Life was... okay. He was consulting, he had something of a personal life again, his world was not a tightly knit hell of work work work and more work. No, it wasn't exactly going to plan, not the quiet retirement he'd wanted, but it was nice, and there was a rhythm to his life when he was pulled in to consult on cases. There was enough breathing room, too, for him to work on that art gallery he'd planned, to go back and forth with the woman who ran his mother's gallery and had since her death.
The only catch to everything running smoothly came up at work, when he worked a fresh scene. He'd always been too caught up before to notice, too fucked up and too wound up, but with the distance basic relaxation had afforded him, he knew he had a problem.
Doctor Robbins was chattily taking apart tar-covered remains on the case he'd been brought in for, and Will was trying not to stare too hard.
He knew had a problem, a big problem because there he was, watching something that would cause revulsion in most people and he was experiencing quite the opposite.
He had Lecter to thank for that.
It was funny that now, now when he wasn't half out of his skull, and still doing the job he was suited to do, he realized there was something wrong. Before, he'd always put it down to having the scent. Watching a coroner crack open a chest wasn't something that should have made his breath catch and his dick stand at attention. If anything, having the scent had blurred the edges of the reaction.
"Looking here, COD looks like asphyxiation, not like the blunt force trauma," Al was saying.
"Can you tell if the bodies were tarred post-mortem?" Will stood up a little taller, focusing on Al and not on the open chest cavity. God dammit, he was hard. This was insane. Someone else was going to have to start going to autopsies for him.
Al glanced up at him through his visor. "Post-mortem. You seem a little distracted, Will."
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you. Just, carry on." He cleared his throat, and spared a glance down at the chest cavity.
He almost wished he did have the scent's level of immersion for this case, but it just wasn't that intense. It was simply weird and old.
"I'm looking for additional features, but the tar has slowed it down. Her dental records have some interesting anomalies. We don't do this type of work over here." Al said weighing the lungs.
He wanted to reach in, pull her heart out, and....
Will took a third of a step back from the table. "What kind of work? More metal than we'd use?"
"Pretty much yes," Al agreed still giving him a quizzical look. "Eastern European or Russian dental care, I think."
"That's a start. Look, I'll call Nick in to finish this off with you, and I'll start asking around the local enclaves." He had to get out of there before he did anything that hit a level of inappropriateness that was odd even for what people expected of him.
"Mmm, you do that." Al gave him another pointed look. "I'll page you if there’s any more news."
He stepped back from the table, and then turned, peeling off gloves, taking off the protective clothing in a hurry. Stokes could finish the job. Fuck. He'd calm down with distance and driving, and the erection issue would go down by itself.
He was in the process of escaping from the lab when he had the misfortune to hear someone call out, "Will, wait up!"
Catherine... he was doomed.
Son of a bitch.
He turned, holding his notepad in front of him, trying to focus on looking casual, when he wanted to kick a wall. "Willows, what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to ask you something about this cold case I'm re...." She stopped mid sentence looking him up and down. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Sometimes the mental artifacts of serial killers I carry around enjoy the autopsies." His face had to be turning some shade in the crimson family, a slow, miserable burn.
Catherine paused, then tugged him into one of the work rooms, making sure the door was closed behind them. "Okay, just... say that again?"
He set his notebook down on the table, and leaned a hand on top of it. "I'm a head case, Catherine. Do I really have to explain this?"
"Have you ever tried to get any help for it?" Catherine asked, proving she had heard it to start with.
"I was too focused on the cases when I worked before to actually notice," Will shrugged. "Look, I've got a hunch and a lead, and I'm going to ask around some of the enclave areas. Now, if it's not a problem."
"Will come on, this is a personal problem for you. And Jim, I guess. Does he know?" Catherine asked seriously
There were few things on earth more discomforting than discussing personal issues with co-workers. New ones in particular. "No." Though he'd seemed pretty aware of what level of crazy he'd signed up for.
Catherine looked at him. "I think you need some help and I think I know the right person for the job if you're interested. She's... a very unusual kind of sexual therapist."
"I'd be a very unusual patient. I'll have to run it by my usual guy." The fact that he had a usual guy to consult at all probably spoke wonders.
