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“Will Graham, is that right?” Hannibal called back after he passed by Will in the hallway. Will came to a halt, eagerly turning on his heel, not having expected to be recognized.

“That’s right, Dr. Lecter. You remember me?” Will was flattered. As a student, he’d learned under Hannibal numerous times and he remembered those times fondly. Hannibal was an excellent teacher. Since then, Will had moved around some different hospitals and gained more experience. He was a certified first assistant now, and had come full circle back to Hannibal’s hospital. That decision may or may not have had something to do with the charming surgeon.

“How could I not?” Hannibal asked with a warm smile. Will blushed, noticeably.

“I’m sure you’re busy,” Hannibal started, but Will shook his head.

“I have some downtime, I’m just getting reacquainted with the hospital today.”

So did Hannibal. He invited Will to join him in his office to catch up, an offer Will couldn’t possibly pass up. A one-on-one conversation with the elusive Dr. Hannibal Lecter? He could just hear the envious gossip from his fellow students.

“I’ve missed seeing your face in the OR, Will. You were an impressive student,” Hannibal said, taking a seat at his desk. Will sat across from him and beamed.

“I’ve missed learning under you,” Will replied, fiddling with his fingers shyly now that he was actually in an enclosed space like this with the doctor.

“And now it appears you’ve come back to work under me. You’re eager to be under me, aren’t you, Mr. Graham?” Hannibal chuckled, absentmindedly organizing some papers on his desk.

Will took in Hannibal’s demeanor, checking to see if he was reading this right. It seemed he was, but he opted to err on the side of caution. “Uhh,” he stuttered a moment, “Very much so, Doctor. I’ve always admired you.”

“Well perhaps we can arrange for you to come under me in a more private setting sometime,” Hannibal continued flirting, catching the assistant’s eye contact and smirking ever so slightly.

A nervous laugh bubbled out of Will. He felt butterflies in his stomach, a soft throb in his crotch, at the thought of one of his ultimate fantasies being fulfilled. He’d thought about this, gotten off to it, more times than he could begin to count. He readjusted in his seat, unsure how to respond.

“If you’re interested, of course,” Hannibal continued, sensing Will’s nerves, his clear dedication to professionalism. It was cute.

Will replied as fast as he could without interrupting, “I’m interested. Yes.”

Hannibal stood from the desk, walking around to the other side to sit on top of it. 

“I look forward to working with you,” Hannibal said, tone soft and enticing. Will’s pupils practically turned into hearts as he looked up at the doctor, almost starstruck.

Hannibal leaned down, taking Will’s jaw into his hand tenderly to pull him into a kiss. Will hummed against Hannibal’s mouth, awkwardly reciprocating. He could feel Hannibal smiling and was deeply embarrassed, but more than that, he was in heaven.

The next day, Will and Hannibal were set to work together. Will was nervous, so nervous that it crossed his mind to quit, which would have been crazy. He’d fought for this job. He just didn’t know if he could handle being around Hannibal. He didn’t know if he could focus like he needed to, the events from the day before were all he could think about. He felt like he was an animal in heat.

He fucked up. Multiple times, in multiple ways. He knew he would. Just little fuck ups for the most part. During their first surgery together, Hannibal laughed it off. Asked him if he was alright, told him nerves were normal, told him to take a deep breath. He functioned fairly well through that first one, but during the second one, he was very shaky trying to apply sutures. He had bad aim, he was taking too long.

“Mr. Graham. Do you need me to take over?” Hannibal would ask, concerned as he and the rest of the team watched Will struggle.

“No, I’m sorry, I’ve got it,” Will said back, mortified, and it steadied him for a moment until Hannibal stepped closer. Will could feel the heat of his body next to him, he could smell him, and it was far too distracting. 

Hannibal would end up offering his hands to take the tools from Will, wordlessly finishing the job himself. Will was humiliated. He saw the anesthesiologist chuckle.

Hannibal didn’t further confront Will after they were finished. He didn’t even spare him a glance when he left the operating room, Will just took care of clean-up and had to go on his way.

He looked at himself in the mirror, washed his face, tried to pull himself together. He told himself this wasn’t a job where you could fuck up because you’re horny. He told himself Hannibal wasn’t going to want him anyway if he kept acting like this.

During their final surgery of the day, Will made his worst mistake. He grabbed a scalpel by the wrong end. As the blade pressed into his palm and Will gasped, Hannibal startled everyone in the room when he raised his voice.

