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Waking up to the cloying scent of distressed Omega was somewhat disorientating; it was almost burning the back of his throat with its burning rubber aroma. Will groggily blinked awake, confused about his whereabouts and who this Omega was. What he hadn’t expected to see was none other than Hannibal-fucking-Lecter and as there was no-one else in the house, and Will was an Alpha, the Omegan scent must have been coming from Hannibal. He was pacing a hole into the floor of Will’s living room, hands in his hair, tugging through the strands and then petting them back down again; clearly trying to gentle himself. Judging by the whining, it wasn’t working. Hannibal must have not noticed Will’s now conscious form because he just keeps pacing. Back and forth. Following the same path over and over. When his whines began to turn into whimpers; Will could feel himself become panicky. Despite only just finding out about Hannibal’s true secondary gender, Will’s Alpha felt protective over him.
Will moved to sit up on the bed but promptly fell back down again; grunting at the sudden reminder of the wounds he had sustained at the Verger estate and his…insightful time with Chiyoh. His arms ached from lack of use after the drug he had been pumped with, his face burned but he needed to get up lest Hannibal has a full-on meltdown. He grunts when he pushes himself back up but finally settles propped up on his elbows. Hannibal by now has stopped dead in his tracks. He’s stood at the foot of Will’s bed and trembling noticeably. Now that Will was more awake, he finally gave Hannibal a once over; he was shorter and his shoulders looked smaller, more rounded. But that was impossible, Hannibal couldn’t have possibly found a way around the typical stereotypes of an Omega’s stature. Will felt a frown pull at his face, the confusion too much for him at the moment. Hannibal must have seen this and taken it as him doing something wrong and upsetting the Alpha; he starts whining again, sharp and heart-breaking. Will panics and does the first thing that he can think of, letting out a low Alphan rumble in hopes of calming the omega. Hannibal’s head shoots up and his whimpers slow, tears in his eyes but not yet falling. Will continues to rumble until Hannibal’s noises come to a complete stop. It’s silent for a moment until…
“A-alpha.” Hannibal squeaks out.
“Try again?” Will suggests calmly.
They’re quiet again.
“Alph-“
“No. my name, Hannibal. You’re okay.” Will gently urges.
“Will”
“There we go. Good.”
Hannibal chokes out a noise at the praise. Will’s heart aches for him despite what the man had done to him. What they’ve done to each other. Without thinking of anything past the need to protect and comfort the Omega, Will pats the bed.
“Hannibal” He gently calls. Hannibal looks at him; avoiding his eyes, his head is tipped down towards his chest. He’s baring his throat to me. Submitting to me. Will can’t fight the proud, possessive feeling spreading through his chest at the gesture. He can’t do anything about. Not yet. He needs to soothe his omega first. Will doesn’t miss the possessive thought but decides to ignore it for the time being.
“Hannibal. C’mon. Look at me sweetheart.” Will tries again and Hannibal looks up at the endearment. His eyes are still twinkling with tears.
“Come here. Sit with me.” Will gives a soft smile. Hannibal stumbles over and practically falls into the bed and by default, straight onto Will.
Will, who until now, hadn’t smelt the other’s borrowed clothes. The smell of an alpha covered HIS Omega! The Alpha was suddenly overwhelmed with anger and started growling. He made a grab for Hannibal’s coat, desperate to pull I from him. Hannibal gave a cry of shock and tried to pull away from the suddenly furious Alpha, attempting to lower himself onto his stomach. At the frightened state of the Omega, Will stopped and pulled away. Shocked and furious at himself for scaring the Omega after just calming him down. He was just so angry at the scent of another on his Hannibal. His Omega. His Omega, who had pulled away from him to fully lower himself to the comforter, desperately trying to appease the Alpha by submitting. He thinks I’m angry at HIM. Will’s chest constricts with emotion and he lets out another rumble. Continuing to do so until Hannibal seems to settle and crawls over to Will. Will bites back the growl when the scent becomes more obvious and instead, slowly lifts his hand to place it in Hannibal’s hair, slowly petting him. He moves it down onto his neck and Hannibal purrs and Will feels alight with joy. He almost hates that he has to ask. “Hannibal… I hate to ask this, I really do but I really need you take those clothes off” Hannibal makes an affronted noise, shocked that Will would even ask. Hannibal knows that they’re Mates, always has known, even when he was taking a myriad of drugs to appear like an Alpha. But that’s no excuse. Hannibal gives an Omegan growl and Will just blinks and is quick to explain.
