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The reunion between Will and Abigail was emotional. Will stroked the side of her head softly, eyes full of regret at the lack of ear. He then turned and smacked Hannibal's arm, remonstrating him for putting her through that.

Of course then he soothed the blow by trailing his hand up and down Hannibal's assaulted appendage, leaning into to plant a happy kiss on Hannibal's cheek.

Hannibal's jealousy - however childish and adolescent like - did lessen quite a bit when he realized that Will would never feel for Abigail the same way he felt for Hannibal. Abigail would never get to savor Will's sweet lips, not like Hannibal did. The thought pleased him greatly. Because while he cared for Abigail and how much she reminded him of Mischa, if there was ever a moment where it seemed that Will would choose her first, Hannibal would make her disappear in a way that it wasn't linked to him. So that Will would never know.

They had dinner together, at the house on the cliff. Hannibal was able to see what it was like to have a family meal, without other annoying people to interfere. The three could just be themselves and not have to fake their reactions to anything or play games with people's feelings. It was simply family. A twisted kind of murderous family that each had their own baggage, but a family none the less.

And Will's bright eyes made it all worth it.

Kailani and Maritza were eating ice cream, whispering back and forth about Will and Hannibal's sudden change in relationship.

"I can't believe it," Maritza said. "You've done it. You brought them together."

"Not really," admitted the Polynesian. "I may have influenced their joining, but their in depth care and knowledge for each other really brought it out. I'm just good at manipulating the right moments. I'm sure they would have gotten where they are without my help, but I fear that it would have been through much more pain and bloodshed."

"Well I just hope that Graham doesn't just lay back and take it. Just because he's a little smaller and newer to these kinds of relationship, doesn't mean that he needs to submit. And besides," grinned the Latina, "it's be great if the asshole was bought down a few pegs and forced to take it."

Kailani nodded, before she realized something. "We're sitting here, basically hoping that Will owns Hannibal's ass."

"Si."

"This isn't normal."

"Normal is for losers."

Hannibal and Will looked over when the door to the office opened and in walked Kailani, holding a red rose. She was grinning madly as she started plucking the petals. Once near enough, she threw them, covering Will's hair and Hannibal's desk in them.

Hannibal reached up, plucking a petal from those brown curls and pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"So glad you've finally gotten it!" said the young woman. She then looked to Will, expectant. "Did he grovel?"

Will flushed, "Not so much as grovel, but he did get down on one knee and apologize."

Kailani clapped, "Good." She then fixed her attention on Hannibal, "Hurt him and I will castrate you and feed your decapitated penis to his dogs."

Will blinked, looking back and forth between the two. Kailani, with her baby bump just beginning to show, towering over Hannibal who sat calmly at his desk. Both were making intense eye contact, but Hannibal did finally nod and Kailani was suddenly cheerful once more.

"Great! Now, since Will is the last appointment of the evening, I was wondering if I could leave early. I got a date with Margot Verger."

Will's jaw dropped.

"Yeah, I know. Her brother can't find out yet, but if he tries something, I'll break his arms... and maybe his legs. Really depends on how I'm feeling. So can I?"

Both looked to Hannibal, who was already nodding. "I hope… your evening is fruitful."

Kailani smirked, "You and me both. Thanks!"

She was halfway out the door when she turned back to say, "Mason will be coming in tomorrow by the way."

She left them alone and Will didn't even need to ask because Hannibal had caught his confusion and answered for him.

"Mason and Margot as both coming to see me now. Margot is much more tolerable and isn't rude. Mason however… is walking on thin ice."

"What did he do, or is he just rude?"

"Oh he is indeed rude, dear Will. But Margot has had some interesting things to say about him and I must admit that even I find them repulsive."

"Such as..?" Will asked.

Hannibal met his gaze, "I'm curious, Will. Should you dislike what I have to say, what will you do? Will you let it go? Will you deal with him yourself? Would you wish for me to deal with him for you? Present you with his heart perhaps?"

Hannibal was testing Will's boundaries. He wanted to see how far Will would go.

"It depends on what he did. If I asked you to give me his heart, would you do it?"

Hannibal's smile was devilish and all teeth. "Only if you give me the heart of someone else first, darling boy."

Will was quiet as he pondered his decision.

"Whose heart?" he finally asked.

Satisfaction gleamed in Hannibal's burgundy eyes and he shifted back in his chair. "I happen to know killer in Jack's most recent case. A young man by the name of Randall Tier, who suffers severe species dysphoria. I know where he works. He's a former client of mine."

"Do all of your clients end up dying or becoming killers?" Will asked, making note of things.

He and Margot had shared some whiskey and Hannibal had advised her to kill her brother. Franklyn had been killed by Hannibal. Will had gone through his metamorphosis because of Hannibal and was forever a changed man. And now this Randall Tier who apparently went off the deep end as well.

"Was I a game to you?" asked the profiler, realizing that each and every one of them had something that stood out about them.

