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Alyx.
Hannibal waits a day to call Will with the bad news.
“I’m afraid Wednesday doesn’t work any longer.”
The omega’s breath catches and Hannibal smiles. “When?”
“Tomorrow?”
There is a pause and Will breathes out before he responds. Hannibal can still smell his slick in the air of his office and cannot wait to have the lovely fragrance of their joining in his bed.
“Okay. Where is your house?”
He gives the address and adds, “My apologies, Will. It could not be avoided.”
“It’s ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Hannibal licks his lips. “Yes. Have a good evening.”
“You too.”
There is no unavoidable reason why he couldn’t see Will Wednesday, of course, or even Friday. He knows now that with the new added element Will won’t have a choice in his want of seeing him.
Will is pregnant with his child. He’d thought so after they’d finished the first time but it was the second where he’d known for sure. His true mate was even more fertile than Hannibal had expected and the jubilation that his impending fatherhood brings seems unending. He makes lists of names, mostly historical figures and gods, and wonders if Will could possibly be carrying multiples.
The statistical probability of that is rather low but Hannibal allows himself to indulge in the possibility for the rest of the evening while he orders a crib and nursery items. He hopes Will is not against black and white.
Appointments for the next day are set to end early so Hannibal can prepare his and Will’s meal, and he is so eager he hardly pays much attention to his patients until the last.
Franklyn Froideveaux is the stereotypical omegan, skittish and weepy at most of their sessions while desperate in others. He wants Hannibal, has since they’d first met, and while the idea was once an amusement Hannibal finds himself annoyed when the Omega’s crush involves his mate.
“Your mate must be pretty territorial,” Franklyn mutters, his deep inhale of breath something Hannibal can’t help but notice.
“Mate?”
“Your office has smelled like him since he burst in here,” Franklyn says, “That was him, wasn’t it? The one with the–”
Hannibal leans forward and his nails dig into the leather of the chair. “You will refrain from the rest of that sentence if you know what’s good for you, Mr. Froideveaux. I will not tolerate it. As a matter of fact, I believe it’s time for you to get a referral.”
Franklyn cries out, “But YOU were a referral! I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to–”
Hannibal stands and walks to his desk, ignores the calls from the omega who stops just short of begging in front of him. He writes the referral and pushes it across the desk.
“Good day, Franklyn.”
He wants to snap the man’s neck when crocodile tears start to spill down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, can we just–”
“Good day.”
Hannibal waits till Franklyn leaves to grab his scalpel and stab it into the desk. His hands shake as he tries to calm, the need to express his instincts high until he hears the ringing of his cell phone.
The name makes him relax at once and a smile overtakes his features even before a word is spoken.
“Hello, Will.”
“Hi,” Will says, “I was just making sure that–”
“Yes, my schedule is entirely clear for you and our meal. The time and location have not changed.”
He hears Will’s sigh of relief and the warmth that fills him is immense.
“I’ll see you then.”
“Yes, see you then.”
The rising instincts to posture, to take his omega forcefully and truly become mates is suddenly all he can think about. He puts his hands on the desk and closes his eyes, imagines Will loving him openly and accepting their union without fear.
That is what drives the rest of his mission, throughout his preparation of the meal, his home and himself. The latter he decides to work on last, the time from when Will arrives far enough off that he can before then make the rest of the elements of this night perfect first. He’s got the food warm in the oven and he’s just put the finishing touch on the table settings when the doorbell rings.
Hannibal freezes with his hand on the flowers and checks the clock.
It can’t be Will as there is still half an hour before the time he gave.
He looks down at his apron, the mess of their meal on the front of it and his forearms are exposed to keep the mess from his clothing. The alpha feels annoyance fill him as he stomps through the house to answer the door.
There is no one who would even be here for he’s told most of his acquaintances he’s out of town for the rest of the week. He throws open the door only to be hit with the scent of the one person it shouldn’t be.
“Will,” he breathes, “You’re early.”
