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Hannibal and Will have been together for centuries. They’ve seen nations be born and die, they’ve seen an uncountable amount of plays and operas and enjoyed the widest variety of delicious dishes. They’ve drank unmeasurable drops of blood, drained thousands of humans, and watched as the light faded from their eyes. Yet Will could never get tired of this.
He watches mesmerized as Hannibal sucks from the young woman’s wrists. He is holding her hand, with their fingers intertwined, and it makes Will feel a pang of jealousy. It’s irrational. At this point, after spending so much time together, it’s silly to think that Hannibal would leave him, especially for a human. Still, he moves to his side.
“Are you hungry still, darling?” Hannibal stops drinking to ask him. Will had finished drinking from his human faster than Hannibal.
He looks at the vampire’s mouth, red from the blood, and dripping.
“Um, well, yes, but…” He grabs Hannibal’s chin between his thumb and index fingers, then licks the blood dripping down until he gets to the corner of his mouth. He pushes his tongue past Hannibal’s lips, and kisses him, open-mouthed and filthy. He bites playfully at his lower lip and pulls back. “Mhm,” he hums, pleased. “I want to drink it from you,” he whispers.
Hannibal’s eyes sparkle, pupils blown wide out of devotion for his husband. The love of his life. His soulmate.
Without complaint, he sucks the blood of the woman again but doesn’t swallow, then turns to Will, offering his mouth. Will smiles and accepts. He holds the back of his head gently and pulls him closer to kiss him.
He moans as soon as their lips touch, the sweet and metallic flavor of blood invading his senses. He parts Hannibal’s lips with his tongue, letting the blood flow to his mouth. Hannibal’s tongue brushes against his’, sending shivers down Will’s spine. Will swallows as much of the blood that Hannibal feeds him as he can, but there’s so much of it that some drops escape them, dripping down their chins, but they don’t stop kissing. Will’s fangs bite playfully at Hannibal’s tongue, and the vampire moans, encouraging him to keep going. It’s addictive. Intoxicating. Will wants to devour him. It’s probably the closest thing to heaven he’ll experience.
When they part, Will licks the blood that has stained Hannibal’s chin and the corners of his mouth. “Mn. More.”
Hannibal strokes his lower lip, brushing against the sharp end of his fangs. “Such a greedy, beautiful thing,” he says.
Will chuckles and waits for Hannibal to suck more blood out of their victim to feed him. Hell. He’s so in love with him.