It's been a few days since I last updated, the chapter in itself had nothing to do with it. I fucking fell off a horse ( I told my religious aunt that I saw a white light, but in the end it was the sun, what a disappointment ) Anywaaaay, sorry for the delay.
Why does my words keep seeming to rhyme?
Will seated in Jack's office, waiting for the agent to end a call. He was fidgeting incessantly, he wanted to tell Jack as fast as he could before the PK could take another life.
''Yes, send me a copy of the file'' Crawford said with no ceremony ''Will, good to see you. What is it?''
''I think we could have a suspect or two for this case, I connected some things''
He explained everything very fast and waited for Jack's approval. He was afraid that he would call this a nonsense and a long shot.
''This is a long shot'' Jack said ''but we could try it. I'll put someone to research more about that and see if we could get a warrant''
''Thanks for believing me'' Will said relieved.
''I always believed you. So far, you haven't disappointed but'' he frowned ''I'd really appreciate if you're honest to me''
''I always am, Jack'' he said getting up and walking to the exit.
''One more thing then'' the agent said when Will was about to close the door ''Why do you have the same clothes as yesterday? Where have you been?''
''Well, I...''
''Have you been...?'' Jack got closer to him and sniffed the air ''drinking?''
He had been fucking. A lot. And he was happy that all Jack thought was that he could have been drinking. He told him not to worry and gave a lame excuse. He was heading towards the exit when the last person he wanted to see walked in the corridor. He hoped Alana didn't engage him in a long conversation.
''Will! It's been some time, any good news?''
''There's a possible lead, I was just in Jack's office''
''That's good. You look bright, are you going out too?'' she pointed to the doors that led to outside.
Since they were going the same way, he naturally accompanied Alana in the direction of her car. They talked about polite things all the way to her car. Alana looked over the parking lot and then to Will. He didn't know what she saw but the next thing she did was kiss him.
It wasn't a full kiss, it was chaste, a fair touching of lips. It could be a friendly kiss, except he didn't have that kind of friend. He couldn't imagine what Hannibal would think of that, he would figure it out later. Now he had to let it clear to her that nothing romantic would happen between them.
''Why did you do that? Look, Alana...''
''Did you feel anything?'' he kept being interrupted by people, this was so annoying.
''No. You?'' he chose his words carefully but sincerely.
''I didn't either. See? This means we can be friends. I like you, Will. I hate to see you avoiding me'' she gave a sad smile to his expression of surprise
''Yes, I'm not blind. C'mon''
''I don't know what to say. Why are you doing this now?''
''Because things have changed'' she said raising an eyebrow.
''Don't get me wrong. I want to be friends with you, but what has changed?''
He genuinely liked Alana but had avoided her because of her talent of reading him so well. She had been right before, he had only kissed her because he was searching for stability. He was so ashamed of that. But he couldn't understand how things had changed. Things are always changing. He hated when somebody claimed he had changed. As if it is a crime! It's called evolution, and if Alana ''accused'' him of that he would have to excuse her.
''Again Will, I'm not blind. I see you met someone and by the look of your clothes you did pretty well''
''How did you know I was wearing the same as yesterday?'' he said appalled, and how did she know he ''met'' someone? Was he glowing like a schoolgirl after the first kiss? He didn't feel in love, he felt well fucked.
''Jack just told me you might have been sleepwalking or something, and I said I'd have a talk with you. So here I am, breaking the ice. Aren't you happy?'' she gave a smile and two taps on his left shoulder.
''No, I mean, that's a relief'' he smiled back.
''Well, do you wanna grab a beer or something, then?''
''Now? Actually...''
''Say no more'' she said in a serious tone first, and after with a knowing one ''You have a date, don't you?''
''Yes, you're right''
''I look forward to meet her'' she looked for her keys inside the purse.
''Want to see if she's some kind of crazy like I am?'' he regretted saying it after seeing Alana's expression.
''I want to see if she's worth of you'' she didn't appreciate the joke and frowned.
''I'm afraid is the contrary'' Will glanced at his watch ''I should be going. It was good to talk to you and clarify things''
''I wouldn't want you to be late. Off you go''
This had been strange but nice at the same time. As he crossed the parking lot to get to his car, Alana called after him.
''Will!'' he turned to her direction ''Comb your hair, will ya?''
There was Will, with combed hair and all, sitting at his table. The main dish today was asparagus with an elaborated sauce to cover meaty pieces of kid. The kid didn't actually have much meat, so in the other salty dishes, the meat looked like shredded smoked pork. It tasted good, nonetheless. Everything he cooked tasted good (in a scale where good is the minimum).
Will didn't seem to be enjoying it. There was something wrong with him, not sadness nor anger, but fear. It couldn't have been something Hannibal had done, could it? Will couldn't possibly know about the skinny kid and he had covered his tracks relatively well.
Except for a few drops on the floor of the main room. The red dots had passed his attentive vision but not Mrs. Shaw vision. Even being conveniently late, she came while Hannibal was cleaning the bloody mess. He hated it like that inside his house.
''Dr Lecter, looks like blood'' she accusingly pointed to the drops with a fat finger. She had OCD and compulsive laughing issues.
