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Hannibal still had two patients left to see before he could leave for the day.
The realization came swimming to the surface of his consciousness as minutes drifted by in a beautifully hazy blur. They weren't safely ensconced in his bed with a claw foot tub just steps away. There wasn't so much as a tea towel in the exam room and he was covered in Will's slick and their come.
Well.
"You can't wear those clothes to see patients." Will commented drolly from beside him on the narrow exam table. The man's soft curls brushed against his neck and Hannibal curled closer around him. Protecting him.
"There are extra scrubs in the staff room." Hannibal answered placidly.
He watched appreciatively as Will arched his back to move off his softened cock. The Omega made a delightful little noise halfway between a moan and a whine as their bodies separated, the kind of noise that made Hannibal feel positively feral. If they were home-- and Hannibal's home was certainly as much Will's as his, now-- he would pin his Omega down by the neck with his teeth and rut against the darkly beautiful creature until he could knot them together. Until he was certain that his Mate knew his name better than the man knew his own.
Will pulled away to get off the exam table and pick up his clothes. A droplet of come ran down one pale thigh at the movement. "I don't see you in bubblegum pink, strangely enough. Here, take my outfit. I'll take yours."
Hannibal looked suspiciously at the khaki-colored trousers and questionable button-down. He couldn't get to the scrubs in the staff room without someone noticing his condition by sight or scent. Even if he could, though, how could he ever refuse such a caring gesture from his Mate?
"I'm glad you can be practical." Will nearly purred as Hannibal accepted the offering.
"I am eminently practical." He answered as he pulled the already partially-removed shirt from his shoulders and laid it on the exam table.
"Yes, nothing suggests practicality like four fabrics in the same outfit that can't be exposed to water."
Hannibal ignored Will's smirk as he removed his stained suit pants. His Mate accepted the proffered trousers and slid them on. They were a touch too long at the cuff and a bit big at the waist, but they fit. The man could carry the suit coat in front of him to cover most of the stains and escape out the clinic's front door without issue. Hannibal helped him into the shirt, buttoning it for his Omega.
"Directly to Mr. Brown's." Hannibal reminded him firmly once the task was completed. "You smell absolutely indecent."
"Only you should smell me like this, Alpha." Those soft tones were teasing. Promising.
"I will finish my final two appointments, stop by our home for cleaning supplies, then meet you there. You live very close by. I won't be long."
Will looked positively elfin as he slipped from the room without so much as a goodbye. Hannibal watched his Mate vanish through the door as he clothed himself, both longing to go with him and all too aware that he only had moments to dress and cover the room with scent neutralizer before a well-meaning nurse came to clean the room between patients. He couldn't afford the time to explain to a supervisor why the room was in such a state; not when Matthew Brown could return at any time. He frowned as he finished tucking the borrowed shirt into the borrowed trousers.
The attire fit him adequately. While the clothing was nearly baggy on Will's less muscular frame they were a professional level of semi-fitted on him. He could cover the uncharacteristic ensemble for the rest of his shift with the white doctor's coat he usually forewent in favor of his suit jacket, but first-- He went into the cabinet over the sink to procure the pheromone deadeners and gave the room a thorough coating. He wiped down everything: the exam table, the floor, the walls. Only once that was completed to his satisfaction did he check his watch and leave the room.
It seemed inappropriate that only thirty-four minutes had passed since the moment that had shifted the axis of his very existence. It seemed unthinkable that he should go on with his last two appointments as if his life hadn't suddenly gained such stunning purpose. He reached the desk he was assigned to for the duration of this particular rotation and slipped Will's file into his briefcase. Will would disappear as a patient he had seen surely as Matthew Brown would disappear that night. Only then did Hannibal grab a white coat off a peg on the wall and the file for the next patient.
The ensuing appointments were less dull than he was used to. Both were pregnant female Omegas who had come in for standard prenatal care with grinning Alphas in tow. Hannibal genuinely smiled as he found the first couple's baby's heartbeat thumping on the doppler. He couldn't stop imagining Will on that table, beginning to grow round with their child, wide-eyed and teary at the miracle of early life. Hannibal made a mental note to procure a doppler for their private use when the time came. They wouldn't want to share their first time hearing their child's heartbeat with a stranger. It would be just for them.
