Fic: Hungers To Sate
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thenaughtymissloundsTitle: Hungers To Sate
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Pairing: Hannigram (Will/Hannibal)
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Word Count: 2,349
Summary: Will can't sleep, Freddie Lounds has gotten entirely too much on his nerves with the way she keeps trying to manipulate Abigail. He calls Hannibal to talk and the good doctor has the perfect way of relieving his tension.
Tags: Phone Sex, Self Masochism, Masturbation, Dirty Talk. Mentions of: Torture, Mutilation, Blood, Restraints, Choking, Death, Cannibalism.
He couldn't sleep and he knew he needed to. The ripper wasn't just going to turn himself in and the less sleep he had the less effective he was going to be at catching the monster. He rolled over and looked at the clock. Two forty-five in the morning. He had to be up in mere hours and he dreaded it. If he got to sleep within the next thirty minutes and slept until his alarm sounded or one of his dogs started to bother him, he would be okay for the day. Slowly he got up and put on his glasses.
Grabbing his phone he stared at it for a moment before calling Hannibal. The guy must have some advice for helping him unwind enough that he'd actually get sleep. Besides, the only thing on his mind had been Freddie. She had messed with Abigail and he didn't like that, it bugged him. She was a horrible bitch and couldn't see past herself and her own motives to understand what she was doing to the poor girl.
After a moment he put the phone to his ear, would it even wake Hannibal? Would he already be awake? He started to head down to his kitchen, maybe if he made some tea or something, he wasn't sure. He really just wanted to stop thinking about this and go to sleep. Jack would keep Freddie away as she was already on very thin ice with the authorities, he hoped she knew better than to continue. It didn't stop him from wanting to take matters into his own hands though.
"Will?" The dark, sleepy voice answered. It sounded like he had been woken up and Will suddenly felt bad. Here he was knowing hope important it was to get sleep and he had bothered someone who had been sleeping just fine.
"Yeah I...I couldn't sleep and I need to get some. I won't be able to function if I don't but I can't. I...keep having these...these thoughts." He tried to explain. Amazingly all of his dogs went undisturbed in the other room, though they seemed to be used to him doing stuff like this at night. Unless he was in some state of duress or sleepwalking they tended to stay put.
"Thoughts of what?" Hannibal asked him and on the other end he heard a click, probably Hannibal turning on a light. Will wasn't sure he really wanted to admit how bad the thoughts were so he figured he'd start off vague, tiptoe around it and get Hannibal to draw it out of him first. That way he would feel like he wasn't in danger of being called 'insane' because a psychiatrist had prompted him to talk about such horrible things.
"Freddie. I don't like her." He said, unable to keep the hatred out of his voice as much as he wanted to.
"No one likes that bothersome woman. Is this about her meeting with Abigail?" Hannibal asked him. He leaned against the counter and nodded his head slowly, then remembered he was on the phone and Hannibal couldn't see him. That voice though, that voice was doing things to him, it was kind of odd. Such a seductive way of speaking to someone over the phone. A small chill ran through him.
"Yes. I can't help but...wish bad things on her and I know I'm not that person...I'm not that person...right?" He asked, needing reassurance. It was more that he wanted to be assured that he wouldn't actually harm Freddie but thoughts of it were relatively normal. Which they were, as long as a person could separate thoughts from reality, and though those lines were starting to blur for him he was still aware of where they were.
"Thoughts of harming another person only become dangerous when they are put into action. I have no reason to believe you would harm Ms. Lounds, you should feel free to discuss the feelings you have about her." Hannibal assured him. With that, he relaxed a bit more. He was getting permission to do this, it made him smirk and started to arouse him a bit more.
"How do you feel about her?" He asked, though this was just a thinly veiled tactic to feel better about his own thoughts, it was also an attempt at getting pleasure. To hear that voice describe some horrific acts on a woman who truly deserved it, the thought just ended up making him completely aroused. He moved and picked up knife from the counter, running his fingers lightly over the sharp blade as he waited, the phone clasped between his shoulder and his ear.
"I feel she is undeserving of the tongue she uses to speak and the hands she uses to write. Though people like her tend to usually get exactly what they want." Hannibal told him, "In a perfect world, your perfect world, how do you think she should be dealt with?"
"When I was talking to her today, her voice was just so incredibly irritating, it grated on me. I thought, someone should wrap their hands around her scrawny little neck and squeeze." He breathed heavily into the phone, pushing the point of the knife into one of his finger tips. He was unaware that he was speaking with a much more confident and darker tone. His darkness had begun to surface, and ironically he was most happy this way though he knew it couldn't be an all the time thing.
