It was not long before Hannibal was back on his feet and off to his house. He heard the news, he read the article, and he listened to the audio. A notification on his phone popped up to alert him of the article.

Usually, this would not bother him. Being considered popular meant scandals were associated with him at one point or another: someone is stalking Hannibal; someone was caught trying to get into his locker. Those were whispers he heard regularly, however, this was different. He felt a pain bubble in him whenever someone looked at him; his cheeks heated up when he heard snippets of conversation. Was this feeling….embarrassment? He had to get to Will as soon as possible. This might be the scandal that slashes a wound that would not heal.

Not that I care, he thought. I need him somewhat sane to continue my plan of course.

Yet somewhere in his heart, this statement did not sit right.

XXX

Hannibal stood in the entranceway of the guest room. To a stranger, the room would have seemed to be uninhabited. Not a single wrinkle on the crisp white sheets; not an ornament out of place. The only thing that disappeared was a thick woollen blanket. Not a piece of Will existence stayed behind.

That begged the question: Where did he go?

Hannibal walked out into the hallway, hands rubbing his face. There were two clear options in front of him: He could try and find Will and convince him to come back. For the plan of course. The second option was the most logical of the two, continue without emotion. A comment here, a quote there and he could save face. A simple call to Freddie with a statement could cut the connection between them.

All he could do was stand by the window, allowing the cool air to touch his face. The view was quite extensive: there was the majority of the town, and there was Starling's Café, and there was the trail to the lake…

"Of course!" Hannibal said as he pushed away from the glass panes. The only place Will truly felt safe was up in the forest.

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The lake was especially clear that day. So much so that one could see the schools of fish swarming the depths of the water. Filtered light from the swaying trees provided a soothing hypnotising effect on Will's mind. Or was it the sweet-smelling air around him from the damp leaves? It was probably the lack of stares from gossip-addicted pass-byers. The satisfaction of leaving it all behind, along with Hannibal, meant that for a second he was not in the crazy world he found himself in.

Will Graham knew this was not a long-term solution. Him sitting on a rock with naked feet dangling in the water would not last a few days, never mind a month. However, it would allow his mangled mind to comprehend the senselessness around him. He did not know what to believe anymore. Emotions had gotten in the way of the plan, and it had ruined him. He didn't have feelings for Hannibal? Did he? All the events of the past week were just flukes. Flukes that happened to coincide very closely with each other. Extremely close. That was all.

So many plots. So many stories. All of them could be related, or not at all.

Will sighed as he whipped his fishing line forward into the clear water.

"Life sucks. Fuck life. And fuck Freddie and her stupid fucking blog," Will grumbled under his breath. "Fuck you Mason and your sick ideas!" His voice raised slightly with each word said. "Also fuck the killer out there, whoever it may be! FUCK YOU ALL! Especially Hannibal. Because without you, I wouldn't be here wishing I was dead! FUCK YOOOOOUUUU!"

The last words echoed into the distance. All fish scattered into various corners of the lake with the scream and the slamming of the rod onto the ground. It rolled over to a pair of feet.

"A bit dramatic, don't you think?" The figure picked up the rod. Will's nerves sparked with energy that ran from the tips of his fingers throughout his body. He slowly lifted his head to see the sweaty figure of Hannibal. His usually pristine ironed clothes were spotted with green chlorophyll stains. Splattered mud covered his once polished shoes. Brooding brown eyes glared through the stringy clumps that stuck to his forehead.

Hannibal offered the rod back to Will. The latter snatched the rod back, and, without breaking away from the locked eyes, threw it into the lake behind him. It was a challenge, a plead to try something new with him.

"For God's sake!" He flung his hands in the air. "Will, you just not leave me alone? Is that too much to ask for?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On whether you want me to leave."

Graham clenched his jaw. Blood vessels popped out against his face. Alright then, he thought you want to challenge me. Fine, you prick! Game on.

"You believe that crap that Freddie sent out. She is an attention whore who is good at twisting words. I cannot believe you will be stupid enough to believe what she writes on that trash she calls a blog."

Hannibal clasped his hands behind his back. He circled Will, still with locked eyes. "That is funny because it was your friend who was making such accusations, not Freddie."

"It was taken out of context."

"So, what was the context?"

Will opened his mouth but closed it. Hannibal smirked.

"I am waiting."

"It is none of your business!" Will snapped. "I've told you too much as it is. I've interacted with you enough. All you have done is bring me trouble. So please leave me before I kick your ass."

