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In that morning, Hannibal has asked Will to stay over again - knowing well enough Will had allowed such thing to come, so he would love to take full advantage of the privileges he was being given as much as he can. Such intimacy was everything he ever wanted, from understanding to be loved was all he ever asked for and he was being thankful the young man didn’t deny his desires when he saw it. 

“Jack asked me to consult in his case last night,” Hannibal announced when he first woke up with Will by his side. “You were here so I couldn’t find any appropriate time to talk about it, but I was expected to come once I got the news.” 

Will nodded in acknowledgement, already confirming that Jack also has asked him separately about the new case they got. “Then I guess we are going the same way, Doctor Lecter.” he said lazily with a sheepish smile softly tucked on his lips. 

Hannibal smiles delightfully and closes his eyes to take in the scent of cheap aftershave and the newly sensation in the presence of Will - with his blue eyes and messy brown curls that clings to his head beautifully, accompanying to the sense of soft lavender still lingering in the air that Will got after showering at his house, using his products and cologne and wearing the clothes he prepared. He’s already anticipating the near future, where comforts were present when the guy sat next to him and watch him under the pretense of just looking out the front window when he glances back in turn.  

“It’s my pleasure to have you for company.” then he leans in even closer, drowning in the feeling of warm skin collided to his face, his breath hitched up in satisfaction when Will also reciprocated it with a hand petting upon his head - like a careful lover. “I also would like you to stay longer for breakfast, if you don’t mind.” he mumbled between his teeth that laid calmly just above the delicate flesh, uncaring to move away from the alluring emotion that bubbling up within his chest. 

Will thought for a moment, blue colors rolling under the periphery of his eyes, a shade of green that shines through by the soft ray of light of the morning sun and considering his choices for a minute before nodding his agreement. “Alright.” 

They both moved down from bed after some cuddling, and the good doctor was more than happy to indulge to Will’s demands since he also wanted to stay in bed all the day - if not for Jack and his case to ruin it all at once.  

Will go into shower once more after both of them were down and cleared-head from sleep, changing back his clothes before heading downstairs to meet with a welcoming breakfast and the naked sight of Hannibal Lecter. 

Will’s brows jerked up, questioning. “You’re... not wearing anything.” 

Hannibal just nodded, agreement readied on his expression as he turns around to face Will, his face was relaxed as he put down the meal, skin flushed when he felt the intensity the other man was giving him. “I didn’t expect you to come down so soon,” he clearly does, this is a show-off on purpose. “I was thinking to go change when I finished cooking for us. Would you like to sit down first?” 

It seems Hannibal has become bolder after knowing the fact that Will had a soft spot for him, even in bed he was more demanding for him for embraces and touches, intimate. “Of course.” Will didn’t deny it this time, not anymore. He glances down at the food offered to him and smile tenderly as he sits down. Though when Hannibal nod and bid his way for his clothes, he stopped him. “Sit, Hannibal.” 

“Will?” Hannibal looks back at him, asking the question they both knew the answer to. 

“Sit,” he repeated, motioning his hand to the empty chair next to him and then to the meal in front of it. “You’re not going anywhere until you finished it.” 

The older man didn’t demand any further questions, his eyes full with delight and understanding, grateful even when he obeyed and sat himself down silently, his eyes diligently follow Will’s eating figure. They both start to eat their fill at that, ignoring the way Hannibal’s erection has grown the more seconds passed in between. Will had probably expected it, as well as Hannibal has perhaps anticipated for such thing to happened when he decided it was a good move to stay nude after their morning together.  

They took their time, the command Jack Crawford left unattended to the back of their minds - as if it was not important enough to deemed worthy - so, they eat in a comfortable silence with occasional exchange of glances and smiles to each other, a smile sweetly stuck on their lips. They didn’t touch, but the means bear within their eyes are already have enough affection to it and neither of them complaint during the whole breakfast until they were done and Hannibal was allowed to go change into his clothes and Will wash their dishes. 

Hannibal came back, the familiar piece of clothes clung around his body, a simple of black and grey but still manage to seems extravagant enough, he didn’t use any tie today, a scarf and winter hat, ear flaps long and stick to his cheeks warmly. “Why’re you wear winter clothes?” Will asked, his voice a little confusing when it hitches up as he glances at Hannibal for a second time. 

“Jack has said we would need it due to the low temperature.” the doctor answered simply, an amusing smile slowly perks his lips knowingly. “It seems uncle Jack didn’t spare you that information.” 

Will huffs a breath, “Surely he didn’t,” he didn’t think much about it, Jack always seems to focus on Hannibal more after undergoing with the plan of the lure, desperate to grasp at any possible hope to catch the Chesapeake Ripper. “Let’s go.” he said, turning around and head to the door swiftly, uncaring for the other person as he knew he would follow. 

Will came back to Wolf Trap, walking over to the front yard and silently enter his home before he removed his boots and set it on the side and then his pack of dogs instantly run forwards and jump at him excitedly one by one. “Have you missed me? Good boy.” 

“Do you think it was an animal, Will?” he heard a voice from behind him, but he didn’t turn back to know who it is as he continue to pet his dogs. 

“No,” he replied calmly, face planted upon his pack with a low smile hung loose on his face. “Yes, but not that kind of animal.” he isn’t sure, but the evident are clearly showing the signs that such animal do not exist, not inside his mind that telling him this is a different type of hunt, a test.  

Hannibal walks in slowly, he didn’t pay any mind when some of the dogs came and sniff at him. “What would you do now?” 

Today was not nearly as exhausted and Will had thought he should take some rest, after all, having Hannibal Lecter here in his home would be some kind of achievement and Jack wouldn’t be so proud if he were to say he invited the monster to come and sleep with him in his home. “I’m gonna go sleep.” he come to a stand, finally looks directly at Hannibal after both of them left the crime scene together in separate cars. “You can go back, my bed isn’t actually a good place for two men to sleep in.” 

The other man shuts his mouth, pupils suddenly darken as he eyes Will for a contemplating moment, a heave of breath and he blinks away. “I can rest on the sofa, if you don’t mind.” 

“What?” Will frowns, confusion clear on his tone as he approaches Hannibal, his hand quickly came and held in the solid wrist of the doctor. “Go home, Hannibal. Why would you insist on staying with me when you have a house and an even bigger bed?” 

Hannibal didn’t pull out, but he seems to be reluctant about something as he clenches his mouth and lick his lower lip, hazel color wandered further as he stares at Will. “I want to be with you, Will.”  

It didn’t come as a surprise, but he didn’t think Hannibal would be so demanding. But he was taken aback how his actions seem to created such boldness from the older man. “Fine.” he agreed finally, eyes drag back to the sofa behind him. “Bring that to my bedroom then.” 

Hannibal stood silent, his eyes glancing around appreciatively before nodding and went towards the said furniture. It took quite some time for both of them to reach his room, with Hannibal tentatively walking just behind, footfalls softly descending in sync with him so naturally that Will had thought it was only him inside. 

