn’t know whom. And Will wondered why he kept this information to himself. Obviously he should tell Jack. Though, he couldn’t help harboring a bit of anger towards the man for even believing for one second he’d been the copy-cat Shrike, or Ripper, even. All of those murders were pinned on him, and once his illness had been treated…
…no one believed him.
Except for Hannibal Lecter and Alana Bloom.
And by the end of it, he’d gotten a break through. He knew Hannibal was the Ripper. He knew that Hannibal had taken the job of keeping him sane to keep an eye on the FBI because he couldn’t let them know he was a fucking cannibal.
He turned from his side onto his back to stare at the ceiling. The rail stood above his head a little and a shadow moved. A shadow that had not been there before…or so he thought. Will moved but he wasn’t fast enough. His dogs scattered – some guard dogs they turned out to be, seriously – the sudden weight pushed air out of his lungs with a giant “woosh”.
Will put his arms up to topple the man above him. He felt silk, a fabric that not everyone could afford and he smelled….well, the cologne belonged to one man he’d ever come into contact with in his life, and that was…
“Hannibal?”
“My Dear Will, have you missed me?”
That’s right, Will suddenly remembered, Hannibal had gone “missing” when the FBI announced they had suspects for the Ripper killings and soon that monster would be in jail. Only, their case for Hannibal being the Ripper was very, very small indeed and if the man had played it smart he’d have been dismissed from the courtroom.
“What are you doing here?” Will asked, “giving up the game?”
“Never,” Hannibal chuckled. His smooth accent felt like a shot of bourbon tasted; smooth, cool and somewhat dangerous. Will was having a hard time getting the man off of him. His arms shook but he wasn’t going to give up the fight yet.
“What have you come here for?” Will asked, though he could guess, “do you want my kidney?”
“No. Your heart will due,” Hannibal replied huskily. Will didn’t need any more confirmation from the Cannibal than that and he swiftly turned them over. He scrambled out of bed and was going for his gun when Hannibal tackled him to the ground from behind.
Once again air was rushed from his body; his hands and arms pinned so he couldn’t fight back. He growled. His dogs whimpered.
“Will, I am not here to kill you,” Hannibal said, or lied, Will wasn’t sure if the man was telling the truth or not.
“You are a bag of Dicks, Hannibal! Do you hear me? You left me there, you made them think I killed all those people you ate, and fed to others. Do I look stupid? The sausages you served with those eggs were people!” Will growled.
Hannibal clucked his tongue and eased up a little so that Will could breath. “True.”
“And you want me to…what? Forgive you?”
“It’ll take time,” Hannibal conceded.
“Damn straight it will and you can start by getting the fuck off of me!”
“How about getting you off?” Hannibal asked instead. He did, however, get to his feet and he helped Will to his. Then, he steered Will back to the bed and gently pushed him down to sit.
The adrenaline Will felt from early was petering off because his body did not feel as if he were in trouble. Hannibal had taken on his Psychiatrist mold. Though, a spark of something glinted in his eyes. The darkness around them made it hard to tell if it were Hannibal planning to murder and kill him or if he wanted something more mundane.
“All right, start talking,” Will demanded, he crossed his arms and glared up at Hannibal.
“My Dear Will, ever since Jack came to me asking for my help, I knew you happen to be very special. No one has ever captured my interest as you have,” Hannibal started off by taking off his suit jacket. He let it lie on the closest chair. Next his tie was undone and hung over the back of aforementioned chair and then he slowly unbuttoned his white, dress shirt.
Will gulped. Hannibal worked out. Will knew as much from Hannibal handling him from before. A strong grip here or there but always in a none threatening, friendly way. Even their brief wrestling match a few minutes ago told Will that Hannibal wasn’t a pansy assed man. And now with his shirt off, holy fucking shit, is all Will can even think of at this moment.
All that skin glinting in the moon light, the fire crackling and sending heat there way, and the sudden sexual tension made his body warmer than he could remember. It was….interesting, to say the least. He’d always tried to feel this for Alana. Because conventional reasoning told him that was the appropriate way to respond to a woman who liked him; this was different. This was more primal, more ancient. More….of something he couldn’t quite describe.
Will gulped.
