Chapter Text
6 weeks in.
"What would you like to be called?" Will asks curiously. He's laid on his back on Hannibal's bed, What To Expect When You're Expecting in his right hand and his left hand tangled in Hannibal's hair. Hannibal was between his legs, laying on his stomach, pulling Will's shirt up and kissing and rubbing circles on his tummy.
The past few weeks had been so good to Will. The only bad physical symptoms he was experiencing were nausea and heartburn. He kept mango pineapple lemonade and omeprazole close by. Other than that, the pregnancy hormones were keeping him in a wonderful humor. That and how sweet Hannibal had been. Making him homemade meals, coming to the doctors appointments and holding his hand, fucking his brains out whenever he wanted. He had been so attentive, catering to Will's every whim. It was so foreign to Will, it made him feel guilty, but Hannibal was nothing if not reassuring.
"What do you mean?" Hannibal asks, resting his chin on Will's belly.
"I mean, who's going to be Daddy and who's going to be Pop Pop?" Will chuckles.
Hannibal crawls up Will's torso. He comes to his face, biting and nipping across his jaw. "I think we know who'll be Daddy," He hums, nudging his nose against Will's cheek. His hands fly to Will's ass, bringing his hips up and pressing the two of them together. He kisses all across Will's skin.
Will shifts, arching his back slightly, and sighing. "Seriously though, which would you prefer?"
Hannibal hovers above him, resting on his elbows. "What about Papa? I'll be Papa and you'll be Dad."
Will smiles. "I like that…" He takes his book and lays it face down on the nightstand next to him. "Come here…" He clasps his hands around Hannibal's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. He lives for the weight of the older man on top of him. He hooks his legs around Hannibal's hips, pulling him tight. He kisses him deeply, passionately. He can't get enough of him. He pulls away, playing with the tag on the inside of Hannibal's shirt. "Do you have anything else you have to do today?"
"I'm all yours," Hannibal tells him.
"Perfect."
-
Will sighs, arching his neck, pushing his head back into the sheets. He was twenty minutes into Hannibal's knot and he just came again. He catches his breathing, closing his eyes, and just enjoying the feeling of being so full. He knees were glued to Hannibal's sides, holding him between his legs. Hannibal engulfed his smaller frame, completely surrounding him. Hannibal rolls his hips at a painfully slow pace, drawing out the softest little breathless moans. His face is in the crook of Will's neck, hot breath hitting his skin. He pants as he can't help the words spilling from his lips. "My love… my everything… What I wouldn't do for you…"
The air catches in Will's throat, he's taken back from Hannibal's devotion. One hand is on Hannibal's neck, the other holding his shoulder. Will exhales, "When I said make love to me I didn't think you'd take me so seriously…" He scoffs, laughing, teasing Hannibal. Hannibal pulls away from his neck and looks at him.
Big, brown eyes glued to Will's; he looks at him like he's the only other man in the world. His stare is dripping with longing. His eyebrows are turned up, eyes twinkling against the low warm light of the room. Will searches his gaze, looking at him in wonder. He notices something that makes his chest ache.
Will suddenly realizes the extent of Hannibal's love.
"You'd really do anything for me, huh?" Will says, expression turning soft. He cups Hannibal cheek, brushing his thumb against Hannibal's cheek bone. Hannibal's stare never leaves him. Will grabs Hannibal's cheeks, gently squishing his face.
He wants to test this theory.
"Harder," Will commands. Hannibal obeys, thrusting his hips forward so hard Will moves against the bed. The younger man lets out a string of long, loud curses. He arches his back and cries out, breathing hard. He keeps his eyes on Hannibal, holding his face still.
Will can't get too distracted. "Slower now," Will tells him. Hannibal rocks into him slowly, easily. The older man's face is pathetic, pitiful and his eyes are desperate, like a little needy animal. Will could just about eat him.
Will pulls his hand from Hannibal's face and brings his index and middle fingers to Hannibal's mouth. "Open," He says. Hannibal parts his lips and lets Will push his fingers into his mouth. "Suck," Will demands. Hannibal listens, gently sucking on his fingers. He closes his eyes, weak in the knees from Will's commandments.
