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Vengeance Isn't Always Sweet	By : eros_thanatos Category: G through L > Hannibal Views: 1376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal or any of the characters. I don't make any money from the writing of this story.

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The door to Frederick Chilton’s office clicked shut, and in the quiet, the pounding of his own pulse seemed deafening to Will. Before he could change his mind, he stepped forward, closing the distance between the doctor and himself by planting a firm kiss to Chilton’s lips. The other man stood as if frozen for a moment, then returned the kiss feverishly, pulling Will flush against him. Will held onto Chilton tightly, closing his eyes as his tongue explored the warm wet cave of Chilton's mouth. The silken slide of the doctor's suit under his fingers and the scent of his expensive cologne was achingly familiar. Will snapped his eyes open to ground himself, taking in the dark hair and handsome enough features of Dr. Chilton, a man who laughably overrated his skill in psychiatry, and whom Will did not particularly care for.
Urgent to get on with it, Will tore at the buttons of Chilton's blue linen jacket. The doctor shrugged out of it, and Will continued with his white dress shirt, fumbling hastily at the buttons and trailing kisses down his chest. Chilton's soft gasps, and the way he ground his hips against him filled Will with an impish sort of pleasure. If only you could see me now, Hannibal, pleasuring this man you completely disdain. Will dropped to his knees and ran his hands up Chilton's thighs, tracing patterns against his slate gray slacks. He tugged impatiently at the doctor’s belt and threw it aside, sliding his zip down and reaching into the waistband of his underwear to grasp Chilton's cock.
   “Fuck,” Chilton groaned, grabbing Will's shoulder to steady himself. Will stroked Chilton's dick languidly, almost studiously, noting it's heft and warmth in his hand. It was a good cock, Will decided, long and thick. The slightly olive toned skin was flushed, precome glistening at the tip. Will bent his head and lapped up the drop of pearly liquid, earning a groan from the doctor. Will wrapped his lips around the head of Chilton's dick, and sucked, teasing at it with his tongue. Chilton fisted his fingers in Will's curls, “Jesus, Will” he moaned. Encouraged, Will took Chilton deeply into his throat, lavishing its length with varying pressure and swirls of his tongue. He breathed in Chilton's heady scent, his hands kneading the doctor's ass while his mouth was hard at work.
   Chilton moaned and bucked his hips deeper into that lovely mouth. He grasped Will's hair tightly and pulled his head down further onto his cock. Will choked briefly when the doctor's girth hit the back of his throat. A memory flashed violently before his eyes: Hannibal looming above him, shoving a plastic tube down his fevered throat. A sick parody of the act he was performing now. He wondered if that thought had occurred to Hannibal while he was doing it, and if he had enjoyed that. Will clung to Chilton's hips and forced himself back into the present, focusing on the salty taste of Chilton's skin, the velvety hardness of the doctor's cock in his mouth. He increased his pace, sucking as deeply as he could. Soon after, Chilton was quaking and swearing, filling his mouth with hot, bitter cum. Will swallowed it down and licked his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the indent of each of Chilton's hip bones, and gazed up at the psychiatrist. Chilton smiled shakily and petted Will’s head. “Dear God. That was… incredible,” he said, stroking Will's cheek fondly. “Good,” Will answered with a wolfish smile, “we're not done yet, Frederick.”
  He stood and crossed the room, lifting a tumbler of whiskey from Chilton's desk and pouring two glasses. He handed one to Chilton and they clinked their glasses. Will leaned back against Chilton's desk and swirled the whiskey in his mouth, savoring its peaty, smoky flavor. The man had good taste in booze, he had to hand that to him.
   While Will gave Chilton a moment to recover, he paced the doctor's office, examining the tasteful black and white landscape photographs, the handsome leatherbound psychology texts on the bookshelves, the elegant hourglass and objet d’art on the desk, and the framed certificates proving the man's credentials as first a surgeon, then a psychiatrist. I guess I have a type, he thought with dark humor. Will gulped down the last of his whiskey and turned his attention back to Chilton.
   Doctor Chilton was leaning back against his desk, watching Will's progress around the room, still looking a bit weak in the knees. He'd zipped his slacks again, but had removed his shirt, and his taut olive chest and abs glistened with sweat, Will noted appreciatively. He stepped between Chilton's thighs and plucked the glass of whiskey from the doctor's hand, leaning down to kiss him softly and slowly. The kiss quickly built heat and intensity, and Will moaned into Chilton's mouth, kneading his thighs. Chilton broke the kiss and Will sighed, then hummed in pleasure as the doctor kissed his neck. Will pressed his hips against Chilton's and whimpered as the doctor's teeth lightly scraped his neck and along his stubbled jawline. Will mewled softly when Chilton grabbed his ass, and he ground his erection shamelessly against the doctor's groin. “Fuck me, Doctor” Will pleaded, surprised by the neediness in his voice.
