"There's no detectable consistency with the ripper's victims. He doesn't hunt exclusively within his own ethnic group. He's killed all creeds, colors, men and women."
They were back at Quantico now, Beverly kicking off the debate on whether or not Gideon was the Ripper.
"She has the exact same wound patterns as the last known victim of the Chesapeake Ripper. I mean exact." Zeller insisted, not winning any brownie points with Hannibal.
" We never found a body for his last known victim." Jack pointed out.
"Then the victim before that." Zeller said as he attempted to backpedal.
"I see the Ripper, but I don't...feel the Ripper." Will said in all seriousness, giving up on any trace of farce. He already knew Hannibal was going to make him regret today. No reason to further inflame an open wound. "This is definitely plagiarism."
"We never made the wound patterns of the Ripper's victims public." Jack made Will want to throw his hands up in frustration, and just flat out quit.
"Did you not say that Chilton used to consult for you?" Apparently, Hannibal was not going to put up with any of Jack's back and forth bullshit on this day. Will turned away to hide his momentary amusement.
"Yeah. Why?" It got Jack's attention.
"I believe Gideon may have been tampered with." Hannibal said, "Some individuals are very susceptible to psychic driving. I think Gideon might be one of them."
"You think he's been led to believe that he is the Ripper by Doctor Chilton?" Jack already looked convinced. Will hated them both for it.
"It's unethical, but entirely possible." Hannibal said.
"Damn, that's one hell of a mind fuck." Beverly said.
"What do you think Will?" Jack asked, like it mattered. Will was ready to leave.
"I think that if Gideon's a plagiarist, then the real Chesapeake Ripper is gonna make everyone know it if we're not careful. At the moment, Freddie Lounds's story is unconfirmed, making it the usual forgettable tabloid garage. If we leave it that way, the Ripper may choose to ignore it. At the very least, he'll have more reason to go after her than anyone else." Will said, attempting to keep Hannibal in check. It would probably be as successful as herding cats.
"Terrible shame if she ended up putting a target on her back." Price said dryly.
"I wouldn't wish that kind of killer on anyone, though if the Ripper did, I'd have to say that she brought it upon herself." Beverly surmised for them all.
"Spend a career poking at crazy, it shouldn't be a surprise when it pokes back." Will could tell that Zeller was as still sore about being used by the reporter. On that note, Hannibal and Will took their leave.
"I'm not going to kill, Ms. Lounds." Hannibal said as soon as they got into the Bentley.
"Perish the thought, but you do have to admit she's been terribly rude." Will said, instead of 'oh c'mon, why the fuck not'.
"Luckily for her, she's also terribly talented."
"So she is purely still alive because you like how she writes about you? Unbelievable. You are absolutely shameless."
"She has a flair for the dramatic." Said the king of the dramatic. "But if you ask me to kill her, I will. All you have to do is ask, be sincere about it, and I'll make her go away."
Will was blindsided by that last part, but not for the reasons he would have thought. His gut reaction to the Chesapeake Ripper's offer was a whispered 'yes' from deep within him, voiced in harmony by pride, want, and lust, each revelation more surprising than the last. That part of himself that Will always endeavored to ignore it was pleased: fascinated by the offer, greedy for it, grateful for it.
"That would be...be terrible." Will got himself back under control.
"You paused." Hannibal grinned, wicked and intent.
"Overactive imagination."
"I can tell." Were the words of damnation that reached Will's ear. He shivered, despite his best efforts not to.
"You can't smell that." Will was so done with that brand of bullshit.
"If I could not, then how do I know my offer to kill Ms. Lounds made you aroused?" But apparently, the bullshit wasn't done with him just yet.
"Oh fuck."
"I can do that too," Hannibal told him, "If you ask."
"If I ask you for what?"
"Anything within reason."
"What if I wanted to fuck you?
"I have no issue with that." Hannibal said easily.
"What does lust smell like?"
"Spicy. How does it make you feel to acknowledge your yearning?"
"How's does it make you feel?" Will shot back.
"Being wanted and desired by the only person of merit in my life is more fulfilling than I anticipated."
"So if I asked you to blow me, would you?"
