Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/14080386. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Hannibal_(TV) Relationship: Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter, Will_Graham/Other(s) Character: Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter Additional Tags: Anal_Sex, Will_is_a_Mess, poor_hannibal, Will_flirting_with_other_men, Will_talks_of_his_past, Anal_Fisting Stats: Published: 2018-03-24 Updated: 2018-03-29 Chapters: 4/10 Words: 3961 ****** A Beautiful Nightmare ****** by ELSA1312 Summary Will and Hannibal are living in France and are lovers, but Will is traumatised and his behaviour is pushing Hannibal away ***** Chapter one ***** Hannibal Lecter is in love with Will Graham and he wants to spend the rest of his life with him. Will is a beautiful mess after the dragon, he is always drunk, doesn’t take care of himself properly, takes Hannibal for granted, shows him up in public, flirts with the locals, keeps taking in strays. But Hannibal doesn’t care, he loves him. After the fall, Will and Hannibal end up in France. It is a long story involving pain, boats, false identities, and assistance from the most dubious of characters. They end up in a small village in Ardres, Northern France, in a beautiful house behind large gates and a long driveway. The town is small, but has everything they need, and the port of Calais is just 20 miles away, so they can make a quick getaway to England if they need to. They are hoping they won’t have to though. The locals think they are called Gustav and Shane, and they are new lovers, who have left America behind to escape Shane’s jealous lover, Francis, who has vowed to kill him if he finds him. Shane is a victim of domestic abuse who Gustav met when he was beaten and bloody following an incident where Francis tried to kill Shane. Gustav was working in the local hospital emergency room and patched Shane up and they fell in love. The story had just enough truth to be believable, at least that is what they told themselves. Will, is struggling to recover both mentally and physically from everything that has happened. His arm is a mess of scars, and his face felt different after taking a knife through the cheek to the bone, and although the scar was hidden behind his beard and barely noticeable, he had some dysmorphia about it. To Will the scar made him look a monster, and no amount of Hannibal’s counselling could change that. For some reason the behaviour he displayed in town was flirtatious when around the locals in spite of his belief that he was ugly, as though he were waiting for someone to recoil at his appearance so he could say he was right. They went out daily, there was a beautiful lake with water activities and to keep fit they went out in canoes, sailboats, and even took a swim, although this wasn’t strictly allowed. There were a few bars scattered around the lake and they ate and drank the local cuisine, moules marinere being Will’s favourite with frites and mayonnaise. Hannibal partook of the cuisine too although his cooking was far superior. He wanted to become part of the community, so he supported the local eateries as often as possible. Their home together was a two story building with four bedrooms, three bathrooms and a large open plan kitchen diner living room. The grounds afforded them plenty of space to grow their own vegetables and there were hens which provided the most glorious eggs. Will and Hannibal had yet to sleep in the same bedroom, although they did make love regularly in Hannibal’s master room. Hannibal was very surprised when Will made the first move, about a month after they moved into their new home. One night, after dinner, after a half bottle of wine each, Will beckoned Hannibal over, and surprised them both by pulling Hannibal into an embrace. “You know Hannibal, you are very sexy!” “And you are drunk, Will. I will not take anything from you unless you mean it. Do you, mean it?” “I am not drunk, and yes I mean it. I have fancied the pants off you for years now, but let’s face it, until now we have either tried to kill each other, frame each other, or slept with women we didn’t really want. I want you, now! If you don’t want me back, just say so. I am horny and I need you to fuck me.” With that they went upstairs and tore each other’s clothes off. Will went down on his knees and took Hannibal’s cock into his mouth, sucking it like he was starving for it and Hannibal groaned in pleasure. He didn’t want to finish like this though and pulled Will off him, picked him up and lay him on the bed. It was his turn and he had waited for six years, since he first saw Will, hiding his beautiful blue eyes behind those ugly glasses. Hannibal knew he was well endowed, and delighted in the response he got from sexual partners. However he was not prepared for how large Will’s cock was. Compared to the rest of him it was fat and long. Pity for now that he was going to fuck Will. Maybe in the future he would let Will fuck him. He gave it a quick suck though, and took as much of it into his throat. Will was clearly enjoying it, and he swallowed Wills cock a few times whilst he lubed up his fingers and began to probe his hole, circling the rim, and plunging one finger in to the hilt. He found Wills prostate and rubbed it while sucking his cock, and inserted another finger. He was up to three fingers when he pulled out and off Wills cock. He pushed Wills legs up around