“Do you... really want to sleep here?” when he finally sat down on the soft mattress, weighing his body down under, as soon as the thought took in roots inside his head, one thing left somehow sat out oddly and coloring concern to his mind. “You could still go home, we will meet again.” Hannibal Lecter is inside his house, walking into his home and presenting himself in his bedroom, all of it were completely allowed with his consent. “Are you sure you want to sleep on that sofa?” he was not even aware how natural it was until this moment. 

Hannibal allowed both of them a minute of stretched silence, following by a brief of inhale and exhale in between conscious choices over his mind and he soon looks back, pleased and peace blended in beautifully as he answered, “Yes.” a simple confirmation, with that soft husky and even tone betraying nothing, showing his mind as clear joy seems to blind its way to Will’s blue eyes. 

Will hesitates for just a second before lying down, sight planted firmly upon the ceiling above and he sigh. “If...” he starts, wondering why he’s even thinking that and why would he even spill it out. “If you can’t sleep, come sleep with me. Simply wake me up is fine, I’ll leave space for you.” 

Hannibal smile, admire the sincerity within the voice and softly placing himself onto the sofa. “Of course, Will. I appreciate the offer.”  

Just like that, they sleep separately - or not so separately. It’s amazing how peaceful they could be, after all of deceives and lies under the tone of forgiveness and friendship, after how betrayed and injustice Will felt towards Hannibal and the vengeance is not at all subtle even now - Hannibal knew, he had told him, yet he did nothing to that revelation. How could Hannibal sleep so soundly with him? He has made such a choice by simply leaving those... gifts for that man because he couldn’t trust himself, how could the Doctor not even wary but accepting over the fact that he could one day die when he asked Will to stay by his side?

Unless this was all in another bigger, grander scheme in order to have him warped around his fingers - and all he could do was to once more blindly believing it to be true, believing that those words and gestures were genuine. 

Will couldn’t sleep a wink that night, rising to the sun among his dogs with his messy state - curly hair slick to the side and his eyes tiredly scans his own room, looking for a specific man. 

“Good morning, Will.” the man in question greeted conversationally, eyes soft from sleep and Will could see the flocks of hair fall easily down his face in such an innocent manner as the older man look back at him expectantly. “Do you have trouble sleeping still, Will?” 

Will met the tone evenly, breathing in the fresh air into his lungs as he answered, “I sleep just fine.”  

Hannibal blinks once, taking in the information as much as he drank in the sight of Will. “I’ll start preparing breakfast, if you’d want?” 

What a bold man. “Go ahead.” he said simply, eyes wandering around for a moment of seconds before landing back at the standing figure of Hannibal Lecter.  

“Then, I’ll excuse myself first.” Will watches as Hannibal’s retreating back slowly fade from his vision, farther and farther from his reach, until every small line reduced to just a slight scent of fresh mint lingering to remind him that there are two people in his home.  

Since when did they have such intimacy to the point of domestic? Will can’t seem to remember what time did he allowed Hannibal to become so... familiar with him like this. It’s strange, the concept of just peacefully being with the good doctor never once made him scared, which make him reluctant now. 

Will descent downstairs, smelling the aromatic feeling of bacon and eggs entered his nose. For a moment there, he hesitates. Fearful for the sight he’s about to see, afraid he’d come to love it even more and would have wanted to ask Hannibal to stay. He’s already aware of his affection towards Hannibal, but not like this, this is too much even for himself to allowed. “Smells nice.” he praised lightly, finally peaking his head to see Hannibal setting down two plates on the opposite ends, though Will’s table didn’t really serve the purpose to be that big enough to stay far away. 

“Thank you,” Hannibal simply looks at him and then smiles tenderly before sitting down his chair, the sound of wood against wood softly dragging themselves closer as the man adjusts his seat. “Please wash your hands before sitting down.”  

Will scoffs, but he did as he was told and head to the faucet. Clinking water dropping upon his palms, distracting his thoughts over for a minute as he couldn’t help but move his legs to where Hannibal had placed his breakfast. But then, “I’m sorry, Will.” 

Will stopped all his tracks, back straighten when he turns around to take in Hannibal - a calm face now painted with something that seems so close to guilt. “What?” 

Hannibal’s eyes flickered, a flash of light went through the illusion of his pupils as he cast down his eyes, avoiding the contact Will was sending his way and he licks his lips. “It seems that my impulsiveness gave you a hard time sleeping last night.” 

“What are you talking about? I told you I slept just fine.” 

“You said you don’t want me to lie to you, does the courtesy not apply to you?” 

Will stood there with his mouth shut, letting the falling sound of water be the only thing to back his thoughts.  

“I would want nothing more than what’s best for you, Will.” Hannibal continued slowly, hazel colors cross back to the younger man. “You said you hate outright lies,” he added. “so tell me, Will... What you were doing just now, was it not a lie?” 

Will clenches his jaw, flinching just slightly at the implication that he betrayed his own words. “Yes.” finally, he breath out, the sound of his heartbeat suddenly grown rapid and he wasn’t sure what’s he even thinking. 

Both men stayed in silent, the moment stretches and stretches to the point Will thought it had been hours and the food has probably been colder than a dead body now. But Hannibal just stands up, approaching him in a slow motion before reaching for the running water to turn it off. 

“Would you like to tell me what happened?” he asked, body goes stilled but the hand that came up to caress his hair was gentle. “I would like to hear it, please.” he’s became bolder, indeed.  

Will sigh, given in finally. “You,” he said, his elbows easily resting on either side of the sink as he glances up, silently admitting his troubles with the old man. “It was you.” 

The other man ponders for a moment and then drops his hand, tilting to the side to see more clearly of Will’s solid form. “Do you feel me bothersome?” 

“Yes.” 

Gaining the information he needed, an emotion flash through his body and bubbling up his blood. Like a needle that is too sharp for its own good, somehow take room and buried itself down to his heart and the feeling of rejection came as something much more painful than he anticipated. Hannibal swallowed for a swift second before straighten his posture, ready to head out. Yet again he paused, because of the unyielding hand that clutches on the hem of his shirt as if begging him to stay. “Will-” 

“How did you do it?” Will asked incredulously, as if he was that one unstable man before Hannibal incriminated him. “I kept... want you, needing you no matter how bad of a monster you are. How did you do it? How did you even make me felt peace?” 

Hannibal frowns, a look of concern soon colored his face as he asked, “Do you want me, Will?”  

Will suddenly pushes him down, moving quickly and pin Hannibal on the wooden surfaces of the table before them, back out front while face firmly planted down the hard material. “I don’t think this is the best time to take intercourse, Will.” Hannibal stated plainly, even though he was as much eager for such thing to happen. “Jack is still waiting for us-” 

“Shut up.” the grips became stronger, and now Hannibal think if he even dared to speak again, Will would surely strangle him to death. Albeit the thought did feel pleasurable to him, he stopped all movement and laid himself out without further provocation, breathing evenly as he let Will maneuver him to his liking. 

