I thought this was going to be my last chapter, but it ended up getting so long... So at least one more to come! x


Hannibal sat in the armchair of his study, the dim light from the lamp giving it an eerie gloom over the room. Anger was running throughout his body, yet he needed to calm down.

What had he really expected when he followed Will Graham? Certainly not that. And he thought he had a hold on the man.

Clearing his throat and cracking his neck, Hannibal stood and went into the kitchen. He'd try one of his many teas, maybe that would calm him, for now. And then he'd hunt, and find the perfect person to display his anger.

Perhaps then, dear Will would understand.

A few moments later, the front door opened. Hannibal knew it was Will, he could smell the mix of his cheap fragrance, Alana and whisky.

"I was just making tea, would you like some, Will?" Hannibal called out. Listening to the footsteps as Will walked down the hall and into the kitchen.

"No, thank you. I think I'll drink a glass of water and head to bed."

Hannibal poured himself a cup of tea, the fragrance soothing him slightly. "Oh? Did you go drinking?"

Will stood next to the older man, filling a glass with tap water. "I went for a walk...And ended up in a bar. I only had a couple, we're not working tomorrow, so I indulged myself."

Saying nothing, Hannibal drank from his cup. The dishonesty coming from Will greatly disappointed him, he had expected more from this rare gem.

Side glancing, Will could see a glint of something in Hannibals' eyes. Did he know that Will was lying?

Will didn't put stalking past the man, he knew he was perfectly capable and most probably an expert in being undetected by now.

"And then because I was in the area, I visited Alana." Will said. He couldn't take back his previous lie, but he could stack the truth on top.

Hannibal raised a brow, he was a little surprised that the brunette had decided to tell him where he'd really been. Maybe he wasn't so disappointing after all.

"It was only pizza and whisky… I just needed to be in a different environment for a while." Will said. Turning to look at Hannibal, he conducted eye contact.

Hannibal leaned in close to Will. "I thought it was only two?"

Will laughed a little and smiled at him. "A little white lie now and again doesn't hurt. I may have had a few more than two."

Hannibal hummed and straightened up. "Make sure you wash up before bed. I don't want Alana Blooms stench among my bed sheets."

He didn't like the sound of that comment, his one selfish desire had gotten someone else into trouble. He needed to think fast.

Sliding a hand over Hannibals' chest, he softly gripped his shirt and leaned up. Placing his mouth close to the mans ear, and whispering. "Would you like to help wash it away?"

Not waiting for an answer, Will started to walk away and unbuttoning his shirt. He removed it when he got to the bottom of the stairs, and dropped it to the floor. He knew Hannibal was still watching him from his spot in the kitchen.

Unbuckling his belt, he turned the corner out of sight and sighed softly. Walking up the stairs he continued to unbutton and unzip the trousers, of which he made sure to leave at the top.

He was glad no one else could see this, he felt like this was such a feminine thing to do.

Going into Hannibals' bedroom, he stopped at the bathroom door and gritted his teeth. Things were going to happen one way or another, this was something he had to do.

Telling himself that he was doing the right thing, he dropped his underwear and went into the bathroom.


Watching as Will dropped the shirt to the floor and disappeared around the corner, Hannibal stood there for a moment. Will was being very brazen, it was a change, and not an unwanted one.

Placing the half drunk cup of tea onto the side, he smirked a little, running his thumb over his bottom lip.

At his own easy pace, he started to follow. Stepping over the shirt and dodging the shoes on the stairs. Reaching the top he eyed the trousers and scattered socks, it was like following a breadcrumb trail.

Finally reaching the bedroom, he stopped just before the door, listening to the spray of the shower coming from within.

Moving to stand in the doorway, he watched as Will stood, letting the water run over his face, through his curled locks and over his body.

This hadn't been a part of his plan, not so soon anyway. He met Wills eyes for a moment, neither of them saying anything as the brunette continued to shower.

He understood the others eyes were inviting him. Running a hand over his chin and mouth, he gave in to temptation.

He quickly, removed his clothing. Dropping and leaving them in a pile on the floor, he'd worry about them later.

