Awkward was not an adequate enough word to define what Will was currently feeling. Embarrassed was almost too droll to bring up at this point. Mortified came pretty damn close, but still didn't seem to cover all the bases. Will was at a complete loss to describe how he was feeling as he stared through the crack in the door at his friend and therapist. All while folded in half with his twin's dick still buried deep inside him as thin trails of semen dripped from his ass onto sheets that probably cost more than his entire wardrobe at home. Will quietly prayed for death.

Casting one last frosty glance at Will while blatantly ignoring Nigel, Hannibal closed the door without a word. The soft sounds of his footsteps padding down hardwood to recede entirely out of hearing indicated that their privacy was ensured for the time being, limited as that may be.

Pushing at Nigel, Will successfully dislodged the older man from him this time, wincing as he felt Nigel's cock slip out of him and more wetness gush down his thighs and backside. It was insult to injury when coupled with the discomfort of his lower regions and cramping hips.

"Calm down." Nigel chuckled, falling off of Will to flop back against the mattress. There was nothing like that first fuck of the day to clear one's head and work the kinks out. He watched in growing dismay though as his lover hurriedly dressed himself in dirty clothing that stilled smelled like the bar they had come from.

Wanting to distract himself after being screwed out of the afterglow, and really only having himself to blame for it, Nigel reached for his soft pack of smokes on the nightstand, tapping out a cigarette from it. Hannibal was going to kill him for smoking inside, but hell, Nigel rationalized that he had even better reasons to do so now. "I told you I would handle this."

"There isn't a way to handle this." Will snapped, his voice made harsh by embarrassment He tried and failed to ignore the slimy discomfort that was pooling in his underwear to cement the cotton to his skin. He really needed to shower and change as soon as he could, but he wasn't about to prolong his stay anymore than he already had by doing it here. "Where the fuck are you going?" Nigel demanded, arching a brow at Will. Irritated, he took a long drag of his cigarette, watching as Will searched the room for the rest of his discarded clothing. Nigel much preferred the look of pale creamy skin covered in his markings, especially when it was beneath his palms and being pressed into his side. He liked knowing that Will would be carrying around his signature for a while, both inside and out.

"Home." was the curt reply, Will stuffing his socks into his pockets because he had no idea where his shoes were. Probably downstairs, hopefully by the front door though he just might have to risk going barefoot if it meant looking for them.

Fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, what was left of them anyway, Will yelped when a hand caught the waistband of his jeans to pull him back into a sticky lap still slick with olive oil, Nigel's preference for lube. Will prayed it was some sort of European thing, and the artisan bottle not borrowed from Hannibal's kitchen.

"Nigel, let go." Will growled, trying to escape only to be pulled back again. When he turned to glare at the man, he was met with a shameless grin.

Cigarette held up and out of the way between two long fingers, Nigel leaned in close to press the same feathery kisses that had soothed Will to sleep just a few hours ago along the length of his neck. "You're overreacting Will, trust me. Let me handle this. If it all turns to blood, then you have my full permission to be irked with me. But first…" Nigel's accent made his words a rough purr, Will feeling every drawn out syllable as another mark was sucked just behind his ear in a newly discovered place he liked. "Let me talk to him. Just sit here for a moment and wait for me. I'll be back soon enough."

Despite the shame Will was feeling about the whole ordeal, he found himself being drawn into a warm and very unfamiliar comfort. He let himself be tugged back into the arms of another, soft kisses and soothing touching being placed to his skin coaxing him to stay. Nigel wanted Will to stay. He was desired.

"Fine." Will mumbled, surprising himself as he reached a tentative hand to find the one that had settled loosely around his waist. The fingers there were stroking languid circles along the exposed skin of his side. Another surprisingly gentle kiss was pressed to Will's temple in silent thanks before Nigel released him, rolling them so Will was left in the bed as he exited it with lit cigarette still in hand.

Forgoing the hunt for a full set of clothes, Nigel found his dark jeans easily enough pooled at the end of the bed, leaving the room barefoot and still half naked. It gave Will a chance to get a good look at the strong back that he'd marked up. Ragged streaks of red left behind by his blunt nails stood out starkly against Nigel's tanned skin. It made Will feel ridiculously good to know that he had been the one who put them there, even as he tried to ignore the growing warmth of his pleasure.

