Couples normally fall into a routine. Everything is new in the beginning. Will himself had passed the phase of ''gold days'' a few times. Would it be different with the doctor? He didn't think he was in love, but he had never been in love so how could he know? I mean, people normally tell you that the simptons are trembling knees, heart beating faster and other silly things but Will was different.
He had never been comfortable around people in general. It was the contrary with him. Only when around the doctor did he feel comfortable. Not in a boring way. Things would never be boring with that man. Will had so much to learn. If they were going to take this further, they couldn't keep it a secret from the department.
No, he didn't think Jack would be prejudiced but Hannibal was his psychiatrist and worked in the same investigation so it couldn't be allowed.
When Alana said he wanted to meet ''her'', Will didn't correct her. She didn't know about his new inclination. Was it new? Or was it that Hannibal was so sexy that men turned gay for him? He was the first to wake up that night. Something was bothering him, gut feeling, but he kept lay on the bed.
He discreetly glued to Hannibal like a vine and shameless rubbed on him when he didn't wake up. He thought of making a surprise to Hannibal. At first he was shy about it but he was his lover after all. He could do it.
When Hannibal woke up, it was bliss. He had this funny sensation between his legs, it tickled, but he didn't open his eyes yet, searching for Will with his arms around the bed. When he suddenly felt a tongue around his cock and hands on his hips, a moan escaped his lips without his permission.
He opened his sleepy eyes and there was a form moving up and down under his 1500 thread count egyptian cotton sheets. With his hand, he threw it off and discovered a familiar face, that he had just seen in his dreams but he would think about that in a later chapter. He was glad he had let the curtains open because the newborn sun was just peaking at them, giving a spotlight to the fellatio experience.
This wasn't porn, nor sex, it was art. There was a whole palette of colors there and so many shades of red, his favorite color. Red lips, red swollen head.
He took Will by the hair and mercilessly pounded in his mouth, pleasure rippling through him. He grind against the bed, contracted his muscles and finally came inside Will's little mouth. He was surprised the man hadn't gagged and had even swallowed it all. To feel his seed shot inside that throat... When his cock softened Will let it go and coughed a few times.
''Are you fine?'' Hannibal asked, voice still rough.
''Never better'' he said, licking his lips and grinning ''I must say, Doctor, this was your best dish so far''
''Stop it, I didn't even elaborate it'' he feigned humbleness.
''I can't help asking, have you done this to other clients?'' Will acquired a serious tone.
''Clients? You make me sound like a... streetwalker. Patient is a better word''
''Why, sir, you seem to be avoiding the question'' Will wrapped his arms around him and used his chest as a pillow.
''Yes, I've done this before but'' the doctor made a dramatic pause ''only to the crazy ones''
''All your patients are crazy!'' Will protested and rolled to the other side of the bed, covering himself with the sheets.
''Too late for this now, I've already seen everything'' he reached for Will, tugging at the fabric.
''You only want me for my body''
''You're pouting''
''You don't deny it!''
''And you don't deny that you're pouting''
''I'm not'' he turned to the wall.
''Well, I should be getting up and preparing something to eat''
''Something to eat?'' Will said alerted at the same time his stomach rumbled.
''Nothing elaborated''
''Considering all your dishes taste good, even not elaborated ones, I should probably eat'' he said with a defeated expression.
''I thought you would'' Hannibal said with a knowing smile.
Everything seemed to be hearts and flowers, for them it would be literally cocks and swallows, but Hannibal was very concerned, he had been postponing the next step. He supposed he wasn't in a hurry, that was it, right?
It wasn't that he was in love, surely, because psychopaths are incapable of feeling, but he liked Will in his own way. The problem was that they couldn't be together like that for a long time.
Something elaborated had to be done, but with Will around him, like a puppy constantly asking for attention, he couldn't concentrate in elaborating anything. For the first time in a long time, Hannibal didn't have definitive plans.
Will was on his way home. He would take a shower, change clothes and get to the office, Jack had called him, again, fortunately he didn't interrupt any crucial moment. He was in such a good mood today, he didn't feel like working on the case.