Stepping into the shower, he placed a hand against the wall, either side of Wills head and slowly closed in. He was going to take what he wanted.


"You were in a relationship with Hannibal Lecter?" Jack asked, he was a little taken aback from what Will had been telling him.

"Not the kind of relationship you're thinking, Jack. Our relationship is… Complicated." Will said. He had never thought of their relationship as lovers, or anything of the kind.

Jack sighed. "This could cause problems for you, Will. The press will go mad if they find out."

"I was willing to take that sacrifice when I sold my soul to the devil, Jack." Will said softly. "That night, I decided just doing things like I always did, wouldn't catch him. I had to give myself over to him completely. By the third time that night, I had completely succumbed to his touches."


Will gripped at the bed sheets, his jaw hung open partially as he panted, gasped and moaned out. His hair still damp from the shower, soaked into the sheets; along with sweat and bodily fluids.

Hannibal hadn't said a word since he'd made his advance on Will in the shower, he was too absorbed in all this. He gripped the leg bent over his shoulder tighter, digging his blunt nails into Wills' pale skin. With his spare hand, he stuffed three fingers into the brunettes mouth.

Sucking on them hungrily, Will continued to moan around the fingers, muffling the sounds coming from him. They had been going at this for hours, the force and roughness of Hannibals thrusts unfaltering.

He wanted to make sure Will fully understood that he'd signed the dotted line, and he was now the killers property.

Thinking of the people that had almost gotten in the way, he felt a slight wave of anger wash other him again. Thrusting harder, he made sure to take it all out on Will, for now.

Will cried out a little louder, still muffled by the fingers. He tried to swallow between moans, the built up saliva starting to leak from his mouth and down his chin.

After at least another five minutes of being pounded, Will arched his back as he came for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

Hannibal groaned softly as the walls encasing his member tightened, sliding the fingers from the others mouth, he gripped Wills' throat and continued to thrust. A short while later his grip on the brunettes throat tightened as he came, burying himself deep inside the brunette and leaving yet another load inside.

Riding out his orgasm and finishing, he pulled out, causing a small moan from Wills mouth. Pushing the leg from his shoulder, Hannibal stood, admiring the piece of artwork he'd made, in front of him.

He was pleased as he observed the younger male, laid sprawled out on the bed; Panting heavily, covered in his own juices and leaking Hannibals. He'd made sure to leave a few marks along the brunette's neck too.

Tempted to take a photograph, he stopped himself, it was tasteless to do such a thing. Instead he walked into the adjacent bathroom and started to run a bath and picked up the discarded clothes, folding them neatly.

Coming back into the bedroom, he stood next to the bed, Will returned his gaze in a tired daze.

"Can you stand?" Hannibal asked.

Will sat up slowly, his lower back hurt and his joints ached from being bent in ways he hadn't been bent before. Sliding himself to the edge of the bed, he moved his legs from the bed and put his feet on the floor.

"Good." Hannibal said, holding out his hands for Will to help him to his feet.

Taking Hannibals' hands, Will pulled himself up and stood. Shuddering he gasped slightly, some of the load leaking from him and down his legs causing the reaction.

Hannibal smiled a little at the reaction, he was pleased that Will was still feeling him. Guiding the other male, they both went into the bathroom, Hannibal leaving Will to prop himself up on something while he turned the taps off.

Holding Wills' hands he helped the man step into the bath. "This feels like deja vu, don't you think?" Hannibal said, running a hand through the others tousled and damp locks.

Will looked down into the water, he didn't want to remember that night. He made a slight noise as he saw blood appearing in the water. Running a hand over his face, he looked again. It was gone.

Hannibal smirked and stroked a thumb over Wills cheek. "I'm going to go and change the sheets." Moving away, he took his bathrobe from the door and slipped it on.

Will nodded in understanding and relaxed himself in the bath, hoping it would help sooth some of the aches he was already feeling. He watched from the corner of his eye as Hannibal left the room. The man seemed to have calmed down, he sighed in relief.

He didn't think he could deal with anyone else being killed, because of him. He thought about Alana, she was still in danger.


"Looking good, William~" Beverly said. Laughing and giving his butt a smack.

