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Hannibal’s thoughts had been cloudy for days after the night he’d spent trying to develop the relationship he had with Will. Growing up on the estate with the younger man, Hannibal had always held a fancy towards Will ever since his father had brought home the wild eyed boy with so much dirt on him he looked like a wild animal. A few weeks later, Will was taken in by the Lecters to work as their groundskeeper, growing up with the Lecter siblings, and learning with them. When he had grown into a young man Will had moved out of house to live by himself on the grounds, into the woods that bracketed the estate.
Hannibal’s fondness had only grown as they both filled out. He had presented as an Alpha, and taken charge of his sister and the two Omega’s they took into their family. Abigail whose family had been lost after a tragic hunting accident, and Alana whose father had been too sick to care for her. Will had always been there on the side of his gaze, always the big-hearted, curly haired beauty that was able to make all three of Hannibal’s sisters smile and laugh. He worked in the gardens, cleaned up the stables, and made sure there was fresh game for the household. A master at multitasking and keeping the Lecter’s from swooning after him while Hannibal tried to find a suitable mate for the three of them.
It saddened Hannibal that Will was a simple Beta, he would have been a wonderful Alpha that Hannibal would have loved to take to parties with him. Even then, Hannibal did not let either of their secondary genders get in the way, as he brought their relationships closer. And a few nights ago, Hannibal had brought Will some whiskey for the two of them to share while they sat in the living room to speak about anything and everything. Three glasses in and Hannibal found Will pleasantly pressed against his side as the two of them discussed the girls' suitors, Will frowned at most of them, and it had Hannibal chuckling.
“And what about you, Hannibal? I hear whispers about the amount of Omegas desperate to charm you into courting them, and yet you’d rather stay here on the grounds and act like you’re the girls’ father, more so than their brother.” Will asked, holding his glass of whiskey to his chest while he looked up at Hannibal with those rosy cheeks.
Scrunching his face, Hannibal made a noise of disgust, “I am pleasantly happy, without having some Omega leaning on my arms and whining for my knot, my sisters are the only Omega’s I’ve ever known that I can hold a conversation with. The ones I’ve met in court; feeble, whiny things. Like newborn kittens as they walk around with harsh perfumes.”
“You have a very narrow mindset about Omega’s,” Will says, his voice almost sounding bitter, “For someone as intelligent as you, I’d have thought you wouldn’t lump all Omega’s together.”
Brain clouded with alcohol and tongue loose, Hannibal hesitated before answering, “I apologize, Will, but my eyes aren’t set on any Omega, which makes me a little cruel towards them, only because I wish to catch the eye of another.”
Will blinks up at him with those ocean wave eyes, “And just who are you speaking about?”
Instead of answering, Hannibal had leaned in to kiss Will. Relishing the taste of those soft lips on his own, he had expected Will’s lips to be chapped and a little dry. Instead, they were like rubbing silk against his skin.
A hand on his chest had pushed Hannibal away, and the Alpha was desperate to lean in for more, but Will had stopped him from leaning in again.
“Sir, I’m sorry that I must say this, but we cannot be together—” Will’s eyes were wet with unshed tears.
“If you are worried about our social standing, I must tell you now that I would cast away my own title after my sisters are happy if it meant being with you. You fulfill me, give me sustenance where no one else has, and I wish to spend our lives together.”
Will kissed him, and it tasted like mourning, “I am not worried about that, nor do I wish for you to throw away your social standing for me. That’s not the issue, Hannibal, the issue is that I cannot please you in the ways you wish. I—” He paused and then looked away in shame, “I am scared down there from a childhood accident. It is an ugly thing, and it keeps me from bedding anyone but a few close friends. Even then, I do not wish to spend more than a night with someone.”
“We grew up with each other, Will. I have seen you covered in dirt and cleaning out horse shit. Scars do not bother me.” Hannibal tells him, wishing Will would drop this so they could kiss again.
“No, I’m sorry, but I cannot take that chance. I have been told by many that the scars do not bother them. Until they truly see it, and then they laugh and mock me. I would rather our relationship stays as it is now without letting it be ruined, please, Hannibal.” Will stands, “Turn your heart to another, as I am destined to live a life alone. But I am happy here. I am happy working for the Lecters, and that is all I can ask for.”
