Inspired by a gifset I found on tumblr, made by doomslock.
This is unbeta'd, and English is not my native language, so don't be rude and try to excuse any mistakes. :P
Sherlock's hand was shaking badly. The contents of his glass were moving from one side to the other, fortunately never splashing the carpet. He knew that his host was very neat and would consider something like that as rude. Sherlock rarely ever cared about other people's impression of him, but his host was not a man to be crossed. He was dangerous. And everyone around him was so stupid and blind that they could not see it.
"What is it?" he asked, looking at the glass and his shaking hand around it. "Sedative? Poison?"
Hannibal Lecter's maroon gaze was focused on the fireplace before him. "Your investigative skills must be rusty, Mr. Holmes," he said, still not looking at the consulting detective. "It's a paralytic. You'll be awake."
At that moment he looked at Sherlock, but the latter's eyes closed. His fingers settled on his temples, like he was entering his mind palace in order to find a way to survive this. He knew that there was no way out, though. He knew just how dangerous Doctor Hannibal Lecter was, he knew just what Doctor Hannibal Lecter was capable of. And yet, he could not resist solving the mystery, falling into the abyss. He had to push himself to his limits. He had to come close to the fire. But now he had come too close. Far too close.
"Doctor Watson will report you missing," the cannibal carried on, "but no one will ever find you."
No, of course they won't, Sherlock thought. They'll have a taste of me, though. He will have a great dinner party and I will be his crowning course.
"Then maybe I'll pay him a visit," Hannibal was saying.
Sherlock's head turned to Hannibal's side so violently that they heard a crack. "YOU WILL LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he yelled. Hannibal could do whatever he wanted to him, but John could not be involved in this game. Moriarty had played with him, and that was enough. The cannibal should leave him alone. It was all Sherlock's fault. John was innocent. John hadn't done anything. It was all Sherlock. Always Sherlock, trying anything to prove that he was a genius.
Hannibal looked at him, his cold, emotionless, empty, red-like eyes studying him. Sherlock felt as though the cannibalistic doctor was stripping him of everything until he could see his bare soul. It was unnerving. Sherlock wanted to jump on him, to choke the life out of him, and then run as far away from this house of horror as he could. However, the paralytic was starting to kick in and he could no longer move.
A small, devilish grin appeared on the monstrous murderer. "Let's begin," he said, his words full of promise and danger.
I haven't written crossover in a while, but I simply could not resist writing some Hanlock. I hope you liked it. Feedback is love! x