"Got it in one." Nigel snorted, rolling off of bed to already start stripping down. It wasn't like he had nothing to wear. Hannibal's style may not be his own, but at least everything would fit, and it wasn't as if his twin was lacking in excess apparel.

Will thought his was a strange life indeed as he was led hand in hand on either side by madmen, Nigel taking his left while Hannibal claimed his right. Even the way they did that was unique to them, Nigel weaving their finger together as tight as macramé while Hannibal held Will's hand within his own like it were something fragile.

Will became lost in his own head when he led into a standing shower by Nigel to be scrubbed down by a very enthusiastic man while Hannibal parted their company to draw a bath. It turned it out to be for them all, the bathtub more than large enough to accommodate three grown men and then some. Coming back to himself, Will realized that he was neck deep in foamy water that smelled like earthy sandalwood and subtle orchid. In essence, he was taking a bubble bath with the Chesapeake Ripper and his brutal twin, the very bad man from Bucharest.

"What are you laughing about?" Nigel asked, sounding amused as well. He was more of a shower guy himself, but wasn't about to pass up on some naked time with Will, especially if Hannibal was good with it. He became a little miffed when Will was pulled in close to sit between Hannibal's legs, but it only served to remind Nigel that he had immediate access to all the best parts.

"How do you feel, Will?" Hannibal said, his lips grazing the back of Will's neck as he did so. Dark locks curled into ringlets, heavy with water and clean from Hannibal's products and Nigel's rough care. Hannibal couldn't resist pressing his nose to them, scenting Will. The man smelled like him. That was pleasing to him on so many different levels.

"Like I am fading away, and slowly being replaced with something I can not identify." Will sighed, drawing his legs to his chest so that he could rest his forehead on his kneecaps. He knew the positioning looked childish, especially when sitting next to men who lounged about the bath like panthers cooling off in a watering hole. It was the upright and more socially acceptable version of the basic fetal position, but it had its comforting merits. Will was feeling an odd sort of weary, bone tired and soul hurt, but in a nice way if that was possible. Truths were known now, and all the hype about that was right. It was freeing, damning and damaging, but freeing.

"Yes, you can. Quit lying to yourself." Nigel smiled, his tone teasing as he leaned in up against Will's knees to press a kiss to Will's lips. His hands weren't idle either, sliding up and down the outside of Will's thighs.

"You are turning into something better. Let us help you." Hannibal said. Will could feel him glaring at Nigel, who was smiling a certain way from it. He would have to remember not to get between the two on a bad day, which made Will wonder. Did this constitute as a bad day or were they rewriting the definition of it?

Will was finding very hard to care considering that Hannibal was taking the intuitive to run his hands over his back and shoulders, working out the knots in it. Steady surgeon hands and an in-depth knowledge of anatomy equated to possibly the best massage Will had ever experienced. It was almost good enough for Will to completely forgive Hannibal for be the Chesapeake Ripper.

"Help you to help myself, Doctor Lecter? The sass earned Will a bite to the back of his neck. It only broke his composure down, freeing a moan from his lips as tension was melted away by the healing lay of hands.

"Hannibal." Nigel warned though to whom was left up in the air. It was enough for Hannibal to stop his massage, letting Will fall back boneless against him.

"Is this going to work?" Will glared at Nigel for taking his little slice of heaven away from him.

"What, my darling?" Nigel feigning innocence was either hilarious or irritating, considering the man carried the air of being guilty of something about him.

"Now who's playing the fool?" Will arched a brow at him, even as he settled himself back more comfortably into Hannibal, much to Nigel's displeasure. Will was grateful for the bubble coverage. It hid where hands were, Hannibal's currently mapping out Will's happy trail curl by curl at his leisure. "Us, this, you, me, Hannibal, the Chesapeake Ripper, Bucharest… Hell, am I leaving anything out? I'm not a piece of meat, at least I hope not considering what you do with meat. Can you two share or do I have an expiration date?"

"It can. It will. With time, patience, slow careful movements..." Hannibal reasoned out for them all until he was cut off.

"And no weapons in bed." Nigel smirked, parting Will's legs so that he could crouch between them. His large hands kept then bracketed apart, his fingers digging into the flesh of Will's inner thigh.

"Yeah…" Will said, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't sure how this was going to go. All he knew was that he was too sore and tired to take on Nigel just yet. Matters would have to be taken in hand before they got out of it.

"Kiss him."

Nigel blinked in surprise when Will followed up his command by nodding to Hannibal who remained looking impassive, the bastard. "I'd rather kiss you." he countered, leaning in to do so to find Will turning his head to hide it in Hannibal's neck, the man unimpressed by the offer.

"I want you to kiss Hannibal." Will stated again, intentionally letting his lips run along the curve of Hannibal's throat.

