"Did you do this Hannibal?" Will chastises Hannibal off to the side of the crime scene.
"Did I do what, dear Will?"
Will sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Did you kill that guy back there? You know I wanted tomorrow off, now I have to work overtime. God, you can be so numb!!"
His eyes darted between the body and Will, unsure how to react to being scolded by his experimental patient.
"Do you think of me as brash? I have high regards for you-" Hannibal started to speak, but Will put his hands up and sighed some more.
"That's what you're going with? Really? Scapegoating me, then using your 'overflowing love' to get me to shut up? Do you mean to tell me that your inflated ego will not let you say, "I apologize."? I am disappointed, Dr. Lecter."
And with that, Will turns around, leaving Hannibal looking perturbed, his grip on Will ultimately slacking.
Will leaves after telling Jack he'd be going back to his office to finish off the report.
"Did you already get everything you need?" Jack paused his perusal of the officer's witness notes to inquire.
"Yes, I saw it all, Jack," Will replied, venom in his voice, to which Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry, I- I'm tired ok, you will have your report by the morning."
Jack hummed, not entirely sure, but let him go with a, "Just do your job, and tell me what you see."
Back at the office, Will laid back in his chair, wishing he could just sever his bond with Hannibal, but it was already inlaid in a hardened diamond. And, he knew he could not survive the separation.
Hours later, as he was poring over the materials and connecting the details at the crime scene-
A knock sounded out on his door.
"It's open Jack, what do you want?"
But, a different voice answered him.
A heavily throaty accent accompanied the words, "It's me, Will."
"Dr. Lecter, to what do I owe the honor?" Will spun around in his chair, hands steepled.
"Will I do not want a fight." Hannibal raised his hands in a submissive pose.
"Well, there's a first time for everything." Seething, Will whirled back around, attention back on his work.
Hannibal looked morose for a second, then strode across the room to the mahogany desk. When Will refuses to look up, he spins the chair to face him.
"Will, we need to discuss this. I understand you are hurt. If you tell me what displeased you, we can mend this." Hannibal pleaded with his beau.
"You know what you've done, don't play coy with me."
Seeing that he was getting nowhere using words, he decided to use action.
Getting down on his knees, Hannibal laid each hand on Will's upper thigh, holding them in place.
"What are you doing?"
Will's voice rose in pitch.
Hannibal simply hummed and lowered his face to mouth at his zipper and slowly pulled it down.
Carefully, nipping at the fabric peeking through, he noticed a wet spot forming. A devilish look glinted in his eyes as he licked across the length that started to poke over the top of his briefs.
Looking up, he saw that Will refused to maintain eye contact and had covered his mouth.
Hannibal gently tugged down the material with his teeth and proceeded to lap at the head, laving the beads of precum with his tongue. A breathy moan escaped from Will's lips, and Hannibal smirked through the impromptu blowjob.
Licking a trip from base to tip, Hannibal paused.
"Does this please you, Will?" he ventured.
"Oh god, Hannibal why a-" the rest of Will's sentence died in the back of his throat, replaced with a shout of pleasure when Hannibal rammed his cock all the way back into his throat. He stayed there, warming him, his nose against Will's pubic bone.
Hannibal purred, letting Will feel the vibrations along his member as he grew even harder in his mouth.
Feeling Will start to slowly lose himself inside him, he started bobbing, the rhythm steadily building up til Will grabbed him by the hair and started face-fucking him.
"Oh goddd!" Will whimpered, closer to coming every second, as Hannibal's tongue swirled around his head. Hannibal enjoyed edging Will to the point that he saw stars.
Wrapping a fist around the base, Hannibal shook his head free of Will's grasp and released him with a sloppy pop.
His hair fell in front of his face as he rubbed his cheek along Will's dick, precum oozing across his cheekbones and dribbling into his open mouth. Will throbbed in his hands at the sensual imagery and groaned, his eyes glazing over.
Will slurred Hannibal's name as he tried to thrust his hips jerkily in Hannibal's tight grip. Hannibal firmly squeezed Will's side and slid his hold to his hip, keeping Will from rutting. Will whined even higher, crying for friction, Hannibal's bruising grip keeping him hard from the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.
"I'm not done yet, sweetheart," Hannibal whispered in soft breaths against Will's aching member, causing him to babble even more in a beseeching tone for release.
"Han-Hanni uhh Hannibaaaal..please.oh oh god..please..let mecumomgomg hhh"
Smiling at his puppet being pulled by his perfect strings, Hannibal mouthed at the hard length, teeth slightly grazing between every few licks and sucks. Finally, Hannibal reached up and grasping Will's jaw and demanded, "Tell me what you want."
"I-I-I want..hnnnn..oh godddd" Will gasped in short, raspy tones.
"Use your words, Will."
"Please let me cum Ha...uhn" Another scrape of Hannibal's teeth followed by suckling in the same spot caused Will to devolve into a series of plaintive mewls.
Will, even in his state of bliss could pull Hannibal's strings. What a lovely creature and all mine, Hannibal thought to himself.
"Then, cum for me, Will." And, Hannibal deepthroated Will, while lightly stroking his balls. Will's silken voice sang in the throes of passion, and Hannibal swallowed it all down, spilling not a single drop from his throat nor from his heart, sealing this memory in his Mind Palace for bitter times.
Once, he had cleaned both himself and Will up, and they'd both sat back feeling refreshed, Will's legs weren't as wobbly, and he looked up hesitantly at Hannibal.
"So, what exactly was that about? You've never gone down on me before."
"There is a first time for everything," Hannibal answered matter-of-factly, dabbing the corners of his mouth with his pocket square.
"Hannibal, just come out and say it, why did you do that?"
"I..wanted to apologize, dear Will. I do not want to hurt you, but I always seem to."
"Hannibal I know you have a hard time saying that you're sorry, but just admitting you were wrong goes a long way. You know I would never hold it against you." Will took Hannibal's hands in his and slid his thumb back and forth across his hand reassuringly.
"But, I was not wrong, Will. He was a rude man who thought of himself above others. He saw us in a hateful light; thought us diseased."
Hannibal expressed his why in selecting his mark, knowing that Will would understand him, as he always does.
"Why would you jeopardize what we have for him? There are so many like him in this vile system. Would you kill them all for one rude statement said to you?", Will knew the answer as soon as it rolled off his tongue.
"Yes, Will. You know full well the laws I abide by. It is the nature of the beast."
"This is getting out of hand. First that salesman, then that lady, now this! I have never stopped you from hunting Hannibal, but you must be safe. You're cutting it close."
"I trust you. I know you would never wish upon me harm."
"You expect me to keep lying for you? How egotistical are you?" Will exclaimed, knowing that this topic always ends in his caving in.
"Will, look at me. You are a thousand suns, and you shine brighter than our own galaxy. What I would give to watch your unfolding beauty consume all life foolish enough to creep close to your blinding aura."
"Ugh, I like your poetry and riddles, but for once can you just-" Will shook himself out of Hannibal's extending arms, pushing him away, "I just wanted an apology."
"I cannot give you what I have not received by the gods who've granted me life." Hannibal stood straight, arms folded, and gaze piercing through Will's bangs to his lowered lids beneath.
Exasperated that for all of Hannibal's claims that Will was his muse, he still could not tighten the faucet of his blood lust, he huffed in annoyance.
"I just wanted an apology, Hannibal!! For all your knowledge, you can be so stupid!", slamming the door, Will stormed out of work with piles of papers sticking out of his work bag.
Once again, Hannibal cursed his lack of empathy which caused a divide with his sensitive lover.