He wished he could call in sick and stay home, eating crap and watching chick flicks. Not that he only watched this kind of movies but he was in the mood now. He wanted the same end of chick flicks to his life, a happily ever after. This was like his fetish, his deepest fantasy. At the same time he wanted warm cuddling he wanted kinky wild sex. He would never tell Hannibal that, nor anyone. He wanted someone to talk to (not about the kinky thing) and since he didn't have many friends, the first person that came to his mind was Alana. Why not? He called her.
''You still want to do something? Wanna come over tonight and watch crappy movies?''
''What's the menu?''
''Crap food and beer, just like old times''
''I'm in! I'm happy you called, I thought you weren't comfortable around me''
''Not entirely, but who could when close to a shrink?''
''No, don't use that terrible word! I promise I won't psychoanalyze you''
''I won't say shrink again if you won't mention psychoanalyze''
''Truce, our weakest points''
''I wish'' he sighed and said more cheerfully ''Tonight, then, at eight?''
''Yeah, see you later''
The morgue was full of bodies. All the victims of the PK had been aligned. When Will got there he hadn't understood the rush, Jack was busy with phone calls and lots of paper but Beverly was kind enough to give him a summary of the situation. There had been a breakthrough.
''We got the warrant to the puppet shop and guess what? Turns out there was a basement used to dissecate intestines''
''For what? I thought they were used in instruments''
''Yes, but it seems they have been using it to sew the rough parts of the puppets''
''No wonder they are so creepy looking'' Will frowned remembering the fugly things.
''Creepy and stinky''
''I actually though there was a strong smell of flowers''
''It surely wasn't intestines, they used glade essences'' she smirked.
''Why do you think is 'they'?''
''Because father and son worked on the shop, and both are missing''
''Have you found any prints?''
''We're still running results''
That meant he could go home after the meeting with the team and reading the new entries to PK file. He was about to excuse himself to get started but Beverly stopped him.
''You're funny looking'' Katz pointed out ''I mean, you look bright. Any good news?''
What was it that the women he knew kept remarking about his well-fucked looks?
''I actually met someone'' he told the truth, he liked and trusted Beverly.
''I knew it! You got that dreamy look and I was sure it wasn't because of the bodies'' she pointed to the tables beside them.
''Nah, I'm not into that'' he said ironic and surprised even himself making her an offer ''Do you want to watch a movie with me and Alana today?''
''She's the one?'' Beverly was surprised ''I wouldn't want to interrupt anything''
''No, no, it's a friend's night''
''Like a... sleepover'' she mocked.
''If you wanna call it that'' he said pretending to be wary, but he enjoyed her good humor.
When Will got home, it was already 6 o'clock. It had been easy to invite them but now he was afraid it was going to be awkward. He was ok with Alana, they had hung out together before but not with Beverly. He hoped he wasn't being forceful. If he was going to receive people in his house, he should clean a bit.
The house looked like a hell hole, he never had time to clean it. It's not that he liked to live like that. The dogs watched as he passed with the vacuum and whimpered when Will took their beds outside the house.
''Calm down, guys, I'm just taking the dust off'' he shooed them off when they barked at their pillows ''I know, I should probably shower you too but there's no time for all of you. Then it wouldn't be fair, would it?''
Will didn't always speak with his dogs, he enjoyed the silence of their company. That's why he needed to pass more time with humans, as much as it was out of his comfort zone, it was still nice. After showering and changing clothes, he finished preparing things.
Both women came within a few minutes of difference, Alana was surprised that Beverly was there, but delighted nonetheless. They exchanged niceties and as Alana used to do, she put the steak to fry. They all chatted but the real question came from Alana, though Beverly was curious as her.
Will didn't mind their curiosity but he couldn't tell everything.
''So who is she? You better start to tell everything''
''First thing then, it's not a she. I met a man'' he grinned at their appalled expressions.
Late update but here it is, hope you like it!