(!!!Trigger warning: Non-con/drugging, dark fic!!!)
His clothes are methodically removed. His glasses first, so they do not snare on his shirt. His belt, shoes and socks follow after, each one placed neatly on the dresser. His jeans are tugged down his legs, and Will weakly pleads for the hands undressing him to stop, yet they do not cease their task until he lays naked on a bed he has never been on before.
Something snug ensnares his wrists and ankles, trapping him at the mercy of the person lurking in the hazy murkiness of his dizzy vision.
He's sweating, shaking. His mind a spiderweb of hazy, jumbled thoughts. Is this real? A dream or a nightmare, a delusion, or a hallucination. His head is throbbing so brutal it feels like he is being turned inside out, as the ache in his lower stomach makes him gag.
Will tries to reach out to the shadow that stands hovering over him, desperate for help, but his arms are bound, and the shadow remains standing still. Watching him with dangerous eyes along with a sinister smile that makes him weakly call aloud for help, yet he doesn't make a sound. His throat is too dry. Bound to the bed, he is as helpless as a lamb ensnared in a lion's grip.
Hands touch him between his legs, fingers moving in and out of him, and he gasps, feeling like he can't breathe. His limbs will not move, no matter how much he tries to struggle. He is weak, the taste of tea still in his mouth. Herbs, strange to the taste of his tongue. A few sips, and then his world began to darken.
His head rolls from side to side as the hands carry on touching him inappropriately, down between his spread legs where he has never been touched before, his legs held open by white ropes. He tries once again to beg for help, his chapped lips parting as he breathes in unsteady breaths. The hands disappeared suddenly, granting him a moment of mercy, before a burning, bone aching pain radiates between his legs as he is penetrated by the shadow.
The shadow hovers over him, thrusting into him, every movement seeding fire through his body, and he tries to scream and plead for help, but whatever was in his tea keeps him drugged, whimpering so softly only the shadow hears him, “Please, stop.”
The shadow tugs on his cock, encouraging him to come. Will huffs, feeling like he is choking as one hand wraps around his throat to pin him down. The thrusts pick up, ripping him open until he feels warm blood seeping out of his hole. The shadow whispers “Come, my dear boy,” squeezing his manhood, and Will feels his stomach coil as he was quivering, his shaggy hair a complete wild mess as he shakes uncontrollably.
The shadow smiles at him with such a devilish grin that Will's heart races, trying to outrun his breath as he is gasping. He comes, against his will, and surrenders to the darkness. He blacks out as the shadow, almost angelically, kisses his forehead softly.
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Fill: Hannibal, Hannibal/Will
Date: 2023-01-12 12:53 am (UTC)His clothes are methodically removed. His glasses first, so they do not snare on his shirt. His belt, shoes and socks follow after, each one placed neatly on the dresser. His jeans are tugged down his legs, and Will weakly pleads for the hands undressing him to stop, yet they do not cease their task until he lays naked on a bed he has never been on before.
Something snug ensnares his wrists and ankles, trapping him at the mercy of the person lurking in the hazy murkiness of his dizzy vision.
He's sweating, shaking. His mind a spiderweb of hazy, jumbled thoughts. Is this real? A dream or a nightmare, a delusion, or a hallucination. His head is throbbing so brutal it feels like he is being turned inside out, as the ache in his lower stomach makes him gag.
Will tries to reach out to the shadow that stands hovering over him, desperate for help, but his arms are bound, and the shadow remains standing still. Watching him with dangerous eyes along with a sinister smile that makes him weakly call aloud for help, yet he doesn't make a sound. His throat is too dry. Bound to the bed, he is as helpless as a lamb ensnared in a lion's grip.
Hands touch him between his legs, fingers moving in and out of him, and he gasps, feeling like he can't breathe. His limbs will not move, no matter how much he tries to struggle. He is weak, the taste of tea still in his mouth. Herbs, strange to the taste of his tongue. A few sips, and then his world began to darken.
His head rolls from side to side as the hands carry on touching him inappropriately, down between his spread legs where he has never been touched before, his legs held open by white ropes. He tries once again to beg for help, his chapped lips parting as he breathes in unsteady breaths. The hands disappeared suddenly, granting him a moment of mercy, before a burning, bone aching pain radiates between his legs as he is penetrated by the shadow.
The shadow hovers over him, thrusting into him, every movement seeding fire through his body, and he tries to scream and plead for help, but whatever was in his tea keeps him drugged, whimpering so softly only the shadow hears him, “Please, stop.”
The shadow tugs on his cock, encouraging him to come. Will huffs, feeling like he is choking as one hand wraps around his throat to pin him down. The thrusts pick up, ripping him open until he feels warm blood seeping out of his hole. The shadow whispers “Come, my dear boy,” squeezing his manhood, and Will feels his stomach coil as he was quivering, his shaggy hair a complete wild mess as he shakes uncontrollably.
The shadow smiles at him with such a devilish grin that Will's heart races, trying to outrun his breath as he is gasping. He comes, against his will, and surrenders to the darkness. He blacks out as the shadow, almost angelically, kisses his forehead softly.
♥ END ♥