Summary: Will Graham remembers how his relationship with Hannibal Lecter, psychiatrist and serial killer, started. As time goes on, both become more protective and possessive of the other. What would Will do when he feels his happiness with the man is in jeopardy?
I have to admit, I was remembering a scene from a Brazilian soap opera I saw back in the 2000 and I liked the woman's style when defending her position next to the powerful man she was with. I can totally see a dark Will doing the same.
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IT'S IN YOUR SMILE
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There was a time, almost a lifetime ago, when William Graham had been happy with his life.
Well, maybe not completely happy, but quite content with it. He had a stable job, a house in the middle of nowhere and several dogs to help him fight his loneliness and occasional nightmares. It wasn't what most people would call a perfect life, but it was perfect for him.
Or so he had thought until he allowed Jack Crawford to convince him to help him with a case and he met him.
Hannibal Lecter.
Doctor Hannibal Lecter.
Ex-surgeon and psychiatrist.
And soon Will would also discover, a cannibalistic serial killer.
However, that discovery hadn't shocked him as much as he had expected. And neither had he run to Jack Crawford to share what he knew, no matter how much he knew the older man was obsessed with catching the Chesapeake killer.
Instead, he had felt excitement run through his veins. An excitement that had terrified him at first, causing him to avoid the psychiatrist like the plague. But when he found out that another serial killer, nowhere near in Doctor Lecter's league in Will's opinion, had tried to kill him, he had seen red.
He had driven as fast as possible to the man's office and had been relieved to see him sitting at his desk, with a wound on his thigh, but unharmed in every other way. The other man, Tobias Fudge, however, hadn't fared as well as Hannibal, lying there on the floor, dead and with a giant puddle of blood around his head.
Will hadn't said anything when he entered the office, simply looking at Hannibal and feeling relieved to see the man had survived the attack, and judging by the psychiatrist's look, he had also seemed relieved to see Will, which had only confused him. Why would he had been worried for Will?
Minute after Will's arrival the paramedics entered at the office and despite Will's desire to help the other man dress his wound, he allowed the EMTs to work on the man. After all, he didn't want anyone else to notice his excitement over seeing the European triumph over a lesser foe. Least of all the man himself.
At least not yet.
Once the paramedics had left with the body in a bag, and Jack Crawford had gotten Hannibal's statement, Will made sure to be the one to drive him home and fuss over him without any onlookers. They entered the house slowly, Hannibal limping his way to the kitchen despite Will's protests. He even tried to make Will relax and was just about to start getting ingredients out of his fridge, when Will stood up and close it forcefully, surprising Hannibal.
"You should be resting." - He reminded the psychiatrist.
"I am feeling fine, William." - Hannibal told him.
"Still, you have to sit down and rest your leg." - Will saw Hannibal about to argue, so he simply held his hand and pulled him towards the living room. - "Please." - He said, looking straight into his eyes. Hannibal sighed but didn't dare say anything and let himself be dragged into his favorite armchair.
Will, no longer wanting to wait and keep playing games with the man, knelt in front of him, still looking at him and resting his hand over the bandage, caressing it meaningfully. Hannibal, after a few moments, lay his hand on top of Wills and slowly raised it to his lips.
"Hannibal…" - Will sighed, and next thing they knew, they were locked in a furious battle, kissing passionately, hands caressing anywhere they could reach.
Before Will knew what had happened, Hannibal laid him on the floor, getting on top of him and starting to rut against him. Will groaned at the sensations running through his body, clinging to Hannibal's back and arching his body to feel more.
He wanted more.
No, he needed more.
Hannibal seemed to sense his desperation, because he rose slightly and unbuttoned both their pants and lowered their underwear before resuming his position between Will''s legs, their cocks rubbing against their stomachs, making both of them shiver in pleasure. Will tried to kiss Hannibal again, but the man simply took hold of his neck and pressed his head to the side, sinking his teeth into the pale skin of his neck, growling when his sharp teeth pierced the skin and he could taste Will's blood.
That was enough to make Will scream, spilling all over himself and Hannibal, whimpering form the intense orgasm. Such animalistic sound were all Hannibal needed to come too, painting Will's stomach with his come, marking him as much as Will had marked him.
Once they had regained their breath, both stood up, trying to rearrange their clothes, but with only one look between them, they started kissing again, ready for a glorious repeat, ripping each other's clothes on their way to Hannibal's room on the second floor. That night neither men slept a wink, focused only on possessing each other and on marking their skin with scratches and bites that would take days or even weeks to disappear completely.
After that night, both men spent all their free time together, obsessed with each other and not afraid to let anyone know they were together. Especially once Will let Hannibal know he was well aware of his secret and that he approved of it. Of course, out of self-preservation, Will had made sure to let the man know this just after having sex, preferring to have the man too relaxed and compliant to react badly to his news. Much to Will's surprise, once Hannibal understood what Will had told him, he simply tackled him and took him brutally, completely dominating Will, exultant with how perfect his partner was.
And Will had never come so hard in his life, delighting in his conquest of such a powerful beast.