"Well, look if you are interested then...." Catherine scribbled an address. "Go here, ask for Heather. Tell her I sent you."
It was just... strange. All of the CSIs were strange and intrusive and not afraid to ask things that Will only asked when he was being an asshole. But he took the sheet, and stuffed it in his pocket. "Okay. Thanks."
"You're welcome." Catherine said. "When you've, uh, dealt with your problem, I'd still like to run this past you okay?"
"No, run it past me now. You don't think I've worked out how to compartmentalize by now?" He lifted his eyebrows at her.
"Okay then. I wanted your take on whether you think this personality was capable of murder or not," Catherine started, and it was the sort of distraction he needed.
This was the sort of thing he could do in his sleep. "All right, then let's start from the top. How old, gender, and build from there."
Possibly, he should have talked to Jim about what he was planning to do before he'd left to do it. But he did call him to try to tell him, and hit voicemail, so that was Will Graham trying his damnedest to communicate like a normal person. At the beep, he told the voice mail machine, "Hey, Jim? I've kind of had an issue come up at work, and Catherine recommended I talk to a 'Heather'. So, I'm going to talk to her and see what she can do for me. I'm probably going to have to apologize to Al tomorrow. Look, I'll call you when I get out, or if this is a waste of time. You're not pulling a triple, are you?"
And then he ran out of time, and that was all right. He was parked in the parking lot of a massive building that looked out of place in Las Vegas, if anything could look out of place. It looked like she could rent it out for an Addams Family movie.
Jim didn't phone back, which probably meant he was tied up in a case somewhere, so there was nothing to hold him back from trying this suggestion. Truth was, he doubted himself and what he might do if he completely let go, even with Jim. Jim didn't call him on it, but he didn't miss much.
He wanted to completely let go. He wanted to just one hundred percent relax with him when they were having sex, but it was kind of hard to do that when he had conflicting thoughts and impulses.
There wasn't any harm in asking if this 'Heather' was available and willing or able to help. He slid out of his truck, and locked it before he started towards the porch.
He had barely got to the point of knocking on the door when it opened and a woman dressed in definitely provocative clothes stood there, sweeping him with a cool assessing gaze. "Welcome to Lady Heather's Dominion. Do come in."
He shifted into the space, trying to take it in while he simultaneously worked out the odds that Catherine had pulled one over on him. "I was referred here by CSI Willows."
"Catherine? Ah yes. I received a message to that effect," the woman beckoned him in. "Please come in, we have much to talk about." She moved like sex, even to him, and his interest was more on the male end of the spectrum.
"I take it she told you what she knew about me?" But he was still curious as to how she'd phrased it, how she'd presented him. Will moved to follow Heather.
"No, just that she had suggested that a friend in need of some assistance of a less conventional kind might call," Lady Heather replied as she led him up the cascade of stairs. "What is your name?"
"Will Graham." She was beautiful, and half of the power of that was that she knew it. She knew it, and she reveled in it, because it fed back into the power loop.
"A pleasure," she said stressing the word. "Come. We’ll have tea and you will tell me what troubles you, and why Catherine has sent you here when you’re more interested in men than women."
"You're not wrong about that." He stopped when she stopped, and he shadowed her while she led the way to what seemed to be a brighter room, with wide windows letting sunlight in. "My problem is... actually somewhat gruesome."
"The subconscious holds a lot of impulses and desires that the conscious mind rejects," She said gesturing for him to take a seat. "Like most fears, they gain power through being unknown and unknowable."
"I'm not afraid. I'm aware it's culturally unacceptable, and it's not something I actually enjoy," Will told her while he sat down. She was still moving, all action, but calm and steady.
The mere act of her making tea was somehow mesmerizing. "Explain, then, what it is that’s troubling you," she said. "What is culturally unacceptable, that you don't enjoy but forces a reaction."
"Autopsies, for one. Sprawled out bodies at a fresh crime scene, pools of blood and gore. I've had this problem for years, but it didn't seem problematic at the time because I was immersed... deeply in a particular mindset. I've retired, and I'm trying to use more conventional techniques. It's better for my personal health, but it gives me the space with sanity to notice what's going on." He leaned back, crossed his ankles, still watching her.
She didn't seem horrified by this at all. "And when did you notice this state of arousal occur? Has it always been a part of you?"
