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The first time he met Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham was sweating profusely. He had to conduct an informal interview for his college course on criminal psychology, and his choice to interview Dr. Lecter had much less to do with proximity than with the intellectual crush of sorts that Will found he had after reading Dr. Lecter's research at length. Waiting for their appointment in an impressively furnished waiting room, he had a million worries running through his head. He wasn't terribly worried about the interview process itself – he was familiar with the material and had planned very carefully – but he was much more concerned about what Dr. Lecter would think when they met. Will was not only an omega, which already presented an obstacle in being taken seriously, but he was younger than any other student in his year, and looked even younger. He wore thick-framed glasses to try to add some kind of weight to his face, but they did little to distract from his boyish face and complete lack of facial hair. He tried to keep his curly hair cropped short, but the ringlets grew fast and unruly. He was afraid Dr. Lecter would only see a blabbering omega teen and feel like he was wasting his time.
When the door to the office opened, Will leapt to his feet immediately, awkwardly fumbling with his notebook and nearly dropping his pen. Dr. Lecter stood in the doorway, smiling politely. “You must be Will Graham.”
Will's throat tightened. The man was tall and poised with high, sharp cheekbones, and he carried with him unmistakable scent of an alpha. Will knew this had been a possibility, but still, he would have found Dr. Lecter slightly less terrifying if he had been a beta.
“Yes, sir.” His voice cracked slightly. “Dr. Lecter. Thank you so much for letting me speak with you today.” He could feel the man's eyes running over him, and he blushed. Anticipating an invasive question about his age, he rushed to say, “I'm 18. In my junior year, I just started early.”
“An impressive accomplishment to be sure, but your age is irrelevant to our conversation. I'm always happy to speak with a bright young student, and I'm very pleased to meet you.” They shook hands. Dr. Lecter was still smiling and he sounded genuine. Will's anxiety started to ebb, very slightly. “Now please. Come in, and tell me more about the project you're working on.”
As Will was ushered into the office, he could have sworn Dr. Lecter leaned in slightly, as if to better smell him. He forced himself to accept that he was just imagining the nagging feeling of being scrutinized from head to toe. It was just nerves.
–
Not only did the interview go wonderfully, but Dr. Lecter seemed to take a personal interest in Will's thoughts, and invited the student to return again for further conversation, saying he found him to be “uniquely perceptive.” Not long after, he also suggested that being on first-name terms would alleviate some of the discomfort that Will felt when speaking to an alpha. Will found this to be true, noticing a distinct shift in their conversations once he started referring to him as Hannibal. Any sense of distrust he had dropped away, leaving just a mild suspicion that he was being humored slightly, as he found it unlikely that a man of Hannibal's intelligence and experience could be that interested in the thoughts of someone so young. Still, it was nice. Hannibal was eloquent and erudite to the point where it sometimes made his head spin, but he was also kind and patient. He never gave any backhanded compliments about how Will was smart for an omega, or how he was surprised an omega was capable of the level of initiative that Will displayed in his work. He even started inviting Will to dinner after finding out Will parents were both dead and he lived alone. Will had gotten an excellent scholarship, but he was still working a job on top of being a full-time student, and he admitted that nine times out of ten he'd go home too exhausted for anything but a bowl of cereal or instant ramen. Hannibal found this unacceptable, insisting that it was deeply unhealthy and detrimental to Will's adolescent brain.
It was after one of their dinners one Friday night that everything changed. As usual, they had gradually moved from a more academic conversation to a personal one, and by the time it was time to clear the table and do dishes, they were on the topic of mates.
Will expressed surprise when Hannibal revealed that it had been a long while since he had dated anyone seriously. Truth be told, Will had thought when they first met that he would already have a mate, and he said so. He added, “I would have thought a lot of omegas would be interested in being your mate.”
“There has been no lack of them. However, I must confess that I find most omegas uninteresting.” He paused. “You being an exception.”
Will blushed and mumbled his thanks, but he wasn't quite sure how to take this. “I'm not that remarkable.”
Hannibal raised an eyebrow. “You are on track to finish college before you turn 20.”
“I'm smart. That doesn't make me interesting. I've met way too many people who are smart but boring.”
