My fic for the #StandByMe event (asexual!hannigram) on @hannigramacethetic (with the added bonus of it being Hannigram Day~)
This is ABO set during season one, with omega!Will and alpha!Hannibal, who happens to be asexual.
Will stared at Hannibal where he stood—casual and unaffected, even with the screen door still between them and what must be a plethora of pheromones seeping out of the house—on the porch, his heat obliterating any sense of modesty he had that may have at one point called to cover up.
The sheets were twisted around his ankles and Will lay bare for anyone to see. It was not an invitation, but was really his own need for fresh air and his assumption no one would be stopping by. After all, you didn’t just wander passed his house or even into Wolf Trap.
One, and then all of his dogs, clamored to the door to greet Hannibal. Happy tails wagging and nails clicking on hardwood. Hannibal waited until Will grunted, a sort of ‘come in’ that didn’t require a wave of his hand or words from a too tired head.
Hannibal said hello to the dogs first. He reached into a paper bag and threw small chunks of some sort of meat to them. Will pushed himself up on his elbows to watch Winston catch one in the air.
Hannibal set his bags on the chair near the door, then took his coat off and hung it there it too. He went into the kitchen and brought Will a tall glass of ice water with a straw circling inside and set it on the end table by the bed.
Hannibal stood looking down at Will. Now that he was closer, Will could smell him. There were those stable alpha scents that made him warm and his toes tingle and kept him calm and afloat on the sea of monstrosities and now in heat too. Will bit at his fist leaving deep teeth marks that reddened and hurt. He tilted his head back and flattened himself on the mattress. The plateau was wavering.
The dogs, after a moment, lost interest and wandered back to their own everyday lives.
Between them there should have been some shame somewhere in the room, an effort on someone’s part to get a sheet, but Will couldn’t scrape enough to make it tangible and Will had a feeling Hannibal didn’t bother indulging in shame very often if at all.