Will Graham was awoken in the middle of the night by his dogs' barking as Hannibal Lecter welcomed himself inside.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" He asked in a groggy voice.
"I'm sorry, Will, did I wake you?"
"No, my dogs did that for you."
"Well, that's good. I would have hated to have disturbed your sleep myself."
Will rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"Draw me a clock, Will."
"... What?"
"I want you to draw me a clock."
"..." For a moment, Will found himself speechless. "... You came all the way out here at this hour just to ask me to draw a clock again?"
"Yes." Hannibal replied bluntly.
"You are one strange psychologist, Dr. Lecter. Fine. Give me a pen and paper."
As if he were prepared fully for that answer, Hannibal handed him a notebook and a pen.
All the while wondering whether or not this was really happening, Will drew a clock and handed the notebook back. When Hannibal examined it for a long moment, he snarkily said, "What, is it still a victim of spatial distortion, Doctor?"
"No."
"Then why are you staring at it so intently?"
Hannibal made eye contact with his patient and smiled, closing the notebook. Will only stared back at him, blinking with a frown.
"You look scared, Will."
"I'm not scared."
"Then what are you?"
Will said nothing, noticing that Hannibal was slowly getting closer, an arm hiding something behind his back.
"Are you nervous?"
"I'm..."
Hannibal leaned over the bed, raising a knee up onto it to continue getting closer, and Will realized he was as far back away from Hannibal as he could get.
"You're...?"
"... I..."
Hannibal dropped the notebook, and it landed on the floor with a loud slapping noise.
Will jumped a little.
Hannibal then made his move, before Will had time to fully react to the noise.
When Hannibal's lips locked with his, Will had some sort of delay. He wanted to shove this psychopath away, but found himself petrified. To restore his sense of control, he tried to think this through.
It was the early morning hours in Wolf Trap, Virginia. Dr. Hannibal Lecter had welcomed himself into his house only to ask him to draw a clock. Upon drawing that clock for him, Hannibal stared at it, smiled, questioned him, and was now kissing him.
Will couldn't make any sense of it, and that realization was ripping him apart.
Hannibal broke the kiss and put his hands on Will's cheeks, revealing that he had, in fact, been holding nothing behind his back. His eyes exactly parallel to Will's, he spoke in a hushed voice.
"You what?"
Will didn't know what to say, yet his lips started to move on their own.
"... I'm... anxious..."
"Why are you anxious, Will?"
This was dangerous.
Will tried to shake his head clear, but he knew it was already too late; he was beginning to fall under Hannibal's influence once more. "... 'cause..."
Another smile spread across Hannibal's lips. "Are you anxious because of me?"
"Sort of..."
"Tell me more."
"... Get out of my head, Dr. Lecter..."
"Why should I, when you've been all I ever think about?"
"Don't lie to me..."
"I agreed that I would never lie to you again, Will. I wouldn't go against my promise to you."
Will shut his eyes. He hoped to open them and wake up alone and drenched in sweat as he usually was when he woke up from nightmares. But instead, he opened them to see that Hannibal was still staring at him, examining every inch of his face and his messy brown hair with a hungry look in his eyes.
"Tell me, Will... Does your surname give any sort of hint as to how you taste?" When he said taste, he took vague pleasure out of the way that Will shivered in response.
"Let go of me, Hannibal..."
Hannibal obeyed, now simply sitting on the bed in front of his prey.
"Why are you really here?" Will asked slowly.
"I mustn't say just yet, Will."
"Then when will you say it?"
"When we're away from all of this. When we're free."
"You say that like it's a certainty..."
Hannibal ran his fingers through Will's hair as he replied casually, "It is."
Then, when Hannibal was just expecting silence, Will muttered, "What about Alana?"
"... What about her?"
"What is she to you?"
Hannibal thought for a moment. "I was curious," was his answer.
Will, looking down at the covers over himself; the space between himself and Hannibal, grinned madly, and chuckled a little.
"Will?"
"Everything you do... It's just because you're curious, isn't it?"
Hannibal didn't answer, and instead kissed Will again, which Will didn't return nor resist. He wasn't thinking clearly anymore, if he ever had been, but he wasn't entirely sure if he cared anymore.
"May I taste you, Will Graham?"
"Do what you want, Hannibal Lecter. Just try not to break skin."
In the morning, Hannibal was the first to awake. For a long moment, he just stared up at the ceiling. Then he looked to his left and saw Will Graham, who was asleep with his back to him.
Though he supposed the previous night was alright for Will, he had noticed that Will probably, at some point, had forgotten who he was with. This was given away when he started calling Hannibal "Alana."
As Hannibal started to get up to get dressed, Will awoke a little bit.
"Alana...?" He grumbled.
Hannibal looked back at him as he turned onto his other side, now facing his... erm, "partner."
"Open your eyes, Will. What do you see?"
Will opened his eyes slowly and looked Hannibal over until their eyes locked. "I see... Hannibal Lecter?"
Hannibal smiled. "Very good, Will."
Will frowned heavily upon making the discovery that he was not hallucinating at that particular moment.
