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Hannibal passed the flowing tides of the bright blue sea and colorful residents of neighbors. Cuba was beautiful, great grounds for his husband, Will to flourish and grow in his instincts, develop his divine darkness. They resided in Hannibal's two story manor off the shore of Maria La Gorda, a wonderful view. Hannibal's smile twitched up a few centimeters as he imagined Will by balcony, the contrast of the darkening sea and blurring orange, blue, and pinks flurrying throughout the marble sky of the setting sun.
Hannibal soon arrived at the manor, Surprise and adoration struck him like it had been from Zeus himself. Seeing Will, out in the yard with his old weed-eater, doing a beautiful job cleaning the crevices in the sidewalk, where he seemingly mowed right before the fact.
Hannibal's feet quickened– as he was helpless under wills influence. Will briefly looks to the side, observing how Hannibal was waving to him, he stops the weed-eater and saunters over to the end of the entrance.
“Dear Will, you know the housekeeper could have managed that” Hannibal states, aware of Will's persistence to be independent, as well to please Hannibal.
“They would've done it wrong. I know you like the lawn to be meticulously shaved, and I happen to be good at this kind of labor…"Will pants as he wipes the sweat dribbling down his forehead, this is beautifully natural on him.
The elder man reaches out to caress Will's presumably dirtied cheek, Will chuckles and dodges it momentarily.
"You probably don't want to touch me right now” he gestures to himself, the boy obviously sweating and covered in grass.
“Mon cœur, I bare no restrictions, I simply do not care, now come here…” Hannibal states, his voice low and sultry.
A faint pink dusts wills ears before he slings his arms around Hannibal, smiling like a weirdo
"I met a rather…discourteous man today” he whispers low in the shell of wills ear.
“Oh really” will snorts sardonically.
“Quite, I considered his business card, I have it. Have you made up your mind about dinner, dear? After all, it is your choice tonight..
Will smiles as he leans down, picking up the unevenly weighted weed-eater, he straightens his back and clasps his left hand around the object as his right hugs Hannibal's own.
“For dinner tonight… I think I want swine..” will deepen his tone. Hannibal's lips twitch into a broad, pleasant smile, proud of his boy.
As Will leaves the area to put away the lawn equipment Hannibal makes his way inside, running a warm, soapy bath for him, dusting the sides with scented rose petals and candles.
Will slips off his boots in the doorway, then saunters into the consulting room where Hannibal is sitting idly by the window, likely watching Will put away equipment outside. Will tries to sneak up behind him but as soon as he walks through the corridor Hannibal smiles.
“Will.”
Hannibal walks to Will, placing a firm hand on his back, then pressing his nose right up against the soft skin of Will's nape, breathing him in. Will chuckles.
“quit being weird” he tries to push Hannibal off, playfully. Hannibal holds will in place and continues to smell him. “Mylimasis… i ran a bath for you, but naturally, i need to first savor your scent, "Hannibal murmurs.
Will rolls his eyes and whistles smiling. “Of course, of course, naturally” Will says sardonically.
While Will is taking his sweet time getting clean, Hannibal begins his research on the swine, finding every little thing that may contribute to his whereabouts and social connections
He found that this man has been invited to a party this evening, distinctly from the mention on Facebook. The plan has been set in motion, he will leave at 6:00 with will, his plan is for his darling to poke a small hole in the tire while Hannibal secures the area for any witnesses. The tire will not seem strange at first, but soon enough he will stop, approximately on the local dirt road down to the beach house where the party is being hosted, right then and there, Hannibal will swoop behind him and grab him as soon as he gets out to look at his car. Will, will choke him while Hannibal drives the car to another location. They will head home after securing the body successfully. This part Hannibal tends not to favor, back in America as the Chesapeake Ripper,and even as Il Mostro in France he turned his victims into art, he changed them.
If this doesn't go to plan, he and his partner are both brilliant enough to make up something on the spot.
After all this brainstorming, Will walks down the stairs, wet curls and a fluffy baby blue towel wrapped around his waist, just as pretty and perky as when Hannibal met him back in Baltimore. He tells him the thought out plan.