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 THIRTEEN - Slave to the Wage


“All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave”


Although the temperature in the room was by no means low, Will was so heated up that the difference in temperature sent shivers running through his body. It added a pleasurable ache that stimulated his overloaded nerves.

The haze of his aftermath was starting to settle in but Will fought the laxness to focus on Hannibal. Right at the beginning, the older man established the rules of their relationship and of their intercourse. It had been very clear that Will was to obey the other.

That did not mean though that he could not show some initiative from his side. As the older man had held up his hand, covered with Will’s own come, the desire to lick the fingers and the palm clean had been so great that he had reached out without waiting for permission.

Never before had Will tasted another’s sperm. There had never been the need or possibility. But he found that he liked the taste that blossomed in his mouth together with the taste of Hannibal’s skin and a combination of other flavors – the herbs from their meal for one.

As the other settled in between Will’s spread thighs, he could feel a surge of elation and happiness filling him. Never in his life had he felt this free. It was as if every restriction that had ever existed and held him back, had dissolved and Will was finally able to breathe properly. His eyes started to sting with all the brightness of the new world that presented itself to him.

Will was ready to burst from the emotional overload. No words could ever describe what he felt in this moment.

The cloth of the older man’s pants felt strangely rough against his over-sensitive skin. The material scratched against his thighs and his groin. Will spread his legs further and pressed slightly up. He wanted the other to take off his clothes. The need to touch skin was over-whelming.

Before he could ask for permission to unclothe Hannibal, the older man reached down to his own trousers. He held himself upright with one hand while the other tugged his white shirt out of the linen trousers.

Will’s move to assist was met with a reprimanding look. “I did not give you permission to move yet, Will.”

At the words he could feel excitement flooding him again. His heart started to pound harder and his breathing got more erratic. It was not likely that he would get erect that soon after his orgasm but he felt passion rise in him none the less.

Hannibal had tugged his shirt out now and was slowly unbuttoning it. Will caught glimpses at the other’s body through the more and more gaping shirt. The older man was of a far stockier build than Will himself. There was a compactness to the other’s frame but also a strength that showed in the broad shoulders and the flexing of muscles as Hannibal moved.

The shirt was open now and revealed an expanse of slightly tanned skin. It was not as dark as Will’s skin but then again the older man was not very likely to sun bathe or lie a whole day on a small boat out on the open sea with no shirt on. It was more like a slightly bronze tinge to the otherwise pale skin.

Next were the trousers. Hannibal unbuttoned the single button on top and then unzipped the rest. Will was pleasantly surprised to find that was Hannibal wasn’t wearing any undergarments either. The hand that had been busy with freeing Hannibal from his fabric restraints pushed the pants down where they got caught mid-thigh.

It was clear that at least Hannibal would have to get up if they wanted to fully undress. The older man stemmed himself up and climbed down from Will. As he stood up from the couch, the opened pants dropped to the floor.

Hannibal picked them up and lay them down on the table next to the couch. His back was turned to Will as he shrugged out of the shirt. The younger man watched entranced the movement of the muscles in Hannibal’s shoulders and back. He felt his cheeks flush as he pictured that power concentrated on dominating him.

His mouth went dry but still he tried to swallow to get rid of the tightness in his throat.

When the other turned back to Will his eyes roamed over the man lying on the couch. It was as if he could feel the eyes travel over his skin. Will wanted nothing more but the other body covering his again. He liked the safety he felt trapped between the furniture and Hannibal.

“We will have to do something about your unsatisfactory state of undress, Will. Don’t move.” Hannibal bent over Will and reached for the waistband of the open pants. Carefully he tugged the clothes down. The younger man had to slightly raise his hips but nothing was said about his disobedience.

The shirt had dropped to the floor earlier on and was lying under the armrest of the couch. Will watched as the older man picked it up to deposit on top of the other clothes.

As he saw Hannibal walk away from the couch, he panicked shortly. Would the other leave him here like this? There as the sound of soft padding in the entrance followed by a rustling of paper. Curiosity rose but still Will refrained from moving. It would not do to disobey even more.

He could hear Hannibal’s return to him before the other actually returned to his field of vision. In his hands he held a small package and a tube. Will did not have to read the writing on the items to know what was in them. The excitement that had been returning was rising more and more.

If Will had said that he was not also nervous about what was to come, he would have been lying. Fact was that this was after all his first sexual encounter with a man. He had a general idea about what was involved but his knowledge was a bit vague on the details.

Hannibal stood next to the couch, looking down at Will. The maroon eyes had a greedy glint in them as the older man leisurely took Will’s appearance in.

