Yearn | Hannigram

rabid animals

/my art above/

They reached the island as the sun was settling on the ocean, Will could feel himself hard and pressing painfully against the zipper of his pants. Hannibal was gripping the wheel tightly, veins popping out on his strong forearms as he turned onto their driveway. Will was trying his best not to touch himself, or whine, he just needed to wait. Hold on for little while longer.

     Then Hannibal slid his hand between Will's thighs, grabbing harshly at his inner thigh. A moan slipped through Will's lips. "Hanni-"

     "I know, baby." He made no eye contact, rubbing at the sensitive area gently. Will felt like his legs were on fire, shaking and trying so hard to stay composed as they pulled into the cottage. He couldn't stop thinking about crawling over his seat and grabbing Hannibal's hair, smashing their lips together. He wanted to get him angry, get his blood hot, turn those loving eyes black.

     "Get out," Hannibal said, grabbing their bags and walking quickly inside. Will practically running after him, but struggling to walk with the heat between his thighs.

      Will stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the bedroom where Hannibal had led him. At the foot of the bed, there was a man, tied up and bound with rope, blindfolded with a rag taped in his mouth. The bed itself was covered in rose petals, and there were red candles lit around the room. How Hannibal had time to do this, Will couldn't fathom. He was about to ask, when he felt a cool silver object be placed in his hand. Hannibal was standing next to him, staring down at the man like he was nothing more than a pest.

      "He's a fisherman, I met him by the dock while you were in the restroom." Hannibal said, circling the bound man like a hawk. "He was incredibly rude and brazen, as were the drunken group of pigs he was with...I remember distinctly hearing the phrase "faggot" slip out of his god-awful smelling mouth."

     Will felt heat rising somewhere else, in his chest, rage. This man looked... well he looked like Will's father. Same thick mustache, dark hair and rounded beer gut. It made Will nauseous and flushed his face with fear and rage. Hannibal grabbed a blade of his own off the cabinet.

     "Why don't we cut him loose, we need some practice, don't you agree?" Hannibal whispered, letting his lips touch Will's ear ever so softly.

    "Is he drugged," Will asked.

     "Just a little bit, I want to chase him with you," He said, not even looking back as he went to kneel down. He split the rope around his ankles, not bothering to avoid nicking the side of his ankle with the tip of the blade. He made a muffled yelp, and then Will was right beside Hannibal. He pulled off the blindfold, but left the gag.

      The man's eyes were panicked, wide and full of tears. "Pathetic," Will growled. "Don't undo the cuffs, or his gag, I don't wanna hear any fucking noise out of him," He said, breathless, as he cut his arms free.

     Hannibal smiled, backing up, grabbing Will's arm. "We should wait a second, I don't think we've locked all the doors."

     Will knew his lover was lying, obviously. "I'll lock the back you get the front." They followed each other out the bedroom. They headed down the stairs, Will going to sit in the dining room near the door while Hannibal quietly snuck back up to hide in the bathroom. In the dead silence of the house, Hannibal closed his eyes. He could hear the man shuffling, the slight jingle of the metal cuffs around his wrists. He wouldn't move yet.

     A minute passed and the door shut downstairs, Hannibal smiled. How smart Will was, to not slam it, to pretend that they were trying to be quiet and had to leave. Hannibal readied his weapon, and peered down the dark hallway. He left the door ajar, and it wasn't long until he heard a thump. The man likely rolling onto his stomach, trying to get up and run.