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Will opens his mouth to say something as Hannibal holds up a finger to tell him to wait. He answers his phone.
“Good morning, Jack,” Hannibal says. There’s a pause and then, “Yes. If it’s all the same, I could actually pick Will up on my way. I don’t believe he should be on the scene without me there. This way he and I can arrive at the same time.”
Another pause. Will sits with his hands in his lap waiting for Hannibal to hang up. He wants to go back to bed and not worry about any fucking crime scenes. Especially not a mass grave, assuming that’s the one they found.
“Yes. I can leave home in about half an hour,” a pause. “No, I’m afraid I’m still in bed,” a pause. “Yes and then an hour to Will. How far away is the crime scene from Will’s?” another pause. “Very well. I will call him and we will be there in two hours,” pause. “No, Jack. Goodbye.”
Hannibal sets the phone down on his nightstand and looks at Will again. Will just glares at him, arms crossed over his chest.
“Darling, don’t look so upset. I just bought you an hour and a half before we need to leave your home,” Hannibal says. “Jack wanted you to arrive before me and I said no.”
“It’s your fault they found the scene in the first place,” Will mutters. “Is it selfish that I want a killer to go free just so I can have a peaceful week of doing nothing with my boyfriend?”
“Perhaps, but I assure you this case is open and shut,” Hannibal says.
“But how?” Will asks.
“The body I dropped off last week is related to our killer,” Hannibal says. “Last night I made sure someone would find the scene, though I did not leave another body.”
Will frowns. He really didn’t like that Hannibal is leaving bodies for another killer - to either claim, or not - to begin with, and now the killer will be caught and say one wasn’t him. What happens if the killer has alibis for the night Hannibal dropped the body? They’ll arrest the killer, but keep searching for a second.
“Darling,” Hannibal murmurs. He moves over so he can push Will back down on his back and climb over to straddle his hips. Hannibal leans down and kisses Will softly on the lips, kissing Will’s frown away.
“I just worry about you,” Will whispers. “And I guess I’m just upset that my winter break with you is going to be spent at crime scenes or in the lab watching them dissect bodies. Because of you.”
“Let me make it up to you,” Hannibal whispers. He kisses Will’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Hannibal slowly rolls his hips against Will’s.
“Hannibal,” Will sighs. “You can’t use sex to make me forget about murder.”
“Can’t I?” Hannibal asks.
“Later, okay?” Will says. He kisses Hannibal’s lips once, then taps him on the side to get him to move off him. Hannibal gets off and lays down next to Will on the bed. “ You’re supposed to pick me up in an hour and a half, but we’re taking my car? Will Jack not find that weird?”
Hannibal shrugs and they both turn on their sides to look at each other better.
“I’ll just say you wished to drive your car instead,” Hannibal says. “Or that Abigail came along to your house, and took my car back home so she could use it today while we were at the scene.”
Will nods. “Alright. I don’t know how much longer we’re going to be able to hide this.”
“We will keep it up at least until Jack feels you are equipped to work in the field without me coming along,” Hannibal says. “Though, I do know how you value your privacy, and I value mine as well, so perhaps we just never tell anyone that would become too nosy.”
“Alana, you mean,” Will says with a smile.
“Yes, I fear she would pry,” Hannibal sighs.
Will nods and then yawns. He checks the alarm clock and sees it’s barely after six in the morning and he was up late.
“If we have time I’m sleeping another hour,” Will says, already closing his eyes and pulling the blankets more snug over him.
“I’ll shower and cook breakfast, then,” Hannibal says.
Will makes a noise in agreement and feels the bed shift as Hannibal gets out of it.
When he wakes again, Hannibal is in the room, fully dressed for the day, setting a mug of coffee and a plate on the nightstand next to Will.
He sits up, blankets pooling at his bare hips, and picks up the mug, just and Hannibal disappears from the bedroom again. He comes back a minute later with his own coffee and plate, and sits on the bed next to Will.
“Breakfast in bed?” Will asks.
“Yes.”
“Thanks, babe. You spoil me,” Will says. He leans over for a kiss, then starts to eat the eggs, bacon, and fruit Hannibal gave him. “This is great.”
“I’m glad,” Hannibal smiles. “We should leave in thirty minutes.”
