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You make holes in me and little slits
You use as mouths for you to kiss
- Flowers of Flesh and Blood, song by Nicole Dollanganger
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Mason separates them as soon as the meal is over. Hannibal watches with barely controlled rage as Will is wheeled away from him, to some other horror in the house. They don’t do the same with Hannibal. No, instead they slowly approach him, Mason offering him a simpering smile as he draws closer to Hannibal’s end of the table, eyes raking over him. Hannibal smiles back politely, determined not to let Mason have the upper hand.
“You know…” Mason draws, his eyes flickering over to Cordell for a minute, “it may just be your lucky day, Dr. Lecter. Cordell and I have recently begun a new… project , and now that I’m taking a closer look at you, you may be just what we’re looking for…”
Cordell’s eyes light up in sadistic delight as he takes a step forward into Hannibal’s face. He leans forward and inhales sharply, his eyes rolling back in his head as he breathes in the Alpha’s pheromones.
“Oh, yesss, he’ll do quite nicely, I think,” Cordell says, eyes gleaming. Mason looks thoughtful.
“Right… take him to the pen and strip him. I want to see exactly what I’m working with here,” Mason says. Cordell nods eagerly and grabs a hold of Hannibal’s hand truck and wheels him out of the dining room and back in the direction of Mason’s pig pen.
Ten minutes later and Hannibal is swallowing a snarl as Cordell secures his wrists to a wide metal bar over his head. His feet are also currently tied in place, keeping him centered in the middle of his own pen, just big enough to fit him. Hannibal has been stripped and stands completely naked, aware of Cordell’s wandering eyes.
The door slams open and Mason arrives, eyes flashing with pleasure behind his glasses. He wheels forward to take a good look at Hannibal, his eyes pausing suggestively over his thick uncut Alpha cock.
“Hmmm, yes… I do believe you would make a great stud, don’t you, Cordell? His physique is ideal, his seed would undoubtedly help sire plenty of strong male Alphas… it would be quite profitable, I daresay,” Mason said. Hannibal couldn’t help the growl that began low in his chest, threatening to flow from his mouth as he caught the greed in Mason’s eyes. Mason saw the change in his posture and twisted his mouth in something resembling a smile.
“Well, Dr. Lecter, seems your fate of becoming my meal will have to be put off just a tad longer,” Mason said. “I’m going to keep you in this cage and I’m going to advertise you as my prime Alpha stud. People will bring their omegas for you to breed, will pay a premium stud fee for your seed, and I’ll be sure to milk you for all that liquid money in your cock even while you’re not breeding some omega slut.
“Then, when it suits me, I’ll start taking your limbs and eating them in front of you. You don’t need your legs to come, after all. Or your arms, for that matter. I’ll keep you alive for the seed alone, and then one day I’ll eat you. You’re my cash cow now, Dr. Lecter. And in the end, I always eat the cow,” Mason finished, looking triumphant. Hannibal twitched against the cuffs binding his wrists above him and felt the metal dig into his skin. He was stuck.
“Right, enough of that… Cordell, brand him and set him up for his first session. I’ll call a couple Alphas who have already expressed interest in breeding some of their omega sluts. Too bad Graham is a beta, otherwise I would have used him as the first hole for the alpha to breed,” Mason said.
“Do you still want me to do with Graham what we had planned earlier?” Cordell asked. Mason’s smirk twisted further.
“Of course, Cordell. Tend to the stud and then prepare Mr. Graham for his surgery,” Mason said before he grinned in satisfaction and left the stable.
Hannibal was determinedly silent as Cordell pressed the hot brand into his back, searing and permanently marking his skin with the Verger coat of arms.
“You’re Verger property now, Lecter. And the inaugural alpha for the new Verger Stud Farm. It’s an honor, really. Now,” Cordell said, detaching the metal bar from the hook on the ceiling and placing it into hooks in front of Hannibal so that he was stuck kneeling on his hands and knees on the floor in his pen, “it’s time to get some seed out of you.”
Cordell fitted a long collection tube to Hannibal’s cock and then attached him to a machine that sat behind him. Without any warning or preparation, Cordell pushed the arm of the machine into Hannibal’s hole. Hannibal grit his teeth against the pain and pulled on the restraints instinctively, earning him a shock with the cattle prod Cordell wielded in his hand.