Will is wearing a dress shirt with no tie, open coat, and the amount of sweat on his brow is worse than the night before. “I’m sorry, I just…I can wait in the car.”
Hannibal notices that Will’s gaze lingers on the open neck of his shirt and bare forearms.
“It is perfectly alright, I just was not prepared. Please come inside.”
He moves out of the way and Will enters. The omega shivers and inhales the scent of Hannibal’s home, no doubt both comforted and aroused with so much of his alpha in the air.
“You look very nice.”
Will scoffs and takes off his glasses, putting them in his front left pocket. “I didn’t know what to wear.”
“You could have worn something that made you more comfortable, if you’d liked.”
Will walks through the front foyer and his eyes roam all over. “This is different than I expected.”
There was always a little bit too much of it in Will, needs he knew shouldn’t be fulfilled but wanted more than anything.
So he bought one book on demons, read it cover to cover, and started on another.
By the time the internet was built he knew more than most, thought about summonings but never tried.
It turned out, he didn’t have to. The demon that came to him, came in the form of Hannibal Lecter.
There was no mistaking him as a demon, the way he walked and purred out promises with every breath but hurt with the next. Will was entirely entranced, caught up in his ruse even if he knew it was all for a purpose.
But Hannibal played with him while taking souls of others, spent nights in sessions and shared food that Will found questionable from the first meal but ate to see what human tasted like.
Hannibal still never took him, and years went by before he figured out why.
The thin line of love and murder between them cracked when Hannibal killed Abigail, the depth of love Will had expected the demon had for her was obviously faked.
Like the love he had for Will.
They parted and Will did not expect to see anything but bodies in his wake, but instead he left them alive.
All of them.
Will held back, forced himself to hide alone with the dogs in Florida and stay away from it all until Jack came with news.
“There are bodies again.”
Messy bodies, no sense of art or reason, and Will knew it wasn’t his demon who did these things.
Part of him thought for a moment the design seemed familiar.
But the deaths continued, building up more and more, until he started to think there was more to this than just killing.
A month into the Slasher, Hannibal dropped his first body in almost a year.
Will took one look at it and everything fell into place.
He couldn’t breathe for the sudden desperate need to be around Hannibal again, to understand, and went home to find Hannibal throwing bones to the dogs in his backyard.
“I won’t ask who those are from.”
Hannibal smiled, snapping his fingers and causing the dogs to stop their excitement.
“It’s taken years but you see the difference?”
Will nodded, closing his eyes as he felt Hannibal wrap an arm around his waist. “Embrace it.”
Will felt the demon inside him, the part long denied, rise up and fill in all the dark fascination.
“Hannibal.”
Hannibal kissed his cheek. “I never took your soul because it was never up for option.”
He felt his darkness overtake him and moaned at the sensation. “It feels…”
“Right,” Hannibal whispered, “it feels right. You denied yourself for so long and ignored that which is such a large part of you. Embrace it.”
Each flash of memory that flashed by reminded him of what he’d done. He was The Slasher, his darkness had been so hungry for blood it had taken over time and time again.
Will opened his eyes and everything looked different. “Oh.”
“I missed you, Will.”
Will turned in his arms and when he saw Hannibal with his new eyes he gasped. “I can see your darkness.”
Hannibal smiled. “It is quite like your own. The darkness in me sings for yours.”
Will huffed out a laugh and pulled him in for a kiss. They bit at each other’s mouths and he felt his teeth elongate with each passing moment. When they parted he felt tears in his eyes.
“I missed you too.”
Sorry I’ve been MIA. I don’t know what else to say but that.
Hannibal as Clavicus Vile, daedric Prince of deals, pacts, power and bargains and Will as Vaermina, daedric Prince of dreams, nightmares and evil omens
Toying with mortals has always been Clavicus Vile’s favorite past time but as of late, a plague of nightmarish dreams has been spreading from the Rift towards Eastmarch. All mortals, affected or not, seem now to be flooding the shrine of Meridia and incessantly pray to their Aedra statues. There is no champion worthy to be chosen and Vile’s running out of patience.
