That should have been the end of it. Will returned to his little house in the woods out in the middle of Wolf Trap's nowhere. Hannibal stayed in Baltimore, dining off the rude and manipulating the other vampires and the high society of the city to his whims.
Except it wasn't….
Both became bothered in his own way.
For Will, it came in the form of lost time, the wendigo losing track of himself as he stared at visions of Hannibal that appeared of nowhere and at any time. The wendigo would watch scenes of Hannibal going about his day or night, and then Will would wake up in a field outside of his house or walking down a road with one of his many strays as company.
Needless to say he found it disconcerting, but told himself that he didn't miss the vampire. After all this time alone in self imposed exile, his mind was just wandering after having some relatively pleasant company was all. He couldn't get involved with a vampire of all things, especially one who seemed to have a strange fetish for plaid. So many suits, so much plaid, an rainbow ocean of it. Will felt he had already seen far too much for his own good.
Will chose to ignore it until he was discovered by two Wolf Trap police man sleepwalking, the wendigo luckily in human form at the time. As far as he could tell, he had been on his way to Baltimore. It was then that the wendigo stopped ignoring his subconscious and took it upon himself to consciously travel North to the Charm City.
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In Hannibal's case, the vampire found that he couldn't concentrate. He noticed this sort of thing during a session with a patient. In all fairness though, Franklin was as boring as mayonnaise spread out over Wonder bread. Generally, Hannibal could envision anyone as a meal. The exception to this was Franklin, who would never realize just how lucky he was.
This particular day, Franklin was sobbing…again. Hannibal hated it when the rotund man cried, the vampire knowing he would have to meticulously windex all his surfaces when the session was over. On top of all his other many faults, Franklin was a toucher, one of those people who were the reason museums had to put 'Do Not Touch' signs out everywhere.
As Franklin wetly droned on about his neuroses and his inability to cope, Hannibal found his mind wandering, his thoughts touching in on Will. They had been doing so ever since their meeting. It had been over a week since that day. To a timeless creature who was mentally and physically built to withstand forever, he felt every single moment he was apart from the wendigo. It was strangely painful in an unique sort of way. Hannibal was fascinated by the sensation.
Like now…
Looking up, Hannibal blinked slowly in surprise. It took a hell of a lot to get a better sort of reaction than that from him. Hell hounds had been involved in the last one incident. Hannibal had actually deigned to arch a brow at the damned canines' presence before he'd tore them apart. The demon he had annoyed had not been amused to find out that his dogs had been made into a fancy stew and fed to yuppies at a dinner party.
Currently, a strange creature stood in his office, looking very similar to a stag if one were pitch black and its pelt full of raven feathers. The beast trotted past Franklin, passing right in front of the human in full view. When the man didn't react to its presence, Hannibal realized that he was the only one who could see it. Or at least, he assumed he was, was 85% sure of it. Franklin did have all the observation skills of a vanilla pudding cup.
Only half listening to his patient to make timely appropriate responses, Hannibal entertained himself the rest of Franklin's session by watching the stag like creature wander about his office, the beast appearing to graze on grass that wasn't there. The vampire wondered where it actually was or how he was seeing it, but its presence was a peaceful thing so he put a pin in the issue for now. As he watched the ravenstag fade out of view, the vampire decided he might need to pay a visit to Wolf Trap and seek out the wendigo there.
Upon returning home that evening though, Hannibal found that he had some company already waiting for his arrival, the vampire pausing at his own door. His alarms and traps had been tripped and yet as far as he could tell, the intruder was still alive. Even more unusual, he recognized who it was, the vampire throwing forth his supernatural senses to pick up familiar movements and scents centralized in his kitchen.
Entering into the heart of his domain, Hannibal found Will sitting on his island counter, showered off but still very naked. The vampire had a second to take all this in and process it before the wendigo bodily flung itself at him. If he had truly wanted to, Hannibal could have avoided the collision, his body slamming into the door that shuddered from the impact but held.