"I would tend to agree, that voice is not something I ever look forward to hearing again but I doubt I will get the pleasure of going without." Hannibal told him.
"If, as you assure me, it's okay to have these thoughts then I assume you have them as well. What do you think? How would you deal with that little pest problem?" He asked. He was getting more and more drawn into this little fantasy world where it was him and Hannibal giving that bitch what she deserved. Making sure Abigail was never bothered again by the likes of her scum sucking kind, and ultimately making the world a much nicer place to live in.
"Personally? I believe I would do something slow, painful, and be sure to make her aware of exactly the horrors that were befalling her." Hannibal spoke firmly. Without even realizing it Will let out a soft groan. He moved to sit down by his table. The phone still clasped between his head and his shoulder he pressed the tip of the blade deeper into his index finger, drawing blood. He only felt pleasure from it.
"Like what, tell me what she deserves." He said softly, breathing heavily into the phone. There was a dark chuckle which in turn cause him to smile almost maniacally. It was dark in there, there was really only the glow of appliances and the moon outside. He hadn't bothered to turn on any actual lights.
He was unaware that Hannibal had already sensed his personality shift and felt free to say things he wouldn't normally say. Though with the way Will was right now it wasn't something he'd even recall much of or care. Will just waited with rather baited breath, he sucked on his finger to taste the blood, it was amazing and only enhanced the arousal he was feeling.
"It would be quite pleasurable to restrain her, listen to her scream. Knowing that her smart little mouth couldn't get her out of her punishment. Knowing we didn't care what we did to her." Hannibal spoke after a moment. Will liked he had said 'we' instead of 'I' he liked it so much, in fact, he found his hand straying to the bulge only now just barely covered by his boxers. He didn't remove his cock yet but he did start to stroke it through the fabric. This moment would be pleasurable and he wouldn't hold back.
"What would we do to her, Hannibal?" Will asked softly, his breathing increasing along with his heart rate.
"First we would have to silence her, though it might be entertaining to hear her pleas for mercy for a bit, they would get rather tiresome. I think I would start by placing my hands on her throat and pressing my thumb into her windpipe, crushing it only enough that her sounds became far more muted. They would still be there, but less jarring." Hannibal said. Will noticed his breath was increasing as well, very heavy into the phone. If the good doctor was going to join him in his pleasure, it would only urge him on more.
"She deserves it though, she shouldn't have tried to screw with the wrong people." He breathed.
"Have you ever heard a voice that has been damaged like that, Will? It's as eerie as it is amazing. She would sound just as weak and pathetic as she actually is." Hannibal assured him, "Her screams would become scratchy, less intense, and she would be struggling to get air with her body now compromised like that."
"You are showing far more restraint that I would." Will told him. He grabbed the knife again after putting the phone on speaker and setting it on the table near him. "Would we cut her?" He asked slowly, bringing the knife down to his thigh. He was more or less envisioning Freddie's thigh at that point. Smooth, pale, and about to become reddened with blood. He was quite unaware that it was himself he was about to get pleasure from cutting open, not her.
"A little restraint goes a long way, we would want to remember the moment we destroyed Freddie, not let it pass in an instant." Hannibal assured him. Will let out another groan, "We would do whatever we both desired to her. Where would you cut her, Will?"
"A lot of places I suppose. Chest, stomach, breasts...thighs..." He grunted a bit as he pressed the knife into him, breaking his own skin. Pleasure flowed through his body as he envisioned it being Freddie. The way her restrained body would jerk and twitch trying to get away from the pain but having nowhere to go. He could perfectly hear her ruined voice, the way Hannibal had described it, see the horror in her eyes. He was there, this wasn't just something he was talking about any more.
"Any specific patterns or marks, or just with the intent to hurt?" Hannibal asked him. Luckily the cut was basically nothing, on Will's body in the morning he wasn't even going to be able to recall how he had gotten it. Though it did draw blood it was still basically a scratch, however what he was seeing was a deep wound in that fragile little thigh as Freddie screamed as hard as she could given the state that she was in. He placed the knife on the table and got up, moving quickly towards his bedroom. He wanted to 'finish' this in a place where he'd be far more comfortable.
"The intent to hurt, of course, I don't think she'll be surviving the night, or the hour." He laughed evilly, getting back into his bed. His cock was throbbing, aching for a touch, stimulation of any kind, and he wasn't going to ignore it for a second longer. There was a pause and a muffled groan from the other end. That was amazingly hot, and he returned it with a groan of his own as he released his stiff member and wrapped a firm hand around it. Thoughts of this being incredibly wrong and unprofessional of Hannibal very far from his mind at that point.