Will had left promptly after that, leaving Hannibal feeling like he had been burned from the inside out. Rejection was not something Hannibal was used to, and it boiled inside of him like acid melting through skin.
Now, days later, Hannibal still feels the burning of rejection branded onto his chest while he goes about his day. Will makes himself scarce after that night; showing up and disappearing once the work is done. Even Mischa and his other sisters notice Will's disappearance, along with Hannibal’s sudden interest in hiding in his study for hours on end.
Moody and with a bottle of wine, Hannibal takes too many glasses from the bottle before he feels enough courage to walk down to Will’s shack. He was going to convince the beautiful man that they should spend at least a week together, perhaps even one night. Hannibal was not going to be put off by some scar on Will. Of course Hannibal wishes to have a sexual relationship with Will, but he is more desperate to have Will as his own. The idea of being able to wake up with Will in his arms and have access to that beautiful mind whenever he wanted to hear Will’s opinion on every subject. The Alpha often found himself dreaming of days spent with Will where the two of them could live together, enjoying the domestic life to which Hannibal often saw other’s enjoying. He was not desperate enough to find himself a mate so he could settle, Hannibal did not want to settle, he wanted to be able to travel with Will and show him the whole world. Perhaps, even take Will to Florence, a place Hannibal holds dearly in his heart.
Finding Will’s shack, Hannibal’s nose tingles as he catches the scent of something overly sweet and wonders if Will is cooking anything, by chance. Taking a moment to calm himself down so he doesn’t bulldoze over the younger man, Hannibal takes the time to collect himself and fix his hair before continuing towards Will’s shack and knocking on the door.
A clash comes from inside which makes Hannibal straighten a little, until the door is opening. Standing there is Will with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking like an avenging Angel.
“Matthew, I told you that I had enough, do not— oh!” Will’s eyes grow wide when he sees who was at his door.
Hannibal blinks, racking his brain, as he remembers Matthew is the butcher in town who always saves the best cuts for the Lecters when they visit. Hearing Will say that name makes the brand burn even hotter against his skin, but Hannibal pushes the feeling away to speak.
“Will, I apologize for coming here so late but I wanted to talk to you. We’ve been avoiding each other ever since that night, and I—” Hannibal’s words trail off as he scents the air, he smells the heavy scent of slick, and sugary taste of burning honey, the way the woods smell after it rains, and something overly Omega. “Do you have an Omega in there? I did not realize Matthew was an Omega.”
“He’s not. Uh—” Will looks around a bit, before opening the door, “Just come in here, please.”
Accepting the invitation, Hannibal shakes off his boots before taking them off so he doesn't track mud into Will’s small cabin. It was the first time Hannibal has ever been inside Will’s place, and the scent of Will is thick in the air. It makes Hannibal’s head swim with lust. And yet, there is that underlying scent of Omega to it all that has the Alpha confused.
“Will, if there is someone in your bed already, I do not want to overstay my welcome. We are still friends, and if you wish to stay that way I would be amenable to getting over my heartache so that you can be with your Omega.” Hannibal bites back any vitriol he wants to spew. His senses have him wanting to go to Will’s room, and scare away whoever is in Will’s bed at this moment.
A snort escapes Will, “For all your time in school and as a man of great intelligence, it is amazing how much of that is failing you at this moment.”
“I’m sorry?” Hannibal asks, taken aback by Will’s words.
Will steps closer to him, and Hannibal fights to not let his eyes fall down to Will’s naked chest, “Hannibal, there is no one else in here but us.”
The older man blinks, and stares at Will’s face while realization dawns on him, “Oh.”
Will steps back then, “I have been hiding this ever since I presented. Your father was able to help me make homemade scent blockers from natural scents like fish oil and herbs. And I take tea to help make my heats last less than a week, usually a few days where I can get away with being sick, and then I’m back to normal.”
“My father knew?” Hannibal blinks, caught on the fact that his father kept Will’s secret to his deathbed.
“Yes. He was the one who found me after I was… attacked, I did not lie about having scars down there. They’re quite ugly. Your father was very kind to me and treated me like I was a bastard son after finding me. I will always be in his debt.”