Will takes his free hand and brushes Hannibal's hair back. He coos softly, "Good boy… good boy…" Hannibal whimpers, still bucking his hips forward at a gentle pace. Will bites his lower lip, enchanted at the sight in front of him. "You're so good to me… You're such a good boy, Hannibal…"
Hannibal pulls Will's fingers out of his mouth and leans down, pressing his forehead to Will's chest. His thrusts come to a halt. Will feels his skin suddenly get wet and hears little sniffles from Hannibal. "Honey…" Will murmurs, his hand in Hannibal's hair. "Are you okay?"
"I was so alone before you…" Hannibal lays his cheek against Will's chest. "I never thought… I assumed I'd end up alone… Now, I have you and you've given me such an extraordinary gift. You've given me a family."
"Hanni, it's barely even the size of a pea right now," Will reminds him.
"Still… it's a promise. It's a creation of the both of us. I've never been happier…" Hannibal looks up at Will. An idea that's been circulating around in his mind finally finds itself on tongue. "Will?"
"Hmm?"
"I…" Hannibal brushes Will's curls from his face. "I've been looking at this home. Just thirty minutes outside of Baltimore. There's land, a stable and a barn. Lots of room for your dogs. It's beautiful. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms. There's a study where I could see patients. It's-"
Will's eyes get wide and he blinks slowly. "Are you…"
"Would you want to live together?" Hannibal watches Will's expression. His pupils are wide but his eyes are darting back and forth. Hannibal tries to backtrack. "It's soon, I know, but I want to be there through everything. You don't have to answer right now."
Will licks his lips and begins to think out loud. "It makes sense. I mean, we'll be raising the kid together. It'd be wonderful to come home to you every day, have you near," He brushes Hannibal's cheek with his knuckles. He pulls Hannibal up by his chin, leaning in for a kiss. He presses their lips together tenderly, enjoying the feeling of having Hannibal so close. He pulls away. "I want to see the house before we set anything in stone but… yes. Let's live together."
Hannibal kisses his cheek over and over, making him laugh. "Whatever you want, my love…"
-
Will sits in an uncomfortable chair in front of Jack's desk. He bounces his leg up and down and rubs his fingers together. He did not want to do this but he knew he had to. Hannibal, in the chair next to him, reaches his hand out and places it on Will's.
"He's going to understand. It's going to be okay," Hannibal says lowly, rubbing his thumb over Will's knuckles.
They were meeting Jack to tell him about Will's condition. Something Will knew he would have to bring up even though he riddled him with anxiety. Jack's response to finding out he and Hannibal were together had been less than agreeable so he was scared to hear his thoughts on this. Hopefully, he could remain professional.
"Good morning! Apologies for the tardiness. Can't get good coffee these days without waiting in line for twenty minutes," Jack walks in, coat in hand, coffee in the other. He rounds his desk, placing his jacket on the back of the chair. He pulls the chair out and sits down. Once he's settled, he finally pays attention to the scene in front of him. His brow furrows. His tone is thick with concern. "Will, are you alright?"
Will shows a frowned smile and nods quickly.
"Well… you wanted to meet to tell me something," Jack leans back in his seat, holding his hands together in his lap. "I'm all ears."
Will hooks a finger in his collar, pulling at it. "I can't assist with the murders anymore. I can't go out in the field."
Jack purses his lips, trying to understand. His eyes dart to Hannibal, whose focus is solely on Will. He looks back at a fidgety Graham. "Is there a reason…?"
"We're…" Will swallows. He turns his head to Hannibal. In an instant, he feels relaxed. Just seeing him, knowing he's there for him makes him calm down. He sighs and drops his shoulders. "We're expecting."
Jack's eyebrows raise up. Will chews on his lower lip. Here we go.
"That…" Jack begins. A big, warm smile flashes across his face. "That's wonderful news, Will."
Will looks at him, confused, and blinks rapidly. "You're not mad?"
"Mad? Oh no. Will, a child is a beautiful thing. Planned or unplanned," Jack says gently. "You are off field duty effective immediately. You're absolutely right. It is way too dangerous to have you out there… Are you still planning to teach?"
"I wanted to give you time to find someone else… I plan on staying for the next three months but then I'm resigning," Will tells him.
Jack nods. He sighs, "The Academy is sure going to miss a clever mind like yours. But I completely understand," His attention turns to Hannibal. "You take care of him."
This immediately rubs Will the wrong way. "I can take care of myself," He snaps. He stands up slowly. He grabs his stomach and leans forward slightly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go throw up."
