Hannibal found this all rather amusing. That this man had found it worth risking his life and his men's lives to bring him to this place, was spectacular. What he didn't find amusing however, was the fact that a certain brunette had been drugged and brought along. It also displeased him that the Verger man had Will laid across the sofa, the brunettes head placed in his lap, on which his hand pet Will like an animal.
"Relax, relax, your partner here is fine." Mason droned in that annoying voice, it was a miracle that Hannibal had kept his ability to be patient all these years of being locked up. His eyes flicked from Mason's face to Will again. "Would it not be better to put some clothes on him?" Hannibal asked, eyeing Will and the fact that all he wore was a dressing gown which was mostly open. Mason laughed a little and purposely pulled the dressing gown off some more. "You and I both know we prefer him this way."
Hannibal grit his teeth slightly but composed himself, looking back to Mason. "Do I have the pleasure of now knowing why I have been brought here? Will too." Hannibal asked, he had been asking since before Will arrived, but Verger had refused to say a thing. "Because it's fun." Mason answered, grinning like an idiot. "And because I have a gift for William here." Mason cooed at the sleeping man, running his hands through his soft brown curls. "Well, a soon to be gift." He looked at Hannibal expectantly, that still stupid smile on his face. "Ya know this guy here was accusing me of being a child murderer earlier!" Verger gripped Will's hair a little and pulled his head back. "A previous worker of mine has gone rogue, I've allowed him to have his rebellious stage, but when it brings the FBI knocking at my door… Well, then there's problems." He tightened his grip on Will's hair, quite obviously agitated.
"What would you say to hunting down this ex worker of mine? We both know how you dislike child killers… Your sister wasn't it?" Hannibal had to stop himself from killing the man then and there. His teeth ground together, and his blood boiled. "Such a terrible thing. No wonder you turned into the beast that killed your sister." Mason Verger laughed, clearly enjoying that he had Hannibal Lecter so worked up. "Besides, if you don't do this job for me, Will here is going to become food for my little piggies."
When will awoke, his head was pounding to the point of tears. He pulled himself up onto his knees, head buried into the pillows as he groaned out loudly. It didn't compute with him that he wasn't in his hotel room until at least fifteen minutes later when he sat up properly. "Ah shit…" He said, remembering what had happened. The room he was in was decorated grandly, even the bed he was on was a four poster bed. The decor was something he would associate with Hannibal, but he knew that's not who had brought him here, the manner in which he'd been attacked was far too crude to have been Hannibal. He crawled to the edge of the bed, using one of the posts to steady himself as he stood. The bath robe he wore was so loose that it barely covered a thing, but he didn't particularly care at this moment in time. Holding his head, Will walked over to the window to check if his theory on where he was, was correct. He wasn't even going to bother checking the door, he knew it would be locked.
Pulling back the curtains, he saw that it was night, but the slight hint of light on the horizon confirmed that it was most probably 3 or 4 in the morning. He also had a great view of the Vergers stables from this room. "Goddamn Mason Verger…" Will mumbled, letting the curtains fall back into place. He was going to go back to the bed when a door behind him opened, making him jump. He turned quickly, almost losing his balance and quickly saving himself by holding onto the wall. "Careful, Will. You should not be standing, you may make yourself sick." The breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the wall. This is the last thing he needed, the last person he wanted to see right now. He could hear someone approaching him, his internal alarm system rang in warning for danger, telling him to run. His breathing became slightly heavy, his brain willing his body to move, run, escape.
Plucking up the courage, he made to run but fell almost immediately. Much to his annoyance, he was saved before he hit the floor. "Do not touch me, get the fuck off." He spat spitefully, yanking his arms away and falling to his hands and knees. Will started to crawl away, not that he knew where he was crawling to. A sigh came from behind "still such a stubborn boy."
"Fuck you, Hannibal. Fuck you." Will said again, even though he knew this might annoy the older man, he hated rudeness. He made a strange sound of shock however, when he was suddenly picked up off of the floor in an effortless way. He was then thrown onto the bed, where he scrambled to the headboard, away from the other. "It has been a while, Will." Hannibal sat at the bottom of the bed, his legs crossed, back straight and looking his usual stately self; it was as if these past four years hadn't passed, and it was just them in Hannibal's home again. "I see you have not changed." Hannibal smiled his small smile, the one that curved the corners of his mouth. Will looked at his lips, breathing heavily through his nose. He didn't know what to say, the alarms still rang throughout his body in warning, fear and excitement. "You're working with Mason Verger now?" He said, looking past Hannibal. He didn't want to meet the mans eyes, he didn't want to risk being sucked in, manipulated. "No, I am very much in the same boat as you. We are both very much his prisoner."
