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Light tries so hard to position himself as God but time and time again he is only ever able to be Judas

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Luc-Olivier Merson Detail from The Martyr, St. Edmund (1874)

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‘Sex Therapy’

(Cw// smut)

"Now, Will," Hannibal clicks his pen before fixing his gaze to his patient "How has been your sex life been of late?"

Will shifts awkwardly in his seat, his eyes darting all over the room for exits. "I thought we were here to delve into my mind, not my bedroom."

"The mind and the bedroom are often intertwined. It's in these moments of vulnerability that we truly reveal our deepest desires and fears. So, indulge me. Have you been finding any...connections?"

"It's been rather....vacant." Will runs a hand back through his curls, allowing the light to cast over his eyes. Uncomfortable, and targeted straight at the floor.

"By choice, or by the impairment of your job?" A question that caused Will's eyes to rise back to Hannibal's. "It could be a powerful remedy for the toll your work takes on your psyche."

"I don't have have the capacity to love a partner, not right now." Will adverts his eyes back down, allowing the curls to fall once more.

Hannibal leans back, steepling his fingers. "One can indulge in physical intimacy without being ensnared in the labyrinth of love. A symphony isn't always a love song; rather just a harmonious arrangement of notes. Have you considered looking for partners to play these melodies with?"

Will crossed his arms, a barrier against the vulnerability he felt in that moment. Several seconds of silence pass, the sound of Hannibal's grandfather clock filling in the unspoken words.

"A fuck buddy?" Will finally murmured out, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, eyebrows raised.

"If that's what you choose, there's many online websites-"

"I'm not sleeping with random strangers, Dr. Lecter." Will abruptly cut off Hannibal, now making stern eye contact.

"Well," Hannibal slowly introduces his words, warning Will of his rudeness. "On the other hand, I am willing to try sex therapy with you, if you believe you will benefit."

Will gawks slightly, leaning forward. "You mean, me and you? Having sex?"

Hannibal nods as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world. A psychiatrist having sex with his patient. 

"I don't know...I've never done anything with a guy..." Will begins to trail off, picking at his finger nails, a nervous habit that betrayed his attempts to appear collected.

As Hannibal stands up, Will holds his breath. The reality of the moment eludes his comprehension, and, more astonishingly, he finds himself fully reveling in it.

Will could feel his dick hardening as he gazes down at his psychiatrist, who is now on his knees before him. Hannibal places a hand on Will's thigh with enough pressure to elicit a gasp.

"Is this alright, Will?" The older man asks, sure to gather Will's full consent.

He nods vigorously, tongue swiping between his lips, mentally cursing at himself for going for the tighter jeans in his collection today.

Hannibal's face takes on an amused grin as he begins to work on Will's belt, deliberately savoring each moment. Will's dick twitches with every brush of Hannibal's hand over the fabric.

Will shifts his hips slightly forward, giving Hannibal better access. "Please, Hannibal." he mumbles as his head tilts back slightly, still sure to keep his eyes on the doctor.

Hannibal finally releases Will into his hand, giving him soft strokes. He takes his thumb over the slit, smearing the precum that was beginning to leak. He lifts the thumb to his lips, taking in a taste of Will.

In the brief second Will took to close his eyes, Hannibal's lips was already around his dick.

Hannibal takes the time to move his tongue around Will's tip as his mouth takes in all of Will's length.

Will clenches a fistful of Hannibal's hair, swaying his hips into  his mouth. His eyes shut, savoring the subtle sound of Hannibal's suppressed gagging. Incoherent utterances spill from his lips, the sheer ecstasy of Hannibal's mouth around him causing his cognitive to fail.

Hannibal reaches down to rub himself off, his moans vibrating down Will's dick, drool piling slightly at his lips.

Every nerve seemed to ignite with an electric fervor in Will, the once laxed boy now full-throttle face-fucking his psychiatrist. Hannibal lets go of himself to grip onto Will's thighs for stability, feeling the involuntary tears prick his eyes.

"Fuck, this is so good," Will groans out, oblivious to his noise volume. He grips Hannibal's hair tighter, pushing his dick down his throat rapidly as he nears his end. "I'm gonna come, Hannibal."

As the culmination of sensations built within him, Hannibal uncontrollably sobbing on his dick, a shudder coursed through his body. His warm seed leaking down the back of Hannibal's throat before a quick swallow.

Hannibal licks Will clean as he plants small kisses on his tip, each one causing another jolt in Will's muscles.

Will sulks back in the chair, recovering from his euphoria. A 'thank you' dances around his mind, but never quite comes out.

Hannibal brushes his knees as stands, taking his handkerchief to dry his eyes. "So?"

