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SEE?! I DIDN'T ABANDON THIS! Yeah, I know I am super late on updating this, and I won't bore you with the long list of reasons cause really who gives a shit. Wrapping this up. It's got one more chapter and that is it. Hey, thanks for leaving comments and kudos. I am an useless potato about answering anything, but I am very grateful for all the support and love this fandom has shown me. I own nothing, and some dialogue is taken from the show of which I also own nothing. As always, not beta read.

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"Where's Jack?"

As predicted, Jack Crawford had called out his profiler to look at the gift Hannibal had left for them out in a field. Minnesota itself, his absence so close to Heat, or both had not agreed well with Will. Hannibal could tell his Omega hadn't slept, had been stuck well into waking without him there as Will peered curiously out the motel's door. His sleepwear stunk of fear and sweat, the thin cotton stained with rings of salt. It only intensified Will's scent, and something that should have disgusted him made Hannibal's mouth water. Will's musk was ripening beautifully like fruit on the vine, made sweet by all the added stress Hannibal was heaping upon him.

"Deposed in court. The adventure is yours and mine today." Hannibal smirked, leaning in the doorframe. He scented Will openly, his Omega noticing the flair of nostrils, finely shuddering from the attention to his details. "May I come in?"

Jack's absence confirmed, Will didn't quite attack him, but it was a close thing as Hannibal was pulled out of the Minnesota's frigid morning air and into the cheap room by the front of his cashmere sweater. Will's grip upon him was desperate as the Omega tried to climb him like a tree. Hannibal found he had to juggle as armful of Will who was trying to map out the inside of his mouth with his tongue, his Tupperware satchel full of Cassie Boyle protein scramble, and keep his balance all at once as he made his way to what was laughingly called a bed by the motel.

"I made you…." Hannibal started to say, pulling back to have Will's lips chase and claim his own again.

"We'll eat it later. Missed you." Will mouthed into his flesh, nipping at his mate and simultaneously winning Hannibal over to his point of view. He felt too desperate to care about food at the moment. Needing leverage, Will's feet hit the floor again while his hands flew over Hannibal's body, pulling and twisting clothing off of the Alpha.

"Please, please, please, please…" Will chanted as he tore at Hannibal's layers, frustrated that the man wasn't naked. He blessedly wasn't wearing a suit, dressing all in neutral earthen tones without a fiber of plaid in them. Finally helping to keep his clothing intact, Hannibal came to his aid, sliding off his slacks as he toed out of his socks and shoes all at once. Wasting no time, Will's sleepwear was thrown across the room to parts unknown, the Omega using his weight to topple the pair over onto the bed.

Will's Heat was so close that Hannibal could taste it in the boiling nature of the Omega's skin, the enticing scent laced in Will's sweat, and feel of its power running over that lithe body like an electrical current. It wouldn't be long now, a week at most. Hannibal wanted it now. This motel wasn't ideal but other preparations had already seen to in this matter. There were proper hotels nearby with accommodations for newly mated couples, places whose sheets didn't make Hannibal's skin crawl when the scratchy material touched it. He already had a suite reserved elsewhere, a sound proof space that catered specifically to the needs of Alphas and Omegas who were in their seasons.

Stress could set Will's Heat off early and sudden, making him shatter so beautifully, all in time for Hannibal to catch up all the falling pieces and remake Will into who he was destined to always be. Just short of revealing his true identity, this cannibal's capture would be just the catalyst that Hannibal was looking for. The Alpha hazily considered these thoughts as he sunk himself into Will's body, the Omega already so wet and open to him. With his legs thrown over Hannibal's shoulders, Will drove himself on the Alpha's cock, greedy and reckless for it, shocking a cry out of Hannibal. He snapped his teeth at Will in warning to have the Omega snap back with a growl. Power nipped at Hannibal's skin, his eye narrowing in response at it.

"This is not the ideal position to knot you in. Besides, we have killer to catch." Hannibal managed to sound somewhat composed as he tried to reason with Will, the Omega obviously considering to pull him into a Rut. There would be a time and a place for that later, in a place that didn't stink of industrial disinfectant and too many one night stands.

"I hate you. Stop making sense." Will groaned, wanting to be filled to the point of breaking. His inner thoughts were getting greedy and nonsensical even to him.

"Soon." The Omega was promised with a smile that was all teeth as his Alpha gave Will everything he wanted and more.