-
The day went on slowly. Will had taught his class with minimal nausea and fatigue. Hannibal had packed him his favorite lemonade and crackers. Hannibal spent the day with patients, advising them on their problems. His mind was elsewhere, only thinking about the evening, when Will would be over and they could spend the night together. He made a beautiful dinner for the two of them; pork loin with a cranberry glaze, garlic mashed potatoes, and a baby spring mix salad. But the instant the scent hit Will's nose, he started crying. Hannibal had asked him what was wrong. Will told him as grateful as he was for the food, all he really wanted was sauerkraut and green olives. Hannibal caved, supplying him with the freshest treats. The two ate comfortably, easy conversation lingering in the air.
Will is sitting on the couch, pressed against the arm, with his phone in his hand. He was scrolling through photos of the house Hannibal told him about. It was everything he dreamed it would be. Open floor plan, big windows, wrap around porch. There was even a path to a lake about a mile behind the house. Will daydreams about taking his kid there, teaching them how to swim and fish. He couldn't believe that Hannibal was willing to buy this house for him, all while knowing how much Will had in savings. He told him it was only fair he provide a gift, since Will was doing the same.
Will looks up from his phone and looks across at the other end of the couch. Hannibal is sitting, facing forward with one leg over the other, and his iPad in his hand. Will knew without question he was reading Tattlecrime. He wished Hannibal would stop obsessing over Freddie Lounds. He couldn't tell though if her attention on him infuriated him or enticed him. Will had known about Hannibal's extracurricular activities and even participated in steering Jack in the other direction when clues were pointing toward Hannibal. It didn't bother him. Werewolves have to eat and sometimes animals were not enough to satisfy the cravings. He understood it.
Will stares at Hannibal. He watches the Alpha scroll on his tablet. He sees him purse his lips and hold his chin with his free hand. Those lips. So soft and inviting. He thinks about those lips traveling across his skin, down his neck and across his chest. His eyes move down to Hannibal's arm. His shirt is tight against his bicep, showcasing his bulging muscle. Will bites his lower lip. Curse these damn pregnancy hormones.
Will sits his phone face down on the coffee table. He brings his legs up and perches himself on his knees before falling forward on all fours. He crawls over to Hannibal. He comes to his neck, right at his scent gland, and inhales him deeply. He reaches to Hannibal's iPad and locks the screen. "Ignore her," He whispers, sitting the tablet on the side table next to the couch. Hannibal doesn't protest. Will kisses his cheek, saying there for a moment, relishing in the feel of Hannibal's cool skin. He pulls back and tilts his head down, coming in and pressing the top of his curls against Hannibal's cheek.
"Feeling some type of way?" Hannibal purrs. His hand comes up with Will's hair and he pets him, scratching the back of his head.
Will looks at him through heavy lids. He comes to Hannibal's neck, flicks out his tongue, and licks a stripe across his skin. Hannibal shivers and sighs. Will kisses up from the base of his neck up to Hannibal's ear. "Wanna have some fun, big guy?"
Hannibal growls playfully and in one swift movement, he scoops Will up, stands up from the couch, and throws the younger man over his shoulder. Will lets out a loud, excited bark of laughter as Hannibal carries him up the stairs.
-
Will leans back, holding himself up with his hands behind him on the bed. His legs are wrapped around Hannibal's waist and he's sat in his lap. His back is arched as he rolls his hips down, grinding on Hannibal's cock. Hannibal is gently pumping into him but making Will do most of the work. Will sighs, throwing his head back, closing his eyes and forcing his hips down over and over at a faster pace. Hannibal's hands are at Will's hips, guiding him back and forth, up and down. He takes one hand and smooths it over Will's stomach, then glides it up his chest, pawing at his pec, playing with his nipple. The other hand wraps around Will's cock, squeezing firmly as he strokes him time with Will's hip movements.
Will whines, head falling forward, eyes still shut, as he bucks his hips down, pressing against his sweet spot. Words he's been dying to say for most of his adult life teeter on the edge of his tongue. As an omega, he craved to be bred. He never liked talking about it in bed though, due to his irregular heats and lack of an understanding partner. He felt like he could voice this with Hannibal though. He could play into it. Chin tilted down, his eyelids lift up and his eyes meet Hannibal's. Will looks hungry, like he could devour the man inside him. "Fill me," It comes out like a whisper at first, too timid to fully go through. He lifts his chin and looks at Hannibal directly, whose gaze is solely focused on him. "Fill me, fill me, Hannibal. Put your pups in me. Fill me up with your cum."
