Chapter Text
One month post fall.
Will covered his face with a soft moan. Even with a blanket over his head, the light coming in from the open curtains was too much too soon.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Hannibal said, causing Will to moan louder and pull the covers tighter around his head. "We have a big day ahead of us."
Using his hand, he searched the nightstand for his phone.
6:30 in the morning.
Ever since they'd been recovering, Hannibal had let him sleep until he woke up. And when he did wake up, he was always greeted with a cup of the most perfect sweetened coffee his tongue had ever tasted.
That was until that very moment.
"Will," Hannibal said. He gently pulled the covers back. "I need you to get up for me, please."
Will's eyes instinctively closed when Hannibal placed the palm of his hand on his cheek and began tracing small patterns along his jaw bone.
"I'm warm."
With a soft chuckle, Hannibal helped him sit up.
He held a glass of juice to his lips and instructed him to drink.
Will met his eyes with furrowed brows, before he looked back at the juice.
"Suddenly, I feel like Alice."
"Then that would make me the Mad Hatter. Drink. Please."
Hannibal's insistence this early in the morning caused Will to pull the covers back over his head and turn so he was facing the wall.
He closed his eyes in hopes Hannibal would get the hint enough for him to go back to sleep.
As usual, in true Hannibal fashion, he did the exact opposite of what he wanted him to do.
"Hey!" He sat up when the white blanket was pulled off the bed. To keep himself from shivering, he ran his hands along his arms. "That was rude."
"I need you to listen to me, please."
Will rolled his eyes, causing Hannibal to clench his jaw and clutch his jaw between his fingers.
"As much as I love our little hideaway we've created, we have to leave it behind. Sooner rather than later, I'm afraid."
That was enough for Will to meet his eyes. "We've gotten used to being here. I like our routine. W-we can stay here and be happy."
That was enough for Hannibal to crawl into bed beside him and wrap both arms around him. He rested his chin on the top of his head with a soft sigh.
"We can be happy wherever it's just you and me."
"And if we can't?" Will asked in a voice Hannibal could barely hear. "What if the two of us can't be happy? It isn't like we have the best familial relationships between us. And somehow, someway, we're supposed to expect a shattered teacup to form."
Will turned his blue puppy eyes toward Hannibal. Tears streamed down his face, making it near impossible to stop his lip from quivering. "What happens if I, this become too much?"
Hannibal's furrowed brows mirrored Will's emotions on his face. Hearing Will say he might become too much was something that settled the contents of last night's dinner up toward his throat. He pulled the blanket around them as tight as he could and sat with him until he was certain this feeling had passed.
Will walked in the bathroom some hours later. He sat on the counter with his legs curled under him. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he saw Hannibal putting their things, carefully, into their dedicated slots in the one suitcase they had. Even in hiding, he still managed to stay organized.
"Ok. I'll bite. Where are you taking me?"
Hannibal glanced at him, but didn't stop working. He simply smiled to himself.
"Somewhere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham wish they could live the lives Hannibal had set out for them so long ago."
Will raised his brows.
The way he used their names in the past tense, made him start to wonder how long he'd been planning whatever it was that he'd been planning.
"What do you mean by Hannibal and Will living the lives Hannibal set out for them? They haven't gone anywhere."
He looked down at his body. Everything was still in tact. Nothing, as far as he could tell, had changed since he last looked at himself. That wasn't entirely true. So much of himself HAD changed since Hannibal had come into his life. But the changes had happened without him being aware, by the time he had realized what had happened, it was too late. Now he couldn't go back to the shell of his human suit, even if he wanted to.
Without saying a word, Hannibal walked into the room.
Will scooted to the edge of the counter and leaned in as much as he could.
Living with Hannibal was forcing him to keep up with an impossibly dramatic man. Most days, Hannibal wouldn't say anything, he would let his expressions do the talking.
He didn't really mind it these days, not in the grand scheme of things. He just wished he would give him enough notice so he could keep up.
He tugged his knees to his chest when Hannibal walked back in the bathroom with a laptop. A soft smile formed when he jumped on the counter and sat beside him.
A wave of fire shot through his entire body when their shoulders brushed. Bruises from recent wounds began aching, causing his teeth to sink into his bottom lip. Hannibal had so delicately tended to each wound, he was certain it couldn't be from lack of care.
He closed his eyes and dared to scoot closer. If anything it would add fuel to the fluttering in his belly.
"According to Freddie Lounds," Hannibal said, pulling his eyes open, regardless if he wanted them to be or not. "Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, AKA, the 'murder husbands,' fell to their death, tragically, one month ago."
He furrowed his brows and searched his face. The events surrounding what happened that night weren't even clear to the FBI, how did she possibly find out they had fallen?
"Hannibal?"
"So you see, Will," Hannibal said, placing the laptop aside. He framed his face. Will's eyes, once again, fluttered closed when he began tracing his jawbones with the pads of his thumbs. "Staying here, living these lives that belong to dead people, isn't optimal anymore. If we stay, they'll take you away from me."
"No," Will said, shaking his head. The thought of not being in each other's lives again turned his stomach sour. He dug his nails into Hannibal's arms. "Th-They can't. I only just realized you love me."
"I know," he said, his voice barely rising above a whisper. He tightened his grip on Will's face. "This is precisely why we have to leave. Now. I promise I'll answer any questions you should have on the plane."
Before he had a chance to put any coherent thought together, Hannibal had his hand around his wrist and he was being shoved into a car.
He looked at him when he instructed the driver to drive.
"Where are we going? I-I know you said you'd answer all questions on the plane, so you don't have to answer now. I'm just curious."
Hannibal rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes with a slow exhale.
"Puerto Andratx, Mallorca."
Will's eyes went wide with curiosity. He bit his thumb nail and peeked at him through his lashes.
"We're going to Spain?"