Left to his own devices, Will momentarily considered the ludicrous idea of escaping out the second story window of his therapist's house. Technically, the bed sheets were already ruined…Will shook his head clear of that notion. With his luck, he would just fall and break his damn neck. The thought of the outcome held a certain appeal though as Will suddenly remembered a very crucial piece of information.

His car was still downtown.

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"You know it's rude to stare." Nigel teased upon entering his brother's sanctuary, a formally dressed version of himself regarding him with something akin to open contempt if you knew when and where to look for it. Slicing green peppers and mushrooms at his cutting board, Hannibal's grip on his knife was white knuckled as he turned his attention from the vegetables to his twin. "Your voyeurism wasn't appreciated, more so less by some than others."

Pouring more sesame oil than what might be necessary into a skillet because his bottle olive oil seemed to be absent, Hannibal turned off the heat for now so that he could keep his eyes trained on Nigel. Certain things needed to be discussed at length. Breakfast could wait for now.

"What are you doing Nigel?" Hannibal asked. There was a clear warning in his cool tone, one that most would miss altogether if unfamiliar with the charming killer.

"Just a little fucking fun, Hanni." Nigel grinned with a wink, approaching the chopping block. It was daring move, considering who Hannibal actually was, but Nigel was a very bad man himself. Never one to resist poking bears, Nigel picking up a sliver of uncooked mushroom to taste it slowly and work it between his teeth, knowing the sheer annoyance it would bring to his other.

"Why? Did you want to fuck him?" Nigel taunted as hot eyes met cool ones, the challenge presented. "He's good. Tight ass, very responsive. Too bad he's mine now."

"How infantile. You still become so easily obsessed with people you desire. Was my description of William in our exchanges that alluring? Or was it love at first sight?" Hannibal sneered, changing the entire tone of the conversation by switching to their mother tongue. The Lithuanian flowed off his lips like the words had never left him. "Have you tired of Gabi, enough so that you prefer the company of a damaged man to the cellist who can't stand the sight of you? Tell me, how is your beloved wife, Nigel?"

"I beg your pardon? What did you say? Is? Try fucking 'was'." Nigel didn't miss a beat, changing the language to match. It was safer that way, especially if Will decided to become impatient and wander in on them. He certainly didn't want the topic of Gabi coming up anytime soon around his new lover.

"Until death do you part?" Hannibal smirked, already hazarding a guess about what could have happened to her.

"Something like that." Nigel shrugged, not wanting to go into detail. It was never a good idea with Hannibal. He had a wicked way of using information much like how he handled his knives.

"How did Will feel about you being married to a woman?" Hannibal said, sounding far too superior for anyone else's good.

"I don't know. That particular topic of conversation didn't come up either time I was fucking him." Nigel shot back, unimpressed by the underlying threat held there. He didn't think the topic of his marriage would drive Will off, but it was never a good idea to discuss where bodies were buried to anyone. "Skip the theatrics. You don't care who I fuck or why, Hanni. What is this man to you?"

"You can't have him, Nigel." Hannibal told him as he turned his attention back to the ingredients. He had left no room for argument in his voice. Him dicing a potato declared that the conversation over, and his final decision was said and done with. It might of worked with anyone else. Nigel's laughter told him it had had little effect, and would be ignored.

"I've already taken him, Hanni, Will is mine, and I think I'm going to keep him." Nigel grinned, wicked and slow. He watched with interest as the knife in Hannibal's hand stilled, a look of warning returning to sanguine eyes as they met their mirror.

"No Nigel, you can't. I forbid it." Hannibal stated again, like his words were the end all, be all. Arching a brow at his twin, Nigel shook his head in disbelief as Hannibal resumed breakfast. He even went so far as to place the vegetables into the heating pan with a dismissive gesture.

"Hannibal….the clock's ticking on my benevolence." Nigel gave his own warning of sorts. He wasn't one for all this double entendre, hidden meaning bullshit. "Make your point."

