"Hannibal. H-Hannibal...Hannibal!"
Hannibal shakes Will. "Will! Wake up!"
Will's eyes pop open and see Hannibal's brown ones peering back into his own. "Oh, I-I must h-have been having a-a nightmare. I d-did, I remember now. I... dreamed I lost you."
Hannibal presses his lips to Will's forehead. "You couldn't if you tried. Quite literally."
Will smirks back. "You are just not going to let that go are you?"
"I'm not going to let you go," Hannibal replies. "Go back to sleep, Will. It's still quite early."
"M'kay," Will murmurs drowsily. Will scoots closer to Hannibal and lays his head on the older man's chest. "If you insist."
"I do," Hannibal coos.
Will lays his head on Hannibal's chest and Hannibal wraps his arms around the younger man. Feeling Will in his arms instantly relaxes him and he drifts back off to sleep.
When Will awakens again, he's discovered that in his sleep he must have turned over onto his side. He turns back the other way and expects to find Hannibal sleeping soundly beside him. When he doesn't find this, fear wraps its cold fingers around his heart.
"Hannibal!" Will throws back the covers and practically trips out of bed. He peers down the hallway leading to the other rooms of the small cabin and he tears down it, calling out, "Hannibal! Where are you?!"
"Will?" A voice calls from the last room on the right.
Will runs into the room and breathes a sigh of relief as he sees Hannibal standing at an old gas stove, frying bacon. "Oh, hello, Will. I thought it would do you well to get some food in your belly. I'm sorry that I worried you."
"That's okay," Will runs a hand down his face. "Um, that is regular bacon, right?"
"It's pig, Will. Not long pig, if that's what you meant," Hannibal raises an eyebrow.
"That is," Will admits.
"Go back to bed, Will," Hannibal commands. "I'll bring your breakfast in when I'm done cooking it."
"Breakfast in bed?" Will questions; it's his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Fancy."
"Only the best for you, Will," Hannibal smiles.
Will walks back down the hallway and into the main room. He looks out the window at the falling snow. Will breathes in and out, feeling extremely relaxed; peaceful even. He heads back over to the bed and climbs in.
In a matter of minutes, Hannibal enters the room carrying a tray of food. "Here we are."
"So what have you prepared for me today, Chef Lecter?" Will teases.
"Bacon and buttered toast, with a batch of especially difficult-to-make..." Hannibal waits for dramatic effect. He places the tray of food on Will's lap and finally finishes his sentence: "Scrambled eggs."
"What a spread," Will jokes.
"I would've made a different array of food if Chiyoh had gotten a different array of supplies," Hannibal mutters.
"We're lucky that she's helped us as much as she has, Hannibal," Will replies. "I don't know what would've happened if she hadn't helped us."
"We probably would've lost each other," Hannibal says softly, sadness in his eyes.
"I can't bare to think of that," Will shakes his head. "So, I shall eat this food instead of that. Thank-you."
"Of course," Hannibal nods, smiling at his Will.
"This is odd," Will says, taking a bite of bacon.
"What is?" Hannibal asks. "The bacon? I have no clue what brand Chiyoh got, but-"
"No," Will laughs. "This. Breakfast in bed from Hannibal Lecter. It's so... domestic."
"It is, isn't it?" Hannibal agrees. "Is it a good odd?"
"I always think odd is," Will shrugs. He sits there a minute. "Why can't we stay here?"
"What?"
"Stay here. It's so peaceful and it's nice just being alone with you; no one else," Will explains. "You're enough for me."
"You're the only person I need, too, Will, but we do need to get out of here soon," Hannibal replies. "We'll run out of supplies and we can't just run over to the nearest supermarket whenever we want. We need to get out of the country. I'm an escaped convict as well as a mental patient and you're my accomplice in another murder that we committed after you helped me escape. Jack is going to be looking any and everywhere to find us."
"Where are we going to go?" Will asks.
"Chiyoh left plane tickets over there. I'll check later."
"Alright," Will says. "It's just... it's nice here."
Hannibal nods. "It is. It really is."
Will looks at Hannibal and a feeling of genuine happiness washes over him. The fact that he gets to be with this man makes him so, so happy. He had never been happy before; content, maybe. Never happy. He'd been content when he was with his dogs-
"My dogs!" Will shouts and gasps, pulling a piece of toast down into his windpipe as he does so. He coughs, bangs a fist on his chest, and hacks up the piece, spitting it on the tray. "I am so sorry you had to see that."
Hannibal simply smiles. "I must really love you because that didn't even disgust me."
"Well, thanks," Will replies. "Anyway, what's going to happen to my dogs?!"
"I'm not exactly sure," Hannibal admits. "Alana would definitely take them, maybe Jack."
"Price or Zeller better not get them," Will says, continuing to consume the toast. "I will turn myself in if that happens."
