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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter, Bedelia_Du_Maurier
  Additional Tags:
      This_is_such_filth_im_sorry, Its_the_same_as_the_first_but_now_with_twice
      the_guilt, Underage_Sex, Underage_Will, Daddy_Kink, Thigh_jobs, Brief
      heterosexuality, Creepy_Hannibal, Manipulative_Hannibal, Daddy_Hannibal,
      Top_Hannibal, Bottom_Will, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Young_Will_Graham,
      Young_Will, this_is_so_wrong, im_sorry, no_im_not, Don't_Judge_Me, Don't
      Like_Don't_Read, Choo_choo_all_aboard_the_express_train_to_hell, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Anyways_heres_part_two_you_godless_heathens.
  Series:
      Part 2 of Unorthodox_Forms_of_Therapy
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-09 Words: 4112
****** Filthy Innocence ******
by sorta_sirius_black
Summary
     “What have we here?” Hannibal inquired softly, running a hand over
     the blanket until he found Will’s hardness, his erection pressing
     against his belly. With a small smile, Hannibal pressed his hand down
     against it through the blanket, leaving the obscene outline of the
     small boy’s cock in the blanket. It was almost filthier than the
     sight of him on its own. “Just as I suspected. You couldn't help but
     pleasure yourself when you heard me.”
      
     “I haven't been able to come since last time. Ah, Dr. Lecter. I, I… I
     tried. I watched the videos on Brian’s computer, I thought about you,
     I even found your picture on Google. I just… Ah! Ah!... I... I don't
     think I can come without you.” Will confessed quietly as he bucked
     into Hannibal’s touch, trying his hardest to stay quiet.
      
     “Would you like to come, William?” Hannibal inquired quietly.
      
     Will nodded.
Notes
     As if it needs saying, I don't condone this in real life. Don't like
     it? Don't read it.
     ***EDIT***
     do I have to keep saying this? Really? These things are positively
     despicable in real life. I absolutely do not condone any of this in
     real life. However, this is FICTION. F I C T I O N. Where people can
     explore the darkest humanity has to offer with NO REAL WORLD
     CONSEQUENCE. It's a sin fest meant to serve no other purpose than
     that. It's wrong. But look at the show it's based around. We're
     talking about a CANNIBAL. A cannibal we swoon over. Look at
     fanfiction and notice the themes of murder, despicable murder, gore
     and horror. To write about this is fine, to even sexualize the acts
     of brutality (ever read anything in which they make love after
     committing murder together? I have.) and no one ever questions the
     writer, insinuating that they are a sadist or a psychopath. But you
     write underage shit, and suddenly you're a pedophile. No. I wrote
     this for shits and giggles, and to tell a twisted little story. I'm
     not a pedophile. Fuck off.
     Sorry, but I got one too many comments insinuating this and I'm
     fuckin done. If you don't like it, click away. And fuck off. It's
     fiction.
Will Graham, from the time when he was just a little boy, had mesmerized
Hannibal Lecter.
From when he was just a six year old boy, touching himself and exploring his
body, unashamed to touch and explore until he was brought to pleasure, to now,
as a child just beginning to blossom into a young man… From small touches that
sent shudders of pleasure through the boy’s slight frame to finally, finally
bringing himself to feeling pleasure so intense that it could hardly be rivaled
by any other sensation… Hannibal was mesmerized.
Things typically became lost in the clutter of his memory palace. He kept
things organized well enough, locked in rooms and stored away, hidden to become
covered with a fine layer of dust, only seldomly pulling them out once again to
relive. But Will Graham was an exception, and Hannibal could not seem to put
the memory of him away, could not suppress or push it down. Like a favorite
story, Hannibal Lecter found himself pulling the boy’s memory from the shelf
every night, whenever he was alone in his home, with nothing but the fire
roaring and a book on the nightstand and his cock aching between his legs.
