Hannigram Chapter 4

This 4th chapter is kind of continuation of the third, but I promise a lot of gore and emotions :D. Warnings for murder, planning of rape, forced cannibalism and trauma. Good stuff.

Later, Hannibal was finally on the drive back home, all the necessities well and carried out; food supplies for the next month or so at most, though most of it was fresh product, household supplies, knives and plenty of toys. When the time came, he wanted to be fully prepared to go through with it and break Will. That meant a lot more than fucking him, it meant making sure he truly knew whom he belonged to, and part of that was having the right tools. The last of the ingredients for the night was in the back seat, slouched over each other and drooling.

Canadians were not easy prey. Unlike Americans, whose greed made it easy to trick them into accepting a drink, Canadians were hospitable and warm but distanced themselves. So, preferring his American prey, he travelled back to the states fairly and found his own prey.

The first one was a young woman who an acquaintance had mentioned; she slept with men in one-night stands, and forced them out in the mornings. She'd posted photos of the night on his acquaintance's professional site. That was rude in the extreme. The second was a man he'd met himself on one of his trips, who worked at a local hardware store and was disgustingly full of himself and condescending to others.

They'd do nicely for Will's first time.

He set the man in the basement, secured him and carried the girl to the top. She was pretty, young and seemed relatable. Whether that would make Will killing her easier or harder was completely unknown to Hannibal, but he was excited to find out.

She, of course, had to be killed in the kitchen to make the meal perfect. He cleared off the low table top, which was the perfect height for Will, and therefore for Hannibal, put a protective layer of wrap over it to stop the blood from staining and went about making the rest of the room perfect. Everything had to be just so. No clues that could ever possibly lead the FBI back to the cabin. He got on his clear suit, the one he always used.

He stripped her naked and made sure she was immobile on the table. It was about time for the drug to work out of her system, and for her to wake up. If that wasn't enough, he pulled out a knife and examined its sharpness.

"Whuh…?" Her head turned lop-sided, one eye opening drunkenly.

"Oh, just on time." He lowered the knife to her chest just below the collarbone, and relished the suspense for a moment. He placed the first cut a smooth and dignified mark, and her eyes widened and she jerked around the table, finally sober and conscious. The next line had her screaming, a high-pitched keen of agony.

In the room above the kitchen, Will was woken by the screams from his light daze. Everything in his body went tense, and he began to hyperventilate, a raw pit in his stomach of fear. Terror made time spread out, made the distance between him and Hannibal seem so short, and he suspected whatever Hannibal was going to do, Will was going to be involved somehow.

When Hannibal finally opened the door, Will was shaking on the bed; his eyes wide like a startled animal about to be slaughtered. It was almost lovely to watch, his Will spread out on the bed like a virgin sacrifice, scared for the first time. That's what this was like. It was… popping the cherry so Will would be okay with it later.

He tried to smile as gently as he could, offset by the screams down below, and ran an affectionate hand over Will's precious brown curls.

Will licked his lips, and said, like he was trying to convince himself, "you don't want to do this." It was more desperate than honest, and any illusion he might have gained during the day or that were still lingering that his former psychiatrist was not a serial killer were being destroyed.

Hannibal frowned at him, but his mood quickly lightened at the excuse to be able to pick Will up in his arms, holding him like a bride going to bed. "Use your gift, Will. You will see everything you need to know."

Will knew it was true, but he couldn't—didn't want to. His eyes shut and Hannibal gently carried him down the stairs. "I don't want to," he whispered.

"You will see none the less."

When the girl, strapped down to the table naked and cut, an X above her heart came into sight Will's breathing turned more erratic and Hannibal could feel the strong and quick pulsing of his heart through his suit and hands. It made him smile to imagine Will was feeling so strongly about this, and when Will turned away from the scene, unwittingly burying his face in Hannibal's chest, he felt a rush go down his body, and felt his arousal painfully.

This was perfect.