Will hums and nods, shoveling another forkful of eggs into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Hannibal speaks, “I should be more honest with you about this.”
That causes Will to look up, his heart beat to accelerate, and too many thoughts to go through his head.
“Elaborate,” Will says. He tries to keep himself from asking any of the questions he’s thinking.
“The killer is already dead,” Hannibal says.
“Okay,” Will nods. “And…”
“And he’s the man from Saturday night,” Hannibal says. “And I may have lied to you about some aspects of my Saturday night…”
“Hannibal.”
“I killed someone else and dumped him at the same burial site before killing the other man. They're brothers. And he’s the man that sat next to you at my dinner party,” Hannibal whispers.
“Oh,” Will says. That’s not at all what he expected. He supposes he should have known when Hannibal said, ‘It’s likely you’ll never see him again,’ that Hannibal meant he was going to kill him.
“Yes, so you see, you may not wish to make it known you have met one of the victims before,” Hannibal says.
“Why would you kill one of your friends? You’re going to be questioned,” Will says. “And if they find any reason to suspect you, I don’t know if I can stop them.”
“I killed him because he was rude to you. And it’s not going to be a problem. They will go to his brother’s house to not only share the news, but to question him, only to find him dead in the basement, and his brother’s heart in his freezer,” Hannibal shrugs. “I will tell them that I knew him.”
“So… the story is that this guy killed his brother, then felt so overwhelmed with guilt that he killed himself?” Will asks.
Hannibal nods. “That was the idea.”
“Yeah, I can work with that,” Will says. He glances at the clock again. “I should get dressed.”
He gets out of bed and Hannibal takes their empty plates down to the kitchen. Will gets dressed for the day, goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth, then finds Hannibal in the kitchen making fresh coffee.
“Hey, Hannibal?” Will says when he walks in. Hannibal turns his head to look at him over his shoulder. “Just be honest with me, okay? Don't hide things until it’s necessary to tell me. Just tell me.”
“Of course, my dear,” Hannibal says. He turns back to the coffee pot and starts pouring it into two travel mugs. “I will admit it was mostly so you would not worry about me.”
“I know, but I would rather know these things than not,” Will says. “Have the dogs been out?”
“Yes, and fed. And Beatrice is still a menace,” Hannibal answers. He twists a cap onto Will’s cup and hands it to him.
“What did she do?”
“Attempted to climb the leg of my pants,” Hannibal sighs. He looks down at the floor and Will follows his eyes to see Beatrice walking into the kitchen.
Will bends down and scoops her up with his free hand, bringing her to rest against his chest.
“She’s a sweetheart,” Will says. He kisses her little head then sets her back down on the ground.
With coffee mugs in hand, they put on their shoes and jackets and head out to the car right on schedule. Will drives, squeezing Hannibal’s hand where they rest on his knee. He’s nervous, a bit jittery, he knows that. Hannibal doesn’t ask what the problem is, so he knows Hannibal is well aware of the reason.
He has to go to a crime scene and pretend his boyfriend did not leave two of the bodies. Then he has to pretend he does not know the original killer is already dead. He has to play it perfectly or else Jack will know something is off about it all.
On the other hand, he’s glad he doesn’t need to actually go into any killers’ minds for this one. He can fake that to Jack, come up with something without looking too closely. And Hannibal will be not even five feet away if he does decide to look close.
That helps ease some of his nerves, but he still holds Hannibal’s hand tight.
“Love,” Hannibal whispers. Will’s grip on his hand is starting to hurt. “It’s going to be just fine.”
“I know, I know,” Will responds. He takes a shaky breath, then releases Hannibal’s hand to put his own on the steering wheel. “Maybe going back into the field is a bad idea. I don’t feel ready for it.”
“No, darling, you just don’t feel ready for this specific case,” Hannibal tells him. “You aren’t used to knowing exactly what happened and having to lie about it.”
“Right,” Will says with a sigh.
He pulls off onto the side of the road where police cars and FBI SUVs line the shoulder. There’s a few agents standing at the edge of the trees, presumably waiting for Hannibal and Will to arrive.
Hannibal already knows his way through the woods, yet he knows he can’t allow anyone to know that.
Will shuts off the ignition, then grabs Hannibal’s hand again.
“I don’t want to do this,” Will whispers.