"No. It set in after I worked with Hannibal Lecter." He kept watching her, just waiting to see what she might suggest. "He was a co-worker, a misplaced confidant, and a lover. My choice in men has gotten better recently."
"Ah. " She said that as if it were explaining something she had seen in him. "As I understand it, before his true identity was reveal, Hannibal Lecter was a very well renowned psychiatrist?"
"Toast of the town, and a consultant with the FBI. We built profiles together on more than one case." And maybe that explained something she might have seen in him. "I had problems after I killed the murderer on my first big solo case, and he helped me."
"And what form did this help take?" she asked, settling down with the teapot and china, pouring in fluid movements.
"Psychiatric," Will deadpanned, still watching her. "I wasn't talking for a while. I wasn't interacting. My wife at the time said I was 'catatonic', but I just didn't want to interact."
"And he engaged you again?" Lady Heather offered him a perfect looking cup of tea. "Interesting."
"I was trying to separate myself from what I'd seen and done. He pulled me back together." Will took the cup of tea. "Thank you."
She smiled at him. "But the problems did not occur until after this. Did he perhaps do any hypnosis or regression therapy with you?"
"There was nothing to regress to," Will noted wryly. "I was all of twenty-four at the time. There was hypnosis, though." And a mid-stream thought of his that rose up and went, 'Why not?' -- why wouldn't Lecter plant something like that in the FBI agent, just for kicks?
"It’s a commonly used tool in dealing with trauma if there is sufficient trust between therapist and client," Lady Heather said calmly. "It allows repressed areas to be opened up. Do you believe that he could have abused that trust with you?"
He took a sip of the tea. Nice, low tannin level that didn't leave too much of a bite on his tongue. "Oh, yes. How could he have not given in to that temptation? Hannibal has... no boundaries."
"Did he perhaps prescribe you medication? Some impulses that are contrary to someone's nature can be implanted with skillful use of hypnosis and certain drugs."
"I lived on hypnotics for about a year to sleep. Benadryl level stuff, nothing hard. Once I started being myself again, I had an official therapist who wasn't Lecter who handled that." He wasn't even sure how contrary it was to his nature anymore.
"That would be sufficient," Lady Heather replied looking at him. "What symptoms can you tell me about that you are aware that are not right for you?"
Where to start? Will took another sip, and took his time thinking it over. "The sexual arousal at extreme gore. I haven't really sat down and taken a hard look and compared me before that and me now because I've had a lot of extenuating circumstances in the intervening years. I'd just like to function at my job."
"Is it the sight of blood, or the connection with violence? You will need to find the root of the arousal if we are to... release the hypnotic suggestion," Lady Heather said.
"It's probably the connection with violence. I'm not sure. Paper cuts don't do anything," he noted wryly.
"What sensations do you experience when you see evidence of extreme violence?" she asked, sipping gently as if this were a perfectly normal conversation to have over a cup of tea.
Maybe it was for her. Maybe that was why Catherine had referred him to her. "Extreme sexual arousal. Like a sixteen year old in a strip club. Completely at odds with my usual experiences."
"And what is your usual experience?" Lady Heather. "What would you define as your normal state of arousal?"
"Intelligent, quirky men, usually. People I can trust, and I might be horny, but I can control myself long enough to get in the house. We might not make it to the bedroom, but..." He waved one hand slightly, a vague gesture. "Pretty normal, fairly tame back and forth, even if I am a little naturally 'high strung'. Normal is not creeping out the medical examiner because you want to fuck an open chest cavity and it's showing on your face."
"What’s normal is defined by our own perceptions," Lady Heather replied. "The fact that you’re recognizing this behavior as not normal is an indication that your mind is fighting it. I believe that it is possible to remove the compulsion and inappropriate arousal, but the simplest way would involve re-mapping your own desires and experience after weakening the implanted suggestion."
"How could that be done?" He had a feeling it would involve someone else mucking around in his head, which felt like a revolving door to begin with.
"We would have a series of sessions where we very carefully loosen the hold of the compulsion through hypnosis," she answered. "When you’re ready, we will take it out, and then while you are still hypnotized, you will need to make love with someone to whom you are genuinely attracted in order to create a dominate suggestion. I will be honest, no standard therapist will offer this as a solution and I suspect that Lecter will have anticipated the normal measures people would take. An alternate route will get past those defenses."
