It's the last chapter! I hope it's not disappointing and I hope you've enjoyed the story. Please read my other Hannibal fanfiction if you don't mind a bit of gender swapping! Thank you all for reading and supporting me through this. ~X
"A dinner party…?" Will looked up at Hannibal, his nose scrunched slightly. He really disliked formal occasions. "Yes, Will. I thought you could invite Jack, and of course Miss Bloom. A small gathering, of friends."
Will disliked the thought of that even more. He'd rather Hannibal invite people he didn't know. "...When?" He asked, his browns tilted into a frown.
"Saturday. I've already started preparing, so I won't be taking no for an answer." He smiled at Will, knowing full well what he was thinking.
Rolling his eyes, Will sighed. He could never say no lately. "Fine… But if they're busy…" He started to say.
"They won't be." Hannibal was so sure of himself that it made Will frown more.
"I'll call Jack now then…" He muttered and pulled his phone from his pocket, looking through his calls and selecting Jack.
The phone rang for a bit before the man answered. "Will, What a coincidence, I was just about to call you." Jack said. "I know I said I wouldn't ask you again… But I've had three ripper victims turn up in the past few days."
Will swallowed hard, eyes flicking to Hannibal and away again. "Jack… I won't be able to help, there's nothing more I can tell you…" Will said. He was sure there was a lot more he could tell Jack, but he didn't see the point when he already knew who the ripper was.
"Don't be ridiculous." Jack answered, he knew all too well how capable Will really was.
"Jack I didn't call for this… I was just calling to invite you to a dinner party on Saturday." He changed the subject quickly, hoping the FBI agent would move away from the other topic.
"A dinner party at Hannibal Lecters..." He said, not really asking. "If I say yes will you come and at least look at the bodies?"
Will growled a little in annoyance, he'd do anything for a quiet life right now. "Fine! Yes! I'll look at the goddamned bodies."
"Good. I'll pick you up in an hour." Will could head the amusement in Jack's voice. Not answering, he hung up on the man.
He glared at Hannibal, it was all his fault. "Thank you so much, I now have to go and view your mess."
Hannibal just smirked back at him. "What mess would that be, Will?" Hannibal liked playing dumb, even though he obviously knew what Will was speaking about.
Will just looked at the man in displeasure, neither of them had really mentioned Hannibal's murderous tendencies, but it gave more leverage to play around with Will. Hannibal seemed to like seeing him lose his temper a little.
Shrugging it off, Will left the living room without a word and went up to the bedroom to grab his bag; placing his phone and Ipad into it
He jumped, feeling a hand stroke its way up his back. "I wish you'd stop sneaking up on me, Hannibal. I'm going to have a heart attack one of these days."
Hannibal just smiled a little, placing the hand on Will's waist, kissing along his shoulder and up to his ear. He brushed his lips against the shell of the brunette's ear before speaking. "What are you going to tell Jack?"
Will was a little shocked at the question. "Nothing of importance… Am I that untrustworthy, Hannibal?" He didn't turn to look at the man, he wanted him to feel at least a little guilty about the question. Even though Will knew he was going to turn the man in at some point, and soon.
"Trust is something that should be worked extremely hard for." Was all he said, and kissed the younger mans ear. He didn't trust Will, not completely. Then again he hadn't trusted many people in his lifetime.
"Make sure you tell Jack to be here at seven on Saturday." He said, and pulled away from Will. "I will call Alana."
Will nodded in understanding, picking up his bag and following Hannibal back downstairs. He sat on the sofa and pulled his shoes on, he needed to make his mind up on which day he was going to make his little plan work. Hannibal had given him an advantage, though the thought that it might all be a trick clouded his decision.
He'd been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the knock on the front door. "Will, Jack's here." Hannibal stood in the living room door frame.
"An hour my arse…Was more like twenty minutes." Will grumbled, grabbing his bag and going out to the hall where he pulled on his scarf and coat. "This shouldn't take too long. " He smiled at Hannibal, brushing a hand over his, in a discreet manner.
Will had waited until Jack was away from the house before he spoke to him, a serious look on his face. "On Saturday, I will call you. Don't try to come to dinner earlier than wanted."
Jack raised a brow, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove to their destination. "Am I allowed to know the subject of the call in advance?"
"No… But I hope you can gather a team of agents and most probably medical help, fast." Will turned to look out of the window, boredly.
"Will… What are you going to do…?" Jack sounded concerned now.
