to whom i pray
e, longfic, in progress
main tags: sub hannibal, dom will, total power exchange, developing relationship, heavy bdsm
“Is that what you want from me?” Will asked softly, taking one step into the patch of light. “A god?”
“You’ve already assumed that title in my mind.”
Will gazed at him for a moment, unblinking. “You know what sort of god I’d be,” he finally murmured, both a warning and an invitation, issued with the acerbic curl of his lips. It made Hannibal’s heart quicken.
“I know what sort of God you are,” Hannibal echoed, desire clutching him. “Merciless, imperious, jealous… demanding. Nothing less than the god of the medieval Christians. He drove thousands of men and women into monasteries under oaths of poverty and celibacy, a sacrifice freely given under the all-consuming power of their devotion.”
In the wake of their rebirth from the sea, Hannibal surrenders himself into Will's hands, but even the faith of God's most devoted servants is tried and tested.
