Fandom: Red Dragon/The Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Rating: R/NC-17

Beta: Malakai_Amlug (thank you very much)

Summary: Sometimes running is not possible as the past catches up with you.

Notes/Warning: This is a slash story which means that it features two grown up men in love with each other and physically expressing this emotion in various forms. If you are in any way or degree homophobic, disgusted, disturbed, feel threatened or weirded out by such a relationship, please do not read any further and don’t write me any stupid e-mails to preach about the wrongs or rights of homosexual relationships.

Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story are by no means mine and belong to Thomas Harris. If you want to have some picture as a guideline for what these guys actually look like I would strongly suggest watching the movie versions of the books, which were done by DeLaurentis Pictures. As for the musical help I had with this story. The chapter titles and the paragraphs of lyrics in each chapter are songs composed and performed by Placebo. Therefore they are not mine either. I am not making any money with this and purely do it for my own amusement and entertainment.



CHAPTER TWELVE - English Summer Rain


“I’m in the basement, you’re in the sky
I’m in the basement baby, drop on by”


Will’s surrender was the most breath taking thing that he had ever born witness to and he doubted that this sight could be surpassed by anything. Other people looked weak and beaten when giving up and surrendering, but the blonde looked incredibly strong and untamed. It was like freeing a caged beast.

Hannibal knew that the former profiler did not have any experiences with men – in a sexual way. This topic had come up in the past once during the early days of their acquaintance. He doubted that this had changed since then.

Regardless of his inexperience Will took everything that was being offered and gave back as good as he got. There was no shyness or awkwardness in his actions. Determined, he met Hannibal halfway, pouring his everything into the kiss.

The older man had not had any sexual encounters in many years. There had sometimes been the possibility with Clarice Starling but his filial feelings towards the woman had prevented anything from happening. On the whole he had not missed having sexual intercourse. Sex was not the only pleasure to be had. He had compensated by satisfying every other of his needs.

Pressing the compliant body of one Will Graham under him into the couch, he had to re-evaluate his opinion though. There was nothing better than the feel of the hard frame of the blonde trying to mold itself together with Hannibal.

He traced the ribs and the side of the younger man all the while exploring the other’s mouth. The skin was softer than was to be expected and it possessed warmth that felt like Will was storing all the sun of the Caribbean inside himself. Hannibal’s very own heat reservoir.

It was unmistakable that the blonde was enjoying their interaction. Judging from the growing hardness, Hannibal would not have to worry about any restraint from the younger man’s side. The eagerness with which Will responded reminded him very much of the energetic young profiler he had worked with all those years ago.

Although he wanted to fully take the blonde, Hannibal decided to take off the edge before that. Taking the younger man’s mental exhaustion earlier this day into consideration, he thought it better to take this step by step and to gradually deepen the intimacy of their intercourse.

Hannibal stroked up Will’s sides and pushed his arms up until the other’s hands reached over his head. The couch was too short to pin the hands up there but Will reached over the arm rest, holding onto the side of the furniture.

This movement made the younger man break their kiss as he tilted his head back, exposing and presenting his throat to Hannibal. The bright blue eyes that were shining with the longing for something he had not dared to ask for before fluttered closed and Will’s breaths turned into excited panting.

The temptation to bite down on the exposed flesh was too big. The skin was of a golden brown color that only fair skinned people possessed when getting sun tanned. There was no equivalent to it anywhere else.

He licked down from Will’s chin, tracing to curve of his throat to the other’s Adam’s apple. Pressing his lips harder against the small elevation, he started to suck on it.

At the same time one of his hands let go of Will’s wrists and traveled down to the hem of Will’s shirt, pushing it up. Inch by inch more of the heated skin was exposed and the shirt’s fabric bunched together just below the younger man’s chest. Hannibal’s fingers rubbed over the flat stomach. He felt the tensing and twitching of muscles under his strokes.