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Time passed for both men, still in love and obsessed with each other and now living together.
Will had readily agreed to move in with the man, his only condition being that his dogs moved in with them. Hannibal didn't really like animals, having never had them, but he eagerly agreed to living with them if it meant that Will would be by his side and in his bed every night.
As for Hannibal, having Will approve of his extracurricular activities, was like a dream come true. He had been alone for so long, that having a partner who not only accepted his proclivities but also encouraged them, always made him accept whatever caught Will's fancy. After all, whenever he did it, Will never failed to show him his gratitude in an exciting and sometimes brutal way.
And it was then that their little games began.
Will had noticed how his new relationship with Hannibal seemed to make other people feel a certain attraction to both of them. It had confused him at first, having never had someone trying to impress him and now finding himself the center of people's attention, not only because he was with such a high class man, but because his manners had changed since entering a relationship with the cannibal.
In the end, however, he saw the benefit of these actions whenever they would go out and Hannibal would hold his hand or even his waist in a possessive manner. It had excited him extremely the first time it had happened.
Hannibal had invited Will to the opera and despite his not so well hidden dislike for public exhibitions, Will had agreed to accompany the man and had even allowed him to buy him an specially tailored suit. When they had arrived to the Baltimore Opera House, they were received with stares and low whispers, though not so low that Will couldn't hear they were talking about both of them, most of them with envy and just a few with pity for poor Doctor Lecter for not having chosen someone from high society. Those were, of course, people who Hannibal had admitted had tried to attract his attention so Will didn't pay them any mind.
They had milled about and it hadn't taken Will long to notice how every time someone talked directly or stared for too long at Will, Hannibal would touch him in some way to remind the other person that the professor was already taken. And of course, once they finally got home that night, Hannibal had taken him with fervor, not even taking time to move them into their bedroom, simply taking him against the entrance door.
Once Will realized there was a pattern to such behavior in Hannibal, he began accepting all of the man's invitations to any event, delighting in making him jealous and then having him mark him as his without fail, loving it when the man forgot all about his civilized persona.
What Will had never expected was for the opposite to ever happen.
It had been during an event in the Ballet Theatre of Maryland. Will had been weirdly excited to see their newest ballet and so they had arrived a little bit earlier than normal, socializing with the other guests and enjoying their time together. Mere minutes before they were to go find their seats, a newcomer politely joined in their conversation. She was stunningly dressed in a deep red dress and her hair was adorned only with a small pin, barely using make up to enhance her beauty. Will stared at her suspiciously but greeted her as he normally would any other arts patron. It was when she was introduced to Hannibal that things got weird for Will, because as soon as he was mentioned, Hannibal held the woman's hand and kissed it gallantly, looking into her eyes all the time.
Will remained calm through this interaction, knowing Hannibal's suit persona wouldn't allow him to be anything less than charming when in other people's company. Soon enough, they took their places in their own box and got ready to enjoy the ballet. However, halfway through it Will started feeling uncomfortable, sensing someone looking his way. Looking at Hannibal, Will was quite sure the man was too engrossed in the show to notice anything amiss, so Will took advantage of his distraction to look around, easily finding the source of his discomfort.
It was the same woman they had just been introduced to before the show started.
She was looking right into Will's eyes and he could plainly see she was evaluating him, checking his worth. Both stared at each other for several minutes and then she turned her eyes to his companion, now looking at Hannibal appreciatively, the ghost of a smile on her face. That's when Will finally understood Hannibal's possessiveness, when a ball of fire filled his belly and he felt like walking down to that woman and destroy her in front of everyone in that room. In the end, however, he simply turned to look at Hannibal once more, finding his partner's hand and interlacing their fingers, determined to enjoy the show and forget about that woman. He even smiled when Hannibal raised his hand and kissed his knuckles, his lips lingering for a few seconds.
After that small but significant show of affection Will calmed down considerably, certain that even if he were to be tempted, Hannibal's heart would never stray from him.
Once the presentation was over, Will convinced Hannibal to stay a bit longer and chat with the other guests. Never had Will asked to stay longer than necessary, and if Hannibal was surprised by his request, he didn't show it, simply complying with Will's wishes. Will made sure to keep his arm linked with Hannibal''s the rest of the evening, catching the strange woman's eye several times as if staking his claim over the psychiatrist.
Once they left the place and returned home, Will started commenting about their evening, praising the ballet and the witty conversation they had both enjoyed. Once he was certain Hannibal was well distracted, he casually mentioned the woman and was actually shocked and a bit annoyed by Hannibal's words.
"She has a nice smile." – he said before kissing Will and taking him upstairs.
Will was so infuriated that when Hannibal made love to him that night, he bit the other as hard as he could, drawing blood and delighting in hearing him groaning, thrusting into Will harder and faster and biting him just as hard. That night, Will reached his climax, promising himself he would do anything to make sure Hannibal would always stay with him.
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"Good morning, Doctor Lecter."
"Good morning, Agent Crawford. What can I do for you today?"
"I need your expertise in a case. We believe there might be a new killer in the area and he might be targeting upper class women." – Jack Crawford explained, walking towards the crime lab, where Beverly Katz and Jimmy Zeller were looking at a body.