Will took in great deal of effort to fix Hannibal’s position, given that the man has now at his demands to do whatever he please. He takes Hannibal hands and placing both upon the man’s clothed back, crossing each other as he made the knot with his own hand to held it there, pinning down just slightly but made no indication of violence onto the skin. “I’m gonna take you here,” he paused, inhaling softly before his remaining free hand pulled tight and rips down Hannibal’s slacks in a swift motion to reveal the flushed skin beneath it. “and you are going stay put and bear with it.” 

“Am I allowed to voice out my concerns in this matter?” Hannibal rolled his head against the table, his eyes searching out for Will’s face underneath the mess his hair has made and obscured his vision. 

“You can,” Will replied, uncaringly as he looks down at the honey-hazel eyes that peaked out under the fallen dirty blonde and silvery strands of the Doctor’s hair. “But I won’t really listen to it, so I suggest you better save your breath.” 

Hannibal - quick as he always does, accepted it without further resistance. “What an infuriating bastard.” Will remarked just as quickly when he swipes down his boxer, though his tone seems to be smiling at it rather than frustrated of the man’s behavior. 

“I only want to accommodating to your needs, Will.” 

“Of course you are,” Will chuckle, his fingers slowly reach for the twitching hole offered for him, contemplating to whether should he do it without preparation or make it more ideal to loosen the man before taking his fill. “I wonder what kind of manipulation is that.” 

At that moment, Hannibal stirs. “I wasn’t trying to-” 

“Then what do you call this?” Will cuts him off soon enough, like a fit of rage before the actual storm arrive, his voice was cold and formless, rasping and low and almost like someone else entirely. “What do you even call... this relationship? You’re not even my friend anymore, Doctor Lecter. And I’m sure you’re aware I don’t even see you as my psychiatrist.” 

The older man thought deeply for a moment, swallowed back and finally asked, “What do you think this relationship is, Will?”  

“We only have sex and-” 

“If we only have sexual intercourse, then why would you leave your affections for me? In the form of gifts and touches, you’ve been accommodating to my needs when you answered for my begs, you chose to stay, Will.” Hannibal almost spat back, somehow Will had thought he sounded hurtful. “Do you think this is just a relationship where we’re only at the level of merely sexual benefits?” 

“Then what? Don’t tell me that you’re in love with me.” he almost laughs at the thought, but then surprisingly. “Why don’t you... say anything?” 

Hannibal continued to kept his silence further more. “Hannibal, answer me.” 

The older man tilts his head back, his sight seems to become blurry by the second, the more he thought about it, maybe it was right. “Perhaps I am. Human being can barely stop the whimsical of our emotion that had been driven to the point of deep affection as much as we cannot control with respect whom we fall in love with.” 

Will loosen his grips, hands almost fall onto either side of his waist as he took a step back. Hannibal all but stay plainly still, unmoving even though Will has given him his freedom. “No one can fully aware of another human being unless you love them,” he said, baring everything of his vulnerable to Will, offer them to his best behest. “By that love, we see potential in our beloved... I see potentials in you, Will.” 

Will didn’t want this, he didn’t want any of this. He just wanted the admission, for whatever monster that lie beneath that mask of flesh and bones, of blood and souls that has been consumed throughout the years but this - he never had thought about it, let alone seeing Hannibal admitting his feelings. Will back away further, hesitates now. 

“Expressing that love, our beloved’s potential comes true,” Hannibal continued nonetheless. “I only wish for what is best for you, Will.” 

“Liar.” Will spat, venom filled to the brim of his mouth like flood, it was too surreal. 

“I only wanted your potentials to become true,” Hannibal glances back, body still laying there flaccid and wholly exposing, vulnerable. And then at last, “I love you, Will.” 

Though at that point, Will has already ran out of the room, running farther away from his own home, farther away from Hannibal.

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Will handed Peter the pictures, evident of the previous crime printed clearly in it and the slickness along the sticky feeling left Will’s fingers as he placed them onto the small wooden table between them. “Wolf or bear?” he asked as he set each of them down one by one, sights of bites accompanied by black moles of dried blood, some notes presented on below to explain the details though Peter only mindful of the little creature that running around the armrest of his chair. 

Will saw the it and chuckles lightly and he saw Peter silly smiles at it, too. “This is Kevin,” he introduced. “Don’t... don’t stare at him, or they’re going to- take him away from me.”  

“Oh, sorry.” 

The other man takes for a moment to tuck in back Kevin, consoling that little mouse as if it was his friend before looking back at the files on the table. A minutely breath hitches up, consuming air around his lungs and then he blinks, closes his eyes and finally point at one picture, “Bear,” and the hand quickly point to the other next to it - another picture set near the end of the table. “Wolf.” 

Will takes in the information, furrows his brows and asked, “Do bears and wolves hunt together?” 

“Uhm you can- you can train a bear to become a wolf,” Peter murmurs, sounds cutting softly on his tongue as he switching his weight upon the armchair and looks up at Will. He’s just as timid as before but there’s some new air around him now, something akin to illusion of freedom. “A wolf to be a bear...” Unburdening one dark part of himself, understanding that it was something he needed and ultimately get rid of it. Timid but confident. “Train- train long enough and they w- will hunt together... feed together.” Peter continued. 

Will observes the way Peter gently tucks away the mouse back into his sleeves, such intimate act with animals as if they could understand him, accepted him without question and dare to actually laid bare - knowing there won’t be no harms that comes their way. Will had known such feelings, he took care of his dogs that way, too. Though, he only knew of how to treat animals, because they’re not as complex as human beings. How long has it been that he actually developed a true understanding of someone without destroying himself in the process? How long has it been that he’s actually really in love? He wasn’t even sure if what he felt towards Alana was even love in the first place. 

“Enough... enough time, the- there's a great deal I’ll... I can even train you to do it, Will.” he said, a pair of dark eyes stares at him sincerely, hoping Will would understand what he meant. 

Will only smiles ever so tenderly, a brief chuckle escaped his lips as he gazes back to his friend. “That kind of friendship could... keep you on your toes.”  

That received a nod from the other man, he chews his lips in thought before he replied, “Animals, they do have- they have friendship,” he starts. “Just like... just like us.” Peter took a moment to take out Kevin from under him, petting and stroking it sweetly, almost so gently like a fragile thing. “We’re the same.” 

“I’ll... try to remember that.” 

“Please don’t blame the animal,” Peter leans in, close to a whisper as he hardly swallowing his words. “Man is the only creature that kills to... kill.” the man elaborated, each syllable punctuated by a heavy breath before he looks away.  

Will’s eyes instantly widen, pupils suddenly dilated by the thought. Not a hunt, but a test.  

The evident later on only far to proves his point, whether a human with mechanical gears, created by factures of bones and raw blood running through the course of an unbreakable metallic system. 

"No beast is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his own rage.” he heard Hannibal said, the sound of paper colliding against each layer softly thudding upon the tale-tell sound his familiar desk, a melody that sings softly next to his ear with the crackling fireplace and a warmth that he thought he had abandoned for years. 