Hannibal walked closer. The intoxicating scent of sweat and cologne filled Will's nostrils, unconsciously taking a deep breath in. His heart pounded in his chest as Lecter's face was barely a few inches away. Hannibal lowered his head enough that his mouth nearly touched Will's earlobe.

Will's eyes unintentionally closed as he felt the warm breath touch his skin.

"Make me," Hannibal whispered.

Maybe it was the words, or maybe the wind cooling down the heat on his skin, but he snapped out his trance. He balled his hand into a fist and punched Lecter into the stomach. He doubled over; arms clutching his middle.

Will stepped backwards, watching the senior without any emotion. He would have thought there would have been a sense of pride in finally defeating his enemy, winning a battle that seemed to have been fought on forever, yet there was nothing.

Hannibal began to laugh. "You and Beverly have anger issues. I know a good councillor."

"I do not care Lecter," Will said as he bent down. He pulled Hannibal's hair so that their eyes met "I honestly believe that my fuck jar is empty. I have none of them left to give." He slapped Hannibal's face. "I also know that you are a conniving, serial psychopath. You may think I am stupid like everyone does. But I am not. I know that you killed a man out there, and I know that you ate him. Contrary to what Freddie writes, I am not in love with you. You have caused nothing but pain and embarrassment to me. Now I am going to give you ten seconds to leave before I hit you a little lower."

Graham gave one last violent tug before allowing Hannibal's head to flop down. Stood up, wiped his hands onto his jeans and turned around from the senior. I won this time…for the first time. Just as he began to walk away, he heard a rough laugh.

"What is so funny?" Will snapped. He looked over his shoulder to see Hannibal Lecter rise gingerly from the dirt. He brushed off the dust that stained his jacket.

"Well, I think you are lying."

"Well, I am not!" Will said defiantly. "Not that your opinions mean anything," he quickly added.

"Oh, Will, it is not my opinion. It is a fact." Hannibal washed his hands in the lake. The calm nature of Hannibal compared to the volatile emotion himself was stark. Like the fish speeding away from the disturbance of the water, Will was nervous, startled and was ready to dive into the depths of the lake if he had to.

"Is that so? All facts have evidence, yet I have not heard a single piece of concrete proof from you."

Hannibal was silent for a second. Will Graham mistook this quiet as a sign of defeat from his opponent. The tremendous victory in his mind was crashed by the sledgehammer of the following words:

"Will, I saw you on Monday."

XXX

Hannibal Lecter's idea of fun was gruesome, dark and highly illegal, but humiliating Will Graham was very low on the list. The panic he saw on the younger boy's face was not one he wanted to summon, yet, he had no other choice.

No, I had a choice. I just wanted to prove a point.

Will's face was simultaneously drained of blood and coloured a bright red. His body was eerily still, yet he could see the pumping from his veins vibrate his clothes.

"What did you say?"

Hannibal calmly dried his hands on his shirt.

"When you ran away on Monday, I followed you. I saw everything: you leaning on the tree, you unzipping…"

A whack of rock slammed against his face. The pain blossoming against his cheek did not register with him. All he saw was a broken man with an angry glint in his eye. He picked up a pile of rocks near his feet and began to throw them.

"Fine, you want me to say it?" Thump! "I like you, ok. Are you happy?" Whack! You have given me weird feelings that I have never felt, not even after an erotic dream involving Alana and a hot tub." Smack, whack! "I have lied to myself. Is that what you wanted me to say?!"

There was just a consistent stream of rocks until his hands were empty. Lecter barely flinched, even from the sharp hit of each stone bouncing from his skin. The bruises did not register within his mind

"Just, just leave me! Go and tell everyone about it." Will pointed down the mountain trail. "Go and have an interview with Freddie or whatever sick shit that gets you going. I don't care. I am leaving this fucking place! By the time the pitchforks arrive, I should have caught a bus out of this hell, as I should have a long time ago!" The tears streamed freely down his cheeks. Small salt spots dotted around his glasses. Will lowered his head attempting to protect whatever dignity he had left.

Hannibal walked up slowly to the broken boy. He lifted the other's chin so their eyes locked. Will's pupils dilated ever so slightly.

"Oh, Will," he smirked. "I am not going anywhere. Neither are you."

