Yearn | Hannigram

cherry wine

Will was higher than ever, walking on metaphorical clouds as they entered the large stone house. After his first kill, Hobbs, he was nauseating by his actions. Killing him felt just but the guilt still churned hot in his stomach. Will never would have imagined that murder could feel this good. He had always held onto his humanity, his empathy, like a dog with a bone. When Hannibal tore it away, and gave him fresh meat for the first time, it was as if he'd restarted something primal that had been hidden from Will his whole life. 

      The black of night faded as quickly as it came, soon the threat of sunlight would uncover what they've done. Morning rays will bathe the boys' open chest in warmth and melt the soft frost that has grown over the night. Someone will eventually find their tableau and gawk in the gore and depravity of it all. The thought send shivers down Will's spine. He was beginning to understand just how Hannibal's brain worked, the thrill he got from being the Ripper, from the cat and mouse of taunting idiot cops. 

       Hannibal kissed Will's forehead and quickly put the remnants of their bartender into the fridge. He would make some decadent and delicious breakfast for them, Will hoped. He still was disgusted by his lover's cannibalism but he loved his cooking. He loved the way that Hannibal smiled and pulled Will upstairs by his hair.

     There was something intoxicating about Hannibal's roughness with him. His animal comes out in these moments where he can't be bothered to put his human mask back on. After kills he is unhinged, biting into Will's skin and leaving him littered in bruises and scabs. The veil is lifted and the monster underneath is ravenous. 

      The lovers enter the lavish bedroom, adorned with velvet red blankets and cherry wood floors. Black drapes hanging from the canopy cradle all the ornate wood detailing. It made Will feel like the bride of Dracula. Well, that as well as the both of them still being covered in blood, Hannibal looking at him like he wanted to eat him.

     "What are you thinking about, Will?" Hannibal said as his large hands pushed Will onto the bed, climbing over him. His red-soaked dress shirt stuck to his lean form, sleeves rolled up and scabbing together. The doctor pushed down onto Will's crotch with his knee, pinning him down. 

     "You eating me," It sort of slipped out, but Will had been thinking of it all too often lately. Ever since that first wet dream that left him vomit soaked and throbbing against his pajama pants, Will had wanted it. Since he saw the way Hannibal's eyes roll back in his head as he tasted a small piece of raw, bloody liver while he was cooking for them both a while ago.

     Hannibal had made a noise like he'd been punched in the gut at Will's comment, like the wind being knocked out of him. The maroon of his eyes becoming black and predatory. He seemed at a loss for words, something uncommon.

      "Thinking about you tearing open my stomach, chewing on it raw, no fancy bullshit I want your fucking teeth in me," Will had opened the floodgates and there was no turning back now. He was so hard it hurt and he wanted to be a part of Hannibal forever. 

      "Mylimasis..." Hannibal's eyes were glassy like he could cry, still dark with desire as he pressed the sweetest kiss against Will's nervous lips. "That is a...delicious request." Hannibal seemed to be having a hard time keeping calm, his fingers shaking as he cradled the younger man's face. "I do not want to lose you too soon. As much as I want to fulfill every fantasy you have in your beautiful brain...I can't."

     "What if you just took a piece? I wanna be a part of you, I want you to consume me... please?" Will didn't mean to sound desperate, but with the doctor's knee pressed against him, he couldn't stop the helpless bucking of his hips and salivating of his mouth as he imagined what Hannibal may taste like, or how Will's blood would taste on Hannibal's tongue as they kissed. 

     "If that's what you want, my love, I will give it to you." Hannibal smiled, grinding his knee against the boy, earning a pathetic whimper from him. 

      "What part do you want?"

      "Just a taste, something nonessential..." Hannibal's gaze on him changed now. Will felt exposed, like he was nothing more to his lover than a pig, than the possible hundreds that may have came before him. That laid beneath the Ripper and watched him decide what parts of them would make the best dinner. 

      Lecter ripped open Will's shirt, stripping him quickly. He kissed Will's sweat soaked skin wherever he could, admiring his body like it was a marble statue. "What about here," Hannibal pressed into the soft flesh of Will's inner thigh. 

     Will let out a whimper like an injured dog, and that was all Hannibal needed. He swiftly pulled a large and sharp scalpel from his jacket pocket before tossing his clothes aside and grabbing his lover by the throat. "I'll be quick, my dear Will, I don't wish to cause you pain."

      "I don't mind if you do." Will smiled, and then lost himself in pleasure as Hannibal bound the younger man's hands to the bed post above him, to keep his work steady. 

      "My beautiful masochist...you are perfect." Hannibal growled as he dug the blade into his lover's leg and carefully sliced. Cherry wine spilled from the wound and stained the sheets quickly, Hannibal was licking and sucking on it like it was a drug. A pitiful scream was pulled from Will's throat, the hot pain of Hannibal cutting out a piece of meat to try blended with languid pleasure of his other hand rubbing over Will's boxers gently. Will's vision was beginning to go black with blood loss. 

     The last thing he saw was Hannibal grabbing a needle and thread, and licking the blood of his fingers.