Authors Note: Look what you've done to me! This was meant to be a one shot and now I've got half a damn novel planned for it! I hope you're all happy with yourselves!

Honestly though, thanks to everyone who's been reading, kudoing and leaving comments. For whatever reason this story seems to have gotten a lot of attention, so if you want it I will write it. C:

Also it should be noted that as this was planned to be a one shot I did have to go back to chapter 01 and change one line in order to turn this into a longer story.

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03

Despite the heavy drapes that hung across the window when the sun rose to spill light over the horizon and chase away the last of night with hues of red and gold, a beam of light still found its way into the killers darkened room, creeping in through a crack in those curtains. The light crawled between drapes of heavy velvet and climb over the windowsill down onto the floor. It moved with a slow almost hesitant nature, ebbing in to chase away more of the shadows as he found the skirt tales of satin to scale bedding the color of oceans untraveled and crawled further up. It traveled over bodies curled together in sleep before the ray of light settling upon the face of a man who should never have been there.

It was the shift of a body that woke him, the unusual presence of another in his bed that roused the killer from his dreamless sleep. Hannibal opened his eyes with the ready awareness of a predator honed for survival, the unique shade of maroon nearly the color of blood settling upon the source of the movement at once. The man curled into his side.

Either Adam or William had rolled away from the light, the shift of a body unfamiliar against his own rousing him for an attack against an intruder.

Instead he was greeted with the sight of parted lips made soft by sleep and the ghost of breath against his face. His angel was still sleeping, his dark lashes curling against his cleeks like ebony moons against a cream colored sky. The ringlets of his hair a halo in the morning light, their stray wisps catching light to gather and hold it in a ring of gold.

He wondered what he'd done to earn such a beautiful man in his bed. He wondered what he would have to do to keep him there, who he would have to kill.

Or break.

With one arm curled beneath his pillow the other sought the too thin waist of the man at his side, a match created for him by God himself. It would take God to take him away.

Hannibal wished to see more of the monster Will Graham kept hidden within, the predator he locked away in the shadows of his mind to watch with thoughts of warm blood and cold murder. He wanted to witness the beauty of his darling Adam's skills in the darkness of their art.

But that would all depend on who woke by his side. The skilled profiler he would be forced to strangle and devour or the chaotic Adam he desired to take again in a murder room slicked with blood.

He felt another shift of the body against him and watched as tired eyes nearly the shade of sea skies in the bright morning light blinked awake to greet him with a lazy smile. "Morning doctor," He leaned forward to capture thin lips with his own, wrapping his arms around shoulders to draw the broader man close. "Were you watching me?"

"Hard not to," He felt the pull of a smile as he rolled to pull Adam on top.

"What is this between us?" Adam smiled back, pressing himself into the body of hardened muscle beneath him, his morning wood present against the man's stomach.

Broad hands ran from ribs to hip, pulling the lost man farther up his stomach to sit, "Is there a label you would prefer?" he reached into his bedside table to produce a small bottle of scented oil, its contents half empty for Adam to deduce its purpose in the bedroom and experienced use.

He spread his legs a little wider and stretched, drawing his body into an alluring line for the predator beneath him as hands slicked with liquid smelling of jasmine and cedar parted the globes of his ass to touch his entrance and slip inside. His muscles were still loose from their activities only a few hours before but he bit his lip at the intrusion and fullness all the same. "I don't think there is a label for what we have, this relationship seems to be a design all our own." His smile was lazy as he felt the digits enter him and he rocked his hips to urge them on. "But we can call ourselves 'boyfriends' if you'd like."

"Labels create restrictions, at times it is best to work without them." He pressed a third into his Adam and watched as the lithe body arched back, hands splayed over the plains of his stomach as he rode the fingers that stretched him within. There was so much confidence in the slim agile body on top him, something that had been missing from the photo's he'd been looking at the night before.

It made him want to learn more about the man named William crouching within his Adam and waiting to get out. He would have to look into him before he woke up, see exactly what it was that left him so insecure in his surroundings.

See if he was something he could break to bring his Adam back once he awoke.

Perhaps the inverted nature he had witnessed in William through the shots was caused by a sense of shame for Adam, a self-loathing or denial toward his desire to kill and the enjoyment he felt from it.

"I'm sorry," Adam taunted, reaching behind to remove fingers from himself and instead guide a swollen cock into his body, "is this a bad time for you?"

"I promise I'm not distracted," The words came out in a groan as he was eased into a body tighter than he'd expected. "All my thoughts remain on you."

He smiled, biting his lip as he began a languid rocking of his hips, taking Hannibal to the hilt with encouraging hands on his waist as he rose to Hannibal's tip before plunging to its base. "Suppose I have no room to talk." His laugh was mixed with panted gasps, his body tensing as he skewered himself onto Hannibal's thick cock to feel the press of swollen head against his prostate.

