#they switch | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

slashyrogue · 2 years

Text

Au-Gust Day 15: Hanahaki Disease

A/N: My first Hanahaki Disease Story!

The first time Hannibal coughed up petals was the morning after he and Will had sex for the first time.

He’d told himself that their rendezvous in the dark had been such because Will was still trying to process his feelings, and that in the morning their eyes would meet and everything would fall into place.

Hannibal woke up alone in his bed, sore from the previous night, and still covered in the remains of their passion. He stared at the empty pillow beside him, touching it for what felt like ages, and dragged himself to the bathroom ready to clean off.

And was struck by a sudden onslaught of coughing, followed by what felt like vomit rising up from within. He did not have time to run to the toilet, and right on the floor of his ensuite bathroom he coughed up fourteen white rose petals.

He knelt down when he felt the need go away, and picked up the first still warm to the touch.

What did this mean?

Hannibal collected all fourteen petals, put them in an almost empty aspirin bottle that he poured into another beside it, and went to take his shower. He got dressed after, feeling no ill effects, and got dressed like nothing was wrong.

He did not look up ‘coughing up petals’ on his tablet, nor did he panic.

Whatever the phenomena was, part of him wanted to see it through.

Hannibal walked down the hallway, petting Encephalitis as he reached the kitchen, and found Will already eating eggs and toast. Will didn’t look up as he approached, and he knew that last night was something that would never happen again.

A week later he was proven wrong.

They had, for the past five years, always given into requests for the people they wanted to kill. There was never any reasoning they had to give, none at all, and when they were finished the high never got any higher.

But this one…was different.

Will put a piece of paper with the name Jerry Gold in front of him two days before they killed Mr. Gold, and Hannibal shivered as their fingers brushed. He looked up and Will didn’t look away as he had for almost a week since the night they’d spent in each other’s arms.

Hannibal had coughed up forty seven petals by then, a different kind everyday, and he was starting to run out of places to hide them but he didn’t throw them away.

He nodded once, and looked up the name.

Mr. Gold ran a local dog fighting ring, not far from them, and he knew this particular kill was personal.

Encephalitis had been rescued from such a place what felt like ages ago, and he reached out to touch her when she nuzzled his side.

“Good girl.”

They killed Mr. Gold in his basement home, cutting him piece by piece then feeding him to his dogs that they let out after. Will was overcome when they watched Mr. Gold’s final breaths, shaking, and Hannibal couldn’t help but reach out to touch.

He was surprised when Will pulled him in close, their mouths inches from each other, and touched his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Hannibal nodded, and had tears in his eyes when Will grabbed his hand as they left.

They drove only a mile away when Will grabbed hold of the steering wheel and pulled them over on the side of the road where he climbed into Hannibal’s lap staring down at him. Not one word was spoken, just the breathless sighs and moans that followed.

Hannibal had tears in his eyes as he saw Will orgasm on his cock, rising up and stroking all the while not caring about his own pleasure. Will was shaking as he collapsed on him, nuzzling his neck, and Hannibal expected him to end things right there. But he did not.

He rode Hannibal’s cock again, moaning through their kisses, and when Hannibal came it was with a whimper, tears streaming down his cheeks. Will stared at him, saying nothing, and he touched the tears.

But then it was over.

Will got off of him, awkwardly moving and nearly falling half out of the car before he fixed his clothes. Hannibal stared at his display of coldness, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit, and swallowed down the petals that wanted to come.

They drove home in silence, and Hannibal went right to his room to expel the petals that wanted to be freed.

There were almost as many this time as there had been all week.

Thirty nine.

He gathered them up and wrapped them in a towel before he sat on the floor of his bathroom.

Eighty six petals.

Hannibal did not have to search for what this phenomena was now.

Every single time he’d expelled petals it was in relation to Will’s rejection, and he knew that it would not be much longer before this heartbreak killed him.

Would it be at a hundred?

Two hundred?

He showered then, face pressed against the wall, and dragged himself to bed where sudden exhaustion hit.

Hannibal was awoken the next morning by Encephalitis jumping onto his bed and licking his face. He sputtered, opening his eyes, and found Will sitting on the edge of his bed looking worried.

“Good morning, Will.”

“You look like shit,” Will said, grabbing Encephalitis and petting her, “Are you alright?

He sat up, wiping his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not, Hannibal, it’s one in the afternoon.”

Hannibal blinked.

“Is it?”

“Yeah, and you never sleep in, not…not ever.”

He smiled. “I’m happy there are things you’ve come to know about me no one else does, Will.”

“Hannibal, this isn’t funny. Are you sick?”

Hannibal got up, not caring that Will would see his nakedness as he walked toward the open bathroom door. “Last night’s events were a bit more tiring than I expected,” he lied, “I am not as young as I used to be, you know.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” Will said, grabbing his shoulder and turning him as he held a shirt in hand, “Tell me what’s going on.”