"I'm not talking about it, Jack. I've told you what you can do for me. Now lets drop this..."
They were both quiet for the rest of the drive, Jack only speaking when they arrived at the destination. "All three bodies have been collected already, I have pictures of the crime scenes if you need them."
Will listened and followed Jack to the morgue, he hated these places, they creeped him out.
The bodies were lined up, one woman and two men. "No similarities, organs taken and no clues or evidence left at all?" Will listed the stuff on his fingers.
"Exactly, as is the Rippers work." Jack said. He looked a little angry, he'd been trying to catch this killer for so long.
"Then why did you ask me to come, there's only so much I can tell you…And didn't I tell you that you were going to lose your job if you kept allowing me to these kinds of places?" Will said, in an agitated tone.
"And I told you I was willing to take that risk. Catching the Ripper is the priority here, Will. If I lose my job because I asked for your help in something I deem extremely important, then so be it."
Will sighed a little. Jack was as hard headed as he was, neither of them would agree on this.
"Fine… Treat me to a coffee and I'll look through the crime scene photographs…" He grimaced at seeing Jack's pleased expression.
"Welcome home, Will." Hannibal called from the kitchen, where he was making dinner. Will sighed, removing his coat, scarf and shoes, before walking through to the kitchen. He plonked himself onto a stool, running a hand through his messy curls.
"You were longer than expected." Hannibal said, not turning to look at Will, chopping something Will couldn't see beyond that broad back.
"Hm.." He answered. Running a hand over his face he held it to cover half of it, observing the older man in front of him. "I'm not hungry, so please don't feel like you need to do me some food…." Will finally said after a moments silence. He didn't take his eyes away from Hannibal's back.
"I had thought you would say something like that." Hannibal turned and smiled at Will a little. "So I'm preparing a fish dish." Will could see it now, the fish Hannibal had been gutting. His stomach gave a slight jolt of guilt, this man looked after him, and yet he was planning on doing something terrible to him.
'No, he's done worse things to other people.' He thought, his mind was in turmoil. 'Just think of Abigail.'
He smiled back at Hannibal, letting his genuine affection show on his face. "You do spoil me, Mr. Lecter. What would I do without you?"
Will noticed the pleased look on Hannibals face, it had the opposite effect of Jacks. Getting up from the stool, Will walked around the island, grabbing Hannibal by the apron tied around his waist, and pulled him in for a kiss. Their mouths crashing together.
"Will…" Hannibal said, between kisses. His hands were either side of Will, still slick and dirty from handling the fish. He hated not being able to touch him.
Hannibal finally managed to pull back, so he could speak. "Go upstairs, I'll be up in a moment." He told the brunette, pulling away to wash his hands at the sink.
Doing as he was told, Will licked his lips and quickly left the kitchen, jogging up the stairs and into the bedroom. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down, moving his hands up to slowly start unbuttoning his shirt.
"Who said you could undress yourself?" A voice came from behind him. Will turned his head a little as Hannibal's arms snaked around him to unbutton the shirt instead.
"Hannibal, I-;" Will was cut off as Hannibal raised a hand, pressing a finger to his lips, his other hand slowly continuing its work. His hands smelled of fresh roses. "Now now, Will. Allow me to take the lead." Will gulped, nodding slowly. Hannibal finished with his shirt, smoothly gliding it down his hanging arms, his breath hot on Will's neck. He stripped off Will's shirt, swiftly folding it up and putting it to the side as Will watched, perplexed. Hannibal shot him a smile as he did, moving back behind him, gently kissing one side of his neck as his hands wrapped back around him, shifting to place a second kiss on the other side of his neck as his hands began working on Will's belt.
Again Hannibal pulled it off and placed it neatly beside Will's shirt, doing the same with his shoes, pants, undershirt and socks. Will made a slight noise of impatience, but said nothing to the older man, instead watching him fold the clothes neatly. Hannibal's hands began sliding back up Will's arms, lapping over his shoulders onto his chest, two fingers pushing gently against him as he guided symmetrically along Will's torso, causing him to tremble in his grasp.
"I want to take my time with you, savor every part of you and make you tremble beneath my touch. You truly look beautiful when trembling with pleasure, under me." Hannibal said against his ear, giving it a small nip, his hands continuing to explore his body. "I'll consume all of you."
The next couple of days came and went in a rush and the two had spent a lot of their spare time between the sheets. Saturday morning had been no different. Will knew that this was the most important day to seduce the older man, he needed him distracted and unaware of his plans. Will didn't let the man go until around four in the afternoon, he needed Hannibal to start preparing dinner before his main plan took action anyway.