“When I said I wanted your heart,” Hannibal undid his belt, toed off his shoes. “I don’t mean to eat it.” and then his pants came off and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He’d gone commando on this of all days and Will couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. On Hannibal’s behalf because it seemed as if the man didn’t have an ounce of shame.
Who does that? Will wondered briefly. And with that distraction noticed, Hannibal swooped in for the kill – pun not intended – and planted his lips onto Will’s. His hand came to cup the back of Will’s neck and he knelt on the bed, Will’s legs between his own, strong, muscular thighs.
Will felt a rush of blood go to his nether regions and debated on whether or not to go through with this. On whether Hannibal was above Rape. On whether or not he could take this risk. Hannibal pulled back. Reached for Will’s collar and undid a single button. He looked into Will’s strong, brown eyes for several seconds.
Will nodded.
Hannibal continued undoing buttons until Will was out of the dingy, plaid shirt. It fell onto the floor. Neither care that Hannibal hadn’t treated it with the care he’d handled his own clothing with.
Hannibal’s hands trailed up and down Will’s chest. Finger tips lightly tickling the younger man. Will tried hard not to laugh, not to squirm too much. Oh, but Hannibal did love that reaction. He loved to see Will squirming and decided to get more of that. He got up. Slowly. Will moaned at the loss of contact.
“Take your pants off Will,” Hannibal directed as he disappeared into the kitchen. Will did so, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. Hoping no one would come by to check on him.
He glanced at his dogs. They had lost interest in the proceedings in favor of lying before the fire and sleeping. None interested in what bodily harm Hannibal had planned for their master.
Then Hannibal re-entered the room. He had a glass of ice. Will shivered, but it wasn’t because the room was cold. Hannibal set the glass down on the table, near enough for him to reach easily, as he climbed onto the bed.
He positioned Will on his back. Hands slightly angled at his sides, legs stretched open. His large hand cupped Will’s genitals and softly massaged the prick. Will’s breath hitched as Hannibal’s smooth, and yet slightly callused, hand rubbed up and down almost hypnotically. He watched avidly just to make sure Hannibal wasn’t doing that to simply give him a distraction in order to then kill, mutilate and cook his organs.
Hannibal watched him just as much as Will observed him and the confident hand strokes that slowly woke Will’s cock. It felt glorious. His fingers slid along smooth skin and with each stroke Will’s breath huffed faster as the blood filled the prick and Will tried his hardest to not let Hannibal get the best of him.
It was trust; and Will had no reason to trust Hannibal. Even though he’d told the Agent the truth when he showed up out of the blue. He had to probe it. They both knew that, even though neither man said the words.
Hannibal decided to push just a little bit more. Once he had Will’s consent he’d feel a little better about the situation. He dropped the cock in his hands and crawled forwards. He straddled Will’s waist and softly ran his fingers up and down the expanse of stomach and chest before him. Will watched him avidly.
“Are you going to do as I tell you?” Hannibal asked. He lent down to give one of the inviting nipples a light lick of the tongue.
Will nodded and blinked owlishly at Hannibal; he felt far too curious to demand that Hannibal stop and it felt good. He hadn’t had sex in years. And as bad of a reason as that is, and stupid – he could hear a Jack like voice yelling at him at the back of his head -he was willing to see what Hannibal was going to do.
Hannibal grinned; “What is your safe word?”
Will was not prepared for that; Hannibal is a total dominant man. Though he did let others lead when he needed them too, or he wanted them to think they were in charge, until he could talk them around to his view of things. Hannibal, instead, was giving Will the power. They might both be naked. They might be intoxicated with lust – Will did in fact notice that Hannibal was as hard as he, even if it is a little late in the game – and this gave him pause. For a split second he saw the play Hannibal had done and was ready to make his own move. His gun lay under his pillow. He could order Hannibal to get dressed, tie him to the chair, report it to Jack, get dressed himelf and wait it out.
But SEX sounded so much better.
“Will?” Hannibal’s soft and accented voice got Will out of his thoughts. Will blinked. This was it. No turning back. No matter what he decided. He gulped; then he took the dive.
“Abigail,” Will replied, because he knew Hannibal had murdered that poor girl and served her to someone for shits and giggles. They’d never been able to prove that murder though. Will knew that the psycho Psychiatrist had a higher kill count that they’d been able to prove in a court of law, or find evidence for; fucking Cannibal. Hannibal didn’t seem to care; he smirked and shook his head, as if he knew that’d be Will’s choice of safe word.