The box was laid aside on the small table next to the clothes and Hannibal climbed back on top of the younger man. He dropped the tube between Will’s body and the couch as he settled back in between the spread legs. The plastic of the tube was cool against his skin and the blonde tried to shift away from it. His attempt was met with a warning glare and a hand holding his hips still.

Will forced himself to ignore the irritating coldness at his side and concentrated on the warm body above him. He studied the other man’s body closely. The chest was sparsely covered with brown curls that were starting to grey. He was curious what the hair would feel like should he card hand through them.

When the other let himself lie down completely on top of Will, the body’s weight almost crushed Will but it also made him feel sheltered. Now that both hands were free, Hannibal caressed his face. His fingers traced the scar on one side while cupping the face on the other side.

This time when the older man’s lips descended on his own Will didn’t wait for the other to initiate a deeper kiss. He opened his mouth and prodded with his tongue against Hannibal’s lips. He sighed, satisfied, when his tongue was sucked into the other’s mouth.

At first Hannibal held Will’s face in place during the kiss but soon he let go to put his hands at the other’s sides. The fingers fanned out over the ribs on each side and one thumb dug slightly in the sensitive area between two ribs. The grip tightened as Will felt Hannibal getting aroused.

At no time in the past would he have thought this possible. Not only was he having sexual intercourse with a man, no, he was allowing Hannibal Lecter to take him. Allowing was not the right word. Will was actually craving the doctor’s touches. It felt like finally he was able to be himself.

The hardening organ that was pressed against his groin felt incredibly hot. Will wanted to reach down and touch the older man’s cock. He was curious about how Hannibal would react to his manipulations but he knew better than to go against the precise orders he had been given. He would just have to wait for permission. Maybe it would not be given today but sometime it would.

Hannibal licked from Will’s bruised lips to the lower end of the scar and traced it with his tongue. A hot trail was left on the puckered skin there and it dried quickly, cooling the area.


“Run away, run away”


The hands left their place over the ribs and crawled down to their both groins. They fondled Will’s spent cock before reaching for Hannibal’s own. A slow rhythmic pumping started. The moving fist brushed over his lower stomach and over the base of the younger man’s cock.

Will tried to catch a glimpse of what Hannibal was doing but his current position and Hannibal’s pinning him in place made it impossible to see anything of the happenings. He settled instead on watching the older man’s face.

During his visit to the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane, the late Doctor Chiltern had excitedly told Will about Hannibal’s attack on the nurse. The thing which had most impressed Chiltern had been the cold-bloodedness with which the man had bitten into the woman’s face – his pulse never rising higher than 85.

Will was able to witness now, Dr. Hannibal Lecter letting go of his composure. If Will had put a lot of trust in Lecter not to hurt him, it was nothing compared to the level of trust the older man put in him. It was unheard of that Hannibal lowered his defenses like this in front of another person. And he did it willingly none the less.

The blonde watched, fascinated, how Hannibal’s face relaxed and his features softened. There was the glimmer of excitement in the haunting eyes above him and a soft flush darkened the paler skin of the other. It amused Will to think that with a woman the color would be called ‘Maiden’s blush’.

The hand on Hannibal’s erection sped up and the movements got more erratic. The times when the fist would brush over the younger man’s cock increased and the beginning excitement in Will started to spread through his body, signaling his sated body that there was more to come still.

Will could feel he hot wetness of Hannibal’s pre-come dripping onto his stomach, mingling with Will’s own sperm there. The tough of them merging together was extremely arousing.

He could feel one of Hannibal’s hands moving from the hard cock to Will’s side. At first Will wondered why the older man started to stroke up his side as if searching for something but then the hand stopped and grabbed hold of the tube trapped between Will and the couch. In the time since its deposit there and Hannibal’s retrieval of it, the blonde’s body heat had warmed it up.

The pumping stopped as Hannibal pushed himself up, sitting back between Will’s thighs. Finally the blonde was able to get a look at the older man’s naked and aroused body. Hungrily he took the other’s appearance in. What made others look wanton and out of control, looked only natural to Hannibal. The older man’s erection was glistening with pre-come; its color dark. It was bigger than Will had expected it to be. This circumstance made the younger man wonder how Hannibal would be able to accommodate it inside of Will. It looked nigh impossible.

As if he could hear the younger man’s doubts, Hannibal reached out to massage Will’s stomach and inner thighs seductively. “Don’t be afraid, Will. I promised to take care of your fear for you. Trust me.”