"At some point, your visit will come to an end, and then you will be forced to leave dear William behind." Though his words were said with the same cool control that dictated all of Hannibal's movements, the look he gave his brother blazed with pure triumph, "And then, the only thing left for your 'darling' will be me to pick up the pieces. So please by all means, break Will's heart, my dear brother. I'll make it into something better, something that is all mine."

Hannibal watched as Nigel's face twisted in anger. "I am a very patient man Nigel." Hannibal smiled, flipping the sizzling vegetables as he added some seasoning to them, something that would enhance the sesame oil. He had already figured out where his olive oil had gone, could smell it on Nigel's skin along with scents that were all Will. "Great rewards come to those who have the patience to wait."

"I hate to intrude…."

Both Lecters turned in tandem to the face the interruption with identical movements, though their faces held starkly different expressions. Fire and ice regarded Will in equal intent measures. Somehow in the face of that tempest, Will managed to find his voice.

"Your fight. I might not be able to understand the words, but I know it's about me, because of what I've done. I'm sorry." Will apologized though he couldn't bring himself to look up at either man. His gaze settled on his bare toes, his socks still in his pocket. "I'm going to leave now."

Responding first to the man trying to flee them, Nigel ignored the icy side look it earned him from Hannibal. He let his voice settle low, knowing that Will found his accent…their accent…soothing. "There's nothing to apologize for, darling." he said, the effect of his words immediately seen, tension already leaving Will's body though he already had his back to them.

"Hanni and I were just discussing the best way to get your car after breakfast." Nigel said, edging forward. Will still didn't bother to look back, even when he heard Nigel approach him, his eyes locked on the dining room table. The sensitive empath could feel the twins' duel gazes upon him.

Nigel's words were a lie. Will knew this. He might not have been able to understand the earlier exchange between the twins, but his gift could easily decipher tone of voice, pacing of words, and all the emotions that lay within the confines of sentences. What Will wanted to know was the 'why' behind the argument. Was Hannibal that mad at him for sleeping with his twin, or was his outrage coming from the intrusion upon his home to do it?

"Yes." Hannibal followed the line of Nigel's lie, removing his apron to carefully fold and place it off to the side as he handed a wooden spatula to his brother with the same warning look from before. "You are more than welcome to stay for breakfast, Will, but if you wish to leave now, then I will be more than happy to drive you to your car."

A silent exchange passed between the brothers before the bad man from Bucharest relented to give his brother time to smooth things over with the anxious man trying to escape them. "Nigel can finish the preparations while we're gone. Perhaps after we have retrieved your vehicle, you will come back and join us. That is if you have nothing else planned for the day."

Filled with nervous energy, Will shifted from one foot to the other, "That's really not necessary, Doctor Lecter. I've already imposed enough on you and Nigel. I can call a cab." he tried to deflect, but a warm hand, strangely familiar but not, was already finding the curve of his lower back to steer him away from the kitchen.

Neither one of them missed Nigel's crooked smile, though Will wondered what he had to feel so smug about. Inwardly, Hannibal seethed. He had noticed as well that Will had addressed him by his title and last name, and not his first. Normally, such a thing wouldn't have bothered him, Hannibal having a preference for formality. In this moment though it wounded, especially when it placed so close to the casual use of Nigel's own in comparison.

"I insist." Hannibal pressed, leaving no real room for argument. He knew where Will's shoes were after all, and was not above holding them hostage until Will was safely in his car. A conversation needed to happen between them, one untainted by Nigel's presence, though Hannibal was sure the subject matter could wait for a time. Some feelings could be left to simmer until their next appointment, and some rude people just might have to die horribly so that Hannibal could deal with those feelings until then.

The only drawback from doing that though was Will might take the opportunity to suddenly become very busy and start coming up with convenient excuses to avoid him. As alluring a punishment as it was to allow Will to guilt himself into sickness and dread, it was simply not advantageous to Hannibal at the moment. He would have to find another way to rebuke Will for his indiscretion later on.

