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Will had grown used to waking up in a cold sweat. That was his normal nowadays; changing soaked sleep shirts in the middle of the night, throwing down old faded towels on top of the perspiration that leaked into his bed sheets. Sure, he could manage that, it wasn't the worst. It was just sweat, but as he startled awake this night something was very wrong. The puddle of sweat was all the same, yet there were no dogs lazily peeking open their eyes to peer at their master and his irregular breathing. There was only frigid steel beneath his body, lights as bright as a flash bang blinded him and he couldn't move his limbs.
He blinked hard, willing always the spots that blurred his vision and the first thing he saw were his pale naked legs splayed open, his heels strapped into chrome stirrups. He didn't need to process anything, he immediately knew this was bad so he did what any rational human would do; he began to scream.
In the chromatic room his shrieks echoed off the shining metal, ringing back in his ears and he was embarrassed at how desperate he sounded, but not embarrassed enough to stop his wailing.
“Let me outta here!” He repeated the phrase until it didn't even sound like English anymore.
“Where the fuck are my clothes?!” No answer came, no one emerged around a corner menacingly to cackle and glare a sadistic smile. He was alone for all he knew. His captor was taking their time, wanting to make him sweat even more than he was normally prone to.
The lack of clothes on his body led Will to only one conclusion and if he was going to be assaulted he was going to make it the least pleasurable for his captor as he could. Will paused his screaming and focused on his bladder and dick. It felt unnatural to let his bladder go in such a foreign position. He was no stranger to pissing when he needed to and wherever he happened to be, but halfway reclined back was where he found himself struggling. Once the piss started to puddle on the floor beneath the strange chair he was strapped in there was no stopping its flow. Slowly the stream pittered out and Will clenched his stomach muscles, pushing as hard as he could to expel the last of the clinging droplets.
A loud hiss of an automatic door sounded behind his head, and Will tried his best to crane his neck around to get a good look at exactly who had taken him. He could see nothing. Before he could stop himself his mouth was open and he was hurling out insult after insult. “Fuckin' cocksucker, lemme the fuck outta here. God damn no good ass kidnappin’ motherfucker. If you know what's good for you you'll-what the fuck…”
If Will hadn't of pissed previously he surely would have emptied himself when the thing before him bowed his head politely, opened its mouth and a low garbled tone emitted from the strange, mauve set of lips. Will's eyes widened at the sound and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. This thing, this creature's voice mimicked the static between radio stations. There was no way to understand what it was saying, nor did Will desire to.
The creature sighed, clearly annoyed at not being understood, and it raised its long jet black arm. Its slender fingers stretched out towards Will's agape mouth. If he had been paying close enough attention he would have noticed the extra finger on each hand, but the glittering cosmos swirling in the creature's eyes were more than distracting. There were no irises, nor pupils and Will couldn't look away. Thin gold ribbons swirled around the orbs like spun candy floss.
With a quickness Will had never seen in a human, the thing jammed its fingers down his throat, far past his uvula and scraped the walls of his esophagus with its blunt nails. He gagged against the intrusion, teeth crunching down onto the digits and the creature extracted itself from Will’s throat. A thin trickle of golden fluid oozed from the bitten fingers, drizzling droplets onto the puddle of piss in the floor.
“What the fuck are you?”
Spit from Will’s mouth clung to the tips of its fingers and without hesitation it popped them into its mouth like it was licking the remnants of a tasty treat. Its sharp cheekbones hollowed out as he suckled the spit from the skin and made a dramatic flourish as he swallowed the stolen fluid.
The thing straightened its back, bones crunching loudly in the silent room and it cleared its throat, once, twice and finally opened its mouth and spoke, “I am who is going to gather your data.”
Will’s brows shot to his hairline. He wasn’t entirely certain what was more shocking, the fact that this thing could now speak, what it had stated or the uncanny semblance its voice had to that of Hannibal Lecter’s. The lilt of its accent had the slurring lisp that Hannibal spoke with on specific words. Will had come to adore that lisp, but now, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. This thing didn’t deserve to steal such a voice.
“Why the fuck do you sound like that? What are you? Why won’t you answer anything? What the fuck does collecting my data even mean?” Will rushed out, his chest heaving with the urgent need for more air.
“What they say is true, humans are terribly impatient,” it replied, long legs striding their way round and round the steel chair. “If you would give me a moment to collect all the questions you’ve asked in such quick succession I would be more than pleased to explain.”
“Stop using that voice. It’s not yours.”
“But this is the voice you enjoy the most. Does it not calm you?”