He stared at Will, really stared, and saw his eyes were bloodshot. “Will, are you alright? ‘

“What?” Will laughed, “I’m not the one…”

“Your eyes are bloodshot, as if you haven’t slept, and you look pale.”

Will turned away, shaking his head. “We’re not talking about me!”

“Yes, we are,” Hannibal said as Will stepped back, “You…”

He watched Will head to his dresser, open several drawers, and take out clothes for him that he soon thrust in Hannibal’s arms. “Forget it,” he hissed, “Put some fucking clothes on.”

Hannibal frowned, stumbling a bit as he walked, and watched Will’s retreat down the hallway. He stumbled, twice, and Hannibal hurriedly dressed before running to catch up to him. “Will…”

Will pushed him away, hard, and he stumbled into Will’s bedroom door half open.

“WOULD YOU JUST STOP?” Will yelled, “I’m FINE! I don’t…I can’t…I don’t want to talk about this, or I might…”

Hannibal looked behind him, and froze when he saw something strange.

There was a yellow rose petal on Will’s pillow.

He walked over to the bed, shaking, and heard Will curse rushing up to throw the pillow across the room.

“GET OUT! I TOLD YOU I DON’T…”

Hannibal had tears in his eyes as he grabbed Will by the shoulders and could do little else but kiss him. Will recoiled, trying to push him away, and when he felt the influx of flowers hit his tongue he gladly let Will hit him in the face.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE…”

He saw the petals, a vivid red that he’d remember for the rest of his life, hit the floor and tears streamed down his face as he stared up at Will.

“I love you.”

Will froze.

“Will, did you hear me? I said…”

Will suddenly started to cough, worse now, and Hannibal rushed to his side as he fell to his knees. “Will, do you not…”

Will glared at him. “This is cruel, even for you,” he whispered, “You…you’re not…Hannibal I know what kind of monster you are. I know that…that you can’t…”

Hannibal shook his head and put both hands on Will’s face. “How many?” he asked, “How many have you expelled?”

A tear fell down Will’s cheek. “Got to be almost a hundred now,” he whispered, his voice thick, “I…I looked it up, ok? I know…I know what it is and I know you can’t…give me…”

Hannibal shook his head, grabbing Will by the arm despite Will’s resistance as he brought them back to his bedroom. “What are you doing? I’m fine with it, ok? I…I just want to…I want…”

He shook his head, and collected all the petals he’d expelled so far, tossing the containers onto his bed.

“What are you doing?”

Hannibal smiled. “Showing you my love.”

“Wh…”

He emptied all the petals from the pill containers onto his bed, watching Will’s reaction, and finished by throwing the folded towel in the air.

Will rushed at him, gripping the front of his shirt as he smashed their mouths together, and they fell onto the bed. He tore at Hannibal’s clothes, gasping for breath, and Hannibal did the same.

“Will…”

“God you’re so…you could’ve died!” Will yelled, pulling his shirt off.

“As could you.”

“But…”

They kissed again, softer now, and he reached for Will’s hardness reveling in the moan he got in return. He pulled back, staring at every expression Will made, and Will did the same, stroking him as Hannibal groaned.

“I love you,” Will sighed, “I…god I love you so fucking much.”

“Will,” he whimpered, “I…I live and breathe for you, I…I cannot remember a time I didn’t love you.”

Will laughed, kissing his neck, and pressing lips to his ear. “You just have to always one up me, huh?”

He smiled. “Not always, but when it’s the truth I cannot resist.”

They came staring into each other’s eyes, flushed cheeks and gasping breaths, and both licked their hands after smiling so wide Hannibal was sure his face would hurt tomorrow. He laid on Will’s chest with a sigh, and Will pulled him in so close he could smell their combined sex, sweaty scents, and their flowers.

It was heaven.

They fell asleep after, and Hannibal woke up in the dark when Encephalitis began to bark.

“Encephalitis, it’s…”

Will’s whistle made him freeze, and when he was pulled into Will’s embrace once more he buried his face against his neck.

“Mmm,” Will sighed, “You ok?”

Hannibal smiled and laid his head on Will’s shoulder in the dark.

“Yes,” he sighed, “I…I am.”

They fell asleep again, Will holding him so close it was like they were one person, and when he woke up the next morning he was startled to see the bed was empty beside him.

Hannibal froze.

No.

Had it all been for nothing? Will shared his thoughts of rejection, of unrequited love, and to dismiss it first hand was—

The bedroom door opened and there standing half naked in only boxer shorts, was Will holding a tray.

He frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

Hannibal smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing, Will,” he whispered, his voice shaking, “Absolutely nothing.”

#au gust 2022 #au-gust 2022 #hannigram au #season four stories #pining #hanahaki disease #baby's first flower petals #they switch #bottom hannibal #bottom will

49 notes · View notes