his ears and placed the tip of his cock to Will’s hole and began to push in. “Come on already Hannibal, I am ready.” Hannibal needed no more encouragement and plunged in to the hilt. He pumped in and out for a few thrusts when Will threw him off and pushed Hannibal onto his back. He sat down on Hannibal’s cock and began to ride him. Hannibal was enjoying the look of pure bliss on Wills face, and holding him by the hips, meeting every thrust. After a few minutes, Will came all over Hannibal, and Hannibal in turn came inside of him. Will stayed in position for a few moments, enjoying that feeling of Hannibal filling him full of cum before dismounting and collapsing on the bed beside him. “Wow, that was good. Finally too. Thought we were never going to get around to it.” “I take it you have had male lovers before, Will.” “Yeah, not for a while, but had a few in college. Mainly room mates. Always started off as just mates, but always ended up horny gay mates.” “Well, I am surprised but pleasantly so.” After that they had sex a few times a week. However, Will was fairly distant and never talked about feelings, except when he was down and then he was mainly negative about what they had together. Together with his hang ups about his looks, and the problems he experienced with working due to his shoulder Will was troubled and Hannibal knew it was going to take time for him to heal. Will had other issues like his hygiene. He let his hair grow too long and only shaved his beard occasionally. He wouldn’t let Hannibal take care of his laundry and insisted he could do his own chores. He clearly couldn’t as his clothes went unlaundered for weeks sometimes and his bed linen rarely got washed. But Hannibal tolerated it, because he loved him. One day, however, Will went out to the bar on his own to drink, he told Hannibal he needed to be alone. Hannibal let him go without a fuss, but followed. Everyone in town knew that Shane belonged to Gustav, and they got a feeling that Gustav was the jealous kind. However, there were occasionally tourists in town, and Hannibal presumed it was a tourist that had his hand on Will’s ass when he turned the corner to see Will standing with a man in his thirties, both of them drinking a bottle of beer. Hannibal stopped dead in his tracks. He was furious. Will saw him, and quickly pulled away from the other man. He put the drink down and walked towards Hannibal. Hannibal turned and walked back home. He would not discuss this in front of the whole town. When he got home he waited for Will, but Will did not come home that night.     ***** Chapter two ***** Chapter Summary Will leaves the bar but doesn’t make it home. Hannibal to the rescue of course Will watched Hannibal walk away and his first instinct was to call after him. In his mind he had done nothing wrong. Well, except let that guy put his hands on his ass. Hannibal just didn’t understand what he was going through though. When he had left the house and told Hannibal he was going to have a drink on his own he hadn’t expect him to follow. Will knew he was being sullen and moody, but he was struggling not just with the aftermath of the fall and his injuries, but also with his emotions. He always had a feeling that they would end up as lovers, but now he was disfigured he felt that it was just pity, and he could not live with that. The flirting with the locals started out as a bit of fun, to see what Hannibal would do, but it became a bit addictive, and far from being shunned by others he found himself enjoying the attention, a bit of light relief from the intensity at home. He knew this was hurtful, to Hannibal, but he had justified it by saying to himself that he had never promised Hannibal that they were exclusive, he and Hannibal were just having sex. It’s not as though he had moved into Hannibal’s bedroom. He had also refused to let Hannibal slave after him, so in his own mind he had made his position clear. Will had also never gone any further than a bit of flirting. Today the guy at the bar had brought him a drink over and introduced himself, Mike was his name. He asked Will his name and told him he thought he was hot and was he single. Will has told him not really but he wasn’t married either. Mike had just placed his hand on his ass when he felt Hannibal’s presence and he had moved away from Mike immediately, with the intention of going up to apologise to Hannibal, but before he could he had seen the look of rage on Hannibal’s face and seen him walk off. What was he supposed to do with that? If he confronted him he would look like he was defending himself due to guilt, and if he did nothing he would also look guilty. So the best option would be to avoid the confrontation altogether and pass it off later as Hannibal’s imagination. Well, how could that go wrong. Anyway, Will went back to stand with Mike and was going to enjoy the rest of the evening. That went to shit, didn’t it! At the end of the night, Will said goodby to Mike, and his group of friends, and started for home. He was drunk, he knew, but he often was and he knew the way like the back of his hand. There wasn’t much traffic, the country roads were rarely busy, but there were no pavements, and at the side of the roads were ditches that edged the farmers fields. Will was weaving a bit when he saw car headlights coming his way. He moved to the side to give the car plenty of room and after it passed he lost his footing and fell