"It is up to us now to decide her fate, and as she seems to be more intent on hurting you, I will defer to your assessment of the situation." Hannibal nearly rasped, another soft moan following.
"Her tongue, I want to take her tongue, I want to...make sure she never uses it for malice again." Will breathed, the phone was still on speaker, it was sitting on his dresser but he was speaking loud enough and firm enough for Hannibal to hear him. He started to go into a bit of a manic frenzy describing all of this. "She would hate it, but we would love it. Watching her horror, tear filled eyes as I make the first deliberate cut into the slimy, worthless, dirty thing. She would flail but, I would show no mercy. There would be blood, far more than I had brought out with the cuts to her soft skin. She would start to choke on it, having no choice to swallow or drown. Human survival instinct being what it is, she would swallow." He said.
His hand was moving quickly over his cock now, he was barely aware he was even doing it. What he did know what he was getting such pleasure from this moment he wasn't going to stop talking, wasn't going to stop describing any of it. He heard another moan of pleasure which just spurred him on to continue talking, to dig deeper, get darker, and express his most intense desires.
"I would cut it away, she'd be damaged beyond any sort of repair at that point if there was no medical intervention. She would look from me to you, completely helpless. Knowing that you have every bit of knowledge to prevent her death were doing nothing to stop it. I would take her tongue...I would...eat it." He breathed and with those words his body basically exploded with an orgasm the likes of which he had never had before. It was earth shattering, and to make it even more intense Hannibal joined him, both deep voices moaning out their intense pleasure at the thought of killing and cannibalizing Freddie Lounds, the ginger plague rat.
Will collapsed back, in the morning he'd wake to quite a mess but, as he was already very exhausted he was slipping into sleep, and quickly at that. He fell back, onto his pillow grabbing the phone, turning the speaker off and putting it to his ear.
"No one would even know." He panted once he could catch his breath, laughing evilly right after.
"Doctor/patient confidentiality, Will. It was a private treatment session in order to help you." Hannibal assured him, panting just as hard into the phone on his end. Soon after that, Will was dead to the world as sleep greeted him with open arms. He never got a more restful night of sleep.
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Pairing: Hannigram (Will/Hannibal)
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Word Count: 2,349
Summary: Will can't sleep, Freddie Lounds has gotten entirely too much on his nerves with the way she keeps trying to manipulate Abigail. He calls Hannibal to talk and the good doctor has the perfect way of relieving his tension.
Tags: Phone Sex, Self Masochism, Masturbation, Dirty Talk. Mentions of: Torture, Mutilation, Blood, Restraints, Choking, Death, Cannibalism.
He couldn't sleep and he knew he needed to. The ripper wasn't just going to turn himself in and the less sleep he had the less effective he was going to be at catching the monster. He rolled over and looked at the clock. Two forty-five in the morning. He had to be up in mere hours and he dreaded it. If he got to sleep within the next thirty minutes and slept until his alarm sounded or one of his dogs started to bother him, he would be okay for the day. Slowly he got up and put on his glasses.
Grabbing his phone he stared at it for a moment before calling Hannibal. The guy must have some advice for helping him unwind enough that he'd actually get sleep. Besides, the only thing on his mind had been Freddie. She had messed with Abigail and he didn't like that, it bugged him. She was a horrible bitch and couldn't see past herself and her own motives to understand what she was doing to the poor girl.
After a moment he put the phone to his ear, would it even wake Hannibal? Would he already be awake? He started to head down to his kitchen, maybe if he made some tea or something, he wasn't sure. He really just wanted to stop thinking about this and go to sleep. Jack would keep Freddie away as she was already on very thin ice with the authorities, he hoped she knew better than to continue. It didn't stop him from wanting to take matters into his own hands though.
"Will?" The dark, sleepy voice answered. It sounded like he had been woken up and Will suddenly felt bad. Here he was knowing hope important it was to get sleep and he had bothered someone who had been sleeping just fine.
"Yeah I...I couldn't sleep and I need to get some. I won't be able to function if I don't but I can't. I...keep having these...these thoughts." He tried to explain. Amazingly all of his dogs went undisturbed in the other room, though they seemed to be used to him doing stuff like this at night. Unless he was in some state of duress or sleepwalking they tended to stay put.