With the increasing pleasure and desire, Will started to writhe. The closeness to Hannibal’s body led to a pleasurable full body rub. He pressed down harder to stop the blonde from moving. Hannibal wanted the other to understand who was in charge. It was not so much that he wanted the younger man to be passive but that he wanted to ingrain in Will’s body and mind that the one in charge was Hannibal and not Will.

Minute shivers ran through the blonde’s body and his whole frame trembled with need under him. The hand that had held the hands over Will’s head gave a last warning squeeze and then joined the hand on the other’s stomach.

Once the skin around the Adam’s apple was red from all the attention that had been bestowed upon it, Hannibal nibbled his way up to Will’s ear.

“You are delicious, Will.” His breath ghosted over the shell. But it was the words and not the teasing breath that made the blonde groan. The younger man tried to reach for Hannibal but a hand grabbed hold of the wandering hands and placed them above the head once more. “I will tell you when you are allowed to move. Until then you will obey me and stay like this.”

The command was delivered in a soft whisper but there was no need to underline it. Any other person might have forgotten the rules set up at the beginning in the throw of passion but Hannibal knew that he only needed to tell the other once how it would be and there would be no mistake on Will’s part after that.

He pushed the shirt up and over Will’s head. Somewhere between elbow and wrist the shirt stayed bunched together and out of the way.

Hannibal once more pushed his torso up and took a good look at the man under him. His head was thrown back; sweat started to soak the blond hair. His eyes were glittering through the eyelashes and his cheeks were flushed with excitement. The lips Hannibal had been feasting on before were slightly bruised and swollen. His panting breaths escaped with every shivering heave of his chest.

His throat was red from the sucking and biting. The Adam’s apple bobbed with every breath.

As his eyes trailed down from the collar bone to Will’s chest, Hannibal could already see the slight sheen of sweat that was starting there. His lowered himself until he was resting on his elbows. He cast one last look on the enraptured face of Will Graham and then leaned down, his lips closing around a nipple.

As erogenous spots go, this one did not seem to be one of Will’s favorites. The throat had apparently been more sensitive than the chest. Hannibal was determined though to teach Will how much pleasure this particular body part could bestow upon him.

His fingers trailed up and splayed on the heaving chest as Hannibal lavished the tiny bud with his tongue. He bit down from time to time. Not hard, only hard enough to cause a slight discomfort.

Even though the beginning reactions towards his nipples had not been much, the continuous attention was starting to be effective. Hannibal could feel the erection trapped in the cotton pants harden even further. The heat of the engorged organ was radiating through the thin cloth and wetness started to stain the pants where the pre-come soaked into the fabric.

Increasing the strength of his bites and additional stimulation of the other nipple increased the excitement in the blonde. He was able to feel the tightness that was taking hold of Will’s body as he fought to stay still. It felt like the young man was ready to explode.


“Hold your breath and count to ten,
Fall apart and start again”


Hannibal’s hands stroked down from the chest to the stomach and from there they slowly tickled down to the hem of Will’s pants. For a moment he thought the blonde would lose his control and reach his orgasm but in the last second the younger man had been able to stop his body.

The power his words had over Will sent a rush of excitement through him. Yes, he had been enjoying it so far but he had not allowed himself to get aroused by the foreplay. Hannibal wanted to take care of the other first. There was no need to rush through things after all.

He had to admit though that it was starting to get more and more difficult to ignore the temptation that was one Will Graham spread out under him. The blonde was just too delicious in his surrender and submission to Hannibal.

Slowly he picked at the strings of the rusty red trousers. The knot came undone and, tearing at the strings, he widened the gap at the front of the pants. He reached inside to free the entrapped erection.

The engorged organ was heavy in his hands. His fingers closed around it, shaping a fist that leisurely moved up and down. Stilling every movement, he could feel the throbbing of the blood. It was as if he could feel the other’s heart beating in the palm of his hand.

