"I'm not really surprised that you murdered him."
Hannibal sat back in his plush armchair with Will facing him parallel with a smirk on his clean shaven face. He could feel a smile of his own tug at his mouth at the bluntness of the other man's statement. It wasn't a question- Will just knew Hannibal too well. His need to fill his thirst and quench his desires with blood and a sense of justice seemed to capture Will's attention consistently.
This thrilled Hannibal, knowing he held so much power over the other man. Alas Will knew now when Hannibal was trying for his attention or trying to manipulate him and the majority of the time- Will let him do both. The detective was aware of Hannibal's control over him, yet every time he tried to walk away or move on with his life without Hannibal in it, he felt like he'd failed. Because in the end, time after time, he always came back like Hannibal knew he would.
To Will, Hannibal was a dangerous drug. One wrong move of the needle and his blood would come spurting out; yet Will had already felt the wrath of that poison when he betrayed his therapist. On the other hand Will often felt the ecstasy of said needle when pushed in the right way; the pure bliss that was Doctor Hannibal Lecter. He knew it was wrong to enjoy whatever the connection was between the two, but Hannibal had become a part of him.
Of course Will despised him at first for letting it happen, but he and the doctor had bonded in most likely the strangest ways possible and soon they couldn't live without each other. Others that had been around them both in the past had noticed the union and warned Will against it, he didn't listen and ended up with a smile across his chest. Despite this, Will yearned for Hannibal's contact still and it seemed so did Hannibal.
So here they both sat, across from the other, smiles dancing on both their lips. "Would it bother you if it was I that did?"
"Hannibal, putting two components together is as easy as locking the correct pieces jointly in a puzzle."
"Is it Will? Pray tell, what gave me away?" Hannibal knew he was testing the water now, analysing Will in his reaction.
Will had the urge to laugh. This was too simple- although being one of Hannibal's previous experiments, one of his patients, one of his friends and now whatever this was made knowing his pattern incredibly easy. "Well firstly a corporate businessman- who if his files state accurately has been involved in his fair share of 'complex' and 'unjust' deals which all impose on his vulnerable associates -has gone 'missing'."
They both shared a knowing look between them- it was known that Hannibal enjoyed his 'meals' to deserve their fate on his plate, it was all part of their retribution in the end.
"Secondly-" Will leant forward in his armchair, fingers strumming on the armrests. "We ate Roast Veal stuffed with Spinach and Mushrooms and I'm pretty sure that wasn't Veal I tasted last night. He probably deserved it."
At this point they both shared a quiet laugh in the evening light that flooded the study. Hannibal and Will stared into one another's eyes with such intensity it seemed like an eternity had passed. There was nothing else to mention in terms of the 'missing' businessman- Will just knew Hannibal too well. Knowing this secret of theirs was going to be kept between them, Hannibal rose, "Wine?"
Will's eyes scanned up from Hannibal's polished shoes all the way to the doctors' face, slowly, before standing himself. "I'd love some."
Sauntering towards Hannibal's large desk Will watched as the other man gathered two large wine glasses and a bottle of the finest wine. Though it wasn't like Will knew if it was a fine wine or not, that was Doctor Lecter's strong point.
A cool glass being nudged against his knuckles was what brought him back into reality, as he took it, both his and Doctor Lecter's fingers brushed and he unconsciously found himself wetting his lips.
This was quite the common occurrence between the two: every time their hands brushed or their shoulders touched as they viewed the world together; it was a tense moment of want and lust, yet it always went untouched.
Taking the first sip of the elegant wine always made Will wince, numerous flavours danced on his tongue rigorously. This sort of upper class delicacy was not one Will was used to. Nevertheless he had become quickly acquired to these new tastes ever since meeting the doctor, not that he was complaining. It was nerve-wreaking knowing Hannibal could offer all this luxury as it often made Will feel like he could never compare- that he couldn't offer anything of the same quality. Yet it was almost as if Hannibal didn't notice the difference of lifestyle between the two, which calmed Will immensely.
Finishing the glass in a shameful few gulps Will placed his glass upon the polished surface of the timber desk- shaking his head as Hannibal offered him a refill. Instead he chose to lazily glide around the large office, passing all the immense bookshelves aware of the predatory eyes upon himself. In fact being aware of this made a rush of adrenaline shoot up within him- taking a risk he decided to grace those silky eyes with an even more enticing sight.
Will poised himself at the foot of the stiff ladder before pushing himself up, only stopping when he was halfway up. He then outstretched his arm to randomly select a book, not really caring for the contents but merely making a scene for the other person to admire. Oh and admire Hannibal did. As soon as he'd noticed the more graceful movements from William he couldn't tear his eyes away. He was the lion and Will the seductress. Of course he noticed the way Will's muscles tensed with each step and how firm they became when he gripped the wooden beam. Hannibal's mouth filled with salvia when he saw the sliver of golden skin from where the others shirt had ridden up, it was almost too tempting. So when Will almost sinfully pushed out his behind, Hannibal had to move.
The psychiatrist braced himself directly at the foot of the ladder, directly under Will- it seemed all angles were of equal benefit. "Finding everything to your satisfaction?"
Will focused deeply on Hannibal before responding with a glimmer of arousal in his eye, "Oh indeed." He alluringly started to make his way down the ladders, smirking even more so when he realised Hannibal made no attempt to move. As Will's feet touched the soft broad rug he turned, bringing himself nose to nose with his friend. Will watched curiously as Hannibal took in his scent, his eyes closed in euphoria. Bringing his mouth towards Hannibal's ear he whispered, "Do you know what they call us?"
Hannibal could hardly control himself- his animalistic nature almost rearing a head. He let out a choked, "No. Tell me Will." It was a command. Nothing had made Hannibal require to use all of his restraint just to talk before- he was completely and utterly intoxicated, by none other than Will Graham.
"Murder Husbands."