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The protein scramble was perfectly tasty as is, kept toasty warm by Hannibal's ridiculously expensive version of Tupperware. Still, it was something that Will was grateful for as he made an effort to try and not rush through his food like a savage. It wasn't impatience on the Omega's part though. He was simply ravenous, wanting to gorge himself on the eggs and sausage, finishing off his portion far more quickly than Hannibal despite his restraint.

"It's good. Thank you." Will said by way of apology, knowing it must have looked to watch him gobble up his food.

"My pleasure." Hannibal replied with a slight smile as he exchanged their containers, his own still mostly full. He had been far too busy enjoying Will to bother with eating. It was obvious in his hesitation that Will was toying with the idea of arguing with him, but a good whiff of food belied that.

Will didn't bother to stop the moan that left his mouth around another full forkful. The Omega didn't have to look up to know that his Alpha was pleased, Hannibal's scent giving him away as odors of cinnamon and ginger strongly hinted Will in on his pleasure. Will's enjoyment of the food as well as fulfilling the more instinctual needs to provide for his mate was doing wonderful things to and for Hannibal. Will wanted to bathe in the odors that were coming off the Alpha.

Alas, duty before pleasure. There was still a cannibal on the loose.

"What are you smiling about?" Will tried to grump into his food and failed. He was smiling too, the expression feeling out of place on him. He was doing that more and more though in Hannibal's presence so Will told himself that he might as well get used to it.

"You mean besides enjoying your company…" Hannibal's voice was a sultry purr that made Will feel his slick threaten to soak through his boxers. The Omega kicked the Alpha under the table to make him stop. Hannibal knew how alluring Will found his accent, used it to his advantage whenever he could and at times, when it was least appropriate. "I was curious about how the FBI proceeds when it's not kicking in doors."

"We're lucky we're not doing house to house interviews." Will sighed, inwardly cursing Jack. The agent was supposed to handle the social aspects of this investigation. "Bev found a little piece of metal in the clothes Elise Nichols had on. A shred from a pipe threader."

"Riveting." Hannibal stated flatly to be kicked under the table again, this time for his humor. "There must be hundreds of construction sites all over Minnesota." And he was not looking forward to visiting any of them. This was not the stressful input he wanted to apply upon Will. If anything, it sounded incredible dull and tedious.

"Certain kinda metal. Certain kinda pipe. Certain kinda pipe coating. So we are looking at construction pipes that use that kinda pipe." Will explained, feeling his mate's irritated thoughts about the monotony of the matter.

"Very well. So what are we looking for then?" Hannibal asked, pleased with how attuned Will was with his moods. The bond between them flowed effortlessly, the transition between Will's woods and sea, and Hannibal's castle becoming a seamless thing they could both traverse at their leisure now. It was commonplace now for Will to lounge in sunrooms and art galleries that could only be found in the hidden places of Europe while Hannibal strolled down pebbled beaches of Northern lakes he had never stepped foot on in life.

"At this stage, anything really. But mostly anything peculiar." Will shrugged, resisted the urge to lick his bowl clean. It could be seen as rude, but he mostly refrained because they needed to leave this motel room at some point. Jack would not be happy if he found out that his investigation was delayed because his profiler wasted a day being fucking into a shitty mattress. "One thing I do know for sure, the Shrike didn't kill that girl in the field."

"What gave it away?" Hannibal leaned in. He was proud of his work, but prouder still of his mate. Of course, Will had seen the difference.

"The devil is in the details. Everything was wrong about it, like seeing a picture in the negative. Our killer, this cannibal, loves woman. The girl's killer thought she was a pig." Will said, with a shake of his head as he reconstructed the scene in their shared mind space so that Hannibal could see it.

"The mathematics of human behavior. All those ugly variables. Some bad math with this strike fellow." Hannibal said as he observed his own handiwork. He decided to himself it was a little minimalist in its execution, but made more lovely for it. Sometimes less really was more.

"This was practically gift wrapped for me." Will said from beside him, Hannibal looking over at his mate to watch the Omega's brow furrow in thought and worry.

"You have an admirer." Hannibal told him, shameless and wanting to see what Will would do with that truth.

"He has a few problems." Will snorted, leaving the field behind to return to the motel room. He needed to get properly dressed and this day underway.

"Ever have any problems, Will?" Hannibal said, sitting back in his chair to admire the view of Will stripping down. The Alpha let his voice drop huskily, enjoying how his accented voice made slick drip out of his mate. He could hear Will sigh as the Omega reached for another change of underwear.

"Only you."

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TBC