“Nevertheless, you are reaching this goal without any parental pressure or guidance. You are determined, resilient, and fiercely independent. I've met omegas with these qualities, yet they are usually furthermore rude and predictably confrontational. You at least attempt to maintain a certain level of politeness. And I can never entirely predict you, Will.”
Will wasn't sure what to say to this. He avoided eye contact and brushed an unruly curl of hair behind his ear. “Shame about the age gap, then. Sounds like your ideal partner, otherwise.” He's joking. Probably.
Hannibal gave a small smile, and tilted his head slightly. “Is the issue of an age gap due to social stigma associated with such a large difference in age between a mated pair, or due to your own beliefs on the subject?”
Strange question. “I don't really have an opinion on it. Or on mates, in general. It's not something I usually think about.”
“You don't imagine a mate for yourself in the future?”
Will busied himself with drying dishes. He wasn't comfortable with this topic. “School is the most important thing for me right now. I'm busy enough with studying, and working. I can't deal with anything like that right now, or really any distractions. And then there's grad school. Even after I graduate...” He hesitated. “It's, uh. It's hard to imagine someone who I could trust in that way. And would be okay with me, the way I am. You know.”
“You feel like you would be an undesirable mate?”
“Like you said. I'm independent. Not a very desirable trait in an omega, for most people. Plus... the way my mind works, it makes most people uncomfortable.”
“The darkness that your empathy brings you uncomfortably close to.”
“Yeah. And I already have difficulty feeling like I'm completely stable. Ending up at the mercy of my own omega hormones would compromise what sense of stability I have. I don't want that."
“Many would argue the strength of omega hormones would neutralize any discomfort from their influence.”
Will frowned. “They probably would. But it would still require vulnerability.” He leaned back against the counter, setting a dish to the side. “My empathy, like you said, brings me close enough to darkness that I understand, the kind of people who exist in the world, and how their minds work. Not just see it, but feel it. And it makes it hard to trust anyone. There are very few people who I'm willing to be vulnerable with.”
Will was suddenly aware that Hannibal had gotten closer to him, his hand on the counter beside him. “Am I one of them?”
Will was about to say that he at the very least trusted Hannibal more than most alphas, when he looked up to meet Hannibal's eyes, so closely fixed on his own. Suddenly, he felt dread rising up like bile in his throat. “You're not asking as a friend, are you?” His heart beat rapidly, but he kept his voice quiet and steady. “You're evaluating a potential mate.”
Hannibal smiled softly. “I evaluated you as a potential mate the first time we met. Since then it has merely been a preamble to the heart of our relationship.”
Will was feeling a lot of things right now, including a nagging sense of betrayal, but he couldn't put any of that in words. “I... I thought you were my friend. I thought you respected me.”
“I am your friend. And I do respect you.”
Will shook his head, sharply. “If you respected me, really respected me, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You'd have backed down once you knew I didn't want a mate in my life now, at all. And you've known that for a long time. I know you have. This was just... a formality.”
“A courtesy. A chance for you to articulate your feelings at this moment in time.”
“You could have waited. If you had waited...”
“You could easily wait, Will, but I am not a young man.”
“No, you're old enough to be my father.” Several years older, in fact. He was nearly 50.
“Do you find me unattractive, then?”
Will blushed and turned his eyes away “I find this unattractive. And insulting.”
“How so?” Hannibal's voice was firm. “You have just acknowledged that you have difficulty imagining a mate who would accept you as you are. Yet here I am. I see you, and I accept you. I accept your nature, and the darkness within you. I am not disturbed, but enraptured. I am fully able to provide for a mate. I offer you a comfortable life, a stable life, one that will allow you to thrive. How is that an insult?”
“What is insulting is that you think I should put my life on hold, everything I've worked for, so I can be some kind of … young trophy husband for you. Because that's what you're asking, isn't it? You're not asking if I'm interested in a relationship with you, you're asking me to be your bonded mate.”
“I'm not asking, Will.”
The dangerous tone of this remark set off a million alarm bells in his head. “If you think I'm going to just go along with your plan for me, you're wrong. I don't need your concept of respect. I'm sorry I ever wasted my time with you.”
He turned on his heel, intending to leave as quickly as possible.
He'd barely taken two steps to the door when he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck.
That was the last thing he remembered.