“Why did he never tell us about this?” Hannibal doesn’t ask why his father never told ‘him’ about this.
“Because I asked him not to. Hannibal, I love your family, all of them. But being an Omega in this society, it is like sentencing yourself to death. Can you imagine me getting married off to some lord or lady? Where I will be trapped inside, treated as some dumb cow used for breeding?”
Yes. Hannibal’s mind throws out the picture of Will marrying him, courting him, him lavishing the younger man with silks and fine wine, and Will carrying their pups. And yet, even with all this fantasizing, he knows it is not true. Will is like a wild wood nymph. He belongs in the woods free and happy.
“No. No, I suppose I could not,” Hannibal sighs, settling into the chair, “I’m sorry, Will, I shouldn’t have barged in like that and demanded to be a part of your life.”
The Omega’s face shifts, “Are you upset that I’m of the…lesser sex? I did not say I was upset by your surprise visit.”
“No, no, of course not. I would never think of you so lowly, Will. I realize now that I may have put my foot in my mouth when I dragged my opinion about Omega’s into it. Please know, I would never have thought so lowly of you— you’re different to me, always have been. And I—”
Will puts his hand over Hannibal’s mouth, “Hush. We can fix your opinion on Omega’s later. I too, find most Omega’s in court irritating, but it has nothing to do with their gender, and more to do with the fact that they keep fawning over you like dogs in heat.” The hand moves to rub over Hannibal’s lips, tracing over them as he asks, “May I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Leaning down, Will’s lips press against Hannibal’s and the Alpha finds himself curling into the kiss as his hands settle on Will’s hips. The knowledge that he was bare under that towel made Hannibal snarl into the next kiss.
“Please, Will, please.” Hannibal begs, “I will get on my knees and beg, if you wish for me to, but please. Allow me the pleasure of being able to witness you in all your glory. I want to please you like a mad man.”
“There are scars down there,” Will turns his head a little, “I was attacked when I presented and your father found me with blood and cuts between my legs from where a group of men had…”
“You do not need to tell me everything if you don’t want to, Will. I won’t rush you.”
“Be gentle.” Will says, barely under a whisper.
Taking that as an invitation, Hannibal leans forward to hook his thumb into the towel so he can slowly pull it off. Letting the fabric fall to the ground, he stares at the white scars over the inside of Will’s thighs. It is true the scarring is bad, horribly so, but Hannibal is not put off by it as he leans in to kiss the skin.
The way Will’s body shivers under his lips makes the Alpha feel a strike of power flow into his veins. Will’s body reacts so beautifully to his touch. A soft, whispering, little gasps, as Hannibal kisses up those toned thighs before moving to press his lips to Will’s weeping cock. It is perfect, cut, and flushed pink, as well as the perfect size for Hannibal to have a mouthful of cock.
Hands tug at his hair then, pulling Hannibal away from moving any closer to Will’s cunt, “It’s rude of you, my lord, to let me stand here, nude, while you yourself are still dressed. Take me to bed?”
“As you wish.” Hannibal uses all his strength to pick Will up, grunting a little, as Will is not a little thing like all the other Omegas he’s met in court. When he has his arms secured around Will, Hannibal takes him to the door that Will’s bedroom lies behind, and is almost knocked off his feet when he gets the full weight of that lovely Omegan scent.
Placing Will down on the bed sheets, Hannibal stands back to undress himself completely, letting Will watch him as he does so. A fire burns in his chest as Will’s eyes are only focused on Hannibal’s body. They dip low when the Alpha removes his pants and his cock springs free of its confines. Heavy drips of precum escape the tip of his cock, and Will’s mouth drops open a little and he clenches his thighs closed tightly.
“Will?” Hannibal moves to sit on the edge of the bed, worrying over Will’s sudden hesitation.
“You must think me a virgin when I say this, but I have never taken a cock as big as yours inside me. I have only ever slept with a few Betas and Omegas, never an Alpha.” Will attempts to cover himself, but Hannibal takes his hands into his own to kiss over Will’s knuckles.
