WRATH: A Hannigram Fanfiction

19- Touchez-moi

Hannibal held Will's face in his hand as he tenderly kissed him, his thumb lightly brushing Will's cheek. Will's lips were chapped and dry, and they felt rough against his own. He felt Will's tongue playing at the space between his lips, and Hannibal opened his mouth to let it in. He sighed in delight as their tongues rolled together and he got a taste of his beloved.
"Come here." Will shifted to make room, throwing the blanket back. Hannibal climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Will with his knees straddling him. As he stripped, Will's eyes roamed across Hannibal's chest. He looked full of yearning. So ready. The muscles in his neck tensed.
Hannibal leaned back down and propped himself up on his elbows, his face hovering inches from Will's. He kissed Will's cheek, a smile toying at his lips. He was no stranger to moments like these— quite the opposite, actually. But this was something entirely new, a buzz that he had never felt before on Earth. It was simultaneously strange and familiar. It was by far the best feeling he'd ever had since the Fall, and his faith in Will's true identity only deepened. Finally, after so long, their skin could touch again. Warmth, glow, ecstasy.
     None of it was going to be fair, however, if Will wasn't completely invested.
"Will." Hannibal pulled back for a moment. "I don't know if this is what you really want."
"I do." He gripped Hannibal's arm, surprisingly determined. "Keep going."
"I think you want a distraction from what's going on. And I don't blame you."
"I know that's what I want. I'm looking for a distraction."
"You know?"
"Yes. But I don't care. This is too good." Will's eyes hardened. "I don't care if you want to kiss me or talk to me or touch me or whatever. Just distract me. Please?"
     He could listen to Will beg like that for hours. Will wanted him. For now, Will wanted him.
He softly pet Will's head. "I'd be happy to distract you. At least for tonight." He knew deep inside that tonight was all he was going to get for a little while. They weren't finished yet.
In that moment, though, Hannibal was determined to go on a journey. There was so much of Will's body to see, to experience. So much new territory. He was going to take his time, and he would make sure Will enjoyed every moment.
     He bent down to whisper into Will's ear, his lips brushing against the curve. "I am going to make you feel so good."
     "Please," Will begged him. "Please."
     He kissed Will's neck, lips lingering near his fragile Adam's apple and feeling it vibrate as Will keened. The noises weren't moans— he only let out soft "oh"s and hums of pleasure. That was even better, Hannibal thought. So gentle.
     Down the neck and to the collarbone. Hannibal sucked the skin of Will's collar into his mouth and nipped at it, teeth gently sinking into the tender flesh. Now there was a moan, spilling out into the bedroom. Will leaned forward and buried his face in the top of Hannibal's head, embarrassed. That was alright; it just meant he was even closer. He did the same thing on the other side, sucking and biting, this time harder than before. Will moaned into his hair and kissed his scalp.
     He moved to Will's heart, which thumped against his lips. Will's chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat, salty on his tongue. Hesitantly, he moved below the sternum, right where Will's Soul rested in the middle of his body. In his experience, this could either be wonderful or terrifying. Souls were powerful and dangerous things. It couldn't hurt to try-- if anything, it would only hurt him, not Will.
     He planted his lips there. To his shock, a wave of utter serenity washed over him, black curtains falling over his eyes and warm wings unfolding inside of him. His excited heart slowed. He felt perfect, untouchable, relaxed...
     Tranquility.
     Another kiss there. Another rush. It was physical now, making him sway under its power with heavy eyes. He had forgotten how powerful Tranquility was. How lovely. He couldn't risk doing it again-- peace this strong could knock him out, and he was nowhere near finished yet.
     Up above the clouds, afraid of the future, leaning his head against Tranquility's chest. They were curled up together, bodies entwined, and every once in a while his love would deliver a kiss that would make everything fade away. It stripped him of his power, reduced him to a fearful thing in the arms of his Angel.
     His hands moved down to Will's stomach, and he felt a flicker of surprise. It was one area where the skin wasn't toned; it was warm and squishy and slightly paler than the rest of him. Hannibal moved the blanket aside and kissed the trail of dark hair down to Will's navel, then even farther down than that.
     "Hannibal. I can't. Anywhere but there." Will seemed nervous, like he thought Hannibal was going to continue anyway, forcing him into something he didn't want. To prove him wrong, Hannibal shifted his body back upwards. The two of them lay on their sides, their chests pressed together.
     "I remember. Don't think I've forgotten what you told me." He kissed Will's lips. "I think about it every day."
     He was finally back in Heaven. He was madly in love with every part of Will that he'd seen. His face, his shoulders, his stomach, his hands that rubbed Hannibal's back and his lips that kissed Hannibal's head. He'd never felt this way before, not in any lifetime. Will had opened up a new door and shown him a world where he could be seen and still be loved.
He wanted to hear another moan, he decided. He tilted his head and sucked at Will's neck. He traced the V of Will's hips with the tip of a finger, playing at the space where his thighs met his groin. The skin was warm through the thin fabric of the boxers, and Will arched his back. Their hips collided, and Hannibal noticed that Will felt stiff against him.
"Hannibal," he moaned. "Oh, Hannibal.."
"Is this okay?"
"Yes. More. Please." The hairs on his arms stood up. "You can touch there."