“Don’t move,” Hannibal ordered. Will went as still as a rock. Hannibal patted Will’s flank as a reward before leaning over the side of the bed to fish about for two of Will’s ugly ties that’d found their home under his bed.
Will couldn’t help a huff of laughter from escaping him when Hannibal found two of his own silk ties. “How’d those get there?” Hannibal asked, a smile found its way to his lips. Will shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, honestly. “I think maybe Price or Zeller gave them to me as a joke because they weren’t considered evidence or something.”
Hannibal shook his head and sighed, but he wasn’t angry; it said a lot about him that he went on to use the ties, one red and the other blue, to bind Will’s wrists to the headboard of the bed, one at each corner. Will tested the ties strength. No give but Hannibal watched him closely.
“Do you wish to stop?” he asked.
“Did I accidentally say her name?” Will countered.
“No, however, I do not wish for you to be too uncomfortable.”
“The only thing making me uncomfortable is my hard on. Hannibal, what are we even doing?” Will asked.
“Are you and I going to wax poetic about sex?”
“Please, drop the psychiatrist shtick? It’s weird when we’re both naked,” Will scowled up at his former psychiatrist. Hannibal couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“It is about time we get down to business,” he admitted.
Will bit his bottom lip; he jutted his hips up a bit and both of their cocks rubbed up against each other. Hannibal choked back some sort of sound Will couldn’t make out. But it got his point across.
Hannibal, however, backed off. Will groaned at the loss of body contact. Hannibal, instead, retrieved the glass of ice that is begging to melt. He smirked, almost evilly, down at Hannibal before he poured the ice water along his captive’s body.
Will let out a shout of surprise; “The fuck!?”
“Language,” Hannibal gently reminded his younger “Lover”.
“Hannibal, that was…not cool,” Will wiggled; the water was so cold that it gave him goose bumps.
“I must contradict that statement Will,” Hannibal fished out an ice cube, “it is the nature of ice to be…as you say….cool.”
“No, what I meant is that it wasn’t a very nice thing to do!” Will sighed. He’d forgotten how annoying Hannibal could be sometimes. He didn’t, however, want Hannibal to stop.
“I am not a very nice man,” Hannibal clucked a tongue and slowly traced random patterns on Will’s chest with the ice. Will tried his best to stay still. It was hard to do with the ice tickling him in places he hadn’t even known were ticklish to begin with; he couldn’t deny how sexy it was though. Hannibal looming above him, hair falling into his eyes, and Will practically – totally – at this mans mercy.
It was enough to almost make him cum just with that single thought.
“Hannibal…” Will gulped air and yet the moan escaped his throat at the sane time. He tried to give form to his inner need – want – and Hannibal knew. The ice had melted by this time and Hannibal had gone for another ice cube while Will distracted himself with these inner deductions. The ice cube started its journey at the tip of his nose, slowly Hannibal trailed it across Will’s lips and it slowly slid down his neck; the tip of the cube touched both nipples, making a few circles before traveling further south.
Will groaned and wiggled. It was too hard to stay still as the ice cube glided along his flank. Will let out a bit of a laugh. He couldn’t keep it back. Hannibal’s dark eyes lit up at the sound. Almost as if a star had made it’s home in his irises as they locked eyes and they practically glinted at Will; kinda like a demented Dumbledore. It was rather disconcerting but as the ice touched his dick – lightly, and making the hardness in it soften slightly – Will forgot about everything as the ice came to a stop at the entrance of his ass.
“Ready?” Hannibal questioned. Will bit his bottom lip and nodded. Hannibal teased the small, puckered hole slowly. The cold permeated the skin and it felt as if it was flowing through his nerves. Hannibal slowly inserted the ice cube, which was rather melted and easily slid into Will.
“That’s cold.”
“Yes,”
Hannibal didn’t waste any time in getting another ice cube, this time, however, he bypassed the play and started to insert it into the hole before him. The hole that’d soon encase his cock and it’d be wonderfully cold and Hannibal couldn’t wait to be inside. He would have to give the ice some time to melt; he pushed the ice cube inside as far as it’d go, his finger followed up to the first knuckle. Will bucked wildly at the sensations. Hannibal followed it up with the fourth and fifth ice cube before leaving Will alone on the bed.
