Winston ran after the stick that Hannibal threw. He was a lot happier in the mountain; the terrain was a lot bigger than back home. Winston had taken a liking to Hannibal. Will had found Winston on the couch sleeping right next to a napping Hannibal; usually, Hannibal disliked Winston staying on his couch or bed because of the dog hair.
Nevertheless, Hannibal dismissed it after a while. Winston brought the stick back, he jumped up—begging Hannibal to throw it once more. Hannibal threw it once more; he made sure to throw it a little farther than the last time. He made his way to Will who was sitting near the cabin.
"Guess you can be a baseball player after this session of fetch." Will teased. Hannibal kissed Will's lips before sitting next to him.
"We should head inside soon." Hannibal said, "It's getting dark." Will nodded and looked up at the orange tinted sky.
"I didn't want to say anything about it… but, the man in the sketch…" Will turned to Hannibal, "He looks a little like Professor Budge, doesn't he?"
"I'm sure that it is nothing to worry about."
Will had this uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach. He figured it was just his own nervous fits that he was used to having. He then remembered that he had not taken his medicine for about two days. It used to be routine to take the medicine at certain times. But because Hannibal had kept him busy the entire time it was a forgotten memory. Hannibal noticed Will day dreaming once more and was about to reach over to reassure him that it was not Tobias. However, Winston's bark made them both turn to the dog. The stick was in front of Hannibal once more.
"You're right," Hannibal chuckled and threw it once more, "I might be able to join a baseball team." Will laughed along with Hannibal, "What were you thinking about, Will?" Will was not sure if he should worry Hannibal with such trivial thoughts.
"It's just, I have not taken my medicine for two days… and I feel better than I have in years." Will admitted.
"I must be having an effect on you." Hannibal smiled. Will rolled his eyes with a tinge of red to his cheeks.
Winston came back with the stick, but there was no more playing with the dog. The sun began to set as Hannibal and Will went inside of the cabin. Hannibal grabbed Will's hand and pulled him into an embrace. He kissed him lightly on his pinkish lips and waited for the other to respond. He pushed Will against the door of the cabin which made Winston emit a small bark. Will pulled away and leaned his head against the door.
"Are you planning no sleep for tonight as well, Dr. Lecter?" Will hummed as he rubbed his hands on Hannibal's side. He kissed Will's neck at the statement, which meant a yes, "Vacations are supposed to be for resting…"
"You'll get plenty of rest afterwards."
Will chuckled and pulled at Hannibal's tidily tucked shirt. Hannibal nipped at Will's neck and rubbed his knee on Will's steadily hardening erection. However, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Will groaned because of interruption, but the reaction amused Hannibal.
"I'll get it."
Will pulled from Hannibal's grip and went into their bedroom. Hannibal unlocked the door and cracked it open. The cold wind from the outside began to fill the cabin's warm air. The man who had been knocking was the music professor, Tobias Budge. Hannibal glared slightly, but quickly changed his expression.
"Professor Budge, what are you doing here?" Hannibal said. The man caught Hannibal off guard, therefore making him annoyed at the fact he interrupted. Besides, he never thought he would see a colleague.
"I have my own cabin up here, Dr. Lecter, I like to compose here." Tobias replied, "But, I ran out of water in my cabin and the station is too far for me to go at this hour. I was hoping you had some to spare."
"Hannibal, do you know where-?" Will came out of the bedroom and completely stopped when he saw Tobias standing at the door in front of Hannibal, "Oh… um… Hello, Professor Budge."
"Good evening, Will." He replied. There was a dead silence and looks between them, as if they were waiting for someone to make the first move.
"I'll get some water for you." Hannibal said, breaking the silence, "I have some spare gallons in the basement."
Hannibal moved passed Will to the basement of the cabin. Will starred at Tobias. He cleared his throat and moved further into the living room. Winston growled as Tobias was moving further into the cabin and closing the door.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Graham?" Tobias asked. He moved towards Will. The words Mr. Graham made Will twitch; only because it sounded wrong in Tobias' mouth.
"I… um… I'm fishing with Dr. Lecter."
Tobias nodded and glanced around the room. He was closer to Will now—about arms distance. Will felt something telling him to run or fight off Tobias; he felt like Tobias was the man in the sketch that the ranger had brought the other day.
