A little story of Will and Hannibal, set somewhere during season 2.
"Dr Hannibal Lecter is a phsychologist, and also a cannibal. Will Graham is one of his patient and an FBI agent too. They've been through lots of things together but they also learned to know better each other. On his side Dr Lecter starts to realise Will is his everything, and Will of his own side, wants to know more and more about his phsychologist. So when this one ask him on a date, he doesn't hesitate one second and accept."
Oh yes, one more thing about Will Graham, he knows that his psychologist is a Cannibal (and he accepts his date ? Is he crazy ? Or just in love with him ?)
Chapitre n°1 :
He woke up in the morning, smiling lightly. Today we were the 13th of February. But more important, we were friday. The day of his consultation with his Dr Lecter. He stood up from his bed, slowly, and looked at himself in the mirror in front of his bed. What he saw pleased him : a young man, tall, thin, and who was smiling. Perfect. He was nearly perfect he thought. Then he decided to take a shower, just after taking a look at his watch : 10:23. He had his appointment with the Dr Lecter at 11, so he had enough time to take his shower, and to go at his usual shop in front of his house to have his breakfast before meeting the Dr Lecter. Under the water, in his shower, he smiled once again : this day started perfectly, and he had a good feeling for the rest of the journey. Once he had finished showering himself, he turn off the water, and went in is bedroom, seeking some clothes to put. He choose a white shirt, he only closed the buttons covering his chest, letting the top of his troat uncovered, and black trousers, before admiring himself in the mirror for the second time in the morning. He took a look at his clock : 10:35. Perfect. As he was making his way up to the door, he frozed, and ran in the bathroom. He had forgotten to put his after shave : since the day the Dr Lecter grabbed him by his shoulder, holding him still, and smelled him, his nose in his neck, he had put it every day since then. He closed his eyes at the memorie : the Dr Lecter behind him, suddenly, but gently grabbing his right shoulder, and turning him to face him. The surprised face he made himself, but then the Dr sweet smile for him, his lips letting escape a few comforting words, before he put his nose in his neck, smelling him. This day, he let him unbutton the first buttons of his shirt to have a better access to his prize, and he let him bitting slowly the shape of his neck too. And he hadn't been able to resist the wave of pleasure that gave him this bite. Once he had finished he took his coat, laced his shoes, and left. When he was outside, he stopped for one second, dazzled by the sunlight. Yeah, this day was going to be just perfect he thought. He took his breakfast sitting at his usual table, in his ususal shop, looking throught the window, thinking. Thinking about himself, thinking about Hannibal Lecter, thinking about the FBI ... thinking about everthing in his life, all the things he messed up with, and all the good things that happened in his life, the relations he shared with all the people he knew. And he arrived to a conclusion : since he started his therapy with the Dr Lecter, everything he had beside him doesn't matter anymore for him. All day long, since the moment he woke, until the moment he went up to sleep, he had Hanniba Lecter in his head. All the time. And about the relation he shared with anyone he knew about, it was the same. He didn't really cared for someone before meeting him, to pleased someone, to look handsome and everything, in fact all his relationship (for the few he had) hadn't lasted long because of that actually. But the Dr Lecter, he was just ... someone special for him. And he was someone good to him too. He took an other sip of his hot coffee, and took a bite in the donut he ordened for breakfast. He chew slowly, savoring the taste of the cake, before swallowing, taking his time. He loked around him : he loved this shop since the day he discovered it. The personel was quick, and nice, they had always time to talk with you for this or that, the place was beautiful, and the food tasty. Perfect for taking his breakfast the morning as he was doing, or to bring a date on the evening. He finished his breakfast in one or two bites, and took a look at the hour : 10:55. Well, it was time to leave. He stood up, and went to the bar to leave the money : as usual, he left a tip for having being served as good as always. Then with a smile for the young lady behind the bar, he left with a "good bye, and have a nice day !". The office of the Dr Lecter was not far from the shop, so he just had to walk during almost 2 minutes, before he arrived in front of the huge batiment where was his office. As his usual, he rang, and he opened the door, walking down the corridor, until he was in front of the door where we could read "Dr Lecter". He took a deep breath, and he knocked two times on it ...