“It’s not rage.” his voice answered back flatly, almost naturally like something conversional between the two of them, too familiar. “Rage is an emotional response to being provoked. This is something else.” 

“What is it?”  

Will turns his head back, eyeing Hannibal for a moment. “Instinct.” 

The sight of a man that stands tall beside him with his eyes stares back just as sincerely, a line of light making his suits turned to a softer brown color - earthy, fresh and comfy for what Will has always prefer but yet still so much like Hannibal himself - always presented as grace and elegant before Will’s sight, always hiding behind a makeshift of facade from flesh and bones, burying down the true soul within those eyes no matter provocations that sent down his path. Will realized he used to hate it, deep inside of him knew of something behind those hazel eyes and honey-covered words that strangely comforting to him, he wanted to know what secrets are Hannibal was hiding. He wonders if he’s really regret seeing it or just frustrated because he was betrayed by his only friend. 

Such lies are always so ugly, betraying the only thing he needed from the man. Maybe he just wanted something to justify his injustice, some truth about the friendship that they built before every deceiving and framing came in between the walls and broke down every little trust he had given so thoughtlessly, so trustfully. Maybe he just wanted Hannibal to be truly truthful, perhaps then he’ll believe his words were genuine. But then perhaps his plans are almost fated to be doom, and he would have soon to give up everything and leave it all behind – whether he loved Hannibal or not is not within his choices. He wonders what would Hannibal do then? 

“It’s the way he thinks.” he resumed, letting the thought pass by for a second. 

“The way any animal thinks,” Hannibal corrected, slowly setting down the pile of papers down - soon focus all his attention back to Will. “Depends on limitations of mind and body.” and he saw him stares back at him, eyes clear as crystal, the color reflects back like that of a lake painted in the hue of sunset. Beautiful. He wonders what those eyes would look like when he kills people. “If we learn our limitations too soon, we never learn our power.”  

Will bit back, almost like a joke. “His victims are torn apart, I'd say he learned his power.” 

“He claimed his power.” the old man answered back just as calmly, correcting Will all the same. 

Hannibal comes to a stand, hand easily clutches on the middle button that held two flaps of his jacket and then walks to him, elegantly as always - like a friend that he used to care so much. Maybe he still does, Will isn’t sure anymore. “Can you imagine tearing someone apart?” the Doctor asked cordially, heartily as he sat himself down next to Will just inches away from touching him with his body and the proximity gave him a sense of sudden ache rolling inside his belly that scream at him to just take it. Will stay where he is and forces his eyes not gone into contact with Hannibal’s ones. 

Right now Hannibal presented himself almost as delicate and baring, truthful when he turns his eyes and look at him just so, so affectionate - makes it harder to decipher the meaning of his own heart that beats so rapidly like this, was it guilt that he’s feeling? Because in truth, he might have wanted his friend more than he thought. Will couldn’t trust himself to make a decision anymore. “Or would you rather use a gun?” he heard vaguely, the words forming out of Hannibal’s mouth as he asked him, non-accusingly so. 

“Guns lack... intimacy.” he replied evenly, thoughtfully as he turns away the sincerity that are those hazel-red eyes.  

“You set an event in motion with a gun, you don't complete it.” Hannibal continued, eyes sight set far away into the past. 

Will didn’t answer back this time, periphery silently following Hannibal’s movement as if he were a prey bestowed upon a silver platter before his very eyes and he can feel the hunger inside him roar just at the sight. 

“When you sent the man to kill me,” the old man kept on, seemingly oblivion to the thought that runs deep within Will’s mind. “Were you imagining killing me yourself?” at some point, behind those fallen strands of silver and dirt-blonde, he looked as if he was hopeful for something.  

Will drank in the sight, the sense, the scent and the feelings he’s feeling right that moment. Because Hannibal looked too close to endearing in his mind’s eyes. “Living vicariously through him as if... your hands tightened the noose around my neck? Or were you simply hiding?”  

Will took in a deep breath, and a sigh goes past his lips. “I wasn't hiding from anything the first time I tried to kill you.” 

“You were hiding,” Hannibal subjected lightly. “behind the gun.”  

Maybe all beings have something to hide, whether a monster or an animal or a man, they all had hid away behind a veil, an amour created by flesh and bones, by built-up facade of lies and trusts just so they can just simply survive. Maybe Will doesn’t need a reason to accept nor deny Hannibal. Maybe all he need was to just take it as it is and live in peace with himself - and Hannibal. 

“You must allow yourself to be intimate with your instincts, Will.”  

He wonders if he should. But until then, he chose to ignore this piece of memory that he created, making the illusion of love and denial fade slowly and slips out of his own mind before he takes the phone that’s ringing loudly inside his inner pocket down his pants. 

As soon as he took the call, a mechanical voice sounding through the speaker as Hannibal proposed, “I would like you to visit someone with me, Will.” 

“Years ago, I treated a patient,” Hannibal started as soon as they got down the road with Will sitting next to him in the front passenger seat. “A teenage boy who suffered from what I would describe as an identity disorder.” 

None of them spared the talk about last night incident, seemingly to let the event passed out to the deepest roots of their mind. “He thinks of himself as a beast.” Will supplied calmly, eyes indifferently stare to the mirror in front him. 

“During our therapy, he reported a moment of clarity.” the older man agreed, he remains there for a moment before took a glance at the profiler’s direction. “He understood in that moment, he was an animal born in the body of a man.” 

It didn’t take Will that long to understood the meaning of this gesture in inviting him over to see that boy. “You wanted me to see the gift you bestowed upon him.” 

Hannibal didn’t deny it. “I wanted to prove to you my words were genuine, Will.” I love you, Will. 

The young profiler only scoffed and turned around to look the landscapes that are running outside of the view from Hannibal’s car, letting silence once more fall down upon them both. 

“Hello, Randall.” Hannibal greeted as he walked into the darkness sliding down the coldness from the museum, an ominous air emitted out of it and the taste of flesh sent Will’s nostril flare. 

Randall takes in the sound for a breath of moment before tilting his head up and looks at him, with the skull made up from different species of animal accompanying with a scent of distinct smell of gasoline oil - tangy and suffocating yet still so familiar to those that he used for his own boats. Will didn’t say anything, letting the two greeting each other. “Doctor Lecter.” the boy glances to him, suspicious rising up at the unfamiliar figure of a guy he never known. “And this is...” 

“This is Will.” Hannibal introduced quickly, friendly and gentle tone of voice as the old man let his eyes land to the existence of raw animal bones showing in front of him. “You will always be ruled by your fascination with teeth.” he praised with a smile. 

“That's what you said to me when they brought in your office the very first time.” 

“Is that what I said?” 

“Yeah.” Randall nodded lightly in confirmation. “I was crying. I was dreading telling you what was wrong with me and... you made it easier.” a pause, Randall then took a step and approaches them as he speaks, “Other visits too.” 