What even was his plan? He thought to himself as he watched Hannibal dress, from where he lay in bed. The so called plan had so many holes, that he could use it to drain pasta. But he really couldn't think of a better way, putting himself at risk of death really was the only way. That, or he could just continue on like this. He frowned at his trail of thought and slid himself from the bed, he ached all over.
Stretching, Will went into the bathroom and ran himself a bath. He was going to need it to relax the aching muscles before he tried anything else.
He'd soaked for an hour, his body felt a little less stiff. Dressing, he made sure he looked fairly acceptable, not that he needed to please Hannibal anymore after today. Standing by the bedroom door, he made sure that he could hear Hannibal in the kitchen before closing it slightly and taking his phone from his pocket.
"Will…" Jack said, by the sound of his voice, he'd been waiting for the call all day.
"Jack. Did you do what I told you?" Will said. He sounded so calm, It almost scared him.
"I have people on standby...Are you going to tell me what this is about?" Jack started to sound worried, Will could hear the slight wobble in his tone.
"Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper. I think you should dispatch your people immediately. I can only hold him back for so long." There was a short silence, before Will spoke again. "You'll have your evidence when you get here. He was planning on feeding you human, tonight."
"Will, don't do anything stupid. My people will be there soon." Jack said, he could hear him rushing around and barking orders at people.
"Don't worry about me. I'll see you soon." Before Jack could protest, Will cut the call and switched his phone off. Walking around the bed, to his side. He placed the phone onto the bed side cabinet and knelt down, fumbling under the bed to retrieve the gun from it's hiding place.
He held it tightly in his hand, looking down at it as he continued to kneel. He could stay here and let the FBI try and catch him themselves, he knew that it would be so much easier. He frowned, slowly getting to his feet. No, he had to confront Hannibal first.
He loaded the gun, and left the box of bullets on the bed. He took his time, wandering down to the kitchen, where the calm of classical music could be heard coming from.
"How is your body, Will?" Hannibal asked, without turning to look at the man. Will made a slight face, he hated how he always knew he was there.
"They know, Hannibal." Will said. Ignoring the question, and stepping into the kitchen. "Jack is on his way."
At first Hannibal looked at Will, slight confusion in his eyes. And then Will saw it, the flash of danger, as the older mans eyes darkened. Hannibal said nothing, his face was as straight and unreadable as usual. Looking away from Will, he washed his hands and removed his apron. Making sure he folded it neatly and placed it onto the kitchen side.
Will swallowed hard, he had the gun in his hand, ready to bring it up and shoot the man if he had to. The silence was unsettling to him, he started to walk sideways around the kitchen, keeping his eyes on Hannibal at all times, until the island was between them.
"This is truly upsetting." Hannibal finally spoke, breaking the silence. He looked back at Will and started to slowly walk around, toward him. "I really hoped we could have had something wonderful, I even allowed you to know me. That is something rare."
Will raised the gun, halting Hannibal in his tracks for the moment. "Please, I would rather not use this… Not on you." Will made a slightly pained face, letting his calm demeanor slip. "Do you know how many times I tried to back out of this, and convince myself that we could make something together. I tried to look past the things you've done, but I couldn't."
Hannibal started to move again, Will backing up the way he'd come from. "It was not me that killed Matthew Brown, in cold blood." Hannibal simply said, smirking a little at Will as he stopped in the place he had killed Matthew.
Will felt sick, his hands started to shake as he tried to compose himself. "See, Will. We're not so different. You killed someone, who was being extremely rude, and then allowed me to dispose of the body." Hannibal stared at him intently. "And of course, you lied to your good friend, Jack Crawford and continued with life. You even ate parts of your victim."
Will could feel it, he was going to be sick. He backed up as far as he could, facing Hannibal across the kitchen. He still had the gun raised, though his hands were shaking almost violently. Taking this as a chance, Hannibal rushed at Will.
His finger on the trigger, Will pulled it, catching the man in the shoulder before he collided, knocking the gun from Will's hand and pinning him against the wall. The smell of blood filled his nose, from where he had shot the older man.
"I need to work on my aim." He said, breathing a little heavier than before. His eyes moving up to meet Hannibals'.
Hannibal didn't answer, he instead grabbed Will's jaw. "I'm sorry, Will. I hope you can forgive me as I've forgiven you." He leant in and started to kiss the brunette. Will kissed back, bracing himself as Hannibal started to cut his lower abdomen open, crying out loudly into the mans mouth.