Hannibal disappeared upstairs for a few moments. Will heard him move and the stairs creak with each step. But he was far too pre-occupied with the cold in his ass and the feeling of the ice cube melting with each second. It was cold, like he’d been outside in the dead of winter for far too long. His dick though, had other thoughts, it was hard and weeping pre-cum. Will felt it ooze down his length and drip over his balls before being caught by the cotton fabric of the sheets beneath him.
Will, shivering, was able to pin point Hannibal coming down the stairs and making his way back to the bed. He carried a black bag and set it down on the floor, well out of sight.
“What….what…?” Will tried.
“Have you changed your mind?” Hannibal asked. The sound of a zipper and then rustling met Will’s ears. Hannibal was bent at the waist gathering something.
“What are you going to do?” Will asked. Maybe this was it. Maybe Hannibal really was going to slaughter him, use him for food. Oh god.
Instead, Hannibal revealed an anal plug and a full mouth gag. One that’d encompass his mouth and chin. It probably even locked in the back. Will could see the small lock hanging from one end of the attachment.
“This means I won’t be able to say my safe word,” Will wasn’t sure about this one.
Hannibal nodded; “I won’t kill you.”
“That’s very reassuring,” Will said. Deadpan.
Hannibal shrugged; “I got it because I thought you’d look beautiful in it. You all ready look divine tied to the bed.” His voice is smooth and Will gulps because it’s a huge turn on; even if it was a complete lie. Will rolled his eyes.
Hannibal rejoined him on the bed, and without another word he took Will’s jaw in hand and inserted the cock filling of the gag into the captive mouth. Will yelled and thrashed, but Hannibal knew what he was doing and had the gag locked within seconds. Will growled and cursed Hannibal behind the gag. The older man chuckled and twirked a nipple. Will jumped practically a foot in response. Will yanked on the ties, which didn’t budge an inch, trying to get at Hannibal because he needed the key to get the gag off. Hannibal didn’t pay any attention to his struggles; instead he fished around for two more ties, this time ugly and of low quality fabric, these being Will’s original ties, and preceded to bind kicking ankles to the last two corners of the bed. Now tied down at four points, Will was only able to move the core of his body.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this for years, William,” Hannibal was saying. He took the glass up, which held the last two ice cubes, and poured the last of the contents into his hands. “I’ve planned this out to the last detail and I just couldn’t bypass the gag. It looks marvelous on you,” and indeed it did. Made out of black, supple leather, the shape looking like the one he’d worn at the mental prison with a bit going over the nose, there were small openings for breathing it made Will’s eyes bigger than usual, or that was just the adrenalin, Hannibal rather liked the effect.
Hannibal grabbed Will’s gangly cock and started massaging it as he shoved the last two ice cubes into Will. His captive let out a low keening noise. Hannibal rather liked it, and as he massaged the cock, he decided to ask for Will’s consent one last time.
“If you want me to let you go, tell me now, nod if you want me to stop, to let you out of these bindings, William, I will do it. Trust me.”
Will breathed heavily through his nose; the hand on his cock felt so good. His hips danced about without his say so, and, he gave a single shake of the head. He’d go through with it. Hannibal surprising him was part of the game, has always been, and though the plastic cock in his mouth felt odd, he couldn’t deny that this was turning him on tremendously.
Hannibal smiled; “Then let us continue.”
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TBC
Fandom – Hannibal (TV)
Pairing – Hannigram
Rating – NC17
Kinks – Ice Play, Tickling, Bondage, toys
Warnings – I decided that the kinks are not warnings but instead things people would WANT to read if they were in fact wanting to read that sort of thing. If those kinks are not something you like, please give this fic a try anyway. Because I dunno, maybe you’ll discover your secret ice kink. ;)
Disclaimer – I OWN the copy write of this story, I do not, however, own these characters. I do not, either, make money off this fic and in fact this is my gift to one of my many Tumblr Followers.