This was how it was supposed to be. Will, defenseless and in his arms before their kill, spread out like a feast on the table. Will, leaning into Hannibal to protect him from the nightmares, while he constructed the whole thing.

"Puh-puh-leez," the girl managed around her gag. Her eyes rolled around in her head, her entire being shaking. Obviously if Hannibal cutting her hadn't been a clear indication of what was going to happen to her, the rest of the knives arranged so lovingly around her were.

"Hannibal… Dr. Lector, don't do this," Will finally sobbed, and Hannibal brushed his hand over his hair comfortingly. He didn't like to see his Will so upset at such a beautiful moment in their relationship, but it was unavoidable and he had mentally prepared himself. No matter how pitifully and beautifully Will begged he had to complete his plan now. Tonight. "She hasn't done anything wrong, you can't do this to her!" His words became high pitched and frantic as Hannibal set him down on the table right next to her, their legs touching. Now Will's eyes were becoming wide and he asked fearfully, "are you killing me, too?"

"No," Hannibal said, "of course not. And I'm not going to be killing her, Will. You are."

The realization hit Will of what was about to happen, but he still shook his head vehemently, pulling away from Hannibal, trying to push himself off the table with what little strength he had. Hannibal put his body in to stop Will from going anywhere and shushed him until finally his frantic babbling stopped. Will was scared. That was all right, he wasn't used to it yet, but Hannibal would make this happen as many times as he had to until Will was like him.

The victim's hands were almost unbound except at her elbows, which was on purpose. Predictably, she reached up and began clawing at Will, digging her nails in to the skin on his arm, drawing blood. It almost made Hannibal hiss with jealousy. She had no right to go touching his Will, but it was all a part of the plan.

When they found the girl's body, they'd find Will's sweat and fingerprints on the knife, and his skin under her nails. They'd doubt it, Jack Crawford and the team personally knowing Will and Will being a known victim of kidnapping, but after fifth and sixth victims they'd start to doubt it. They'd have questions, which was exactly how Hannibal wanted it.

He tenderly took Will's hand and a thick, steak knife and carefully wrapped them together using tap. Will used all the strength in his hands to try and push it away, but Hannibal was still the stronger, and soon the knife was as surely connected to Will as Hannibal was. Will and the girl didn't seem to be able to take their eyes off the knife, both of them looking at it in object and complete horror.

Hannibal turned Will around so he was facing the girl, and lined up his shoulders so that his Will's were even. He put his head on Will's shoulder, and ran his fingers delicately over Will's maimed arms. The knife hung at the bottom of the table, as far away from Will as he could make it. All Hannibal had to do was position Will, lift up his arms, brace his back and gravity would do the rest of the work. Will wasn't able to lift his own arms, let alone a big steak knife.

Finally, Hannibal's hands rested on Will's wrists, and he could feel every tiny shake and shudder that Will made, tight up against his chest as he tried to escape. It felt so good; he made a note to remember it for future purposes. Perhaps it'd be a good position for when he and Will were making love, later.

"I'll give you an option," Hannibal whispered in Will's ear as he raised the steak knife in Will's hands. The noises of the victim were getting louder, but Will was quiet except for tiny helpless sobs. "I can let this knife drop with just you holding it, dragged down by gravity, which will likely make a dent of a few inches. Not enough to kill her, at least until I make you do it a second and third time. Or we can do it together." He pressed his body promisingly against Will's wondering if he'd see the logic of a merciful death, or if he was too disgusted with Hannibal to bear having a murder in common. "Kill together. Be gods together, Will. You and I."

"I don't want to kill her." He whispered, barely in a breath.

"You will. You have a choice in how you kill her, though, Will."

Will drew in a shuddering breath, and finally said, "Together. I choose together."

The girl was the only one that could see Hannibal's triumphant and pleased smile, but of course dead women tell no tales. Hannibal would hold true on his promise. He nuzzled Will's neck affectionately for a moment of happy emotion, then he brought the knife up and enjoyed himself for a moment, hearing their terrified whimpers. He brought the knife down, perfectly over the X and straight through her heart. Merciful.