Still, it was a relief when his patients were gone and he was able to put the last file back in the cabinet. Leaving was a quick affair after that; he avoided conversation with the other medical staff on his way out via the promise of baked goods on Monday morning. His black Mercedes parked near the rear of the lot was flashy for a resident but not enough so to draw unwanted attention. He carefully drove two miles per hour under the speed limit to his brownstone on Chandler Square-- a necessary extravagance for the basement space and the lack of walls shared with others-- in order to quickly grab the supplies they would need.
It was time for Matthew Brown to disappear.
Soon the story of the man's life would simply tell of an Alpha running from his responsibilities, massively overextended financially and unable to face the disappointment of the Omega he couldn't bring himself to bond with. Honestly, Hannibal expected the only person who might ask questions about the sudden disappearance would be the landlord. He checked the dashboard clock as he pulled the Mercedes into the garage. He only left the car for a moment to collect a pre-packed bag of cleaning supplies and extra clothing from a false panel behind what looked like a shelf of gardening supplies. Hannibal checked the clock again after depositing the bag in his trunk and returning to the driver's seat. His fingers curled tighter around the steering wheel.
The need to protect his Mate was like an ember radiating heat through his chest and the sensation only grew stronger with each passing minute. The rational part of his brain knew that Will would be completely fine. It was the base part of his hindbrain-- the part that insisted he bite and rut and breed-- that made him feel almost uneasy.
It took Hannibal seven minutes in light traffic to reach Will. He was trying to decide if he should bring in the cleaning agents immediately or wait until after dark when he stepped out of the Mercedes and scented a trace of the heavy, coppery scent of blood from the street.
Matthew Brown had returned, then.
Hannibal quietly closed his car door and climbed the steps of the rowhouse. The front door was unlocked, not like that could have stopped him, and he let himself in.
It was beautiful.
Will was covered in blood, drenched by sprays and gouts. His long curls were matted to his scalp with it. A stream of red ran from where his lip was split near the bottom corner down the lovely, pale column of his throat. He was still wearing his Alpha's suit and the musk of their coupling provided a heady note against the heavy scent of blood.
Hannibal wanted to bite him right then and there.
Matthew Brown stumbled as he lurched forward to attack again. The man's face was nearly pulverized and already flushing purple-- His darling Omega was going to murder the man with his bare hands. A purr of pleasure built in his chest. How could any creature of any dynamic be so perfect? So made for him? He was converted and brought to faith by Saint John the Baptist as painted by del Sarto. Will let out a dark laugh as he sidestepped the inferior Alpha's clumsy attack and landed another blow to his chin. Lovely boy, toying with his food like a cat.
Will shoved Matthew to the ground, putting a knee over the man's neck. Only then did the Omega's gaze move towards him for a moment of eye contact. "It seems my Alpha has arrived. Would you like to see him, Matthew? See the Alpha that made me so wet?" A low growl came from the man, another swipe from desperate arms. They were futile. "I'm going to make him beautiful children. I'm going to beg him for his knot every night. But first," Will paused to lick the blood off his split lip. "First I'm going to feed him your heart."
Matthew started to thrash in earnest. Will simply pressed down harder against the base of his neck, harder and harder until there was a sickening crack and Mr. Brown stopped moving. Hannibal watched with interest as Will pushed the man onto his back and pulled a scalpel from Hannibal's suit pants.
"I found this in your pocket; I hope you don't mind if I borrow it?"
"Not at all." Hannibal assured him.
He watched as Matthew's jaw lolled open and shut. The man appeared to be trying to scream. Will pulled a leg back and slammed his foot into the Alpha's stomach, looking pleased when the man was unable to fight back. To Hannibal's trained eye It looked like the neck break had occurred high enough that while Mr. Brown most likely could not feel the blows, he certainly still had the mental wherewithal to realize what was about to happen. He suspected Will shared his judgment of the situation as he kicked the prostrate man's midsection a second time. Matthew gaped with wild eyes as he noticed the scalpel in Will's hand.