A/N – Congratulations Schizophobic for being one of the five who reblogged my Fan fic give away. ☺ This is dedicated to you. Thanks for following me and I do hope you Enjoy it. ☺
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DONG-1-DONG-2-DONG-3-DONG-4-DONG-5…
The Grandfather clock in the front hall chimes the time, Will counts each chime as if it is the most natural thing in the world. It’s been a while since he heard the familiar chimes. It’s been a while since he’s been in his own house, with all of his dogs.
It’s four in the morning. The chiming dies down, not even an echo. It’s a different sort of silence though. It’s nothing like the silence at the Mental institution. He couldn’t believe a whole year had gone by, nor that Alana had taken care of his dogs for that long. They’re all piled on the king sized bed in the front room of the house. A fire crackles in the grad of the fireplace and the air is warm.
But, he can’t sleep.
The paper lies on the coffee table not far away; “RIPPER AT LARGE!” cries the headline. As if no one knew that. They all knew it. They just didn’t know whom. And Will wondered why he kept this information to himself. Obviously he should tell Jack. Though, he couldn’t help harboring a bit of anger towards the man for even believing for one second he’d been the copy-cat Shrike, or Ripper, even. All of those murders were pinned on him, and once his illness had been treated…
…no one believed him.
Except for Hannibal Lecter and Alana Bloom.
And by the end of it, he’d gotten a break through. He knew Hannibal was the Ripper. He knew that Hannibal had taken the job of keeping him sane to keep an eye on the FBI because he couldn’t let them know he was a fucking cannibal.
He turned from his side onto his back to stare at the ceiling. The rail stood above his head a little and a shadow moved. A shadow that had not been there before…or so he thought. Will moved but he wasn’t fast enough. His dogs scattered – some guard dogs they turned out to be, seriously – the sudden weight pushed air out of his lungs with a giant “woosh”.
Will put his arms up to topple the man above him. He felt silk, a fabric that not everyone could afford and he smelled….well, the cologne belonged to one man he’d ever come into contact with in his life, and that was…
“Hannibal?”
“My Dear Will, have you missed me?”
That’s right, Will suddenly remembered, Hannibal had gone “missing” when the FBI announced they had suspects for the Ripper killings and soon that monster would be in jail. Only, their case for Hannibal being the Ripper was very, very small indeed and if the man had played it smart he’d have been dismissed from the courtroom.
“What are you doing here?” Will asked, “giving up the game?”
“Never,” Hannibal chuckled. His smooth accent felt like a shot of bourbon tasted; smooth, cool and somewhat dangerous. Will was having a hard time getting the man off of him. His arms shook but he wasn’t going to give up the fight yet.
“What have you come here for?” Will asked, though he could guess, “do you want my kidney?”
“No. Your heart will due,” Hannibal replied huskily. Will didn’t need any more confirmation from the Cannibal than that and he swiftly turned them over. He scrambled out of bed and was going for his gun when Hannibal tackled him to the ground from behind.
Once again air was rushed from his body; his hands and arms pinned so he couldn’t fight back. He growled. His dogs whimpered.
“Will, I am not here to kill you,” Hannibal said, or lied, Will wasn’t sure if the man was telling the truth or not.
“You are a bag of Dicks, Hannibal! Do you hear me? You left me there, you made them think I killed all those people you ate, and fed to others. Do I look stupid? The sausages you served with those eggs were people!” Will growled.
Hannibal clucked his tongue and eased up a little so that Will could breath. “True.”
“And you want me to…what? Forgive you?”
“It’ll take time,” Hannibal conceded.
“Damn straight it will and you can start by getting the fuck off of me!”
“How about getting you off?” Hannibal asked instead. He did, however, get to his feet and he helped Will to his. Then, he steered Will back to the bed and gently pushed him down to sit.
The adrenaline Will felt from early was petering off because his body did not feel as if he were in trouble. Hannibal had taken on his Psychiatrist mold. Though, a spark of something glinted in his eyes. The darkness around them made it hard to tell if it were Hannibal planning to murder and kill him or if he wanted something more mundane.
“All right, start talking,” Will demanded, he crossed his arms and glared up at Hannibal.
“My Dear Will, ever since Jack came to me asking for my help, I knew you happen to be very special. No one has ever captured my interest as you have,” Hannibal started off by taking off his suit jacket. He let it lie on the closest chair. Next his tie was undone and hung over the back of aforementioned chair and then he slowly unbuttoned his white, dress shirt.