"I would not blame you," Hannibal laughs, shaking his head. "Finished?"
Will nods and hands Hannibal his plate. "Thank-you very much, Hannibal."
"Of course." Hannibal heads down the hallway to wash the dishes and Will lies back in bed.
Will takes off his shirt and examines the wound on his chest. It still looks pretty bad. Damn that Dolarhyde, keeping him from having sex with Hannibal. As soon as he was healed, Will would be raring to go.
However, he hoped that Hannibal would initiate the activity. Will had never slept with a man before and with Hannibal, he wanted it to be amazing. He knew that every person was different when it came to sex and that everyone's bodies were different, but in this case, Hannibal's body was very different than the people he usually had sex with; women. He obviously knew where everything went, but it was just intimidating and he wanted it to be incredible when the two finally did have sex.
As if he sensed what Will had been thinking about somehow, as Hannibal comes back into the room, he asks, "May I check your bandage? Oh, you already have your shirt off. That's convenient."
Will blushes. "I was checking my wound. I think it looks fine."
"Still."
Hannibal examines the bandage over the wound and shakes his head. "It needs to be changed."
He walks over to the table with Chiyoh's supplies resting on it and digs through the bags. He mutters things to himself that Will can't understand and Will thinks it is absolutely adorable. "Here."
Hannibal crosses back over to Will and sits on the bed with him. He gently removes the old bandage from Will's chest and Will winces.
"Did that hurt?" Hannibal asks.
"A little," Will shrugs.
"I'm sorry," Hannibal says.
"It's fine. You've hurt me more than that in the past," Will jokes.
Hannibal looks at the jagged scar on Will's abdomen. His eyes fill with pain and remorse at the sight.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just joking, or, I was trying to-"
"But you're completely right," Hannibal admits, staring anywhere but at Will. "I am so sorry, Will."
"I've forgiven you for that, Hannibal; please forgive yourself," Will pleads.
"How can I?" Hannibal questions, still not looking at Will. "I carved up your beautiful body; that is something I cannot and never will forgive myself for."
Will grabs Hannibal's hand and squeezes it tightly. "Look at me, Hannibal. Everything that has happened between us has been leading to this. I wouldn't change anything, okay?"
Hannibal looks up into Will's eyes and a sad smile forms on his lips. "I'm very lucky."
"Why?"
"I get to be with you."
"I think we're both pretty lucky, I'd say."
"I think we'd be luckier if we hadn't been shot and stabbed by the Tooth Fairy," Hannibal mutters, and rips off a new piece of bandage for Will's wound. He redresses it with only a few murmurs of pain from Will. "There we are."
"How's yours?" Will asks.
"I was indeed lucky," Hannibal replies. "The bullet went right through me, so it was a pretty clean wound. It's healing nicely."
"Good, I'm glad," Will smiles.
Hannibal looks at Will, just looks for a good while.
"What?"
"You're so attractive."
Will blushes once more. "Oh, th-thank-you. You're not so bad yourself, Hannibal."
"'Not so bad'?" Hannibal questions. "That's what every man wants to hear."
"You know what I mean!" Will laughs.
Hannibal smiles. "I do."
The two simply look at each other, admiring the beauty of one other. That is, until Hannibal places his hand on the side of Will's face and brings it close to his own. Their lips are so close to each other, they can feel each other's breath.
"I love you, Will."
"I love you, too, Hannibal."
Will's heart is beating so loudly, it's all he can hear, and it stops when he feels Hannibal's lips connect with his.
The world stops. The first time this had happened was when he had killed Francis Dolarhyde, but that was different.
Now, it was so much better. Plus, the fact that he was sharing that feeling with another person was indescribable.
Finally feeling Hannibal's lips against his feels so right. It feels as if this was always supposed to happen and Will believes it. It feels as if everything in his life was leading to this and he is so glad that it has lead him here.
His senses are incredibly heightened; he's so aware of every aspect of the man he was kissing. The sound of Hannibal's breathing, the feel of it against his skin, the amazing smell of the man. Everything is so multiplied now.
The way Hannibal's lips caress his own makes his toes curl. They are so soft and warm against his lips and Hannibal's breath in his mouth is so sweet and satisfying. Hannibal wraps his arms around Will's waist, pulling him against his chest and Will runs his hands through Hannibal's hair. Hannibal sucks on Will's bottom lip and then he slips his tongue into Will's mouth, massaging Will's tongue with his. Will softly moans at the feeling of bliss that blossoms inside of him.
When they finally part, the two look deeply into each other's eyes deeply and say nothing. Nothing needs to be said.
"Wow," the two breathe out at the exact same time.
Will laughs. "Um, you are, uh, very good at that."
Hannibal smiles. "You're not so bad yourself, Will."