"I'm rather, parched, would you mind giving me something to drink?" Tobias smiled lightly and Will went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Tobias glanced at the door of the basement and closed it lightly—made sure that there was no sound to be heard.
Will pulled a bottle of water and as he closed the door of the fridge, a hand was placed on his mouth and he was flipped around with his arm bent in back of him. Tobias slicked his arm around Will's neck—the ability to scream was no longer inside of Will. His eyes were closing slowly and his heart racing with fear.
When Will opened his eyes, he had to make sure his eyes were actually opened; the room was very dark and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness it became apparent that he did not know where he was. He tried to calm himself.
However, the moment his mind thought of Hannibal he knew that there was no way he would be calm. If Tobias had done something to Hannibal, Will—knew—that something might never be the same within him. He tugged at his wrists which were tied up at the ceiling. He was not dangling off of his feet. He was standing with his torso stretched due to his limbs being pulled upwards with his feet tied together.
Will tugged, but there was no way he would get out of the bonds. The door of the room opened; the light from the outside creped in. Will glared at Tobias, who was standing at the doorway. A smirk planted firmly on his face and his eyes clearly showing signs of hate and wrath.
"I'm guessing you're not here for composing?" Will growled. Tobias turned the lights of his cabin—Will flinched at the light and turned his side to Tobias. The rope at his hands tightening up a bit more.
"No, I'm not here to compose…" Tobias circled Will and twirled him around trying to see him fully. Will was thankful that he—at least—still had clothes on.
"Then, why?" Will asked and Tobias stopped in front of him.
"To admire the man that you have manipulated." Tobias said.
"Me?"
"Yes," Tobias walked towards a closet and pulled something, "Hannibal Lecter is an amazing artist… have you seen his work?"
"I have."
"You've seen the public gallery." Tobias pulled, what looked like instrumental strings, "You have not seen his private collection."
Before Will could even respond, Tobias used the strings to hit Will. The pain surged through his body and Will screamed at the sudden hit—blood began to surge out of the cut. Tobias stepped towards Will and held his jaw to look at him.
"I have no idea, what you have done to Hannibal…" Tobias glared, "But, I'll be sure to do him a favor, with this."
Tobias pulled a knife and cut Will's shirt. He used the strings to keep on torturing Will. Each scream that Will emitted brought satisfaction upon the other. Tears began to fall from the corners of Will's eyes—he tried to think of a way out. Tobias was too far to kick or injure somehow; even if he could, there was no way he would get out of the restraints in time to run away.
"Wa-wait!" Will yelled, "What if I left Dr. Lecter alone?"
"Nice try," Tobias said, "But it won't work. You'll only go back."
"How am I at fault?" Will yelled, hoping not to get whipped again. Tobias rolled his eyes and pulled something else from the closet.
"You have made it so that, Dr. Lecter no longer creates like he used to." Tobias stated before using his knife to cut Will's jeans.
His bare legs exposed to the cold. Tobias left the room for a minute, only to come back with a bucket of cold water to splash onto Will. Tobias did not care how messy the room got. Will shivered as the cold air blew through the room. Tobias whipped Will more, causing cuts to appear on his bare legs and torso.
Will bit at his tongue and tried to focus on something that was not the pain he felt at that moment. Tobias moved towards Will and pulled his head back with a tight grip on his head. He put the strings Will's neck and tugged. The strings pressed violently onto his carotid. Will gasped for air and squirmed to get Tobias to stop—but he knew that it was futile.
Tobias let go to let Will cough and gasp for some air. He hit Will a couple of times as he tried to get more air. Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the outside. Will jolted up and Tobias turned to the sound. Neither of them moved, until Tobias made way towards the entrance of the room.
The knob turned and Will yelled for help. Tobias swung the door open and there was the first punch to be delivered. Tobias stumbled back and fell onto the floor. Hannibal came in huffing and puffing; he proceeded to untie Will's hands.
"Hannibal-!"
Hannibal turned and caught the cat gut strings around his forearm. Will tugged on the rope making it break. He fumbled to untie his ankles as Hannibal fought against Tobias. Will did not pay much attention to the fight, instead looked around the room to find something to help Hannibal with—the knife Tobias had or a gun, something.