"You should be afraid." Will promised. "This is going to hurt." Slowly the Omega sank back down to his knees. He grabbed the collar of Mr Brown's shirt with both hands and tore it down the center until the man's entire chest was bared. Hannibal nearly growled at the sight of his Mate touching another Alpha until Will ghosted the blade over Matthew's skin. "This isn't because you hurt me. This isn't because you thought you could buy me. This is because I want to."
With that, he pressed the blade into the flesh before him. Blood welled to the surface, rivulets of garnet spilling onto the hardwood below. Matthew's wild eyes remained on Will's face as if he could not understand how someone he loved could possibly do such a thing to him.
Hannibal's jaw clenched slightly. A growl built low in his chest. He wanted to correct the foolish creature; he wanted to whisper low and soft that Matthew had never truly loved Will, that he had known only obsession, and that the man had never truly seen the incredible Omega before them. His Omega. His Mate. He wouldn't insult Will by doing such a thing, of course, the man was more than capable of speaking for himself.
No sooner than the thought crossed his mind than Will's design became clear to him. It was not base slaughter: it was beautiful, it was eloquent, it spoke to a grander design. Will had broken Matthew's neck to render him unable to feel, unable to scream, and unable to leave. He had returned the favors that Matthew had forced on him and while Will may have twisted the knife-- or scalpel, as it were-- by talking about feeding his heart to Hannibal, Hannibal was not really part of this, no more than as a prop for Will's glorious revenge.
His Omega was murdering a man for his own pleasure and Hannibal found he could only feel pleased that he could be of use in his Mate's tableau.
Will carefully started to deepen his first cuts, slicing through pectoral muscle until he could see the white of bone peeking through. Hannibal considered suggesting that he might want to crack Matthew's rib cage open next but didn't want to interrupt or condescend.
The Omega stopped his flaying once the top four or five ribs were visible and accessible to him. The muscles remained partially attached, but that didn't seem to bother him as he reached into the man's chest cavity and wrapped his hand around one of Matthew's ribs. Hannibal had marveled at the muscle will manage to carry even as an Omega, but marveling at it was nothing compared to watching as the man braced himself on the other side of the inferior Alpha's chest and in one explosive movement broke the first rib in half.
Matthew made a pathetic gurgling noise low in his throat-- perhaps part of the rib had perforated into his lung-- But Will didn't even spare him a glass as he moved to the next rib and nearly effortlessly snapped that one as well.
"I almost wish you could scream." Will mused as he sured his grip around the third rib. "But knowing you, you couldn't just scream. No, you'd have to keep talking about hawks. Do you know about hawks, Hannibal?" The question was rhetorical. Hannibal waited for him to continue. "Solo apex predator until they find a mate. Matthew fancies himself one. As if being an Alpha wasn't primal enough for him."
The third rib was thicker. That didn't seem to faze the Omega as he swung his leg around to brace the rib cage like a child would a stick. It snapped not quite as deeply as the others and Hannibal watched as his Mate frowned in displeasure.
"One more, don't you think?" Will asked, not looking away from his bloody prey.
"I defer to you; though I must admit I'm enjoying watching you work."
"If my Alpha is enjoying the show, then one more it is." The Omega replied with a feral grin. "Did you hear that, Matthew? This one is for my Mate. Everything is for my Mate."
Matthew Brown continued to gape like a fish. Will wrapped his hands around the fourth rib and leveraged lower with his foot. Nodding with satisfaction at the angle, he pulled the bone sharply upwards. The cracking of bone was like a gunshot through the room as it splintered at the point of fracture and punctured then collapsed Matthew's lung beneath. It only took a moment for glistening red foam to form at the corners of the inferior Alpha's mouth and Will ignored it entirely, reaching out instead to touch the man's visible and frantically pumping heart.
"I do regret one thing," Will mused softly as he delicately explored the surface with his fingertips. "I regret that you won't live long enough to watch Hannibal eat this. It's an honor to be consumed by him."