“Graham,” he started, in disbelief. He softened his tone when he saw how red Will’s face was, the gloss over his eyes like he was going to cry. “You’re done for the day. Go sit down over there and wait for me.” He nodded at a chair in the corner. 

Will started to mumble an apology but Hannibal raised a hand to quiet him, then promptly got back to work.

Every conscious eye in the room was on Will as he shuffled to the corner of the room and slumped down into the chair, removing his bloodied gloves, one torn through and useless. He tossed them on the floor beside him and sniffled, using a thumb to put pressure on the gash on his hand. He felt he’d ruined his chances at this point, that it wasn’t worth trying to salvage anything. He decided he’d tell Hannibal he wasn’t feeling well, admitting to coming to work sick was much less embarrassing than the truth.

When the procedure was finished, Hannibal rushed everyone out of the room. He insisted he’d clean up on his own after the patient was wheeled out. Everyone started to leave, but Will stayed seated as he hadn’t been personally dismissed like they had. 

“Will,” Hannibal would start, shaking his head. He was cleaning up after himself, disposing of everything properly. 

“I know you can perform better than this, I’ve seen it. What’s going on?”

Will fought his tears, did what he could but failed to prevent his voice from cracking when he replied, “I’m just not feeling well today, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come in.”

“Don’t lie to me, Mr. Graham. You are easy to see through,” Hannibal said, beginning to remove his protective equipment. Gloves, gown, goggles, mask. Will looked up to watch him do this, to watch him undress into his black scrubs underneath. “Is this about yesterday?”

He hesitated, then decided to be honest. 

“Yes… I’m just… Distracted. I’m sorry, Dr. Lecter. I’ll get myself together.”

“Do you need help getting yourself together?” Hannibal asked, approaching Will and getting down on one knee in front of him. Will’s heart skipped a beat. Hannibal opened his hands to take Will’s injured one into them, and Will obliged.

“That would be—”

Will couldn’t finish before Hannibal brought the hand to his mouth, flattening his tongue against it and dragging it up and over his wound. Will’s lips parted as he watched, occasionally glancing at the very much unlocked door, but Hannibal’s eyes were up on him the whole time. He licked again, cleaning up the blood. He even grabbed Will’s other hand that had been holding it, licking the blood off of it as well. He took the bloody thumb into his mouth and sucked on it, and that’s when Will finally locked eyes with him. He tried to find words but couldn’t. This was, by far, the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

“Looks like you don’t need stitches. Good thing, I would hate to have to send you home so soon,” Hannibal said when he pulled away, of the wound that had stopped bleeding by this point. He got up to get the tape, and Will watched as he walked away, enthralled. He clumsily pulled off his mask and goggles while he waited, dropping them on the floor.

Hannibal found the wound closure strips, fishing out a few. He got down on both knees in front of Will again. Will looked down him with wide, curious eyes as he secured them onto the cut, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. 

“You’re quiet, Will,” Hannibal observed, smoothing a thumb over the strips once they were applied. 

“Sorry. I’m just… I don’t know why you’re interested in me.”

“I was always interested, even when you were just a student. You were smart, endearing personality. Quite pretty too,” Hannibal said with a smile.

Will blushed, averting eye contact. “Pretty enough that you can overlook how bad I am at my job?” he muttered.

“I know how you work when you’re not distracted. I won’t lose you over a bad day.”

Will nodded, he knew Hannibal was right. 

“Thank you.”

Hannibal put his hands on Will’s knees, spreading them. He took Will’s surgical gown into his hands and swiftly tore it so it wouldn’t be in his way, then he brought himself between his legs.

Will allowed himself to instinctively push his hips forward, meeting Hannibal’s torso with his crotch. 

“You’re very welcome.”  

“Dr. Lecter…” Will started after a beat, tentatively lifting his bad hand to weave fingers through the doctor’s silky hair, to then rest it on his cheek. Ignoring the dull pain.

“Mr. Graham,” Hannibal replied, subtly leaning forward even further into the crotch begging for him.

“I’ve never, umm… This would be my first time,” he admitted, embarrassed.

Hannibal cocked his head a bit, into the direction of Will’s hand.

“Is that so? Would you like to postpone? I would hate to deflower you somewhere so clinical,” he said with a smirk.

“Deflower me?” Will asked with a laugh. “No, I, uh… Like clinical.”

“Do you?” Hannibal smirked, “Let me take a look then,” He said, tugging at Will’s scrub pants. Will lifted his hips to let Hannibal pull them, and his boxers down so he was sitting bare on his seat.