“A therapist's life is equal parts counsel and curiosity.” Hannibal stayed where he is, posture calm while letting the proximity of them shortens by the seconds. “We set a patient on a path, but are left to wonder where that path will take them.” 

Now both of them are face to face, Randall seems to be a little taller than Hannibal but yet he still looked so small and timid compare to him. “You've come so very far, Randall. “ 

“A long time since you treated me.” 

“Which is why I wanted to talk to you about your wonderful progress,” he stated. “Just for a moment, privately.” he didn’t turn to Will, as if talking to himself but Will took a bit of his way and step three steps away from them.  

“I've seen what you've done.” 

“What have I done?” 

“You bore screams... like a sculptor bears dust from the beaten stone.” Hannibal inclines his head, like he was proud and praising for an artwork that he created, like an image that craved deep inside his mind so vividly that it came to life and thrives at every corner of his very eyes, wreaking havoc by claws and blood and death . “That crying boy doesn't cling to you anymore... What clings to you now? What clings to your teeth?” 

“Ragged bits of scalp... trailing their tails of hair like comets.” 

The Doctor took a moment to imagine the sight, whispering the admiration that past his lips, “Beautiful.” 

At this point, Will can barely hear what’re they talking about, knowing well that was wholly Hannibal’s intention. “They are looking for you.” he announced, dark eyes glinting curiously at the young boy. 

“I don't think I can stop.” Randall said desperately, like a pray upon the devil that grace his being. Pleading for an escape, a door to fix something that is too late to stop. Though, does it really need to prevent, if it was in his nature from the very beginning? 

“I don't want you to.” Hannibal added. “But they will find you, Randall.” now that he finished it, the old man finally took his eyes and glance at Will with a sweet smile tuck loosely around his lips. “When they do, it's important you do exactly what I say.”  

Randall did such a wonderful job, making art by his own savagery and animalistic nature that runs through his ribcages and beating through his chest, though it is truly a shame and a proudful moment for Hannibal to be able to admire the sight Will has gifted him.  

“I sent a killer to kill you,” Will started, his eyes coldly stare at the horrendously bloody of a young boy before him. “You sent a predator to end me. Even Steven.” 

The old man slowly closes the door behind him, eyes switching up to find any signs of Will looking back at him, a disappointment when he found none from the other person. “Of course, though that is not the reason why I did it-” 

“I know why did you do it.” Will growls back, tiredly placing himself by the elbows after sitting down at the chair that scattered after the fight with Randall. “Tell me one reason why should I accept this... gift.” 

“You don’t need to force yourself to take it, Will.” Hannibal stated, now starting to strides across the space and enter Will’s side as he held out his hand just as quickly to grab Will’s bruised one before the young man was able to pull away from his grip. “We’re going to need to tend your injuries.” 

Will sat there silent, eyeing Hannibal for a moment before a tell-tale of resignation cast down his eyes and the dark blue colors that glinted heavily towards the good doctor as he replied, “Do what you want.” 

Hannibal treated his wounds carefully, dipping his blood-stained hand down the warm water and the heat hugs softly around his flesh feels like something of a caress from a lover. He wanted to say he don’t need this, he wanted to say he doesn’t need Hannibal to be here and he wanted him to just be gone. “Were you... speaking the truth, back then?” he asked carefully, not quite meeting Hannibal’s eyes. 

“It seems that I have broken your trust quite severely,” Hannibal didn’t deny it, but he didn’t confirm the truth either. “I would’ve tried to push you more, that I had thought I wanted what’s best for you.”  

“You framed me for murder, I don’t think that’s what’s best for me, Doctor Lecter.” Will said sarcastically, chuckling at how absurd it is at this moment. 

“That was a wrong fault on my part,” and then Will stopped, frowning even because what Hannibal is doing right now is admitting his hideous crime that he blamed him. What is this supposed to mean? “I would wish for you to forgive me, though I will only hope that you do.” Hannibal finished bandaging the younger man’s hand before proceeding to stand up, yet he was prevented from doing so not by any other but Will Graham’s unyielding force of hand that kept him in his place and all the Doctor could do was to once again kneel down and glances at Will from where he’s positioned. 

“What are you doing?” he can hear his own voice strained inside his throat, a texture of sandpaper and nearly choked as the frown deepen - looking almost fierce and hateful as he took his eyes to finally looks at the old man directly in the eyes. “Why are you doing this?” 

Hannibal looks up from his kneeling posture, Will saw his fingers twitching and fidgeting within himself before he answered, “I have made the decision to be truthful with you, as you have asked of me before.” he tilted his head slightly, as if reminding Will of the true existence of their promise.  

At this moment, Will wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. “Are you in love with me, Hannibal?” 

Was the man not expecting it? He flinched at the clear accusation that Will pour into him. “Would you believe me if I say yes?” 

“I want your admission.” Will bit back, ending all the run-around riddles and the play or be played game they're both playing. No more running now. “Are you in love with me, Hannibal?” 

“Yes.” Hannibal drops his head down onto Will’s thigh, clinging it softly as not to provoke Will to push him away. “Yes, Will. I am in love with you, do you want me to prove it?” he pulled his head back up, resting his chin upon the cotton fabric of the young man’s pants and sees into his eyes. “What would I need to do in order to redeem my action?” 

Will turns his eyes away, a rejection that slowly flowing on his tongue but yet never out of his mouth. Hannibal took that as what seems to be a rejection anyway and then heaves a sigh before pushing himself up to go back where he always was before any of this - back to the eerie darkness, of bloodied butcher knives and the loneliness of death with nothing but himself and the joyful meat on his plate, with a companion that has denied him, some regrets lingered there - he wouldn’t be able to see the work Will has made out from Randall, shameful until the end. 

“Where are you going?” Will asked quickly when he set his first footstep. 

Hannibal stopped mid-motion, glancing back just to make sure if he heard it right. “I was supposed to not be in your sight, if you so wished it to.” it was a sad, lonely thought, but he cannot lose Will any more than he already committed. Hannibal was being generous to both himself and Will and so, he took a step back, wanted nothing more than their relationship which could further develop into a better vision. “Your injuries will be fine if y-” 

“Sit.” cold sounds escaped Will’s lips, cutting him off completely, and the young man has not yet to indicate what is the meaning of this demanding action. 

“Will?” 

“Did I said you could go?” Hannibal gulped, yet made no attempt in moving. “Sit down, we’re having a talk and you won’t go anywhere unless I allow you to do so.” 

Then, just like so - a smirk slowly perking up his lips. “Should I kneel?” Hannibal smiles delightfully, playful stick to his tone once more as he slowly approaches the other man.  

“You should lay on my lap.” Will didn’t back down either, and for a split moment, they seem to returned to the bittersweetness of the relationship they used to have, before all the lies and deceiving came in between. “I could pet you if you do that.” Will seems to be more contented by it now. 

“Are you inviting me, Will?” 

“I’m trying to accept you.” 

Hannibal let his eyes scan Will for a moment, taking in the information in its truthful form, seeking out the barest of lie - if there is any. Yet the young profiler only let his muscles relaxes and eyes Hannibal in turn, fully exposing himself as a reciprocation.  