The words could not completely erase all doubts in him but they calmed Will enough so that he could relax once more.

Sensing the change in the blonde, Hannibal opened the tube and squeezed some of the clear gel onto his fingers. His maroon eyes locked with the bright blue gaze of Will; the older man reached between the younger man’s thighs. He slipped his fingers between the blonde’s buttocks, massaging the puckered entrance there. He smeared the lubrication liberally to make sure that everything was slippery.

Some more of the gel and Hannibal pressed a finger against the entrance and into Will. The feeling was not really painful. It was more like an unfamiliar pressure at the bottom of Will’s spine. The blonde’s relaxed state was seemingly proof enough that Will was ready for more. This time two fingers pressed into Will.

Now this hurt more than before. A slight burning started in the stressed area. Any movement of Will’s was stopped by the second hand holding his hips still. As the lubricated fingers moved in and out of his body, the pressure and burning got less. Will’s body was adjusting to the new challenge.

The movement changed. Hannibal scissored his fingers inside Will, loosening him more. At his next push into the blonde’s body, the fingers started to dig deeper, searching inside Will’s body.

And their search was successful. A wave of hot pleasure crashed through the younger man’s body as Hannibal’s fingers brushed over some spot inside Will. A lustful moan spilled from the blonde’s lips and he tried to push back against the fingers that invaded him.

His attempt was met with an amused chuckle. “Sh, slow down Will. There’s no need to hurry.”

With every new brush over this spot, Will’s body gained on heat and the erection that he had thought to be impossible before started to grow again. He felt as if his skin and body were on fire.

Hannibal paused shortly only to press three fingers into Will’s more than willing body. The younger man was too excited to react to the sudden burning in his rear. Only moments later the uncomfortable feeling lessened. It dissolved completely soon thereafter.

Will almost didn’t hear the sound of the box being opened. He felt the other changing his position though. A last brush over Will’s prostate and then the fingers disappeared, leaving him empty and needing.

The blonde slowed his pants and looked down to see what Hannibal was doing. He saw the condom being fished out of the torn foil and rolled up over the older man’s heavy erection. The latex covered cock was coated with lubrication and then Hannibal moved forward to position himself at Will’s opening.

The reddish eyes flickered up to the younger man’s face. The possessiveness and hunger in them made Will catch his breath. The sudden crimson flicker was the only warning Will got before Hannibal pressed into him.

There was pain and Will tensed up, whimpering softly.

“Sh, don’t move. Don’t resist. It’s so gentle.”

Surprisingly the memory of Hannibal’s attack that was invoked by the words calmed him. Will obeyed the words, letting go of all the tension. Inch by inch Hannibal sunk into his body, filling him almost to the edge of bursting.

Once the older man was fully buried inside Will, he pulled out again, only to repeat his claiming of Will.

The slow rhythm that had been established continued for some time before the blonde’s increasing passion made Hannibal speed up his thrusts. Angling carefully he aimed for Will’s prostate.

Will reached down between their bodies to wrap his hand around his own straining erection. He started to pump in time with Hannibal’s thrusts. The heat pooling in his stomach and at the base of his cock bordered on pain and Will could feel his muscles tensing and preparing for the nearing orgasm.

As the movements got more erratic, the blonde sped his fist up. The heavy musky scent of arousal had filled the room and started to fog his senses.

Hannibal increased the strength of his thrusts. He balanced on his arms as he pounded into the man under him. Will wanted to bring their bodies closer together and he wrapped his legs around the other’s hips, drawing the older man down on him and enabling a faster pace.

His unoccupied hand had grabbed Hannibal’s shoulder but the soft film of sweat made the skin slippery and time and time again, Will had to renew his grip. His fingers dug into the skin and left red imprints of the finger nails.

The pressure inside Will’s body got too much and he squeezed his cock while pumping furiously. This proved to be enough stimulation to finally allow the blonde to come for the second time that afternoon.

Tremors ran through his body as he let go of his spent organ and wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck, pressing their bodies flush together. He could feel his cooling sperm being smeared between their two bodies, covering them in Will’s scent.

It did not take Hannibal long after Will’s organ to reach his climax as well. After a couple of hard thrusts, the older man’s movements stuttered and he bit down on Will’s shoulder. The pain mingled with the haze of the aftermath and the burning pleasure where the other stretched the blonde deliciously, provoked a longing sigh from Will.

His grip around the other’s hips and the neck tightened. Will felt like he had finally found the inner balance he had been missing all his life.


“Run away from all your whoredom and wave
your worries and cares goodbye”