Half an hour later, they had somehow made it to Will's door. Hannibal had slightly sobered up and was staying on his own feet, while Will was unlocking his door.

"I'm sorry- I…I should go to a hotel. I don't want to enter uninvited like that, you don't even know me. I'm being rude… I'm calling a cab" Hannibal muttered, suddenly uncomfortable about crashing into this boy's little house.

"Don't be ridiculous. You made it all the way here. You can sleep on the couch, I don't mind, honestly". The boy looked at him and smiled sincerely.

As soon as Will opened the door, the three mutts surrounded the couple. Hannibal jerked back, surprised by the silent animals that were sniffing at him.

"Sit down, guys!" at Will's sharp order, the dogs backed off and retreated near the small unlighted fireplace. "Sorry, they are very curious. I'll lock them in my room, so you'll be at peace here", Will pointed at the big and worn out couch.

While the boy was taking his reluctant dogs in his room, Hannibal got glimpse of the house. The living room and the small kitchen were separated by two stone steps and there were two doors. The boy's bedroom and the bathroom, probably. It was very modestly and humbly furnished, yet impeccably tidy and clean. Hannibal sat down heavily on the couch and exhaled tiredly. He took his head in his hands and sighed, jerking back when he heard a calm voice in front of him.

"Here, I thought you wanted to change." The boy was handing him some grey flannel clothes. He had taken off his ridiculous hat and his wild chocolate curls reigned untamed around his head.

Beautiful. The boy was so incredibly beautiful. Hannibal couldn't think of much else, while he reached out to accept the clothes the other was handing him. "Thank you… You are being really kind to me, boy."

On the moment their hands touched, both of their head snapped. They looked at each other and, instantly, Will was grabbed and pulled into the older man's lap, straddling him, in the same position he had performed on the stage. It was quite different, though, much more arousing. The dancer sighed heavily, his senses on fire after Hannibal's touch. As if reading his thoughts, Hannibal cupped the boy's face with one hand, he stroked the impossibly soft skin of the man's jaw. Then he leaned in, kissing a wet trail from there to the boy's ear and then towards his collarbone. Hannibal couldn't stop thinking about how incredible he was feeling. The man couldn't be real, he was far too magnificent. Hannibal was dreaming. He was certainly dreaming.

Will was twitching on the older man's lap. What was the matter? Was he going crazy? He didn't even know the drunken man's name, yet here he was, straddling his lap, holding the man's soft hair beneath his shaking hands, moaning wantonly into the stranger's ear, while the other was expertly kissing his throat. He could walk away, but his body's was far too aroused to allow him to think straight.

Will grabbed the rim of the man's sweater and pulled it up with the undershirt, tossing it next to them on the couch. The other man made a strange noise and then he reached for Will's lips, in a demanding kiss. It was like fire, thunder, electricity to both of them. The kiss was starting slowly and then progressed passionately.

Both of them were moaning into the kiss and breathing heavily through their noses. Hannibal, still in his dream-like state of mind, had been pulling at the young man's clothes, worshipping every inch of hot flesh he discovered. He pulled down the zipper of the boy's jeans, like the redhead had done earlier, and, with no further hesitation, he slipped one hand in the cotton slips. Will jerked away from the kiss to moan loudly and gain his breath. The other man had cupped his dick with one hand and was teasingly stroking him. They kept their eyes locked; disbelief, curiosity, urgency and lust were mirrored in Will's and Hannibal's eyes. The young man withdrew from Hannibal's lap and stood, panting. Then he offered the man a hand and, as soon Hannibal was on his feet, he was pulled in the room where the dogs had been locked. While Will was quickly directing the dogs back to his living room, Hannibal undressed hurriedly. They were both naked now, facing each other uncertainly and gasping. Hannibal sat on the bed and Will straddled him once again. Both of them were hard and the contact of bare skin aroused them further. Will pushed Hannibal down on the bed and lowered himself in order to kiss him back on his neck, collarbones and chest. While the sight of the gray hair on the man's chest aroused Will furthermore, he palmed the man's cock with a hand. He was impossibly hard and smooth, precome was pooling around the dark head, and he was big, bigger than Will, who had always been comfortable about his average size. The man was moaning loudly and had put one hand on his face, while, with the other, he was massaging Will's scalp and tugging at his locks. The dancer finally placed a last kiss on the man's belly, before licking a long line from the man's balls to the dripping tip of his cock. The man convulsed on the bed while Will's mouth was bobbing up and down his length, occasionally sucking and licking at the head. After a few minutes, the man grabbed Will and switched positions, pinning an astounded Will on the sheets. Before leaning down, Hannibal kissed the boy deeply. He could taste himself on the boy and could not seem to have enough of him. When Hannibal had taken the boy's dick in his mouth, Will was nearly on the edge.

"Please…" he moaned "I can't wait much longer… "

"What is it you want, boy?" Hannibal whispered on his cock while licking the tip.

"Nnngh... Please I want you inside of me… now…" the man groaned, lifting in order to take a condom and a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

Hannibal quickly lubricated two fingers and slipped them slowly into the boy's puckered hole, while he was licking on his balls.