Human shaped fingers tore at Hannibal's clothing, managing to disrobe his lower half and make use of it. The vampire only became aware of this when Hannibal managed to pull himself away from the neck he didn't remember starting to feed on. It was all just a blur of blood and nudity up to that point, turning quickly into desperate movements of heat and tightness.
"In me, in me, deeper, deeper, deeper…" Will chanted in Hannibal's ear as the wendigo rode him. They were on the floor now, Hannibal's back braced up against the door from where they had impacted with Will rocking in his lap like he would die without Hannibal's cock filling him.
"Hello to you too, Will." Hannibal said like his face wasn't covered in the wendigo's blood and Will's neck wasn't shredded, still pumping out crimson that streaked his chest. Hannibal leaned in to chase the rivulets with his tongue, nearly losing himself to the perfection of Will's essence. It was even better than he remembered, and Hannibal was one for recalling fine details with crystal clear clarity.
"Shut up and come. Make me full." Will growled, the vibrations of his words making the flesh Hannibal had his teeth anchored in quiver in a pleasant manner.
"I happened to like this suit. Those pants were part of a set. You couldn't have waited until I removed them out of harm's way?" Hannibal mouthed against Will's throat, nipping at in complaint. Will bore down on his hips even harder in response, his harsh movements threatening to ruin Hannibal's flooring with his rhythm along with the rest of his surviving clothing.
"I hate your fucking suits. No one looks good in plaid." Will snarled, feeling desperate and far too empty from a hunger he had been ignoring. Food and drink hadn't filled it. Flesh of another mind and manner was needed. He had barely prepared himself and struggled to keep in human form, wanting to feel the stretch and burn of Hannibal's sex being driven into him.
The need, the hunger, was always there. It was a part of any wendigo, would forever exist within him like a burning coal of necessity. Will felt his teeth begin to lengthen, the wendigo's body threatening to break out of its human disguise in streaks of nightmare that dyed his skin back to black. Tapping that change down, Will returned the vampire's gesture, his now blunted teeth clamping down hard enough to break marble like skin. He felt more than heard Hannibal grunt from the assault, but kept still as the wendigo tore into him, working a piece of vampire's flesh free.
Throwing his head back with a mouthful of his lover and the vampire attached to his neck following with the movements, Will clenched as he pressed himself as far down as he could manage on the length inside of him, the vampire's meat cold and malleable as stone. Will felt it deep within him like a strange brand against the strange fever of his human form and it still wasn't enough. He always ran hot when he was like this, so small and deceptively fragile.
When the vampire came, Will felt it to his core, Hannibal's spent cooling that heat of love lust, that hunger that gnawed on the inner marrow of Will's bones. The wendigo was hazily aware of the blood coated hand that stroked his own erection, the weeping forgotten thing it was. The orgasm coaxed from him was almost like an afterthought, Will's body jerking in numb pleasure from it like a marionette with its strings held in place by fangs.
When those teeth were retracted, Will fell back onto the cool floor completely sated, at least for the moment. A wendigo was never really full for long as he picked little pieces of vampire out of his teeth with his tongue. Hannibal hadn't been very tasty, but Will had eaten far worse in the past. If he had to render a verdict, the wendigo would have to say that vampire was kinda chewy and dull in flavor, like old beef jerky.
"Are you hungry?" was asked of Will, who did his best to focus through the haze of blood loss and pleasure that created a fog about him.
"Don't ask stupid questions. You're better than that." Will muttered as he made Hannibal's kitchen floor his new bed for now, the wendigo debated on whether or not the vampire would let him nap here.
"Will, you're making difficult to be a good host." Hannibal sighed as he disengaged himself from the wendigo who seemed perfectly happy to scrawl out where he had fallen over. Hannibal dissuaded him of his notion by kicking the wendigo in the side to have his ankle snapped at. The vampire rolled his shoulders to work out the kink in it created by his healing factor as his flesh knitted itself back together. All of Will's blood inside of him aided in that endeavor nicely. "Please get up. We need to talk."
