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Will takes the first bite between his teeth with unusual slowness.
The rich flavor fills his mouth and he shivers, though the motion is subtle. He is distinctly aware of the knowledge that he is being observed with obsessive intensity. Ever the tease, he grants his admirer a glimpse of what it has done to him with a slight motion of his thigh, exposing the outline of his erection through tight-fitted fabric.
He flashes another glance to the man positioned at the table’s end. Their eyes lock, and Hannibal’s shine with an interest that borders on plain amusement.
Will brings the knife down to his plate once again. To the generous cut of meat that is pink in the center, a little trickle of blood running lazily from within as he separates a small piece from the rest. This is brought to his lips with deliberate slowness, and as his gaze meets Hannibal’s, the expression he lets linger there is one of intense need. He is only playing, intending to draw this out for as long as he can before the well-mannered predator will finally make the decision to get up and do something about it. He wants to see exactly how much pushing it will take to bring him to that point.
His lips are parted now, never looking away as the flesh presses softly to his tongue - then to his teeth, and as he bites into it the warm juices within flood into his mouth and he is practically sanctified by its flavor. It is bursting with life, rich and perfect and all too arousing. Slaughtered and prepared by Hannibal’s skilled hands alone, and Will does not concern himself with the identity of his meal just now. The life and intentions of whomever it had once been had been brought to this. Fresh meat to satiate two predatory men, to be debased and worshipped in a way that few would ever be bold enough to fathom. To become an endless part of them all at the same time their meal’s precious perception of humanity had become irrelevant.
Will’s eyes grow lidded, cock twitching in his boxers as he chews with slow and reverent bites. And it is all on display for Hannibal to see, divided only by that short distance between them and the layer of clothing he still wore.
The flesh is heavy on his tongue, thick in his throat as he swallows.
Hannibal’s gaze breaks with his own to watch it, difficult to read. Yet Will finds that unreadable expression to represent a sort of victory for himself - a telling sign that Hannibal is repressing his true thoughts as a way to show that he is still the one in control. But Will knows the truth, has known so for a long time now. Because the apex predator has been caught in his snare, captured and vulnerable to his advances. He’s been tamed, in a sense. Tamed in a way that he cannot control, by a production of his own mind which led him to become obsessively fascinated with the man before him.
And Will was fully intent upon using that to his advantage, so much so that there was a definite possibility he might be letting this little sprig of power distract him from just how easily that illusion of his own control could be lost again.
“Are you intending to put on a show for me, Will?” The man across the table cocks his head to the side, catlike.
“What do you think, Doctor Lecter?” The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk.
“I think that you are forgetting something important,” He replies in a matter of fact tone.
“And what would that be?” A challenge.
“Why don’t you enlighten me?”
“I think that you are forgetting what a privilege it is for you to have been allowed to keep your life intact. As you are more than well aware, many others have not been quite so lucky.”
Not so lucky in his presence.
“A privilege?” Will questioned coyly.
“Not long ago, you would often dream of brutalizing me.” Hannibal stated, leaning forward slightly. “I am certain that you got a very similar rise out of those fantasies as you do now in a…slightly different context.” His attention flickered momentarily to the half-finished plate of food.
“And your point…?” Will pressed, a deliberate annoyance. “My point is that I know you better than this, Will. I have known you since you were shivering and uncertain, little more than a mere rabbit.“
Will’s eyes narrowed at him, yet the smirk was returning.
“You must know how badly I have longed to sink my teeth inside you. To watch muscle shred and blood trickle as I rip you apart at my leisure.”
The heat in his crotch was back, more apparent than ever. This time, he situated himself in a way so thar Hannibal could not see it.
“And if I cut up your meat and fed you to yourself you would respond all the same. If I were to be the one consuming you now, your pleasure would not be lost in the change.”
Despite his better knowledge, Will clenched his jaw. It was a full truth, yet in his recent state of enlightenment he so stubbornly did not wish to be reminded of this fact. He could delude himself into thinking that he was a true apex predator, yet that title would always belong to the monster so casually conversing with him now. That truth was almost as frustrating as it was erotic.
“I love you Will, but that does not mean I would not choose to devour you one day.”
“Why don’t you then? Why don’t you tell me how you would wish for me to be devoured?”
Hannibal returned that smugness with a look of his own. “Would it not be more informative if it were a shared confession, then?”