“I know, love,” Hannibal responds. He lifts Will’s hand to kiss his knuckles. “Go out there, I’ll be right behind you and tell Jack that reading the scene is the extent of what you are doing today. Then we can go back home and do anything you’d like.”
“We need to go grocery shopping,” Will says. “And I think we’re almost out of lube. And I think we should do a load of laundry.”
“If you want to buy groceries, and lubricant, and then do laundry, then that is exactly what we will do,” Hannibal smiles. He kisses Will’s knuckles again, then glances over his shoulder to check if the agents are looking.
When he confirms the car is out of their line of sight, he leans forward and presses his lips to Will’s, a soft kiss. Will presses further, kissing back more soundly, with more want. Hannibal has to pull back before anything else can happen.
“Can we go out for lunch after?” Will asks. “Instead of cooking at home.”
“Of course, darling,” Hannibal says. “Anywhere you would like.”
Hannibal figures that letting Will control the rest of their day is only fair, considering they’re only where they are now because Hannibal chose to act when he did. Against Will’s request not to, at that.
Will nods and unbuckles his seat belt, getting out of the car and waiting for Hannibal to follow.
“My love, don’t you have a hat?” Hannibal asks.
“No,” Will shrugs. “I didn’t think of it.”
Hannibal sighs. “You’re going to catch a cold.”
“You don’t have one either,” Will points out.
“I do not have a buzz cut.”
“Stop nagging. People might think we’re married,” Will mumbles. Then he flashes Hannibal a smile, all teeth.
“Very well,” Hannibal sighs. Not at all meaning the words, he adds, “I will no longer make comments based on my concern for your health or well being.”
They walk side by side and Will bumps into Hannibal playfully, nudging Hannibal’s arm with his shoulder. They’re still out of hearing range from the agents waiting for them, but what Will says next still comes as a bit of a surprise.
“We should go on a date soon. A nice dinner, or a movie, or something,” he says quietly. “I know we’re going out for lunch, but,” he shrugs, trailing off.
“I would love to go on a date with you,” Hannibal responds.
“Cool. I just… I don’t know,” Will sighs. “I want to show you off more, I guess. Even if no one there knows who we are, I want everyone to know I managed to catch you. We don’t really go out a lot.”
Hannibal smiles, but doesn’t respond as they’re coming up to the edge of the woods now. The agents both nod at them and start off into the woods, Hannibal and Will following close behind. Their hands brush once or twice, but their fingers never intertwine.
It’s more difficult to resist that Hannibal thought it would be. His attachment to Will is unmatched to any attachment he has ever felt, and his need to touch him when they’re near is astronomical. He shoves his hands into his pockets after their fingers brush the second time.
Will glances at him, understanding in his eyes. It seems they’re both similarly affected by the secrecy of their relationship. It makes sense to Hannibal why Will requested lunch out and a date, why Will wants to show him off more. He knows they need to discuss this particular thing, but not as they’re traipsing through the woods toward ten or more corpses.
They come up to the spot, and FBI agents are everywhere. Jack meets them and immediately pulls Will away, leaving Hannibal to stand where he is.
“Hey,” a voice comes from next to him. He turns his head to see Beverly Katz has taken Will’s place at his side. “How have you guys been?”
“Quite well. And you?” Hannibal asks. He watches Will go to the edge of the graves, where many of the bodies have already been dug up.
Beverly shrugs. “This isn’t my first choice of how to spend my morning.”
“No, I wouldn’t suppose it is,” Hannibal agrees. He was truly the only one actually prepared for this and knew they’d all be called out this morning.
He looks over at Will again, standing there with his eyes closed. Jack clears the area as best as he can, pushing everyone back fifteen feet.
“How was this found?” Hannibal asks, trying to play it as if he doesn’t already know.
“Someone called Freddie Lounds last night. Might have been the killer, but it might have been someone else,” Beverly shrugs. “Of course, the caller said they just came across it while on a hike.”
“Is the call traceable?” Hannibal asks, already knowing it isn’t.
“Nope. Whoever it was knew what they were doing.”
“That’s unfortunate. It could have been a lead,” Hannibal says. “Did Miss Lounds call it in or did law enforcement find out from a Tattlecrime article?”
“She called about it about five minutes before the article went up,” Beverly sighs. “That’s usually how it goes.”
