A Taste of Betrayal
This is the first in a series of Hannigram first sexual encounters. Each chapter is an unrelated one-shot fic that explores different aspects of their relationship and how it might develop into a sexual one. Some will be angsty and rough, some will be tender and fluffy, some will be during show canon, some will be season 4 timeframe, etc.
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Will handed Hannibal a glass of whiskey. “Here, from the bottle you got me. I had been saving it, but this seems like as good a time as any.”
Hannibal sniffed it. “I generally prefer wine, but I’m happy to share this with you, Will.”
The night sky outside Will’s house was dark. The moon and stars hidden behind storm clouds.
Hannibal looked contemplative and rubbed his thin lips together. “I have not been back here since you’ve been released from prison. The air smells different than before. The house has been changed, just as you have.”
Will sized Hannibal up, moving to sit down, his fingers tapping against the glass he held. “Betrayal will change a person. The vibrations between us our different now.”
Hannibal leaned forward in his chair, unbuttoning the front of his suit jacket in one smooth motion.
“We can rebuild something better now, Will. We can become our true selves now, together, and lay bare who we really are in front of one another.”
The words sent a strange tingle up Will’s spine, one of trepidation and also of desire. He was aware of these feelings he sometimes had for Hannibal, more aware of them now after the betrayal and also more bothered by them. They made reaching his end goal more tricky, muddled how he really felt, and made where Hannibal’s feelings began and his own ended more and more hazy.
Hannibal always talked in these euphemisms. They never outright expressed their desires, but their eyes spoke volumes. They knew what the other meant.
“I regret the disruption in our development, Will, but I believe we can evolve beyond this into something more natural and advantageous to us both.”
Maybe it was the whiskey getting to his brain, but Will was tiring of these wordplays. The slithering way Hannibal refused to take responsibility for framing Will, for the pain he had caused.
“I said before that I had to deal with my feelings for you, Hannibal. But do not mistake that to mean that those feelings will end up on a positive note, that they will bring you what you want.”
“What is it you think I want, Will?”
“I think you want many things all at once. You want me. To mold me into a creature of your own design. Partially out of curiosity, partially out of a desire for companionship, partially to see what i will do. How you can change me, bend me to your will.”
Hannibal smirked. Taking another sip of his drink, their eyes locked together.
“I would like to bend your will to mine this time …”
Will’s eyes darkened, hatred and desire mixing together into a poisonous, unstoppable force in his mind. He wanted the man in front of him to become undone at his hand.
Hannibal’s smile widened. “And what would you like to see me become at your hand, Will?”