Will was sitting in Hannibal's study observing as the elegant man began rifling through papers on his desk. Hannibal looked up at him and inquired
"Why are you staring at me like that Will? It's not like you to be rude. You wouldn't want me to have to eat you."
"I wouldn't mind it if you ate me," Will teased. Hannibal raised an eyebrow, but Will just smirked. Hannibal's pupils dilated and his breathing became heavy as he took a step toward the other man, trying desperately to ignore the exquisite scents rolling off of him. Will. Will. Will.
"Will," he said out loud. "My Will." Yes, he thought, his Will.
Will let out a growl and lunged toward Hannibal, his dark eyes never leaving Hannibal's. He reached the other man, kissing him hard, bodies intertwined. Hannibal pulled Will tighter to him kissing him hard. He ran his tongue across Will's lip and whispered into his ear.
"You are a most delicious man, Will."
Will's grasp on Hannibal loosened. "I don't know what's going on in my life anymore. I feel like I'm going insane, and you are my constant, always there for me. I don't know what I would do without you!" Will cried and kissed Hannibal. Softer this time, filled with love and desire, need and want, all the built up passion he had for this man and - "I love you, Will," Hannibal said softly and stared into Will's eyes.
"I love you too."