Hannibal nods. Deciding to change the subject, he says, “I’ve only been to one scene with Will. How long does he usually stand in front of a scene?”
“Depends,” Beverly says, shrugging. “Anywhere from five minutes to over an hour. Doesn’t he talk to you about this stuff?”
“He should. We haven’t had a session in quite some time,” Hannibal says. “He doesn’t particularly enjoy our appointments.”
“Did he say that?”
“No, but I can tell. It’s difficult for him to hide this from everyone. Acting professionally, especially when we are alone, is difficult for both of us,” Hannibal says.
He looks over toward Will again and sees his eyes are open now, that he’s discussing something with Jack. Jack listens intently, then nods and pats Will on the shoulder before they both turn and walk toward Hannibal and Beverly.
“Doctor Lecter,” Jack greets him.
“Good morning, Jack,” Hannibal responds. “Would you mind talking privately for a moment?”
Jack nods and they walk several feet away before stopping. One last glance at Will, and he can see Will staring at him, arms crossed just for a second before he turns to talk to Beverly instead. He’s upset then, Hannibal notes. He files the observation away for later when they’re alone.
“What can I do for you, Hannibal?” Jack asks.
“Will discussed with me that he is… hesitant about being back at crime scenes,” Hannibal says. “I have to agree with him that it may be difficult getting back into the field. I can’t help but suggest you borrow Will’s imagination sparingly.”
“He doesn’t want to be out here?” Jack asks.
“He admitted to me that he feels quite unready,” Hannibal answers. “I did tell him I would discuss this with you. From my own standpoint, I do not think he should do much more today than he has already done. Of course, I cannot stop him from working, that is just my opinion.”
“Alright. Thank you,” Jack nods.
Conversation over, they walk back over to Will, standing alone now that Beverly is able to look at the scene more closely.
“Am I free to go? I have errands to run,” Will says to Jack.
Jack nods and pats Will’s shoulder again, then walks away to direct people around the area.
“Ready, darling?” Hannibal murmurs.
Will nods, face straight and takes off walking through the woods, back toward his car, hands stuffed in his pockets. He doesn’t turn back to see if Hannibal is following, and Hannibal knows that is not at all a good sign. He keeps a safe distance behind Will, giving the space he’s clearly seeking.
Will slams his car door shut as soon as he’s in the driver’s seat and immediately starts the car. He knows he needs to wait for Hannibal, but he just wants to leave, get his head back on straight, and not have to worry about anyone else until he does.
Hannibal slides into his seat and Will pulls away from the side of the road as soon as his door is shut.
“Darling, what’s the matter?” Hannibal asks.
Will grits his teeth and shakes his head. He’s not fully out of this killer’s mind yet, and he knows that’s not Hannibal’s fault, but it still feels like it. He doesn’t say anything, knowing it’ll come out all wrong. He’s upset, but he’s not. He’s angry, but it’s not him.
Both Hannibal and this other killer are in his head, and somehow he’s not bothered by the presence of Hannibal inside his brain, but it only does so much to combat what he saw reliving the scene before him.
Needing to show Hannibal his mood isn’t because of him, he reaches out and grips Hannibal’s hand in his own, and takes a deep breath.
“Give me a minute,” he manages to say.
“Pull over,” Hannibal instructs. Authority in his voice that Will just can’t ignore. He pulls off onto the shoulder again and puts the car in park. “Out.”
Will gets out of the driver’s seat as Hannibal gets out of the passenger seat. Hannibal walks around the car and is standing in front of Will in less than a second, pressing him up against the door of the car and kissing him hard. Hannibal licks into his mouth, and rocks their hips together, pulling a groan from Will’s throat.
One of Hannibal’s hands grips his hip hard enough to bruise, and the other is placed gently on his face. The contrast reminds Will of the killers inside his head. It’s grounding for him, and Will realizes these points of contact are meant to do just that. To ground him.
Hannibal pulls back, and says, “I’m driving.”
Will just nods, unable to find any reason to say no, mind swimming from the way Hannibal is taking charge, swimming from the kiss he just gave him. Head swimming with just Hannibal, and no longer the other killer.
He braces himself against the car door, trying to catch his breath for another second, Hannibal standing a foot away from him. Finally, when his breathing is normal, he steps away from the car and walks around to the passenger side.