Will gulped. Hannibal worked out. Will knew as much from Hannibal handling him from before. A strong grip here or there but always in a none threatening, friendly way. Even their brief wrestling match a few minutes ago told Will that Hannibal wasn’t a pansy assed man. And now with his shirt off, holy fucking shit, is all Will can even think of at this moment.
All that skin glinting in the moon light, the fire crackling and sending heat there way, and the sudden sexual tension made his body warmer than he could remember. It was….interesting, to say the least. He’d always tried to feel this for Alana. Because conventional reasoning told him that was the appropriate way to respond to a woman who liked him; this was different. This was more primal, more ancient. More….of something he couldn’t quite describe.
Will gulped.
“When I said I wanted your heart,” Hannibal undid his belt, toed off his shoes. “I don’t mean to eat it.” and then his pants came off and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He’d gone commando on this of all days and Will couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. On Hannibal’s behalf because it seemed as if the man didn’t have an ounce of shame.
Who does that? Will wondered briefly. And with that distraction noticed, Hannibal swooped in for the kill – pun not intended – and planted his lips onto Will’s. His hand came to cup the back of Will’s neck and he knelt on the bed, Will’s legs between his own, strong, muscular thighs.
Will felt a rush of blood go to his nether regions and debated on whether or not to go through with this. On whether Hannibal was above Rape. On whether or not he could take this risk. Hannibal pulled back. Reached for Will’s collar and undid a single button. He looked into Will’s strong, brown eyes for several seconds.
Will nodded.
Hannibal continued undoing buttons until Will was out of the dingy, plaid shirt. It fell onto the floor. Neither care that Hannibal hadn’t treated it with the care he’d handled his own clothing with.
Hannibal’s hands trailed up and down Will’s chest. Finger tips lightly tickling the younger man. Will tried hard not to laugh, not to squirm too much. Oh, but Hannibal did love that reaction. He loved to see Will squirming and decided to get more of that. He got up. Slowly. Will moaned at the loss of contact.
“Take your pants off Will,” Hannibal directed as he disappeared into the kitchen. Will did so, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. Hoping no one would come by to check on him.
He glanced at his dogs. They had lost interest in the proceedings in favor of lying before the fire and sleeping. None interested in what bodily harm Hannibal had planned for their master.
Then Hannibal re-entered the room. He had a glass of ice. Will shivered, but it wasn’t because the room was cold. Hannibal set the glass down on the table, near enough for him to reach easily, as he climbed onto the bed.
He positioned Will on his back. Hands slightly angled at his sides, legs stretched open. His large hand cupped Will’s genitals and softly massaged the prick. Will’s breath hitched as Hannibal’s smooth, and yet slightly callused, hand rubbed up and down almost hypnotically. He watched avidly just to make sure Hannibal wasn’t doing that to simply give him a distraction in order to then kill, mutilate and cook his organs.
Hannibal watched him just as much as Will observed him and the confident hand strokes that slowly woke Will’s cock. It felt glorious. His fingers slid along smooth skin and with each stroke Will’s breath huffed faster as the blood filled the prick and Will tried his hardest to not let Hannibal get the best of him.
It was trust; and Will had no reason to trust Hannibal. Even though he’d told the Agent the truth when he showed up out of the blue. He had to probe it. They both knew that, even though neither man said the words.
Hannibal decided to push just a little bit more. Once he had Will’s consent he’d feel a little better about the situation. He dropped the cock in his hands and crawled forwards. He straddled Will’s waist and softly ran his fingers up and down the expanse of stomach and chest before him. Will watched him avidly.
“Are you going to do as I tell you?” Hannibal asked. He lent down to give one of the inviting nipples a light lick of the tongue.
Will nodded and blinked owlishly at Hannibal; he felt far too curious to demand that Hannibal stop and it felt good. He hadn’t had sex in years. And as bad of a reason as that is, and stupid – he could hear a Jack like voice yelling at him at the back of his head -he was willing to see what Hannibal was going to do.
Hannibal grinned; “What is your safe word?”
