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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter, Hannibal_Lecter/Randall_Tier
  Character:
      Hannibal_Lecter, Will_Graham
  Additional Tags:
      Post-Episode:_s03e13_The_Wrath_of_the_Lamb, Dirty_Talk, Implied/
      Referenced_Underage_Sex, Anal_Sex, Marking, Biting, Blood, Possessive
      Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-15 Words: 1280
****** what clings to your teeth ******
by peacefrog
Summary
     A door creaked open in Hannibal’s mind. He could see the boy there on
     the floor, feral and lithe, back arched like a cat stricken with
     heat. “When I met Randall Tier he was in desperate need of guidance,”
     he said. “A helping hand to aid in his transition from boy to beast.”
     “More than a hand from the sound of it.”
     “How does that make you feel?”
     “Curious,” Will said, hand resting on Hannibal’s thigh atop the
     sheet. “Randall Tier was very young when he was brought to you.”
     “Seventeen. A week before his eighteenth birthday he came to my
     office, naked beneath a heavy coat and covered in mud. He’d been
     writhing outside in his yard beneath the light of the full moon.” The
     salt in the air was soon replaced with the heady stench of earth and
     the boy’s unwashed skin. “On all fours he presented himself to me,
     begged me to take him as animals do.”
Notes
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They lay in bed all tangled up together, storm clouds outside rolling in to
block out the moon. Strains of angry waves crashing against the breakwall
spilled in through the open window. The sea churned and swelled like a lung.
Hannibal swallowed down the taste of ocean salt on his tongue. “You’ve been
quiet all evening,” he said. “Is something on your mind?”
Will pulled back from Hannibal’s embrace, lamplight spilling around his head in
a jagged halo. “Did you ever fuck Randall Tier?”
Hannibal sat up and leaned back against the headboard. “It’s been years since
either of us have spoken that name. Is there a reason you’re thinking of him
now?”
“I was trying to remember back to the first time I wanted to feel you inside
me,” Will said. He sat before Hannibal with his legs crossed, sheets bunched
around his naked hips. “It was that night. The night I killed him. And again
the night we feasted on him at your table.”
“Yet you made no move to act upon these feelings.”
“I told myself they were too ugly at the time.” Will smirked. Outside it had
begun to rain. Ocean wind rustled the curtains. “Don’t avoid the question.”
A door creaked open in Hannibal’s mind. He could see the boy there on the
floor, feral and lithe, back arched like a cat stricken with heat. “When I met
Randall Tier he was in desperate need of guidance,” he said. “A helping hand to
aid in his transition from boy to beast.”
“More than a hand from the sound of it.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Curious,” Will said, hand resting on Hannibal’s thigh atop the sheet. “Randall
Tier was very young when he was brought to you.”
“Seventeen. A week before his eighteenth birthday he came to my office, naked
beneath a heavy coat and covered in mud. He’d been writhing outside in his yard
beneath the light of the full moon.” The salt in the air was soon replaced with
the heady stench of earth and the boy’s unwashed skin. “On all fours he
presented himself to me, begged me to take him as animals do.”
“And so you did.”
“And so I did.”
“That is… highly unethical, doctor. Even for you.”
“It was a highly unusual circumstance.”
Thunder cracked and lightning bloomed in golden threads across the sky. Rain
dashed itself against the churning waves. Will’s fingers dug into the flesh of
Hannibal’s thigh. “Tell me about it.”
Hannibal’s footsteps echoed across the gleaming memory’s floor. Randall Tier’s
young backside presented itself for the taking. His fingers cut into the carpet
like claws. “He came well prepared for what he had in mind, lubrication in the
pocket of his coat. His words came out more like screams, howling pleas to
become something more and other than himself.”
“And you had to fuck him to achieve that?”
“He believed with all his heart and flesh and bone in that moment that I did.”
Randall Tier had spread his cheeks and cried out. Fuck me, Dr. Lecter. His
voice strained against its own humanity. You’re the only one who understands
what I need.
