Dr Lecter sat in his office, looking over his knife collection, which was concealed in one of his desk drawers. Delicately he touched the tip of each blade. He picked up a knife and held it in his hand, wrapping his hand around it.
"Be careful there doc," an unwelcome voice penetrated the Hannibal's peaceful quiet, "you might get cut."
"It only cuts if you move it," Hannibal said as he placed the knife back in the drawer and closed it carefully. "What can I do for you?"
Mason plopped down in the seat across from Hannibal, putting his feet up on the table. Hannibal frowned but said nothing. Mason grinned. "I've been thinking a lot lately."
There was a moment of silence before Hannibal asked, "and what have you been thinking about?"
"I have come to an understanding about you, Dr Lecter." With that he got to his feet and approached the desk. Hannibal got to his feet as Mason attempted to move behind him.
"And what have you come to understand Mason?"
Mason moved quickly and within seconds he held a knife to Hannibal's throat. "We have common interests, Dr Lecter. You see, I like knives too."
Hannibal could feel the cold blade against his throat, and he could smell the faint scent of ammonia coming off of Mason Verger. He knew what that scent meant, this man intended to commit an act of violence against him.
"This is true. Do you intend to spill my blood Mason?" He asked, his voice calm and his heart rate steady. If he were to go out any way, this would not be the worst. He would have chosen someone else holding the blade, but he didn't seem to have much say in the matter.
"That and so much more," Mason licked the side of Hannibal's neck while drawing the blade across his throat lightly, leaving a thin trail of blood behind.
At the moment the blade had ceased it's travels and Mason was, for the moment relaxed, Hannibal spun around, using his whole body to push Mason off balance. It was easy then to pin Mason against the wall and secure him there.
"What else of mine do you wish to spill?"
Mason pouted, "I had hoped it would be obvious!"
"Are you disappointed with me?" Hannibal could feel that disappointed was not what the other man was feeling at that moment; quite the opposite. "I think I might know what you are suggesting, but Mason, I do not tend to take lovers who are inclined to slit my throat during or after we engage in sexual activites."
"Dr Lecter, I'm shocked!"
