Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal or any of the delicious people –cough- Will

Hey y'all! Murk here! Just wanted to say thanks to all the wonderful readers who favorited my story (or me, that's right I know who are –smiles wildly-) and who reviewed (thanks Nariko and jayswing96!) I'm also a first time posting author so while input is most welcome and appreciated, please be gentle (but if you think I will be easily swayed from continuing my story your dead wrong).Forgot to mention it last time, but this story takes place right after Trou Normand. Anyhow just wanted to say how glad I am people are enjoying the story, let's continue shall we. Oh and if you don't like slash, DON'T READ IT! Clear? Okay then.

Eyes watched Hannibal with no little amount of fear before Will whipped around and ran out of the office for all he was worth. He heard Hannibal call his name but Will ran faster. He had to get to his car. Dashing out of the building Will yanked his keys from his pocket with panic fueling his movements. Sliding into the car door Will turned it on and pulled away from the curb now calming down slightly. Setting his course for home, Will breathed in and out slowly, trying to focus himself. So Hannibal was the killer. Now that Will knew this, what should he do? Hannibal was his calm, his rock. Without Hannibal Will knew what would happen. His already blurred line between reality and fiction would vanish. Will did not just enjoy Hannibal's company; he needed Hannibal. No one had ever looked at him like Hannibal, eyes not filled with pity or disgust. Just a calm acceptance for who Will was. When was young and lived with his father, they were always moving. They never settled for long, so Will was very familiar with being the new stranger. The students Will experienced at the schools never liked him. Perhaps realizing instinctively that he was a freak. They didn't like his intense stares and Will had overheard many conservations about him of course none of them where good. Will still remembered his first day as a freshman, nervous and uncomfortable because he did not enjoy social situations. It was one of the very rear times when they stuck around more than two years. Some of the seniors already knew about him from their siblings or friends. On his very first day they cornered him and shown Will exactly what they thought about freaks. He didn't tell his dad. Shortly after that Will's dad turned to the bottle, drowning his disappointment in life. And then there was the cars accident. Drunk driving, that's what the police told him. So he was bumped from foster to foster family, no one keeping him for long. They didn't like his quite consideration or not so quite intense ramblings. When Will graduated high school top of his class (he had little else to do besides study, it also helped he had a great memory) he had a free ride to college. People say college is better than high school, and it is. Except for the people, there the same. So Will trudged through life never getting close to anyone, and never staying at one job for long. Will caught the attention of a FBI higher upper Jack, and was given work higher than his own self. Then the best thing in his life happened. Will meet Hannibal, never had Will meet anyone as fascinating as the psychiatrist. Immediately Will felt a connection to him, a certain closeness he never felt. When Will was with Hannibal, he felt calm and safe. Those emotions were also new to him and he found himself telling Hannibal things Will never imagined telling anybody. The feelings Hannibal enticed out of Will where a tantalizing new experience. Then everything had to come crumbling down and reality slapped him in the face. Oh why did he have to realize? A cannibal. Hannibal was the killer. It repulsed Will but he could also realize why he did it. And deep in the blackest part of Will's soul, he admired Hannibal for it. So what should he do with this new information? Tell Jack? Then Hannibal would be hauled off and tossed it highest security prison they could find, never to come out again. Will would be alone again. That was Will's true fear; being alone. What if he didn't tell anybody? Will rejected the idea but it crept back, he could keep going on with his job and still have Hannibal. Will was loyal, and to betray his only friend did not sit well with him. Hannibal was a murder; could he really let him go? "But its Hannibal." Whispered a quiet voice in inside him. Okay then, Will decided with guilt eating at him, he would not tell anyone or act any differently when with Hannibal. Will felt the familiar disgust with himself. He did not have the strength to be alone again.

Will tossed his keys unto the near bye end table surface as his dogs greeted him.

"Hey guys." Will quietly said. Scratching Winston behind his ear Will glanced at the clock and sighed. It was 2:14 am. Will had taken the long way home to get his thoughts together. He would rather have Hannibal kill him than be alone without him. Letting out another sigh Will mechanically feed his dogs before settling onto the couch. He was so exhausted from going two days without sleep Will passed out as soon as he touched the couch.

Will was walking through a forest wrapped in the embrace of night. Mist sank in between the trees painting an eerie picture. A crackle of crunching leaves and sticks was brought to Will's attention. But he did not turn to the source. He knew it was the feathered stag. Hot breath tickled his neck and a smoky scent surrounded Will.

"Will, you know my secret." Hands wound around his chest and pulled him back until he hit a man's chest. Will continued to stare forward, unable to do anything else.

"What will I do with you?" Purred the dark voice, now right next to his ear.

"Should I kill you," One of the hands went down his stomach, trailing fire in its wake. Will leaned his head back into the person, his eyes closing and a soft moan passed from his lips.

"Or should I consume you." The word consume was lined verbally and then a mouth closed on Will's neck sucking and licking. Will let out a louder groan, a turned his head back further, giving the man as much access to his neck as possible.

Will woke up with a gasp, heart pumping and sweat on his forehead. Well this complicates things.

Scuse ma spelling mistakes.=) Yes the light smut was a dream, and yes MORE is to come. Okay my ducklings, till next update. Reviews are good for the soul (gives ya ep points)