Both their phones going off at once roused Will from a rare lovely bit of deep sleep. Reaching for his phone, Will's waking brain noted that Hannibal was already dressed for the day at the perky hour of 4:27am, which was not a good sign for other people's survival in Will's opinion. He looked immaculate as ever while staring Will down, because that wasn't unnerving or anything. Nothing odd about a middle aged man in a plaid three piece suit laying on top of the covers, watching you sleep. Perfectly normal behavior.
At the same time of being creepy, Hannibal gave off the same energy of a little kid waiting for everyone else to wake up on Christmas morning. Will decided that this did not bode well for the rest of his day.
"Is it safe to assume you're the reason Jack is calling us at such an inhumane early hour, you absolute fucker?" Will groaned, "And why are you watching me sleep?"
"Language, Will. It's much too early for such vulgarity." Hannibal said as he put both their phones on silent without bothering to answer either one of them.
"Who's fucking fault is that?" There wasn't much more room for discussion or more vulgar language as Will was vividly reminded that he still had a vibrator, small as it was, situated within himself. Will's back arched off the bed, cursing vividly loud from the sudden intense stimulation.
"Would you like me to remove that, or do you wish to keep going?" Hannibal asked, making Will look over at him.
"Dunno. You're really overdressed, and I might get that suit of yours dirty." Will becoming very aware of how naked he was. If it came down to brass tacks, and it certainly felt like they were hurtling towards that, he had every intention of ruining Hannibal's ugly suit. The Ripper looked very pleased with himself about whatever the hell he had done.
"That's not a no." Hannibal smiled, unbothered. And it wasn't. Will tried to remember the last time he'd had sex. College? New Orleans? Maybe? Longer than he cared to remember was the real answer. With his 'gift', sex wasn't always the most enjoyable experience. He turned the idea of it lazily over in his mind. Everyone around them already thought they were screwing each other. Deniability was out the window at this point to the tune of "they doth protest too much".
"Is anyone dead?" Will heard himself ask as he stared up at the ceiling. He had no idea what he was doing anymore. Did any of it really matter? If he was going to get fucked over in the end, and he just knew he was, Will figured he might as well get laid. Hannibal seemed to be amazing at anything he chose to grace his considerable abilities upon, and the man was an unmitigated hedonist.
"Not yet." Was the surprising answer that Hannibal all but purred with that unique accent of his. It shouldn't have sounded as sexy as it did.
"So you just want to make Jack wait." Will pointed out as Hannibal efficiently stripped down faster than Will would have been able to undress him.
"I want to do a lot more than that." Hannibal said, smiling into the kiss as he claimed Will's mouth. "Will you allow me to?"
"Condoms?" Will sighed. In for a penny, in for a pound. He'd never had much preference when it came to gender. With his extreme empathy, Will's own arousal was mostly fueled by the other person's attraction to him.
"We can if you insist upon them, but we're both clean." And Hannibal was definitely attracted to him, exuding a heady amount of it. It blanketed Will, the weight of it oddly comforting. All Hannibal was thinking about and focused on was Will.
"What? Can you smell STDs or something?" Will grumbled, tried to anyway, but it was hard to keep that up with someone softly kissing your neck.
"I had your blood tested when you were getting your MRI."
"Of course you did." And he certainly didn't mean for that to come out too fondly or with so much acceptance. Will rolling into the feeling of it, allowing himself to look, really Look, at Hannibal, at the monster who was laving kisses on his skin. It was in that moment, Will realized something.
Hannibal...Hannibal could possible be the happiest person Will had come across. This was a sated predator. No desperation or anxiety that had eaten Hobbs alive in the end existed in Hannibal. He was pond of still moonlit winter water. There was no fear of being caught, or guilt over grisly deeds done to others with extreme prejudice. He was legit happy to be here in bed with Will, thrilled even. Hannibal had done something on this night he was particularly proud about, and was ever so pleased with life. Will had never been with someone who was truly excited to be with him. It's was almost daunting.
"You need to calm down. I'll only going to disappoint you." Which was definitely not pillow talk.
"What do you see?" Hannibal only smiled, pressing that joy into Will's skin. The Ripper was surprisingly delicate with his affections.
"Faith."' Was the best Will could do as Hannibal tasted different parts of his body at leisure: his neck, collarbones, navel, and the V of his hips. Will's answer wasn't perfect, but it also wasn't too far off. Hannibal had such certainty in his abilities, of what he was, of what he did. There was no residual remorse of 'oh god, what have I done'. Zip, zero. Hannibal believed in what he did, and he did it well. That was the long and short of it. When Will looked into Hannibal, he mostly definitely saw the monster, but it was always in languid repose, sated, no nervousness or frenzy to it.