With his big blue eyes staring up at him before rolling back with the
overwhelming pleasure of having his cock touched by another for the first time,
the delicate arch in his back, the stuttering thrusts of his hips, the quiet
moans that tore from his throat every time he touched the head of his cock…
Hannibal couldn’t get the image out of his head, his mind rolling back to that
evening every time that he touched himself, in the quiet of his own home.
It had been two weeks since their first session, when Hannibal had given into
his primal instincts, neglecting whatever morals he had left in him. Bedelia
hadn’t called the doctor since, which could have meant one of two things.
Hannibal’s unorthodox form of therapy had worked, and Bedelia didn’t need him
to come back. That, or she had somehow learned what had happened between the
two of them, and he wasn’t going to be invited back.
Either way, it didn’t seem like he was going to get called back to meet with
his young patient any time soon, which sent pains through his chest at the very
thought of it.
The room was dark, save for the fire roaring in front of him. Hannibal’s body
was left bare, naked, as he often was when he was in his own home, rarely
bothering with clothes. He was not ashamed of his body, and clothes, at least
inside of his own home, felt restrictive. He sank into his chair as the fire
roared in front of him, eyes closing as he stepped back into his memory palace,
finding himself strolling past rooms that he hadn’t opened in years, doors
better kept locked. He found himself going back to the same room, over and
over.
He approached the white door, the same door that had he had entered the first
time, the same door that had kept beautiful and devilish secrets locked behind
them. The door that led to Will Graham’s bedroom, the door to the room where
morals and justifications had been discarded of as he let himself give into the
temptation of his innocent seductor. A smile crossed over his face, and
somewhere back in the real world, Hannibal could feel the beginnings of an
erection.
The door swung open slowly in front of him, revealing the white room that Will
Graham called his own. Outside of his own mind, he slowly let his hands find
his cock, wrapping tightly around it as pre-cum began to leak copiously from
the head. Locked within his own head, a hungry look washed over his face as he
stepped inside, like an animal on the prowl. His boy was sprawled out for him,
his hands covering his small cock in attempt to preserve any ounce of modesty.
Hannibal let out a possessive growl as the pleasure of his own hand spread
through his cock, his pelvis, his lower belly. His eyes fixed on the boy, he
didn’t bother himself with playing through the entire scene again, rather
skipping straight to the part where his boy lay sprawled beneath him,
Hannibal’s hands cupped around the boy’s small cock, stroking him quickly,
bringing him closer and closer to his climax, the boy’s slight body arching and
bucking and thrusting into his touch, chasing his orgasm as Hannibal rubbed and
stroked him…
Will’s loud, unabashed moans echoed through his ears, falling in sync with his
own desperate pants, groans occasionally finding their way to the surface as
the doctor stroked himself fast and hard, unable to stop himself at the memory
of his boy. Will Graham, his devious little Will Graham.
Hannibal could feel his own orgasm growing close as he stroked, could feel
himself so close to toppling over the edge-
The phone rang.
Startled, Hannibal bolted up, cock aching between his thighs, but he forced it
out of his mind as he walked across the room to grab the phone. Whoever was
calling at this hour was terribly rude, terribly rude for interrupting him, but
he pushed it away and hit answer before even catching a glimpse at the Caller
ID.
“Dr. Lecter.” Hannibal answered through his haze.
“Hannibal.” Bedelia greeted through the phone. His heart skipped a beat at her
voice, immediately assuming that she knew, but the panic quickly faded. There
was no sense of anger in her voice. No anger, no fear, no disgust. She didn’t
know. No, if anything, she sounded like she was trying to… To be seductive.
“Good evening, Bedelia. May I ask why you are calling at such an hour as this?”
Hannibal inquired.
“You never go to bed before this time, so I knew that you would be awake. And I
just got all of the boys to bed. You’ve worked wonders with Will, as you always
do. Hasn’t had a single nightmare since you talked to him. He’s shown vast
improvement. Thank you, Hannibal.”