The arm of the machine fucked into him steadily, pushing right up against his prostate. Against his will, his own arousal began to grow and then he was aching for an omega’s spread legs in front of him to thrust into. Sweat dripped from his brow and then, too soon and not soon enough, his knot was forming and locking himself further into the device around his cock and then he was coming, his seed spilling out of his cock and filling the bottom of the collection tube attached to him.
As Hannibal rode the aftershocks and his knot began to deflate some time later, Cordell collected the semen and bottled it, waving it triumphantly in front of Hannibal.
“People are gonna pay a lot of money for this seed,” he said. Hannibal snarled again and lunged forward, pulling against his chains, and groaned in frustration when he couldn’t break loose. Cordell smirked.
“We’re going to break you , Lecter. All good studs come in aggressive and feral and eventually, they are all broken. You’ll be good and tame by the time I’m done with you,” he said, shocking him with the cattle prod again for good measure.
“Mason should be back soon with some omega hole for you to knot; until then, I’m going to cut off your favorite beta’s pretty face,” Cordell said.
Hannibal thought immediately of Will, hoping for once in his life that Will’s pheromone blockers wouldn’t wear off too early. While on the way to Muskrat Farm, Hannibal had begun to smell the first signs of the omega’s heat. Hannibal feared heat would overtake Will and out him as an omega before he could get them to safety.
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Will tried to strain against the thick straps holding him securely to the table. He blinked against the bright white light above him, and horror rose within him as he realized he couldn’t move. He blinked rapidly again, taking in his surroundings, and swallowed thickly when he recognized the man’s looming face above him as belonging to Cordell.
“Good news and bad news. The good news is, until recently, a full face transplant was almost unthinkable. But medical science is a fast-moving train. First, I'll lift your pretty mush right off, and then I'll expose the blood vessels and major connections of Mason's face, then lay yours straight on top,” Cordell says, smiling widely down at Will.
Will begins to panic, fear blooming in his chest as he watches Cordell lean down closer to him, scalpel in his hand. He brings the scalpel to his face and Will’s eyes widen in fear but suddenly, Cordell stops. Inhales. His eyes darken. Will gulps, suddenly all too aware that he can feel the flush of his heat beginning to overtake him, rendering his pheromone blockers useless.
“You, Mr. Graham, are a sneaky one,” he says. “Too bad for you pheromone blockers are no good against the onset of an omega’s heat. Oh yes, I can smell your heat now, you’re just dying to be filled, aren’t you? Look at you, an unmated pretty little omega whore. And most importantly,” he says, grin shifting into a malicious smirk, “you’re breedable.”
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The machine has taken three loads from Hannibal now, and Hannibal is still nowhere closer to breaking free. He’s still in his pen, his hands splayed before him and his knees spread wide enough for the arm of the machine to thrust into him to milk him.
But then, the machine turns off. Hannibal’s head snaps up as he hears the doors to the barn slide open and voices begin to fill the room. Mason has returned, but it isn’t with some random omega. Instead, he comes in with Cordell, who is pulling a restrained Will behind him. Hannibal catches Will’s scent from across the barn and his own pupils dilate as he realizes Will has entered his heat. Will meets Hannibal’s eyes and Hannibal knows that it’s over, even Cordell and Mason have now figured out Will is an omega. And now they have brought him to break Hannibal in.
“Well, well, well, you two are quite. the. troublemakers,” Mason says, punctuating each word with growing menace. “I’ve had enough of your shenanigans. I’ve got the perfect plan for both of you.”
Cordell yanks Will forward, dragging him towards Hannibal’s pen. Hannibal can see the panic growing in Will’s eyes and tries to reassure him with a soft glance back but then Will comes closer and oh his pheromones are back in full swing and are completely overwhelming Hannibal’s senses. Instinctively, Hannibal’s cock starts to thicken once again and he can’t help but eye the omega in heat coming ever closer to him.
Cordell opens the door to Hannibal’s pen and, discarding Will to the ground behind him, steps forward to kneel in front of Hannibal, bringing them face to face. He unhooks Hannibal’s wrists from the metal bar that is keeping his hands on the ground one by one before handcuffing his hands, one on each side, to the metal bars of the pen that keeps him enclosed.
Hannibal is now still on his knees, secured relatively tightly in place, but having one hand handcuffed to each side of the pen means he is able to slide his hands up and down the full length of the metal bars. He yanks again, experimental, and knows that the metal is too tough to tear away from; there is no escape. Cordell removes the machine from behind him and takes the collection tube off from around Hannibal’s cock.