"If I went to a normal therapist with this, I'd be in psych ward in no time," Will drawled. It was better to try that first than it was to self admit. He'd really held it together for a while now, and to lose that well-held ground... no. "I'll need to talk to Jim."
"Of course," Lady Heather agreed. "It’s up to you whether you wish to commence tonight, or wait until after you’ve decided."
"If you have the time, the sooner we can start the better. There's no sense in my wasting time in indecision." Not when he could possibly get this fixed, and soon.
"Then we will establish our rapport and begin with some light groundwork," she answered. "Make yourself completely comfortable and I will guide you into a light trance state. They are very relaxing and calming, and you will feel refreshed if nothing else at the end of it."
"No making me cluck like a chicken," Will murmured, leaning forward to set the teacup down. It was going to be an interesting morning.
Jim could usually tell when Will wanted to talk about something. He fidgeted in unusual ways, pacing backwards and forwards to get the coffee, attention flitting around. He'd been a bit like that for the last few weeks and Jim was half wondering if this was going to lead to one of those 'It's not you, it's me,’ conversation. That was one reason he hadn't pressed the matter.
It seemed though that Will was winding up for the pitch so he mentally braced himself. At least dinner had been nice -- the cooking binges Will went on when they both had time were pretty impressive.
"Jim, what do you think of Heather? The one who runs the Dominion."
Oh, hell.
"Uh... She's...." Jim hesitated a moment. "She's got enough raw sexuality to turn on a stick. Then she'd probably find something kinky to do with it. I didn't know you knew about her."
"I've been seeing her a couple of times a week for the last few weeks." Will took a sip of his coffee. "So, I wanted to talk to you about it."
The sinking feeling grew. "Oh. Right well..uh..okay." Obviously, whatever he was doing for Will wasn't enough. "Well, you know, I'm not as young as I used to be, and I guess you put someone like me up against someone like her and there's no competition. That's okay."
He didn't expect Will to be staring openly at him. "For therapy. I've been seeing her for therapy."
"You know, I think I need stronger coffee to deal with this," Jim said. "Okay, lets start again. You're seeing Lady Heather for therapy? What for?"
"So, Catherine never told you?" Will looked oddly relieved. "I thought you talked about everything. I, uh..."
"Catherine's involved?" Jim asked. "I thought we talked about everything but obviously not. What's going on Will?"
"I, uh, I've had a few inappropriate reactions on scenes, but when I went to that autopsy, with the two mail order brides in the tar? I almost couldn't control myself. I wanted to just... fuck the chest cavity," Will said slowly.
Jim stopped frowning a little. "I'm willing to accommodate pretty much any sexual fantasy you have Will, but that's pushing it a little far."
"Yeah, well. I don't have any control over it, and I'd like it fixed, so I've been seeing Heather. She thinks Lecter planted it as a hypnotic suggestion years ago. What's funnier than making a cop uncontrollably aroused at a gory scene?" Will took another sip of the coffee. "It bothered me, so I didn't want to mention it to you."
"Okay." Jim didn't know what else to say. "But you have now."
"I wish I hadn't?" Will lifted an eyebrow at him. "I need to have sex with you while under hypnosis to get this under lock finally."
"I have to have sex with you while you’re hypnotized, or me too?" he asked, trying to absorb everything.
"While I am. So far Heather hasn't made me do anything like cluck like a chicken, but you'd be there to put the brakes on her if it seemed weird." Will paused, and added, "Weirder than this already seems."
"Weirder than having sex in front of someone who has you hypnotized?" Jim asked rhetorically. He shrugged a little. "Okay. Can't guarantee that I might get stage fright, but if you need it, then I'm there."
"I'll get stage fright, too," Will shrugged back, starting to stand up, which put him at taller than Jim again. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault you got screwed over," Jim answered. "So when is all this?"
"Whenever you want. I'll work it out with Heather and hopefully I won't have to keep throwing autopsies at Stokes any more." And Jim had noticed that Stokes was taking them on Will's cases. Will set his coffee cup down, and moved into Jim's personal space. "Thanks for putting up with me."