He pressed back, pushing into Adam to make his beautiful mouth fall open and body arch. "What were you thinking of last night?" Gripping hips tight enough to bruise he raised Adam until only the head remained before urging the body down again, thrusting up to meet him and draw a startled cry from kiss swollen lips.

"I was watching," he shuttered, leaning back to settle hands on Hannibal's thighs and better the predators view. "I watched you butcher a sounder and then I took your place to carve up another." He rolled his hips to draw a quiet sound from his lover before pushing down again, gripping tight the flesh inside him to force a sharp breath from Hannibal with his pleasure. He smiled meeting eyes the color of wine as they drank in his naked form.

"Your mind wonders whether you wish it to or not." He bucked again to make his breath hitch and body draw taught. The beginning to his end, "You see death wherever it is present." Half lidded storm clouded skies seemed to smile at him in silent confirmation before sliding to his lips. A habit of William's Adam had not been able to break. "You become the bringer of death regardless if it suits you."

Blue grey fell closed as a keen mind moved to focus on the movement of hips and building pressure in the base of his stomach. Hannibal enjoyed seeing him cum without the assistance of a hand to his cock. He'd seen it the night before when the doctor had worked so hard to bring him to his end without the assisting touch.

It fed his ego and narcissism to bring Adam to his end by body alone and was a gift he would give him again if only because he enjoyed the sensation of reaching his climax from within himself. He focused on the perusal of his pleasure and empathised with the drawing of Hannibal's, focusing on his keeper and the pleasure coursing through him caused by Adam, it urged him forward and pushed him to pursue his end without aid to his weeping cock.

"You enjoy it." Hannibal continued, pushing himself to the hilt and stilling to hold Adam mounted as he climaxed, keeping his bucking hips in place with gripping hands as he rode out his pleasure, the evidence of his end spilling out between them to streak silvering chest hair.

He took a breath, head lulling between his shoulders as he felt the gentle urge of hands to continue and followed their lead, allowing Hannibal to pursue his own pleasure with a quicker pace now that Adam's had been found. "It makes me feel powerful," He sighed, as Hannibal buried himself deeper, taking his pleasure past the buddle of nerves that made Adam keen. "It makes me feel righteous."

He found his end within him, filling Adam with his heat as he examined the face of a man nothing like the one he'd seen in photo's the night before. "Beautiful." He whispered, pulling Adam down to lie against him for a kiss.

They remained that way for several minutes, with Adam laid over Hannibal and the killer buried inside. "Beautiful?" Adam smiled, closing his eyes to rest against his lover as they caught their breaths. "There are thousands of killers lose in the world. What is it that makes my violence a thing of beauty against theirs?"

He buried his nose in soft curls and smiled into a scent of warm sweetness that was both peculiar and Adam, "Because we are alike."

"Two sides of the same coin?" Adam grinned against his collarbone, kissing one of the onyx marks he'd sucked into flesh the night before, "Because we remove those unworthy of life."

"We give them a greater purpose in death." He eased his flaccid cock from the yielding flesh of Adam's body, drawing a groan from the younger man at the feeling of loss as cum and oil trickled down his thighs. Despite the mess it was a look he could appreciate.

"Like breakfast?" Adam asked with an air of hopefulness, he couldn't remember the last time he'd ate and if the prominence of his ribs were anything to go by it wasn't nearly a frequent enough venture for him to start skipping.

"Like breakfast. Shall we shower first?" Adam rolled off him and stretched, drawing his arms above his head to pop shoulders and feel more of the quickly cooling warmth run down his legs.

He would have gladly waited until after food for the shower if it wasn't for the sticky mess between his thighs. "Such a proper monster," He pressed another lazy kiss to thin lips before sauntering into the washroom. "I get first wash, you made the mess."

Grinning over his shoulder Adam didn't close the door as he stepped inside, a mist of steam soon filtering out the jarred door. The proper monster watched as ghosts of heated water crawled into his bedroom in invitation for one monster to join the other.

Rising from the bed he followed his lover into the shower, it would be rude to refuse an invitation.

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"Oh my god," Adam nearly moaned around his mouthful of fluffy eggs and juicy sausage. "This is amazing." He licked his lips to gathering the lingering taste of smoky meat and tried his coffee. He could have died from the taste of sweetened bold roast alone. "Did you make the sausage?" He hadn't expected Hannibal to be a terror in the kitchen, but he hadn't expected to find himself dining at the hands of a gourmet either. His monster could cook, better than that he obviously enjoyed it and enjoyed seeing others take pleasure in his culinary art.

If meat that seemed to melt on the tongue and perfectly sweetened coffee were but the tip of the ice burg Adam would gladly hand the chore off to him. The idea of standing at a stove wasn't all too appealing to him anyway. It was probably a factor towards his being so skinny.