Will just snorted and hip bumped her. He'd started wearing the clothes Hannibal had bought for him, and reluctantly, the contact lenses.

"My clothes were starting to fall apart, so Hannibal took me shopping." Will mumbled. He was slightly embarrassed, many of the crew had already arrived gawking at him.

"Hey I wasn't complaining, You know I prefer this look on you." She smiled. "I can't stand here all day looking at you though. Gotta go sort Mr. L!"

He watched and smiled after her, Beverly never failed to cheer him up. Looking back down at his Ipad he continued to flick through today's schedule and his emails.

"Did you hear they found two bodies in his house, in the space of a week? People have started calling it the Death house." Will raised a brow, listening to two crew whispering just across the room.

Sighing, he looked across to them and spoke up. "I would appreciate it if you would not gossip about me, or any other member of this crew for that matter. This is not a social meeting, it is your place of work. So please, get back to work, you wouldn't want to make Mr. Lecter late would you?"

The two crew members looked embarrassed and quickly hurried off to finish setting up. Will noticed a few other members of crew smile at him, it looked like he'd made a better impression on them.

"Problems?"

Will looked up meeting Hannibals eyes. "Nothing I can't handle" he answered. And walked with Hannibal to the kitchen.

Leaning against a counter he waited for the producer to stop speaking to Hannibal. "I have to go see Jack Crawford after the recording here, he wants to talk to me about my house."

Hannibal studied Will for a moment, while tying his apron around his waist. "That's fine, I can take myself to the next appointment." He finally said.

Will smiled a little at him, he knew the man didn't trust him completely yet, but he also knew Hannibal wouldn't miss work to follow him. "You can drop me off at the police station though, if it will make you feel better?" He offered.

Hannibal thought about it, it was true that he'd be able to make sure Will was going to where he was meant to be. "I'll drop you off."

"I don't know how long he'll keep me for, but if he doesn't keep me long I'll head over to the studio where you are having the interview. If not, I'll come home." Looking around at the crew, he made sure no one was watching and leaned up, whispering into Hannibals ear. "And then I'll make up for it tonight."

He moved away from the older man, a small smirk on his lips as he walked away to sit in his usual viewing corner. Looking back for a second, and seeing the lusty look in Hannibals' eyes.

After a while the recording kicked off, Beverly coming and taking a seat next to him as usual. He only paid half attention to Hannibal, the other half was focused on his Ipad. He'd brought up google maps, he was looking at what shops were close to the station, though he was only looking for one in particular.

'Aha, two blocks over.' He thought to himself as he clicked on a gun shop. And there was even a subway station nearby, he could easily catch a taxi from there back to the house.

Contented with his plan, he put the tablet down and watched Hannibal instead.

"Remember, seasoning your meat before cooking is always important." Picking up the pepper grinder, he held it over the bowl and turned the knob. "A little pepper, for poppy."

Will spat out the coffee, he was drinking. Earning him a few odd stares and an annoyed glance from the producer.

He held his hand up apologetically, handing the coffee to an amused Bev and leaving the room to clean himself up.


Will scanned the display cabinets, he wasn't an expert on guns, he just needed a simple handgun.

He looked at his watch, Jack had kept him for longer than expected but he still had enough time to get home before Hannibal.

"Could you recommend me a handgun that's easy to use please?" He asked. The redneck looking guy across the counter gave him a dirty look. They obviously didn't get many people like him into the store.

The man listed of several guns, taking them from the cabinets and placing them on the top, so Will could look at and handle them.

He really had no idea, he couldn't even remember which was which. He tried all of them, holding them a little awkwardly as he weighed them in his hand.

In the end, he picked the one that felt the best in his hand. He didn't get asked for a license or any kind of ID. Buying the gun and some bullets was as easy as buying a coffee at starbucks.


Will had hidden the gun in the bedroom, behind the bedside cabinet, on his side of the bed. He didn't want to hide it among his own possessions, in fear that Hannibal would find it.

Hearing the front door open and close, Will made his way downstairs. Composing himself he smiled at Hannibal. "How was the interview? I still feel bad for not being there. I only got in around ten minutes ago myself."