“I’m starting to think this isn’t so much about putting me in my place anymore as it is about you finding a convenient excuse to get your rocks off.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be so selfish as to make it purely about my own needs.”
“Will you prove yourself then, doctor?” He questioned in a tone that was hinting at playful.
Hannibal stood, silent confirmation. Will remained rather pleased with himself. He did not react as Hannibal just about closed the distance between them, waiting for some further queue in decision of what his next move might be. Rather than advancing upon him as Will had been expecting, he opted to pull out the chair closest to his own and sit there beside him.
Will cast him a questioning glance as Hannibal remained silent, clearly expecting something of him. “Finish your dinner.” He replied simply, gaze lingering on Will as if he were trying to seek out the flaws of his reaction - if there were any defiance to be detected, any sign that he might decide to make this a little more difficult than it would have been. There was none to be found, at least not in the moment. The other went along with his request, but not without a coy smile.
It became a little bit harder to act so casual with Hannibal staring right down at him. From across the table, he was granted the illusion of the older man being in a position only to spectate - passively watching. But here he could reach out to Will, touch him if he pleased.
He turned his attention elsewhere, not wanting to give in so completely so soon. To the half eaten meat, what had belonged to a creature who was very much alive perhaps as recently as this morning. The thought made that passing attention to his straining erection all the more apparent. What had they done to capture Lecter’s attention in such a way? How had this poor fool made themselves so tempting yet so vulnerable, in a prime position to be captured and devoured?
Will would keep up his act of passive indifference for as long as the cruel doctor would allow it. Despite the fact that he knew well enough, that Hannibal could scent his arousal easily and that attempting to hide it from view did nothing to stop that. He was showing restraint and that was what mattered most. Even if it was, at its core, a display of his own stubbornness. He knew that Hannibal was not a patient man, and denying him the sight of giving in completely meant he held just a small ounce of power - even if it was temporary. So he paid no mind to the man so contentedly watching him, cut another sliver of flesh. Slightly bloody, the fluid glistened as he lifted it to his mouth. Eyes fluttered closed as he took it all in, muffling a groan when his teeth sank in and there was once again that intense burst of pleasure. Something that sex alone could not give. Will let his mind roam freely - could afford to let it go like that now. Allowing himself the freedom to get lost in his own fantasy with Hannibal as witness.
A soft voice - loud in the near silent room, brought him back to his senses only slightly.
“Tell me Will, what do you see?”
“Her life-“ He paused, then;
“Vitality.“
“What do you imagine when this image comes to mind?”
Will’s breathing had quickened to some degree.
“I think of cornering - pinning her down.” He stated, and as he said the following words saliva began to pool into his mouth.
“I imagine a warm body, flexing beneath me, struggling to free itself from a weight relentlessly holding it there. Then I -“ He inhales deeply, as if the next words are hard to say, or with more likelihood he is attempting to hold back what is attempting to free itself.
“Yes, Will?”
“I bite down hard into her throat. I rip it out and swallow her flesh in greedy gulps, and her blood splatters my face and I keep going- deeper, deeper, and I just can’t stop it, because her taste is better than anything I’ve ever had and I am overtaken by hunger. I can’t stop because it all feels so good, it’s addictive like nothing I’ve ever had before, something I could never have any other way. It is ecstasy in filth.”
He is shuddering now, a very slight twitching movement. Hannibal is captivated by his performance. His own arousal has grown with the unfolding of such an irresistible display, though he will pay little mind to it until Will’s current state has been tended to.
“I can taste her.” Will continues. “Can feel her - inside me. Her blood filling my throat, covering my tongue.”
At this point he’s so unaware of his surroundings that when Hannibal places a hand on his thigh he jolts and attempts to buck up against it, though the touch is not close enough to graze where it is needed most. A cruel spirited tease meant to probe him further.
Will opens his eyes, though his gaze is glassy and vacant. Just as Hannibal wants him, to witness the complete breakdown of that resolve he tried so hard to keep.
Hannibal’s touch moves up to his stomach, ghosting over the heated flesh there. Were it anyone else, it would be assumed to be the result of fever of some kind. Reality was much different when it came to them, a very specific ailment that could not be cured with simple medication. It required action. His fingers press deeper against it, and Will shudders again. Hips twitch as if he intends to move them, to grind needly against the older man who is so intent on tormenting him for just a few precious minutes longer.