The car is warm when he slips into the seat. He sits, his knees pulled up, arms wrapped around his shins. He’s facing Hannibal as best as he can. He makes himself as small as he can. It’s comforting.
Hannibal reaches out to him without looking away from the road and cups his face with one hand, running his thumb along Will’s cheek bone. Will pushes into the touch, but it’s gone too soon.
Instead Hannibal drops his hand to rest on Will’s knee.
“Better?” Hannibal asks after a few minutes.
Will just nods, not in the mood to talk about it right now. Not in the mood to discuss the things his mind recreated while he looked down at all of those bodies.
“Do you still want to go out for lunch?” Hannibal asks. Will could cry at the patience and understanding in his tone. He doesn’t know how he managed to get someone like Hannibal Lecter to fall in love with him.
Will sighs, steadies himself. “Can we go home?”
“Of course,” Hannibal says.
“Thanks,” Will says. He rubs his eyes with his hands and lets out a strained sigh. “Sorry. That was just a lot.”
“You have no need to apologize, Will,” Hannibal says. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“No,” Will says without even hesitating. “Not now. Maybe later, or tomorrow. I want to talk about anything else right now.”
Will puts his hand over Hannibal’s on his knee and Hannibal turns his over so they can lace their fingers together. Will squeezes Hannibal’s hand and Hannibal squeezes back.
“Tell me about this New Year’s party you’re having,” Will requests. “Menu, guests, what I’m wearing.”
“Are you so certain I‘m choosing your outfit for you?” Hannibal asks. He keeps his face forward, focusing on the road, but Will can see the corner of his mouth pulling up.
Will can’t help but laugh. “Yes. I am. And knowing you, we’re going to match and you’re going to tell everyone it’s a coincidence.”
“Am I really so predictable?” Hannibal asks.
Will sits up and leans over to kiss Hannibal’s cheek before settling back down into his seat. He doesn’t pull his knees back up to his chest, doesn’t make himself feel small again. He’s coming back to himself bit by bit.
“Is your pack okay for a few more hours?” Hannibal asks.
“Why? We’re not going to my house?” Will frowns. He’s in the mood to lay down and take a nap. Nothing else.
“If you’d be amenable, I would like to go home for a few things,” Hannibal says. “I also think Abigail wouldn’t mind lunch. I can take you home first if you’d like.”
The idea of being alone is worse than waiting to go home, so he shakes his head. “I’ll go with. Dogs are fine.”
Hannibal nods and keeps going past the exit for Wolf Trap, starting the hour drive to Baltimore.
“Okay, so tell me what I’m wearing to your party,” Will says. “You did avoid the question.”
“I suppose I did. I bought you a suit,” Hannibal answers. “Which reminds me. Next Thursday at 6:30 we are visiting my tailor.”
Will groans. “For your opera?”
“Yes. I figured you would prefer that over therapy.”
Will laughs quietly. “You mean you think I would prefer being touched by a stranger as opposed to telling you my problems?”
“Yes, I believe you would. I know you hate our sessions.”
Will scoffs. “We’ve had one session since we started dating and you were being weird that night. I don’t hate them, I just hated that one.”
“You hated them before we started dating,” Hannibal points out.
“Don’t give me that. What was I supposed to do when the most gorgeous man I had ever seen was assigned as my unofficial therapist? Being friendly would’ve just made it worse when you had to inevitably reject me. I was trying to lessen my chances of growing attached,” Will says. “Funny how that worked out.”
“Yes, quite,” Hannibal agrees.
“You wanna know something?” Will asks. He bites his lip, holding back the nervous laugh he wants to let out.
“Hm?”
“First time I stepped foot in your office I thought about how badly I wanted you to rail me against your ladder.”
“Darling, you mustn’t say such things,” Hannibal murmurs. “I may just have to drive right to my office so we can make that happen.”
Will chokes on his spit and has to cough a few times. “You’re joking.”
“I am not, but perhaps we refrain today. I don’t have my keys with me,” Hannibal sighs. “Besides, I know you’re tired, and I would like for you to eat something and relax before anything else.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Will agrees. He’s exhausted, physically and mentally. After staying up most of the night waiting for Hannibal to come back, then getting into the mind of the killer, he could easily fall asleep now.