“Calm down, Hannibal. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I can smell Alpha all over you and I know we’re not mated but it makes me so angry. I don’t even know why, or well I do; I’ve had somewhat of a crush on you but now I know you’re an omega and my instincts just kinda sky-rocketed an-” Will rambled on, desperate to prove to Hannibal that he really wasn’t trying anything. He was only cut off because said Omega took it upon himself to shut him up, leaning forwards and placing a soft kiss on the Alpha’s mouth. Will was quick to kiss back, returning his hand to the back of Hannibal’s warm neck, fingers playing with the soft hair at his nape. It went on for a while, until Hannibal had begun to run out of oxygen and Will wasn’t any better off. Hannibal pulled back gently as not to make the Alpha think he was retreating and smiled. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen.
“Well, that ehm-” Will gulped “-That happened.” Will chuckled.
“Indeed, it did.” Hannibal gave a heartfelt laugh, sharp teeth showing and his eyes wrinkling at the corners. It was honest to god adorable and Will felt as if his heart was about to give out. They stared at each other a while until Hannibal lent forwards to press a kiss to the corner of the Alphas mouth.
Hannibal stood from the bed with his back to Will and began taking off his borrowed clothes; ridding himself of the other Alpha’s scent. Will was at a loss for words as he watched as the Omega revealed more pale skin, rendered silent by the enchanting sight that was Hannibal. Though his mood was torn down when Hannibal began taking off the shirt, Will couldn’t stop the shocked gasp from escaping his lungs. In the centre of the Omega’s back was a raw looking branding; the verger branding to be precise. Will shot off the bed and without thinking pressed his hands to either side of the mark, letting out a low growl, he began to press light touches around the wound. Hannibal yelped and went to pull away out of instinct, only for Will to catch him around the waist and pull him back.
“Will! Let go.” As much as he tried to keep his voice level, the Omega could feel his panic rising, Hannibal was making a move to get out of Will’s grasp again. But without the strength that the Alpha hormones gave him, he was quite helpless. Will just hooked an arm around his stomach to restrain him while the other went back to prodding at the area around the burn. Hannibal attempted to squirm away but Will tightened his hold higher onto his ribs. And Hannibal shrieked. The sound was shrill and pained, Will snatched his hands back as if they burnt. The omega turned around, tears in his eyes and backed away. His back hit the wall and he slumped against it, bringing his knees to his chest to appear as small as possible. He wasn’t used to feeling so frail and vulnerable; it was pitiful. But Mason didn’t see it fit for his ‘Next Meal’ to keep his suppressants and hormones. “They would ruin the meat” His buffoon of a partner had said. And so, they stopped giving him them, then and there; causing him to spiral and crash. Now, here he was sat on the floor of Will Graham’s house, huddled against a wall and whimpering in pain and embarrassment while said Alpha stares down at him.
“Hannibal… what happened? I know it wasn’t just me that made you run” Will didn’t attempt to approach the man, afraid of further upsetting him. It was… strange to see Hannibal like this. So afraid when he was usually the more composed of the two. Hannibal was silent: not entirely trusting his voice at the present. Will sighed, just as it seemed like they were progressing, it all fell apart at the seams. The Alpha lowered himself to the floor, his back against the bed.
And so, they sat silently; Will fully dressed and Hannibal in just his Pants huddled against the wall. Will felt like shit for causing Hannibal to act like this. It must have been about an hour, although to Will it felt like a lifetime, when Hannibal began to shuffle over to Will, tucking himself against the Alpha’s side. Will lifted his arm and wrapped it around the Omega’s shoulders pulling him closer to him. With Hannibal’s now smaller stature, it seemed easier to almost hide him from the world. As I should. Will thought. They were silent again until,
“Please tell me what happened, Hannibal.” Hannibal sighed.
“Which part?” The Omega asked with a hollow laugh. Which part? What happened to him?
“Ideally? All of it. But… I’m not going to force you.” He squeezes the Omega gently.
“But first” Will continues, “I want to apologise. It seems as if I keep fucking this up. I keep scaring you and it breaks me.” He lets out a whimper, his Alpha overwhelmed with the guilt at hurting his Omega, a tear slips down his cheek. Hannibal wipes it away, letting out a purr desperate to comfort the man he has chosen to be his Alpha. His own tears fall freely now, he’s a mess of emotions brought on by his sudden withdrawal of Alphan drugs.
“Will, you must understand that I only pulled away because your arm had caught a set of fairly fresh bruises left behind by our very own uncle Jack. He thought it a brilliant idea to throw me through multiple display cases.” Although he says this with amusement, there was still a resentful glint in his eyes. Will swallows back his own anger; lest he goes on a rampage and hunts Jack Crawford himself.
“And the branding?” He asks, although he’s not exactly sure he wants to know.