Nigel wasn't given the chance to refuse or answer. A stationary man most of the time, Will had forgotten how quickly Hannibal could move, his arm darting out to catch Nigel by his hair and keep him in place as he smashed their lips together. The sudden change in energy from potential to kinetic took Will along for the ride, the man finding he was caught in between his two lovers as they made out. Nigel sort of flailed in place, splashing water about against his chest while Hannibal was like a rock at his back, until Will reached out hands to cup both the twin's cheeks. Under Will's touch, Hannibal's violence eased up as Nigel relaxed into it and grew still.

"Thank you." Will told them as they parted, but kept close. Hannibal remained looking indifferent though Nigel appeared slightly taken aback. He did not leave the bath or move away from either men though, so Will counted it as a victory.

"For what? Did you just cross something off your kink bucket list?" Nigel grumbled. Will looked content about something, and Hannibal looked too damn pleased with himself, which was never a good thing for anyone in his near vicinity.

"I believe Will is seeking out some sort of structure between all of us. There is always going to be an ongoing power dynamic. It needs to be directed so it doesn't turn septic." Hannibal said, pride evident in his tone. He had never wanted a pet or a quick fuck, always seeking an equal of some sort. Will was beginning to fill his role admirably in this.

"Too many cooks in the kitchen." Will snorted. He wasn't allowed to descend into giggles or the certain type of madness that came with that humor, Hannibal's arms tightening around his waist.

"How did it make you feel?" Hannibal breathed into Will's ear.

"How did it make you feel" Will shot back turning in Hannibal's arm so that he could face his terrible therapist. Looking into Hannibal's eyes wasn't a task anymore now that Will knew what to expect. He could keep it up long enough to make his point and get what he wanted. "I think it made you feel good. I think you liked it."

Hand placed to Will's shoulders reminded him that he had a second lover who was just as greedy and dangerous as the other, one that was getting jealous behind him.

"It occurs to me that maybe you two are plotting something. Would you care to share it with me before I get…..apprehensive?" Nigel warned, pressing a kiss edged with teeth to the back of Will's neck.

"We are discussing narcissism. It is a prominent trait in intelligent psychopaths." Will said. "More often than not, it's what gets them caught."

"So what? Hanni can get off fucking himself?" Nigel said, his arms circling Will's shoulders while Hannibal's own tightened around his waist. It was a bizarre kind of bondage, almost stifling to have so much flesh being pressed up against him. No, not stifling. Overwhelming, Will realized. He was a skin addict actively overdosing, and he couldn't bring himself to stop now.

"Something like that." Will closed his eyes to try and focus. It didn't help. Eliminating one sense only strengthened the remainders. "You don't seem to share the same psychosis though. I'm thinking you don't display your kills either.

"Is this your version of foreplay?" was curiously asked, and Will had no idea who voiced it.

"Our version of it, yes. We are still in the 'getting to know you' phase of it. Next comes bargaining, and we try to figure out who's wearing a collar and whose getting spanked with a hair brush." Will said glibly, shifting between the two bodies pressed up to him.

Both were well built men, just leaner in different places. Hannibal had more of a tummy than Nigel, but that was only to be expected considering his culinary skills and diet. Nigel had a hell of lot more scars than Hannibal though, the most prominent one running down his left side over his rib cage and abdomen. Either someone had gotten very lucky or Nigel had gotten cocky and very careless. Neither sat well with Will as he openly regarded the twin from Bucharest. If he had to guess though, he'd put money on the latter by the way Nigel was preening under his gaze.

"No, it's not about the kill for you. It's the violence of it. Death is only the outcome of it, that downward spiral from living to dead with you kicking out pegs to make them fall until they hit bottom." Will voiced, reading Nigel's kind of crazy like it was printed on his skin.

"That's a beautiful way of saying I like to beat the seven shades of shit and then some out of people" Nigel smiled wrong as he curled his fingers into Will's hair to tug at it. They were nipped by Hannibal when he deemed they were being too rough. "What does that have to do with kissing my brother?"

"It not about that, well not entirely. It's about balance. I won't be able to survive being the focal point for the both of you. You'll get too competitive or I'll get weary of you both….or dead. I'm not the most social person. I like my own space from time to time." Will stated, leaving no room for argument. This could still go all very wrong, and definitely had the serious potential for spiraling straight into chaos and losing important body parts. Will's imagination wasn't doing him any favors in that area either.

When he looked at Nigel, he could see himself kidnapped and taken to a foreign country. He would be kept in a luxurious apartment with no way of communicating his needs or obtaining his freedom except through Nigel. A gilded cage and Stockholm syndrome lay with that twin.

Glancing behind him, Will knew his fate with Hannibal as well. Shadow play, word games, and gourmet food made from people would be the theme, Will already feeling tired from it by trying to keep up.

The combination of all three just might make all the differences though. Hannibal would have his company and an appreciative audience. Nigel would have a source of stability, and a lover to adore. Will would have the emotional, spiritual, and physical support he needed to keep sane, and if a couple of people had to die to achieve their version of domestic bliss…..well, so be it. No relationship was perfect, theirs especially unique, so some allowance had to be made.