After a last flick of his tongue against the now overly sensitive nipple, Hannibal balanced his body with one arm as his hand on the erection drove Will closer and closer to orgasm.

Hungrily he watched the play of emotions on the younger man’s face. There was need and excitement, passion of course and longing. Besides that there was elation and a slight trace of anxiousness. The latter feeling was due to the difficulty the blonde had with staying motionless.

“Will, open your eyes. Look at me.” This time the command was harder than the one before but still it was delivered in a very calm and quiet voice.

The reaction to the words was instantaneous. The lids that had been lowered fluttered open, revealing passion hazed eyes that were brightened by the inner heat of Will’s body. No precious stone was as bright as the blue that glittered at Hannibal. He had seen these eyes many times in different emotions but never had they been as breathtaking as they were now.

The flushed cheeks were gaining even more color as the young man saw the satisfaction and pride in Hannibal’s face. The pink tongue flicked out for a second to lick over suddenly dry lips and the blonde’s breathing speeded up.

“Nothing can do you justice, Will. You are an amazing sight.” Hannibal sped his hand on Will’s cock, alternating between hard pumping and long strokes.

He closely watched the other’s reaction to his stimulations. He noticed how squeezing at the bottom of the erection made the blonde’s lower lips tremble and how rubbing over the slit at the top made him bite his lip, sucking in breath. It made him hiss like an angry snake.

The clear pre-come was coated over the whole cock by Hannibal’s movements. The natural lubrication made the hands slide easier over the heated flesh and gave a soft sheen to it. Under the soft skin he could feel the hardness of the blood-filled organ.

Hannibal decided to try something different and stopped his ministrations. This caused Will to whimper softly. The younger man looked pleadingly at him. It was not his intent to tease or torture the other but Hannibal needed to shift his position to get a better grip on Will.

He moved slightly to the side and reached down again. His hand passed the pulsing erection though and slid between the other’s thighs. Spreading them slightly his fingers searched for the area right behind the testicles. He pressed his fingers down and started to rub the spot.

The sudden moan that was provoked by this was loud in the relative silence of the room. Its sound was full of Will’s need.

The hand between the blonde’s legs cupped he taut testicles and rolled them against each other. From there it wrapped itself once more around the straining cock. The throbbing erection was dark red and twitching in Hannibal’s grip. He flicked over the top once more before he settled on a pumping the organ hard.

The younger man panted harshly now, moans spilling from his lips. The clear blue of Will’s eyes darkened with the increasing passion. There was a wildness in these orbs that told of the pent up energy in the blonde’s body.

Hannibal sped his strokes up. His hand was slippery with Will’s pre-come.

He could smell the scent of pheromones that emanated from the body under him. Mixed together with the smell of sweat, pre-come and arousal it created a heavy scent that hung in the room.

Locking eyes with Will, Hannibal said lowly: “Let go, Will. Let yourself go.”

One more squeeze at the base of the cock and the younger man tumbled over the edge, coming hard. His come coated Hannibal’s hand that continued to pump the organ. Some of the sperm dribbled onto the trembling stomach, creating small beads of white on the tanned skin.

He stroked over the softening erection, to milk the last of the other’s come and then let go of it. Holding his hand out to Will he watched as the blonde reached out for it and pulled it towards his lips.

The pink tongue slipped out again. It carefully licked at the come covered fingers and then sucked them into his mouth. The hot tongue wrapped itself around each digit cleaning it of the sperm. After the last finger had been taken care of, Will pulled the hand even closer and licked with broad strokes over the palm, looking like an over-sized cat.

“You did very well.” Hannibal shifted once more on top of Will, leaning now once more on both arms, looking down on the blonde under him.

Will spread his thighs to accommodate Hannibal between them. As the older man settled in he caught something on Will’s face. There it was again, that glint that had been visible during their conversation on the terrace. But this time it did not disappear again. It stayed there as Will Graham started to glow.


“Always stays the same, nothing ever changes
English summer rain seems to last for ages”