"Are you asking?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Would you like me to pull over, or can it wait until we get back to my bed? Either is fine by me."
"Seriously? It's you, of course, you're being serious." Will stared Hannibal down, searching his profile for any clue to where this was going. "Why are you offering me this? It's a loss of control if I dictate the narrative. You don't make mistakes like that."
"It would only be a folly if I saw you as a lesser being."
"We're not equals. I'm not a killer."
"All in due time."
The drive back to Hannibal's house was interesting. Hannibal was starting to look quite pleased with life again while Will stressed out about what else Hannibal could smell on him, or if he was just screwing with him. Will was wrapped up in his own head about that he almost forget his request. He was reminded about it as soon as they crossed the threshold, Will's back hitting the wall.
And that's where Will found out that Hannibal lacked a gag reflex.
"Oh fuck, oh god," Will gasped out. Reminded of Hannibal's quick reflexes, the profiler was amazed by how quickly the Ripper has been gone from standing to kneeling. His pants and everything else was yanked down, Will not given any time to react to that as he was swallowed down all in one go, from tip to hilt. Will didn't know what to do about the Ripper nosing his pubic hair, who inhaled deeply there.
Of course, the cannibal serial killer would deep throat like a paid professional. Will dug his fingers into ridiculously soft hair breaking free of its product hold, large forceful hands keeping the empath's hips in place as Hannibal moved, setting a brutal pace to abuse the back of his throat. Will might have worried about him if it were anyone else.
Realizing that his eyes were screwed shut, Will made the mistake of opening them to look down. Hannibal's hair was an absolute mess, Will's fingers locking into like it was a lifeline were not helping.
Hannibal's eyes were open, looking straight up at Will, who blushed hot and red under the intense observation. It didn't last long because Will's gift kicked in full force, and then, nothing else mattered.
The world just fell away until it was just Hannibal and himself...because that's all Hannibal's immense powerful focus was solely upon, so much so it tunnel visioned Will's equally as powerful perception of the world, drowning the empath. Hannibal grew still as he watched the change over Will, who tightened his fingers in Hannibal's hair, taking control as he reset the pace to what he preferred. Bruising hands left off of angular hips to be more useful elsewhere, exploring the rest of Will's nether regions.
There was the tear of foil, Will managing not to flinch as slick fingers traced their tips over his balls and past the perineum to find his hole.
"Seriously? You carry lube with you.?" Will hissed, first finger pressing against and then through any resistance it felt. It left Will feeling like a live wire. In this moment, Hannibal's want and need for him was a riptide current that had torn Will right off of his feet, pulling him way far out into the Ripper's depths.
Something more than fingers was pressed past his entrance, something solid. Before Will could ask what it was, Hannibal pressed a button. Will pitched forward at the slightest vibration, his hands leaving Hannibal's hair to pressed bruises into his shoulders.
"And apparently, sex toys." Will said, "I'm not going to last long if you keep that up."
Hannibal played his body like an instrument, bringing him almost to completion with his mouth alone, fiddling on Will's nerves with the vibrator to only toy with him, leaving Will on edge for an unknown period of time. All he knew for the time being was the push and pull of pulses, Hannibal's mouth, and the depths of fathomless maroon shark eyes. See too little, see too much. Will was drowning, and he couldn't bring himself to care as he clutched at locks of soft hair.
With his usual sense of impeccable timing, Hannibal swallowed hard around Will's cock. At the same time, the vibrator's highest setting was kicked into gear. The orgasm felt like it was ripped out of him, Will crying out loudly from it as he poured himself down Hannibal's throat.
It was glorious. It was painful. It was one of the most fulfilling moments in Will's life thus far. Ultimately though, it was also very overwhelming, Will barely aware as his bones melted, and he was laid out on his back across the marble floor. He felt himself being licked clean, arching in complaint when the stimulation got too much to continue, and his oversensitive dick finally tucked away. Will noticed that the vibrator was left where it was, nestling inside him.
"That was an above and beyond blowjob. As always, you exceed expectation." Will said, "And you're carrying me again. I think it's safe to say that you have a fetish, Doctor."
"Only for you, mielasis."