Sweat trickled down his face, as a cold metal blade bar tapped his face. It was slick and cool across his hated cheeks. His disheveled clothes open for access, and his hands and feet bound tightly. His right shoulder ached in a way that he couldn't explain. . . Well he had an idea why it hurts, but one can't be too sure in a situation like this.
The space he was being held in is a hotel room with Italianesque style. Really the cliché mafia theme comes to mind really. Velvet carpets, a musky cloud of cigar smoke being subdued in an ashtray, the dark wooden panels of the walls, elevated by the dim light, that just so happen to be focused on him. I told you, cliché.
The room reeked of tobacco, cheap cologne and a hard whiskey. The whiskey seems to be the most appealing of the three, which says a lot since he doesn't particularly adore it's scent.
A figure stood before him, tall and mocking against Will's seated body. A charcoal suit, pressed to perfection without any creases to the American cut suit. Will couldn't really see the man's face, due to the dimness of the area, but he can make out an outline of him.
Will's eyes winced revealing cool blues, as the figure pressed the knife softly on his cheek. Even with what little force it made, the flesh of the President's cheek was sliced. Droplets of blood fell to caress Will's face, staining the collar of his baby blue dress shirt.
If he wasn't so preoccupied at the moment, he would complain that it was custom made shirt. Even if, for a fact he would gladly burn it, if it meant that he could lounge around in t-shirts and plaid button ups that he loved so much.
Honestly Will nevertheless expected to be in this situation. After all it was a seemingly mundane day. . . Well except for the fact that Hannibal isn't by his side most of the day. Unintentionally. But at the same time he had a smugness in him that just said 'wait' for 'him'.
It all started approximately 8.5 hours ago.
"I need you to do me a little favour, Mr. Graham. . . " Hannibal, stepped out of his seat and strutted in front of Will.
Will took the action by surprise. Hannibal never asks for favours, within the month that he's been working for Will, it was clear he was independent in every way possible. Maybe its the mature atmosphere he brings, but never has he given Will any hints of the word 'need'.
"Open your mouth." Hannibal ordered, making Will raise a brow and get a little flustered, his imagination getting the best of him.
Since their first time, Hannibal hasn't shown any signs of interest in engaging in . . . The activity again. On the other hand, Will seems intent to repeat the happenings of that night, but all advances were seemingly turned down instantaneously.
Will parted his lips ever so slightly to spite the man a bit. He still felt a little bitterness over the fact of his continual rejection.
Hannibal on the other hand, didn't mind his attempt and grabbed Will's face, pressing his cheeks to make his mouth gap open. With his other hand, Hannibal fished a small tack shaped object. He pressed on Will's cheeks harder, consequentially making him open his mouth wider, wide enough for Hannibal to insert two fingers in his employer's mouth.
Will struggle even more, trying to move away but was halted by Hannibal efficiently.
"Try and bite me, and we'll see what happens." Hannibal gave a dry threat, but Will knew better than that and obeyed.
After a few seconds in the awkward position, Hannibal finally stepped back, withdrawing his fingers as the same time. Will on the other hand clutched his cheeks and probed his mouth.
"What did you do?!" Will said, choking a bit.
"I inserted a tracking device. Untraceable, undetectable and efficiently small. I assumed that you will protest in the application, so I took it upon myself, in consideration of your safety, sir." Hannibal narrated, pulling a handkerchief from hi front pocket and wiping his fingers nonchalantly.
Will couldn't deny Hannibal's reasoning. It wasn't far from him to avoid any sort of tracking device at all. He hates being followed and he hates that people love to invade his privacy.
Will couldn't muster a reply, instead he just stomped off, with a scowl on his face. He needed a break from all the craziness his new bodyguard has given him.
He thought that maybe due to their one night stand Hannibal would be looser with Will, but unfortunately the man is a professional through and through. There isn't a crack in his demeanour, or any hints of familiarity at all. This has frustrated him since the last conversation they had about it, which was evidently their first as well.
Will snuck off the office through the emergency exit, and climbed down without much problem. He jumped from the last stair of the ladder to the ground, which had about a six foot difference.
He stumbled and landed embarrassingly horrible, which may have sprained his shoulder. But Will paid it no mind, as his thoughts were still circling around Hannibal.
Hannibal has unfortunately become a growing obsession for the man. Sometimes Will's eyes would just wonder on the man for long minutes, before noticing he was doing it. Will felt like a sexually frustrated teenager, which made him feel worse.
He limped it out, wondering the streets of New York without any quilmes. Of course this lasted approximately two hours, before being unceremoniously kidnapped while walking back to the office after cooling his head.
And now they are here. 6.5 hours later, eyeing each other. Honestly if his kidnapper would go on a psychotic rant, it would be a complete movie opening for a Bond film. . . Of course Will was careful not to think too hard about the implication that he's a Bond girl in this situation. Fortunately he was spared of this, and was instead greeted by a stout consigliere type man. The man from before, took a step back and just observed.
"Comfortable Mr. Graham?" The man spoke sullen, his stature small yet intimidating in Will's seated form.
"Pretty much." Will said, his face gesturing to his tied legs and hands.
"So what do you want?" Will started. If Hannibal won't find him, then he'll just have to negotiate his way out. At last that was the plan.
"Money obviously—" the man said, making Will cut in to make his comment.
"Of course." This wasn't the first time the man has been kidnapped over the span of his life time. But this is the most . . . Comical in some aspects out of all, and the first successful attempt since Hannibal happened.
Honestly he thought that his peace would last longer with Hannibal around . . . Well maybe it majorly his fault.
"So what's the cost?" Will dead panned, he has more significant things to do then be tied up in a chair, like so.
"Your face and your whole company. . . We need a public figu—" and with that Will has had it.
"No." Will said plainly. He can handle the money, but not the annoying paparazzi and media that seems so adamant in finding out about his life.
Will slumped back, and looked the man straight in the eyes. It could be said that it was stupid to challenge your captor, but at the moment, Will was in no mood for this.
The consigliere was about to raise to hit Will in the face, when the charcoal suited man caught his his hand mid way. The charcoal suited figure, pinned the consigliere down, putting pressure on his C2 vertebra.
"Even in this situation, you are as stubborn as ever." A familiar voice peaked, as the man incapacitated the consigliere.
The voice mocked Will, making him scowl. The man adjusted the lights, to even out the illumination. And there Will confirmed his suspension.
"How long have you been here?" Will queried, as Hannibal cut the zip ties with a blade he has hidden cautiously in his right jacket sleeve.
"A few hours." Hannibal dead panned, as Will rubbed the red lines that marked his wrists and legs.
"Then why haven't you released me?" Will mucked, he really wasn't in yo mood for Hannibal's apathetic explanation.
"I like seeing you tied up . . . I finally found a way to make you stay put. Of course there are other ways, but I find this most entertaining." Hannibal uttered unexpectedly, that Will felt a fluster creep on him.
"I would love to continue this flirtatious banter, but we have to leave. Now. We have ap—" Hannibal added, making Will make a double take.
"Wait, you were flirting with me?" Will was stunned.
"Again, we have approximately .4 minutes to escape, so we have to move fast." Hannibal once again effectively dismissed Will, as he dragged his employer out the door.