But Will cannot last any more than several moments before he’s taking a firm and sudden grasp of Hannibal’s wrist, attempting to push his hand lower. Hannibal smirks subtly, even if the expression is kept only to himself. Still, he’s smart enough to know that Hannibal will not want to give it up to him unless he pushes just a little further for it. So his next words come out in as much of a desperate plea as they are a command.
“Touch me. I need you to -“ He swallows thickly, taste of wet flesh overwhelming his senses once more as if he’d just now sunk his teeth into the spoils of their kill.
Mercifully, Hannibal does not probe him further. Will vaguely registers the sound of his zipper being pulled down, and all but physical sensation is lost again as a hand wraps firmly around his cock.
His breathing comes in ragged gasps, and that resolve is indeed shattered. He bucks aggressively into Hannibal’s grasp, though he’s already gotten to work servicing Will by giving several hard strokes up and down his length.
His hand is already glossy with precum, Will’s desperation making this easier on both of them. Still, he won’t allow this to end so easily. Hannibal has already got him in the perfect position to take this further, and he won’t be letting that opportunity go to waste. So, not unlike he would have during those very first few sessions in his office together, Hannibal coaxes him deeper into the scarcely concealed recesses of his mind.
“And how does it feel when you devour her, Will? What does it make you want to do?”
His voice is a distant echo in Will’s mind, where he is so deeply engrossed in fantasy that those words barely register at first. The tension in his hips momentarily lessens, Hannibal notes - he gives the base of Will’s cock a testing squeeze, feeling it twitch back against his palm.
Will’s reply to that is a most pathetic whimper, though a quiet one. Hannibal knows all the right ways to press him further.
“It must feel euphoric, finally letting go.” Hannibal speaks in a soft murmur, brushing his thumb over the slit of Will’s cock as another bead of precum begins to spill from it.
“The taste of blood and muscle in your throat, with a scent so overwhelming. Famished and aware that you can only be satisfied once you gorge upon her flesh…”
He leans in closer, breath hot against Will’s throat. Will is shivering, half lidded eyes rolled back, throat bobbing as he swallows to prevent himself from choking on his own saliva. Hannibal is quite pleased by this display. It appears that Will’s own mind has done much of the necessary work on it’s own with little influence needed.
In his fantasy, will is kneeling over the bloodied form of a woman who remains utterly helpless against his act of brutality. Lip curled into a snarl, his teeth are stained with blood - upper body soon to follow as he sinks his teeth into her throat without hesitation. Her taste floods into him, and he feels his cock throb as he pulls his head back with an unforgiving snap - feels the delicate flesh there give, teeth tearing the vital part of her out in a few hard tugs. Her blood christens his body in thick gouts, and at the same time he bites into that first piece of meat and lets the juices flood his mouth she is below him, choking on that crimson fluid which gave her life. She is not screaming, only makes choked gasping sounds as life so quickly seeps from her throat.
Will tenses, panting heavy and desperate as the orgasm wracks his body in violent waves. Saliva continually pools into his mouth, dripping from parted lips as he rides out his climax by rutting against the older man’s hand.
A thin sheen of sweat now covers his forehead, and when he regains his senses Will can see that the mess he made is now splattered onto the table and Hannibal’s fingers.
Gradually, the tension ebbs away and he is left with a pleasant sense of bonelessness. Will tilts his head back slightly, propped up against the chair - and glances back to Hannibal, who has once again assumed an upright position and is currently busying himself in wiping ejaculate off of his fingers with a handkerchief.
They sit beside each other in weighted silence for some time, before Hannibal abruptly rises and is all at once upon him. Will has scarcely enough time to process it as the older man straddles him, the weight of his body bearing down upon Will’s spread thighs. His cock - which has until now been laying softly and spent, once again begins to twitch at attention with a new pressure so close to it.
He reaches out - attempts to clutch at his shoulders, but Hannibal takes his wrists in a firm hold. He makes a slight, gruff sound in his throat - a noise of disapproval, a reaction which has Will’s eyes narrowing in confused suspicion. A part of him wonders what Lecter is pulling at. That part wants to lash out in some way, however minor such protest may be, to add any semblance of a challenge to what Hannibal is attempting now. Something to tell him that Will has some control of his own body, that he refuses to give in quite so easily for a second time.