   Chilton didn't need to be told twice. He yanked down the zipper of Will’s dark blue hospital jumpsuit. Will stepped impatiently out of it when it pooled at his feet. Chilton's dark brown eyes raked hungrily over him, now wearing only form-fitting white boxer briefs. Will lifted his chin, meeting the psychiatrist’s gaze with equal heat. Without a word, Chilton stood and manhandled Will. He grasped him by one arm and the nape of his neck, and spun him around, bending him face-down against the desk, ass up in the air. Will gasped, shocked by how turned on he was by the sudden roughness. He pushed his ass back against Chilton's hardness, panting as the doctor kissed and licked down the column of his spine. “You're delicious, Will” Chilton breathed in his ear, and Will shivered.
  “Please,” Will said, struggling not to beg, “fuck me now, Doctor Chilton.” The doctor chuckled and delivered a stinging slap to Will's ass, making him jump slightly.
  “Eager, aren't you?” Chilton tutted, wagging his finger at Will. Will would have been angry if it weren't so true. He nodded silently. “Stay there,” Chilton instructed in a tone that brooked no argument, as he walked around to the other side of the desk. Will remained where he was, pressing his flaming cheek against the desk and squeezing his eyes tightly shut. Tremors of anticipation ran through him, making his limbs quake like strings under a harpist’s deft fingers. Soon, he felt the press of Chilton's hips against him again, and the doctor's fingers soothingly rubbing his waist and back.
   “I'm afraid I don't keep lube in the office,” Chilton said apologetically, “lotion will have to do.” Will nodded wordlessly again. “I, um, also don't happen to keep condoms handy at work. It's generally not necessary. I hope that's alright,” the psychiatrist explained. Will nodded, “I don't care,” he said gruffly.
“Good,” Chilton replied, and grasped him tightly by the nape again, biting down sharply at the juncture of Will's neck and shoulder. Will moaned, excited by the return of Chilton's rough play.
   The doctor tugged Will's underwear down and Will spread his legs a little wider, pushing his ass out. He closed his eyes again, awash with lust and shame, feeling rather whorish and unsure of who was using whom. Chilton massaged the globes of Will's ass, causing Will's knees to tremble, and breathy little moans to fall from his lips. Then the doctor ran a lotion slicked finger between his cheeks and pressed it gently into Will's opening. Will keened, pressing back onto doctor's finger. “Fuck, you're so tight,” Chilton growled, “so hot.” Will whimpered and bucked his hips.
  “More,” he whispered, urging Chilton on. Chilton growled again and added another finger, then another, stretching Will. “Now,” Will moaned, not caring anymore how desperate he seemed. It had been so long since he'd been touched. Chilton obliged him, pressing the tip of his cock into Will slowly and gently. Will grit his teeth at the initial burn, then slowly began to rock back against the doctor. Chilton slowly pushed into him until his dick was completely inside of Will, and the doctor's hip points connected with Will’s ass. Chilton hissed, and stayed there for a beat. “You feel fucking fantastic, Will” he said huskily. Will made a small noise of assent and rocked his hips. Chilton took the hint and began withdrawing almost all the way out and then thrusting back in, slowly at first, and then faster, harder. Will was moaning loudly now, unable to help himself. Chilton grunted with pleasure, his breath hot against the back of Will's neck.
  Chilton scratched down Will's back and sides with his fingers, alternating featherlight touches and sharp scratches. The doctor changed his angle so his cock was consistently hitting Will's prostate as he thrust into him. “Fuck” Will groaned, “fuckfuckfuck.” He panted, lost in sensation. It felt so good to be thoroughly fucked by someone other than Hannibal; to have Hannibal driven (almost) completely from his mind. Chilton stroked Will's cock as he thrust into him. “God, you feel so good, Will,” he growled, biting Will's shoulder, “Come for me.”
   “Yes,” Will panted, “yes, yes. Oh fuck, Doctor, come inside of me.” Chilton slammed hard into him. His hips ground down into hard edge of the desk, Chilton's hand was working his cock, and Chilton's dick was hitting his prostate over and over again. It was all too much. Will came with a cry, coating Chilton's hand, his body shaking like he would fall apart. Chilton thrust into him a few more times, and then came with a groan, filling Will with his spunk. The doctor lay against him for a moment, kissing his back softly and licking sweat from his skin. “Wow,” Chilton breathed.
    “Mmmm. That was good,” Will muttered. Satiated and physically exhausted, he could feel himself slipping into a warm glow. After awhile, Chilton peeled himself off of Will. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out some tissues, carefully wiping the sticky residue away from Will and himself.
Chilton poured some whiskey and handed a glass to Will. He gazed into Will's striking blue eyes, pupils wide and lids drooping sleepily. “Beautiful,” he whispered, stroking sweat soaked curls from Will's brow.
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