Will was not prepared for that; Hannibal is a total dominant man. Though he did let others lead when he needed them too, or he wanted them to think they were in charge, until he could talk them around to his view of things. Hannibal, instead, was giving Will the power. They might both be naked. They might be intoxicated with lust – Will did in fact notice that Hannibal was as hard as he, even if it is a little late in the game – and this gave him pause. For a split second he saw the play Hannibal had done and was ready to make his own move. His gun lay under his pillow. He could order Hannibal to get dressed, tie him to the chair, report it to Jack, get dressed himelf and wait it out.
But SEX sounded so much better.
“Will?” Hannibal’s soft and accented voice got Will out of his thoughts. Will blinked. This was it. No turning back. No matter what he decided. He gulped; then he took the dive.
“Abigail,” Will replied, because he knew Hannibal had murdered that poor girl and served her to someone for shits and giggles. They’d never been able to prove that murder though. Will knew that the psycho Psychiatrist had a higher kill count that they’d been able to prove in a court of law, or find evidence for; fucking Cannibal. Hannibal didn’t seem to care; he smirked and shook his head, as if he knew that’d be Will’s choice of safe word.
“Don’t move,” Hannibal ordered. Will went as still as a rock. Hannibal patted Will’s flank as a reward before leaning over the side of the bed to fish about for two of Will’s ugly ties that’d found their home under his bed.
Will couldn’t help a huff of laughter from escaping him when Hannibal found two of his own silk ties. “How’d those get there?” Hannibal asked, a smile found its way to his lips. Will shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, honestly. “I think maybe Price or Zeller gave them to me as a joke because they weren’t considered evidence or something.”
Hannibal shook his head and sighed, but he wasn’t angry; it said a lot about him that he went on to use the ties, one red and the other blue, to bind Will’s wrists to the headboard of the bed, one at each corner. Will tested the ties strength. No give but Hannibal watched him closely.
“Do you wish to stop?” he asked.
“Did I accidentally say her name?” Will countered.
“No, however, I do not wish for you to be too uncomfortable.”
“The only thing making me uncomfortable is my hard on. Hannibal, what are we even doing?” Will asked.
“Are you and I going to wax poetic about sex?”
“Please, drop the psychiatrist shtick? It’s weird when we’re both naked,” Will scowled up at his former psychiatrist. Hannibal couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“It is about time we get down to business,” he admitted.
Will bit his bottom lip; he jutted his hips up a bit and both of their cocks rubbed up against each other. Hannibal choked back some sort of sound Will couldn’t make out. But it got his point across.
Hannibal, however, backed off. Will groaned at the loss of body contact. Hannibal, instead, retrieved the glass of ice that is begging to melt. He smirked, almost evilly, down at Hannibal before he poured the ice water along his captive’s body.
Will let out a shout of surprise; “The fuck!?”
“Language,” Hannibal gently reminded his younger “Lover”.
“Hannibal, that was…not cool,” Will wiggled; the water was so cold that it gave him goose bumps.
“I must contradict that statement Will,” Hannibal fished out an ice cube, “it is the nature of ice to be…as you say….cool.”
“No, what I meant is that it wasn’t a very nice thing to do!” Will sighed. He’d forgotten how annoying Hannibal could be sometimes. He didn’t, however, want Hannibal to stop.
“I am not a very nice man,” Hannibal clucked a tongue and slowly traced random patterns on Will’s chest with the ice. Will tried his best to stay still. It was hard to do with the ice tickling him in places he hadn’t even known were ticklish to begin with; he couldn’t deny how sexy it was though. Hannibal looming above him, hair falling into his eyes, and Will practically – totally – at this mans mercy.
It was enough to almost make him cum just with that single thought.
“Hannibal…” Will gulped air and yet the moan escaped his throat at the sane time. He tried to give form to his inner need – want – and Hannibal knew. The ice had melted by this time and Hannibal had gone for another ice cube while Will distracted himself with these inner deductions. The ice cube started its journey at the tip of his nose, slowly Hannibal trailed it across Will’s lips and it slowly slid down his neck; the tip of the cube touched both nipples, making a few circles before traveling further south.
Will groaned and wiggled. It was too hard to stay still as the ice cube glided along his flank. Will let out a bit of a laugh. He couldn’t keep it back. Hannibal’s dark eyes lit up at the sound. Almost as if a star had made it’s home in his irises as they locked eyes and they practically glinted at Will; kinda like a demented Dumbledore. It was rather disconcerting but as the ice touched his dick – lightly, and making the hardness in it soften slightly – Will forgot about everything as the ice came to a stop at the entrance of his ass.