Matthew Brown finally looked away from Will's face to watch as the Omega's hands closed around his still-beating heart like they were cradling a baby bird.
Then Will tore the heart from his chest.
Hannibal could only watch rapturously as Will was baptized into his new life by the spray of arterial blood. His Mate crushed the heart in his hand without sparing so much as a look to the felled creature lying still and pale on the floor. Instead, his beautiful Omega put a hand to the collar of the shirt he wore and unbuttoned it, slipped it off his shoulders, and let it drop to the blood-soaked floor. His trousers and shoes followed soon after, until he was completely bare except the blood that had transferred from his clothing to his skin.
Only then did Will drop to his knees and crawl on the floor to him, holding the heart out both as a tribute of his willing fealty and as a gift to the Alpha he wanted to bond with. Hannibal accepted the bruised flesh with delicate fingers. He immediately took a large bite of the raw heart and hummed in pleasure as blood filled his mouth. The first tendrils of a rut curled low in his belly, a warning and a promise of things to come.
Will remained on his knees, nuzzling at his Alpha's groin, slick starting to scent the air, waiting for his Mate to choose what would happen next. Hannibal took a second bite, tearing into the flesh and letting blood spill down his chin. Will made a desperately needy mewling sound as his body quivered and fresh slick began to slip down the back of his thighs. He nuzzled sweetly at where Hannibal's still-flaccid knot lay beneath his trousers and rubbed his own erection against his Alpha's leg in the process. Wanting. Beseeching.
"Would you like to partake with me?" Hannibal offered. "David who slew Goliath."
Will shook his head. "The only Alpha I want in me is you."
Hannibal grabbed a handful of the man's beautiful curls and used them to push his Omega's face harder against his awakening cock. Will surprised him by whining beautifully as he pressed out his tongue to lick at the front of Hannibal's trousers, begging for more. Accepting him. Accepting his dominance.
Hannibal could feel the rut spreading through his veins. If he took another bite of the heart he would be lost to it. He would claim Will on the floor of this townhouse and bond him and fill him with come until his Omega was distended with it. There would be no deep footed claw tub to wash them in, there would be no silk sheets for their sensitized skin or luxurious goose-down blankets to nest in.
And perhaps that was just fine.
He took another bite.
Then another.
He let the rut sweep through him with every tear of teeth rending flesh until the heart was gone and he found himself licking his blood-coated fingers clean. Will writhed against his leg, tongue still lapping at his fully hard erection. The Omega's eyes were glassy from hormone exposure. Hannibal suspected his own looked similar.
Slowly a mating call began to build in his chest. It started out as a hot bubbling feeling behind his breastbone that spread outward--spread until the very walls felt like they were vibrating with something between a purr and a growl. Will's back went rigid as his entire body clenched pleasurably in response.
Hannibal let the noise continue just to see what would happen.
"Alpha." His darling Mate breathed.
The call filled the room like water or smoke, impossible to ignore and making it unthinkable to focus on anything else. Will ground himself harder against Hannibal's leg. His back arched. He gasped.
Then he came.
"So responsive, my Omega. So good for me. How many more do you think I can wring out of you, Darling?" He mused.
Will trembled from his spot on the floor, what skin that was visible under all Matthew Brown's blood flushed a lovely pink, blue eyes wide and trusting. "Come in me, Alpha. Don't make me come without you again."
His Omega begged so prettily.
Enthralled by his Mate and ensnared by his rut Hannibal couldn't help but regret Will wasn't fertile during a bonding heat. He wanted to see the curve of his Omega's stomach as their child grew within him. He wanted to nurture him and care for him and slaughter for him-- but really, Will didn't have to be pregnant for that. He only had to wish for it and Hannibal would give him anything his heart so desired.
"Please, Alpha-- Need you. Want you. Please." Will begged.
"On your hands and knees for me." Hannibal commanded.