–
Will wasn't sure when exactly he regained consciousness. He felt warmth from his body against a soft surface, and silk against his fingers when he tried to move his weak hands. Awareness returned slowly. His mouth was dry, and his head was heavy and woozy. There was warmth against his face too, a slow moving pressure that he realized was a caressing hand.
Opening his eyes, the room was a blur. He saw Hannibal's face above him, coming in and out of focus. It was his hand that was moving through his hair, thumb stroking along Will's jaw.
“You drugged me,” Will whispered. He was too foggy still to feel the emotional weight of this.
“I suspected you would be resistant when we arrived at the topic of mating. And I understand your hesitation, Will. Your mind is still very young, but so beautiful, all the potential to be had in the world. Tying yourself down to just any alpha would be a travesty. But I assure you, I am not like any other alpha you are likely to meet.”
The words filtered through Will's brain and barely managed to make sense to his muddled brain. He realized he was not bound in any way, and this seemed strange.
“Why did you even bother drugging me?”
“Though it has fallen out of favor in modern times, it is traditional for omegas to undergo a physical inspection prior to being taken as a bonded mate. I wished to verify certain information, and it was easier on both of us if I did so while you were unconscious.”
“You...” Will's mind sped up. Suddenly he realized what Hannibal meant, and flushed deeply, eyes squeezing shut as if it could make him disappear. The humiliation made him want to dig a hole straight through the bed and hide forever. “You wanted to know if I was still a virgin.”
The corners of Hannibal's lips twitched slightly in acknowledgment. Will could only imagine the satisfaction on Hannibal's face when he confirmed he was completely intact. As if there was a chance that he had any previous sexual contact. Besides Hannibal, he was about as socially isolated as you could get.
Now that Will's mind was working again, he easily figured out the rest of the puzzle. “And you redressed me and left me unbound so I'd know you didn't doubt your ability to have your way with me regardless.” Somehow, the fact that Hannibal had this level of confidence was more frightening to Will than if he'd taken precautions like binding him.
“You're a clever boy. That's one of the reasons that I knew, the first time we met, that you would be the perfect mate for me. Your intellect is sufficient so as to not insult my own.”
Will was silent. He tried to assess his surroundings without making it too obvious he was looking for an escape route.
“Of course,” Hannibal continued, “if you had simply accepted the inevitable, you wouldn't be in this position. I would have preferred a long and romantic courtship, wouldn't you? I could have spent many long nights with you. Shown you beautiful sights, expanded your palate. You would have fallen in love with me as I have fallen in love with you.”
Will's head finally stopped spinning enough that he was able to struggle into a sitting position, and Hannibal let him. “Maybe we should go back and start from there, then.”
Hannibal sighed, almost imperceptibly. “I sincerely wish we could. But I'm afraid I can't risk you leaving me before we have sealed our bond. Romance will have to come after the fact.”
“So instead you're planning to rape me and force the bond.”
“It's crude, I admit.”
“That's a real understatement.”
“It doesn't have to be unpleasant, Will. If you submit yourself to me and allow my alpha pheromones to wash over you, I promise you will enjoy it.”
Will could smell Hannibal's pheromones already, as close as they were and with mating now very much on Hannibal's mind. The scent was thick, musky, masculine, with an unmistakable tang of arousal. He could feel himself responding to it. His defiance was slipping away and being replaced by a sparse but growing fog of desire to submit.
Before he lost himself to this desire, he gathered all the defiance he had left to spit out, “Fuck you,” before launching himself from the bed, sprinting clumsily to the door and barely getting it opened and closing behind him before Hannibal was there. Adrenaline helped him speed down the darkened stairs faster than he thought possible. Hannibal's footsteps were fast and close behind.
He made it to the bottom of the stairs, the next door in his sights, and was halfway there when he tripped on a rug laid on the hardwood and staggered forward. He barely had a flicker of hope that he could regain his pace, when Hannibal slammed into him with all the strength of a fully grown and furious alpha. Will found himself slammed face-first against the wall, dazed and tasting blood. He felt Hannibal's weight heavy against him, one hand clenching his hair and the other twisting his arm. Will went completely limp, involuntarily letting out a whine that he was horrified to hear coming from his own mouth.
“You are going to be my mate,” Hannibal said in a low, threatening voice, mouth at Will's ear. “You are going to submit yourself to me and I am going to fuck you, I am going to knot you, and I am going to claim you as mine. You will not resist this, do you understand?”
