Notes: I've watched a vid made by WittchBllade which gives you the feel that both Hannibal and Will are killers and cannibals. (Well, of course the mad chemistry and sexual tension is always there, not just in the vid.) Anyway, I decided that I wanted to work on this idea despite my current psychological state. Being the proud Hannigramer that I am, I decided to take things a bit further between them.
The story is named after the vid, because it's really awesome and gave me the idea.
Like all my stories, this story is unbeta'd. Also, English is not my native language. So, yeah, there might be some mistakes.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything but the story (and a Hannibal poster). I am merely playing with these awesome characters because I love them too much.
"Hanni, I'm home!"
Will smiled at his own words. He got no reply, so he stepped further into the spacious house. He supposed that the doctor was cooking one of their latest victims, so he headed towards the kitchen, his anticipation building up.
Suddenly he felt a pair of hands snaking around his neck. As he tried to fight his attacker and survive strangulation, feverish thoughts roamed his head like flies. Who was the attacker? How had he broken in? Why had he broken in? Had he discovered the secret that he and the doctor were hiding so well? Was Hannibal all right?
His attacker turned him around and kissed him. For one heartbeat Will panicked; then realization dawned on him, and he relaxed. He recognized those lips. How could he not? They had been all over him, tasting every inch of his body and setting fire to his skin.
He wanted to surrender, to let his "attacker" do as he wished with him, to be a slave to his desires. However, he gave in to his pride instead. He bit his "attacker's" lower lip and pulled away.
"You scared me, you bastard!"
Hannibal licked his bleeding lip, tasting both Will and his life substance. It was intoxicating. "Oh Will, don't be so melodramatic! You are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself," he said. "Besides, I made sure that you could breathe almost easily."
"That's not the point," Will argued. "I was worried about you. And I might have hurt you."
Hannibal smiled at him. "I am touched by your concern, Will," he said patiently, as if trying to teach a lesson to a child, "but I also am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. None of us would have gotten hurt. Not critically at least."
Will shook his head. There was no denying that they could take care of themselves, but there was also no denying that they could cause damage to one another. They both knew that. That was the risk of their relationship. And Will was drawn to it. He was drawn to the danger. It made him feel alive.
He looked at Hannibal. His smile had made his lip break open and bleed all over again. Will stroked his lover's cheek and lapped at his blood, licking him clean. He felt Hannibal shudder slightly as the arousing sensation hit him. Hannibal had always been the seductive member of their relationship, but sometimes Will could fascinate him with more than his mind, his empathy, and his killing skills.
Hannibal's tongue darted out of his lips and found Will's. This time the younger man did not resist. He gave in to his lover's kiss, gave in to his tongue and let it taste him. Will had read of really strong sensations while kissing, but he had believed that it was merely stuff written in Harlequin books. Hannibal had changed his mind. When they kissed, stars were exploding inside Will. It was, of course, even stronger when they made love.
Hannibal held the younger man's face between his palms. "How is it that you fascinate me so?" he wondered out loud.
"Hmm…I don't know why," Will teased his lover. "My lovely face? No, my body most likely. You just can't hold yourself when you see my six-pack."
Hannibal laughed softly. He kissed the younger man again. He could talk about his fascination in Will for ages. He knew, however, that it would only make Will feel bad. Good Will was many things, but self-centered was not one of them. At first he hadn't even wanted to elevate his murders to art. He hadn't wanted to impress anyone. Hannibal had shown him the beauty in death. He had reminded Will how elegant and graceful he had found his murders as the Chesapeake Ripper.
"Will, I was thinking of inviting Jack over for dinner tomorrow night," he said seriously out of the blue.
Will looked at the older man, unsure of what to say. "Well…um, okay. It's your house, you choose who you invite to it."