It didn’t take long before Hannibal pulled himself over and quickly rest his head upon Will’s thigh, overly comfortable with himself no matter what the future holds and waits for Will to even strangle of slap him at that moment. He let the guy watch him move to adjust himself silently as both men getting more relaxed to the closeness each shared to the other. The intimate was too familiar to deny it any longer. 

Will took his palm and set down onto Hannibal’s dirt-blonde hair, sweetly tucking his fingers in between the loose strands and intwined them while he strokes it, affectionately so. The texture and sensation were soft, smooth and almost soothing to him, like he has been missing these feelings for so long. He wonders if he could deny it even if he wanted to, maybe he has already betrayed Jack the moment he tried to enter Hannibal’s bedroom. 

“Will you accept my gift, Will?” Hannibal asked, breaking the dreamy state the young man was in.  

The profiler looks down, pondering for just a swift second and nod. “Your... courtship has seemed to succeed,” he admitted bitterly, laughing at how foolish he might appear right now. “Consider doing yourself a self-congratulate party.” 

“I would like to invite you to my dinner then.”  

Will considers the possibility, though not much in his head that should do otherwise the running away option, but he chose to stay, he wanted this, he accepted this. He won’t need to regret it anymore. 

“Of course.” 

And now, all that’s left to do was to eat Randall Tier. 

Chapter Text

Jack was greeted with the sight of Randall - well, most of him. Bits and pieces raggedly dragged themselves upon the harsh white fractures of bones combined with blood and broken neurons. The boy he met just a day ago now left unscathed, already buried himself into the bloodied show of a trophy made out by animal bones and artistic creature that he has made up into. Jack could hardly hold himself back as he observers the very thing in front of him, narrowing his eyes as if doing so could have save him to find any tiny evident the killer has left behind, though he knew very well who did this. He wished he could’ve turn back time, to find the witness that Randall has now became unable to spit out the truth, as the young boy don’t even have a jaw left to open - replaced by a sharpen teeth and an empty hollow of a lost tongue. 

“He knew his killer,” he heard Will said beside him, voice sounding clear as he eyed the being in front of them with scrutiny. “There’s a... familiarity here.” Will paused mid-sentence, contemplates over his choices of words for just a moment. “Someone who met him, understood him.” 

Jack took a side-glance at him in question, despite the repulsiveness rolling under his belly, he let the speech continued nonetheless. “Someone like him.” Will kept on, uncaring for the two other man to his own comprehension of vision. “Different pathology, same instinct.” 

“His killer empathized with him?” he managed to put on a neutral tone, looking between astonished and horrified.  

“Don’t mistake understanding for empathy, Jack.” Will snorted, he glances at Hannibal now. “No, if there's anything, it's... it's envy.” 

“Envy?” 

“Randall Tier came into his own much easier than... whoever killed him.” he pursed his lips, thinking hard in between two breath before breaking eye contact with the old doctor. 

“This was a fledgling killer,” Hannibal commented calmly, though Will could clearly hear the fascination within his voice, disguised inside a deep analyzes of the killer’s profile. “He's never killed before, not like this.” 

“Not like this, no.” Will agreed. “This is the nightmare that followed him out of his dreams.” and there was a brief moment of hesitation in it, as if Will wanted to say something more, but then only settled for one last bit, “This was a form of acceptance, of who he is and bearing the blood of his own making.” 

“Let’s talk about the Chesapeake Ripper,” Freddie’s voice echoed behind him, in the chair belied inside the living room as he paced around the newly unfamiliar scenery of Lounds’s house. “Frederick Chilton, who knew.” she added, although her voice sounded unimpressed. 

Will nodded lightly, neither denying nor accepting the truth, only half-question that seems oblivious to both of them. “Who knew?” 

“No one did, no one would.” Freddie continued, looking Will striding around her room. “Not even you.” 

The profiler kept on with his track, walking and watching, scanning all textures and surfaces upon the land and craves them into his mind. “You were so certain the Chesapeake Ripper was Hannibal Lecter, you tried to kill him.”  

“You neglected to say allegedly.” Will corrected, facing back at her with disinterest. 

“No, I didn’t.” the woman elaborated, her tone betraying nothing of the rising thought painted on her face at the thought of what she seems to be sure about when she asked her next question, “Hannibal Lecter is your psychiatrist again. What's up with that?” 

“I was wrong about him,” Will walk around in, footfalls softly thudding against the concrete floor beneath. “that's what's up with that.” he punctuated, each syllable clearly indicated of his want to end this conversation. 

Freddie blinks, takes in the clear sign that she was poking at the right spot. “Maybe you were,” and then, “maybe you weren’t.” 

Will gazes back, silently this time. “Dr. Chilton was the Chesapeake Ripper.” he rebutted, tossing the idea of Hannibal being the monster out of the discussion. 

“The Chesapeake Ripper had surgical skills, Dr. Chilton did not.” 

Will took his time and ease in the lounge placed opposite her and then replied back with the same even, measured tone, “They had the same profile.” 

“Dr. Chilton was a woeful surgeon - dangerous, even.” Freddie Lounds amended, she clearly has her source of information, although Will himself have no mind in paying it any credits. “I've been chatting with some of his old medical school chums. They say he fled to psychiatry to avoid embarrassment.” 

“My story with the Chesapeake Ripper already has an ending, Freddie.” He already has begun a new chapter with him. A new relationship. 

“Mine doesn't.” the red head leans in closer, the scent of perfumes entered his nose just an inch more clearly. Doe eyes and long lashes that flutter against her cheeks, with her rosy lips along the contours of her jawline and the crown of scarlet curls fallen downside of her slender shoulder, she would be a beautiful woman if not for her terrible personality. “Do you really think Dr. Chilton killed Abigail Hobbs?” 

Will eyed her, the memory of an ear vividly shown cast and patches itself onto his mind. Of course he doesn’t think Chilton killed Abigail, he knew who the killer is. 

“I don't. Even if I let this story go,” Freddie leans her body closer, like she wanted to just whisper this secret that they shared. A truth that both of them very much aware to be existed. “I will never let that go.” 

Will wanted to indulge her, praising her for the bravery. “Trust me, Freddie...” though he is not one to talk. “Neither will I.” because he’s already on the devil’s side now, and he didn’t even realize that he has been smiling the whole time he said it. 

He decided to drop by at Hannibal’s house later after that. For some reason, walking down towards the path that leads to his house seem almost strange to him now that he had accepted the fact that Hannibal is in fact, in love with him. It’s like some type of new beginning, when he tries to shed away the skin and prison his own mind - made up fire forts and walls that protected the world from him and him from the world because he thought of fighting for it would be the only fitting ending for him. 

The Doctor isn’t home yet, he had notified him over the phone that morning after they parted ways that he will have only two appointments today. Parts of Randall is still laying there evidently inside his house, though there is not much to do else cleaning it for another date. The good doctor has not said anything about him breaking into his house the last time, probably more than eager to have him in his home, but Will didn’t announce any news about trying to enter the man’s house now. So when Hannibal came back from work, he’d probably a little surprised, or perhaps he wanted him to be surprised at least. 