Hannibal hung his coat and scarf on the hooks by the door. "It was tiring, and mediocre." He answered. Will could tell he wasn't in the best of moods, but he never was after magazine interviews.

Raising his hand, Hannibal ran his fingers through Wills hair. This was his affectionate way of touching Will, he did it when he was pleased with the brunette in some way or another.

"Jack kept you long?" He asked. Removing his hand and walking through to the kitchen.

Will followed, and took a seat up to the breakfast bar. "The man can speak for days, and most of it wasn't even about my house." Will sighed, his words had some truth to it. He just hoped his acting was up to par.

Hannibal didn't answer, only listened as he brew some tea and thought about what he could cook them both for dinner. He was quite used to having Will around now.

"Apparently I will be able to go back to my own home in roughly two weeks time…." Will said in a slightly cautious way. He suspected that Hannibal was planning on keeping him around.

As if on cue, Hannibal turned round to face Will. "Do you want to go home, Will?" He asked, his face unreadable.

Will didn't answer straight away, he just stared the man back in the eyes. He's been meeting Hannibals eyes more and more often.

"I don't know." He finally said. He couldn't think of anything better to say.

"That's not a yes or no, Will." Hannibal said. He stepped forward and leant his hands on the island. "Is my company unsatisfactory?"

Will rolled his eyes at that and scoffed slightly. "If that was the case, I would have stayed at a hotel from the beginning…. And then maybe half of this mess wouldn't have happened."

"Mess?" Hannibal asked. He didn't sound too happy about that.

"Mess, meaning the Matthew Brown situation." Will said, trying to recover from his slip of the tongue. He hadn't meant to say that.

Hannibal just hummed and straightened up. His mouth was drawn into a line of disappointment. Will felt like the man was doing this too often lately.

"I don't want to go home." Will said. Hoping it would erase the mistake he'd just made. "Your company is more than satisfactory, I truly enjoy being here with you…"

It was all true, he really did enjoy being with Hannibal. The only thing stopping him from growing so attached to the man that he wouldn't be able to pull himself away, was the fact that he was a murderer. A serial killer. Cannibal.

Will sighed and ran a hand over his face. He was so confused, his mind had become muddled over the past couple of months. It was all this mans fault, but he couldn't find it in himself to hate him.

"I think I need a lie down." Will said, getting up from the stool.

"I shall call you when dinner is ready." Was all Hannibal said and watched as Will walk off.


Dinner had been quiet, neither saying a thing to each other about the earlier conversation. Now they both sat in the living room, Will was getting a little restless, he didn't like this awkward quiet.

Turning in his seat on the sofa he looked at Hannibal, who was reading a book. "I'm sorry… I really didn't mean what I said earlier. I'm just… Tired and still trying to get used to this."

Hannibal didn't look up from his book, he just sat and listened, casually flicking over the page.

"I was being honest though, when I said I didn't want to go home." Will spoke again, trying to coax something out of the older man.

Sighing slightly, Hannibal placed his bookmark into the book and slammed it shut. Leaning forward, he placed it onto the coffee table.

"You know there's always a place for you here, Will. Not that I was particularly planning on letting you move back into that house." Hannibal sat back and turned his head a little to look at Will.

"I suspected as much." Will smiled a little, though dreaded to think what Hannibal would have done if he tried leaving.

Raising his hand, the older man brushed his fingers through Wills hair in the usual manner, before gripping the back of it and pulling him in. The kiss was soft and a lot more gentle, compared to the iron grip entangled into his hair.

Melting, Will kissed back, gripping at Hannibals suit. He hated how weak he became from Hannibal Lecters touches, it confused him more. The man was slowly sucking all sense from him.

Pulling Wills head away, Hannibal studied his face, a small smirk on his face. Running the thumb from his spare hand over the other mans lips, he looked as Will took it into his mouth and sucked on it.

'No, I can't keep falling into this trap.' Will thought to himself as he sucked the thumb and then on some more of Hannibals fingers, looking him in the eyes. 'I'm going to catch you next, Hannibal Lecter.'