"Make it when we've got time off after," Jim said, as if it was the sort of appointment they did every day.
It was pretty much the only way he was going to handle it. Will had warned him he had problems, but it had never seemed quite so... sharp as it did then, even with Will's face torn between miserable and contrite.
He seemed to be waiting for something and Jim belatedly realized he was waiting for approval and so turned to pull him into an embrace. "You're not going to lose me okay?"
"Good. I'm pretty invested with you." Will turned his head, kissed the side of his mouth. "I'd lose at least half my sock collection."
Jim had agreed though, not even really needing his arm twisted much because it meant a lot to him, and Jim just nodded and agreed if it came to that.
There was his car, turning into the car park, coming to a halt. No last minute calls this time. No doubles, no excuses. They were finally going to do this, and maybe he could be free.
Will rocked onto his heels for a moment, and smiled while he waved at Jim, but he didn't move to put himself in run over with a car position. He just waited for Jim to pop his door to move to meet him.
Jim did with a slow easy gait that meant he was trying to be more relaxed than he actually was. "Not late am I? Took a shower at work, just in case. " Jim was a little body conscious.
Will thought that was funny, because he had no qualms at all about bodies. "No, I just got here early."
"So, tell me again what to expect?" Jim asked as he locked the car and drifted in the general direction of the door.
Will didn't rush him, just let Jim start that way. "I'm not sure whether Heather puts me under hypnosis and then we have sex, or we start to have sex and then she puts me under -- but that sounds a little harder to do. But it involves you and me naked. However is easiest for you." He was figuring he'd be on the bottom, and that was easier.
"She doesn't want to hypnotize me?" Jim asked. "And it won't be you having to do things, will it? I mean, that you don't want to." He was pretty sensitive to that as well.
"She doesn't want to hypnotize you," Will agreed, "And I'm not doing anything I don't want to. It's you. You know how I act and what's normal for me."
"Mmm," Jim said. "Well at least I'm not here to investigate a murder or anything." He knocked on the door, the sound booming ominously.
"I can hear the 'this time' in your voice," Will drawled, standing up straight beside Jim, waiting for Heather to open the door.
The door opened in an unhurried way, ad Lady Heather stood there, smiling in welcome. "Welcome back to the Dominion, CSI Supervisor Brass," she said. "I do hope any handcuffs this time are ones to use within these walls."
Will nudged him forward a little. "Good morning, Heather. Thank you for working with our schedules."
"It’s necessary to be flexible in my role," she said. "Come with me, I‘ve had a room prepared for you."
"She doesn't bite." Will smiled a little as he and Jim walked in. That was more than he could say for his therapist almost thirty years ago.
"Only by arrangement," Lady Heather replied. "This will be done under delicate conditions. There is a possibility, we might uncover the equivalent of a trap."
"In my head," Will half-said and half-asked, because he couldn't quite imagine what there would be.
“Precisely.” Because Lecter would think that was funny, too, and Will knew it. He thought Lady Heather knew it, as well, or he hoped that she did. Otherwise, how could she make this work?
Pausing ahead, she pushed open a door, and stepped inside. “Please. Enter, and make yourselves comfortable. We will begin once you’ve reached a state of readiness. I will observe the situation and return once the time is right.” Jim muttered something halfway under his breath, but she ignored it. “You’ll find drinks available in the cabinet, CSI Supervisor Brass. I don’t advise anything for Will, for obvious reasons.”
She left them there, and the loss of her presence in the room was remarkable. Will gave Jim a crooked smile and stepped towards the ornate bar taking up most of one wall. “What can I get you?”
“Scotch. I have a feeling I’m gonna need it.”
By the time Lady Heather came into the room, Jim was lightly buzzed on good scotch and almost oblivious to the intrusion. Kissing Will was something he enjoyed doing even without it being apropos to sex.
"Do continue," Lady Heather said settling herself half in the shadows. "But listen to my voice Will, attend to my words."
"Mm-hm, listening," Will murmured stretching a leg, so his ankles hooked over top of Jim's. They were tangled up pretty nicely.
Lady Heathers voice was compelling in its own right. "On the count of ten I will use our established cue word and as before when I do you feel a surge of total relaxation, and calmness that comes with entering a trance state. Jim will hold you safe, because his arms are a protection for you."