"Fine. Feed me first." Will grumbled as he picked himself off the floor. When he found he was dizzy from his wounds, the wendigo shifted, allowing his true nature to heal him. The ravenstag, the animal form of a wendigo, looked over to find the vampire staring at him with a very peculiar look.
"What?" Will asked, reverting back to his completely healed human shell. He couldn't talk as the ravenstag and his wendigo form was too tall for the continued safety of Hannibal's ceilings.
"So you have been stalking me." Hannibal said, his sanguine eyes narrowing as they turned to a bloody shade of ruby.
"Don't flatter yourself." Will snorted in amusement until he realized that the vampire was being serious. "What are you talking about?"
"I've been seeing that creature, you, from time to time. Just wandering about before disappearing." Hannibal said, choosing to open a bottle of red and pour two glasses instead of attacking Will. Something was amiss here and he needed the wendigo alive to help him figure it out.
"You've been seeing me? I've seeing you!" Will snapped though he still accepted the offered drink. He noticed the vampire wince as he gulped the Chianti down like it were water.
"How so?" Hannibal sighed, taking a delicate sniff and sip of his own to show Will how it was done. The vampire frowned at the wendigo when he noticed the other smiling into his glass.
"Just doing things, like taking way too long in the morning getting dressed, making dinner, going to the opera, and talking to some guy who keeps crying." Will grinned, wandering over to a fruit basket to discover its contents were real. All of Hannibal's honey mangoes were eaten much to the vampire's chagrin who mentally crossed out fresh pineapple mango salsa as a topping tonight.
"That would be Franklin. I apologize for that. He has issues or at least, he believe he does." Hannibal muttered as he rethought his dinner plans.
"Oh…." Will mumbled around a mango before cracking the seed of it in half with his teeth. That earned him a glare from the vampire. "So you've been seeing me as well then. What have I been doing?"
"Grazing from what I gather." Hannibal said, opening his refrigerator to take stock in what he had to offer his bottomless pit of a guest. He decided it might actually be a good night to clean out his fridge.
"Yeah, I do that. A wendigo's hunger is a constant thing and it takes a lot of energy to maintain this form. The ravenstag is kind of like a default mode to save energy while escaping notice. Depending on who is looking, I either appear to them as a single stag or an unkindness of ravens. Rarely a combination of both though. Must be cause you're a vampire." Will reasoned out as he was handed a block of rather expensive cheese covered with stamped wax. Shrugging, Will ate it without even really tasting it.
"Fascinating, but that still doesn't explain why either of us is experiencing this….exchange." Hannibal said, passing over a jar of stuffed olives that he had bought on a whim but discovered he didn't like.
"Well we can figure that out later. I wasn't kidding about the part about feeding me. I really need to eat something other than you and condiments." Will pointed out, making a face at the empty jar's label. Who the hell decided to stuff perfectly good olives with anchovies and think that was a good idea?
"Hmmm…..I still have some lawyer I need to get rid of." Hannibal said, pulling out a butcher paper wrapped appendage that was about to turn. He had been meaning to make something of the meat, but had never gotten around to it, having other things on his mind.
"Should I be insulted by that?" Will sniffed what turned out to be most of a calf and all of a foot.
"You don't eat lawyers?" Hannibal arched a brow at the wendigo.
"Just because I'll eat anything doesn't mean I wouldn't complain about it. Those olives were just plain nasty." Will grumped, wanting something to take the lingering taste of fishy failure out of his mouth.
"Don't be rude, Will, or I won't cook for you." Hannibal threatened, starting to put the lawyer back and reach for some accountant's innards. Large black hands pulled him and his fare back to find the wendigo towering over him, the lean creature curling over the vampire to cage him in place.
"Shut up and pass me that leg before I start nibbling on you're cabinets."
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TBC