“I’m glad to hear such good report from our young patient. I was unsure if I
had gotten through to him.” Hannibal lied. He felt a tinge of sadness, hearing
that he wouldn’t be able to see his boy again.
“The boys are all asleep, and they have school in the morning so they’ll all be
out the door by seven. I was thinking that you could, perhaps, spend the night.
You’re close, and I wanted to… Thank you. For helping me with Will.” Bedelia
suggested, seduction dripping in every word.
Hannibal had been attracted to Bedelia for years, and Bedelia knew it. Sex
between the two of them was hardly foreign, Hannibal often being her first or
second choice in hookups when she had the time. Lovers, partners, those were
never the correct terms for what they had. Friends with benefits, perhaps, at
best. But he knew that if Bedelia was in need of sex, declining her… Well, it
felt wrong to do so. Terribly, terribly rude.
Besides, where Bedelia was, there was Will Graham. Will Graham, fast asleep at
this hour he supposed. Perhaps he had touched himself just before drifting off
to sleep, just like he had the last time that Hannibal had seen him. Perhaps he
had fallen asleep to the sound of his own contented, heavy breaths as the room,
as the universe dipped and swayed around him. Perhaps he was bare underneath
his blanket, sleeping without a speck of clothing on him. And perhaps, when he
had made Bedelia cum at least twice, he could sneak out for a bit, lie and say
that he was getting a drink, and perhaps his eyes could sneak a peek at his
young lover.
“I will be over in ten minutes.” Hannibal stated simply, quickly, before
hanging up and bolting out.
 
---
 
Bedelia had come apart underneath his fingertips, even though his touches had
all been halfhearted. Once upon a time, Hannibal had been head-over-heels for
Bedelia, with her blonde hair falling daintily over her breasts, her long
curves and the delicate arch in her back. Before he’d watched Will Graham come
apart beneath his fingertips, before he’d brought the boy to completion for the
first time, Bedelia had been his muse. No longer, however.
He'd touched her for hours, made her come over and over until she was too tired
and spent to move, collapsing beneath him and taken by sleep. Muffled moans and
quiet cries had done nothing for him, however, his mind too distracted by the
idea of the boy in the other room.
Hannibal waited until she was asleep. At 2:36 AM, when Bedelia was fast asleep,
he crept out of her bed without a sound, careful not to wake her. With silent
feet on creaky floorboards, he quietly slipped into the hallway, back towards
that white door at the end of the hallway.
He wasn't sure what his intentions were yet. Nothing pure, he knew that much.
Will Graham heard the creaking of his door as it slowly pressed open, darting
up as soon as he'd heard it. He tugged his blanket over top of him, lest he be
caught committing those sins that Bedelia had preached about for years. He
simply couldn't help himself. All the way down the hall and Will could hear her
muffled moans, and the boy couldn't stop imagining that it was him. He'd seen
Dr. Lecter pull in, heard his grunts and moans and his quiet voice, and god, he
wanted it to be him.
He couldn't orgasm again.
He had tried so hard, did exactly as Dr. Lecter said, but without his big hands
and his words of praise, Will couldn't do it. No matter how hard he tried, no
matter how much it ached, no matter his fantasies and the things he'd found on
Brian’s computer, Will couldn't come. Perhaps Dr. Lecter had ruined him for
anything else. It didn't stop him from trying, though.
With a terrified look for just a moment, Will found the very same doctor to be
standing in his doorway. He was different than the other times that Will had
seen him, either gracefully nude or clad in a suit and tie. Now, he wore
nothing but a robe. A feeling of utter joy and complete relief flooded through
the boy at the sight of the doctor, though. He knew how wrong this was, how he
would be in so much trouble if anyone found out what they were doing, but he
didn't care. Dr. Lecter could make him feel so good.
“Hello, Will.” The quiet voice whispered, Dr. Lecter’s voice running through
his veins.