If Will thought Hannibal looked angry then, he looks downright furious now. Or at least he does to Will, they’re so finely tuned to each other that emotions appear to glow between them.
“Ah. That would be from Mr Verger. You were there when he and his ‘Partner’ discussed how they were going to kill and eat me” Will growls at that and Hannibal gives an almost shy smile before carrying on. “If I was going to be slaughtered like one of the pigs, I should be marked and kept like one of the pigs. And so, I was strung up bare, marked and refused any of my suppressants or hormones. They didn’t even have the decency to taper my off them.” He stops for a minute or two.
“Hence the lapse in judgement and the onslaught of emotions.” His voice is heavy with an unknown emotion.
Will can’t do anything buy pull him closer, grumbling something about ‘his Omega’ and how he ‘should have protected him better’.
“That was- that was something.” Will had subconsciously began stroking his fingers through the Omega’s hair. They’re sat in silence once again, their scents mingling, erasing the previous smells of scared Omega and angry Alpha from the house. And that is why Will is so shocked when the Hannibal climbs into his lap, straddling his waist. When Hannibal leans down, Will meets him halfway, pressing their lips together in a kiss. One more passionate than the first. Will pulls away when the oxygen begins to deplete.
“Hold on a minute. Why did you hide the fact you’re an Omega?”
Hannibal avoids the question in order to begin grinding his hips down into Will’s groin. The Alpha grunts when the sweet smell of slick begins to permeate the air. He grabs Hannibal’s hips to keep him and asks again.
“Why hide, Hannibal?” Hannibal huffs but answers.
“The men who took Mischa from me threatened to ‘Have their way with the small breeder pup’ so I ran and promised myself that I would never let anyone else know my secondary gender. But that was just the anger and fear of a child. When I grew, I found it easier to get the stuff I wanted if I appeared to be an Alpha. It was easier to get into John Hopkins when I was a young man. And then with the help of platformed shoes, carefully designed suits and shoulder plates I was able to achieve a more Alphan body shape. Not to mention that it doesn’t hurt that the statistics of Alpha killers is greatly higher than that of Omega killers.”
Hannibal explains it all impatiently, obviously desperate to change the subject.
“That’s… fair.” Will shrugs. He doesn’t really know what he was expecting if he was being honest.
“Will?” Hannibal’s voice is quiet. Almost a whisper.
“Yeah?” Will glances down, trying to catch Hannibal’s eyes. It’s strange how he’s still the only person I want to look in the eye.
“Iwantyoutomateme” Hannibal rushes the words out, which in itself isn’t like him, and the burrows his head under the Alpha’s chin. Will blinks
“I’m… going to need you to repeat that.”
Hannibal sighs. “I would like to mate with you, please.” Hannibal ducked his head further into Will’s neck, unconsciously scenting him. His face was flushed beet red now; if Will couldn’t see it, he could most definitely feel it through his shirt. When the Alpha didn’t reply straight away, Hannibal took it as rejection and made to get off his lap, apologising.
“I’m sorry! Ignore me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll leave. Sorry!” Hannibal begins making panicked whimpers. Before he stands up, Will pulls him back down on top of him.
“Hey! Hannibal. No, I was shocked. I want you; I do. I just didn’t expect you to say anything. I’m sorry, please settle down.” Will almost pleads. He guides the Omega’s face back into his neck, hoping that his Alpha scent would calm him down. It works and before long, Hannibal had begun grinding his hips again. Will groans at the friction it was causing to his dick.
Hannibal yelps when Will grabs him under his thighs and stands up, his arms shoot up to cling around Will’s neck. Will makes his way across the room and throws the Omega onto the bed. Hannibal spreads his legs and whines as the Alpha strips from his shirt and approaches him. Will growls as Hannibal begins to wiggle his way from his pants and the omega gives a higher whine when Will doesn’t come any closer.
Will laughs, “Yes, yes. I heard you the first time”
Will climbs on top of Hannibal, grinding his clothed dick against the Omega’s bare arse. He leans down and trails kisses up his neck, nipping atop his scent glands until he reaches Hannibal’s lips. From then on, the next hour blurs into a mess of slick, flesh and pleasure.
Will wakes this time to a tug on his knot and the combined smell of blood, slick and cum in the air. He opens his eyes to see the smooth back of Hannibal in front of him. The Omega is writhing and whining as the knot pulls against his abused rim, until he finally comes again with a shudder. The constrictions around his knot trigger another orgasm and Will grunts and curls around Hannibal’s back.
“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to come apart.” Hannibal gives an uncharacteristic giggle; sweet and high pitched and entirely fitting for an Omega. Still it’s strange to Will to hear it; it is possibly the cutest yet most disturbing sound Will has ever heard.
