Hannibal fanfiction!

Force

Hannibal looked at you. Still holding Will with a strong handful of his dark curls.

You nod and head to the kitchen sink. It was best to start cleaning up. No matter how mad He was at the situation, you knew he would prefer late productivity over none at all.

You hear Will whimper as he tries to go and start cleaning up as well, but instead Hannibal begins to lead Will around the corner and back up the stairs.

Hannibal briefly nods his head at you and any concerns you had for Will disappeared.

Will was lead into Hannibal's enormous bathroom. A very beautiful bathroom.

The black cabinets were very visible next to three of the white walls in the room. The fourth one being a mirror that took up the entire wall.

Will stared at this reflection.

"That's ... cool."

Hannibal smirked remembering when He heard you say the exact same thing. He turned to look at Will, who was still covered from head to toe in flour.

"Look at all this mess you have made," He sighed placing both his hands on the collar of Will's shirt.

"Clean yourself up, I have plans for the three of us tonight."

Hannibal turned to leave Will to proceed to make himself presentable but Will had other plans.

He couldn't think of anything to say to stop Hannibal from leaving which resulted in him spluttering out a very nervous:

"Doctor Lecter." Which wasn't something Will usually used to address Hannibal but it succeeded in stopping him from leaving the room. He turned slowly, staring into Will's eyes and closing them back in the bathroom together.

Will's shaking hands came up to his collar unbuttoning his own shirt one at a time. He took a deep breath as an attempt to calm his shaking hands, he found himself unable to look Hannibal in the eyes as he undressed himself.  His hands were still shaking but  with one swift movement threw his flour coated shirt onto the floor.

Hannibal stared at Will so intently that Will could almost feel the gaze touching the bare skin of his chest. His pulse picked up and he gulped biting down on his lip. Hannibal opened his mouth and paused for a moment before he was able to speak.

"Come here, Will." 

Will obliged, walking over to Hannibal while putting his hands in the pockets of his pants to hide the obvious tremors.

Hannibal's strong hands grabbed Will by his belt buckle and pulled their bodies close together. Will's naked chest almost touching Hannibal both of them transfixed in each other.

A sudden burst of adrenaline welled up inside of Will and he grabbed Hannibal's shirt ripping it open, bursting some of the buttons as they landed on the bathroom tiles. 

Hannibal looked displeased with the state of his shirt which made Will smile in a way that made Hannibal's heart pound so aggressively in his chest that he could no longer control himself. His hands grabbed Will's belt buckle and throwing it aside on the floor. A small clang echoed through the room as it hit the tiles. 

Will pulled Hannibal's face close to his, kissing him so deeply it made his head spin and his chest rise and fall faster than it ever had before. 

The taste of Will's tongue in Hannibal's mouth made him feel crazy, he had never felt this undeniably out of control before. There was no composure, just hunger for more. With every gasp that escaped Will's mouth, the stronger that feeling became. 

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