HI GUYS! Shanatic is back something for Salllzy! This is practically just a two chapter Hannigram murder and sex... Don't like it? Click the back button Buddy! No one's gonna miss you!
Salllzy, I sort of followed the prompt, don't hate me! Next and last Chapter soon!
I own nothing but a dream. Ready? Let's go!
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Will Graham stood alone in a club, purposely looking small and vulnerable.
Small, he may be. Vulnerable, he is not. He was Hunting and this was the perfect place to do it. There were no security cameras because the owners were corrupt and did more dodgy deals than fucking Al Capone, everyone was too drunk or high or both to remember his or his victims face.
And speaking of his victim
He spotted some sleazy looking man that looked like he had more hair than IQ points (and had been slapped by ten different women in five minutes, someone check the world record book!) checking him out, sighing and downing whiskey that should legally be labelled paint stripper, Will threw a wink his way and made his way over to the bar confident the fish who thought he was a shark would take the bait and follow.
"Hey blue eyes!" Will jumped as he felt a large hand slap his arse. That was rude. "Hey bartender! Two of whatever this lovely fella's been sipping all night..." The profiler tuned out as the fish said something to the bartender about the firmness of his ass and started thinking about whether he should display him Ripper-Style or just kill him, eat him and burn or bury him... Probably the former.
"HEY! Blue eyes?" Will felt hands roughly grab his shoulders, he looked up at the owner of aforementioned hands and studied him. Eyes a dull hazel and too far apart, nose a bit too big for his face, he must have been about 39-45 and had a haircut way too young for him. The world would be better off without him.
"Yes?" Will said giving him a charming smile.
"I was saying, do you and your nice ass want to come to mine tonight?" And the guy had the balls to wink at him!
"Oh no," said Will trying to sound disappointed, "I'm expected somewhere early tomorrow morning, I can't walk around limping tomorrow! But if you wouldn't mind driving to Wolf Trap Virginia tomorrow night..." He trailed off shyly, looking up at the fish with big blue eyes.
"Not a problem blue eyes. Here, type your address." Fish passed Will his phone. "Hey, what's your name?"
"I kind of like blue eyes... Yeah, let me keep it. What's yours?" Will passed Fish back his phone. Couldn't risk Fish telling people his name.
"The name's Marlin, blue eyes." Will suppressed a laugh as a grin threatened to split his face.
"Marlin? As in the fish?" Will smiled.
"Yeah... Why?" Confusion spread across the sleazy mans face.
"Nothing, it's just perfect. I usually walk my dog at about 9pm, so if I flag you down at the roadside can you drive me home tomorrow night?" Will fluttered his eyelashes and saw Marlin melt.
"No problem, blue eyes."
Hook. Line. And sinker.
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Dr. Lecter was having a bad day. His morning coffee had decided to take a suicide dive from the cup, down his shirt. His Bentley hadn't woke up with the rest of the world so Dr. Hannibal FUCKING Lecter had to take a Taxi. And curse his superior nose, he could smell every friday night, saturday morning and especially the driver who decided to skip a shower that morning.
His bad day got even worse when Franklyn thought he could Touch him. He got up in the middle of his crying session and hugged Hannibal. It took all of the will power he had to not end his pathetic patients life then and there.
"I'm sorry Dr. Lecter... I shouldn't have done that! Its just... You're the closest thing I have to a friend... And I needed that, thank you." Franklyn sniffled.
"I'm going to have to ask you to never do that again. I am you therapist, not your friend. I will listen to you and give you advice, but that is as far as our relationship goes. It is the same with any of my patients" The therapist spoke with careful tones, trying to hide how very pissed off with this sudden turn of events. "Now, tell me more of this dream of dancing llamas..."
Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief, when his last patient left. He wanted this day over. Unfortunately, whatever higher power that was out there, did not. He was just about to flag down a Taxi to get home when someone shoved him out of the way. That was rude.