His cock is now heavy and dripping with precome, the scent of omega too much to ignore. Cordell sees and smirks before stepping back to grab something Mason hands him. As Cordell comes close once again, Hannibal sees that it’s a bite mask. Cordell ties it to Hannibal’s head and the mask slides into place. It’s white and plastic, the bottom half completely solid save a couple of holes for him to breathe out of near his mouth.
“Now, we can’t have you mating with an omega, that defeats the whole purpose. This mask will prevent that,” Cordell says arrogantly, tightening the mask around Hannibal’s head. Hannibal glares up at him but Cordell knows he has the upper hand, and takes pleasure in flaunting it.
He hauls Will forward and throws him to the ground, forcing him into submission by holding him in a chokehold as he ties Will’s hands and feet to the bars on the side of the pen. He has positioned Will on his hands and knees in front of Hannibal, his feet tied past Hannibal’s hips. Will’s ass is a mere few inches in front of him.
Hannibal takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, desperately fighting against the instinct to mount, fuck, breed, bite . This is Will , and Hannibal doesn’t want to do this to Will, especially not like this. Will is desperately fighting against his bonds even as his instincts cry out for an Alpha’s cock to fill him. Cordells closes the gate to the pen and then takes a step back to watch alongside Mason, leaving Hannibal and Will alone inside the small breeding pen.
“You’re going to breed that little fucktoy, Lecter. Otherwise, I’ll start cutting his limbs off without anesthetics and then Mason will eat him in front of you before killing him,” Cordell says. Hannibal lunges towards him but is brought to a quick halt by his own bonds and he growls in frustration, the adrenaline in him beginning to spike. Will is practically shaking underneath him and god his scent Hannibal tries to look anywhere but the desperately blank back of Will’s neck.
“Just do it,” Will grinds out. “Please, Hannibal,” he says quietly, so quietly that only Hannibal can hear. He thinks about refusing but Cordell already has saws out and he really doesn’t want to see Will cut to pieces before him. Hannibal scoots closer to Will and leans over him as far as his restraints allow and Will’s pheromones fill his nose once again and he can no longer resist. He rubs his thick cock along Will’s pink, puckered hole dripping with slick and hears Will gasp beneath him. Then, in one fell swoop, Hannibal pushes inside.
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Will groans loudly against the intrusion. God, it burns . Will feels tears begin to form in his eyes as Hannibal keeps pushing in and Will feels as if he is being torn in two. He can’t help the instinct to push his chest further down against the hay beneath them, exposing more of his ass to Hannibal in presentation. Hannibal growls low in his throat and then thrusts in sharply. Will rears his head back in pain, his face contorted with the effort not to cry from the drag of Hannibal’s cock deep inside of him.
“Oh, you are a pretty little fucktoy, aren’t you, omega slut?” Mason says, drawing closer to watch what’s happening with interest. “That alpha stud is going to knot you so good you won’t be able to move for hours afterwards and then you’ll be carrying his seed inside you, bred like the little cockslut you are.”
Will feels Hannibal’s muscles stiffen at Mason’s words, clearly irritated, but the words seem to have the opposite effect on his cock. Hannibal snaps his hips harshly against Will, his hips slapping against the flesh of Will’s ass and Will moans then, the pain finally turning to pleasure. The sounds seem to further awaken something and Hannibal and then Hannibal is desperately pulling on his restraints, trying to break free in order to hold Will down.
Hannibal fucks into Will aggressively, each thrust punctuated by low snarls as Hannibal claims him. Will moans again, the sound turning more into a whimper as Hannibal hits that sweet bundle of nerves inside of him. Will keens as Hannibal continues to fuck against it, and then Will is suddenly aching for so much more of him.
“ Alpha …” Will moans, surprising even himself to hear the term fall from his lips. Hannibal growls and is pulling on the restraints even harder and Will can hear the metal bending before snap! and the handcuffs keeping Hannibal tied to the sides of the pen are broken. Once his hands are free, Hannibal’s hands immediately clutch at Will’s hips, holding them in place as Hannibal slams into him again and again. Hannibal reaches up and rips the bite mask off of his face, throwing it to the side.