Will was too accustomed with breaking into Hannibal’s house that it almost became an instinct when he picks up his pace and jump through the window, easily landing his feet down the cold floor underneath there and proceeds to walk in with easy - confident even. And if the other times when he was here did not get good enough to memorized the place, then Will was gladder to have all this time by himself to actually explore it more detailly. 

He knew of Hannibal’s bedroom much as his own, the wardrobes and clothes that clings to his memories like a vivid image of a real person, the bathroom and the scent of lavender and mint surround him when he walked in, though he didn’t touch anything - lingering there for just a few minutes before heading back downstairs. Upon descending downstairs, his fingertips linen there to touch the plants that easily placed beautifully on the walls as he walked, the floral arrangements looked nice enough and Will smiles suddenly at the thought of the old man doing his job as he rolled up his sleeves, with gloves painted in muddy soils and placed these things here because he knew Hannibal to be a perfectionist - pretty sure he wouldn’t let anyone do this thing beside himself. It would be such a normal and ordinary act, much less different from what he had envisioned before now. 

The young man continued with his exploratory, pacing into the big living room bookshelves putting themselves in each order as they set down the corner of the room, next to the shelves was the desk that Hannibal really like to reside himself in whenever they were not doing anything inside his bedroom, and Will would just lay there and hugs the older man while seeing what he was reading or drawing, structures and buildings that engraved inside his mind to make a living art upon the charcoal of his pencil, but Hannibal drew him mostly him though, naked and whatnot. 

Will deliberately walking past the study desk when there’s a locking sound rattling, indicated that the man in question has arrived back from his office. 

“Will,” Hannibal greeted the guy as he slowly showing his face from behind the opening door. “I was not expecting you to come, you should’ve warned me first.” 

“Don’t feel the need to,” Will replied casually, stepping back to let Hannibal go inside and took the door and close it himself. “Came here to... do something.” 

The other man turns, blinks once before asking - though not suspicious or wary of Will’s words. “What is something that you wanted to do, Will?” 

“See you,” Will answered, a nervousness ticking up his throat and he turns away, suddenly embarrassed. “I wanted to see you.” 

Hannibal sees the clear existence of the flush on Will’s cheeks and decided not to speak about it, letting the subject fall down and make a room inside his memory - for such a sight is rare to behold upon. “Would you like to eat?”  

Will turns his head back, diverting his gaze before nodding slowly.  

“Then I will do some simple dish for you.” Hannibal nodded along, agreeing with Will as he tilt his head to the kitchen’s direction minutely. “Would you want to help me, or you can sit there and wait.” 

He remains there for a few seconds long, contemplating his wants and needs, though Hannibal knew Will would agree in helping him even though there was no indication so. “What would you want me to do?” And he was right about it. 

"Freddie Lounds seems to be entertained,” he said, as he was cutting the slices of onions to put them in the frying pan. “She seems to think that Frederick Chilton is not the Chesapeake Ripper.” he eyed Hannibal’s easy posture, with his back facing him as he beat down the small tender meat underneath. 

“That would be an interesting theory,” Hannibal answered back conversationally. “Did she said anything about who she thought to be the true infamous killer?” 

“Of course, vaguely.” Will confirmed, looking down at the frizzling portion for a moment before adding another piece of meat Hannibal just handed him seconds ago. “You know that person, actually.” 

“And would you tell me who is it, Will?" Hannibal chuckles, amusement on his tone for the two-faced of the truth Will spilled in between them. “Maybe I could help her finding out.” 

“Sadly, she doesn’t seem to want for your help.” finishing the meat, he uses the tong to grab them all out and placed them on a separate dish, uncaring to actually decorates them like Hannibal does.  

Hannibal also turns slightly then, putting the meat into the boiling pot next to him. “That would truly be a shame, then.” 

Will watches it, admire the graceful figure before setting down the plate on the isle, approaching the old man and swiftly hugs him from behind - causing the man to stiffen for a good solid minute. “Indeed, it is.” 

He never thought he could ever be like this with Hannibal, with anymore. The thought of actually living domestic with another human being never truly registered inside his mind as if it’s an abnormal thing for him to even try it. Yet, now and here he is – with a man that feared by more than he could count, yet so loving to him made the thought runs through his head and the sound of his own voice sounded so strange inside his mind. Could he ever really resent such a monster, when he himself found peace within the man? There was no wondering anymore. 

"I want you to go in your room and strip yourself off your clothes after we finished this.” Will asked while chewing his food, tasting the delicious taste of the pork Hannibal made for him. “I wanted to... do something different today.” 

Hannibal perks his brows at that. “Something different?” 

“I’m going to... take my time this time.” 

Hannibal mulling over the thought, thinking deeply as he eyed Will - brown curls lightly hung loose above his eyelines, with his crystal blue and a deep shade of grey resolved with green in between, shaved beard and the cursive of his jaws, pale and slender neck that exposed under the collar of his flannel shirt, created a picture of a calm calamity that descent down and judge his creations. “Would you deny me pleasure this time, then?” 

“I’m going to take my time.” was all the other man said, so Hannibal only nodded understandingly before heading back to his meal. 

Hannibal has heeded to Will’s desire, leaving Will to his own to wash the dishes while going upstairs to change out his clothes took his time to fold them and while at that tries to prepare himself before the young profiler come up. 

All the young man did was look at him, taking in the beautiful form Hannibal has presented and smiles softly. “Bed, sit.”  

The Doctor obeyed without further protest, easily setting himself down the mattress and then continued to looks up at the other person, as if asking what would he wanted him to do now that he had sat down. And if Will has understood the meaning behind his eyes, he was ever merciful to reciprocated it as he approaches him.  

His movement slow, clear and calculated as he pushed him down gently, fixing him until he just laid there was his back against the white bedsheets. Now Hannibal was really starting to wonder if Will had really thought about denying pleasure, as the guy did not once take off his clothes. 

Will seems to know about it and said, “Relax, you can do whatever you want.” he reassured, tilting his head to the side - holding the eye contact during the whole process. “I said I was going to take my time, no need to rush things now.” no need in trying to hide behind the truth now. 

“I want to touch you, Will.”  

“Then go ahead.” 

Hannibal inclines his head, taken aback by how quick Will has answered him. Before, he would hesitate for a good minute, leaving the conversation blank before actually accepted the request Hannibal has voiced out.  

Though Will is not in any urgent, but he took the initiative first - sliding his palm down the and started to stroke lightly at Hannibal’s belly, feel the rise and fall of his breathing. He did take his time, fondling the flushed flesh under his fingertips, circling it around the nails and proceeds to glide up to the peeking of his nipples and squeezes it lightly, his eyes glinted in the light of curiosity when Hannibal unknowingly breathe a little more heavily while stretches his arm to swung them around Will’s neck, cradling his hands against the young man’s neck and clenches them in increments. “Lie down,” Will demanded softly, placing the Doctor down once again - back pinned upon the sheets underneath. “I did say you could touch me, so touch. Just don’t move.” 