Hannibal only looked minutely regretful. "At the time, yes. You have a rare form of empathy and a chance to study up on it presented itself and I most certainly wasn't going to lose the opportunity. However, I found myself astounded at how much of a learned man you are. How you perceived things. How you made a murder sound so poetic. I saw a chance in you. As I told Bedelia, I felt that I had found someone with whom I could be truly be friends with. Someone who actually would see me. And then I knew that killing you would have to absolutely be a last option, because reshaping you and bringing you into your own was so much better."

His hands folded on his lap, left leg crossed over his right. "Bedelia has always been shrewd. She was able to hit the nail directly in the center. It is nice when someone can see us, and even better when you give them a chance to scale your walls and they succeed and continue looking and coming back because they want to."

Will's heart fluttered just the slightest and his fingers brushed over the back of Hannibal's linked hands. "Tell me about Mason."

"He's a pedophile and a rapist among other things."

Will was suddenly angry and annoyed. He looked away to gather his calm once more, before meeting Hannibal's gaze. "Would you repudiate me… if I admitted that while I like to kill people, I don't need to do it often? That while the release and beauty of it is indeed arousing and even freeing in a sense, I don't think I'll make it a habit? At the most, I'd probably be a vigilante wannabe than a person who kills for no true reason. Would you... forsake me because of that?"

Well sculpted, manicured hands caught his doodling fingers and Will looked up, allowing Hannibal to see his evident worry and bashful embarrassment.

"William," said Hannibal, using Will's full name to make certain he knew this was serious. "I am ecstatic that you have finally accepted who you are. Who you were always meant to be. Society cannot keep you from yourself now. They can't harm you now, because I have you and I will not let you go."

He brought Will's hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the knuckles. "So long as you stay by my side, reveling in the darkness with me, and even if you ever decide you tire of me, I will not push you away, dear Will."

"I don't think I'll ever push you away," said Will, knowing it was true. Not when Hannibal - the charming bastard that he was - was alive. Not when he called to Will like a siren. "I don't think I can save myself from you... and I think I'm fine with that."

The smile Hannibal bestowed upon him was enough to make him kiss the blond. Gentle, reverent, soothing at its best. When they parted, Will was smiling in return.

"How shall I handle this Randall Tier?"

Hannibal couldn't look more breathtaking than in that moment.

It turned out that Will did not have to find Randall Tier. Hannibal had already told Jack who the killer was and Jack had gone with Beverly to talk to him. Beverly called Will about an hour after he'd left Hannibal's office to tell him about Tier and that he seemed like a perfectly normal kid, but they couldn't be too sure.

Apparently, she was tasked with getting Will to agree to come and meet the man, especially since Jack had mentioned him and Hannibal during their talk.

So Will resigned himself to it, thinking that he'd be able to get a good feel on the kid.

It was when he was in the process of opening his front door, that he realized it was too quiet. In the middle of fucking nowhere where dogs liked to bark at everything that made noise, but there was nothing besides Will making any noise and the dogs were silent for some reason.

That never happened.

Will was weaponless at present and he only had his fists. Hopefully, they'd be enough.

The door opened with a low creak and the darkness inside the house beckoned. His eyes trailed to and fro, trying to make out any forms. He did notice though, that the dogs weren't anywhere to be seen and that it was very cold inside. There was a draft.

He strained to hear anything. Breathing, twitching, a pulse even. Nothing but a whisper of wind as it hit him in the face, meaning the back door or one of the windows was open.

Someone had gotten in and the dogs had hopefully had gotten out.

His steps were nearly as silent as everything around him. The screen door creaked closed. Will's eyes darted around as he ventured further into the house, grabbing the shotgun from under the lure desk

His was able to breathe easier once he was armed and he took sure steps toward the kitchen, stopping in the doorway at the sight that greeted him.

When he found the kid… he was going to butcher him slowly.

Six of his eight dogs, were strewn about his kitchen, parts of then scattered, their blood soaking the floor. He couldn't see Winston or Godiva among the mess and he hoped that maybe they had managed to flee.

The scratching of something against the hardwood told him that he was no longer alone. Whipping around, Will saw a figure blocking the front door. A makeshift animal suit covering its crouching body.

Randall Tier in the soon-to-be bloodied flesh.

Will cocked the gun and fired without any mercy, hitting the wannabe animal beneath the jaw. A grunt of pain reached his ears and Will discarded the gun, launching himself at his prey, intent of mutilating him in return.

Beverly Katz groaned when she saw that it was Will on her caller ID.

"Yeah?" she answered, tired as hell.

"I have Randall Tier," was all he said.

"Wait, what?!"

"He broke into my house and mutilated my fucking dogs, so I mutilated his face. He's dead."

Shit.

She threw down her book and rose. "Stay there, Will. Is he in his suit?"

"The part I didn't break, yeah," he answered, voice monotone.

"Just... stay there."

She hung up, rushing from the room to make her way to Jack's office. Jack looked up form his paperwork as she entered.

"Randall Tier broke into Will's house and killed his dogs. He tried to attack Will and they fought. From what Will said, he'd dead."

"Fuck!"

Exactly.

A/N: Another is done.

-I'm sorry about the dogs, but it had to be done for other things to be taken care of. T-T

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