Hey guys so here's chapter 3. Enjoy
Hannibal rolled over in bed and groaned. His head was pounding and his throat felt like sandpaper. What had happened last night? He couldn't remember a thing. It had been a while since he last had a hangover. Maybe Will could tell him what happened. That's when he realised Will wasn't in bed.
"Will?" Hannibal called out. "Will where are you?" Will's side of the bed was cold. He must have been gone a while. Hannibal swung himself out of bed and almost fell over. His head was spinning.
"Will?" he called out again and was about to walk out of the bedroom before he realised what he had been sleeping in. He wasn't in his normal silk pyjamas; he was stood there in his boxers. How embarrassing it would be if Will saw him walking around the house like this. Hannibal pulled on a robe and flung open the door then paused. The house was quiet and Will's side of the bed was cold. Where did Will go?
"Oh god did I eat him?" Hannibal whispered to himself. He really couldn't remember. His beautiful, worrying Will gone just like that and it was all Hannibal's fault. He kicked a wall in frustration then practically flew down the stairs, searching for any sign that Will was still alive. He ran into his office, afraid of what might be there and froze. There was Will, standing healthy and alive, staring at some books. Hannibal staggered up behind him and threw his arms round his waist.
"Will oh go you're still alive" he mumbled, resting his chin on Will's shoulder. Instead of hugging him back, Will grunted and shrugged Hannibal off.
"Will what's wrong?" Hannibal asked, hurt.
"Do you not remember what happened last night?" Will replied hotly.
"Honestly Will I don't" Hannibal replied. He was confused. What had happened?
"You really don't remember dancing on tables or kissing Alana right in front of me?!" Will yelled. Hannibal stared at him.
"Oh Will I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean any of it. I love you not Alana" Hannibal murmured, reaching out to take Will's hand. He took Will into his arms and kept telling him how sorry he was before Will pushed him back.
"You...you really love me?" Will swallowed.
"Of course I do Will. I love you and only you" Hannibal pressed his lips to Will's forehead.
"I um I'm sorry. It's just I got a bit jealous. I've never had someone properly love me before. I love you too" Before he could say anymore, Hannibal grabbed his shirt and shoved him up against the ladder, kissing him forcefully. They kissed for several minutes before Hannibal spoke.
"Do you know what I want most right now?" he said huskily.
"Hot, passionate sex against this ladder with me?" Will replied, his eyes full of lust.
"Well as nice as that sounds I meant something else. Can we please forget about whatever happened last night? I didn't mean to hurt you Will. That's the last thing I would ever want"
Will stole a kiss before replying.
"I'd love to forget what happened but it might not be as easy as that" Will pulled out his phone, opened YouTube and showed Hannibal a video. It was entitled Serial Twerker. Hannibal appeared on the screen, standing on a table in the club last night. He has doing a dance that Hannibal had seen described as "twerking" and his tie was wrapped round his head. The video then cut to Hannibal sitting down and singing extremely loudly. As he hit the last note of the song, he raised his glass then fell off his chair with a thump. The video ended with the laughter of Beverley and Jack. Hannibal sank into his office chair and put his head in his hands.
"That is the single most humiliating that has ever happened in my life" he groaned. Will came over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's ok I'll talk to Beverley and get her to remove the video" Will said reassuringly.
"No. I'll come with you today and ask her myself. It is more polite that way and I don't have any patients until later" Hannibal said standing up defensively then almost falling over again. He had momentarily forgotten about his hangover but now the pain rushed back to his head.
"Fine you can come with me but I'm driving and making you breakfast" Will smiled, looping his arm around Hannibal's waist and gently guiding him into the kitchen.