'I want to ask you...' Will started after long silence. They were sitting in Hannibal's office and when Will became silent, Hannibal decided not to pull him off his reverie.

'Yes, William?' - only Hannibal called him this way, but Will liked it, somehow it felt like he was special to Hannibal. Just like Hannibal was to him.

Will felt those sharp maroon eyes on him. Sometimes he felt that Hannibal knew what he was thinking about.

'I... I was curious... What would you answer if... a patient of yours asked you on a... date?' Will stammered and felt burning blush spread across his cheeks.

He felt pathetic. He didn't even have the courage to simply ask the doctor out. He just wanted to spend nice time with him...

Hannibal looked calmly at Will without any hint of surprise, but with an internal smile. He had been waiting for so long... He knew Will had some 'feelings' towards him. And he was happy about it. He had never felt understood before and now there was Will, who understood him. He could see the beauty where he saw it. Where no one else could see the beauty. Where everyone else saw horror and nothing more. People were so foolish...
He had got used to being alone. He had been happy. But then Will appeared and both of them felt some sort of connection they had never felt with anyone else.

Will was a beautiful human being. He was a complete opposite of Hannibal - he had always ruffled curly brown hair and he wore scruffy clothes - but he was beautiful. And he had the most amazing deep blue eyes in which Hannibal wanted to drown...
But he had had to wait. He hadn't wanted to push Will. He knew Will was fragile and if he had been pushed, it would do no good for him. He would most probably lose him then. So he had been waiting patiently. And finally there came this moment...

'Why are you asking, Will?'

'I... I'm just curious. That's all.'

'Well, it depends.'

Will's eyes widened little bit. 'Depends on what?'

'If I am interested in that person enough to risk losing my license.'

'Oh, I understand...' Will felt his heart sink. He wasn't worth losing job, that's for sure. He felt disappointed. Disappointed with himself. He shouldn't even think that Hannibal would feel something for him. Oh he was so pathetic...

'Will,' Will rose his eyes to look at Hannibal for a moment and he was surprised to see warm smile on his face. It was so soothing. His heart fluttered. He knew he shouldn't have hope, but he couldn't help it. He was staring at Hannibal with uncertainty, not sure if he should say something or not.

'What do you think about our relationship?' Hannibal suddenly asked and Will didn't know what to answer.

'I am your patient, you are my therapist. And I hope we are friends.' Will looked away quickly, because he wasn't sure if this was what he should say. They were friends after all...

'Don't lie, William.' Hannibal looked at him with serious expression.

'Wh - what? I'm not lying. We are friends and I am also your patient... I'm not lying!' Will was upset. He wasn't lying. Why did Hannibal think he was lying?

'You are.' in that moment Hannibal's look and voice softened.

Will was so confused...

'Why do you think I'm lying?' Will asked, he could hear anxiety in his own voice.

'Yes, I am your friend, William. As well as you are mine. But there is something you're not telling me.'

They became silent for a moment.

Will looked down 'You are interesting and attractive man, Hannibal.' he whispered, looking at his feet. He felt embarrassed. He shouldn't think and talk about it. Hannibal was his therapist, for god's sake... But it kept coming back to him. Especially at nights. He could imagine, feel Hannibal's warm, bare body embracing his and Hannibal whispering soothing words to his ear when he had a nightmare. His breath tickling his hair. Their legs entwined.
And everytime he woke up in the morning and he realized there was no one in his bed with him. He hadn't been able to stand it anymore. He had needed to try. But now he could see how foolish he had been... It was Hannibal. Man with fine taste. Man who had only best quality things - suits, food, wine. And lover probably too. He wouldn't waste time for Will in that matter. He was even more embarrassed now that he realized that. He never would be enough for Hannibal. What had he been thinking?

Will covered his face with hands and was breathing deeply, trying to calm himself. He didn't realize that Hannibal approached him. He almost jumped when he felt a hand on his knee and saw Hannibal kneeling in front of him. His eyes widened and he couldn't stop gaping. He knew he probably should do or say something, but nothing smart came to his mind. Instead, he was simply staring at older man. God, he was beautiful... Will involuntarily licked his lips.

Hannibal couldn't hide amusement. He let the smile spread across his face. He leaned in.

Will held his breath.

'You are worth losing every job.' Hannibal whispered. His breath on Will's neck sent shivers through his body.

Will couldn't hold his breath anymore. Without much thinking he leaned in to close the space between them. He touched Hannibal's incredibly warm lips with his own. Will wanted to melt in them.

Hannibal could feel Will's lips on his and internally smiled on that. This was what he had been waiting for. But he could feel Will was hesitant. He was probably afraid Hannibal would reject the kiss, would reject him. Hannibal couldn't let his dear William feel this way...

After couple of moments Will could feel Hannibal reciprocate and deepen the kiss. That let him relax. Hannibal wanted him.

Hannibal really wanted him.

He let go. He didn't feel the tension anymore. He slowly parted his lips and let out a moan when Hannibal slid his tongue inside. He was fully exploring his mouth. His tongue was dancing with Will's in the most passionate way.

Will was happy he was sitting. If he wasn't, he would surely collapse. He could feel his legs weaken more and more with every passing moment.

He wasn't thinking when he glided his hands up Hannibal's body to his ashen hair and pulled his fingers through it.

After a moment they parted to get a little air, panting. Will looked at Hannibal. He was even more beautiful in this state - with flush on his cheeks, disheveled hair and uneven breath.

Oh no... His...

Will froze.

'Hannibal, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to do it. I... I mean I wanted, but I shouldn't have. I lost my mind... I'm so sorry.'

Hannibal frowned. 'What are you talking about, Will?'

'I... I ruined your hair. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done this. I won't do this again. I... I mean if I ever have the opportunity again...' Will's cheeks turned red and he turned his head to not look Hannibal in the eyes.

The older man chuckled softly. 'Hopefully, you will be able to see me in much more disheveled state than this.' He took Will's face in both hands. 'Look at me, Will.' he said gently.

Will slowly raised his eyes to meet Hannibal's warm smile and amused eyes.

'Yes.' Hannibal said in a soft tone.

Will looked confused. 'Yes what?' he asked, not really knowing what Hannibal meant.

'Yes, I would love to go on a date with you.' Hannibal smiled even wider, his dark eyes glistening.

Will felt like there was no air. And like there was no world outside that room.

He kissed Hannibal again. This time less hesitant.