It wasn't the place to interject, but he could lean up a little, watch Will's face -- he looked a little dazed, a little too relaxed, and ready for whatever Heather had planned. All Jim had to do was be there.
Heather nodded to him as she counted down in a slow measured honey tone and then said "Purple scarab." Immediately, Will relaxed completely in his arms.
"Now will, you find yourself becoming aroused. Tell me what you see?"
Jim shifted, and held him tight, and just waited to see what Will would say. "I see a body strung from the ceiling."
Yeah, not normal. Not even close
"What are you wanting to do?" Heather queried. "What calls to you?"
"I want to pull it open." Will sounded almost as if he was sunken back into himself. "I want to rend it apart."
"Now listen to me, Will. You will hold on to the feeling, but I want you to feel around the image of thing in your mind. Look away from the body and you will see something that is a way out, a doorway. Beyond that door is another room where your real desires wait for you. Find it now."
"I see the door." Will said it after a moment, and he looked like he was searching, looking past Jim.
"Go to the door," Lady Heather instructed. "Take the feeling of desire with you. You are returning it to its natural home."
It was interesting to watch at least.
"I'm opening the door." Jim wondered just what desire's natural home was, when it wasn't bodies and gore. If it was him, or maybe Will's long gone ex-wife, or who knew?
"What do you see, Will?" Lady Heather prompted. "Who is there, or what?"
Will's answer sounded oddly deflated and shaky. "No one."
Lady Heather did not seem discomfited by this development at all. "Then they will be along shortly," she said. "The door is to be barricaded. Brick it up, Will. Block that entrance."
"I don't see any other doors." And Jim couldn't blame a guy for not wanting to go all Cask of Amontillado on themselves.
"It is there. It has been hidden from you, concealed. That is why someone cannot be there. Barricade the door to the other room, then use your investigator’s eye." Lady Heather was leaning forward.
He watched Will's expression tighten, and started to move a hand to rub at one of his shoulders. Will seemed to be going along with what Heather was telling him, and after a while, he said, "I think I found it."
"When you open the door, someone will be waiting for you on the other side. Someone you love and cherish, with whom you feel safe to be yourself." She nodded to Jim and he realized that apparently meant he had to step into the role.
He had no idea how the hell he was going to do that, but he was going to try.
"Okay." Will was quiet for a moment, and then he said, "I'm going through the door."
Lady Heather gestured to Jim who rather belatedly said. "Hi Will," which sounded a little lame, but it was all he could manage.
"Jim?" Will moved finally, clutched tight to him, muscles flexing. Yeah, him. That worked. That was okay, even if Heather was hypnotizing him into the place of a body. He could work out his comfort level with that later, because it would probably, maybe make it hard for Will to ever dump him if the urge hit.
"Yeah, it's me, Will," Jim replied drawing him close. "You okay?" Lady Heather was watching them but she leaned back so the shadow obscured her.
"Sort of confused." Will shifted a little, hands sliding down to loop loosely around Jim's back.
"I can see that," Jim answered. "But, you know... given a choice you wanna... do something?"
"Yeah." Will turned his head, cheek to cheek with Jim for a moment like he was checking it out before he kissed him.
"Well hey, that's a relief," Jim said kissing back. He could just about hear the low murmur of Lady Heather’s voice behind them.
"...let your desires free, indulge them, release your inhibitions, Will."
The funny thing was that Jim didn't think Will had much in the way of inhibitions. He was pretty up front on what he wanted to do, and how into it he was, but this was a little different, a different texture. Will was still a little disjointed in moving, but he seemed to know what he wanted, kissing Jim hard, and then pulling back to suck a line down the side of Jim's neck.
The difference was only noticeable in comparison, just a feeling of something not holding back. "Mmm. I like that," he murmured, shifting to kiss what he could reach.
"Good. I can get my mouth on a lot of you..." That sounded like a threat and a promise, but mostly like Will wanted to suck his cock.
He sure hoped it wasn't some latent Hannibal Lecter trap, but as Will moved over him, he seemed more interesting in sucking and kissing and it was damn erotic. It didn't take much of this new approach to get him aroused and ready.
