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Trapped in a system where omegas are little more than trophies to be bought and sold, Will Graham has done the unthinkable by escaping a forced bonding. Already in high demand as a profiler, Will's determined to find freedom on his own terms.
For Hannibal Lecter the outlook is far more straightforward: a slow, systematic seduction of the most uniquely captivating omega he's ever encountered.
As the shadow of a new and terrifying serial killer falls over Baltimore, the stage is set to redefine all accepted meanings of passion, temptation, horror and beauty – and to discover the ecstasy of a genuine love crime.
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Will’s hands trembled as he grabbed his phone, the screen’s blue glow casting shadows across his pale, sweat-slicked face. His thumb hovered over Alana’s name, but something stopped him, a pull, an instinct, a need for someone who could see the fractured edges of his mind without flinching. He scrolled to Hannibal Lecter’s number instead, his heart thudding against his ribs like a trapped animal. He pressed call…
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The muzzle. The no-bite mask.
Hannibal held it between them, unhurried, as though presenting a rare artifact for study. “You embarrassed me tonight, Will. You toyed with me.”
The sight of it hit Will like a blow. Memories slammed into him—prison walls, cold chains, the taste of metal and shame. Branded, displayed, caged like something dangerous and other. Rage rose hot in his throat, clashing with the sudden, traitorous pulse of arousal that coiled in his gut. His breath came faster, caught between a snarl and a moan.
Hannibal let the silence spool out, luxuriating in the storm crossing Will’s face. He waited until Will’s eyes burned with both fury and hunger before speaking again, his voice silk drawn over a blade.
“If you are going to act like a bad dog…” Hannibal lifted the mask with slow, deliberate weight, the gesture as inexorable as judgment itself. “…then I will treat you like one.”
OR Part 2 to ‘Can you Handle Me the Way I Are?’ where Will spends the night teasing Hannibal and being a slut. Hannibal knows Will is seeking punishment and decides to give it to him—with an erotic item from their past—the no-bite mask, treating Will like the pathetic dog he is.
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- Part 2 of Marriage & Muzzle - Hannibal NBC
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Hannibal was still several feet away from Will when he slowly brought the sword he had kept behind him into view. “You seemed quite enamored with this a few weeks ago. Your intrigue inspired me to bring out its full potential.” Much like I did with you.
Will smiled nervously, his heart picking up pace again. “Oh? Is that so?”
Hannibal brought the sword to Will’s face, brushing the flat side of the blade against his cheek. “Shall I demonstrate?”
Will breathed heavily, the cold metal kissing his old scar. His eyes fluttered, unsure if Hannibal was bluffing. He swallowed hard before speaking, grasping at the taut fabric of the couch cushion. “Do you know your way around a sword?”
Hannibal smiled wickedly. “Less than you, I’m afraid. However,” as he spoke, he turned his wrist, the edge now running along Will’s vulnerable skin. He applied pressure, and gently dragged the blade until Will hissed. Not bluffing. “I’m quite familiar with its consequences.”
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“I… I feel like you’re the only person I can trust,” Will said finally, voice raw, almost a confession.
“You can trust me,” Hannibal replied, tone hushed, intimate, “even when it feels like you cannot trust yourself.”
Something inside Will seemed to break open then. His eyes flicked toward Hannibal, shadowed and glassy, a tremor running through him not entirely born of illness. His voice dropped lower, rough with something more dangerous than fear.
“Hurt me.”
Hannibal went very still. His eyes searched Will’s face, dissecting him with silence. The weight of the pause was almost unbearable.
Finally, his voice came soft, careful, cutting. “Is your desire for pain… self-deprecating?” A measured beat. His gaze sharpened, intent. “Or sexual?”