Hannibal breathe a little more, and then he nodded. “Good.” Will praised, then resumed to touch the area around the man’s neck now, poking his fingers there and conveniently digging his nails deeper into the exposed throat. He could feel the clear indication of a harden arousal between Hannibal’s groins, but he paid it no mind as he slides his hand further and now touching the sharp contours of Hannibal’s cheeks and jawlines, at the same time letting Hannibal touching his eyes in turn.  

They were mapping each other, craving the marks and engrave it all down to the solid material of their own brains, memories slowly building up and the walls broke down easily. Much to his own relief, Hannibal has taken it without questions or denial, no hiding and deceiving, nothing. “Maybe you really are in love with me.” he murmurs, loud only enough for himself as he smiles fondly at Hannibal. “Maybe I also have the same kind.” 

“Will...”  

“Ah, of course you heard it.” Will only grins silly and look away. And he was grateful that the old man didn’t ask any more of it, so he took his task worthwhile and intertwined his fingers to his hair, gripping and loosening it, all just so he can feel the prickling sensation of those strands against his own damping palm. But then Hannibal held up and stopped him momentarily, seeming to want for something.  

That something seems to be a kiss, as the man boldly pulled himself up and push Will’s lips down onto his own, as if he could devour his whole being and consume every bit and piece of Will, he tangling their tongues together, biting off the wet moving flesh inside to the point it draws blood - it always does whenever any of them initiated the kiss. It was also Hannibal who parted their lips first, heaving a sigh of relief as he soon to come laid down once again. 

Will pursed his lips, amused by the desperation Hannibal just presented earlier and a chuckle went past his lips. Hannibal all but unashamed about it, smiling faintly of a victory he is at winning the prize he just took. Both of them ignore the way Hannibal’s cock straining and precome slipping out from the tip as Will slide his hand down to explore the old man’s inner thigh, spreading his legs to see more clearer of the twitching, wanting hole. “Did you prepare yourself?” he asked, looking at the wet slick that tipping out of the gaping hole. 

“Yes.” Hannibal replied calmly, matter-of-factly. “I have thought you’d wanted to make me deny my pleasure, so I took time in advance to prepare myself for you beforehand.” 

Will stayed silent for a moment, flustered at implication that Hannibal did this for him. “That sounds almost too lovely, thank you... Hannibal.” he managed to say, gaining himself a courage to sounds normal about the information.  

“It’s my pleasure to have you, Will.” Hannibal smiles back in turn, eyeing the being that is more than ever too close for him, too familiar like the false memory he used to craft up inside his mind in order to cope up with the bitter taste of reality. This is his reality now, Will has accepted him. “Thank you, Will.” he will treasure this for the rest of his life. 

“What’s there to thank? You dragged me into this.” Will scoffs, though no bite actually went out as he eyed the old man just as fondly. He continued, befalling his touches to the ankle, caressing the most vulnerable points where he can nearly just as quickly end Hannibal’s feet and ability to walk normally. 

“You can break it,” Hannibal stated, low even tone with a hint of breathlessness as he looks at Will. “if you want to, Will.” 

“You won’t even fight back, will you?” 

“Yes.” he confessed calmly, glancing between Will and his legs. “I won’t.” 

Will set down Hannibal’s leg, finally grabs onto both side of the Doctor’s hips to pull the man even closer to him. He has yet to strip out his clothes, and it more likely that he won’t be taking off his clothes today. “Not today.” 

Hannibal breath hitches slightly. “Not today, then.” in the future, perhaps. 

Will takes the man’s erection in his hand and proceeds to stroke it diligently while slipping one finger into the entrance of Hannibal’s hole. The man all but stay put and letting the intruding feeling sent him tensed up, seemingly not to pull out any vulgar sounds from his mouth and Will wouldn’t let it happening for long. He sent in a second finger, scissoring the inside walls and feel it clenches tight around the digits and soon before long eagerly found the point of his prostrate just before his grin widen and took the effort to play with it, circling it with the tip of his fingers while doing the motion upon Hannibal’s cock faster by the seconds. 

Hannibal quickly grips the blanket underneath him, his body flushed red and unmoving as he laid there for Will’s every whim and wishes, wholly exposing and vulnerable but never relent to actually broke through his moan until Will came down in one go and sucks at his already straining cock. “Will, wait-” 

Hannibal’s voice broke suddenly altogether as Will quicken his pace, both from the front and the back exchange simulations one to the other, messing Hannibal and undone him in ways the man never thought he could ever indulge with Will himself, and he has already lost his control the moment he let Will look the charge of this whole thing together. Albeit then, he doesn’t really mind it.  

Will can feel the tip sharply poke to the back of his mouth, filling every taste with a scent of sweet arousal and harden flesh and he tend to tease it, licking the base up and down and while his hand doing the job of holding out the balls and pressed in the pressure, rolling it under his tips and caressing the desperate need Hannibal was giving him full access to. He soon pushes in the third finger, all but quickening his speed and absolutely uncaring of the pleads Hannibal was now pleading. “Will.” 

Will knew of it, he can feel the way Hannibal’s cock straining more, muscles contracting inside his mouth and just like that one final push and then his mouth has filled with a flood of sticky white come. Hannibal came just from his finger and the job he blew on his cock, and he proudly took his time swallowing all of it before rising up again - leaving the flaccid flesh lie back onto the Doctor’s belly. 

Hannibal’s breath hitches up as he saw the remaining of the aftermath still lingered there on Will’s face, dripping down his jaw as the guy gazes at him. With his blue eyes calmly scan him, a wildness bore deep within those depths, and then a smile safely tucked on his lips before he bent down and picks Hannibal up. “Bath room.” he announced softly, eyeing the old man as if he’s his lover. “Let’s clean... me up.” 

Hannibal chuckles, “Of course, my dearest Will.” 

After walking out of the bath, both men stayed nude and heading to the bed side. This time, Will has let Hannibal do the job of drying them both, towels in hand and he started to diligently putting pressure softly on Will’s damp hair. 

“You didn’t take the pleasure for yourself.” Hannibal commented, finishing drying Will’s hair and sat the guy down. 

“I take my time,” Will replied flatly, a smile despite himself and Hannibal had wonder if that’s what Will wanted. To just have him, bear with him and the vulnerabilities they shared, of the truest form of companion that they now have built up once more. “I also take you.” Will turns to Hannibal, an image of peace easily painted on his face and colored his eyes in relief. Beautiful. 

“Yes,” Hannibal agreed with a smile, returning the gesture just as much as he leans down and placed a kiss upon the young man’s temple. “I’m all yours now, Will.” 

Will smiles satisfyingly, taking in the hand that rested on his shoulder and intertwined them with his own. “Yes, you are.” he kissed him one last time. “As I am. I’m yours now, Hannibal.”