Will hadn't moved in with Hannibal. No one was aware of their relationship, and the more professional and friendly they made it look, the better. Hannibal didn't want to give anyone the right to suspect what they were apart from a psychiatrist and an FBI teacher with a temporary badge. Will saw the logic of it all and had agreed, but there were times when he wished things could be different. Hannibal gave meaning to his existence, made him feel important and loved. He was the only person that mattered in the empath's world; was it too much to want to be with him all the time despite the dangers?
"I would like you to be present as well, Will," Hannibal said.
"Really? Why?"
"Because we will have the opportunity to spend more time together. Because, if you're not there, I might start thinking of how to kill Jack."
"You want to kill Jack?"
"Yes," Hannibal said simply. "He's putting a lot of pressure on you, Will. He's pushing you to your limits and even beyond them. He is breaking you."
"Well, you're there to pick up the pieces and put them back together," Will said hesitantly. He let his words hover in the air. He wanted to see how Hannibal would react to them.
Hannibal looked deeply into Will's eyes. He took his time before answering, weighing the situation. Unlike Jack he cared about Will, but this didn't mean that he hadn't played with Will in his own way. He had manipulated the younger man until Will was finally free and pure. But Will didn't know that he had been led by Hannibal, and Hannibal had no intention to reveal his achieved master plan to Will.
"I will always be there for that," he finally said. "That doesn't mean that I like it. You've been through a lot, Will. You've been losing your mind. Now that everything is fixed, you should have some peace. Jack should see that."
"It's easier for me to look," Will admitted. "Now that…now that I'm a killer, it's easier. Yes, there are times that I'm afraid I might find something of our own work and I won't be able to cover it up, but it's still easier."
Hannibal nodded. "Still," he said, "I can't forget how he treated you in the past. I wanted to make him stop, but he always said that you're stronger than you look."
"You don't think I am?" Will asked, trying his best to look offended, but the corners of his mouth managed to pull up a little.
Hannibal mimicked him. "I don't know, I don't know," he teased the younger man. "You're really easy to tie to the bed."
Will blushed and looked down. Although he enjoyed his sexual encounters with Hannibal very much, he did not feel comfortable talking about it.
In the end, he took a deep breath and shrugged. "That's only because I allow you to." He could play too.
"And why do you allow me to, dear Will?"
Will bit his lower lip. He had fallen right into Hannibal's trap with his own words.
As Hannibal wasn't getting an answer, he pulled Will closer to him. His lips hovered over the younger man's lips but they didn't meet. Will closed his eyes as he felt Hannibal's hot breath on his face.
"Why do you allow me to, beautiful boy?" Hannibal whispered in Will's ear.
Will shuddered and replied, "Because I want you to. Because I like it. I want you to do it. I want you. Not being able to touch you makes your touch more…sensual, more intense, more powerful…"
Hannibal smiled. Even before their relationship turning that way, Hannibal had always been the one who approached Will, who touched Will, who came closer to Will. There had always been something about Will that made it hard for Hannibal to keep his hands away.
"So, will you come over for dinner tomorrow with me and Jack?" he asked all of a sudden.
Will slowly opened his eyes, still seduced by Hannibal and drunk on him. "Yes," he whispered.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Hannibal's handsome face. "Very well," he said like the professional psychiatrist that he was. "And now, let's go eat, shall we?"
Will looked at him, biting his lip. "Um…could we maybe skip to dessert?"
Hannibal grinned wolfishly at the sound of Will's words, imagining what he would do to his lover in bed. Of course they could skip to dessert. He hadn't cooked anything anyway…
Ta-da! So, this is it, fellow Fannibals. I don't know if it's good. I hope it is. I've been wanting to write some more Hannigram for some time now, but I had no ideas whatsoever.
Anyway, I'm not sure if I should write more to this. It could remain an open-ended one-shot, or it could become a multi-chapter story presumably with smut and cannibalism *wink*. I don't know. It's up to you and your reviews. Tell me if you want me to add more chapters or leave it like this. So, get ready to type!