He leaned in ever so slightly as to kiss before he hooked his ankle around Will's leg while shoving him onto the floor. He slammed onto the soft dirt. The impact sent a shock throughout his body; his head felt as if his brain was knocked in his skull.

When he managed to open his eyes, the blurred figure of Hannibal was standing over him.

"Wha…?"

"Shhh," Hannibal chided. One hand slowly stroked his face, while the other tangled itself in Will's brown locks. "The only sounds I want to hear from you are moans. Like the ones when you pleasured yourself."

Hannibal straddled himself on Will's waist. The hand caressing his face slowly descended the neck and down to his chest. It reached under the dirtied shirt and sensually rubbed the skin. A groan escaped Will's lips.

"Yes, like that." Hannibal planted his lips on Will's mouth. Will responded immediately by parting his lips ever so slightly. He snaked his arms around Hannibal's body, pulling the older teen closer to him.

Every caress, every second with his tongue in Will's mouth, he felt the excitement building throughout his body. He is well versed in the art of sex. He has tried every position, every act, to please himself. Every girl he slept with, including Alana was just stepping stones to achieve a higher objective. Even the occasional men he pleasured was out of sexual relief or an object to blackmail later. For once, this time, there is a little more than just using sex to gain Will's trust. The realisation hit Lecter when he unintentionally began to make guttural noises.

Hannibal lifted his lips from Will's. His hands slipped from their positions lift Will's shirt from his body. Will lifted his arms to make the ascent easier to achieve. Once that was off, Hannibal got to unbuttoning his shirt. Two deft hands were unbuttoning the trousers. Hannibal looked down to see Will eagerly ridding them both of clothes. He could not help but smirk at the desperation.

"Will, calm down." He put his hands over the younger boy's ones. "Let me do the work."

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Will nodded obediently as he lay his head back onto the soil and closed his eyes. Against everything his mind was telling him to do, his body just wanted to surrender itself to Hannibal. The angst, the nerves, it was all because he wanted the attention Hannibal was giving him.

Just to be clear, he told himself, I still think he is an evil psychopath. An evil psychopath who is very good with his mouth.

He felt Hannibal kissing him down his neck to his chest. His mouth stopped over Will's right nipple.

"Oh, God!" Will exclaimed as Hannibal slowly circled his tongue around the tip of his nipple. He could do nothing else but squirm under his touch. His penis stiffened with every second of pleasure given.

Hannibal felt this change. While sucking on his nipple, Hannibal slowly unbuckled Will's jeans. He pulled them down slowly, inch by inch, until his briefs were exposed. Hannibal teased his fingers under the elastic of the underwear. Will whimpered as his cock was uncovered from the fabric.

Compared to the other two times that his penis stiffened in front of Hannibal; this was the most relaxing. Knowing that it was intentional, knowing that this time another will be releasing the pressure in his dick washed away his fears.

Kisses dotted down Graham's chest and stomach until they reached the base of his member. He waited in anticipation for the soft touch. And waited.

And waited.

A weighted pressure lifted from his legs with the sound of a thump! Besides him. Two shoes were flung to the right of him. Lecter was slowly unbuckling his belt. His shirt was already off, revealing a herculean build. By all means, he was not burly, but for a man who spent most of his time cooking, he had a surprising muscular build.

Will glanced down at his own body. In contrast, his wiry frame seemed pathic. As Hannibal teased him with his undressing, Will realised how unkempt he must look. The skin was not as soft nor smooth; His body hair was a course, unruly bush that has never been scaped to societal standards. In his defence, he did not know what the day was going to bring.

Hannibal's naked body gleamed in the sunlight. The movement of his limbs entranced Will's thoughts, making his mind blank.

"You know Will," Hannibal said as he bent over him. There was a swift kiss on his lips. "I wanted this ever since I saw you naked for the first time." A soft hand caressed the younger boy's face. "Your body, well, it is so raw. So natural. No sight of lotions, creams." His other hand reached down to Will's pubic hair. He tangled his fingers in the rough locks. "No desire for perfection. Everyone I have been with; they primp themselves up because they think that is what I want." His hand grasped the penis. A moan escaped Will when Hannibal began to gently rub his thumb in a circular motion. "You, right here, in this dirt. That is what I want."

Unbeknownst to Will, Hannibal held a sharp stick in his other hand. As Hannibal traced the kiss down his chest again, he suddenly slashed the piece across Will's body. Will yelped as the burning sensation rose from the wound.

"What the hell, Lect…" Will began before Hannibal placed his mouth upon his.