“Hello, Dr. Lecter.” Will whispered back, trying to hide his excitement. His
cock twitched at the very sight of him. He had been playing with himself just
before he walked in, touching himself to the small grunts and groans he had
heard coming from Bedelia’s room, imagining what the doctor must look like,
must feel like.
“What are you doing awake?” Hannibal inquired quietly, stepping into the
bedroom and shutting the door silently behind him.
Will lay awake, propped on his back, looking like some ethereal prince in the
low moonlight, like he belonged among the stars. His pale skin was like snow,
dark curls looking nearly black, blue eyes twinkling like diamond. His young
muse was like a god, the only god that Hannibal cared to worship. He could
whisper William Graham’s name like a prayer, could praise and worship his body
every waking moment, would gladly fall to his knees in front of his boy.
“I couldn't sleep. I heard you with Bedelia. I liked the noises you make when
you touch her.” Will confessed quietly. His cock already ached just at the
sight of his older lover, painfully so. He wanted his hands back around him,
wanted Hannibal to make him feel the way that he had before.
Hannibal smiled softly as he locked the door, turning back to his boy and
taking a tentative step forward, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. Will sat
up quickly, keeping the blanket pulled over himself in attempts to hide his sin
and shame, though Hannibal had already seen him in the act. There was no need
to hide now.
“What have we here?” Hannibal inquired softly, running a hand over the blanket
until he found Will’s hardness, his erection pressing against his belly. With a
small smile, Hannibal pressed his hand down against it through the blanket,
leaving the obscene outline of the small boy’s cock in the blanket. It was
almost filthier than the sight of him on its own. “Just as I suspected. You
couldn't help but pleasure yourself when you heard me.”
Dr. Lecter’s big hand cupped around Will’s entire length, keeping it pressed
against his belly from beneath the blanket. Will let out a strangled whine as
he slowly began to rub in circles, pre-cum dribbling onto his tummy as the
doctor touched him. It felt so good, and he feared that he might come from this
alone.
Will looked down between them and watched Dr. Lecter’s hand moving over him,
watched as he massaged at his erection. The smaller boy could see the shiny
head of his own cock, pre-cum beading at the head, twitching as the doctor
massaged with almost surgical precision, knowing exactly where to touch.
Hannibal watched intently as his boy fell apart beneath him, debauched and
desperate, holding back his little moans, his tiny mewls and whines. He knew
that he should have covered his boy’s mouth, muffle the noises in hopes of
concealing their transgressions, but he couldn’t bring himself to. His moans
and pants were so pretty for him...
“When you touch yourself when I’m not here, do you think about me? About all of
the things that I did to your body, my darling boy? The way I made you feel?”
He whispered.
“I haven't been able to come since last time. Ah, Dr. Lecter, I, I… I tried. I
watched the videos on Brian’s computer, I thought about you, I even found your
picture on Google. I just… Ah! Ah!... I... I don't think I can come without
you.” Will confessed quietly as he bucked into Hannibal’s touch, trying his
hardest to stay quiet.
Dr. Lecter gave him a small look of pity before his eyes turned far more
mischievous, glinting in the dim moonlight. Will noticed how much he looked
like Satan, the devil that he had been taught to fear. No, he didn’t look like
the devil with horns and red skin and a tail, but the devil that looked like an
angel, devious and angelic all at once. He gave a smile that reminded the boy
of what Lucifer may have looked like just before he fell from heaven.
“Would you like to come, William?” Hannibal inquired quietly.
Will nodded hard.
“Turn over, mylimasis. Flat on your belly.” Hannibal whispered.
Will nodded again before shifting onto his stomach, cock trapped between his
belly and the mattress. It ached for touch, for that delicious feeling of skin
against skin, of Dr. Lecter’s hands all over his body. He wanted to be touched,
to be held, to feel the doctor's hands all over him. He needed to be touched.
He needed it desperately.