They fall silent for half the drive, hands clasped together on the center console. The heat in the car makes Will drowsy, but he fights to stay awake, watching Hannibal while he drives.
“How’s your head?” Will asks after a while.
“Much better,” Hannibal tells him. “You have been taking care of me, so of course I’m recovering well.”
“You’re so full of shit sometimes,” Will laughs. “The most I’ve done is give you a glass of water and Tylenol.”
“That’s not all you do for me, Will,” Hannibal says, completely serious. “Your love is better than any medicine.”
Will squeezes his hand, then brings it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. Now would be a good time, Will thinks. Now would be the perfect time to say it.
But of course, Hannibal already knows, or he wouldn’t have phrased his words in that way. Will decides that he doesn’t need to say the words for Hannibal to know.
When they reach Hannibal’s house, Hannibal pulls the car into the garage and leans over to kiss Will again the second he shuts off the engine. Will brings his hands to Hannibal’s face and holds him there, kissing him like his life depends on it.
Hannibal is the one to pull away, but only separating their lips enough to breathe. They rest their foreheads together and share air.
“When we left the scene,” Will starts. “How did you know what to do to immediately bring me back?”
“I didn’t,” Hannibal answers. “All my knowledge of grounding patients flew out the window, and all I could think of was getting my hands on you so no one else could grip your mind.”
“Well, it worked. So thank you,” Will whispers. He kisses Hannibal one more time before pulling away and getting out of the car.
The afternoon is spent at Hannibal’s house. After eating a quick lunch, Will goes upstairs and climbs into Hannibal’s large bath tub, letting the water warm the parts of him still cold from what he saw. It’s a bone deep chill that he can’t seem to shake.
It gets considerably better when Hannibal comes in and sits behind the tub, rubbing tension out of Will’s shoulders with his firm touch. Will can’t help but groan at the pain each time Hannibal hits a particularly tense spot, and Hannibal places kisses on the top of his head every time he does.
“I sent Abigail to see to the dogs,” Hannibal tells him. “I told her she could just stay the night in Wolf Trap if she would like to, so we can stay here without worrying about them.”
“You want to stay here tonight?” Will asks. “That’s fine. The dogs listen to her.”
“I would like to get started on preparations for my dinner party starting tomorrow,” Hannibal answers. “Staying here tonight will make that easier. Besides, I thought it would be a nice change for us to have some privacy without worrying about Jack or anyone else coming to look for you.”
That makes Will laugh. “I get it. You sent Abigail away for the night, and you’re probably going to hide my cell phone, aren’t you? So no one can call and interrupt us. Honestly? Thank you.”
“Of course, darling. I’ll admit it’s as much for me as it is for you,” Hannibal responds.
Will tips his head back and up and Hannibal leans down to kiss his lips, both of them smiling against each other’s mouths.
“Did you want to sleep?” Hannibal asks.
Will shakes his head. “We both know we have other things in mind for this afternoon.”
Hannibal just leans down and kisses him again, then continues to massage Will’s shoulders and neck.
When he gets out, Hannibal directs him naked toward the bed and finishes massaging his back, Will laying face down while Hannibal sits over his thighs. And Will is so hard by now that he can’t help but thrust against the sheets. When Hannibal settles his weight down on Will, and he feels Hannibal’s clothed erection against the back of his thigh, Will twists his body to lay on his back underneath Hannibal.
He pulls Hannibal down by the back of his neck for a kiss, Hannibal’s hands on his chest for balance. Will’s hands find Hannibal’s zipper and push at his pants until Hannibal gets up and removes all of his clothes.
Hannibal looks down at Will, eyes tired, body relaxed. He climbs back over him and leans down to kiss him again and again. He feels as though he needs to make up for the way this morning made Will feel.
Had Hannibal left the site as is, Will would have never had to go through that. He was hoping Will would stand there and pretend, but that was not the case today. The draw to see what happened was too much for him to resist, and Hannibal only has himself to blame for that.
Will makes a quiet impatient moan against Hannibal’s lips, pushing his hips up against Hannibal.
Hannibal takes both of their hard cocks in one hand and begins to slowly move his hand, drawing more moans from Will’s throat.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Will gasps out. How he wants to have a conversation right now is beyond Hannibal.