“Not when its attached to that hideous fuckin’ face,” Will spat.
“Oh, yes, I do apologize. My form can be…overwhelming for humans, but I can fix that. Just a moment, please.”
Will watched with wide, unblinking eyes as the thing savagely ripped at its own face. Chunks of black flesh slothed off and slapped loudly on the floor, stray bits and pieces mixed in with the spilt golden fluids that puddled on the floor and Will could only will himself to not vomit at the sight of Hannibal’s face emerging from underneath the thing’s clawing hands.
“No, don’t do that. Not him.” Hannibal had always been Will’s safe place, even through all the ebbs and flows of their hectic relationship he always found himself needing Hannibal, wanting Hannibal when things went wrong. He was the only crutch he could ever fully rely on, even if he happened to be a murderous cannibal. Everyone had their faults afterall.
“This form pleases you. I know it does. I could taste it in you.”
Will couldn’t bring himself to look further down than the things shoulders. Not Hannibal was nude, his body on full display and Will didn’t want his first time seeing him to be tainted by this imposter.
“You’re gonna stand there and tell me you can taste who I wanna fuck?” Will barked a laugh, denial running thick through his veins as he shook his head. Too many strange things were occurring and he didn’t understand how to process whatever the fuck it was that was happening.
He was strapped down, naked, with his therapist’s borrowed voice and visage on some other worldly thing, having a full blown conversation with a puddle of piss beneath him. There was no way he hadn’t been drugged. This was worse than the encephalitis had ever been.
“I can taste your desires, yes,” not Hannibal replied, “you’ve wished to touch this man for years, but never have. You yearn for it in such a way that your fingers ache when he is near.”
“Shudup.”
The thing continued on in Hannibal’s voice, “You hide your desire well, yet there’s an unspoken bond that is much deeper than merely touching skin.” Faint eyebrows furrowed and it stepped closer to Will’s splayed open legs, observing the pattern of hair on his shins, the boney angles of his knees and it reached out a finely manicured hand and ghosted its fingertips up the back of his calf. “Is it love?”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Will denied, jolting in place at the feeling of faux flesh against his sweating skin.
“I would have to disagree,” it whispered, the palm of Hannibal’s hand cupping Will’s knee gently, “I can taste it screaming in your heart. You want this man. Why do you deny it? I am not him, I will not reject you.”
“Exactly, you’re not him.”
Not Hannibal hummed deep in its throat, his fingers gripped harshly against Will’s knee and he pried them further apart. The stirrups shook beneath Will’s feet as he tried desperately to gain some small form of modesty in such a revealing position, but he was unsuccessful. His face flushed bright as he watched it stare unabashedly at his cock.
“Yours appears different from mine,” it commented, reaching down to Hannibal’s cock and rubbing the flaccid flesh, “are they always different?”
Will felt a rush of heat run to his eyes, tears brimming and he choked out a pathetic, “don’t.”
“I have done nothing, how am I expected to ‘do not’ when I have not yet done anything?”
The first tear that slipped down Will’s cheek was met with a sharp gasp of breath from Hannibal’s stolen lungs. The thing had never seen such a reaction from a specimen before. They always passed out from fright when he collected his data and samples.
Intrigued, it leaned forward, close enough for Will to be able to smell the musk of its skin. It smelled exactly as Hannibal always did, perfect.
“Fascinating…” it muttered close to Will’s ear now, the tip of its tongue slithered out to collect the slowly escaping tears. The taste burst on its tongue, it had never consumed something so utterly exquisite before. “Does every human taste like this?”
Its eyes shone brightly as he gazed closely at Will, shock and desire laced throughout its chiseled face and Will shrugged, turning his head away as best he could before responding, “people don’t drink other people’s tears. That’s not a normal thing.”
“They are not edible?”
“I mean, I guess, they are? It’s just fuckin’ weird.”
Not Hannibal paused, taking in the information and it nodded in understanding before slipping a hand into Will’s sweaty hair and it spoke low, its lips ghosting over the shell of Will’s ear, “your love is weird, is he not?”
“Quit talkin’ ‘bout him,” Will warned, but he knew he couldn’t follow through on the implied threat.
“He is a very strange man, your Hannibal Lecter,” it continued on, ignoring Will completely, “he eats people, does he not?”
Will did not reply.
Not Hannibal dipped its head again, swiping up another tear with its tongue.
“Mmm, yes, he does. You enjoy his cooking. I can see you two in the kitchen sharing red liquid, speaking in such elegant words, but you never speak clearly or directly with one another. Why is that?”
“We don’t do direct,” Will explained, not understanding why he felt the need to defend himself to this thing.