''That's why I don't like plastic bags'' he immediately cleaned them with a white rag, othewise the woman wouldn't concentrate on the session, and added with a smile ''Meat is very good but it has its disadvantages''
That was not a concern anymore. Now he wanted to know why Will wouldn't enjoy the meal he so carefully prepared. He had even experimented with arabic seasonings.
''What are you so nervous about?''
''Why would you think that?''
''I do have some knowledge of psychiatry''
''Well, I feel like I'm a few steps behind here. I can't read you at all'' he said annoyed but seemed to regret it right after.
''As I said before, if there's something you want to do or say, all you have to do is ask''
''The real question is if you're going to be honest with me''
''I'll do my best'' he slightly bowed his head ''Now, how does the americans say? Spill the beans?''
''Today'' he took a deep breath ''I kissed Alana, technically, she kissed me but it wasn't like...'''
He didn't listen more. Hannibal literally saw red when he looked at the glass with red wine in front of him. He felt as much rage as the color expressed. He wanted to possess Will in all ways possible right now, sexually, spiritually and mortally. He had to get out of there before he did something instinctive like killing the man.
He mumbled an excuse, politeness never abandoned him, and took off to his favorite place: The Kitchen. Unfortunately Will followed right after him, he didn't know what was good for him. He had to take control of the situation right now. He was possessive, that was all.
''I didn't think it was necessary to point out that this relationship would be monogamous'' he cornered Will at the closest solid furniture, the balcony. Yes, the same balcony they had fucked on before. Will opened his mouth but he gave him a warning look ''And I am not one that likes to share''
The professor raised his finger as if asking for permission to talk. Hannibal couldn't decide if it was mockingly or sincerely. He chose to take it for mocking and gave an equally mocking response, kind of. Hannibal made as if to bite the finger but before, he spoke seriously.
''You can talk, explain yourself.'' Looking at the finger, he feigned boredom. He finally bit it, slowly circulating it with his tongue. When Will moaned he reprehended him ''I said you could talk, not moan''
''A-alana and I are just friends''
''I recall myself saying we were friends a few days ago and look at us now''
''That's not gonna happen with her, I swear. It was only a little peck, friendly. She wanted to assure me we didn't have feelings for each other''
''Hmmmm'' Hannibal looked upwards pretending to think about the subject ''She needed to kiss you to assure that?''
''I did think that was strange... Women.'' As if that explained everything.
''Will, from now on you won't accept 'little pecks' from anyone but me'' Hannibal gave him the ridiculous so-called peck and added ''Come, I'd hate to let a meal unfinished. Today is a special''
''Yeah, sure, it's our first date after all'' Will walked over to table relieved.
That wasn't the reason for it being a special. But if he wanted to put it like that. A fresh perspective. A date? It required music then!
They had finished eating and went to start their little ritual of washing dishes with Will, of course, drying. After, Hannibal guided him to the main room and asked:
''Do you like music?''
''Actually, the radio clouds my thoughts''
''That's noise, not music''
''I don't have preferences but I do avoid opera, it tends to be tragic and deals with a lot of death''
''But you have to deal a lot with death''
''That's the point, I already have enough''
''Or you could change you perspective. Allan Poe for example, he saw the beauty of it''
''Is he a good example? I think he had some serious problems''
''He did live in Baltimore too'' Hannibal smirked and looked pointedly at him ''but the point is that everything has its beauty''
''I can feel it but'' he shook his head ''when I open my eyes I only see the brutal cruelty''
The subject had gone from music to death. The doctor would make Will see the beauty of it eventually, he was in no hurry. For now, they would enjoy simple things. Hannibal didn't like radio because they had more commercials than music, if he wanted propaganda, he could watch the polishop channel. It was so annoying. That's why he had his own collection of discs, cds and tapes. He chose one from Frank Sinatra, it wasn't one of his favorites but it would do for a dance.
''Shall we?'' he offered his hand and Will took it right away.
I believe gay couples shouldn't be compared to heterosexual couples in terms of ''Who's the man? Who's the woman of the relation?''. It can't be compared. One may be dominant in certain aspects and passive in others. Hannibal and Will are no different but in this case there was no question that Will would be the ''woman''. He would never complain about that. Hannibal watched with amusement as the professor glued to his body. He placed his hand firmly against his lower back and for his delight, Will gasped. His reactions were surprisingly cute. I know, I know, Hannibal would never use that word, he surprised even himself.
''Do you play?'' Will pointed with his chin to the piano.
''I mostly discover, but I do have some compositions of my own. Nothing finished'' he dismissed it.
''Can I listen to you?'' the doctor agreed to do it after the music finished.
After clumsy steps and mumbled excuses, from Will's part of course, they sat side by side, at Will's request, on the piano bench. Hannibal chose to play one of his favorite compositors: Franz Liszt.
Now and then, he glanced at the professor and could see that the man was doing something he hadn't done for a long time, surrendering to the music. Liszt was chaotic, yet harmonic and in a certain way reminded him of Will. Of both of them together.
God, he had to get to the next step of this relationship, he couldn't let himself soften up on Will, it would lead nowhere for both of them.
To be honest I'm not satisfied with this chapter, but it's to evolve the relationship. Promise I'll be better next time ;_;