Sipping his own coffee Hannibal was more content watching his angel consume the flesh of lesser beings than indulging in it himself. It filled him with a warmth he hadn't thought himself capable of feeling anymore, a sense of belonging he wanted to keep as he watched another so much like himself devour human flesh knowingly. "I'm very particular with what I put in my body," he explained, at last lifting his fork to sample a portion of protein scramble. "For that reason I prepare most of my food myself."

Despite efforts not to scarf the fare he'd been presented Adam was already pushing away an empty plate, satisfied in a way that left him neither hungry nor full. "So it's made from people." He summarized, draining his coffee and rising to get another. He had a feeling from the edge of a caffeine headache pressing in on him that he was a bit of an addict. "Do you eat other meats?" He rinsed his plate and deposited it in the dishwasher before refilling his cup, returning to his seat at the table.

"I partake in all forms of protein," he watched Adam move around his kitchen with some measure of comfort in his steps. His feet were healing cleanly and would continue to do so under his care. Though it would still be preferable that Adam remain off them for a few days, he enjoyed seeing the man take a moment to keep his sanctuary clean. "I have a few butchers I trust for the purchase of meat," He selected another piece of flesh and thought of the doctor it had come from with delight. He was serving a far higher purpose filling their bellies than he ever had testing blood. "I simply prefer my own."

Their conversation was interrupted by an abrupt knock at the door. "Do you often get visitors first thing in the morning?" Adam asked as he watched the micro expression of his lovers face change to one of curious annoyance, their attention drawn towards the door.

It would appear that Hannibal didn't enjoy being interrupted during meals, it was a bit of knowledge he tucked away for later. It was good to know what the killer you were sleeping with found annoying.

"If you'll excuse me," He rose from the table, leaving his breakfast to cool and company to wait as he walked the short distance from his dining room to the front door.

"Good morning Dr. Lecter," A broad shouldered man in a black coat nearly soaked through with rain and looking rather tired greeted as he opened one double door.

It was raining, an icy autumn downpour expected to continue well into the night, one he was more than a little pleased to have saved his Adam from. The man held out a hand in formal greeting and Hannibal accepted it in a soggy shake as was polite, though he made no offer to admit the man into his home. He had an overhang that was doing quite nicely to keep the man disturbing his peace from becoming overly wet and unless he had come to tell him that his office had burnt to the ground during the night and his phone lines were cut preventing a call, he was going to politely harvest his organs and have them for dinner. It was ten in the morning on a Saturday. "I'm special agent Jack Crawford of the FBI. I apologize for bothering you at your home but I need to speak with you. May I come in?"

He knew of Mr. Crawford, though he had never met the man in person. An avid reader of Tattle Crime, Hannibal was well informed on the agent pursuing him. What he was more interested in knowing was to what purpose he was visiting his home and what was contained in the folder peeking out from the wet flaps of his jacket in a vain attempt to keep it dry. Stepping to the side he allowed the agent entry.

Some things were better kept within the house.

A potential murder one of them.

Taking his jacket he lead him into a sitting room away from the kitchen, the last thing he needed was for Adam to search out the facilities and the missing FBI profiler wonder by to surprise Jack as they talked.

"May I inquire what this is about?" He fastened his house coat, not having expected any guests he and Adam had decided to spend the morning dressed in the sleep wear they had forgone the night before, intent on a lazy day in each other's company and the possible continuation of earlier activates well into the afternoon.

"You can, but I'd like to ask you a few questions first." He smiled, the look a little less strained and a little more friendly as he took the indicated seat and Hannibal lit a fire. "You have a very lovely home doctor." He placed the folder on a table set between their chairs but did not push it towards him. Hannibal followed it momentarily with his eyes before settling across from Jack in a seat of his own. He did not enjoy being caught off guard, nor did he appreciate being investigated while in his pajamas. If it wasn't for the danger of leaving the man alone to wonder the halls of his house and in chance discover Will, he would have left to dress.

"Are you here to investigate me agent Crawford?" he had offered him the chair to the right of the fire. It placed Jack closer to the door, but Hannibal closer to the iron poker he would use to run him through.

"No, no," He tapped the folder with a finger, eyes drawn to it in quiet contemplation before pushing it fractionally across the table. "You came as a recommendation to me from Dr. Alana Bloom."

"Dr. Bloom?" He settled some, a recommendation from Alana would have him hidden well beneath their radar. "And what has Alana recommended me for?"

"Due to circumstances I have found myself short two of my best profilers." He admitted, though it sounded as though he were reconciling with a death that had yet to be confirmed, he had an idea's whose corps he was waiting on. "Your name was given to me as a recommendation for assisting on high profile cases until such time that Dr. Bloom can resume."