Hannibal beheld the magnificence that lay in front of him. He lay sprawled on
his bed, squirming uncomfortably the longer Hannibal let him lay without being
touched, his erection straining against his sheets. Slowly, he straddled the
boy’s legs and let his hands drift down his sides, pulling his blanket away and
revealing him in full, drinking in every delectable inch.
Will shuddered at the feeling of Hannibal’s strong hands ghosting down his
sides, gripping the sheets beneath him. He let out a small gasp as he gripped
down hard against his hips, struggling not to cry out as he pulled him up,
tugging his ass into the air. Pre-cum dribbled from his cock and onto the
sheets beneath him, but he couldn't find it within himself to care.
Hannibal leaned over top of his boy and grabbed his pillow, tugging it down
toward Will’s face, propping it beneath his head for him to bite into, to
muffle the cries that would undoubtedly come. Slowly, he tugged his robe away
and lined himself up against his boy, pressing his cock against his ass and
rubbing lightly, savoring the feeling of his pale, smooth skin against his
aching cock. He hadn't come with Bedelia, had made certain of it, in case he
got the chance for this. And now he was glad that he had refrained.
“Beautiful boy.” The doctor whispered as he wrapped a hand around his own
length, stroking himself slowly, foreskin gliding smoothly over the ruddy head
of his cock. “Too small to take my cock inside of you. One day, when you're
bigger, perhaps.”
Will let out a whine at his teasing, feeling the pre-cum from Dr. Lecter’s
weeping cock smear against his behind. He gripped at the pillow Dr. Lecter had
laid out for him, distracting from the ache between his thighs. He needed to
come, needed the doctor to touch him.
Hannibal’s fingers grazed down his boy’s slim thighs before pulling them
together and pressing his erection between them, pressing just beneath the
boy’s cock. He savored the small gasp that escaped from Will’s lips at the
feeling. He wanted to introduce the young boy to all of the things that he
could feel, all of the ways that the doctor could bring him pleasure. He
decided that this would be the first of many nights like this; Hannibal would
make certain of it.
Will strangled back a cry as the doctor began to move, thrusting between his
legs, nudging just against his cock. It was a curious feeling, different than
when Dr. Lecter had used his hands to cup and massage his length like the first
time. He felt like he was chasing his own impending orgasm instead, and Will
was along for the ride. His pleasure was not paramount, but he still felt it.
Hannibal slowly draped himself over the boy, running his fingers through his
chocolate curls before slowly drifting down, fingers grazing over his neck, his
chest, over his belly, down toward the soft, downy hair that had just began to
grow. He was nearly bare, save for the small patches of short, soft hair. He
let out a shuddered sigh at the feeling before drifting over the boy’s cock,
touching gingerly at his straining erection.
Will let out a whimper as he pulled the pillow closer, biting down against it
as Dr. Lecter curled his long fingers around his cock. His eyes squeezed shut
for a moment before drifting down beneath him. He watched, intrigued and
aroused, as Dr. Lecter worked around him, bringing both of them to the peak of
their pleasures. He watched the doctor stroke his aching length, appeasing the
ache and need. He watched the shiny white head of Dr. Lecter’s cock move
between his thighs, disappearing and reappearing between them as his thrusts
set a brutal speed.
“D-Daddy…” Will whined quietly.
He had heard it in one of the videos that Brian had on his computer. The girl
had called her boyfriend ‘daddy’, and Will couldn't exactly explain why he
liked it, but listening to her call him that had been what brought him closest
to completion. He hadn't quite gotten there, but he wondered if Dr. Lecter
would like it too.
Hannibal’s heart skipped a beat at his whimpering. There was something so
filthy and so innocent about his words. He struggled back a groan, his boy’s
voice echoing in his ears as his hips picked up speed, thrusting quickly,
roughly between his thighs as he stroked him faster.