“I understand” Will whispered, stuttering slightly. The last of his will to resist went out the door as soon as Hannibal said 'fuck,' the word sounding impossibly filthy in his mouth. Will realized his own arousal at this point.
And Hannibal knew it. Will could hear his sharp intake of breath through his nose, could feel his hardness pressing against Will's ass where, god help him, he could felt himself getting slick, despite his slight panicked tremors. He was stuck in limbo between pure fear and animal arousal, and he needed it to stop.
“Hannibal.” He closed his eyes tightly. “Please. Do it.”
He half-expected Hannibal to pull his pants down right there and fuck him against the wall, but instead he found himself carried up the stairs and thrown onto Hannibal's silken sheets. There was a bit of blood on Will's lips still from where he bit himself when he'd been thrown against the wall, and Hannibal noticed immediately and began to lick off the blood, tongue following the contours of Will's lips and delving into his mouth, turning it into a deep kiss. Despite himself, Will moaned. In the back of his mind, he remembered something about how alpha saliva could trigger physical arousal in compatible omegas, and was fairly certain that's what was happening here, because he was suddenly very, very hard, and embarrassingly slick. He wanted this.
Hannibal's hands moved down Will's shirt as they kissed, unbuttoning it and ripping it off without ceremony. He broke the kiss, eyes running over the boy's entire body as he appreciated this youthful beauty. Thin, lightly muscled, a nearly hairless chest that was covered with a slight sheen from sweat, rising and falling rapidly. Will's skin was pale against the dark sheets, lips bruised by kissing, eyes dilated behind thick lashes, and pants noticeably tented.
“You are stunning, Will,” Hannibal murmured, as he leaned down to kiss Will's neck. “And all of this...” he kissed down to Will's collar bone, to his chest, a hand rubbing Will's erection through his pants. “Every inch of this flesh will be mine.” His tongue ran lightly across soft skin and breath ghosted over Will's nipples, making the boy's entire body jerk. Hannibal kissed down Will's stomach and removed his pants and underwear, revealing the aching hardness of his cock, and the suddenly much stronger musky odor of his arousal.
As Hannibal's nose flared with the intake of this scent, something changed in his face. When he looked up Will's body and into his eyes, Will saw a mind-numbing current of possessiveness passing through his features, so strong that it took his breath away.
Suddenly, Hannibal's mouth was on his again, lips and tongues pressing forcefully, biting Will's lip hard enough to make him gasp. At some point Hannibal's clothes must have come off, because all Will knew was suddenly every trace of fabric was gone from the equation and it was just flesh on flesh, their chests flush against each other and raw hardness pressing against his stomach, against his cock. The friction took his breath away, and he was so far gone that he barely noticed Hannibal's teeth on his shoulder, until they clamped down so hard that he audibly yelped. Sharp pain, then the hard throbbing of a bruise, all soothed by a swelling of endorphins that made Will feel lightheaded.
Hannibal licked gently at the bloodless wound. “That is deep enough for you to feel the impending bond, is it not?”
Will felt himself falling deeper into submission. The wash of endorphins, the taste of an alpha in his mouth, the powerful muscles that kept him helpless below their weight. He was not just resigned, but enraptured, overcome by a primal desire to be taken by this man, a need for it. “Yes,” he managed to say. He felt it.
Hannibal smiled again, satisfied. “Good boy.”
And again, he suddenly moved with such speed that Will was barely able to process what was happening until he was on his stomach with Hannibal's hands moving over his entire body, in his hair, on his hips, his ass. The alpha's hands were firm and controlling, and Will felt himself yielding easily, letting his thighs be spread and his ass lifted up. He was displayed to the alpha, completely exposed and feeling so vulnerable that it was tangible.
One finger teased around the rim of his ass before entering and he gasped and arched into the sensation, strange but good, so very good. A second finger entered, scissoring him open, and though he could feel the tightness of muscle clenching around the fingers, he felt desperately empty. As the fingers stretched him wide, he let out a low whine. He needed something more, something deeper. He tried to push himself further onto Hannibal's fingers, whining again with frustration when he couldn't. He was distantly aware that he was being pitifully needy, exactly the kind of omega he usually had contempt for, and that Hannibal must be disgustingly pleased with himself for making him this way, turning an upstanding student into a wanton slut. Then Hannibal's slick-damp hand went to the back of Will's neck, pressing his face firmly against the mattress as a hard cock pressed against his entrance, and all thoughts flickered out from his mind.
