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A little side note: Cooking and I don't match. The article "Five Cannibal Recipes In Honor of Hannibal Premiere Tonight On NBC" of Miami New Times helped a lot.

Warnings: cannibalism, violence, slash; nothing graphic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my love for the show. All rights go to Thomas Harris, NBC, Bryan Fuller, and any other lucky bastard.

Note: The story is unbeta'd , English is not my native language, I tend to type really fast; so there might be some mistakes.

Jack Crawford looked at the plate set before him. Doctor Hannibal Lecter had decorated it magnificently, yet Jack could not help but feel a little reluctant.

"What am I about to put in my mouth, doctor?" he asked.

Hannibal took his seat at the head of the table, having Will on his right side and Jack on his left. He placed a napkin on his lap and looked at Jack. "Florentine Sweetbreads," he replied. "It's best to be eaten when it's hot, and it must be accompanied by the same wine used in the recipe: a fresh delicate white, slightly sweetish, with aromas of white flowers in bloom. Vivacious, spirited, almost bubbly."

Hannibal took his glass of wine and shook it a little, admiring the colour. Then, he smelled it and took a sip.

"And this is...brain," Jack observed.

"Yes, from sheep," Hannibal said. "You will like it, Jack. The fruit give a sweet taste, but the plate actually has a sweet/sour equilibrium."

"I always try something new when I come here for dinner, doctor." Jack smiled, and Hannibal returned the courtesy.

However, he was not interested in Jack. He was, of course, interested in Will. The younger man knew that apart from the oriental dried fruit and the acacia honey, Hannibal had used human brain. The psychiatrist remembered Will killing the victims by slitting their throats and letting the lovely, sticky blood flow out of them until they were dead.

Will had tasted human meat before, many times without knowing it. Now he knew that Hannibal cooked people and he had accepted it, but there were times when the doctor feared that the younger man might refuse to eat his meals and perhaps even leave. Hannibal didn't want that to happen. Not only would he lose the first (and most likely last) person who had ever made him feel the way that Will did, but he would also have to kill him. He couldn't just allow someone who knew his secrets to wander around. Hannibal would hate to kill Will, but if things ever got that way he would have to.

Will didn't say anything. He looked at the doctor for a few heartbeats, then he picked up his knife and his fork and began to cut a piece of the brain. Hannibal took another sip of his wine and watched Will. He really enjoyed watching Will eat something that he had cooked.

Will opened his mouth and placed the bit of brain in it. Hannibal remembered all those times that the younger man had taken him in his mouth, pleasuring him with his talented lips and tongue. Thankfully, Hannibal had always been able to hide his emotions and be perfectly collected, so he showed no sign of what sort of memories he was replaying in his mind.

When Will swallowed his bite, he licked his lips. It would all seem normal to Jack, but Hannibal knew that the younger man was putting on a show in order to provoke him, to set him on edge. Hannibal would like to put his hand under the table and "take care" of Will, but he wasn't close enough for that.

"It is delicious," Jack said and Hannibal turned to him. "Very good, as always."

A whisper of a smile appeared on Hannibal's handsome face. If only Jack knew just what he was really eating...

"Yes," Will agreed, avoiding eye contact and speaking as if it was hard for him to do so. "It is really good."

Hannibal's smile widened as he looked at the younger man. It was still hard for Will to be social, but talking to Hannibal had been rather easy even when the latter was only his psychiatrist and friend. However, even now there was still in him some sort of innocence one might say, and Hannibal very much enjoyed tainting that innocence.

"Thank you both," he said. "And thank you for coming. It's always nice to have good friends for dinner."

Jack smiled again and took another bite of his food. Will, however, paid more attentions to the host's words and looked at him. Hannibal knew that Will was wondering whether he would eat him and Jack at some point. Of course he would not eat Jack; the disappearance of such an important man might lead to his exposure. And Will...Will was too important to him. He could kill him if he had to, but he really didn't want to.

Dessert was a simple affair. Hannibal chose a classic: crème brûleé. This had no human parts in it. But Hannibal hoped that one day he would find a way to use human parts in a dessert. He had succeeded in turning a human into beer after all.

"Ah, this is Bella's favourite dessert," Jack said a little sadly.

"How is she?" Will asked.

Jack sighed. "She's not going to get better," he said even more sadly, "but she's not alone. I do what I can to make her feel better. Tonight she wanted to take a long walk, to see places she used to go to...By the way, doctor, I'm afraid I'll have to leave right after dessert. I don't want Bella to stay at home alone for long."

Hannibal made himself look sad. Being a psychopath he did not feel the way that someone else would feel in his place, but at least he knew that Bella was a nice person and Jack was devastated by her illness.

"Of course," he said. "Give her my greetings and tell her that she is invited here for dinner whenever she feels like it."

Will studied the doctor. He was not quite sure whether he was truly sorry or if he had merely put on a mask. He wasn't quite sure that he cared. He often pretended himself now. He had to hide his true face because he was not just an empathy anymore - he was also a killer who knew a terrible secret. Sometimes he wondered whether Hannibal would kill him for knowing what he did. When Hannibal said, "It's always nice to have good friends for dinner", the same question came back to haunt his mind. He did not want to think of Hannibal that way, but he knew that the doctor was a psychopath.

While Will was lost in his own thoughts, Hannibal and Jack had turned the conversation to more pleasant subjects. Will was not really paying attention to them. He was looking at Hannibal. He had his hair slicked back. will wasn't sure what to make of that. Was the doctor being more collected, or did he have his face open to whomever truly looked at him?

Jack said something that made Hannibal laugh. All of a sudden, Will wanted to draw the doctor's attention on him. He slowly licked the custard from the spoon, not looking provocative but hoping that Hannibal would notice him.

And Hannibal did. He tasted some of the dessert wishing that it was Will. His eyes bore into the younger man. He could smell the underlying scent of arousal, and that aroused him all the more. All good things to those who wait, he told himself.

When Jack left, Hannibal took his time to pick up the dishes and take them to the kitchen in order to wash them. He wanted Will right then and there, but he had to control himself. He couldn't spoil the image of the always perfectly collected man. Besides, he knew that he wouldn't have to wait long.

And sure enough, Will followed him into the kitchen after a short while. Hannibal turned around to face him, and the younger man kissed him with need. He had the finesse of a horny teenager, sloppy and desperate.

When Hannibal broke the kiss, Will almost whimpered. Hannibal grinned wolfishly. Poor Will had no control over his desire. The doctor palmed his manhood roughly over the fabric of Will's jeans, making him groan. It was a rich, primitive sound. It excited Hannibal.

"Please..." Will breathed.

"Please what?"

"Please take me."

Hannibal had every intention of doing so, but even though he was already very aroused, he wanted to delay the act. He wanted to play with Will, to feel him, to make him beg again and again. He would take his time in leading him to the master bedroom and divesting his clothing and mental fortresses as if they were mere spider webs in his path. Will was his and his alone, body and soul.

He kissed the younger man full on the lips, their passion so powerful that it could burn them both. Will pressed himself against Hannibal until it was hard to tell where the one ended and the other began. But Hannibal didn't mind. He had already ridden Will of any doubt as to who was in control. He was the hammer that shaped Will and the water that hardened him.

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