“Such a good boy, mylimasis. Such a good boy. Daddy’s going to take such good
care of you, darling boy. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.” He
whispered, struggling to stay quiet against the silence of the house.
Will struggled to hold back his cries and whines as he bit into the pillow,
tears burning in his eyes as he struggled to stay quiet. He was already so
close to coming, could feel his balls drawing up tight to his body as he bucked
against him. He wasn't sure why he liked the idea of Dr. Lecter being called
his ‘daddy’, but each time he said it, Will grew harder.
“Please, daddy… Please make me come.” He whispered, whimpering as he choked
back a cry, biting down hard on the pillow. Dr. Lecter pumped harder around his
cock, stroking faster as his hips picked up speed, chasing his own orgasm. Will
watched his cock disappear and reappear between his legs, watching the skin
slide over the head every time he pulled back.
Hannibal stroked him faster as his thrusts picked up speed. One day, he was
going to be inside of Will Graham’s body, going to properly make love to him,
make him come from nothing but the feeling of the doctor’s massive length
slamming repeatedly against his prostate. One day, when he was older, when he
got bigger. Until then, he would use his hands and let the boy watch him from
between his legs.
“Hush, sweet boy. Daddy’s going to make come. Let me take care of you. Let
daddy take care of you.” He whispered, letting his hands sink lower and taking
his balls in one hand, massaging at them.
Dr. Lecter’s skilled fingers, his big hands rubbing at his balls brought a
choked sob from his chest as he bit down harder on the pillow, hands grasping
hard at the sheets and tugging until they came free. He wanted to scream, but
had to stay quiet, lest someone in the house hear them and know of their sins.
“Feels so good, daddy. Feels so good.” He whimpered.
Hannibal moaned quietly as he took to stroking him again. The boy’s slight
frame trembled beneath him, trying his hardest to stay silent as not to be
heard through thin walls. Hannibal could feel himself getting closer, but he
was more concerned with Will’s pleasure than his own. Will, debauched and
whimpering beneath him, was a sight sent from the gods that Hannibal didn't
believe in. He was beautiful.
“Come for me, Will. Come for your daddy.” He whispered.
Dr. Lecter’s quiet words were what finally brought him over the edge. He
pressed his face hard into the pillow as he let out a cry, muffling the sound
as he came hard, watery, whitish semen shooting from his cock, spilling over
Dr. Lecter’s hand, onto his belly, onto the sheets beneath him. The feeling
overrode all other senses, so intense that he could hardly breathe, spikes of
pleasure spreading through his body.
Will collapsed onto the bed beneath him, body pressed against soiled sheets,
making a mess of himself, but he didn't care. He let out a low sigh, sleepy and
contented as he lay with his head against his pillow, eyes closed as Dr. Lecter
pulled his length away from his body, still rock hard, but Will barely noticed.
“Turn over, mylimasis. I want to see your face while I mark you.” Hannibal
whispered, gently tugging his sleepy boy onto his back, cock straining between
his legs.
Will obeyed without much thought, rolling onto his back, letting the doctor
have his way with his body.
Will was even more stunning now than he was in the throes of his orgasm. His
dark curls were matted to his forehead, his eyes rolled back beneath his
eyelids, a sleepy smile drifting over his lips, sprawled across the bed, belly
shiny and messy with his cum, small cock softening against his hip. He was
stunning, and Hannibal could've come from the sight of him alone.
Straddling his hips, Hannibal wrapped his hand around his swollen cock,
stroking quickly in attempt to relieve the pressure. He struggled to choke down
his moans as he rode the waves of his orgasm, white, hot, thick ropes of cum
spraying over his boy’s chest, making a mess of him.
He couldn't stay to cradle him, hold him into the night, no matter how much he
wanted to. Instead, he pressed a small kiss against Will’s forehead before
rising to his feet, cleaning himself off and slipping his robe back over his
shoulders.
“Goodnight, mylimasis.” He whispered.
“Goodnight, daddy.”
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