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When Will awoke that morning, he found himself very comfortably held within the cage of Hannibal’s arms. The older man’s face was buried in his curls and his breathing was even. Will didn’t know if he was awake or not, but he didn’t feel like moving.
It had been the best night of sleep he’d ever had. He actually felt well rested now!
“Good morning,” Hannibal’s voice sounded lowly in his ear, not at all rough with sleep. So perhaps the man was already awake.
“Mmm.”
He didn’t feel like talking yet. Cuddling was good. And he’d forever hold it over the man’s head that he liked to cuddle.
“If you are amenable, I would like to cook you breakfast.”
Will gave in, and stretched, arms above his head. Hannibal’s own arms trailed down his back lightly, fingers brushing against Will’s slightly bruised, naked skin.
“Who are we eating?”
A huff of laughter against his head told him that Hannibal wasn’t offended.
“A particularly rude teenager who nearly hit a pregnant woman who pushing a pram across the street.”
Will scowled.
“Was she alive as you harvested your meat?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“It’s another Ripper murder.”
Will had been ready to dismiss Zeller’s words, simply because the man always thought the killer was the Ripper. However, when he got a good look at the crime scene, he could indeed agree, that this was Hannibal’s work.
The Chesapeake Ripper was gloating. He’d found a lover and was very pleased with himself.
Will carefully explained what he ‘saw’ to Jack, allowing the man to curse up a storm as Will silently appreciated the beautiful gift that Hannibal had left for him.
It was touching, how someone so dark and twisted wanted him, and didn’t for a second think that he was broken and needed to be fixed.
Hannibal wanted him as he was.
And the obsession was returned wholeheartedly. It might not be love. Not yet at least, but it was certainly powerful and unbreakable.
However, such blatant acts were not sustainable. And one way or another, Hannibal would eventually slip up and get caught. Will couldn’t afford to lose him. Not the one person who wanted him for who he was.
Hannibal's arms were warm, and Will took comfort in them even as the man leaned around him in order to instruct him on how to make a proper cut.
It was an interesting lesson to say the least, though Will’s mind was focused more on the fact that his lover was rubbing against him, than the meat he was trying to cut up.
Hannibal’s mouth trailed over the back of his neck as he whispered praises in Will’s ear. Praises for how well he was doing and how beautiful he looked, holding the knife so confidently. How Hannibal wanted to see what he looked like covered in the blood of his prey.
It was all very erotic in a sense, and Will knew that it was now or never that he would have to bring up his concerns.
And Hannibal was a survivor, so it shouldn’t be hard to convince him that Will’s plan was the best.
“I don’t get how this is so difficult. Just blame Chilton. He’s easy to manipulate.”
Hannibal paused in his eating. Will’s idea had merit.
“I get to keep my job for the next few years while we put the Ripper away. In the meantime, you don’t need to set up your art so much, because you finally have someone who understands you. So anything you do will be for me and only me.”
Ah, Will’s greed was showing a bit. It made Hannibal smile, to know that Will was just as possessive over him.
“Why can’t I just continue as I am?” he asked, not wanting the Ripper to die just yet. It was fun.
“Because I like my job and I want to keep it without having to lie for you. It’s easier this way. For me at least. And once the hype has settled down and things would no longer be considered suspicious, we can move to Florence like you’ve been dreaming, and you can continue being Il Mostro.”
His darling Will was so special and Hannibal adored his mind all the more every time he opened his mouth. He'd even worked out Hannibal's former occupation all on his own.
Also, he’d been missing Florence. Florence was what made him the man willing to help Will. He considered Florence a part of who he was as a person. Florence gave him empathy in a way.
“I supposed I could do it, if you can persuade me.”
Will smirked, and slipped from his chair, moving to straddle Hannibal who was liking the change in direction.
“Dr. Lecter, haven’t you learned already that I am a master of persuasion?”
Will ground his hips against Hannibal’s, his ass brushing against his lover’s cock.
“Mmmmm. So you’ve demonstrated. However, I might require another demonstration, just to be certain.”
Hannibal stood then, abandoning his lunch in order to spread Will out on the counter.
Yes, this was much more preferable.
“Chilton hit on me the other day.”
Hannibal stiffened at the revelation, and felt the burning need to lay claim to Will, rising over him. And then the desire to slowly torture Chilton to death rose along within it.
Once he was finished making sure that Will knew whom he belonged to, he’d deal with Frederick.
“You’re mine,” the man growled possessively.
“Only if you’re mine.”
Yes. He enjoyed that thought immensely. Belonging to one another.
“Even in the darkness?” he asked as he proceeded to leave a ring of red marks around the man’s throat, laying a claim for all to see. “Where there is no light for either of us?”
“Who needs light when he have each other? And I don’t fear the darkness, because you're right beside me,” said Will, resting a hand on Hannibal’s cheek. "And it's beautiful.”
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