The fingers threaded in Will’s hair smoothed over the nape of his neck, gave a gentle squeeze and Not Hannibal trailed his other hand to Will’s crotch. “May I be direct?”
“N-no,” Will shook his head violently, beads of sweat flinging wildly from the movement. “I don’t want him like this.”
“You can lie to yourself, but not me.” It chuckled and ever so slowly slipped his fingers between Will’s legs. “Allow me to gather my data and I will send you back home.”
“I’m not a science experiment,” Will countered, shifting his hips to attempt to clamp his thighs around the wandering hand, but there was no stopping the feather light touches from Not Hannibal.
Its fingers tickled over Will’s balls, growing curious, it rolled the hanging flesh in its palm and marveled in awe at how the skin seemed to move on its own accord. “All humans are subject to be studied.”
“Not in America, we ain't. It's illegal to…” Will paused, struggling to find the right words, his brain short circuiting as heat pooled deep in his belly, “kidnap people and touch them against their will. Y'all ain't got consent on your planet?”
“Consent? No, no such thing exists.”
“Fuckin fantastic.”
“Indeed,” it hummed, its feet growing cold as Will’s forgotten piss coated the soles of them as it moved to stand directly in front of him. Its eyes never left Will’s balls that it cradled in its hand. “Fuckin’ fantastic.”
“Oh, God,” whimpered Will, his cock betraying him at the image of Hannibal between his legs no matter if it was the original or not. This was what he had wanted for so long and his body knew no different even if his brain did.
“There is no God here,” it whispered, “only me.”
Blood rushed to his cock and face, Will squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried his best to think of anything other than the warm hands gently caressing him. It was useless, his cock hung heavy between his legs and his heart hammered in his chest when Not Hannibal sank effortlessly to its knees. It replaced curious fingers with an ever curiouser mouth and Will, unable to stop himself, groaned loudly at the light suction applied to his heated skin.
“Please,” begged Will, but what exactly he was asking for at that moment he couldn't decide. His hips inched down as far as they could go in his confined position, chasing after the lush warmth of its probing tongue.
Will had imagined this exact scenario so many times late at night when only the crickets sang outside in the tall grass. He ached to know what Hannibal would feel like underneath his touch, but with his wrists strapped down to the armrests of the metal chair he was unable to experience just how soft Hannibal’s hair was in a faux form.
Its lips wrapped softly around the tip of Will’s cock, tentatively tonguing at the small dribbles of precum that had steadily leaked from Will involuntarily. Only momentarily it allowed the cock to slip from its mouth as it asked, “Are there parts of you that are not tempting to the tongue?” It waited for no answer before it dived back down, more confident in its movements now. Its plump lips stretched wide around Will’s girth and it did its best to pull another guttural groan from its test subject. All it took was a firm flick of its tongue against the underside of Will’s cockhead and a rough shove of his hips choked a gag out of Not Hannibal’s mouth.
“Don’t stop, Hannibal,” Will moaned, forgetting himself and where he was. His legs shook and metal rattled as his body’s natural reaction to having a mouth on his cock took over. His dick didn’t care who or what it was, all it knew was that a set of lips mirroring Hannibal’s were wrapped around his pulsing flesh.
A low groan sounded from between Will’s knees and before he knew what was happening a smooth, lubed object was delicately thrust into his ass. He didn’t shy away from the foreign object, but instead worked his hips down into the pressure. “Oh, fuck.” Will’s voice rattled as he peeked an eye open to peer down at Not Hannibal. Golden, honey eyes stared right back up at him, a deep blush settled on its cheeks and the image was too much for Will. His stomach tightened, his hips stiffened and he flooded his cum down its eager throat.
As eager as it was to swallow down all that Will had to offer it had to remember why it was even here. Why it had taken the time to visit and borrow this man. Gracefully, it rose to its feet and grabbed a glass vial and promptly spat Will’s cum into the vessel.
“Thank you, Will Graham. Your mind and body are…otherworldly,” it praised while carefully storing the sample in a small cooling chamber.
Will stared dumbfounded at such a quick succession of events. Just a moment ago this thing was sucking his cock with all the fervor Will had ever seen and now, it was nonchalant and done with him.
He knew it was an odd request to make, but he couldn’t stop the words from rushing out of his mouth as he asked, “could you kiss me? I want to know what he feels like.”
The thing smiled softly, its skin fading into a light mauve and reverting back to its original form just as quickly as it had shifted into being exactly what Will desired the most on Earth.
“I would suggest you ask Hannibal that very same question.”