Hannibal lowered his head between Will’s thighs, and Will put a leg over his shoulder to grant him more access, like he’d seen in porn. He relaxed back, heart pounding in his chest.

Hannibal could smell him, feel the heat radiating from him. He kissed Will’s inner thighs, he bit and sucked on them.

He nuzzled his nose forward into his bush, opening his mouth and breathing him in, then breathing out. Will shivered at the feeling of hot breath, whining and pushing his hips forward again to ask for more.

Hannibal pushed his tongue between slick folds, flicking it over the hard clit he felt waiting for him there. He couldn’t resist sucking on it, Will had been on testosterone for quite some time and he had what was effectively a little cock. 

Will gasped and whimpered. He grabbed Hannibal’s hair, tugging him back. 

“Fuck, that’s— that’s a lot,” He breathed, and Hannibal relented, amused, but didn’t pull his head back all the way. Will caught his composure, then would grind forward onto Hannibal’s face, almost riding it. Hannibal allowed this, sticking out his tongue and keeping it flat. He hummed at Will’s taste, musky, almost sweet.

Will moaned, so relieved to be getting friction. He’d relax after a minute of that, allowing Hannibal to take the reins back. He dipped his tongue forward into Will’s hole, lapping at it. He was so wet Hannibal could feel it making a mess of his face. He tongue fucked him, the sounds of Will’s helpless whimpers fueling him to keep going with fervor. 

When he felt he could take it, Will would use the grip on Hannibal’s hair to lift him up a bit, wordlessly imploring him to suck on his clit again. Hannibal happily obliged, taking the swollen clit between his lips and sucking gently, tenderly, as to not overstimulate him.

It took mere seconds for Will to reach orgasm, he bucked forward into Hannibal’s mouth as he rode through it, holding his head there almost aggressively. Hannibal felt he was falling in love, Will’s grasp on his hair, unforgiving, made his cock stir.

”Wait,” Will breathed between little moans, finally pulling back and letting go of Hannibal’s hair when he was finished, “I don’t want it to be over.”

“It doesn’t have to be over,” Hannibal reassured him, sliding a finger through the mess left on his face, and offering that finger to Will’s mouth. He took it in, sucking his own taste off of it without a second thought. He hummed, he tasted good, and Hannibal’s finger felt good in his mouth. 

“Can you fuck me on the table?,” Will requested boldly once his mouth was free, and Hannibal chuckled.

“That’s quite unsanitary, Mr. Graham.”

He got up though, offering a hand to Will. He took it and stood on shaky legs, going over to the operating table and lying down once he finally removed that gown, and his shirt. Hannibal noted that he could’ve done a cleaner top surgery job. He also finally had the mind to go to the door and lock it.

Will lowered a hand to his pussy, dipping two fingers between the lips and shuddering at the sensitivity he found on himself. He was wetter than he could remember himself ever being. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking the taste of himself from them eagerly. Hannibal stood by watching, intrigued.

“You’re… A bit of a slutty thing to be a virgin, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been pent up, Dr. Lecter,” Will whined lewdly, needy puppy dog eyes blinking up at Hannibal. A harsh overhead light glared onto him but he didn’t mind. He was illuminated for Hannibal, every inch and contour of him visible and inviting. “I need you.”

Hannibal hated how well that worked on him, his cock throbbed. “It appears that way,” Hannibal replied quietly, lowering a hand to stroke his cock over his pants.

Hesitant to leave Will’s side, Hannibal did, to go find a scalpel. He brought it over, pulling it from its package and giving Will a pointed look as he held it from the proper end. Will glared at him playfully.

“This is how you hold a scalpel.”

“How do you use it?” Will shot back. He was hoping Hannibal wasn’t bluffing.

After removing the protective sheath on the blade, Hannibal lowered it to Will’s neck. He kept it at an angle, so he could drag it from there to his lower abdomen slowly, gently enough not to cut him. He truly only intended to tease him with it, to indulge him in his little kink. Will shivered as he felt the blade, watching Hannibal’s expression instead of his hand. He could tell he wanted to do it. He was holding himself back.

Hannibal’s mouth was practically watering at the thought of slicing into Will, sucking blood from him. 

Will would grab Hannibal’s hand suddenly, pushing down further on the blade and helping him to make a superficial cut.