No biting, just open mouth, and Will moving him so he was on his back and just letting Will do his thing. He seemed pretty intent, and he liked the grin on Will's face.
It looked natural and he found himself relaxing in the same way, trying to touch him back instinctively and making general noises of pleasure as he shifted and moved. "That's... good. That's... yeah."
It didn't matter that Will was still hypnotized, because it felt okay. Will felt like Will to Jim, the way he wrapped a hand around Jim's dick and smirked a tiny bit before he leaned in to engulf him. Who knew what he was seeing in his half dream state, half there. He moaned under his breath, pushing up a little, trying to keep it under control. "Mm.. Will..."
Even subdued, Will knew how to suck cock like a damn pro, pulling back and then leaning in, but it seemed to get really good when Jim threaded his hands through Will's hair, stroking. Obviously he craved attention and touch like that so he obliged by continuing to stroke and touch even as Will suck him off "That's ...fuck, that's fantastic Will...yeah... like that..."
"Mmh." That sounded positive, felt positive, because Will pulled back a little and slid his tongue around the underside of Jim's cockhead before he stopped. "Hey, we could switch this around..."
"Sure." Jim was more than willing to do anything suggested. He couldn't be too pushy, not with Will drifting along in a hypnotic trance probably imagining himself somewhere very different. He didn't know where Will thought he was, but he wasn't going to ask. Or maybe Will was quiet minded enough to imagine he was in some vast white room? But he shifted, moving shoulder to shoulder again. "I like it when we do this. As much as I like your ass... I trust you."
"Tell him what you want him to do..." came a subtle voice he could barely hear.
"I trust you, too, " he replied smoothing over Will's skin.
"I want you to fuck me." That they didn't do too often. Well, they did, but Jim had ended up the usual catcher, if he was going to designate it that way.
Will seemed to have issues with that, like he had to try to make himself relax to do it, and it was just a little awkward so they tended not to go that way. "Sure, if that's what you want, Will..." He reached to smooth a hand over Will's ass. "It would be fantastic."
Will flexed his ass cheek under Jim's hand, and stayed so he was facing him. Face to face, he could do that. He might need to ice his back afterwards, but yeah. "That's what I want."
Jim chuckled. "Okay then. " He was glad for the supplies Lady Heather had laid out for them. He got himself some lube -- good stuff, nothing cheap in this establishment -- and began working it in down Will’s ass, fingering him.
She was still there, but he was focusing on Will, and that made it easier. Will was responsive, even if he was a little more subdued, groaning and reaching for Jim, keeping his hands on him like he wasn't sure he was real, even though Jim had one of Will's legs bent up in a way that had to be uncomfortable.
"That good? Feel okay?" he murmured. "You ready...?" He was trying to work out the least stressful way of doing this for them both.
"Yeah. Yeah, I want it." Will shifted, and okay, if Will wanted to do the work, or at least make it easier on Jim, okay. He might regret it later, but he was sprawling his legs, and planted one on the mattress to lift his hips up.
He maneuvered around to get himself in the right position and then carefully guided him onto his cock. "Oh god..." He was so damn tight, even after the fingering.
Will exhaled hard, and clenched tight around Jim. "Shocking, given some of the stupid shit I've done."
"What is?" He wasn't following the conversation that well because it felt so good, so hot and tight and he'd forgotten it could be like that.
"That I can feel all of you." Will was relaxed, really honest to god relaxed, not relaxed because it wasn't fair that Jim was always the one getting fucked. No, he was getting into it, moving, twitching his hips up, hard as a rock between them.
That was good, damn good and he let it happen, supporting his hips with his hands. He moved as much as he could to enhance the experience, reaching with one hand to fondle Will's cock at the same time.
"Uhn. Yeah, just like that. Slow like that..." Will's head lolled on the bed, and he jerked his hips up hard against Jim again.
Slow was good, he needed to pace himself, to hit every spot with a well aimed thrust. "Mmm," Words were beyond him at that moment as he increased the pace a little. Just, slowly, steadily, until he couldn't focus on anything but moving back and forth, driving closer to orgasm while Will rocked underneath him.
"Yes, yes...." He stroked harder, thrust faster, building towards his own climax, loving it, needing it, murmuring words to Will, soft and breathless among the groans and moans. "Yeah... now, now... fuck, yes...."