Perhaps there is a rift in Vaermina’s plane of Oblivion or the prince itself has descended upon Skyrim to cause tremendous chaos. On the one hand, the Quagmire is a place that would strike fear even in the heart of daedra. On the other, how titillating would be to deal with another daedric Prince?
He’s never been so desperate for a knot since he was fifteen and nothing man made will satiate his need.
It’s been four days since he met Hannibal and four weeks before Christmas but it might as well be summer for all the sweating he’s doing. His body seems to be going through a heat even though he takes suppressants to cut off the possibility. His body has apparently begun to betray him though as this non-heat seems to center on the man who is apparently his true mate: Hannibal Lecter.
Will still can’t even believe it’s true he has one at all, let alone an alpha like Hannibal. It’s just his luck he’d be stuck with an insufferable pompous alpha who is too attractive for his own good. He tries not to remember seeing Hannibal stare after him when he pulled away from the party.
Alphas didn’t get hurt over things like rejection and he refuses to believe it wasn’t a ploy to make him reverse his car.
Will has dealt with lying alphas all his life and truth be told they were the reason he takes suppressants. He won’t fall for one no matter how good they smell or feel.
Except his body might not hold out much longer, which is why he calls Alana.
“Hannibal? I thought you and he had already…”
“No,” Will mumbles, hand dangerously close to jerking his cock again though there seems little point, “But I need to talk to him.”
“Are you ok? You sound—“
“Do you have the number or do I need to just do this myself?”
Alana isn’t used to him being so forceful and he knows alphas don’t like being talked back to but his need overweighs any rudeness.
“Will are you ok?”
“I’m fine, but I need that number.”
She gives the number despite his anger and Will calls to make an appointment with the administrative assistant for later this evening but seeing the time till then he decides to go now. The ride isn’t long and there is no one in the waiting room when he arrives. Hannibal’s scent immediately makes his slick build down his thighs as he shakes with impatience.
The administrative assistant is a beta, blond and attractive but barely pays him any attention.
Will’s there for all of ten minutes when the scent of his alpha makes it unbearable and he rushes to the door.
He’s never been so desperate for a knot since he was fifteen and nothing man made will satiate his need.
It’s been four days since he met Hannibal and four weeks before Christmas but it might as well be summer for all the sweating he’s doing. His body seems to be going through a heat even though he takes suppressants to cut off the possibility. His body has apparently begun to betray him though as this non-heat seems to center on the man who is apparently his true mate: Hannibal Lecter.
Will still can’t even believe it’s true he has one at all, let alone an alpha like Hannibal. It’s just his luck he’d be stuck with an insufferable pompous alpha who is too attractive for his own good. He tries not to remember seeing Hannibal stare after him when he pulled away from the party.
Alphas didn’t get hurt over things like rejection and he refuses to believe it wasn’t a ploy to make him reverse his car.
Will has dealt with lying alphas all his life and truth be told they were the reason he takes suppressants. He won’t fall for one no matter how good they smell or feel.
Except his body might not hold out much longer, which is why he calls Alana.
“Hannibal? I thought you and he had already…”
“No,” Will mumbles, hand dangerously close to jerking his cock again though there seems little point, “But I need to talk to him.”
“Are you ok? You sound—“
“Do you have the number or do I need to just do this myself?”
Alana isn’t used to him being so forceful and he knows alphas don’t like being talked back to but his need overweighs any rudeness.
“Will are you ok?”
“I’m fine, but I need that number.”
She gives the number despite his anger and Will calls to make an appointment with the administrative assistant for later this evening but seeing the time till then he decides to go now. The ride isn’t long and there is no one in the waiting room when he arrives. Hannibal’s scent immediately makes his slick build down his thighs as he shakes with impatience.
The administrative assistant is a beta, blond and attractive but barely pays him any attention.
Will’s there for all of ten minutes when the scent of his alpha makes it unbearable and he rushes to the door.
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