Hannibal's lip curls up into a snarl. He pulls Will up, leaving him empty. Only for a moment, as he lays the omega down on the pillow and enters him again. He takes Will's legs and pushes his knees to his chest, opening him up as best as he can. He begins pounding into him, pushing in and out and eliciting loud, pitiful moans from the man underneath him.
"Fuck! Breed me, Alpha!" Will cries out, clinging to Hannibal's shoulders. He whines lowly and pushes his hips down to meet Hannibal's thrusts. "Fuck me! Breed me, claim me!"
Hannibal grunts loudly, very obviously affected by Will's chanting. He leans in and bites at Will's neck, just under his scent gland, and sucks his skin. "Ah, ah, ah!" Will wails, digging his nails into Hannibal's back and scratching him as hard as he can.
Hannibal comes to his ear and barks, "You're mine, you hear me? No one else gets to have you, just me. You're all mine, no one else's. I'm going to breed you and make sure everyone knows you belong to me."
Will gasps noisily, goosebumps etched across his skin, dick throbbing between his legs. He couldn't possibly get wetter but he does. Hannibal reaches down and beings stroking him again in time with the motion of his hips. Will feels positively overwhelmed, consumed by Hannibal. He can't get enough of Hannibal. He wants more, more, more. He shudders as Hannibal scratches down the sides of his bicep.
Will feels a warm sensation course through his veins, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. The pressure is building up inside him. He can tell Hannibal is close too from the stirring of his hips. Will cups Hannibal's face and whimpers, "Come inside me, knot me, please I want to feel you.."
Hannibal bares down, slamming his cock into Will's hole, forcing out long, loud moans of pleasure. He shudders and feels a chill down his spine as he begins to knot Will, coming hard and hot inside him. His cock inflates, getting harder and thicker inside the omega. He thrusts, almost a little too hard, and punches out a cry from Will, instantly making him cum all over his stomach.
Before Will can catch his breath, he grabs Hannibal by the face and pulls him in for a deep, slow kiss. He sighs softly as their tongues rub together. His hands tangle in Hannibal's hair, trying desperately to get him even closer. He pulls away slightly, lips still against Hannibal's, "I love you. I love you so much," Tears begin to well in his eyes. "Never leave me. I want you, just you, always you."
Hannibal presses his nose to Will's, his hips rock gently, "I'm not going anywhere, my beloved. I'm all yours, always."
Will inches away further now. He feels an intense wave of emotion wash over him. Tears begin absentmindedly rolling down his cheeks and his bottom lip quivers. Hannibal looks at him with great concern. "I just wanted to be wanted…" Will's throat feels tight.
Hannibal sees it clearly. Never having played into his breeding desires before now, never having been knotted until recently… He could see how badly Will ached to be wanted, desired. Hannibal's heart burns in his chest. He leans down to the younger man and kisses away his tears. "You are wanted. You are so, so loved. You are everything to me, Will. You have no idea what you do to me. You've changed my world," Hannibal nudges his nose against Will's cheek. "You've stopped time. I don't have hang ups about the past or the future anymore. I'm right here, in the present, with you… I love you."
Will scrunches up his nose and kisses Hannibal once more.
-
Hannibal watches as Will lays on his stomach, fast asleep. His curls are mopped over his forehead, unruly. His face is squished against the pillow, mouth open and gentle snores emitting from his nose. Hannibal watches as Will's back rises and falls from him breathing. He's clothed in one of Hannibal's old t-shirts, way too big for him but super comfortable. That and a pair of plaid boxers.
After a few hours of sex, Hannibal lulled Will to sleep just with the power of his hands all over his body, massaging his muscles. Hannibal loves being able to affect him like that just with the use of his hands. He loved the power he held. He loved that he could relax Will with his touch, which in turn helped their unborn baby. Hannibal sighs, as happy as one man could possibly be.
Hannibal leans over to the nightstand and pulls out a small, black box. He brings it over to Will, holding it at the elbow at his side. He pushes the lid open, revealing a champagne gold wedding ring. He stares at the ring, then at Will, then back at the ring again. He shuts the box and places it in front of his chest. His hand flies to Will's hair, combing it back.
"Soon, my love… Soon."