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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Hannibal_Lecter/Will_Graham
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter
  Additional Tags:
      AU, Age_Difference, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Painplay, Bloodplay,
      Spanking, Belting, Slapping, CBT, Sadism, S&M, Masochism, Sadomasochism,
      Somnophilia, dub_con, hypersexuality, Rough_Sex, Manhandling, Beating,
      physical_violence, Sexual_Violence, Disturbing_Themes, Dark, very_dark,
      Blood, bites, Scars, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Plugs, Aftercare, Birthday
      Presents, Hannibal_is_a_Cannibal, people_food, Underage_Sex, Mental
      Health_Issues
  Series:
      Part 2 of Games_That_We_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-22 Words: 2360
****** Evolve ******
by baeberiibungh
Summary
     Will has just turned 16, is a sociopath, a budding psychopath and
     wants something particular from Hannibal on his birthday...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Hannibal wakes up with an inelegant snort. There is somebody crushing him from
the top. One hand immediately goes to the very sharp switch blade under his
pillow, the other goes to get a vice grip on the person who is on him before
his hands could be restrained and Hannibal’s body is already moving to impale
the blade into the neck of the intruder when it registers to Hannibal that it
is Will, whose arms he is squeezing hard enough to break the bone and whose
face is pinched in pain but Will makes no other sounds.
Hannibal adjusts his body under Will who is practically sprawled on him, his
thin and immature body heaving, skin wet with sweat and Hannibal realises that
Will is riding his cock, perhaps had been riding for some time if his bodily
state is any clue. Will had pulled Hannibal’s pants down, pulled his cock out,
perchance licked it to full hardness while he was still asleep and had shoved
himself on it with minimal prep, and possibly passed out over Hannibal which is
when he woke up.
Hannibal looks at Will, who is panting loudly, his legs astride Hannibal’s
crotch, his chest falling onto Hannibal’s stomach and his chin basically
digging somewhere near his heart, while his eyes glaze over in pain every now
and then. Will is aware that Hannibal is awake, but he makes no movement or
sound as a response. He is only wearing a small tee, shoved to his armpit so
that his chest is touching the wiry hair around Hannibal’s navel. Will is also
tentatively rubbing his hands in very slow circles on Hannibal’s waist.
Hannibal is suddenly furious. Will is a very sex crazed child, always panting
for more, but that did not give him, or rather Hannibal never gave him the
right to use his body without any kind of consent. How dare Will, how dare he,
thinks Hannibal. Hannibal also realises that were it someone else, he would
have killed that individual minutes ago and now be attempting to bury his body
as soon as possible. But this is Will, who merely needs to be taught a lesson,
because Will is his, and lessons such as these are always necessary to learn
one’s place in life.
Hannibal pulls his left hand away from the under of his pillow and lets Will
hand go with the other and Will gives another wince. Hannibal knows that his
hand will bruise in hours and is not bothered about it. He puts both his hands
back on Will’s wrist and then slowly drags it back to his shoulder. Will gives
another shiver, Hannibal’s chest going damp where he had been breathing on.
Hannibal crosses the shoulders and then plants them in Will’s hair. Then, with
a deliberate and harsh tug oh his hair, Hannibal pushes Will back while at the
same time he gives a hard thrust from his hips.
Will gasps loudly, face going almost pale, his hands shaking as they push into
Hannibal’s chest. His whole body is shaking with strain, and even Hannibal
feels like shifting from the burn he is feeling from Will’s unprepared hole.
Will’s dark curls are sweaty and clumped together and pushed to one side, as if
he was sleeping just before coming to Hannibal. Hannibal is still living in the
farm with Will’s grandparents, in a cottage of his own. He looks after the
accounts, is the farm mechanic as well as the stat doctor for nearby farms too.
It had been an incredible journey with Will for Hannibal and he had never
regretted the fact that he came to the boy, for the boy had always made a point
of coming to him every time after that. There had been no more questionable
meals after that, but some more carnal desires had surfaced and Hannibal had
enjoyed using Will beyond words. The boy, so young and seemingly so innocent,
had a sadistic streak a mile long to match Hannibal. To add to his beauty, he
also seemed to have an equally long threshold for masochistic behaviour. He
liked giving and getting pain in an almost equal measure.