Shocked, captivated, Hannibal pulled his hand up, watching blood pop up in dots along the line. Will pulled him back down again and did the same thing, cutting a little deeper of a line alongside the other one. Hannibal let him do it without resistance, then made a third cut, along his entire abdomen horizontally, all by himself. Will grinned, he loved the sting. Loved Hannibal’s courage.

The cuts were shallow, just enough to draw a bit of blood. Hannibal put the scalpel down on a tray and raised the table higher. He lowered his head, licking his lips before savoring the blood, pulling his tongue along the lines gingerly. The metallic flavor was one he was all too familiar with, one he adored. He felt Will’s flavor was special, though.

Will held onto the doctor’s head with both hands, his hair was so touchable. He was so touchable. 

Hannibal sucked on the cuts, wishing they’d bleed more. He picked the scalpel up again and Will flinched as he dove in to make another cut, a deeper one, but nothing too serious. He’d suck on this one too, tonguing at it to encourage more blood flow. 

“You can go deeper,” Will granted, letting go of his head. “Harder,” he said, a tease.

Hannibal shook his head and spoke against Will’s skin, “You don’t want stitches.”

”Don’t speak for me,” Will said, and that was enough for Hannibal.

Will whimpered as Hannibal sliced into him, deeper, harder. The scalpel plunged in, dragging through his flesh, creating a short yet deep cut. He started to go to grab Hannibal’s wrist, instinct to stop him, but he stopped himself instead.

“How was that?” Hannibal asked before putting the scalpel down for good and going forward to Will’s skin again, lapping at his new, bloodier wound. His hands found their way to Will’s waist, and he caressed him much gentler than the way he’d just cut into him.

“That was good,” Will murmured, melting under Hannibal’s touch, closing his eyes underneath that light. He could feel the tip of Hannibal’s tongue in his cut. The pain was tender, dull. An ache, almost. He was quickly learning to enjoy that.

Hannibal had to lower one hand to tend to his cock again as he sucked on the fresh wound. Will noticed and found himself needy again, his pussy ached for his touch.

“Dr. Lecter,” He interrupted, whining when the doctor bit his cut, sucking truly as if he were a vampire. It was hot how into it he was, Will wondered if he’d done this before.

“Will.” Hannibal replied shortly after, in between tending to the little gash.

“Please,” he whined, lifting his hips uncomfortably.

Hannibal promptly put a hand between Will’s legs, pushing his two middle fingers into him and pumping them in and out, rubbing up against his g-spot. Will softened under his hand, pushing back to match the rhythm. He moaned contentedly, it sent a warmth through his body.

“You’re so much better at this than I am,” Will mused softly.

Hannibal laid little kisses around the cut he was making out with. “I like to think my knowledge of anatomy helps me in that regard,” he murmured.

When he’d drained what he wanted from his victim so to speak, Hannibal pulled back and assessed the damage. Will’s skin was pink, irritated. The cuts themselves were immaculately clean, pretty even.

He would pull his fingers out of Will, stepping around the table to put them in his mouth. Will sucked, swirling his tongue around them, big beautiful eyes up on Hannibal, who was watching him like he was an angel. He leaned down to kiss him, and Will was eager to taste his blood on Hannibal’s tongue. Hannibal broke away when Will whimpered against his mouth, teasing the sensitive boy.

“Let me get you fixed up,” Hannibal said, stepping away to wash his hands before grabbing supplies from cabinets. Will watched him, looked him up and down, deathly curious about what his body looked like under those black scrubs that looked surprisingly hot on him.

“Do you want to be numbed?” Hannibal asked.

“No. I want to be fucked,” Will replied, pout audible in his tone.

Hannibal chuckled. “Brat. No numbing it is,” he decided, then walked back over to Will.

Positioning himself at the edge of the table, Hannibal set his supplies down on a tray then grabbed Will’s waist to pull him down, to line his crotch up with the edge as well. He pressed a button to lower the operating table, stopping it right where his cock would be lined up with Will perfectly.

The feeling of Hannibal’s strong hands wrapped around his waist sent Will spinning, then he felt a hard cock against his pussy and couldn’t help but to grind down against it.

“Please, Dr. Lecter,” Will begged, and Hannibal feigned a pitying look.

“Relax, Will,” he said, lowering himself to suck once more on the deep wound he made, as a little bit of blood was pooling around it again. When he straightened back out, he pulled his scrub top off, then dropped his pants. Will sat up, propping himself on his elbows to get a look. He hummed, Hannibal was statuesque.