“Do you want this, Will?” The question sounded as if it came from very far away, barely heard through the blood pounding in Will's ears and the tangible rush of omegan hormones. The scent of Will's own slick filled his nostrils, thick, melding with alpha pheromones in such a filthy way that it made his cock twitch.
Will, panting with the effort of submitting and not just grinding himself back on Hannibal's cock, could only respond with a strangled noise.
“I know you want this, and need this. Need to be mated and claimed as mine.” Hannibal's voice was low and unsteady, a hair's breadth from being a growl, as if he too was nearly ready to come apart at the seams. “We will always remember this.”
Hannibal pushed his cock in, slowly, and despite Will's arousal and his ecstasy at being filled, he felt a burning pain as he was taken and inadvertently clenched around the intrusion. He made quiet, indecipherable noises, unsure whether he was feeling more pain or pleasure. Hannibal's cock seemed impossibly big. He gradually fucked deeper as the boy's tight hole stretched wide to accommodate him, filling him more and more until his cock was completely buried in his ass. Will moaned loudly, this time clearly in pleasure. He felt so stretched and full, so right with Hannibal deep inside him. His head was buzzing. Hannibal's fingers ran through his hair, caressing him, before starting to fuck in and out of Will, slowly at first. Will was putty in his hands, melting at every touch. Gasping, sweaty, glossy eyed, making small noises with every deliberate thrust that put breath-taking pressure on just the right spot inside him. His young body seemed small and fragile beneath the older, virulent alpha, even at this pace. And it wasn't long before that pace changed. They both knew the bond wouldn't be finalized until they were knotted, and there wasn't an alpha alive who wouldn't rush towards that finish line once they were deep inside their mate-to-be.
Hannibal's thrusts became rougher and faster, until he was plowing into Will with abandon, treating him as roughly as a rag doll. Will swore and clutched the sheets beneath him. If Will felt like he was melting before, he now felt like he was on the brink of shattering. Hannibal kept him pinned tightly against the mattress as he fucked him so hard he could barely stand it. His entire world shrunk to just the sensation, the in-and-out friction that set his nerves alight and the intermittent jolt of pleasure when Hannibal hit the right spot. He felt intense pressure building inside, no time to collect himself in the rush of constant stimulation and the deep, dark currents of pleasure he felt from being used like this. Will didn't know how long this went on, the overwhelming waves of sensation and noises coming from his own mouth, but he was suddenly aware of being stretched even wider than before. As Hannibal thrust in particularly deep, Will realized it was the alpha's knot that was swelling and stretching him. And at that realization, he whimpered and came hard, cock jerking beneath him.
Hannibal gasped as Will's muscles clenched around him, knot still swelling and causing more and more friction, forcing the pace to slow as used more and more force. Finally, firmly gripping Will's slim hips, he thrust in a final time, knot so large that it stretched Will painfully wide as it entered his body. Will moaned in a blur of pain and pleasure as he clawed at the sheets, and Hannibal growled “mine ” with dark satisfaction as he fully claimed his mate, knot heavy inside Will. He felt the alpha's release within him just as he heard a low grunt and felt the alpha's teeth sinking deep into the nape of his neck. He gasped and felt a flood of hormones that left him weak and breathless, momentarily blind and feeling like he was floating, only anchored by the warmth of Hannibal's body. A small bit of blood surfaced from this bite, and Hannibal lapped it up gently, making shivers run down Will's spine. Hannibal turned them both on their sides, still knotted deep inside Will, and, tilting Will's jaw towards him, leaned over to kiss him deeply. Will could taste his own blood salty on Hannibal's tongue, tasted the alpha's lingering arousal and strong possessive instinct towards Will in this moment, tasted his alpha, his mate. His mind was numbed by the hormones coursing through him, omegan hormones that cemented their bond and created an intense feeling of love. All of him was tingling, hypersensitive to every touch, to the heat of Hannibal's body curled against every inch of Will's back and the arm that wrapped around him and the fingers on his jaw, running down his neck now and resting on his collarbone as Hannibal broke the kiss.