He was probably going to come before Will, and that was fine, he could finish Will off with his hand, his mouth, anything Will wanted, and he didn't really expect to find Will's fingers tangling up with his own to stroke him off while Jim fucked him.
That was hot and it pushed him up into the last dizzying thrusts and to a burst of orgasm that had him coming and then pumping hard to make Will join him.
Just a few more strokes when he was done, and he could feel Will's ass clenching hard around him, while Will hauled him in closer with his free hand. "Jim."
"You are amazing," he said getting his breath back. "You know... I'm not going anywhere, Will. I'd do anything for you."
He was pretty sure that when Will rested his right hand on Jim's shoulder, it was semen-y. "Good. You mean the world to me."
They didn't do this often, but Jim guessed that if this whole hypnosis thing made Will more open to things it was worth saying now. "You know, I kinda love you. I probably won't say it often but...I thought you should know."
It was probably the lamest profession of love ever.
"Say that now, but wait until I bring a three legged dog home." Will clutched tight at him, though. "I love you. A lot."
Jim smiled kissing him again. "What a coincidence. Three legged dogs get stupid names by me, okay?"
He could see Lady Heather move slightly out of the shadows, coming into view.
"Okay." It had to be some weird subconscious thing, but Will was smiling, and hugging him tight enough to be crushing if Jim were a less heavily built guy.
"Will, you will remember this and it will be a foundation for your sexual arousal. Inappropriate responses are contained and will wither and die. On the count of ten, you will come out of your trance but you will recall every detail."
Jim really hoped that was a good thing as she began the slow measured count.
After the end of ten, he felt Will release the hug of doom a little, but he didn't un-relax. "Huh."
"Hey, you with me?" Jim asked. "Hope it's not a disappointment. Did I look better under hypnosis?"
"No, I just..." Will tilted his head back and really looked at Jim, and there was the sharp awareness Jim was used to. "Hi."
"How are you feeling, Will?" Lady Heather asked. "The regression was successful and the block will hold. Lecter was very cunning."
"Not exactly news to me, though I'm curious about the mechanics." Will petted a hand down Jim's back. "When we're not naked."
"I will certainly explain them. But as it has been completed, feel free to stay and make whatever use of the facilities that you might desire." She got up and with a smile at them both turned to leave the room.
Will leaned back, and idled his hands down Jim's shoulders. "Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me for anything," Jim said. "We can do the manly eyebrow raise and you know...stuff."
"Yeah. Still. I promise if I go to the animal shelter, I'll let you go with me." Will lifted his eyebrows.
"There you go. Meaningful, yet seemingly emotionally shallow," Jim said grinning and kissing him. "Do you remember all of it?"
"I think so. The door thing was..." Will rubbed at Jim's shoulder again, when the kiss was over. "Strange.”
"Guess it was all symbolic or something," he said. "Pretty weird from my side too."
"See what I meant about putting up with me?" Will shifted, started to move. "We should probably shower or something. Clean up."
"Mm, we could do that," Jim agreed not wanting to move much, and more rolling out of the way. "That was kinda weird. You were there and not there at the same time."
"Once upon a time, I was kind of always like that." He didn't seem to miss it, either. "I like being all tuned in."
"If what we've just done is an indicator, I think I like you being all tuned in as well," Jim said moving to get up. His back twinged a bit but it was a good ache.
Some hot water, going home, getting some food in them, and then passing out in whoever's bed seemed the easiest -- which was probably not Will's, given the location of his crappy apartment -- and then maybe they had the day off, pending any call-ins.
Will was going to want to know what Heather had worked out from that scenario, but Jim was okay with not really ever understanding the mental side of things. As far as he was concerned, if it worked that was all he needed to know. Will had the sort of mind that had to understand the how of things to accept them, he just had to see the results. He could see already that Will seemed more comfortable in his own skin right here and now, and the sharpness was all intelligence and quirkiness. He liked that; he wouldn't have wanted Will to be softened and subdued like that all his life, but with the results sitting there, beckoning him to the shower with that slight sideways smirk, and humor in his blue eyes, Jim had to admit that a little bit of mind-control went a long way.
