Author's Note: Here's another update! I wanted to turn the heat up a little bit and I think this was a step in the right direction. Hannibal starts to show a different side of himself to Will. And it's not his best side, hehe. Enjoy readers!

Chapter 7: It Begins

Hannibal look up from kneading Will's lower neck and read the time: 1:13. It was time to move things along.

He moved down to the edges of Will's shoulder blades, or the infraspinatus. The reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breathe was heard and Will's body arched itself into the table.

Hannibal stilled his hands momentarily, waiting.

Will let out an embarrassed huff.

"Sorry about that. My shoulders are always one of the sorest places on me."

I wonder what other places you are aching, Will. What will your reaction be then? Will you arch away from me still?

Hannibal kept the saccharine curiosity to himself for the time being.

"It is alright Will. Now we know the amount of sensitivity in that area."

Hannibal ran his thumbs along the curvature of both shoulder blades, maintaining a gentle contact between the bone and thumb pad.

Will could not help the small moans of pain that escaped him. His personal nature and his job caused an ever present tenseness in his body. Unfortunately, the tension always seemed to nestle itself in his shoulder blades and lower back.

After a few minutes of soft contact, Hannibal moved his focus from the edges of his shoulder blades to the tight muscles down the middle of the trapezius and thin strips of the teres major.

A very sharp whimper could be heard when Hannibal began working the teres major. Despite Will's groans, Hannibal worked his thumbs into the muscle.

Will turned his head toward Hannibal, careful to keep his gaze on the man's waist.

"Dr. Lecter, please not there. It's too sore."

Hannibal stilled his movements.

"Will, come now, that is precisely the reason you are here in the first place."

"Actually, the reason I am here is because I was railroaded into seeing you,"

Hannibal was enjoying himself immensely.

It was beginning.

However, Will's rudeness, while adding to the game, would not be dismissed.

Hannibal positioned his hands so they were bracketing Will's latissimus dorsi, a few inches below his underarms. Placing the pads of both thumbs firmly against the lowest point of the shoulder blades, Hannibal began applying a sharp pressure.

Will's eyes shot open and his arms came down to each side of him, elbows still bent, fists resting on either side of his head. An attempt to sit up resulted in an agonizing increase of pressure from the man above him.

"Dr. Lecter! What the hell are you-"

"Shhh, Will. It would be further rude of you to disturb the appointments of the other patients, would it not?"

Hannibal's fingers did not rescind their demanding pressure and Will tried to cast a glance behind him, a vain attempt to catch the emotion on Hannibal's face.