"Excuse me, that was rude." Hannibal spoke, sizing up his prey. 'Medium build, no diseases, rude. Perfect'.
"I'm in a rush fella, I've got a date. Fuck you." The rude stranger shot back.
"I'm sure she's very lucky..." Hannibal sniped. "I hope you make it."
"Whatever man." Then the rude stranger was off.
Making a snap decision Hannibal was off too, following the rude man from a distance. He was led to an alley way with a car in it, which the stranger unlocked, but walked deeper into the alley when he recived a call. Hannibal smirked as he climbed into the trunk... 'No matter how long the journey is, tonight is going to be eventfull' he thought to himself as he wedged the door open.
An hour and a half later, the terrible music that sounded like a spoon stuck in a garbage dispencer was interupted by the rude man. "HEY! BLUE EYES, IS THAT YOU?!"
"Yeah, hey Marlin!" So, that's rude mans date 'Blue Eyes'.
"Hop in darling, I have a sheet in the trunk we can put on the back seat for your dog." Marlin suggested. Hannibal tensed.
"No, no need! Winston, home!" Hannibal heard a dog yap and faint running then decided that he wasn't going to kill 'Blue eyes'.
"Your dog is very well trained... Are you?" Hannibal nearley threw up... He could practically hear the wink in Marlins voice and felt very, very sorry for 'Blue eyes'.
"No, no I'm not." 'Blues eyes' mumbled then there was a dull thud. He heard the door open and a dragging sound as 'blue eyes' dropped Marlin in the back seat. 'Well, things just got interesting' Hannibal thought to himself. 'Blue eyes" got in the drivers seat and drove for another ten minutes. Then he left the car and dragged Hannibal's kill with him. Hannibal wasn't going to miss this.
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"Hey Marlin, Buddy wake up! You and I are gonna have some fun!" Will laughed as he smacked his guest back to consiousness.
"Hello, Blue eyes." A foriegn voice spoke behind him, Will was a bit confused as to how he didn't hear the intruder. They were in the basement and literally ALL the stairs creaked.
"Hello." Will turned to face the mystery man casually replied as if he didn't have a man tied to an operating table behind him.
"That," Hannibal said, gesturing to the bound man, "Was mine."
"Oh, yeah? When did you meet him?" Will sassed back.
"About," Hannibal checked his watch "2 hours ago."
"Well I met him last night, I saw him first he's mine." Will said smirking, the dried blood on Wills face from Marlins head wound cracked with the motion.
"Well, then. Fairs fair. I can't argue with playground tactics. Can I watch?" Hannibal threw Blue eyes a charming smile.
"Be my guest... Mr. Ripper." Will smiled back and gestured to the only free chair.
And then Will got to work.
He carefully sliced him open, like he would do a fish, from belly button to neck and then took his guests order.
"Which bits do you need? I'm having a kidney and his lungs." He turned to face the Ripper and found him with his flies undone and erect member in hand... And fuuuuuuck if that wasn't the hotest thing Will had ever seen, then he doesn't know what is.
"I'll have the other kidney and the heart then please." Hannibal's voice betrayed nothing, it was almost as if he wasn't slowly masturbating to the sight of a man wrist deep in another mans innards. He came when Blue eyes passed him Marlins heart and if Blue eye noticed he didn't mention it.
After removing Marlins teeth, cutting off his toes and fingertips he was ready to be displayed.
"Would you like to help me display this bastard Mr. Ripper?" Will asked looking down at his handiwork.
"You would be willing to let me take credit for this Masterpeice?" Hannibal asked bagging the organs they wanted to keep.
Will blushed and looked at the floor. "Sort of, this is a Ripper-Style kill, but what if we displayed it in a way that's impossible for one man to do alone?"
"Spoken like a man with an idea..." Hannibal hummed, "Do you have an idea, blue eyes?"
Will smirked.
So did Hannibal.