“My love, I will treat you with the utmost tender love, if you wish it. I will not penetrate with anything but my fingers and my tongue. Your pleasure is more important to me than anything else.” Hannibal flips Will’s hand over to kiss his palm.
“Just go slow, and if I say stop or no, you will listen.” Hannibal nods at Will’s words, letting go of the Omega’s hands to settle all the way on the bed so he can spread Will’s legs open. He looks up at Will’s face while he leans down and kisses over the Omega’s soft cock until it starts getting hard, licking at the soft skin and inhaling Will’s musk.
When Will’s cock is wet enough, Hannibal moves his mouth lower to start kissing against Will’s cunt. There’s a white scar crossing over the right side of Will’s cunt and anyone who would have laughed or mocked him for such things would have ended up dead by Hannibal’s hands. He kisses over each scar to let Will know that he’s not disgusted in any way by them, laps his tongue over the wet folds of Will’s cunt. The Omega cries out and reaches down to take a handful of Hannibal’s hair as the older man laps and sucks at Will’s folds.
“Hannibal, please, please hurry up. I won’t last much longer.” Will cries above him.
Pulling away, Hannibal licks at his wet lips before taking the bottle Will hands him, “Lube?”
“Please, I need to be stretched out as best as possible before I take your cock.”
Hannibal dribbles some lube onto his fingers and then tosses the lube off to the side. He rubs two fingers over Will’s clit before letting them enter. Will’s back arches a little and he hisses out a soft, “Oh!” as Hannibal curls them to that soft point he knows will have the younger man crying out, after all the anatomy textbooks on all three sexes, because he had wished to be a surgeon.
“How does that feel, love?” Hannibal asks, watching as euphoria and pleasure crosses Will’s face. “Shall I add another?”
“Please.” Will whines, “I want you so badly already, Hannibal.”
Pressing a third finger inside of Will, Hannibal bites his bottom lip while Will squirms and pants underneath him. His eyes drop away from Will’s face, to the younger man’s cock, which lies against Will’s stomach, a pool of slick precum collecting onto his stomach as Hannibal stretches him out. When it seems like Will is loose enough, Hannibal adds another finger, watching with delight as Will’s cunt takes it without any resistance.
Satisfied with his work, Hannibal pours the lube on his cock and gives himself a few pumps before moving between Will’s legs.
“Beautiful.” Hannibal kisses against Will’s lips as his cockhead enters Will, finally. It is like the great mountains themselves come crumbling down as Hannibal feels himself ascend, finally with Will in the way he desperately wanted.
Going slow, Hannibal takes the time to make sure Will feels every inch of his cock, as he fucks into Will. Picking up the place ever so slowly while Will clings to him, nails biting into his skin, causing Hannibal to grunt when he can feel blood welling up underneath the skin.
“More. Please, Hannibal!” Will moans, pushing his heels into Hannibal’s back to stir him on.
Abiding by his Omega’s commands, Hannibal fucks him harder until he can hear the distinct sound of the bed squeaking under the force. The scratches on his back elicit a moan from Hannibal, spurring him on to fuck Will even faster, until both of them sound like animals in heat.
His knot stretches and pounds against Will’s cunt, and each time a little more of it slips inside of Will, it makes Hannibal turn into a wild animal.
Finally his knot slips in all the way, linking the both of them together, and Will comes with a scream. Come splattering across his chest, which Hannibal promptly leans down to lick as much as he can, while Will’s pussy milks his knot. Satisfied, Hannibal presses a few kisses over Will’s collarbone before curling an arm around the younger man’s chest. He keeps his weight light as he lies over Will and waits for his knot to go down.
Will’s hands come up to run through Hannibal’s hair, and then he turns to kiss the Alpha’s forehead, “Are you planning on keeping me, Hannibal?”
“As much as I would wish to, I cannot. You do not belong chained and bonded to my bedside, Will. You’re like a wild stallion no man can tame. And it would be a dishonor for me to even tempt you into domesticity.”
“Good answer,” Will gives his hair a little tug, “But you’ve missed something in your pondering Hannibal. Some wild animals wish to be tamed, but only by someone we trust with our hearts.”
Hannibal is quick to lift his head up to stare at the beauty trapped in his arms, “Truly?”
“Truly.”