slashyrogue:

The weather outside is shit so hey why not start sharing my Christmas ABO?

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They meet by chance.

Hannibal does not normally attend events outside of his own social circle but on in invite from his colleague Dr. Bloom he goes to a Christmas party given by one Beverly Katz.

When he walks into Ms. Katz’s home he turns his nose up at the outdoor lights and by the time he passes the rest of the hideous Christmas decor to the beverages Hannibal is ready to leave.

Then he smells the most intoxicating scent to ever grace his nostrils in all his life. He turns and a deep growl of intent escapes his mouth without conscious thought.

“Hannibal you’re here!”

Alana’s interference makes him growl and all his alpha instincts ride up at her scent near that of the omega who is making him weak.

“Hannibal?”

He takes a deep breath and tries to calm. “I apologize, I am slightly disoriented. You did not tell me there would be any unattached omegas here.”

Alana blinks. “Omegas? There aren’t.”

Hannibal scoffs. “I can smell him, Alana. There is no need to—“

There is a crash and they both look towards the origin. A man is bent down picking up the pieces of a broken dish alongside a woman he does not recognize.

The sight of him makes his knot half full and Hannibal lets out a long breath. “Who is he?”

“Will Graham? I’ve told you about him. He’s the consultant Jack uses. The beta who—“

Hannibal hardly hears the rest and crosses the room with only one thought:

Mine.

Will looks up as he draws near and moves back defensively.

“Hello, can I be of service?”

The woman beside him smiles. “In the suit I’m sure you could be of service to anyone you wanted.”

Will blushes a lovely pink and Hannibal bends down to retrieve the last piece of bowl.

“Are you Lecter? Alana said she was inviting her shrink friend.”

He straightens, hands over the piece, and never looks away from Will. “Yes that would be me.”

The woman takes his hand and they shake.

“Beverly Katz,” she says, “and the quiet one is Will Graham.”

Hannibal holds out his hand which is an odd gesture he’s sure to the omega who must know by scent his interest.

Will takes his offered hand and they both shiver on contact.

“Dr. Hannibal Lecter,” he says, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Will’s throat bobs as he teases , “I can’t say the same.”

Oh he likes this.

“Then I will have to tell you about myself in great detail.”

Beverly laughs. “Please do. Drink, Doc?”

“White wine, please.”

She walks off and Hannibal slightly squeezes their still joined hands.

“A thoroughbred omega amongst all of these lessers, I never thought I’d see the day.”

Will lets out a long breath.

“I’m not a thoroughbred. I’m just—“

He inhales and steps closer despite the impropriety. “A diamond in the rough.”

Will stares at his mouth and then looks away. “I’m not one, I promise you. They don’t know here about me being…not what it says in my file. Please don’t give me away.”

He steps back as Ms. Katz returns with the worst wine he’s ever tasted. Hannibal expertly swallows and sets down the glass to be abandoned later while small talk is thrown back and forth between them. Will is nervous but instinctively leans more towards Hannibal for comfort, though he doesn’t seem to notice.

By the end of the evening he learns much about everyone but Will Graham, who seems to have perfected evasion even more so than Hannibal himself. The expert way he directs questions about himself onto others is quite interesting as is the strange allure he casts over the room without knowledge. Every person in the room wants to please him as is their biological imperative but they have no idea why.

Hannibal has never wanted anyone more.

Continued here:

Truly, Madly, Deeply