She stopped breathing within seconds and then the only noises were of her blood draining and Will gently crying, pressed against Hannibal's chest. Carefully, he unwrapped Will's hand from the knife, avoiding cutting himself and gathered Will up in his arms.

"Good job," he whispered. "You did so well, Will. I'm so proud of you." He held onto him as he shook and sobbed, offering Will the comfort no one else could and feeling him trying to get away. That was all right. Someday Will would come to enjoy these moments spent together.

He left Will there on the floor after about thirty minutes. He couldn't let the body go bad, sitting there, not where there was so much meat to be had. He heard Will's crying soften, until Hannibal picked up the knife and began cutting her up into perfect steaks. He had a different plan for each part of her body, but tonight they'd be eating her kidneys. Kidneys were always small, easy to eat and delicious. Perfect for Will's first known act of cannibalism.

Will was a bloody mess on the floor, tears and human remains all over him, so while the kidneys cooked in the oven, Hannibal went over and picked him up, regardless of the way Will flinched away, which cause no small pain in what was left of his heart. He cleaned him up and brought out some of the more casual clothes he'd bought Will, guessing the size, and gently began to remove Will's clothes. Removing the underwear was too person for Will not to understand Hannibal's intentions, so he avoided looking too long or too interestedly.

But he was very, very interested. Will's body was soft, smooth and compact, but there was a pleasant amount of muscles on display that was pleasing in every way. Not too much, not too little, and of course nothing in comparison with Hannibal's but his whole body was fascinatingly beautiful. His chest was completely hairless, more by DNA than intention, Hannibal correctly surmised. A few freckles dotted here and there that Hannibal desperately wanted to trace over with his tongue, and his nipples were small and pale, and he hoped, sensitive. Will seemed entirely oblivious to any lustful look Hannibal took, and truthfully, to the attractiveness of his own body. Even his face was so perfect.

Hannibal contemplated how lucky he was to find someone like him, who was so beautiful, innocent and utterly alike him.

Reluctantly he put clothes back on him, resolving that when the time came in that part of their relationship, Will would spend days naked on Hannibal's bed, spread out like the Greek god he so perfectly embodied. Then he would dress him up the nines only for the opportunity to rip those perfect suits off his body.

Looking away and dressing him up briskly to hide his growing reaction, Hannibal quickly set away and began cleaning and preparing other parts of the kitchen, of which he was particularly talented and experienced. He spent hours making everything perfect, and finally set Will up in a chair that would hold him while he finished preparing.

Will had a look in his eyes that saw far beyond the kitchen, a common expression in victims of trauma, and Hannibal approached him slowly with the plate of perfectly prepared kidneys, held out like an apology.

"Will?" He placed the plate in front of Will, and tried to ignore the look of utter repulsion on his face. He brushed his hair gently away from his face and held his chin in his hands. He voice grew stern. "You know I can make you eat this. You can't stop it, and I have plenty of extras."

More tears streamed from Will's eyes, a hopeless sort of agony in them, and he looked at Hannibal pleadingly. Hannibal set his face into one of seriousness, and held Will's eyes, which were absolutely beautiful like that, crying and pleading and looking to Hannibal for mercy.

"Eat this whole plate, or I will unfreeze other parts of her and feed you that much more."

Will gasped, a late sort of sob, and closed his eyes. Hannibal smiled and brought the first bite up to Will's mouth, which gradually opened…

NEWS ALERT!

I JUST GOT A NEW MACBOOK AIR, AND I DON'T HAVE MICROSOFT AIR DOWNLOADED. I HAVE PAGES, WHICH MEANS THAT THE FIFTH CHAPTER, ALTHOUGH WRITTEN AND LONG, CAN'T BE PUBLISHED FOR SOME REASON. IT JUST WON'T CONVERT OR SOMETHING. IF ANYONE KNOWS ANYTHING ON HOW TO HELP, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND I WILL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER AS SOON AS I CAN.