Will gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent affirmation that spoke volumes.

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‘Hannibal’s Basement’

(Cw//smut, blood, dead body)

Hannibal Lecter's basement always had a rather strong sterile smell, a familiar smell to Will Graham that was reminiscent of the doctors. He was never too fond of the doctors, the poking and prodding and what-not. And he in fact is also not too fond of Hannibal's basement.

Though masked with the scent of bleach from Hannibal's salient need to keep the place clean, the smell of macabre and gore always hits Will's nose eventually.

A fresh body lays promptly on a metal table, similar to the ones in the crime lab. The corpse is flushed of any color it once had, internal organs free from any beginnings of decay. It's ideal meat to Hannibal Lecter and whatever dog he had made of Will Graham.

"The scalpel," Hannibal directs Will, standing behind him as he begins pressing his hips to be aligned against Will's "To your left."

Will reaches to grab the tool, patiently hovering it over the sternum on the body. "Now, you see where the man's sternal head ends?" Hannibal purrs the question in Will's ear, echoing to tone something of a teacher.

Will simply nods in response as he is guided through the long incision in the man from the chest to core. Will stares at his work momentarily before leaning back some of his weight against Hannibal, noticing a slight hitch in his breath from the pressure against his groin. This amused Will, how easy he could get Hannibal bothered just by simple acts of submission. He was happy to play along with Hannibal's twisted desires.

"And what now, Dr. Lecter?" he slows his talking pace down in hopes of getting a reaction. A wish granted when he feels Hannibal's hard-on against his ass.

"Please.. please remove the kidneys, they are below the ribcage, either side of the spine." This was the first time Will heard Hannibal choke on his own words.

Will reaches in the body, searching for Hannibal's desired organ. Hannibal peers over Will's shoulder to get a better look, discovering the sight of the man's blood now leaching down Will's arms. Hannibal shutters at the arousing sight and snakes his around Will's waist.

Will places the kidneys on the small metal tray beside the body, as Hannibal's hands roam freely over his thighs. Will reaches back in to harvest more from the corpse, and Hannibal finally defaults his hands to Will's hardening dick, rubbing him through his casual jeans.

Will removes his hands from the wound as he leans back his head slightly onto Hannibal's shoulder, releasing a pleasure filled moan. Hannibal takes this chance to quickly unbuckle Will's belt, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor.

Will inhales as he feels Hannibal's soft hand around his dick. The air no longer smelt of blood and chemicals, but rather the lust emanating from their bodies. Will tries to keep his focus on the original task at hand, but his mind is overcome with the ecstasy of Hannibal Lecter's touch.

Hannibal starts slow at Will's base before getting bored himself and picking up the pace. He takes every bit of Will into his hand, jerking him rapidly as he gives himself small friction from Will's ass. He whispers sweet appraisals in Will's ear, encouraging just how good he's doing. He nips at his earlobe, earning small whimpers from the trembling boy in his arms.

"I'm gonna..." Will starts to trail off feeling the familiar heat in his core, his vision blurring slightly, before Hannibal stops abruptly.

"Not yet, Will." Hannibal removes his hand from Will's dick, smirking at the sound of Will's disappointed moan. Will had forgotten how cruel he could be.

Will releases some of his weight off of Hannibal as the doctor licks his fingers. "Bend over."

Will bends over uncomfortably close to the corpse, but he doesn't mind. His bloody gloved hands clench onto the sides of the table, anticipating Hannibal's next move.

Surely not disaponted by it, Will feels Hannibal stick a finger in him. At first one, then two, then fucked him with all three. He cries out in pleasure as Hannibal's long fingers begin gracing his prostate. That is until the sudden insert of Hannibal's dick in him. He fills Will and then some.

"Fuck!" Will cries out, no longer mindful of his noise volume. The feeling of Hannibal inside him was enough to make him loose all reality.

Hannibal pulls Will up from the table by his unruly head of curly hair before continuing spitting out what a good boy he is. He sinks his teeth in Will's back, drawing a bit of blood. He licks the small wound clean as he contuines fucking him hard.

Once the perfect path was found, Hannibal contuinsly hits Will's prostate, nearing the whimping boy as well as himself. He grabs Will's dick once more and with only two pumps he was finished. Will nearly collapses back on Hannibal as he reached his peak.

At the sight of this, Hannibal rapidly thrusts into Will, whose still shaking, and rides out his orgasm.

"Thank you, Hannibal." Will pants out, turning to face the man. Hannibal weakly smiles at him, drawing him into a passionate kiss.

He walks over and collects the metal tray. "I'll get started on dinner then, hm?"

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