“Ready?” Hannibal questioned. Will bit his bottom lip and nodded. Hannibal teased the small, puckered hole slowly. The cold permeated the skin and it felt as if it was flowing through his nerves. Hannibal slowly inserted the ice cube, which was rather melted and easily slid into Will.
“That’s cold.”
“Yes,”
Hannibal didn’t waste any time in getting another ice cube, this time, however, he bypassed the play and started to insert it into the hole before him. The hole that’d soon encase his cock and it’d be wonderfully cold and Hannibal couldn’t wait to be inside. He would have to give the ice some time to melt; he pushed the ice cube inside as far as it’d go, his finger followed up to the first knuckle. Will bucked wildly at the sensations. Hannibal followed it up with the fourth and fifth ice cube before leaving Will alone on the bed.
Hannibal disappeared upstairs for a few moments. Will heard him move and the stairs creak with each step. But he was far too pre-occupied with the cold in his ass and the feeling of the ice cube melting with each second. It was cold, like he’d been outside in the dead of winter for far too long. His dick though, had other thoughts, it was hard and weeping pre-cum. Will felt it ooze down his length and drip over his balls before being caught by the cotton fabric of the sheets beneath him.
Will, shivering, was able to pin point Hannibal coming down the stairs and making his way back to the bed. He carried a black bag and set it down on the floor, well out of sight.
“What….what…?” Will tried.
“Have you changed your mind?” Hannibal asked. The sound of a zipper and then rustling met Will’s ears. Hannibal was bent at the waist gathering something.
“What are you going to do?” Will asked. Maybe this was it. Maybe Hannibal really was going to slaughter him, use him for food. Oh god.
Instead, Hannibal revealed an anal plug and a full mouth gag. One that’d encompass his mouth and chin. It probably even locked in the back. Will could see the small lock hanging from one end of the attachment.
“This means I won’t be able to say my safe word,” Will wasn’t sure about this one.
Hannibal nodded; “I won’t kill you.”
“That’s very reassuring,” Will said. Deadpan.
Hannibal shrugged; “I got it because I thought you’d look beautiful in it. You all ready look divine tied to the bed.” His voice is smooth and Will gulps because it’s a huge turn on; even if it was a complete lie. Will rolled his eyes.
Hannibal rejoined him on the bed, and without another word he took Will’s jaw in hand and inserted the cock filling of the gag into the captive mouth. Will yelled and thrashed, but Hannibal knew what he was doing and had the gag locked within seconds. Will growled and cursed Hannibal behind the gag. The older man chuckled and twirked a nipple. Will jumped practically a foot in response. Will yanked on the ties, which didn’t budge an inch, trying to get at Hannibal because he needed the key to get the gag off. Hannibal didn’t pay any attention to his struggles; instead he fished around for two more ties, this time ugly and of low quality fabric, these being Will’s original ties, and preceded to bind kicking ankles to the last two corners of the bed. Now tied down at four points, Will was only able to move the core of his body.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this for years, William,” Hannibal was saying. He took the glass up, which held the last two ice cubes, and poured the last of the contents into his hands. “I’ve planned this out to the last detail and I just couldn’t bypass the gag. It looks marvelous on you,” and indeed it did. Made out of black, supple leather, the shape looking like the one he’d worn at the mental prison with a bit going over the nose, there were small openings for breathing it made Will’s eyes bigger than usual, or that was just the adrenalin, Hannibal rather liked the effect.
Hannibal grabbed Will’s gangly cock and started massaging it as he shoved the last two ice cubes into Will. His captive let out a low keening noise. Hannibal rather liked it, and as he massaged the cock, he decided to ask for Will’s consent one last time.
“If you want me to let you go, tell me now, nod if you want me to stop, to let you out of these bindings, William, I will do it. Trust me.”
Will breathed heavily through his nose; the hand on his cock felt so good. His hips danced about without his say so, and, he gave a single shake of the head. He’d go through with it. Hannibal surprising him was part of the game, has always been, and though the plastic cock in his mouth felt odd, he couldn’t deny that this was turning him on tremendously.
Hannibal smiled; “Then let us continue.”
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TBC