Part of him wanted to be gentle. Part of him wanted to delicately make love to the precious treasure he had found through provenance. Yet the snarling and feral beast of his instincts demanded blood. Wanted to shove his knot into that tight little hole and use it until his Omega's body went weak beneath him. Wanted to bite deeper than a marking bite, wanted to draw blood just to taste it. Wanted to ruin the perfect creature that was to be his and his alone for the rest of time.
Will scrambled to follow direction, spreading his knees wide on the floor with hands and forearms extended out in front of him. The result was a portrait worthy of oil on canvas-- his Mate presenting to him. He would draw it a thousand times and keep them all somewhere no greedy eyes but his own could ever see them. He would look upon them every morning and remember the enormity of the gift he was about to receive. The gift of eternal devotion. The promise of love and children and blood.
Hannibal wanted to taste his Mate. He hadn't been afforded the opportunity earlier and the very sight of his Omega's thighs glistening with slick and spread before him-- the Alpha pulled the man's legs wider and buried his nose against the gorgeous offering; a ravenous god appeased. He pressed his tongue to hot flesh and listened as his Omega tossed back his head and moaned at even that slight contact. His fingers tightened against the pale skin of the man's thighs, wanting to leave bruises, knowing that even a mating bite would not be enough marking to appease him. Hannibal was a greedy god. He pushed his tongue into his needy Mate.
"No," Will whined as he writhed under the onslaught of sensation. "Need you. Need your knot. Please, Alpha."
Hannibal pulled the man harder against his mouth while his tongue stroked deeper. Will's body trembled under his ministrations, cock bobbing prettily between his thighs. Hannibal grabbed it roughly and gave it a few playful jerks as his tongue teased the man's sensitive rim. The Omega called out as if he was a blushing virgin on their wedding night who had never experienced such a thing-- and perhaps he hadn't. Hannibal liked the thought. Releasing Will's cock in order to explore the soft roundness of the Omega's testicles with his fingertips, Hannibal wondered if perhaps Matthew Brown had never sampled Will's flavor; some Alphas preferred not to. His Mate arched his back and whined again at the stimulation, louder, clenching around him. Sweet slick spilled across his tongue and filled his every sense with want as Will came for him again, delightful Omega. Sensitive, responsive thing.
Still he refused to stop, continuing to lick at his Bitch's oversensitive hole while the man-made almost pained noises of overstimulation and supplication. He nuzzled at his good boy and tongue fucked every inch he could reach until his rut demanded-- More.
Will whimpered as Hannibal pulled back, his Mate's lean ankles clutching at his thighs, trying to keep his Alpha close.
"Darling Omega. Good Omega." He praised, lining up his cock and pressing the blunt head of it against the man's wet entrance. His mouth felt somehow both heavy and sharp as the ability to speak began to drift away from him, replaced by baser needs like claiming and knotting. "I choose you, Will." He began while he still could. "I bond myself with you as a promise of my care, patience, and love, on this day and on every day going forward. I choose you to be my Mate and the mother of my children. I will be faithful to you in mind, body, and soul. I will love you, live for you, die for you and kill for you. This I promise."
Hannibal leaned forward to run his tongue over his Omega's beautifully unmarked scent gland, then pistoned his hips forward until his cock was deliciously buried in his Mate's tight heat. He felt more out of control than he ever had as an adult. A red haze built behind his eyes. Will cried out beneath him at the sudden stretch. He knew, he knew he was hurting the Omega but the lovely creature was rolling his hips to meet every rough thrust anyway. Perfect Omega. Sweet Omega. His Mate could take him. His Mate could handle anything.
He ran one hand over Will's lovely body while the other clasped itself over the man's hands. He pushed deeper into the wanton creature below him, their bodies pressed and writhing close. Hannibal buried his face against the man's warm neck again, breathing in the fevered scent of his Omega. Sweat beaded between them as Hannibal began to press the first vestiges of his forming knot against the hot hole he was fucking into.
His darling Omega already so close, fingernails scratching against the floor, back arched so beautifully in pleasure, neck bared in blatant invitation. Hannibal thrust harder into the siren of lore below him. He would pay any price or commit any deed for the glorious sensation of claiming such a singular Omega. He was so hard already and it would take so little for his knot to lock them together. His thrusts were punishing as he rocked deeper and harder into the man below him.