Once he was close enough to look at the body, he did a double take, recognizing the woman on the slab. She was lying on her back, a sheet covering her modesty. However, the most gruesome sight was her face. Her eyes had been taken out, now two pools of emptiness surrounded by dry blood. Her mouth seemed to have been bitten off and her teeth pulled out. But that was not all that had been done to her mouth. The skin on each side of her mouth had been cut, reaching almost her ears, in a parody of a smile.
'She has a nice smile.' Hannibal had to fight the smile from appearing on his face when remembering his words to Will from a few weeks before.
"I know her." – he admitted, making the other three people look at him.
"Her name is Elaine McGarrett. 26 years old. Born in Boston." – Beverly said, reading the info from the victim's file.
"We met a few weeks ago at a gala at the Ballet Theatre." – Hannibal explained.
"Was she accompanied by someone?" - Jack asked, relieved to be able to find more information to help them find the murderer.
"I believe she had just arrived into town at that time and was looking into doing some networking." – Hannibal started. – "But I don't recall seeing her as a guest to someone else. I can check if you'd like, Jack."
"It would be greatly appreciated, Doctor Lecter."
"Anything to help the FBI." – he said, leaving the room and starting to make some calls.
Nobody saw his smile as he was leaving the place.
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Will arrived at his usual time at their house, placing his keys on the table next to the front door and taking out his shoes. His dogs came running towards him and after greeting them effusively, he walked calmly towards the kitchen, knowing he would find his partner there.
Just as he entered, the man was just finishing plating their dinner, but once he saw Will, he marched towards him and claimed his mouth in a hard kiss, expressing how much he had missed him that way. Will could only cling to the man and return the kiss as best he could. Once they separated, Will hurried to wash his hands and walked to the dining room, where Hannibal was waiting to help him sit. Will sighed with pleasure at the man's attitude, always a mixture of a gentleman and beast that never failed to excite the younger man.
They were halfway through their dinner when Hannibal commented on his visit to Quiantico.
"I was surprised they didn't call you, dearest." – Hannibal added once he had explained his encounter with Jack and the described the death of Elaine McGarrett.
"I had classes all day. Jack send me the photos, but they had already moved the body to the lab so there was not much I could do without seeing it at the crime scene." – he explained, turning to look at Hannibal's smug expression.
"Such a shame, my love. I'm sure dear uncle Jack would have greatly benefitted from your help. But I have to admit that even when she had clearly suffered a gruesome death, there was a certain beauty in the wounds she sustained."
"Does Jack have any theory?"
"Not quite yet. He might check the Ballet Theatre to see if she was seen with someone the day we met her, but I'm not sure how much that would work." Hannibal added, lowering his fork and looking Will in the eye.
"Why not?"
"Wounds like the ones Miss McGarrett suffered, sometimes talk about jealousy instead of premeditation. Besides, she was a beautiful woman with a particularly pretty smile, I wouldn't be surprised if a jealous lover felt slighted by her, though that person wouldn't really have anything to fear."
"Do you think so?"
"I know so." – Hannibal smirked, holding onto Will's hand and raising it to his lips, kissing it and then depositing little bites to the tips of his fingers. Will smirked too, standing up and then moving to straddle Hannibal's lap, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.
Both rubbed against the other urgently, kissing still. Hannibal pushed the plates out of the way and then picked his lover and sat him on the table, making him lay on it while hastily unbuttoning both of their pants. Will was so turned on, he could only moan, opening his legs once Hannibal had undressed him, asking him to hurry with his eyes.
Hannibal noticed his partner's desperation so instead of taking time to prepare him as usual, he simply spit into his hand and immediately thrusted two fingers into Will's opening, making him howl at the intrusion. He moved his fingers in and out rapidly and once he felt Will moving towards his fingers, he took them out, spitting into his hand once more and rubbing it into his cock, entering him in one deep push, moving instantly.
Will screamed from the hard penetration, but didn't hesitate to wrap his legs around Hannibal's' hips, bringing him closer and burying his fingers in the doctor's ash blond hair to catch his lips. Both moved with desperation, wanting to reach their climax and to show the other they were as crazy about the other as ever.
Will released his lover's lips, lowering his kisses to his neck, while the other simply kept thrusting into him, knowing he had reached his prostate by the way he started trembling, getting closer and closer to his climax. But before he could go over the edge, Hannibal started whispering to him.
"I'm yours, my love. I will always be yours." He repeated again and again, still moving in and out at a fast pace.
"You're mine, Hann. Mine." Will responded between moans.
"Yes, dearest. Only yours. You will always make sure of that." – that was all Will needed to hear before coming with a shout, holding onto Hannibal with all his might, tightening his inner muscles and dragging Hannibal with him to ecstasy.
Minutes or hours later, both men recovered slightly and looked into each other's eye, both aware of what hadn't been said but agreeing to their actions wholeheartedly.
After all, they had come together in murder and blood.
They had been made for each other.
And no one would ever come between them.
They would always make sure of it.
Always.