“Perhaps I should make you stop thinking, then,” Hannibal says against his mouth. He moves down Will’s body to take Will’s cock in his mouth before he even gets a chance to respond.
“Ah, fuck, Hannibal,” Will moans. His fingers dig into Hannibal’s hair while Hannibal takes him all the way into his mouth. “But seriously - fuck - okay, seriously,” Will says again, pulling Hannibal’s hair so Hannibal has no choice but to come up, letting Will’s cock fall out of his mouth.
“What, darling?” Hannibal asks, looking up at Will from where he’s positioned between his legs.
“I was thinking,” Will repeats. “That you can’t just kill people because they’re rude to me.”
“I am attempting to, how would you say, suck your cock, and this is what you wish to talk about?” Hannibal asks.
Will nods. “I, yeah, I guess? Come up here.”
Hannibal moves up and lays on the bed next to Will, both men turning on their sides to look at each other. Will pulls him closer, wraps an arm around his back and pulls him flush to his body, so they can move against each other.
“As I said, you can’t kill people for being rude to me,” Will whispers. “Because then you would have to kill quite literally everyone.”
“And if it were feasible, I would, darling,” Hannibal responds, kissing Will on the forehead before rolling them over so he can straddle Will. “I will not kill anyone else just for being rude to you. Although I can assure you that this kill wasn’t just for you. I’ll admit I never quite liked him.”
Will laughs and shakes his head, then runs his hands up and down Hannibal’s thighs. Finally he says, “Fine. I suppose this conversation is out of the way.”
“May I proceed, then?” Hannibal asks.
“God, yes,” Will says, eagerly, clearly being pulled back to where he is, rather than where he was coming from with the conversation. “Anything you want. Sorry for getting sidetracked.”
“It was bothering you,” Hannibal says. “I do not blame you for needing to discuss it.”
He reaches over and pulls open his nightstand drawer, pulling out lube. He reaches behind himself and pushes two fingers in, stretching himself before lining up and sinking down on Will’s cock. He leans down to kiss Will while he adjusts, then starts a slow rock of his hips.
Will’s hands hold Hannibal’s hips, fingers gripping hard enough to leave marks while Hannibal rides him slowly.
He wants this to last, wants Will to focus on Hannibal and his own pleasure for as long as possible. No more thinking about the killer inside his head, unless the killer inside his head is Hannibal.
Will pulls Hannibal down so their chests are pressed together, their bodies gently rocking against each other.
Hannibal leaves kisses across Will’s neck and throat, biting down lightly, pulling moans from Will’s lips. Will holds Hannibal so tight against his body that Hannibal couldn’t sit up if he tried.
When he feels himself starting to get close, Hannibal starts moving faster, Will’s cock hitting his prostate while his own cock moves between their stomachs. He knows he won’t last much longer and continues to pick up his pace, despite the burn starting in his thighs from exertion.
Will comes inside him with Hannibal’s name on his lips and his fingers on one hand tangled in Hannibal’s hair, the other arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders. His hands drop down to his sides and Hannibal is able to sit up, taking his own cock in his hand, stroking himself until he comes on Will’s stomach.
Then Will is pulling him back down to kiss all over his face, to wrap his arms around Hannibal’s back and hold him tight.
“Thanks,” Will says after a while. “I needed that.”
Hannibal kisses him, then pulls himself out of Will’s arms and off the bed, feeling Will’s release coming out of his body and going down the back of his thighs.
“Come shower with me,” Hannibal says.
Will shakes his head, and shuts his eyes, mumbling, “Too tired. Just stay in bed with me.”
Hannibal smiles fondly and kisses his forehead. He grabs a Kleenex from his nightstand and wipes off Will’s stomach, then goes into the bathroom. He cleans up, then finds himself back in bed with Will.
Will feels Hannibal settle back down onto the bed with him, waking briefly from the half-asleep state he was in. He immediately moves closer to Hannibal, deciding to roll over and settle completely on top of him.
Hannibal doesn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around Will while he tries to fall back asleep. Will inhales the safe, familiar scent of Hannibal and buries his face further into the man’s chest.
“I love you, Will,” Hannibal whispers.
Will makes a sleepy humming sound in response and holds Hannibal tighter.