He reached for the offered file, Jack's hand moving out to touch his own in warning before it was opened and horrors revealed. "These are high profile criminals Dr. Lecter."

"Before I became a psychiatrist I was a surgeon for an emergency ward." The hand remained.

"I just want you to prepare yourself, these won't be what you're used to seeing." Hand removed he opened the folder. The first picture to face him was beautiful. "This is a file of one of our current cases. The profile on the killer was never completed. I was hoping you might be able to supply us with a profile on this killer and perhaps a few other."

"You said that you were down by two profilers though you only mentioned the assumed return of Dr. Bloom. Would it be safe to assume that 'due to circumstances' the death of one has affected the other?" He turned the page to find another of the same clipped to a report describing the deceased. There were two more beyond that before he recognized one for all the slight differences it held from the rest.

The murders had been committed by one they called the 'Angel Maker'. His victims all stripped, flayed, presented and burned. Their skin hung with hooks, wire and string to keep the flesh spread as angel wings, their genitals removed and their hands bound in prayer before they were left to burn in hell fire made by their prosecutor.

Each victim had been executed and displayed in the same artistic cruelty as the first, each victim identified by their dental records alone.

Each victim the same but one.

The last photo was different, a break in the cycle due to a lack of equipment and an unexpected change of hands.

The final body had been found slumped and burnt. The flesh and sticks that had held the victim in form had burned away to leave little evidence of their standing form. But the rocks that had held his charred body propped and the hole is his neck still remained.

This was his dear Adam's kill.

A replica of the murders Will had been chasing before he had been caught by the Angel Maker and destined towards victimization.

"We have nothing confirmed." Jack may have been trying to convince himself of lingering hope, but the doubt Hannibal heard within him spoke of memories of Miriam Lass. "He was chasing a lead on this criminal before he disappeared."

He wondered if the information he was about to feed him would ease his pain or feed its fire, "The last murder was retaliation from the victim." Hannibal announced. "The corpse is your killer. His intended victim mimicked his methods and escaped." He leaned back in his chair, leaving the folder open between them with his lovely Adam's murder on top.

Jack looked from the photo to the report. "How can you be so sure?"

"While all other victims had been purposefully burned alive, the last one was not." He fingered a line in the autopsy report, "he died from the wound to his throat, one I suspect to be a defense wound from his intended victim. I would assume the rest to be the results of temporary insanity triggered by trauma." He watched as Jack's jaw clenched with thoughts of a profiler lost to insanity rather than death. It made him more curious as to who Will Graham was that he would vastly prefer one over the other. "There is no guarantee that the victim was your profiler Agent Crawford."

"There's no proof that it wasn't." He sighed. "We found the murder weapon, but the prints were too smudged to lift a proper ID." He flipped the folder closed, face hard as he mulled over the information provided. "We believe that the last victim is our missing profiler, though we have yet to find his body."

"Do you believe he's dead or you hope for it?" Hannibal pressed the still raw wound to watch Jack squirm.

"I would prefer it to the alternative." He admitted, glancing from the folder to the doctor across from him.

"The murder was committed in self defense. I hardly think that paints your profiler a killer." He played the role of a comforting soul.

Jack shook his head, leaning back to stare at the fire as though the flames might give him answers not yet known, "There's a difference between self defense and mutilation." Though the look in his eye said there was more to know, "You don't know Will Graham. He'll serve time this if it was him, for what he did to the body."

"I believe a psych evaluation would be necessary before incarceration. We have no idea what methods may have used in the apprehension of Mr. Graham." He steepled his fingers, relaxing into the game of devil's advocate, "He may have been suffering delusions prior to the killer's execution."

Silence fell between them, the void filled only by the sound of wind, rain and the crackling of wood on the fire. "I hope you're right. But regardless I still need a profiler until Alana is able to return to her duties." He tapped the folder, reminding Hannibal of the beautiful horrors inside. "There would be a lot more like this, some worse."

"Alana is a good friend of mine. I would be happy to help." Though it still left him curious, "May I inquire what it is about Mr. Graham's disappearance that has left Alana unable to work."

A serious look was cast to him, though it was one of knowing, "I'm not at the liberty to say, it's a question you'll have to ask Dr. Bloom." Slipping a card from his pocket he placed it on top of the folder, "We'd be happy to have you on the team Dr. Lecter. Thank you for your time."

It wasn't until after he'd seen Jack out and flipped the lock that he returned to the study in search of Adam, his angel at last creeping out from his hiding place see what he had only listened to before. "That was quite rude of you Adam, listening in on our conversation like that." He stepped closer, coming up behind his angel to grip him around the waist with one arm as he turned the pages of the file with the other, setting stormy eyes on the remains of the kill he'd left to burn.

But it wasn't the photo Adam was looking at, it was the report pinned beneath it. "Who's Will Graham?"

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