"Thoughts of what?" Hannibal asked him and on the other end he heard a click, probably Hannibal turning on a light. Will wasn't sure he really wanted to admit how bad the thoughts were so he figured he'd start off vague, tiptoe around it and get Hannibal to draw it out of him first. That way he would feel like he wasn't in danger of being called 'insane' because a psychiatrist had prompted him to talk about such horrible things.
"Freddie. I don't like her." He said, unable to keep the hatred out of his voice as much as he wanted to.
"No one likes that bothersome woman. Is this about her meeting with Abigail?" Hannibal asked him. He leaned against the counter and nodded his head slowly, then remembered he was on the phone and Hannibal couldn't see him. That voice though, that voice was doing things to him, it was kind of odd. Such a seductive way of speaking to someone over the phone. A small chill ran through him.
"Yes. I can't help but...wish bad things on her and I know I'm not that person...I'm not that person...right?" He asked, needing reassurance. It was more that he wanted to be assured that he wouldn't actually harm Freddie but thoughts of it were relatively normal. Which they were, as long as a person could separate thoughts from reality, and though those lines were starting to blur for him he was still aware of where they were.
"Thoughts of harming another person only become dangerous when they are put into action. I have no reason to believe you would harm Ms. Lounds, you should feel free to discuss the feelings you have about her." Hannibal assured him. With that, he relaxed a bit more. He was getting permission to do this, it made him smirk and started to arouse him a bit more.
"How do you feel about her?" He asked, though this was just a thinly veiled tactic to feel better about his own thoughts, it was also an attempt at getting pleasure. To hear that voice describe some horrific acts on a woman who truly deserved it, the thought just ended up making him completely aroused. He moved and picked up knife from the counter, running his fingers lightly over the sharp blade as he waited, the phone clasped between his shoulder and his ear.
"I feel she is undeserving of the tongue she uses to speak and the hands she uses to write. Though people like her tend to usually get exactly what they want." Hannibal told him, "In a perfect world, your perfect world, how do you think she should be dealt with?"
"When I was talking to her today, her voice was just so incredibly irritating, it grated on me. I thought, someone should wrap their hands around her scrawny little neck and squeeze." He breathed heavily into the phone, pushing the point of the knife into one of his finger tips. He was unaware that he was speaking with a much more confident and darker tone. His darkness had begun to surface, and ironically he was most happy this way though he knew it couldn't be an all the time thing.
"I would tend to agree, that voice is not something I ever look forward to hearing again but I doubt I will get the pleasure of going without." Hannibal told him.
"If, as you assure me, it's okay to have these thoughts then I assume you have them as well. What do you think? How would you deal with that little pest problem?" He asked. He was getting more and more drawn into this little fantasy world where it was him and Hannibal giving that bitch what she deserved. Making sure Abigail was never bothered again by the likes of her scum sucking kind, and ultimately making the world a much nicer place to live in.
"Personally? I believe I would do something slow, painful, and be sure to make her aware of exactly the horrors that were befalling her." Hannibal spoke firmly. Without even realizing it Will let out a soft groan. He moved to sit down by his table. The phone still clasped between his head and his shoulder he pressed the tip of the blade deeper into his index finger, drawing blood. He only felt pleasure from it.
"Like what, tell me what she deserves." He said softly, breathing heavily into the phone. There was a dark chuckle which in turn cause him to smile almost maniacally. It was dark in there, there was really only the glow of appliances and the moon outside. He hadn't bothered to turn on any actual lights.
He was unaware that Hannibal had already sensed his personality shift and felt free to say things he wouldn't normally say. Though with the way Will was right now it wasn't something he'd even recall much of or care. Will just waited with rather baited breath, he sucked on his finger to taste the blood, it was amazing and only enhanced the arousal he was feeling.
"It would be quite pleasurable to restrain her, listen to her scream. Knowing that her smart little mouth couldn't get her out of her punishment. Knowing we didn't care what we did to her." Hannibal spoke after a moment. Will liked he had said 'we' instead of 'I' he liked it so much, in fact, he found his hand straying to the bulge only now just barely covered by his boxers. He didn't remove his cock yet but he did start to stroke it through the fabric. This moment would be pleasurable and he wouldn't hold back.
"What would we do to her, Hannibal?" Will asked softly, his breathing increasing along with his heart rate.
"First we would have to silence her, though it might be entertaining to hear her pleas for mercy for a bit, they would get rather tiresome. I think I would start by placing my hands on her throat and pressing my thumb into her windpipe, crushing it only enough that her sounds became far more muted. They would still be there, but less jarring." Hannibal said. Will noticed his breath was increasing as well, very heavy into the phone. If the good doctor was going to join him in his pleasure, it would only urge him on more.