He heard a straining sound coming from Hannibal. Will jerked back, only to find Hannibal half-conscious because of the string wrapped around his neck. Will found a gun at the closet where Tobias had all the things. He had shot a gun before—many times actually—one of the few things his father and he bonded over.
He checked the safety and felt that it was loaded. Will pointed the gun at Tobias. It caught the man's attention. Tobias let out a hardy laugh and let go of Hannibal—who was unconscious.
"You're not going to actually shoot?"
"Don't test me." Will growled.
His body shivered at the sudden surge of rage and satisfaction ran up his body. His body still in pain from the abuse he went through. Tobias swung the string in his hand and Will flinched. He launched himself at Will, but Will pulled the trigger.
The sound echoed through the room—Will felt like the sound echoed through the mountain and everyone heard it. Tobias stopped and looked at the shot on his shoulder; he screamed and Will fired three other times. His hands shaking, but his expression unchanged. Blood splattered onto Will's face; his features coated with red. Tobias fell onto the floor and Will lowered the weapon.
Hannibal groaned on the floor as if the shots that were fired had awakened him somehow. He lifted himself off of the floor—the first thing in his vision was the body of Tobias. He glanced at Will. Will starred at Tobias, his mind blank. Hannibal got up and limped towards Will. He reached for the gun and pulled it away from his hand.
"I… I killed him…" Will mumbled. Hannibal put the gun in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled Will into an embrace. He held Will's head to his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around Will's waist. Will wrapped his arms around Hannibal, "I… I have to turn myself in-!"
"Will," Hannibal pulled away for a moment to meet eyes with the younger man, "If you do so, even if you say it was self-defense, you will go to prison and prison is not something you would do well in."
Will starred at Tobias' unmoving face. He felt Hannibal's warmth against him. The only thing he kept reassuring himself was that what he did was worth it. He saved Hannibal and himself from Tobias.
"Don't worry about this Will." Hannibal said, "Go to outside to the living room and wait for me. We'll go back to the cabin. You'll rest and when you wake up; we'll bathe and I'll tend to your wounds… okay?"
Will nodded and Hannibal let go of him and Will walked to the living room. He had no idea what Hannibal would do, but in reality, he really did not care. He was trying to fight his own demons. He was trying to cope with the fact that he actually—enjoyed—having that kind of power over someone's life.
Hannibal lowered Will into the warm water. Will hissed as the water stung at his cuts. His muscles and body becoming undone in the warm, soothing water. Hannibal stepped inside of the tub with him. He sat behind Will and pulled Will to lie back onto him. The bathtub big enough to hold both of them and have extra elbow room.
"They'll know he's missing." Will muttered.
"Sh…" Hannibal hushed, "They won't know."
"What are we going to say?" Will starred at the ceiling, "They'll know we were up here together."
"If they ask, we were here together as colleagues." Hannibal said, nonchalantly, "Researching the effects of nature and encephalitis." The statement made Will chuckle.
"The two have no correlation."
"Maybe I'll have a breakthrough." Hannibal kissed Will's temple. The water tinting to a slight pink.
"How did you know I had encephalitis?" Will asked, he lifted himself off of Hannibal and leaned forward, his back still to him, "I know you did not look at my medication." Hannibal poured some water on Will's back and kissed his neck.
"I can smell it on you." Hannibal responded.
"Smell?" Will turned back, "You can smell it on me?"
"Yes, it's a very heated and fevered sweetness." Hannibal replied. Will felt a shiver course through his body.
"How can you smell a sickness?" Will leaned back down onto Hannibal's torso and kissed the man's jawline.
"Years of practice, my sweet." Hannibal assured. He brushed his hands on Will's chest. The water stinging the man's cuts.
Will looked into the man's eyes. That threatening, lustful look still in his eyes. Why did he find the man so alluring? Hannibal kissed Will's awaiting lips. Will turned his body and got on his knees in the bathtub. Each knee at either side of Hannibal's thighs. Hannibal cupped Will's ass and placed a finger inside. Will gasped at the entrance, the sensation of the water inside of him different.
"Th-this is bad…" Will admitted as Hannibal fingered him and sucked on the skin of his neck.
"How so?" Hannibal uttered.
"Murder makes me horny."
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