“Without much preamble I gave him what he desired,” Hannibal said. He could
smell Randall’s arousal dripping to the floor. “I slicked him with the
lubrication and gave him my fingers to start. He bellowed when I found his
prostate and gave it a few good strokes.”
Will’s eyes had grown dark. Hannibal had expected far more jealousy than his
face appeared to show. “He was a virgin.”
“He was. I was the first to ever penetrate him in such a way, perhaps even the
last. He had yet to claim his own sense of power and control.”
The sheet covering Will’s lower half began to tent across his lap. “Tell me
exactly how you fucked him.”
Hannibal palmed Will’s erection through the sheet. “Perhaps you’d rather I show
you.”
Will’s lip twitched in an angry snarl as he threw back the sheet. He was on all
fours and arching his back as the next crack of thunder broke out across the
sky. “You’re quite capable of doing both at once.”
Will was still wet and open from their encounter earlier in the night. Some of
Hannibal’s release dripped from Will’s body and down the inside of his thigh.
Hannibal got to his knees and circled Will’s hole with two thick fingers. “When
he was thoroughly prepared, I undid my slacks and slicked myself with
lubrication.”
Will moaned and squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his cheek down against the
mattress. “Your cock was so hard it throbbed at that point, I imagine.”
“I had never been with someone so young, not even when I was a boy myself, but
the prospect aroused me very much once it had been presented so willingly. He
was more than eager to be filled to the brim with all I had to offer.”
Hannibal fetched the lubrication from the nightstand and slicked himself. Will
spread his thighs wide as Hannibal’s cock head pressed against his sloppy, open
hole. He groaned in agonizing relief when Hannibal pushed in and sheathed
himself entirely in Will’s inviting heat.
“I mounted him like a wild beast.” Hannibal gripped Will by the nape as he
began to move. Their bodies slotted together like fingers clasped in solemn
devotion. “The act itself was devoid of love. I took and his body gave. He
barked and growled as I speared him in two.”
The noise pulled up from Will’s belly was quite like one young Randall had
made. The boy in his mind begged for his becoming. Will fucked himself back
onto Hannibal’s aching cock. “Did you use your teeth on him?”
“Oh yes,” Hannibal bent down to suck kisses into the knobs of Will’s spine. “My
marks purpled his flesh in delicate blooms. His blood splashed against my
tongue as the tide laps the shore.”
Hannibal sucked the first bruise just below Will’s nape. His teeth scraped and
bit but did not quite break the skin. He could smell it rushing sweet just
beneath the surface.
“Did you stroke his cock as you tore him apart?”
“I did not,” Hannibal breathed hot between Will’s shoulders, hips snapping
erratic as he lapped at a teeth-rimmed bruise. “But his release came
nonetheless, in great spurts all over my office floor.”
Hannibal reached down and fisted Will’s leaking cock as he fucked. Will snarled
and howled as his orgasm hit, spilling warm and sticky over Hannibal’s fingers.
Hannibal bit down hard on the flesh of Will’s shoulder as his own release broke
from his body and into Will’s own. Coppered sweetness filled his mouth and
washed across his tongue.
The storm outside had calmed to a whisper. Rain pattered down from branches to
the ground below. The waves had all but stilled. Hannibal and Will collapsed
against the sheets, bodies once again tangling together.
After a moment Will huffed out a laugh. “I’d kill him if I hadn’t already. I’ll
kill anyone you touch that isn’t me.”
Adoration prickled Hannibal’s eyes. His heart battered the cage of his ribs,
swelling and spilling with love. “Randall Tier and I had no more encounters
beyond the first, and he ceased his therapy soon after. What I shared with him
pales in comparison to what I will always share with you.”
Will untangled himself and sat up, feet dangling from the edge of the bed.
Blood trickled down his shoulder in a slow drip. “Thank you for indulging me.”
Hannibal pressed his mouth to Will's wound and drank him in. His belly brimmed
with life. “You're welcome.”
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