For the record, Hannibal does stop. And Will begins licking up the blood from the mating bite, carrying on to do so until his knot deflates and slips out. Hannibal turns around to face him and grins. Will smiles back and like flipping a switch, they’re laughing. For no reason but for the joy of simply being together. Hannibal gets up and puts on an old pair of Will’s pyjama bottoms and a shirt; both looking ridiculously oversized on him. He throws Will a pair of boxers and climbs back into bed, practically falling into Will’s chest. They spend the next 15 minutes nuzzling each other and trading soft kisses. It was dark outside now, and both Hannibal and Will were close to falling back to sleep, wrapped up in one another.
That is until the red and blue lights appeared through the Window, the shrieking sound of sirens was piercing in the silence.
Hannibal shoots a frightened look at Will. Almost pleading with him to do something. When Will remains quiet, he begins giving out yelping whines. Will snaps out of his internal panic, quick to attempt to quieten the Omega.
“They’re going to arrest me. They’re going to separate us…” Hannibal frantically mumbles.
“Sshhh. Hannibal. Han, I need you to be calm down. Please.” Will cups both of Hannibal’s cheeks, smoothing his thumbs over them. The Omega leans in and nuzzles into the touch.
“I’m going to go out and try to get them to leave. You going to be okay?” Will whispers. Hannibal is still, there are tears streaming down his face and slight tremors run over his body, before he gives a barely noticeable nod. Will nods back and moves to get up, throwing on a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. With a final glance at hi Omega, Will opens the front door and steps throw it.
He immediately sees Jack Crawford in the crowd of cops. “Want do you want, Jack?” There’s no warmth in his voice.
“Hannibal Lecter.” Jack takes a step closer and Will growls. He stops approaching.
“Will, where is he?”
“You’re not having him.” Will whips around when two cops in Kevlar begin to grab for the door behind him. He sees red when he grabs the first one’s wrist and twists it at an odd angle until he hears a snap. The man yells before he pulls his hand free and backs away. The smaller Alpha moves into a more aggressive stance; he’s growling and snarling not unlike a rabid dog. The second cop raises his arms, understanding the clear signs of an Alpha protecting it’s mate and territory, and backs away.
“I said I’m not letting you have him.” He basically shouts.
Jack makes the wrong move and walks closer, Will takes it as a threat, throws himself over the railing and plummets straight into the bigger Alpha. They’re a mess of fists and teeth, blood and sweat, tearing at each other as they roll around in the dirt.
There’s a cry, an Omega’s cry, and Will freezes just long enough for Jack to get the upper hand and pin him on his stomach.
Will beings struggling straight away I need to get back to him.
“Graham! Quit it!” Jack’s got his arms pressed against his back at an uncomfortable position. Will relents, though he keeps his low growl.
There’s another cry and then a yelp and Will looks up to see a group of agents grabbing Hannibal and forcing him to his knees, forcing a bite mask around his head. The Omega is yelping and whining; crying out for his alpha to help him. But Will can’t, he’s still pinned under Jack’s wait. He’s unable to help, forced to listen to his Omega’s distressed calls. His chest burns. And so, he pleads.
“God! Just don’t hurt him. Be careful, he’s already injured! He’s not doing anything! Fuck. Please.” Will’s sobbing, unable to stop this. Unable to protect Hannibal.
Hannibal is cuffed and pushed towards the police car, but they do act on Will’s request, surprisingly.
“He goes in with me!” Jack shouts.
Hannibal’s whining is cut off when he’s placed in the back off a car.
Will’s limp on the floor, no longer seeing a point in struggling. His Omega has been taken from him.
He feels a prodding finger at the neck off his shirt.
“What are you doing Jack? Haven’t you done enough?” He sounds exhausted, drained of emotion almost.
“You let him bond with you.” It’s not a question.
“An alpha/alpha bonding.” He sounds disgusted.
“He’s not an Alpha, Jack. Big shot FBI agent like you should realise that.”
Jack looks confused. Will can’t help but give a harsh, empty chuckle.
“Alpha’s don’t make those noises, Jack. They don’t plead for help. Don’t ask for their ‘equally’ Alpha’s help. Do the math.”
“Hannibal Lecter is an… Omega.” He adopts a dazed look at the conclusion.
“That’s right. Well done. Gold star. Can I go now? I would like to mourn the loss of my Mate and contact a lawyer.”
“Sorry Will. No can do. You still attacked several FBI agents.” He stands up, pulling Will up with him with a grunt.
They go in separate cars, because of fucking cause they do. Will feels hollow inside. Hannibal had been whimpering until Jack told him to shut it; from then on, he sat in silence with the occasional whine escaping his lips.