down the bank. On the way down he must have hit his head because he felt the world go blank. In the morning Hannibal got up and went to make breakfast as usual. He had resigned himself to the fact that Will clearly didn’t love him, and if that meant that Will needed to go out with other people, they would have to rethink their current arrangements. The fury he felt had died down somewhat, but when he realised Will was not coming home, he had not slept much so he was mainly tired, but also a little sad. By eleven o’clock there was still no sign of Will, so Hannibal called the bar owner, to see if he had noticed if Shane had left ok and if so was he alone. Pierre, the owner, said he did see Will leave, but alone, as the group he was with left a little later. He knew them as he had rented them a gite on the edge of town. Hannibal was now worried, if Will left alone Where was he? Had he hooked up with someone else? Unlikely, for sure. Had he been taken by the Police, perhaps he had been recognised and arrested? He decided he should look for Will, he would trace the route to the bar, see if there were any signs. If nothing else he would smell him for sure, given his poor hygiene. Hannibal set off on foot, he wouldn’t get any clues by car. He walked all the way to the bar, no sign of Will, so he headed back, looking carefully, when he caught sight of something in the ditch at the side of the road. It was Will. Hannibal climbed down the bank to get a good look at him. He had clearly fallen off his way home. There was blood around Will’s hairline, and he was moaning softly. He must have lost consciousness, but that was a long time to be unconscious. “Will, Will, can you hear me? Where does it hurt?” “Hannibal, I have been calling out for you all night. My head and my leg hurts. I fell. Sorry was a bit drunk.” “Don’t worry, let’s get you home, can you stand?” “No, I have been trying, but my leg is funny!” Hannibal got a closer look, and Will’s leg had a compound fracture, the bone protruding from the skin at the front. He was going to need a hospital. Luckily there was a small hospital in the town, he called for an ambulance. Their fake papers were in order so there shouldn’t be a problem. “Don’t worry Will you will be fine.” The ambulance came and Hannibal went with Will where the break was reduced and plastered. He had a concussion but was let home under strict instructions. Hannibal assured them he could deal with Will’s aftercare. They went home by taxi, Will was issued with crutches, but Hannibal carried him, much to Will’s chagrin. Hannibal set Will a makeshift bed up in the living area of the house so he could keep an eye on him. Will went to sleep straight away. Hannibal decided Will’s health was the most important thing for now. The talk about last night could wait. Also Will had come home, not gone with the man at the bar. Or rather he had tried to come home. Hannibal woke Will up to make sure he ate before bedtime. It must have been 24 hours since he ate and he was already too thin. “Will, wake up, I need you to eat something before I take you up to bed. Do you feel up to it? I made some silkie chicken in a broth.” Will sat up and started laughing. “You made me chicken soup?” Hannibal started laughing too, they both remembered all the details of their shared lives so well. “Yes, I did.” Will ate the soup, all of it, with some freshly baked rolls and he decided it was time to talk. About how he felt. The accident had been a wake up call. His first thought on waking up in the ditch was about Hannibal. He realised his feelings were set, he just needed a jolt to realise them.   ***** Chapter 3 ***** Chapter Summary Will has a heart to heart with Hannibal and explains a few things Chapter Notes sorry this is quite brief but I wanted to change direction with the story Will decided to tell Hannibal a bit more about how he was feeling and try to explain his behavior. "I have been unfair to you, Hannibal and I am sorry. It is not just my self esteem, that makes me flirtatious with other people. I never told you this but I do get a kick out of others giving me attention. It started in my youth, and it ended up being a way to make extra money when we were really hard up." Hannibal did a double take. Did Will mean what he thought he did? "I am sorry Will, I am not sure what you mean!" "For fuck sakes Hannibal, you do know what I mean. I was a rent boy! And I enjoyed it too. Haven't done it since I was a teenager, but I was really pretty, and you have no idea the number of dirty old men out there who would pay for a blow job or a quick grope. Sometimes it was anal sex, but that was more risky for them and for me so it was rare." "Did your father know?" "He did. He was ashamed about it. Not of me, but of himself. I really was paying the rent, which was his job. It all went wrong though when he found out that one of his buddies on the boats paid me for full anal. He saw us, or rather caught us on his mates boat. In can remember it in graphic detail. I was sixteen and his mate was always winking at me. One day I caught him staring at my ass in my shorts, it was hot all the time in Louisiana. I asked him if he wanted to buy more than just the sight of me and he said yes. We went into his bedroom on the boat. My dad was working on a boat nearby and must have seen us go below decks. He walked in just as we had gotten down to it. He went crazy, nearly killed the guy. We moved