Hey guys, I'm sorry I took so long to update but I have a very good reason: I'm traveling! It's my first time in USA, if any of you fans of Hannibal live near Sacramento CA and want to meet or something, send me a PM. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter, if you do, puh-leeease review.
''Next class we'll see the basics of profiling. Off you go.''
Everyone was going out of the room but one person that passed against the tide of students. It was the psychiatrist. Will smiled imediatly, such genuity that even he didn't perceive otherwise he would have blushed.
''Doctor Lecter'' he offered his hand even though they often didn't exchange such niceties.
''Only Hannibal, Will'' the man looked at his hand before evolving it with both of his. Will thought he seemed radiant today if such a thing could be said of a man so serious.
''S-sure, so what's happened?''
''You bemuse me. Do I often deliver bad news to you?''
Actually yes, but none of them said it out loud, instead the doctor let the professor's hand go and explained why he had come.
''Jack told me to accompany you to a couple of adresses from stores that deals with puppets''
''I'm sorry. I can go alone, you don't need to babysit me''
''If it was any bothering I wouldn't be here. Now, come'' he said turning his back to Will and without waiting for an answer walked to the door.
After not hearing any steps from the investigator he turned to find Will with a worried face, probably thinking he was a disturbance to him.
''I enjoy your company'' a dark brown eyebrow was raised at that ''I wouldn't lie about that. Come'' now two light almost non existent eyebrows were raised, frowning.
That held a final tone to it, so Will complied.
The first shop had nothing out of common, at least Will didn't feel it and Hannibal didn't see it. Of course alibis were going to be checked but the facade of the other shop was enough to create suspicion. The whole inside was very dark, the ceiling so black you only knew it was there because of the webspiders. For a person as tall as Hannibal it was difficult to walk without bowing a little for here and there hanged puppets from the ceiling. In the other hand Will could be taken as one of the many puppets - no, I'm exagerating.
There was no one in the balcony, only some kind of campaign was set on it, with an ironicaly red button. the doctor and professor exchanged glances and with an unspoken agreement, Will pressed the button... PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Will stumbled back and would have fallen if it wasn't for the doctor's steady arms. Of course the ring had surprised Hannibal too but his only reaction was a quick motion with the shoulders. He was accustomed to loud noises, especially screams.
They could have simply let go of each other, but both were reluctant to do that. Will could feel Hannibal's breath and beating of the heart, a pity they didn't encounter eyes. This will sound very cliche but it really seemed like eternity before a few seconds passed. Often these kind of moments are interrupted and this one was no exception.
As soon as an old man came out of the door, or better said, a hole in the wall, Will was back on his feet and adjusting his glasses avoiding Hannibal's eyes as he spoke to the oldie, only after exchanging niceties they got to real point.
''Me and my son participate of the whole process of making the dolls. They are originals, no copies.''
''Are you the only ones that attend the balcony?''
''Yes, it's only me and him'' The phrase had a tone of melancholy.
''Can he come here?''
''Of course.'' the old man said. '' CALVIN!'' the old man shouted.
Will almost stumbled but caught his feet this time. Still, the doctor's hands were on his elbows to steady him again.
''Sorry'' he said embarassed.
The kid entered the room. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked arrogant to the both visitors like they were intruders.
''What is it?'' Calvin said annoyed.
After the interviews, they went to a fancy coffee shop that Hannibal, of course, indicated. If it wasn't for him, Will would have gone to Starbucks. There was a quiet corner that offered comfort and booth didn't offer much distance from the other side. When they sat, their knees brushed together and Will's heart accelerated. During the conversation he kept trying to brush the doctor's knee again, discreetly and casually.
''That kid was awfully suspicious'' Will said.
''Do you think it was him?''
''He certainly have the looks and don't even get me started about his personality. Edgy bloke that one''
There was a pause in the conversation and for a few seconds they sat sipping the coffee. Will brushed the doctor's knee. Again.
''What are you thinking about?''
''Oh, nothing.'' Will blushed slightly.
''I'm surprised, you always seem to have your mind occupied''
''I suppose it's easier to keep it occupied than to have unwelcome thoughts tormenting me''
''You're manipulating your own mind then''
''You could say that''
''How about letting your mind occupied without trying?''
''By doing...?''
''Indulging things that you want''
Will immediately was reminded of what he had already indulged: masturbation. Now he was as red as a tomato.
''Yeah... I've been indulging a lot. Don't ask me'' he said with pleading eyes.
''Now I'm curious but we can get to that later.''
That moment the cell ringed and Will was saved from Hannibal's cocksure words. It was Jack. Another crime scene from the Puppet Killer. So soon?
''PK kills again'' Will said warily after ending the call.
''PK?''
''It's my nickname for Puppet Killer. I'm tired of saying puppet.''
''I suppose it gets repetitive... Shouldn't you be on your way?''
''Wait, let me finish this''
''Drink it fast, I'll drive you there''
Will reached for the cup and felt Hannibal's eyes following his movements. He was flattered and nervous about the attention. After his first swallow he looked up only to confirm it, the doctor's eyes were fixed on his throat, watching it work with the coffee. Will couldn't help thinking about the same scenario but with the coffee switched to another certain liquid.
He swallowed it fast and got up before he, and his pants, embarassed himself some more.
As they were walking towards Hannibal's car Will kept glancing sideways to the man. It was a habit now. When Hannibal caught him looking, he tried to disguise it but it was too late.
''What is it?'' the doctor asked.
''It's just... Thank you for doing this to me. I've been a lot better, as better as one can be doing what I do''
''You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything to you, yet''
''What do you have yet to do?''
''An awful lot''
They had stopped walking without realizing. The street at one side and an alley at the other. Blue eyes to brown eyes, pupils begging to be connected like dots. Will unconsciously stood on his tiptoes for Hannibal was a few inches taller. Even then he wasn't at the same level of the eye of the man he admired and desired to much. They would never be equals, not physical or spiritually. He suddenly felt so sad and ashamed he got back on his heels and even took a step back. He was about to lower his eyes when his both arms were grabbed and his shoulders were thrown to the back of a wall.
The next moment Hannibal was kissing him. Those full red lips engaged perfectly with Will's thin lips. He didn't think about how he should be kissing, it was a natural reaction. With their bodies leaned from chest to knee, Will could throughly feel Hannibal's aroused member pressing against his thigh. His mouth welcomed Hannibal's tongue, his nostrils inhaled profoundly Hannibal's smell and his eyes couldn't bear to open for the pleasure was...
The cell ringed and ringed.
It was Hannibal who broke the kiss because if it was for Will, they would kiss forever.
''That must be Jack. We should be going''
Hannibal walked out of the alley as nothing had happened. Will was left wanting for more - untouched erection and swollen lips. His knees were like jelly but he managed to catch up a few steps behind the doctor.
An inexplicable anger filled him took place of the previous bliss.
Previous thoughts like I want to be fucked gave place to You kiss me and take off without any explanation?