Swallowing hard at the growing lump in his throat, Will suddenly felt overwhelmed at the thought of sharing the confining space of Hannibal's Bentley so soon after the humiliating discovery of Nigel and Will that morning. He had been attempting to run away from the situation, not isolate himself with the most dominating factor of this fucked up equation. Grabbing their coats and with Will's shoes kept tightly in hand, Hannibal loaded them into the car, getting directions and turning the ignition before Will could commit to the brilliant idea of walking. Not waiting for the tension to build between them, Hannibal was the first to breach the silence once they had turned out onto the road. Hannibal had every intention of taking the scenic route for this.

"It would seem you have taken my advice." Hannibal said, careful to keep his voice light and warm like this was all some sort of humorous misunderstanding. Will shifted in his seat, turning to look out the passenger side window instead answering right away.

"I'm sorry. Doctor Lecter. What I did was inexcusable." Will told the glass in a dull tone, fogging up its surface as he did so. The return to the use of his title made Hannibal want to grind his back teeth. He had only just recently broken Will out of the formality, even liked how Will pronounced his name with such hesitancy each time he did so, and now Will was using the professional title again to shield himself from Hannibal. It was an attempt to disassociate, and Hannibal would not have it. "I'll understand if you no longer wish to see me as a patient."

"I am not angry with you, Will." Hannibal lied beautifully, probably one of the best he had ever told. He was of course quite angry with Will, but he was furious with Nigel. His admittance seemed to stir Will from his study of the window though, his stormy eyes stealing fleeting glances toward him. He had peaked the man's interest, the idea of that warming Hannibal far more than it should have.

"I told you to seek out sexual attention, and for once, you took my advice whole heartedly, doing just that." Hannibal said, watching Will's reactions from his peripheral. "Though admittedly, I had not been expecting to find you this morning being bedded by my brother in the guest room."

Remembrance of that springing vividly to mind, Will couldn't stop the deep crimson flush that boiled under his skin from back of neck to tip of ears. "I'm sorry." He whispered, unable to think of anything else to say to the man. Giving the excuse of poor judgment and alcohol was far too weak to offer up as a valid reason, especially to such a valued friend. Really his only friend, Will admitted to himself not for the first time. Hannibal deserved better than that.

"I never should have gone to your home. I never should have slept with your brother." Will made himself say the words, his shame growing strong enough it make him close his eyes against the onslaught of his own admittance. Sorry I slept with your twin, with your face and hands upon me…your cock within me…was left unsaid between them.

"No, you shouldn't have." Hannibal agreed quietly, making Will wish he could disappear as the tension between them grew to new thick levels of stifling. As far as fortuitous timing went, it worked out well for Will for once as they pulled up behind his aged Volvo in the parking lot where he had left it.

Popping the latch to his seat belt and grabbing the handle before the Bentley had come to complete stop, Will already had a hand on the door. His blessed escape was prevented though by a powerful hand catching him by the wrist to pull him back into the car, Will landing back in the Bentley with a soft plop.

"Will, please wait a moment." Hannibal said quickly, regretting his last words. He had let his emotions get the better of him. Allowing Will to verbally lash himself in penance would have been the right course of action. Condemning the man only served to drive Will away from him, which was not Hannibal's intent. He needed to fix this immediately if he wanted to see Will anytime soon again.

With a shaky breath, Will tried to steady himself, trying not to think too much about the hand still clamped down on his wrist, the human connection keeping him there. "I do not wish for this mishap to end our friendship." were the words he had not expected from Hannibal. Will stared out the windshield, remaining quiet and still. He was avoiding eyes again, guilt etched into every feature as he listened to his therapist. "Though I do not agree with what you have done, I must admit that I am experiencing more jealousy than anger."

Now that was definitely something Will had not been expected. At best, he had been hoping for forgiveness; at worst, a complete dismissal which was what he deserved. Skittish blue eyes turned to meet sanguine for conformation. He must have misheard, hallucinated the answer he wanted most.

"W-what?" Will stammered. Hannibal's gaze never wavered from his own, though his voice did soften.

"I had hoped to accommodate you myself." Hannibal admitted, tugging the man closer him, as much as the narrow space would allow. Will could have been made of stone for all the give his body was allowing, too busy staring back at him with a growing look of bewilderment.

