Will struggled against his bonds, the rough material of the rope chaffing his wrists, now red and raw. He had been uncerimoniously strippef of his clothing and laid across his captor's bed.

In response to his feeble efforts to escape, Will felt hands wraps tightly around his throat, weight shifted onto him as the other clambered onto him, lazily draping one leg over him so that he now straddled Will. The man clicked his tongue in dissaproval, and the familliar accented voice said "Now, now, Will. You're being incredibly rude. After all, I was kind enough to invite you into my bed."

Those cold brown eyes met his, a mixture of annoyance and amusement illuminating them, and Will felt contempt and anger bubbling up inside of him. "There was no invitation!" he snapped. "You kidnapped me!"

Hannibal's lips curve upwards in a smile as he drives his knee into his captive's stomach, causing Will to gasp in pain, the ropes tied to him going slack as he collapses on his psychiatrist's bed.

"Are you... are you going to kill me?" he breathes, the hands on his throat preventing him from making any noise other than a ragged whisper.

"Of course" replies the older man with a sadistic smile, releasing his crushing grip to carress Will's cheek.

All Will feels is a dull ache. He had known the answer before the question was even asked. Though relieved at being able to breathe properly agaun, he feels asphyxiated by fear, for knowing Hannibal's sadistic and cruel natures, he's aware that his death will not be merciful.

"Well then," he gulps, his voice still quite hoarse "you'll kill me. But what torture do you have planned for me beforehand?"

The smile on Hannibal's face grows wider as Will comes to a horrible realization. "You're going to rape me aren't you?" he rasps, once again knowing the answer.

Hannibal leans in, his hot breath beside Will's ear. "You're a smart man, Will," he whispers seductively, his lustful voice sending chills down the spine of his hostage. "I'm sure you can figure it out."

Sitting up, he gazes at Will with cruel eyes, admiring his handiwork, taking in the sght of a bound and scared Will Graham with great pleasure, the thought of what he would do to his 'friend' sending a rush of pleasure through his body.

He slowly leaned back in towards Will, brushing his lips softly against the man's before sucking and biting at the flushed skin of his victim, making a trail of dark bruises dwon to his neck. "Make sure to scream, Will..." he murmurs absentmindedly, before sinking his teeth into his warm flesh savoring the metallic taste of his blood.

"You're mine," he purrs as he looks up, Will's blood dribbling down his chin. Will hisses in disgust, but his contempt is interrupted by a bruising kiss, animalistic in nature, all about asserting control. "Mine"