"Shhh, I want to savour every piece of you," he said when he lifted his lips again.

Will, out of fear, or horniness (perhaps both), pursed his lips together as Hannibal's tongue licked the blood slowly beading on the cut. His other hand continued to rub up and down Graham's cock. It was not long before a little bit of precum spilt onto Hannibal's hand.

He lifted his head and smirked.

"It does not take you a lot to get going? Doesn't it?"

Will closed his eyes as he felt the older teen's tongue slowly licking the side of his cock. His hands grasped Hannibal's head as the pleasure built up in him. Hannibal licked the precum off of the tip. The feeling of having an experienced mouth stimulating his dick brought him onto the edge. Hannibal quickened his pace as he sucked the swollen member.

"Oh, God!" Will moaned. "Don't stop…I am gonna…"

A spurt of white fluid shot out into Hannibal's mouth. Without hesitation, Hannibal swallowed the waves of ejaculate that forced their way out.

Will collapsed on the ground, panting. Even when he touched himself, he did not feel as satisfied as he did then. All the pent-up anger and emotion was released in one fell swoop.

"That…was…fucking…amazing…" Will said between breaths. He propped himself onto his elbows to face Hannibal. The other was digging in his coat pocket for something. Hannibal pulled out a tube of something. When Graham put his glasses on again (they fell off at some point. He did not even notice it).

Lecter pulled out a tube of sorts. It was put aside before he turned to face Graham. Without a word, he offered his hand to him. Will took it and pulled himself up. He was barely on his feet for two seconds before he felt his body shoved against a nearby tree. Both arms were thrown up and pinned above him.

Mouth against mouth; skin against skin. Will did not even mind the rough bark that imprinted into his back. Hannibal lifted himself away for a second.

"Now it is my turn."

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Hannibal was enjoying himself. He had not truly felt satisfied with sex before. Just having sex because he had to, and having sex because he wanted to were two different things, and he wanted this, he needed this more than anything.

He realised as he flipped Will around, his ass sticking out, that he was long past doing this because he had to. He wanted Will; he hungered for every inch of skin. This, however, posed a problem. A few problems, in fact. Will might be distracted from the current problems, but it would not be long before the truth is revealed. And that was dangerous. Very dangerous. Not because he will be sent to jail, or become the most hated man in the world, but because he will lose Will. But for now, he needed a release of the pent-up tension he felt.

With the lube picked up and rubbed on his penis and hands. Graham let out a long groan as Hannibal penetrated two fingers into his hole. The lube helped with the ease of movement.

"Oh my God. Right there!" Will cried out. His fingers were stripping the bark off of the tree.

More lube was rubbed around the entrance. Hannibal's erect penis already started to leak cum.

He positioned his cock at the entrance before forcing himself into the tight hole. The automatic squeeze from Will heightened the pleasure. The more Will moaned, the more he slid in and out, the more turned on he felt. He continued to kiss Will's neck as he pounded his dick into the hole.

Will clutched the tree as he felt his penis rise again, already ready to jizz from the continued hitting of a certain spot. Hannibal grasped at Will's dirtied skin as he pounded faster and faster. The pressure and the tingle he felt told him that he was about to orgasm. He shoved his dick as far as he could before the rush of fluid exited him. At the same time, Will came a second time.

They both panted for a few seconds. Hannibal pulled out and collapsed onto the ground. The satisfaction was more than he ever could handle. Will slid down the tree onto the ground. He looked over to Hannibal and began to laugh.

"I cannot believe that just happened!" He exclaimed. He took deep breaths in and out. The lube, still opened, lay onto the floor.

"Do you always bring lube around with you, or were you just happy to see me?"

Hannibal looked over at Will. He could not help but chuckle. "After the past times I saw you naked, my brain came up with crazy situations on what I wanted to do you. I brought the lube because I was 95% sure you wanted me." His face dropped for a second. "You know, Beverly Katz told me that she would hurt if I did anything bad to you. I mean, she did it anyway, but I saw how much you mean to her. And when Freddie released that article, in my heart I felt the same pain as she must have felt when you were insulted and hurt by everyone else. In a way, I was an accomplice to your pain."

Hannibal stopped. He said too much as it was. "I am going to wash in the lake. Do you want to join me?"

He offered his hand again. Will happily took it.

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Yes, Bokkies! I am back again!

I know it has been months, but I am here again! I promise that the adventure has not ended.

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