"She deserves it though, she shouldn't have tried to screw with the wrong people." He breathed.
"Have you ever heard a voice that has been damaged like that, Will? It's as eerie as it is amazing. She would sound just as weak and pathetic as she actually is." Hannibal assured him, "Her screams would become scratchy, less intense, and she would be struggling to get air with her body now compromised like that."
"You are showing far more restraint that I would." Will told him. He grabbed the knife again after putting the phone on speaker and setting it on the table near him. "Would we cut her?" He asked slowly, bringing the knife down to his thigh. He was more or less envisioning Freddie's thigh at that point. Smooth, pale, and about to become reddened with blood. He was quite unaware that it was himself he was about to get pleasure from cutting open, not her.
"A little restraint goes a long way, we would want to remember the moment we destroyed Freddie, not let it pass in an instant." Hannibal assured him. Will let out another groan, "We would do whatever we both desired to her. Where would you cut her, Will?"
"A lot of places I suppose. Chest, stomach, breasts...thighs..." He grunted a bit as he pressed the knife into him, breaking his own skin. Pleasure flowed through his body as he envisioned it being Freddie. The way her restrained body would jerk and twitch trying to get away from the pain but having nowhere to go. He could perfectly hear her ruined voice, the way Hannibal had described it, see the horror in her eyes. He was there, this wasn't just something he was talking about any more.
"Any specific patterns or marks, or just with the intent to hurt?" Hannibal asked him. Luckily the cut was basically nothing, on Will's body in the morning he wasn't even going to be able to recall how he had gotten it. Though it did draw blood it was still basically a scratch, however what he was seeing was a deep wound in that fragile little thigh as Freddie screamed as hard as she could given the state that she was in. He placed the knife on the table and got up, moving quickly towards his bedroom. He wanted to 'finish' this in a place where he'd be far more comfortable.
"The intent to hurt, of course, I don't think she'll be surviving the night, or the hour." He laughed evilly, getting back into his bed. His cock was throbbing, aching for a touch, stimulation of any kind, and he wasn't going to ignore it for a second longer. There was a pause and a muffled groan from the other end. That was amazingly hot, and he returned it with a groan of his own as he released his stiff member and wrapped a firm hand around it. Thoughts of this being incredibly wrong and unprofessional of Hannibal very far from his mind at that point.
"It is up to us now to decide her fate, and as she seems to be more intent on hurting you, I will defer to your assessment of the situation." Hannibal nearly rasped, another soft moan following.
"Her tongue, I want to take her tongue, I want to...make sure she never uses it for malice again." Will breathed, the phone was still on speaker, it was sitting on his dresser but he was speaking loud enough and firm enough for Hannibal to hear him. He started to go into a bit of a manic frenzy describing all of this. "She would hate it, but we would love it. Watching her horror, tear filled eyes as I make the first deliberate cut into the slimy, worthless, dirty thing. She would flail but, I would show no mercy. There would be blood, far more than I had brought out with the cuts to her soft skin. She would start to choke on it, having no choice to swallow or drown. Human survival instinct being what it is, she would swallow." He said.
His hand was moving quickly over his cock now, he was barely aware he was even doing it. What he did know what he was getting such pleasure from this moment he wasn't going to stop talking, wasn't going to stop describing any of it. He heard another moan of pleasure which just spurred him on to continue talking, to dig deeper, get darker, and express his most intense desires.
"I would cut it away, she'd be damaged beyond any sort of repair at that point if there was no medical intervention. She would look from me to you, completely helpless. Knowing that you have every bit of knowledge to prevent her death were doing nothing to stop it. I would take her tongue...I would...eat it." He breathed and with those words his body basically exploded with an orgasm the likes of which he had never had before. It was earth shattering, and to make it even more intense Hannibal joined him, both deep voices moaning out their intense pleasure at the thought of killing and cannibalizing Freddie Lounds, the ginger plague rat.
Will collapsed back, in the morning he'd wake to quite a mess but, as he was already very exhausted he was slipping into sleep, and quickly at that. He fell back, onto his pillow grabbing the phone, turning the speaker off and putting it to his ear.
"No one would even know." He panted once he could catch his breath, laughing evilly right after.
"Doctor/patient confidentiality, Will. It was a private treatment session in order to help you." Hannibal assured him, panting just as hard into the phone on his end. Soon after that, Will was dead to the world as sleep greeted him with open arms. He never got a more restful night of sleep.
