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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter
  Additional Tags:
      Omega_Will, Omega_Verse, Alpha/Omega, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Rimming,
      Fellatio, Oral_Sex, Knotting, Boarding_School, Alternate_Universe_-
      Boarding_School
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hath_Thee_in_Thrall
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-26 Words: 1144
****** A Heart Whose Love is Innocent ******
by mresundance
Summary
     Hannibal is the headmaster of a boarding school, and Will is the
     omega boy who has gotten his attention. Will is about 17 in this,
     just FYI.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The boy walked in beauty and Hannibal could barely stand it. In the dewy,
spring mornings he liked to watch the boy from above, from the window of his
second story bedroom. He watched the boy as he jogged around the green, cheeks
and throat flushing, lips red as rubies. Sometimes Hannibal would palm himself,
remembering the boy's hot mouth on him, the sweet, genuine way he moaned as
Hannibal's fingers worked inside him. How he'd panted "Hannibal, oh Hannibal",
like Hannibal's name was part of a psalm.
He watched the boy too, striding across the campus, winding down the stairs
between classes, clambering between the shelves books in the library. He
bloomed like the spring around him. His first tender bud had opened, thick and
swollen, and the awkwardness that typified many teens began to ebb from his
body. Instead of shuffling his feet, he began to sway gently. Instead of
slouching he pulled his shoulders back. Instead of mumbling around other boys
he began speak more confidently to them; to hold their gaze. When other boys
flirted with him, noticing his beauty, he bit his lower lip and it reddened all
the more. If the other boy was especially appealing -- often tall and dark
haired and older, Hannibal noted with some amusement from where-ever he was
watching Will -- Will angled his slender body, coyly loosened his tie and
unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose the line of his throat.
There was something so sweet, so innocent about this gesture to Hannibal.
Because while the boy had discovered he was sexual, he still didn't know just
how potent his eroticism could be. Eroticism that he now wore plainly as his
own clothes. When he knelt to tie his shoes, there was some of that same,
languid movement as when he sank to his knees and took Hannibal's hard,
dripping cock in his mouth. When he sighed, it was similar to the soft sounds
of pleasure he made when Hannibal opened him so slowly. The face he made when
he enjoyed a particularly rich dessert at dinner -- closing his eyes and just
parting his lips -- was so much like the blissful face he made when Hannibal
knotted him that Hannibal once excused himself from the dinner table to go
stroke himself off.
But Will had not even noticed. He was still innocent enough not to have seen
how his beauty influenced others.
The boy walked in beauty and some days it made Hannibal's heart sing. He wished
everyone in the world could see this boy, this radiant boy, and know he was
Hannibal's. In his most carnal, lewd moments, a part of Hannibal yearned for
exposure: for someone to find out that his "private tutoring" sessions with the
boy over the past month hadnot been about English or Philosophy. Sometimes
Hannibal even yearned to take pictures of the boy, wet with sweat, and cum, and
slick, shivering as the last vestiges of desire drained from his body, and
share them somehow. Show off the treasure that was his to suck, and finger, and
rut, and kiss, and rim, and mount, and fuck. But those desires passed quickly,
foolish and destructive as they were.
But other days the boy's beauty was too much for Hannibal. The boy would lean
in too close to other boys, or unbutton one button too many, or spend too long
languishing with his ass in the air as he stooped to pick up his book bags. On
those days, every time the boy bit his lip or fluttered his dark lashes, it was
like sound of steel on dragging concrete to Hannibal. Anger would burn in him,
hot as a brand. He'd think of inventive and cruel ways to disembowel the boy
who'd leant Will a pencil. Thought of how delicious it would be to carve the
open the boy who had dared to wrestle with Will in the gym locker room.
On the worst days he'd think of Will spreading his legs for some unworthy
alpha. His youthful, pale body, cheeks and lips inflamed. Moaning like a wanton
little slut. Not the beautiful porcelain and rose boy with a voice like dark
honey who belonged to Hannibal. Not the innocent boy, the virgin boy who had
quivered around Hannibal's cock that first time.
On those days Hannibal had to have Will. Even if they had a tutoring session in
the evening, Hannibal would still find a way to pull the boy into his office,
or an old, abandoned closet in the library or school halls. Sometimes even into
his own bed, in the middle of the day, with the faculty having lunch on the
campus green outside. Hannibal would yank Will's brown curls and say ssssh,
sshas he fucked the boy.   
"Hannibal," Will often whispered, "we could get caught."
But then Hannibal would touch him in some way -- cupping his ass, stroking the
boy's cock through his pants. Once he sucked a bruising red mark on the boy's
neck until Will was shaking, eyes dark with lust. The boy would buckle, slide
into Hannibal's arms, nuzzle him, telling Hannibal that he made him feel as if
he was in heat all the time.
And the sweet noises the boy made as Hannibal claimed him again. The slick heat
of his hole around Hannibal's tongue as the boy moaned about how good it felt. 
The way his pale skin absorbed the bruises Hannibal pressed into the boy's hip.
He didn't even wait for the boy to say anything -- just pulled his hard cock
out of his trousers and silk boxers, spread the boy's legs painfully wide -
- and sank down into his little, wet entrance, quick and brutal.
The boy would mewl beneath him, on the floor or Hannibal's desk, writhing as
Hannibal forced his entire length, knot and all, into him.
Each time -- though Will would be trembling and so fullthe ache and stretch and
burn showed clearly in his face -- he still wrapped his arms, and then his
legs, around Hannibal.
"Oh god, Hannibal," he would say.
Hannibal would come a growl, pushing deeper into the boy. When his cock
softened enough for him to pull out carefully, his cum and the boy's slick
leaked abundantly over the boy's bruised thighs. Once Will made a piteous noise
of disappointment as Hannibal pulled out. They'd been in Hannibal's office,
with the door closed but not locked. Instead of buttoning up and cleaning them
both off, Hannibal had let his mouth trail up the inside of the boy's thighs.
His tongue dipped back into Will's ass, tasting the mixture of their fluids.
Will had cried out softly as Hannibal lapped at him, and stroked Will's stiff
cock. Will came, weakly, slumping into the desk.
"You are mine," Hannibal purred, licking Will's cum off his hand.
Will exhaled. "Yes."
End Notes
     So Warpedchyld and I are writing an Omegaverse fic where Hannibal is
     the headmaster of a boarding school, and Will is a virginal, 17 year
     old boy who attends said boarding school on a scholarship. We're
     basically writing the part where they mate for the first time, when
     Will is in heat. I wrote this as an off-shoot, because I just
     couldn't get enough of our Omegaverse Hannibal and Will.
     PS. If you want to see the Omegaverse fic we're sort of co-writing,
     watch this post on tumblr: http://mresundance.tumblr.com/post/
     94866960802/while-you-may-omegaverse-with-warpedchild
     We are mostly just going to lob the fic back and forth, with me
     writing Hannibal's POV and warped writing Will's. I don't know that
     we'll have it here on AO3, mostly because we just have fun lobbing
     things back and forth. :D
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