Hannibal's body tingled. He couldn't deny such an aching request. He placed his hands on Will's hips, exploring them through tactility, conjuring up an image of them based on what he felt. He massaged them with his hands, individual fingers pressing into the skin. Will seemed to be enjoying it, but then he inhaled sharply through his teeth, tensing up. Of course— his bad hip.
"Oh! I'm sorry." Hannibal couldn't believe he'd hurt his love. He kissed Will on the mouth. "I'm so sorry, baby."
"You're fine." Will smiled softly at him. "Don't worry." By the look in his eyes, it seemed like he was in a daze, clouded over by pleasure. Halfway present, halfway not.
"You're thinking about something," Hannibal said.
Will nodded, knowing he'd been caught. "I'm...after the motel room thing, I don't trust myself to know what's real and what isn't. I keep thinking this seems too good to be true." He laughed humorlessly.
"You think you're imagining things?"
"I've imagined dead girls for years."
"Do you believe I'm real?"
He paused. "I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if I'm delusional. Then other times, I find it hard to believe that someone as powerful as the Devil would want someone like me. And I feel like you're tricking me."
Hannibal's face fell. He could imagine that a creature like him was hard for a human to comprehend, but the lack of trust was still hurtful. He needed to show Will that he was real, and that he cared. He moved to where he was topping Will. He took Will's hands and guided them upwards so Will was touching his shoulder blades. Will ran his hands along his back, then jerked his hands away. He'd found the scars.
Hannibal pushed his hands back to where they were. "You can't hurt me, don't worry."
Will felt around. His fingers came to a stop once more at the shallow divots.
"...What happened?"
"Humans don't have wings," he replied matter-of-factly. "If you were to sprout them, it would break your skin, too."
Will winced. "They go through your skin?"
"Yes. The antlers would, too, but I never let those out. I don't like them as much as the wings."
     Plummeting from the sky, blood spurting from his head as spikes began to emerge. Pain, pain, pain.
     Moments after settling into young Hannibal's body, he'd let the wings out— this part always hurt, and he wanted to get it over with. Skin splitting open and warm, wet blood trickling down, the feathers heavy and soaked with viscera. His face crumpled, and he cried out with the little boy's voice. The bodies of the boy's family still lay near him.
"Jesus. That's brutal." It took Hannibal a moment to realize that Will was talking about the scars, not the vision of the past that had just crossed his mind.
"I don't see it that way. Here."
Releasing the wings was a feeling that couldn't be explained. It was a third pair of limbs, one he'd operated for billions of years since his Birth, and they were second nature to him. Will, however, gasped as he unfurled them, sliding them out of the open slits and letting them reach their full size.
     If there was anyone he trusted to touch them, it was Will. Of course, Will was a natural at it; he moved carefully, stroking them with awe painted on his face. Hannibal suppressed a moan as Will's hands massaged the base. It was a spot that he could never fully reach himself.
"All of this is very real, Will. Can you feel that?"
"Yes," he replied instantly. "I can." His eyes sparkled like he was witnessing a miracle.
"We don't have to ever discuss this night again, if you don't wish to. But when nothing else seems real, and you begin to question your grip on reality, remember this moment." He kissed Will's forehead. "For me?"
Will continued to caress them, fixated. "I will, Hannibal. I promise."
Out of some odd instinct, Hannibal leaned in to whisper to him. "Lucifer," he said. "My name is Lucifer. Know this, and know that I trusted you enough to give it to you." He thought back to his dream, and how much it hurt to hear his name come from Will's mouth. "But after tonight, I'd better not catch you using it." He smiled.
Will, shocked and moved, nodded. "Lucifer." He was utterly captivated. He said it again before starting to rub the bottom of his wings again.
"Can you keep doing that?" Hannibal blushed. "It feels good."
     Will rubbed his thumbs in small circles, handling the wings gently, but also firm enough to make an impression. He massaged from top to bottom, and each touch was magical. It was the masterful touch of only someone who had also carried wings, not that Will knew that.
"You're good at that," he purred. Will smiled. He planted kisses on Will's face and neck, stopping once he reached the lips. They were both drawn into the passionate kiss, teeth clacking against each other and tongues massaging together. Hannibal retracted his wings and turned back onto his side.
     "Oh..." Will let out one last cry of pleasure, eyes shut tight. Hannibal cradled Will's head to his chest, just the way Tranquility had held him in Heaven. "Thank you. Thank you, Lucifer."
     "I've been waiting to do this."
"...Things won't be the same, will they?"
Hannibal didn't respond. To say otherwise would be lying. Will's head bobbed as Hannibal's chest moved up and down with each breath.
"Do you want them to be the same?" He finally asked.
"I don't know what I want. I never do." Will shifted even closer, their legs intertwining. "I just know I want this for tonight. I don't know about tomorrow, or the day after, or any of that."
"Well, I can give you this. And we can live in the moment." Hannibal kissed the top of his head. "Stay with me."
     "Where else would I go?"
     The two of them basked in the promise. Will's cheek rested against Hannibal's chest, enjoying the warmth. Hannibal watched him slowly begin to drift off, resisting it with all of his strength. His sleepy eyes would close, then open again, like he didn't want the moment to be over. Hannibal kissed him on the forehead and began to stroke his hair, over and over in a repetitive movement that quickly sent a drowsy Will to sleep.
"My Angel," Hannibal mouthed silently. "My Tranquility."
     He didn't want the moment to end, either— but it was enough to remember that soon, this would be how things were every night. They would coexist like this forever, not just temporarily.
     For now, he was satisfied.