Infinitives Series Part 5: Necare, Captivare, Subcumbere
Whelp, looks like we got here people: Hanni in a collar. It had to be done, and I hath done it. May the BDSM Hannigram Gods bless me with their favor.
To Kill, To Take Captive, To Submit: AO3 link here
Chapters 3/3: Now Complete
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Genre: Fluff and Smut, Light Angst
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Under-negotiated Kink, Mentions of Past Trauma, Will Graham Has An Active And Disturbing Imagination
Kinks: Dom/sub, Sadomasochism, Dom Will, sub Hannibal, Collars, Bondage, Spanking, and So Much More! Also, Murder.
Summary: Will and Hannibal commit their first premeditated murder together, and Will builds a kinky playroom. Much fun is had by all! (Well, except for the dead guy. He doesn’t have a great time.)
This one got long, but hopefully it’s chock full of juicy goodness! Thank you to everyone, like @tiggymalvern, @krey-9-jorce and @joanielspeak, for giving me encouragement and support through my freak outs writing this. You have no idea how much that meant to me. Anyway--
Here’s an excerpt from chapter 3:
Hannibal’s lip curved.
“And here I thought you had just ‘finished,’” he quipped with a glance at Will’s crotch, licking his lips.
Will smiled, face and chest warming. “Hardly. Now that I’ve taken the edge off, I can give you the attention you deserve,” he said, brushing a rough thumb across Hannibal’s mouth before slipping it inside to pull down on his bottom teeth. Hannibal gave it a soft bite, his eyes smoldering.
“And what attentions might I have to look forward to?” he pried, voice low and husky. Will noted a soft rocking of his hips with a low chuckle.
“Nothing that’s going to get you off any time soon,” he said blandly, with a mocking pat to his cheek. “So, you might as well put that out of your mind.”
With that, Will stood, smirking a bit at Hannibal’s pouting glare. He walked off, feeling Hannibal’s eyes follow him as he went to go open another cabinet.
“And in answer to your question,” he continued, wrapping his hand around a heavy wooden handle. “First…I’m going to paddle your bottom.”
He smiled to himself, enjoying the way his tongue and lips formed the word ‘paddle’, then turned back around. He found Hannibal watching him—amused, one brow raised in an unimpressed arch. Will pointed at him with the paddle.
“You shouldn’t be scornful of the classics,” he scolded with a smirk.
Hannibal didn’t reply, but gave a little shrug with his eyes, conceding to at least the principle of the point.
“Now,” Will said, placing the flat of the paddle under Hannibal’s chin. “After I use this on you, I’m going to want you to tell me what it felt like. So, make sure you pay attention. Understood?”
Hannibal’s eyelids were lowered, his lips parted softly with his chin slightly tilted up by the paddle. “Not be cheeky,” he said, in a tone that conveyed quite the opposite. “But with your ample imagination, I’m sure you can…” He flicked his eyes up. “…deduce that for yourself.”
Will didn’t answer at first. Then, he pushed the paddle up further, forcing Hannibal’s head up and back so his collar pulled tight on the cord attached to his cock. Hannibal let out a sharp, barely audible ah at the strain, his mouth falling open further as his breathing grew labored.
“…I want to hear it from you,” Will stated, clear and calm. “I want you to describe it with as much detail and specificity as your ample vocabulary can manage. I want to know how it feels for you. Have I made myself Do?”
Hannibal swallowed thickly. “Yes,” he whispered, sounding choked.
Will held him there for another beat before dropping. Hannibal’s head fell forward with relief, and then quickly jerked back up with a wince as the motion yanked on the hook in his ass.
“Good.” Will said brusquely. “Let’s get started.”
(Cont. ch3 here)