Will's eyes slid from the road to Hannibal sitting next to him. They were quiet as they made their way to Will's home all the way in Wolf Trap Vagina. Despite the late hour, Hannibal still looked amazing. His hair sat were it had hours before, his clothing held not a single wrinkle or speck of dust. He was handsome. Will brought his attention back to the road, suddenly feeling shy.

"I do believe that Director Purnell had not planned to meet me, the way that she had tonight." Hannibal suddenly spoke.

"No, I suppose not."

Earlier this week, Director Purnell contacted me. She wished to make a meeting with me so she may discuss with me, Agent Crawford's actions toward you." Hannibal turned to face Will. "She also wished to discuss the letter of complaint that I had sent."

Will frowned. "Letter?"

Hannibal hummed. "Yes. I was displeased by the way Agent Crawford was, not only treating you, but myself as well. I had heard that he had approached a number of my other patients."

Will shook his head. "I am sure that Purnell will keep her meeting with you. She is not a person to let any detail slip by her. No matter how minor it may be."

Will pulled the car to a stop as his home came into view. Turning the car off, he sat there, looking at the two-story farm house. A sense of pride and fondness settled into his chest. "Here we are. Home sweet home."

"It is a beautiful home, Will."

"Yeah, well; you should have seen it a few years back. I had let the poor place go to hell. I wasn't taking care of it. Or myself for that matter. Alana and Kat got on me after I got sick about it all. Between them, myself, Brian and Jimmy; the place got back up into tip top shape. I am grateful to them."

"They are good friends."

"Yes, they are. Good friends, good people." Will pulled the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. His steps were hurried as he caught the sounds of his dogs' excitement inside the house. He unlocked the door and opened. A heard of dogs poured out from the house. None of them bothered to great Will or investigate the new human at their home. Reaching the yard, the dogs split up and headed for the best places to release their bladders and intestines. Will chuckled. "They are not usually so rude."

Hannibal watched the dogs, a small smile on his face. "Their rudeness can be forgiven. The poor things have been home alone, awaiting their master's return."

"I know that you must be as hungry as I am, but I have to see to the dogs first. It is way past their dinner time."

"That is quite understandable, Will. Is there anything that I can help you with?"

Making the dogs' food went faster, and was made easier with Hannibal's help. Seeing Hanibal in his small kitchen, sent Will's heart beating a mile a minute. The older man was all grace and beauty as he practically danced from the refrigerator to the counters, to the cutting board to the stove. It was no time at all before Hannibal had completely taking over making the dogs' food. Leaving Will to just stand there and watch in awe.

They set the dishes down just along the wall just outside the kitchen. Will stepped outside and let out a sharp whistle. The dogs came running toward the house, pausing to line up at the door where Will knelt with a towel to wipe down their paws. Once their paws were clean, the dogs ran over to the food bowls, gobbling down their food. Will stood and locked up, returning to the kitchen to find that Hannibal had already begun to make a meal for the two of them. Will leaned against a counter, arms crossed over his chest and watched the beauty of Hannibal cooking.

*DR. HANNIBAL LECTER & WILL GRAHAM*

"You can have first dibs on the shower. I have some spare clothes that may fit you. The towels are in the linen closet behind the bathroom door." Will turned to head upstairs, only to stop at the bottom of them. He looked over his shoulder at Hannibal. "Unless you want company for your shower, it is best to lock the door."

Once upstairs, Will made for his room and his pajama dresser. Ever since he had met Alana and Beverly, they had been gifting him all kinds of silly pieces of clothing, mostly in the way of pajamas and hats. It had gotten so bad that he had needed a whole dresser just for sleepwear. He didn't complain though, enjoying their silly jokes and gifts. Sifting through the drawers, landed Will a set of soft, warm pants with dogs of different breeds on them and a plain white tee. Grinning, Will shoved the drawer closed with his hip and made his way to the guest bedroom.

Setting the clothing on the left side nightstand, Will stripped the current bedding off the bed and tossed it into the corner of the room. As much as Will loved his dogs, he knew that Hannibal wouldn't enjoy sleeping in a bed full dog hair.

"Are these clothes for me?"

Shocked; Will spun to see Hannibal standing right behind him, clad in nothing but a towel. A droplet of water fell from Hannibal's hair, landing on the man's shoulder. It slid down Hannibal's chest, dipping into strong abs then disappearing beneath the towel.

"Will?"

"Oh god." Will swallowed, nearly choaking. He closed his eyes and did his best to take deep, even, calming breaths. He opened his eyes, and there was Hannibal. Looking like some kind of God come down to Earth to tempt Will into sin. "Y-yeah, those are for you. I'll have other things for you in the morning to wear home."

"Thank you." Hannibal caught Will's gaze and held it. He smirked. "Like what you see, Will?" Hannibal released the towel from around his waist. Will's eyes fell with the towel, catching on the sight between Hannibal's thighs.

"Oh my god! He's fucking huge!" Will's body suddenly felt way too warm. He backed away from Hannibal. "I'll... I'll see you in the morning." He fled from the room, slamming the door behind him.

*HANNIBAL AND WILL*

"I read Ms. Louds' article. I received the impression that she holds a great hatred for you."

Will grunted an affirmative. He was exhausted. His dreams had been filled with a naked Hannibal. When he woke, he found himself drenched in sweat and cum. It was embarrassing - or it would be if Hannibal had been there to see it. Will's cheeks flushed as he realized that the other man was a cat shifter and could have easily smell it on him. He moaned aloud.

"Will?"

"I-I..." Will's body was flushed with warmth. "I barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, there you were."

Hannibal grinned. "I had thought that I smelt sexual release this morning."

"You're such a bastard, Hannibal."

"My parents were certainly married when I was born, Will."

Will frowned. "You know what I meant."

"As I had mentioned, I find that Ms. Lounds seems to really dislike you."

"You said hate. Hate is more accurate."

Hannibal hummed. "As for what she had to tell, I must say that I am offended at her ability to violate a person's private medical records. It is obvious that someone leaked the information to her. An extremely rude offense for a person of the medical field to do. As for you having another therapist, Will; I am not wholly surprised. I believe that I am correct in assuming that this; Dr. Rebecca Richards, is the therapist who has been working with you since you began to recover from the encephalitis." Will nodded. "As from what you have told be about your return to the field, it makes since that you were continuing with Dr. Richards. Agent Crawford obviously didn't know of her and sent you to me. By force, if I recall correctly." Hannibal and Will laughed,

"Well, now that the cat - metaphorically - is out of the bag, I believe our therapy sessions will come to an end now."

"What?!"

"Will, you are not in need of my services."

"Oh." Will frowned. He tuned from Hannibal, looking down at the lovely breakfast the older man had made them instead. "Yeah."

"Perhaps, we may retain our friendship."

Will looked up at Hannibal again, hope lighting his eyes. "Hell yeah!"

Hannibal smiled, amused by both Will's excitement and his use of less than proper language. "I may also be able to remain as an official consultant for the FBI."