“My dear boy.” Hannibal's voice was thick and husky, and his breath fell over Will's ear. Will shivered, and they lay for a while in silence, tightly entwined in the warmth of each other.
Will was still foggy and full of bonding hormones, but they were settling down, and he was becoming more aware of the events that had led him here. Hesitantly, softly, he said, “You're a real bastard. I didn't want this.”
“Language, Will.” Hannibal shifted his hips just enough that Will felt the movement inside him, a slight tug from the knot creating a spark of pleasure and reminding him that they were knotted, mated. Will closed his eyes as Hannibal spoke quietly. “The circumstances that brought us to this moment are merely in the shadow of the current moment in which we are mated. And if you'll remember, you ultimately consented.”
“I didn't have any choice. I didn't have any choice in feeling pleasure and I don't have any choice in loving you now.” His voice was still soft. There was no anger, just a statement of fact.
“One never has a choice with regard to falling in love.” Hannibal ran his fingers through Will's curls. Then, “What matters is what you are feeling now. And that is a lasting bond. Love.”
Will didn't feel any desire to defy Hannibal. His desire was binding him to the man, making him want to fall asleep in his mate's arms, knotted, and to wake up still in his embrace, feeling safe and loved. But he knew consciously that Hannibal's actions were wrong, and he felt an obligation to his usual self to say something defiant in response. With absolutely no conviction, he said, “I could run away. Far from you, far from your love. We'd see how lasting it is then.”
Hannibal must have known there was no weight to this threat, but he still snarled, grabbing a fist of hair and yanking Will's head back hard enough that Will cried out.
“You will not speak to me this way, and you will never separate from me. You know full well that this bond is deep, and unbreakable. I am willing to act with lenience towards many of your behaviors, I accepted them as the inevitable reality of taking a teenager as my mate. But you are to never forget that you are my mate forever. I claimed you. You are mine.” Hannibal growled this last word and all of Will's blood rushed downward. He was hard again. Hannibal pretended not to notice. “I will not tolerate you treating me with disrespect, as if I am disposable. If you do, I will not hesitate to punish you accordingly. Publicly, if ever necessary.”
These possessive words, and the thought of Hannibal publicly disciplining him, delivered a punch of fear and arousal that took his breath away. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. He felt his eyes stinging as he fought back tears from fear. It was a natural reaction to an angry alpha mate, but one that he really wished he wasn't experiencing now. Natural reaction number two was the painful throbbing of his cock, and even higher on his list of things he wished his body wouldn't do in this situation. He felt humiliated. Hurt and angrily reprimanded with acute possessiveness, and his reaction was to get hard.
Hannibal touched Will's erection very lightly. “Would you like me to do something about this, or would you prefer to insult me further?”
Will shook his head. “Please...”
“I'm afraid I don't understand you, Will, you'll have to speak more clearly.”
“Please don't.” He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but he knew either way would just reinforce the power Hannibal had over him.
Hannibal's hand clenched tighter in Will's hair, pulling painfully at the roots. “Speak clearly. Are you going argue with me, or will you admit that you are aroused by me?” His hand closed over Will's cock, not putting any pressure on it, just resting there.
Will tried to buck his hips, betraying his desire, but the knot made this too difficult. His hands grabbed the sheets in fists of frustration.
“Will.”
His breath caught in his throat as a finger came to rest on the tip of his cock. He felt completely helpless, drowning in waves of arousal.
“Will.”
He could only whimper in response.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Very faintly, “yes.”
Hannibal's thumb stroked gently over the head of Will's cock. “Tell me what aroused you.”
Will was going to lose this fight, he knew he was. But he still didn't want to answer.
Hannibal spread precum over Will's cock, gently, but his other hand snaked under Will's neck and came to press against his throat. “Tell me,” Hannibal said. His voice was firm, and threatening. Especially with a hand around Will's throat. Will gulped, feeling weak. No, he had absolutely no control in this situation.
“I got aroused when... you said I was yours.”
Hannibal rewarded this with a firmer stroke. “And why was that?”
“It felt good. Being owned.” Will's voice dropped to a whisper. Hannibal was enjoying this. He could smell the alpha's arousal as clearly as his own.
“Good boy,” Hannibal murmured, starting a slow but steady pace. “I want you to say it. Say that you are mine.”
