Will Graham was lying on his stomach on his saturated single bed. It was wet from the cold sweat he had produced over the course of the night. Another night of dreams that had kept him awake. The room was silent, and everything was still. Occasionally one of his dogs would scratch its neck, and you would hear the clinking of the collar. His navy blue curtains were tightly shut, however they were so thin that light was still getting through. He was awoken to the feeling of warm breath on his neck, and a hand was gently resting on his right buttock. His whole body stiffened and his eyes shot open in alarm.
"Good morning my sweet Willy biscuit. You sleep like a baby Jesus." It could only be one person from the queer, distinct accent with the slight lisp. He could feel Hannibal softly pecking him on the nape of his neck, and he wasn't sure if it was for therapeutic reason or Hannibal's personal pleasure.
"Hanni, stop I don't like it." Hannibal burst into sobs of anguish, pressing his face deep into the crevice of Will's shoulder.
"I find it demeaning, to you and myself, to attempt to understand the connection you and Alana Bloom share," Hannibal wept as loud as a child who didn't get their way, and blubbered like a fish. "but please explain to me why your relationship with me, isn't as important. Tell me what I need to do for your love, Willy!" Hannibal tried to suppress his tears, yet despite his efforts, he released a seemingly endless wail.
Will Graham carefully wriggled his way to the edge of the bed, he couldn't stand Hannibal's tears much longer. He had to make a quick escape. With one swift movement he fell hard on the floor, and jumped to his feet. Hannibal was wearing one of his many tailor-made suits. The colours were bland, and he was wearing black business shoes. He removed his hands from his face; and gave Will a long, tender look. His cheeks were red, the area around his eyes were swollen, and it was the first time Will had seen Hannibal vulnerable. Will on the other hand was feeling exposed in his cowboy boxers and shirt. He was hoping Hannibal would go so he could have breakfast.
"Please leave, you are making me uncomfortable." Will's voice was faint and shaky. He purposely emphasized the word 'me' whilst he pressed his hands on his chest. Hannibal's bottom lip trembled, and his eyes glistened as they filled with tears.
"Willy cake, please." Hannibal stood on his knees and shuffled to the edge of the bed toward Will. They were a few inches from each other, and Will refused to step back in pride.
"Leave." Will grumbled in a bitter tone. Hannibal stepped off the bed without taking his eyes off Will.
They stood in silence for a long period of time, waiting for the other to say something. Moments like these made Will feel powerless because of his struggle to keep eye contact. Hannibal loomed over him breathing heavily. His chest heaved, though it was barely noticeable, and ever so often he would clench his jaw.
"You're a little shit-butt-fuck, (fucking butt) shitty heart breaker," Hannibal seductively licked the side of Will's face, and then pounced over the bed and to the door.
"All I wanted was your heart." He hurriedly left, closing the door without a sound. Will Graham wiped the saliva off his face with his shirt. That was the third time this week.