Will snorted at that comment. "You? His prisoner?" He didn't believe that at all, the Hannibal he knew could easily escape. Hannibal hummed, the small smile still on his face. Risking it, Will glanced up, his eyes locking with the other mans. His breath hitched. "I have missed you Will, I was so very upset when you did not reply to my letters." Hannibal moved closer to Will, who was now very much like a deer caught in headlights. "Please don't…" Will said meekly, pulling himself into a tight ball, his eyes still locked With Hannibal's. "Hush. Now, Will, would you allow me to check your eyes… You were injected with a high dose." Hannibal loomed over the other male. "Yes…." Will breathed out, almost whispering it.
"Good boy." Hannibal tilted Will's face up, holding his jaw so that his head stayed in that position while he used his other hand to examine Will's eyes, lifting the top lid slightly so that he could see his pupils. Hannibal's fingers seared into Will's flesh, he felt like they would melt into his skin at any moment. "You should be fine with some rest, and water." Hannibal released Will, and instead poured a large glass of water from a jug on the bedside cabinet before handing it to Will to drink. "You must hydrate yourself… You have been out for around five hours, if I was told correctly." Will took the glass, drinking from it as he pulled his eyes away from Hannibal to look elsewhere in the room. He flinched slightly as Hannibal ran his fingers through his hair, his fingers tugging a little at his curls. "I have something I must do, so I would like you to stay here and be good… Do not anger Mason Verger." Hannibal said, still running his fingers through Will's hair.
"So you really are working for Mason Verger…" Will said, glancing at Hannibal again. "Did the hospital really drive you that insane?" Hannibal chuckled at this, Will's humour and cheekiness had not changed either. It pleased him that the brunette was reacting this way. "Are you going to kill me when you come back…" Will whispered, looking down.
"There are some that will die, you are not one. Surely we have forgiven each other, no?" Hannibal gripped Will's jaw again to make him look up. "I expect you to be alive when I come back, I will not be long. This particular prey is an easy catch." Hannibal lent forward and ghosted his lips across Will's before standing and straightening out the shirt he was wearing.
Will said nothing in return, just watched as Hannibal left the room, the lock clicking as it was locked behind him.
Well shit, looked like he was stuck here.
He had taken Hannibal's advice, drunk two glasses of water and gone back to sleep. But he was definitely regretting going back to sleep now, or rather he was regretting waking up. Will frowned at the person next to him and made a face of disgust. "creepy fuck" he said and sat up, groaning mostly from the body ache he was experiencing. "Now now, William. No need to be rude!" Mason Verger had been laying next to Will, his head held in his hand, watching him while he slept. "Ya know, you look so serene when you sleep." Mason commented, still laying on his side. Will was tempted to push the man off of the bed.
"Were you happy to see Lecter again, eh?" Mason said, getting off the bed to flounce around the room in an hyperactive way. Will didn't answer him, just ran a hand over his face tiredly, he really couldn't be bothered with this. After a while, he spoke. "Is this your way of torture? Stuck in a room with you?"
Verger just stopped by the window, turning his head to smile at Will in his usual stupid way. Will stared back, an eyebrow raised. Though before he knew it, his hair had been grabbed from the back and he was being pulled down onto the bed where strong arms pinned him. "What the hell?!" He shouted, fighting against the man holding him down. Mason walked back over, this time with something in his hand. "I'm sorry, but I must give you this. I just wanna see you relax." Mason drawled. Raising the syringe in hand, he stabbed it into Will's arm without mercy and injected the liquid inside. "Now that should take a few minutes to get into your bloodstream. And then bam!"
Will started to breathe heavily, a slight panic settling in the base of his stomach. What the hell was this mad man giving him? He thrashed against the man holding him again, managing to punch him in the face. Taking his surprise as an advantage to get away, Will rolled off of the bed and ran toward the door. He was pounced upon again though, before he could get there.
Mason stood to the side, watching the whole scene take place, a smile of amusement on his face and an ecstatic laugh coming from his mouth. Will growled out, putting up as much fight as he could. He could hear a voice in the back of his head, telling him what to do. In a split second Will had his arms around the mans neck and his teeth embedded into his cheek. Pulling away he pulled a chunk from the mans face with him and spat it out on to the floor.
Will stood when the other had rolled away from him, howling in pain. He placed a hand on his hip and ran his other hand through his hair, uncaring that his robe lay completely open. Blood was dripping from his mouth and chin to run down his chest. If his time after Hannibal had taught him anything, it was that some scum are worth hurting or killing.
He turned to look at Mason, but just as he turned he came over quite dizzy. He reached out to grab something but stumbled back instead, almost falling to the floor. "No, no, no, William. That won't do." He heard the voice of Mason Verger come from somewhere, it seemed to echo around him as the world blurred in a mix of colours and lights. "Poor Cordell." Will felt himself fall to the ground, he felt sick. Closing his eyes, colour seemed to dance behind his eyelids. His hair was grabbed by the roots, and painfully pulled but he felt too weak to fight back now as he tried to pull the hand away.
"I think you should make it up to Cordell." Mason speaks, his voice seeming closer, yet still so far away as it echoed and bounced off the walls of Will's mind. He couldn't help but whimper as he felt a hand between his legs. He wanted Hannibal, needed him like a child needs their mother.