His dynamic was that Hannibal could hurt Will deliciously, just the way he
likes it and wants it even when he doesn’t know that he wants it and Will lets
Hannibal teach him new depth of sadistic pleasure to be derived from different
corners. Will, much to Hannibal’s delight and derision, liked sex hard and
rough, manhandled into forms and twisted into intricate decorations. His
position among the farm owners and Will’s own perceived innocence made this
deal all the more tantalising.
Will’s grandparents were away from the farm for the two weeks, something about
a pilgrimage to some distant relatives. Will had school but with the excuse of
a job he was possibly getting, he stayed behind and as luck would have it,
Will’s sweet sixteenth fell at the start of that week. What Will wanted, as he
had told Hannibal in the midst of gasps and choking cries as Hannibal pounded
into him, was Hannibal to go full crazy on him and beat him to within an inch
of his life, or at least just enough so that he is in a reasonably presentable
manner when his grandparents return but no other rules applying.
Hannibal had been reluctant, the chance of losing control over Will an actual
possibility and of more importance to Hannibal rather than as to what excuse he
would give to the grandparents. Hannibal managed to divert Will with some
splendidly gagging face fucking and switch to the back and some well placed
fiery lines on the ass by Hannibal’s leather belt. But now, as Will attempted
to push back onto Hannibal, moaning in pain and his hand shaking enough that
Hannibal feared he would fall face down onto his body, Hannibal had to simply
give in.
He gave another push to Will’s chest and while he was adjusting, Hannibal gave
him one hard slap to his face. The force of it shoved Will to the side and his
head side and back so that he was almost about to fall on his back between
Hannibal’s open legs. Hannibal half got up suddenly and pulled Will back and
then gave him two more teeth rattling slaps, one after another in quick
succession. After the third slap, Will’s mouth was bloody and it kept dripping
down in red lines, possibly from a broken tooth, his eyes crying with tears
mixing in with his blood and a few moans as Hannibal’s movement moved his cock
deeper inside Will.
Hannibal then suddenly picked up Will bodily off his own body and practically
threw him on the other side of the bed with a thump. Will fell down and went to
cradle himself but then Hannibal was already on him. He was biting Will on his
neck, hard enough to draw blood and scar the flesh and Will just turned his
neck to give Hannibal better access. Hannibal pulled out the drawer of the
small table that was near him and pulled out the gel lube, which was not as
slippery and made hard fucking still hard and proceeded to bath Will’s hole
with it.
After he was satisfied that he had given Will enough prep, which just amounted
to Hannibal sweeping three fingers harshly into Will’s asshole and push in an
adequate amount of lube and just pushed in and in, bottoming out with a rough
exhale. Will screams at the sudden intrusion and instinctively fights Hannibal
for that. In return Hannibal just swipes his teeth through Will’s collarbone
and Will stops fighting, still shuddering and shaking. He is still crying,
tears flowing relentlessly and Hannibal smiles at Will when he hears Will
mumble repeatedly, “More, Hanni, more...”
After that, Hannibal pounds Will for almost half an hour, his hole going sore
and then numb, while Hannibal keeps squeezing and pulling Will’s balls every
time he is about to come before clamping onto the base of his cock. Will howls
after the 30 minutes, and Hannibal just seems to be in an inhuman frenzy. He is
still biting Will, deep and hard enough to send the blood gushing over his
chest pulls his nipples with his teeth and bites them raw. Hannibal increases
his pace even more if possible and four or five thrust in, he comes in Will,
his asshole absolutely red as well as his cock.
Will is trying to rut against Hannibal when Hannibal shoves in a big plug into
his ass to keep his come inside Will, and good thing too for Will’s asshole was
gaping and looking totally wrecked. Will, crying, face a mess pulled at
Hannibal, so Hannibal got off him and started pulling his cock in rough tugs.
Will comes after a slap to his balls. He thrashes on the bed, his mouth still
bleeding, his nails putting gouges on Hannibal’s arms and Hannibal could not be
prouder of his beautiful boy. He is such a beautiful and dirty mess and all
mine, Hannibal thinks happily as he gathers the tired boy into his arms and
tucks him to his side.