“Down,” Hannibal instructed with a little smirk, and Will obeyed, lying back down.

Hannibal wrapped a hand around his cock, not that he needed to, and gave himself a few strokes. He lined up his tip with Will’s hole, rubbing it up then down, getting it wet. Will’s breathing got heavy with anticipation, and he bit back a whine as he felt the tip of Hannibal’s cock rubbing against his clit.

After thoroughly teasing him, when Will’s eyes had fluttered closed and his mischievous demeanor had dissipated, Hannibal pushed forward, slow and steady, into his hole. Will’s warmth engulfed him, he was a little tighter than Hannibal was used to. The surgeon groaned, and he anchored Will by holding onto his thighs as he finished pressing his full length into him.

Will gasped when he started to feel fuller, then moaned obscenely when he was filled up. It felt better than his toys, better than he could’ve expected. It was so warm, and Hannibal’s hips felt so good flush against him. 

“Now, I’m going to have you stay very still for me,” Hannibal breathed, squeezing Will’s thighs before helping him wrap them around his own waist. Will did just that, holding Hannibal there like his life depended on it.

“No, please,” Will pleaded to no avail, rutting down against Hannibal. Hannibal stayed still, pulling his gloves on before cleaning up the wound site.

“Keep us warm while I stitch you up, darling,” Hannibal pressed. Will melted, he couldn’t continue to protest after that.

Hannibal prepared his suture thread, then pressed the needle into Will’s skin. Will sucked in a sharp inhale, then winced at the tugging feeling from the thread going through him. Each pinch of the needle was painful, but he only squirmed a few times, occasionally turning his head either way from discomfort. 

“Very good,” Hannibal praised him when he was finished, it took seven stitches to close the wound.

“All done?” Will exhaled, it felt like he had been holding his breath the whole time. 

“All done. You sat beautifully for me.”

”Does that mean you’ll be nice to me now?”

Hannibal laughed, then detached Will’s legs from him by his thighs, pushing them forward so his knees were closer to his chest. He pulled back then rocked his hips forward slowly, then back again, listening to the pretty whimpers coming from Will, ones he himself was embarrassed by.

“Harder, Doctor,” Will pleaded once again, and Hannibal had to reward him. He smiled before slamming forward into Will with a grunt, then repeating, nice and hard. Each thrust shook Will, and made him moan like a porn star.

Hannibal set a rhythm, fucking Will rough and increasingly faster. Hannibal’s head tipped backward, he tried to maintain stamina despite being as close as he was to orgasm. He tried to tune Will out but couldn’t, he was filling the room with the sweetest sounds. It crossed his mind that he was fucking a virgin, he was taking Will’s first time. His young former student had practically begged him to be his first. 

“Oh, Will,” Hannibal moaned, slowing down when he realized he needed to really pace himself. “Can I…?”

Will looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, and grinned. “You’re asking for permission?”

Hannibal nodded, never stopping his rocking motions in and out of his assistant. Beads of sweat peppered his forehead and his eyes were half-lidded.

“Please,” Will said once more.

This replenished Hannibal’s energy, he started thrusting into Will again, deep, hard, almost animalistic. He went until he couldn’t anymore, at which point he delivered a few final rough thrusts, then stilled as he came, moaning, hips jolting forward when it was more intense than he’d expected it to be. 

“Fuck,” Will breathed, wrapping his legs around Hannibal’s waist again to pull him in and hold him there, inside him. He had felt the pulses, it was an addictive feeling.

Hannibal worked to catch his breath, hands trailing over Will’s thighs and squeezing them affectionately. 

“Did I provide care to your satisfaction, Mr. Graham?” Hannibal asked, looking down at his pretend patient, who was looking back up at him adoringly.

“I’m more than satisfied.”

“Good,” Hannibal started, then pulled back out of Will’s hold.

“You’ll do better for me tomorrow, then?” He asked, walking around the table to lean down and kiss his assistant, a kiss that was much less awkward than their first one the day before. 

“Yeah,” Will replied once Hannibal pulled away, cheeks pink and a content smile on his lips. “I just needed this.”

“I know you did,” Hannibal said, caressing Will’s cheek with his thumb before helping him to sit up on the table. 

There was the sound of a jiggle of the door handle, perfectly timed.

“I should get going,” Hannibal said, “Let’s do this again sometime, Will.”

“Please.” Will said it one final time, getting up and pulling his clothes on, walking on deer legs to clean up the room once Hannibal dressed himself and left, content with how his first time unfolded.