"Not in a higher power surely." Hannibal paused in his devotions to study Will.
"Oh, you believe in God." Will told him without hesitation.
"Do I?" Oh, and the monster was pleased, pleased and curious and entertained.
"You just don't give a red hot damn about him, or Heaven's opinion of you."
"I find God interesting. Nothing I will ever do in this life will even compare to God's cruelty."
"You're in a competition you can never win with God." Will said in momentary wonder at the insight, not bothering to make it a question.
"If one does what god does enough times one will become as god." Hannibal said, reminding Will that, oh yeah, the good doctor was as crazy as a soup sandwich.
Having nothing to add to that, Will just sighed, sitting up to reach for Hannibal, who grew still under his touch. Cupping that angular face to rub his thumbs across razor cheekbones, Will looked into Hannibal's blood stained eyes, and allowed his pendulum to swing.
Swish, swish, swish.
In the staging area of his mind, Will stood on the edges of Hannibal's pond, its surface like a mirror. It's waters were black, but shafts of moonlight revealed that the bottom of it was white. The water filled pit was littered full of bones and gleaming skulls. It was a dangerous game to wade out into that moonlit winter pond while playing riddles in the dark with the monster in bed with him.
If Will wasn't careful, one misstep could send him into deeper waters than he was prepared for. If he wasn't clever, misspoken answers would earn him a place at Hannibal's table on the other side of it. Sink, freeze, get eaten, or swim seemed to be his only choices.
One thing about Will though. He was one hell of a swimmer. Mentally, he took a running leap to cannonball the perfect surface of that pond.
"I'm asking." It was amazing how heavy two words could be, what meaning they could carry.
Hannibal kept Will on his back until he was able to stand tall in other areas. Will didn't know what to think when Hannibal straddled him, but he got with the program as Hannibal slowly lowered himself down inch by inch onto his cock until he bottommed out with a gentle sigh.
Will braced his heels against the bed as he got a good grip on Hannibal's hips, fucking up into him as he pressed down with his hands. The sound Hannibal made in response was near sublime. Will told himself that he should have known that Hannibal would be a power bottom, or at very least, he was for him.
Will rolled them so Hannibal was finally underneath him, and damn, didn't that feel good. Long legs were slotted over the profiler's shoulders, Will taking great pleasure in pinning Hannibal's hands against the bed. He thrusted hard and fast like this, driving himself into Hannibal's welcoming body, just like how the sadist wanted. The other side of empathy was while Will was being filled with his partner's want for his, their needs were also noted, little preferences that sometimes take years to figure out.
Which was why without warning, Will broke eye contact to turn his head, sinking his teeth into the meat of Hannibal's thigh. He clamped down to bruise and bleed the flesh, allowing the taste of iron coat his mouth and stain his teeth. Letting go, his mouth still stained red, he leaned in to kiss the Ripper, messy and wet. Hannibal's came untouched, hard enough to stripe his belly up to his chest. Will felt ridiculous about feeling so proud about that. Will confirmed Hannibal oral fixation by running his fingers through the mess, licking the semen off of his fingers, feeling no shame about it because Hannibal felt no shame about it. If anything, the Ripper was enthralled.
"Do you want me to stop?" Will already knew the answer, but it was polite, and Hannibal valued that a lot.
"Absolutely not." Hannibal said, breaking Will's hold on his wrists easily to lean up on his elbows. Looping an arm around Will's neck, Hannibal pulled Will in to kiss him hard, ending it with teeth. "Keep going." He ordered as he licked their combined blood off of Will's lips.
Will's hips jerked into abrupt motion by that damnable vibrator, Hannibal's decision in the matter final as he worked the settings up and down in time to Will's thrusts. He couldn't last long under that kind of stimulation. Will came with a shout, spilling himself deep inside Hannibal. He fell forward, ridiculously strong arms encouraging this as Will laid himself out across Hannibal, losing the ability to tell where they began and ended for a moment.
"Holy shit, I just fucked the Chesapeake Ripper." Was the first dazed thought knocking around in the confines of Will's skull now that he wasn't keyed into Hannibal. Nice as it was, they couldn't stay like this for long. They both knew it.
"Okay, let's go see what kind of mess you've made before Jack comes round to get another eyeful.