"I don't know how to respond to that." Will admitted slowly, his heart pounding with enough force he feared the good doctor might hear the muscle slamming against the bone cage of his ribs. Hannibal liked him, and he'd fucked his brother. Hannibal Lecter of all the few people in his life admitted that he wanted Will, and out of all people on earth, Will had managed to find his twin to fuck.

Life truly hated Will Graham.

"Then don't." Hannibal told him, leaning in close enough to let their breaths mingle, the final decision left up to Will alone. Swallowing hard enough to hear his own throat click, Will took what was offered and let himself close the gap between them. Plush lips touched thin ones that felt too much like ones that had swallowed down his moans and coaxed obscene sounds from him only a few hours before. It was enough to make Will start to draw back, his mouth suddenly feeling too dry and his cheeks burning. A hand tangling in his curls kept him in place though.

The wet touch of a tongue to his lips tore Will open, a quiet moan escaping him as the slick muscle plunged into the depths of his mouth. It mapped him out as long skilled fingers found their way further into his disheveled curls. Nigel tasted like smoke, bourbon, and sin. In comparison, Hannibal was almost bittersweet, Will tasting notes of rich coffee and deep affection that could be so much more off of his mouth.

It was over as quickly as it had begun, Hannibal pulling back from Will just as he reached up to lace his own fingers through neat ashen locks, "I would like to move our appointment to tomorrow, Will, if you will permit it." Hannibal allowed the words to sound like the friendly request they were not. He was trying to recover himself, not meaning to do that, extend their kiss. He was still incensed about the whole thing with Nigel, and couldn't afford to fall into forgiveness too quickly for the slight upon him. Will had a way of drawing such things out of him though. Taking a much needed breath, Will nodded. He would have agreed to just about anything at this point, already lost in a sea of confusion as he quickly made his escape from the Bentley and was allowed to this time.

"Sure… I'll see you at the usual time… 7:30?" Will said as he closed the car door. He knew he was talking nonsense, babbling out words in the hope that they made sense. He didn't wait for confirmation, finding the door to his own car to disappear inside.

He had answered Hannibal without bothering to recall if he had any plans. He would make that appointment come hell or high water. Jack and his bodies would even have to wait if it came down to that. Will knew he would deal with the consequences with a glad heart and head. Sorting this thing out with Hannibal was more important than whatever new killer Jack was chasing after. The agent had solved murders before without him. He sure as hell could do it again for one day.

Hannibal could see how desperate Will was to right the grievances between them. The smell of desperation and anxiety that had come off of Will in waves still lingered in the car, mixed with the sour smell of old sweat, alcohol, semen, and Nigel.

Watching his quarry escape, Will didn't look back once at Hannibal as he got into his car, not that Hannibal expected him to. It wasn't until Will's car disappeared around a corner that Hannibal started up the Bentley. Will might be out of sight for now, but he was still being held well in mind.

It had never been Hannibal's intention to watch his brother fuck the one he desired, but upon finding Will's shoes in the foyer and the too fresh scent of him in the air, he hadn't been able to help himself. Needing to confirm what he already knew to be true, Hannibal had climbed the stairs on silent feet and eased the door open. For all his precaution, his presence had still been noticed, his intrusion probably setting things into further motion. What he found in his brother's room had frozen Hannibal between wrath and lust, unable to look away.

Watching his mirror image fold and mount Will, Hannibal couldn't make himself look away as a thick cock head had pushed into Will's tight heat to drag out long pleasure filled cries from quivering lips. He memorized how desperate hands found the muscular curve of broad shoulders so much like his own, clawing patterns into the tanned skin there in search of release as Will was slowly fucked, Nigel holding his gaze the entire time.

It was more beautiful than it had any right to be, better than anything he had ever imagined. The sight of Will being plundered and ruined made his own cock swell with want and anticipation to feel that tight heat around him. To coax his own pleasure from Will's body, to mark the man inside and out with his teeth, tongue, and wicked purpose.

Except that he hadn't been the one to own Will in that moment, make him submit so deliciously. It had been Nigel, grinning back at him with a cruel smile that was not his own.

"Patience," Hannibal reminded himself, checking the calendar on his phone for the departure time of Nigel's next flight out. It was not soon enough in his opinion.

"Patience."

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TBC