A/N: So I 'm not sure if my story totally sucks, but I can't just not write about these two 3! Jesus, I've never wanted a weekend to end so soon, but with Thursdays being my new favorite day, I can't help it. I wonder what treats await us this next? ^_^

William. The name was almost as enticing as the face that belonged to it. A perfectly flawed man was what he was. Insecure, vulnerable, unpredictable, he drifted in and out of his famous lucid sanity. How was Hannibal to resist?
William. Lecter imagined the body that he dreamed of making his. Leaving his mark on the man would mean everything to him. Why? Because he didn't have him. Because he intrigued him, he unknowingly took his well hidden emotions and played with them. William. Where was he now? What was he doing? Was his mind replaying an image of Hannibal, or was his mind playing pretend killer? "William, are your ears ringing right about now?" Hannibal whispered as he leaned back into the large chair, he hoped they were, so he'd know that someone had him on thier mind. So he'd know that he couldn't rest easy just yet. He wasn't entirely sure what drew him to Will, though he had many ideas. Will was irreplacable, there would never be another man like him in Hannibals lifetime, which made Will all the more valuable. He was defined, whether he liked it or not, by his fears, his emotions. And to Hannibal, there was only one thing wrong with that. Will was still out of reach, it was a tease to have him so close. And people like Jack only drew him farther from him. He could already sense Will begining to drift. It was like they were playing tug of war with Will as the rope. But Hannibal didn't like people using Will like that, oh no, it was a punishable crime to say the least. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He could still smell the lingering scent of Will. It wasn't strong, but it was almost enough to send chills down his spine. He took another deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent once again. How he would like to stand close to Will, breathe in all of him and then take him slowly,making sure to give him every ouunce of delight that he gave the Doctor. First, he'd make him tilt on the edge,beg him for pleasure, for release. He imagined the way Will would give in, the way he'd reak of excitement, of the state of ectasy the Doctor would put him in. He'd be too far absorbed in it to notice how Lecter tasted him, relishing each drop of the mans blood that reached his tongue.
He stopped himself there, not wanting to get too far ahead. He couldn't reveal himself just yet, couldn't plan ahead when he didn't know when they'd begin. Aggrivating yes, but it only made the doctor more eager for the day when his friend would see what the doctor saw, felt what he felt. "It shouldn't be this hard to capture prey" The Doctor said, letting his head rest against the chair. His rest was short, the phone beside him rang out, fracturing his silence.
"Hello"
"Lecter" The raspy voice said his name and a smile spread across his face.
"Will, I was wondering when I'd hear from you" "It's only been a day" His voice sounded shaky,more than usual.
"Alot can happen in a day, do take care to remember that. How are you feeling?" "I feel..." Will stopped with those words, leaving a silence over the phone.
"WIll?" Lecter asked, curious as to where Will's mind had gone this time.
"I...F-feel like I just.."
"Just what? What's happened Will?" The silence wasn't totally silent. Will's uneven breathing, short and raspy, filled in the quiet. Something must have happened, that wasn't hard to pick up. But over the phone, the Doctor was useless.
"Where are you Will?" Lecter stood, digging for keys to his car.
"I'm..I, I'm in trouble" "Where is this trouble Will?"
"On my hands, stained on my shirt, my pants,my skin" "Will, I'm going to find you.I ne-"
"I'm notsure it'll wash off"
"That doesn't matter right now. Tell me where you are before someone else finds you."
"Walking home." "Stop where you are, I'm coming for you"

The figure of a man appeared as Hannibal turned around the bend in the road. The messy hair was visbale from the distance, he finally caught up with the man. He slowed as he approached him, pulling up right beside the him. "Will" Hannibal called from his window. Slowly the man turned to face him, andHannibal looked him over from head to toe. There was no blood where Hannibal expected there to be, no signs of anything but the sweat from his head.
"Doctor Le-"
"Get in Will" The Doctor demanded, and Will obeyed, opening the door and buckling his seat belt with shaky hands. "What did you mean when you said you were in trouble? Did you see something?"
"My hands were painted with blood. I was..drenched in it,I-I couldn't wash it only thing to do to make it go away w-was to cover it in m-more b-blood."
"Where were you before you saw this? With Jack?" Will shook his head and rested his face in the palm of his hands.
"I-I c-can't remember."Will's voice cracked and he stopped before he said anything more. "It's okay Will, no harm came to you right?"
"No,"
"Then you are no worse than usual." The Doctor said, looking at Will once more. "What else did you see in your 'vision" Will looked away, not wanting to acknowledge the Doctors stare.
"S-something frightening" The Doctor took this as an answer that would suffice for now, leaving Will to cradle himself in the very corner of his seat. "Should I leave to you yourself or would you like me to acompany you when we reach your house" The Doctor asked in a low voice,wanting to soothe Will. Though his efforts probably went unheard for the man gave him no answer. He gladly accepted this as a yes. Tonight, Will would see what the man had to offer him. And what a coincedence, he brought along his favorite little blade.