Will's head jerked back, eyes shut. He couldn't suppress a load moan. It wasn't enough though. He needed more. After a minute, he started pushing at the man's fingers, fucking himself on them. Hannibal understood the signal and put a third finger to join the first two. Now the boy was shaking and continuously wheezing and panting.

"Please…" he uttered again out of breath. With his flushed cheeks and urgent expression, the boy was absolutely the most perfect thing Hannibal had ever laid his eyes on. He quickly put on the condom and lubricated it furthermore. The boy had hardly been prepared, he did not want to hurt him. Will, instinctively spread his legs and put them on Hannibal's shoulders, while the older man entered him slowly.

"Nnnghh… Yes…" the boy was panting.

Will positioned his hands on Hannibal's back and pushed him forward, overeagerly. When the man was fully nestled in the younger man's body, Will couldn't suppress a loud whine. Hannibal was moaning, never detaching his eyes from the angel's; he was enchanted by the boy's pleasure and by his own. He hadn't felt like that in years. Was that why Frederick had cheated on him? That was what they couldn't have together? He was brought back to reality when the boy had started to move on his own, impaling himself on Hannibal's cock, while he was absentminded. The boy's urge mirrored his own and Hannibal started to pound into the young man making him groan and squirm.

"Oh God, deeper… harder… nghhh… Yes… There…." The boy was ecstatic.

After what seemed like a lifetime, both of them were on the edge; Hannibal had understood, from the way the boy was pressing the fingers into his buttocks, that the boy was close, like himself. He increased the speed, clenching his teeth and slightly shifting his hips, in order to reach the sweet point that made the young man moan even more. Will's body stiffened and his toes curled deliciously while he was coming on his belly in long white stripes. The sight of the boy's orgasm and ecstatic expression had Hannibal coming a few seconds after. He held still for a minute, trying to catch his breath, while the man's legs had fallen unceremoniously on the bed, because Hannibal wasn't holding them up anymore. The boy mumbled something, while the doctor pulled out from his body and tossed away the condom after having knotted it.

When Will had come to his senses, he stood up to collect a damp towel from the bathroom. Cleaning up his belly, he climbed back on the bed and wiped cautiously the man's genitals.

The man sat still, dumbfounded, looking at the damp cloth in Will's hand. He did not seem drunk as he was before.

"Are you alright?" Will inquired warily.

"Yes. My head still spins a little. But I'm very good, actually, thank you."

Hannibal reached out for his silken boxers and put them on.

"Ehm, would you like something to drink? Some water maybe? Or orange juice? Or are you hungry?" Will was putting his slips on.

"I'd like some water, thank you. And something to prevent a hangover, I'm far too old for it…" he said with an embarrassed smile.

"Sure, make yourself comfortable in the meanwhile. If you want you can still sleep on the sofa, but I think that the bed is far more comfortable." Having said that, Will went back to the living room and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. The dogs were watching him in interest while he was grinning. That was definitely the most awkward and best sex he had ever had in his life. He toasted some bread and spread some peanut butter and jelly on it, then he grabbed some aspirins and made his way back to the bedroom.

He smiled back at the stranger who had sit on the bed, under the covers.

"Here, I thought you might be hungry."

"Thank you." Hannibal swallowed the pills drinking a generous sip of water before putting the glass on the nightstand. "But what is this?" he suspiciously pointed at the toast.

"Um… It's a peanut butter and jelly toast?!" Will exclaimed like It was the most obvious thing on earth. "You've never had it?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, never", the man's voice was plain and sincere.

"I have some ham I think, If you'd prefer…" will was cut off.

"No, it's alright. I'd like to taste it." Hannibal lied. The boy had been really helpful, caring, had given him the most breathtaking sex of his life and seemed not to care in which circumstances they had meet; probably he even looked and smelled like a drunkard, but the man was smiling kindly at him. An angel, indeed. Hannibal took a small bite of the toast and was surprised by the creamy consistence of it. The bread was still hot and crunchy from the toaster, the peanut butter and jelly gave it a salty and fruity flavor and the strange combination worked. It was very good, actually. Maybe because he was drunk, maybe because of the incredible sex he had had, Hannibal Lecter III, a Lithuanian multimillionaire count ate the pb&j toast and licked his fingers afterwards.

"Do you want some more?" inquired Will, who had silently watched the face of the other man pass from suspicion to surprise and then to approval, as he chewed at the bread.

"No, thank you. I must admit that I surprisingly enjoyed it very much." Hannibal said yawning.

"It's almost dawn. Do you want to get some sleep or you have to go to work?" Will didn't know much about the stranger.

"If you are sleeping, I'd like to stay. I don't want to impose on your daily routine…" Hannibal answered, while the other man was getting into the bed, next to him.

"No imposition at all. I'll set my alarm clock around noon, sound's good?" will inquired, turning off the light.

"Sure. Goodnight boy." Hannibal said, shifting on the unfamiliar bed. He was surrounded by the angel's scent, the sheets, the pillow, everything smelled heavenly.

"Goodnight" Will laid down yawning, his back to Hannibal.

Before thinking about it twice, the doctor put an arm around the young man's waist and pulled him closer. The boy hummed with approval and pressed his hand on Hannibal's and intertwined their legs, before both of them fell asleep.