Mason’s and Cordell’s shouts are filling the room and then Cordell is shocking Hannibal with the cattle prod. Hannibal barely flinches, turning to grab the cattle prod from his hand before flinging it to the other side of the room. He grips the back of Cordell’s neck and hauls him close enough to rip the man’s throat out, swallowing the flesh he pulls. Cordell slumps to the ground, dead, and Will keens as he feels arterial spray cover the skin of his back.
Hannibal yanks the restraints off of his own feet and then takes all of the restraints off of Will, all with his cock still buried in Will’s ass. Hannibal withdraws and Will moans at the loss of his cock.
“Alpha…” he whines, turning to look at Hannibal over his shoulder. Hannibal’s eyes widen with lust but he grips the base of his cock determinedly before shaking his head at Will.
“Will, we don’t have to anymore, you’re free… we’re both free, Will,” Hannibal says gruffly, the lust and desire still in his throat. Will glances up to see that Cordell is, in fact, dead and Mason is quite unable to stop him seeing as he’s paralyzed.
Will drops his head between his shoulders and says lowly, “I don’t care, Hannibal… need this, want you… ”
“Oh, Will…” Hannibal says, gathering the omega’s body back into his arms and slipping back inside. Will moans loudly, pushing back against Hannibal to take his thick cock deeper inside.
With his hands free, Hannibal is able to do everything he had wanted before; he rakes his hands over Will’s body possessively, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. He bites Will’s shoulder and Will cries out in pain, but keeps baring his neck and shoulders to Hannibal for more. Soon, the whole area is dripping with Will’s blood from where Hannibal has scratched at his skin or bitten into him.
“Knot me, Alpha,” Will pants, and Hannibal sees red. He pushes Will’s chest down to the hay and tilts his hips upwards as he thrusts into Will’s heat, snarling his pleasure. Will can feel it as Hannibal’s knot begins to form and Will whines, needing Hannibal covering every inch of his skin.
“Bite me,” Will moans.
“Will, no-” Hannibal gasps out, stubbornly trying to keep his head straight. But Will spreads his legs wider, trying to take Hannibal even deeper.
“Please, Alpha , I want it, I want to be mated-” Will says between moans, and Hannibal can hardly resist Will when he begs so prettily.
Hannibal pins Will’s hands to the ground as he covers the entirety of Will’s body with his own. He picks up the pace and his knot swells even more until it’s pushing at Will’s rim. Will obediently exposes the back of his neck for Hannibal, whimpering from the pain of the knot as Hannibal leans forwards and grasps the side of Will’s neck tightly before sinking his teeth into the meat of his neck, deep enough to break the skin.
Will cries out in pain but there is pleasure in the way Hannibal’s teeth feel in his skin, as if they were always made to be there. Will feels the heat grow in his belly and then he’s coming, coating his stomach in his own come. His muscles clench around Hannibal’s cock and he hears the alpha growl against his skin.
“Fuck , Alpha… ” Will says as Hannibal comes deep inside of him, his knot locking tightly inside of Will to prevent any of the come from slipping out. Hannibal gathers Will’s pliant and thoroughly exhausted body close to his chest and turns them on their sides so that Hannibal can hold Will from behind, arm draped possessively around his chest.
Hannibal glances around to note that Mason has left, likely knowing Hannibal will rip him to shreds the next time he sees him and choosing to run while he has the chance. As much as the bloodlust is boiling in his skin, Hannibal holds something he never thought he’d have- Will Graham, sated and happy beneath him, now his bonded mate. He reaches down to nuzzle against Will’s neck before sinking his teeth into the wound he’d left on his neck, intent on making sure a deep scar is the result of his labor. Will lets out a soft whimper of pain but Hannibal strokes his chest comfortingly through it, and Will goes limp in Hannibal’s arms.
When enough time has passed for Hannibal’s knot to deflate so he can slip out of Will, they find that Mason was indeed dumb enough to return, and with more men. Hannibal smiles wickedly before springing into action, shielding his mate from harm. He descends upon the men with savage righteousness, ripping into their skin and bathing in the blood of those who would threaten his omega. He leaves Mason for last, slitting his throat and watching the blood pour from him before he turns back to see Will, standing bloody and victorious, having killed a couple men of his own.
The alpha doesn’t give Will any choice of retreating to a more comfortable place; Will’s heat rages on with a vengeance and Hannibal can’t ignore the insistence of his rut, and they fuck among the remains of their enemies. Will fancies the bodies are Hannibal’s courting gift to him. Flowers. Flowers made of flesh and blood.