on after that. I still worked when we were broke but I was more careful after that." "But why now Will. Do I not shower you with enough attention? I am pleased that you have not gone so far as to sleep with anyone else, but it is still hurtful to me that you feel the need to seek attention like you do. You certainly did not do that in Baltimore. Or was I missing something." "No, I never felt the need but then I was so busy I didn't even have time to date never mind go out looking for dates. I don't know Hannibal. I guess there was some kind of trigger." "Ok let us park this for now. You will not be going anywhere on your own for a while while you heal. But the conversation is not over." Will agreed and no more was said but he decided that he needed to show a bit more appreciation to Hannibal and thanked him for not only saving him from the ditch but for everything. He also agreed to Hannibal cleaning his clothes and giving him a shave and haircut. He was tired of being scruffy and smelly. Later that day Hannibal moved Will into a comfy chair in the garden to soak up the sun and the fresh air. He watched Hannibal tend to the garden and clean out the hens. Will started to feel some peace for the first time si certainly the fall. ***** Chapter 4 ***** Chapter Summary Hannibal and Will get closer than ever before For the next few weeks Will was fairly reliant on Hannibal for most things, however he was feeling a lot closer to Hannibal and felt his anxieties slipping away. They even went out in the evening, with them taking slow walks, Will using his crutches to get around. They went into the local bars and restaurants and mingled with the locals, and Will felt his flirtatious ways slipping away. The first night they went out Will saw the man who had been there the night he broke his leg, and even though the man looked his way, Will ignored him, eyes only for Hannibal now. As soon as he felt able Will managed to get Hannibal to fuck him, although Hannibal tried to resist, saying it was too risky, as a compound fracture is a lot more unstable than any other kind. Will was having none of it, and said if he did not take him to bed he was going to throw himself at the next person who he saw. Hannibal didn’t hesitate, and picked Will up and took him to bed. He was so gentle at first, undressing Will carefully, and slowly undressing himself. “Come on Hannibal, it has been weeks, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” “Ok, Will, I am just getting ready. Be patient.” Hannibal got the lube out after he finished undressing, and lay next to Will and propped Will up with a pillow under his ass. He then lubed up his fingers, spread Will’’s legs and began to circle his hole with his finger, before slipping it inside the rim. Will was going insane, but was afraid that if he said anything Hannibal would stop. Hannibal played with Will’s hole for a good ten minutes, making sure he was nice and loose before he put finally ended up with four fingers inside him. Will had an idea of what he was planning. “Yes please, Hannibal. I have never been fisted before.” “Are you sure, Will. It will hurt at first. But not for long and then the pleasure will be very intense.” “Yes, I am sure.” So Hannibal worked him with four fingers for a bit more, and Will’s prostate was pulsating with pleasure. There was quite a stretch when Hannibal folded his hand to get five fingers in, and then it was as if his whole hand was inside Will. Will groaned, and knew there was more, and then he looked down and saw Hannibal’s hand was all the way in, to the wrist. Hannibal rotated his whole hand a little and Will thought he was going to not be able to remove it. Just then Will came like a train. He had never had such an intense experience. Hannibal carefully removed his hand, taking great pleasure in the gape of Will’s anus after he removed it. Hannibal didn’t even need to lube himself up. He slipped into Will’s hole so easily, although he was still able to get great pleasure from the experience. To create a tighter fit, he slipped a couple of fingers in and began to pump in and out until he came. After Will just lay, completely sated but very tired. Hannibal cleaned up both of them and got into bed and pulled Will into his arms. “Are you staying the night, Will, or do you want to return to your room?” “I’m going nowhere. Just hold me.” So Hannibal held Will, all night. When Will woke in the morning Hannibal was gone. He did smell coffee, so it was safe to assume Hannibal had gone down to make breakfast. Will thought about the night before. He had a huge ache in his lower body, it had certainly been an experience to remember. The way it had been for them both was so amazing and gentle. Will could not imagine anyone else doing that and it be a loving gesture. From anyone else it would have seemed a perversion. Will was beginning to realise he trusted Hannibal more than he trusted anyone. He was beginning to feel love for him.  Will got up and hopped to the bathroom. He cleaned up as best he could, his toothbrush was in his own bathroom, so he put toothpaste on his finger and rubbed it into his teeth and gums before going down the stairs on his bottom. Hannibal was there, at the breakfast table waiting for him, a huge grin on his face. Will’s heart swelled with affection. Maybe it was time to tell Hannibal that he was falling in love with him.       Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!