(18+) Hannigram Smut | Hannibal

Servitude et Discipline

"Monsieur Colère?" A delivery man enquired, standing infront of a half asleep Will.

"Um... oui?"

"Signez ici." He said as he shoved a peice of paper and pen into Will's hands.

"Sign? Alright."

Will realised he hadn't really developed a signature for his persona of Gabriel Colère. He scribbled furiously creating a set of loops, which slightly drooped off the signature line. 'Whoops, need to up my encephalitis meds', he thought to himself.

"Merci" The delivery man said, taking the pen and paper back and in it's place giving Will a large, black, cardboard box.

Before Will could open his mouth to ask what it was, the deliveryman was off.

"Uh... um... ok, I guess."

Will took the box inside and placed it on the dining room table. There was no logo or any kind of labelling on the box to indicate what was inside. Will didn't like the implications of a strange, labelless box appearing at his door, without any clue of what's inside. Will took out his blade from his back pocket with the H.L initials carved on it and sliced the tape carefully off the top of the box, making sure not to disturb the contents.

"You've got my box."

"Ack! Jesus Hannibal!" Will jumped. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"Apologies my dear, I didn't mean to startle you."

"So, this is your box? I thought it was a bomb! Or a severed head!"

"How do you know it's not?"

"Cut it out!" Will whined, punching Hannibal firmly in the shoulder. Hannibal chuckled cheesily.

"Would you like to see what's inside? It's a gift."

"A gift! For me? Really?" Will's face lit up cheerfully

"Of course, don't seem so surprised."

"Oh... I- um." Will stuttered, blushing profusely.

"Go on, open it up."

Will, still blushing madly, turned his attention over to the box. He opened the box slowly revealing it contents. Sitting on top of a bed of shredded paper was a small laminated card.

From your friends at 'Magasin Pour Adultes' - please enjoy your box of our quality products for lovers.

"Hannibal?"

"Will?"

"Hannibal... what's in this box?"

"Hm?"

Will removed the shredded paper in the box to reveal a small collection of toys.

"Hannibal!" Will turned around to face Hannibal, faced flushed brighter that Hannibal had ever seen it before.

"What?"

"Well! We haven't, you know... talked about stuff like this."

"We can have that talk now."

"You- I- uh-" Will stuttered.

Hannibal leaned in and kissed Will gently, brushing their lips softly against eachother. Will let out a deep sigh and sunk into the kiss, hand resting in the small of Hannibal's back. Hannibal felt the tension release from Will's shoulders as he gently pulled away from the kiss.