He nosed again at his Omega's scent gland. He breathed in the heated scent.
Then, without warning, Hannibal bit down.
It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He could feel the world shifting and changing beneath his knees and in the air. If he thought the pace he'd set was rough before, certainly that had been nothing compared to the wild snap of his hips now. His knot was rapidly expanding as Will-- his darling Mate, his beloved forever, all his his his-- spasmed around him in what seemed like an endless climax. He shoved his half-formed knot in that tight heat only to forcefully rip it out and shove it in again. Will let out a cry at the pressure forcing him open only to leave him wanting again, his hole puffy and protesting the rough treatment.
Hannibal did it again. And again. Will was sobbing and calling out wordlessly as his body sucked him back in over and over again. Hannibal watched as his knot disappeared into that tight heat and it was finally too much; he couldn't pull out so he thrust deeper, fucking against his Omega's cervix and making the man cry out again. He couldn't think through the haze of rut. He leaned forward and bit down a second time at the crux of his Mate's neck and shoulder, harder, blood filling his mouth, and came.
He filled his Omega with his release as the man's body massaged his knot. His climax seemed to go on forever, until he had nothing left within him. Only then did Hannibal feel some measure of clarity temporarily returning to him. Still, even movement slight as his every breath shifted his cock slightly, sending sparks of ecstasy through him.
"Mate." He finally managed.
"Lay." Will growled back.
Hannibal gathered his Omega into his arms, mindful of their joined bodies, and carefully moved so he was laying on the cold, blood-stained floor and his Mate was above him. He admired the long panes of his Beloved's back, how beautifully the blood seeped from the wounds on his neck and shoulder. His thoughts were cut off as Will sat up straight and started to turn-- the pressure around his knot had him calling out as another spurt of come was forced from his body.
Will moaned as he carefully turned to face his Alpha, still riding his Mate's thick knot. His own cock was spent and soft before him, telling lines of white painting his stomach and chest, but it didn't stop him from rocking back and forth on the massive length still buried within him.
"Mine." His Omega hissed.
"Yours." Hannibal agreed.
The Alpha groaned as his lower body tightened and flooded his Mate with more come at the sensation. He felt like he had nothing more to give, yet his Omega's body continued to milk him. The constant movement wasn't letting his knot deflate and with every rock of Will's hips Hannibal found himself nearly in pain as another spurt was forced from him. It was all too much. Everything was too much. He whined like an Omega and felt no shame.
Will looked pleased.
"Good Mate."
The Omega moved harder and Hannibal saw white. He could hear Will panting near his ear as his Mate bounced on his knot. He could still taste the man's blood and slick on his lips. He couldn't think past the overwhelming sensation of it all when Will's sharp teeth sank deeply into his neck and his Mate's design suddenly became clear.
It wasn't normal for an Omega to bite their Alpha. It showed an ownership that Alphas found degrading-- being claimed? By something as weak as an Omega? Hannibal disagreed. Such a fierce Mate would be a gift to himself and their children. He would wear the mark with pride. A tear escaped the corner of his eye as Will stilled and his cock surged dryly between them. Hannibal hadn't even noticed his Mate getting hard.
Long moments passed in a floating sensation as Will finally stopped moving, fully sated and with his mission to bite Hannibal in return accomplished. Emotion crashed through the Alpha even stronger than before. He'd never felt anything near the things ravaging him at that moment. He wanted to recite poetry. He wanted to tell his beloved everything that stirred within him.
"Love... You." He finally managed. His mouth still felt heavy from his rut.
"Love you." Will answered. "Bite?"
"Yes." Hannibal approved. Yes, he loved it. How could he not?
"Good." His Mate answered haughtily.
Hannibal held him close. Their mating heat and rut would creep back in soon. They needed to dispose of a body. They should ideally attempt to get home at some point. All Hannibal could think about was his Mate's soft skin pressed against his own and the hot mark still bleeding on his neck.
They had time.
They had forever.