Newfound love
Will met the softness of the bed, as he laid down and let his breath escape. His memory was slowly fading, as the darkness
bend over him and kissed his tender lips. Will embraced the deep love that he had been offered and let himself be seduced.
Hannibal had used his words carefully and had led Will into his room, where he pushed Will on the bed and undid his own tie.
As if he was going to taste his favorite dish, he licked his own lips before he had bended over the mesmerized Will.
The two drown in love and let their aching feelings for each other merge.
''When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes a-running… But not to help.'' Hannibal groans, as Will cries it out.
He feels every inch of Hannibal and listens to every breath he takes, knowing that he's there. Overwhelmed and addicted,
they don't know how to stop. Not that they want to. Hannibal embraces Will tight and in a way he has never embraced anyone before.
He finally feels like he has found his very own place, he feels understood and appreciated. Will finally feels complete and secure.
He knows his place, he knows what to do. He loves it.
Will digs his nails into Hannibals back, making him groan and pressure Will even more.
''More.'' He simply demands. Hannibal obeys.
Pleasured as they feel, they continue throughout the night. When the sun rises and the first sunbeam appears in the room, they stop.
For now.
Later that morning, both of them are found at the dining table. They eat the delicious feast that Hannibal has prepared for breakfast.
Will had helped and both of them had done their best, as it felt like a celebration for their newfound love.
''It's going to be a difficult game from now on.'' Hannibal references to Jack Crawford, the police and the victims.
''It's going to be beautiful.'' Will declares.