Will closed his eyes. He could feel every fiber of his omega self bowing beneath the weight of his alpha's words, and the thought of his new mate reacting violently to a protest only fed his arousal more. Despite himself, he desperately wanted Hannibal's hand to stay on his cock.
“I'm yours. All yours.”
“Will that ever change?”
Will could barely focus on the conversation with the way Hannibal was touching him. Pleasure was spreading through his entire body, sizzling through his brain like electricity. “No, it won't ever change,” he managed. “Bonded mates are... permanent.”
“Correct. You will never belong to anyone but me. I am the only one who will ever fuck you, the only one who will ever be able to touch you like this. While other omegas your age are free to experiment sexually, you will be bound only to me. Every time you walk into a lecture hall or social gathering everyone will catch the scent of a mated omega and know you have already been claimed. It will be like this for the rest of your life.”
“Jesus, Hannibal...” He couldn't stop himself from whining, as much a reaction to these words that so thoroughly appealed to Will's omegan desires as it was to the exquisite attention being given to his erection.
“Is that what you want? To belong to me solely and completely, and to have everyone know this fact?”
He couldn't say it. He would hate himself.
Hannibal slowed to nearly a halt. “Answer the question.”
“Hannibal, please!” He was desperate for release, terribly, painfully aroused by this game Hannibal was playing.
Hannibal's hand stopped movement entirely then, making Will thrash against him. He felt like his body was on fire.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” The forcefulness of his voice was intoxicating, breaking down the last of Will's resistance.
“I want to be yours. Only yours, forever.” He gasped as Hannibal's hand moved slowly down his cock.
“And?”
Will moaned in frustration. He felt the force of their bond, his mate's behavior making him feel completely unhinged, obscenely devoted and desiring. He couldn't fight his omegan hormones, and he was so far gone he didn't want to fight them anymore. His voice was ragged and broken as he replied. “I want everyone to know that I'm yours. I want your scent on me. Covering me. I want you to fuck me, mate me, own me. Hurt me if I disrespect you. I want this. I want this so badly. I surrender. I'm yours.” It hurt to say. Needy, raw. Still squirming, trying not to whine anymore than he already had, he had to beg. “Please let me cum, Hannibal. Please.”
With a slight, satisfied smile, Hannibal ground his hips against Will as he stroked him quickly, firmly. He bit into Will's neck again, triggering an omegan response that completely overwhelmed him. He made a pained noise and came hard, cum splashing over the sheets and his own chest. Hannibal kept stroking until every drop was milked from his cock, Will twitching from the over-stimulation. Hannibal brought some of the cum that had landed on Will's chest to the boy's mouth, and in his exhaustion, Will licked it off without protest, taking Hannibal's fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.
They sank back into the mattress, Hannibal holding Will closely, comfortingly. The bond felt deeper now that it was consummated verbally as well as physically. Every inch of Will buzzed with the awareness that it was his bonded mate who held him, fingers drifting softly across his skin. He felt dizzy from the aftershocks of his final admission. Not even embarrassed, now. He couldn't be. Everything he said was honest and it felt utterly right as it resonated with his most primal desires. The bond was all he could feel, now, and he resigned himself to it.
In the arms of his mate, he felt small and vulnerable in a way that made him shiver with satisfaction. Putting aside Hannibal's use of force, Will couldn't deny the attraction. He was big, and powerful. He was also mature and intelligent, and already well-established and admired in his career, all qualities that appealed to Will on a primal level.
He moved against Hannibal slightly, snuggling into the warmth of his body. He felt a large tug inside him, and frowned slightly when he realized the knot was still fully swollen. “Shouldn't the knot have shrunk more by now?”
Hannibal smiled as Will's head tucked under his chin. “Generally speaking, yes. There's been sufficient time since we first knotted that it would be expected to subside in the absence of further stimulation.”
“So...?”
“You are quite a sight when you're desperate for orgasm, Will.”
“Ah.”
“I would expect us to be knotted for another twenty to thirty minutes.”
“That's... lovely.” Saying it, sleepily, Will wasn't sure whether this was more the sarcasm he intended or genuine sentiment. But as he drifted in a quiet post-coital haze, the only movement an occasional lazy kiss or caress, feeling full and spent and more comfortable than he had ever felt before, Will strongly suspected it was genuine.