Once he was done, Hannibal stepped back. Letting the brunette slide to the floor, whimpering and gasping as he bled out profusely. Nothing more was said between them, Hannibal turned away, laying the blade he'd used, onto the kitchen surface.
Regardless of the pain and bleeding, Will forced himself to fall to the side, and stretched his hand out. He grabbed for the gun, his consciousness starting to waver. Feeling his grip tighten around the pistol, he pointed it toward Hannibal, everything was unfocused and his hold was weak.
Pulling the trigger he let his arm fall, only managing to see Hannibal fall to the ground before blacking out.
Jack and Will sat in silence, he'd told Jack everything, though he had of course left out that he was the one that really killed Matthew Brown. He was sure Hannibal wouldn't share that with anyone. Jack stopped the recorder and put it back into his pocket.
"I hope you're aware that I have to show several people this. Though I think no charges will be brought against you in any way. I think the bureau can overlook the use of an illegal weapon." Jack said, picking up his hat and putting it on. "I will come and see you again soon, and see what I can do about your request."
Will smiled at him gratefully, he knew Jack was a good man and would be true to his word. "Thank you, Jack…" He said softly, almost a whisper as he watched the agent leave. Looking up at the white ceiling, he sighed. Why had he asked for such a request? He had nothing to say to Hannibal.
'Maybe I just want to see if he's ok, with my own eyes.' Will thought to himself and closed his eyes. The interview mixed with the cocktail of drugs they were giving him, had made him extremely tired.
Six months later.
"I'll be waiting for you here." Jack patted his shoulder and watched as a guard led Will from the dank waiting room. Will followed, straightening out his plaid shirt, he felt like he should have worn something smarter. He was seeing Hannibal after all. Will smiled to himself, he could imagine the look of disapproval in the mans eyes when he saw what Will was wearing.
He frowned a little, after what seemed like five minutes of walking. "He's this deep into the building?" Will asked.
"He's in the wing we home our most dangerous criminals." The guard answered, opening yet another iron gate for Will to walk through. That had been the sixth. "So how come a normal person like you, is visiting Hannibal The Cannibal?" The guard asked over his shoulder. Earning a deeper frown from Will.
"I should think that's none of your business." He retorted, the mans blatant rudeness annoyed Will.
Finally reaching the wing, he was asked to wait at the gate while the guard, whose name, Will had long forgotten, walked down to the cell Hannibal was being kept in to inform him of a visitor.
Will watched as a chair was unfolded and placed far away from the cell, almost against the wall opposite. He walked down to it, when he was finally motioned by the guard.
"Will." Hannibal said, watching as the brunette pulled the chair a little closer, ignoring the disapproving looks from the guard. "And what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?"
Will finally seated himself, looking through the clear wall between them. "I can't visit my friend now?" Will asked, tilting his head a little in an attempt to look innocent. He noted how bland and unfitting the hospital inmate clothes looked on Hannibal, his hair was even flopped over his forehead and not combed into the usual style.
Hannibal said nothing in reply, he continued to study Will instead. "I quit my job at the TV station." Will said, breaking the silence. He crossed his legs, studying Hannibal back just as intently.
"Oh?" Hannibal answered, mimicking Will and crossing his legs, resting his hands on his knee. "They've lost one of their best workers, I'm sure they'll feel the loss."
"The FBI want me to finish my education, so they can train and hire me." Will said, smiling at Hannibal. "I haven't said yes, but I haven't said no. What do you think I should do?"
Hannibal raised an eyebrow at the question. "Are you asking for my opinion?" Hannibal ran a thumb over his bottom lip and thought for a moment. "What you chose is entirely up to you, but, you caught me, did you not?"
"Is that your answer?" Will said, still smiling. "So you're telling me I should do just that and join the FBI."
"I am not telling you to do anything, Will. You of all people should know how much I love that mind of yours."
Wills smile faltered slightly, the minor sadness in his heart started to bubble and grow. "Yes, I do. I think it could be good for me, I might even learn to shoot straight..." He earnt a small, amused smile from Hannibal. He'd heard that he'd managed to shoot the other man in the hip.
He stood, and looked Hannibal in the eyes. "I just wanted to share my news with you. I hope we can speak again soon."
He looked away, and started to walk back toward the guard that waited for him. "Oh, and Hannibal." Will stopped, just out of sight from the cell. "I forgive you."