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"You look tired. Come back to mine."
"Why? Are you going to kill someone if I don't?" All the wine had made Will carelessly brave, the profiler directing an open grin at the Ripper.
"I'll do that anyway, regardless of what you decide." Hannibal looked downright cheerful about that, the absolute fucker.
"Crap, I'm drunk enough to think you're funny. That's not a good sign." Will said aloud instead of thinking. "Hold up. You can't drive. You're drunk too."
"I assure you I'm not. You were very generous with yourself tonight, more so than I was." Hannibal said, Will vaguely recalling that they had been drinking at very different paces.
"Fine. Whatever, but no funny business. I can't drive like this, and a ride back to Wolf Trap would be expensive."
"I promise to be the perfect host and gentleman." Hannibal said as he opened the Bentley's door for him.
Will rolled his eyes at Hannibal, deciding that it wasn't worth commenting on. He knew he could insist on getting a hotel instead, but Will was tired in so many different ways. His body, mind, heart, and soul all ached, one replacing the other when it dared to lessen. All the wine had made him morose.
Dimly becoming aware of his surroundings again, Will realized that he must have fallen asleep in the car because he was back in Hannibal's bedroom. Still in his own clothing, but definitely not in the Bentley anymore. Will hazily wondered if Hannibal had some strange kink for carrying him around.
"It's not a well documented fetish, but it is referred to as LC, which is short for Lift and Carry'." Hannibal said, making Will realize that he was speaking his thoughts again. He arrived with a carafe that looked like art full of water and two glass, reminding Will that he was still very drunk, and getting a headache from all the wine. "LC fetishism has been linked with anasteemaphilia, which is when one gets sexually aroused by having a partner that is taller or shorter than themselves."
"You're not that much taller than I am." Will squinted up at Hannibal.
"True, but I am much, much stronger than you are, which is another factor that plays into this fetish." The proof was in the pudding on that one. No need to uselessly argue that point.
"Well?" Will waited, getting no immediate answer. "Do you? Are you into LC?"
"Not particularly. I just like touching you." Hannibal demonstrated this by running his knuckles down Will's cheek. Like always, the Ripper's skin was winter kissed chilly to the touch.
"I'm your fetish?" Will asked pointe blank.
"Let me bathe you before bed. It smells like you've skipped a couple days in a row thanks to Jack." Hannibal tried out his old friend misdirection. Drunk or not, Will was well acquainted with the concept though.
"That's not a no."
"Drink your water."
"You first." Will glared at the glass being offered to him instead of taking it.
"Will, it's not poisoned." Hannibal sounded amused that Will would even begin to think that.
"It could be drugged."
"Why would I do that?" Hannibal seemed genuinely curious about the profiler's answer rather than upset or bothered. Will tried to think up something to tell him, emphasis on tried.
"I don't know, but you're you so take a drink from both of them first." Will ordered, Hannibal dutifully drinking half a glass from each to no ill effect.
"Are you satisfied? May we get cleaned up now?" Hannibal handing off the water.
"I still hate you." Will said drinking one glass after the other upon realizing how thirsty he was. Hannibal poured them another glass each, emptying the carafe. Will drank that one down too, but only after watching Hannibal drink his own first.
"That's not a no." Hannibal teased as he set aside the glasses for them. Standing beside the bed next to Will, he reached over to start playing with the top button of Will's flannel.
"Why is there someone else you want to walk in us while we're naked?" Will sassed, crooking an eyebrow at his host.
"All the doors are locked, and the alarm is on." Should not have sounded like foreplay.
"You're such an asshole." Will sighed, rising up as Hannibal fell forward to press their lips together.
The kiss was...the kiss was like coming home, warm and nice and familiar, and Hannibal clung to Will like the profiler was going to disappear any second in a puff of smoke. Will knew he would have marks on his back from brutally strong hands. He didn't care as he bruised Hannibal in return. It was everything he ever wanted, and Will cursed himself to Hell and back for needing it.
They parted to rest their foreheads together, both needing to breath. That, and Will starting to get the spins. He said as much while Hannibal quickly undressed them both. To his dismay, Will was picked up again, and walked over to the shower. The giant jacuzzi tub was already in the process of being filled. There was another carafe beside it, on ice and filled with what looked like juice. Will wondered what else Hannibal had had time to do while the profiler was blacked out, which it being Hannibal could literally be anything from a new crime scene to baked goods.
"You can't keep doing that! Put me dow—Fuck!" Will yelped as he was put into a cold shower to be clinically scrubbed down. "What the hell?!"