After Will calms down completely, Hannibal leaves him to get Will a glass of
juice as well as a water bottle. He then goes into the bathroom and returns
with a wet towel and his medical kit. Some of the bites had been very deep to
not scar. He puts everything within reach, cleans up Will and pulls him onto a
part of the bed that is not wet from their bodily fluids. He rocks him a bit,
runs his hand through Will’s still very sweaty hair before picking up another
dry towel he had brought along just for that and starts drying his head. Will
nuzzles back into him.
By the time Will’s grandparents return, they have three more episodes or rather
sessions like that. One of them ends with Will breaking one of his ribs, scars
littering his body, two teeth needing reattachment, many, many stitches, lots
of pain meds and makeup that Hannibal procures enough of both to impress Will a
bit. After they are back, Will is still horny and masochistic and Hannibal is
still a sadist bastard, but they make do. However, the thing that makes up for
the less intensity of their later sessions is the gift Hannibal gets Will.
“I believe he is the one who is responsible for the jacked up mortgage on your
grandparents’ home. Works for the bank rather for the people who hire him. Not
that any of those points make him stand out for me, for it is a dog eat dog
world out there, he has been very, very rude the few times I accompanied your
grandfather to the office, making comments that had no bearing on the matter at
hand. How despicable,” Hannibal mutters.
The man, gagged, bleeding from a wound on his forehead sluggishly, eyes wide
open in fright looks from Hannibal ,who is sitting on a tree stump with his
best leather jacket on. Next to him with a baseball bat stands Will, Will
Graham, the man recognises, the teenager who sometimes came with one of his
clients. The man looks on in horror as Will swings the bat this way and that
and lets Hannibal, who stands up, bite Will’s neck hard enough to break surface
and Will just pulls on Hannibal’s hair for more.
The man hears Will say, “This is going to be so much fun,” before he steps
forward and swings his bat once again, connecting it with the man’s head this
time. Will lets go completely, so that by the time Hannibal pulls him back to
the present, the bat had broken off into pieces, the man’s head had
disintegrated into a lumpy mush from jaw up and Will is entirely covered in the
man’s blood. Will licks at his lips which are sticky with the same blood, and
turns to Hannibal with pride.
Hannibal is looking down at the dead man, a hungry look on his face. When Will
steps towards Hannibal, Hannibal looks to Will and says, “Remember the time we
first met?”
It doesn’t take Will much to make the connection. He gives a smile, reminiscent
of the smile he had given with his bloody mouth when he had mounted Hannibal
while still asleep and Hannibal punished him just like Will wanted him to, and
says, “Ah, I did say I wouldn’t mind having some more.”
Hannibal smiles back at him, takes out his switch blade, which is not really
ideal for gutting or cutting flesh, but works with it enough and carves out a
few good sized steaks from the man’s thighs, shoulders and back. After they do
that, they bury the body deep in the woods, deep in the ground. That night,
Hannibal offers to make the dinner for Will’s grandparents, telling them about
this bunch of good and fresh pork cuts he got off a buddy of his at a good
discount and when Hannibal sees Will eat the meat with relish, he runs his foot
over Will’s legs and pushes into his cock.
Will gets hard immediately and that night, as they burn off all the clothes of
the man Will had just killed, as well as their own clothes that had gotten
soaked with blood, Hannibal’s precious leather jacket included, Will rides
Hannibal and crows loudly when he comes, dizzy with elation at what he managed
to do. Both kiss fiercely, Hannibal putting pressure on Will’s throat till he
is struggling to pull in air, and both promise to run the trees in the forest
that they met in red with blood.
Within the next two years, 27 disappearances are linked to that area and no one
ever sees those people again. Will’s grandmother expresses fear over this
alarming news, but Will just hushes her saying that it is all a lie. Of course
he would know. Hannibal and Will had killed more than 40 people there, and they
are only getting started.
End Notes
     Third part should be up tomorrow or day after tomorrow, just def
     before xmas. thank you for reading. Please leave kudos and comments
     on how you likes it Thanks. Unbetaed.
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