But it seems his exhaustion from the previous act has tired him out considerably, a fuzzy exhaustion settling within muscle and bone. So instead of tensing at his contact, Will becomes limp - pliable.
This is all the invitation he needs to probe further, giving a few testing rolls of his hips against Will’s crotch. Hannibal’s clothed erection grinds up on his own, and he silently curses his body for being so pathetically susceptible to the touch. Blood rushes swiftly to his cock, and he simply lays there to take what is given to him as Hannibal continues.
“You want to know how I would do it?” Hannibal asks, barely a question in the tone he presents it in- much closer to a command. When Will does not immediately reply, a rough grip of his chin is taken and oh, now Hannibal has got his undivided attention.
Dead eyes pierce right through him in the dim light, and Will shudders involuntarily as Hannibal takes it further.
That hand on his face moves further down, stopping at his chest - lingering over the pulse of his heart that has became so much more apparent in the short time they have been entwined like this. It then ghosts down to his belly, stopping almost midway before he presses onto the soft flesh there so hard that it almost hurts.
“I would start here;” he begins, a purr to his tone. “With a small incision, marking exactly where i’d split you when I slice into your flesh for the second time.”
Will’s cheeks are flushed a deep red, pupils blown as Hannibal resumes that agonizingly slow grinding. Hannibal’s fingers trail to his pelvis, stopping once again so he can bring voice to that constant train of filth circulating in his mind.
“The cut would be much deeper this time, right down to your entrails. Delicately enough that the blade would not foul anything within you, and the flaps of skin and fat would be pulled apart - exposing all that is inside you to me completely.”
Will’s cock was throbbing against his stomach, and out of all the snarky replies he would have found readily available to make at any other time, there was nothing but a silent and growing desperation. Hannibal could surely sense this, and with the overwhelming distraction Will did not notice as Hannibal’s free hand moved to unbutton his own pants and angle his erection to rest against that of the man below him.
“Doctor Lecter-“ Will attempted to express an indignant outrage but was promptly shut down as Hannibal pressed their cocks together in his hand and began to stroke. Will jerked against him - tried to get more friction on his cock and throw off Hannibal’s movements, and was pressed firmly back down by the weight on his stomach as the older man leaned into him.
“You aren’t finished, William. You would not be wise to leave in a state like this.” Will only glared at him, but his breaths were heavy and he had the half vacant gaze of someone who was about to be pushed over the edge again far too soon.
Hannibal’s cock was already leaving a wet trail of precum between them, amplifying the obscene noises of his hand working away as he continued.
“I would cut flesh from between your ribs, eat them raw as you remained conscious. You would have the privilege to witness your own consumption in it’s early stages. How truly gratifying that would be for you, to sate my hunger and become one with something greater?”
Will’s breathing had increased to short gasps, and he gave himself away to the sensation of Hannibal’s grip on his cock and the delicious mental imagery he’d given. Let it take him once again just as he had been by the first.
“I would make certain to use every part of you after you had expired, but there would be a necessity to indulge as life still pulsed through your veins. To feel it flood into me as I bite into your neck, tasting perfection..”
Will jerked forward, hips stuttered as his cock throbbed against Hannibal’s palm.
All it took for him to cum was a slow drag of Hannibal’s thumb over the slit of his cock, and then he was coating his belly with thick ropes of it as he let off choked gasps with the image of Hannibal’s teeth buried in his throat burned deep into his mind. But Hannibal didn’t stop moving, and as Will was desperately squirming with all the tired energy his exhausted body could muster, his pace had quickened to an agonizing extent.
Will’s discomfort did not end until Hannibal’s orgasm followed, another layer of ejaculate painting his body as the doctor angled it away from himself as it pulsed in his hand.
Hannibal did not bother to give him the time to catch his breath before speaking. “You have been holding this in for some time.” He stated, a mild jab to slightly dent an already bruised ego.
Will sat properly upright, all but shoved him off as he angled all his effort into lifting himself from the chair. He was aware that what he’d said had been heard despite the lack of reply, and yet it seemed that most of the fight had been taken out of him for the time - ebbed away like his energy, the shield of denial having been lifted.
Hannibal let him go without further comment, gaze trailing after him until he disappeared down the hall.