"For the nausea. You were looking a little green around your edges." Of course Hannibal wasn't bothered by an ice cold shower, the only thing reacting to it were his nipples and dick. Will was sure the frigid temperature wasn't doing anything kind to his nether regions either.
After a few minutes, Will had to admit Hannibal was right, the cold shower dispelling any sense of queasiness.
"Better. Want out." Will chattered out.
"Good. The bath is ready." And it smelled amazing, like something drinkable for a cold days, maybe with some whiskey added to it. Whatever Hannibal had put in it smelled tantalizingly herbaceous and lemony.
The bath was too hot at first, making Will's chilled flesh sharply tingle until it settling down into something far more tolerable. The headache that had threatened to emerge from before had somehow transformed itself into a euphoric fog, one that Will was beginning to get lost in. Everything just felt so nice, sounded so nice. Vivaldi was being played somewhere in the background, entrancing Will to just listen in on it with his eyes closed and sway.
When the symphony switched to something else classical, Will opened his eyes to find the lights all had a multifaceted glow to them, and the sparkle of water was alluring, a little too much so.
"You drugged the water, you fucking prick." Will confirmed by checking his eyes in the mirror like chrome of the fixtures which were suddenly so fascinating. His pupils were blown, just a thin blue line left around them. He groaned into his hands.
"I never said I didn't. I will remind you that I asked you why I would." Hannibal said, sounding so very pleased with himself. Will tried to stir up some anger about it, but then, Hannibal turned on the jets, causing Will to lose track of everything as he moaned in ecstasy from it.
"Molly?" Will gasped out.
"MDMA blended with a few others things, my own recipe."
"I'll admit I am surprised you do drugs."
"Will, I didn't buy these from some street corner dealer who's cutting their product with baby powder and god knows what else. I'm very careful about what I put into my body so I make my own." Hannibal pointed out, "MDMA is also currently being researched as a possible cure for depression and suicidal tendencies."
"So what? You're just ahead of the curve?"
"How do you feel?"
"Not gonna lie. Really fucking good." More accurately, he was blissed out of his mind, every mind mirror and nerve ending focused on pleasure as he watched as water and light seemed to merge, dripping off of his fingertips.
"Come here. Let me make it even better." Hannibal offered, and Will made the mistake of looking over to meet his eyes.
Will hated eyes. Eyes always showed him too little, or too much. In this moment, it was the latter.
"Oh..." was all Will could think to say as the entirety of his empathy absorbed all of Hannibal's calm, his joy, his lust, his admiration, and something else that intensely burned in the back of all that, something Will didn't have it in him to name. The empath surged foward, splashing water out of the tub as he rushed to kiss Hannibal, making their osmosis stop before he became too overwhelmed by all that was Hannibal.
"Wondrous, but not what I had in mind just yet." Hannibal said as they parted, using gentle hands to turn Will around so that he could settle himself against the older man's chest.
Apparently, what Hannibal intended to do was to run light trailing touches across and over Will's arms, shoulders, and chest while gently kissing the back of his neck, and whispering foreign things in his ear. Will arched and moaned in response, his body alight with the pleasurable sensations that kept repeating themselves like the push and pull of the tide.
Hannibal seemed intent on making Will climax through soft nonsexual touches alone. They were both hard, but neither were in a rush, Hannibal content to press himself against Will's back while he unraveled the empath with his gentle fingertips.
Will's orgasm was almost an afterthought compared to the entirety of what he was experiencing, but by the end of it was enough to overload him, Will blacking out for a moment as he was held in place through it.
"Did I just ejaculate hard enough to pass out?" Will blinked stars out of his eyes. He wasn't complaining, and it felt like it had done the trick for Hannibal as well.
"It would appear so. Drink this." Hannibal had the audacity to say. It appeared to be a tall glass of orange juice, but then again, the water had looked and tasted just like regular water.
"I have to work tomorrow. I can't be high all night." Will knew MDMA only had a burn time of around four hours.
"No, you don't. Alana is going to cover your classes, and Jack has been warned off as well. I've told both that you needs a few days to recover." Hannibal told him.
"What is it? What's in it?" Will side eyed the glass. He'd yell at Hannibal tomorrow about messing with his life, futile posturing it would be. He might as well yell at a cat for knocking cups off of ledges.
"Orange juice made from oranges I squeezed myself. No additives, I promise."
"Fuck it." Will was parched so he decided to roll the dice on this one.
"You should know that orange juice is a natural booster for MDMA." Hannibal told him after he'd drunk the entire glass because the Ripper was bag of dicks.
"Of course it is." Will threw up his hands in defeat. "Let's move this to the bed. I don't care how fucked up I am, I'm not sitting in semen water."
"Let's."