"So if we have each other…" Nigel said, breaking Will out of his thoughts and back into the moment.

"…Will can have some breathing room." Hannibal finished for him. Will couldn't decide if he found that irritating or entertaining. Only time would tell on that one.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to though. This won't work if it's forced." Will warned. Resentment could be poisonous in a normal relationship. Will didn't want to think about what kind of effect it would have on them.

"That's precious. Like anyone could." Nigel grinned, all teeth and cocky pride that rubbed Will the wrong way. Hannibal must of picked up on it because Will could feel him smothered a huff of laughter in the nape of his neck.

"Good. Then that being said, I would like you to go to Hannibal and kiss him this time." Will ordered without hesitation.

"Bossy little shit." Nigel chuckled as Will squirmed out between them so that the twins could lay atop one another with the lines of their body uninterrupted.

Large hands went up to grip at ashen locks of wet hair, Hannibal kept in place as Nigel leaned in to touch their foreheads together. Maroon eyes searched each other for a moment, looking for hesitation on either's part. None must have been found Will realized, Nigel tilting his head to capture Hannibal's lips with his own in a devouring kiss.

Moving behind Nigel and keeping his hands on the killer's back to let him know where he was, Will reached around to find Nigel's cock, half hard and pressed up against Hannibal's own, who was fighting against his own recovery time.

Laying himself out across Nigel's broad back, Will began to leisured jerk the man off as he made out with his twin. From his place there, Will could hear and feel Nigel react, knowing the moment Hannibal took control of the kiss.

"Good thing I'm such a handsome devil." Nigel hummed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Hannibal's lips who chased after him to nip and lick his way back into his twin's mouth. Nigel relented in the matter, parting his lips inadvertently when Will tightened his grip upon him.

"Darling, if you keep doing that…" Nigel warned, rolling his hips forward to trap Will's hand momentarily between his handful and Hannibal's stomach. Running his free hand down Nigel's backside, Will eased it between the man's legs to start running his fingers over sensitive balls, loosely fondling until Nigel let up with a gasp.

"Isn't that the point? You're apart of this." Will said as he trailed kisses down Nigel's back, making the man shiver as lips were pressed to his spine all the way to its end. Will's breathe contrasted sharply with the heat of the bathwater, coolness and heat making Nigel's skin tingle. He was surprised how well Hannibal and him fit together, their bodies synching up together as their lips found a rhythm of adoration.

Hannibal was a biter, that much was obvious and Nigel really expected nothing less from him. Nigel was more of a toucher himself, his hands as busy as his lips, roaming over a body that he knew so well but didn't. Hannibal's skin was smoother than his own, the hair of it more groomed and trimmed. It made sense though, Hannibal treating his body like a temple while Nigel used his more like a bar and brothel where scars like graffiti were to be expected. In his line of work, one simply didn't have time to moisturize on a constant basis.

Hands staying on his shoulder and gripping his hair kept Nigel where he was, Hannibal seeming determined to keep him steadfastly in place and himself in charge of their kiss. Nigel let him as long as Will touched him, their lover talented with his fingers as they rippled over Nigel's length, bearing down upon the meat of it. When a calloused thumb made rough from working on boat motors and a lifetime of dealing with hooks run its pad over Nigel's slit, the bad man released himself against that pressure, his semen settling on Hannibal's stomach.

Grinning wickedly, Nigel rubbed it in there to make Hannibal falter in his attention, his twin still only half hard and not catching up to him anytime soon. From the feel of it though, Will was, a refreshed length pressed up between the mounds of his ass.

"Mmmm…..I think it's time we got out of the bath and moved this back to the bed." Nigel mused, stealing a quick kiss from Hannibal who looked somewhere between amused and annoyed before sitting up again. Will kept with him, staying pressed to his back and playing with his over sensitive sex to make Nigel shudder.

As the tub drained, Will almost made it out of it to have his ankle grabbed. He found he was in no danger of cracking his head open, Hannibal easily catching him to make Will sit on the lip of the tub in his lap to hold him there. Nigel took care of the rest, pulling Will's legs apart to sit between them.

Arching his back or at least trying to, Will struggled as he was taken down to the root and his sore entrance prodded by Nigel's fingers. His breathing rattled between his teeth as Will felt those fingers enter him, slick with salvia. He was still loose and lubed from earlier but Will was reminded that Hannibal's prep had been sparse, wincing at the intrusion.

"I can't…" was all Will could manage to gasp out. Fingers left him in a rush when Hannibal reached down to harshly grip at Nigel's head, twisting silvery locks of hair in hand in such a way Will knew it hurt.

"Patience." Hannibal warned, keeping Nigel in place with his lips wrapped around Will's cock. Holding Will against him with an arm like an iron arm across the man's chest, Hannibal moved both Will and Nigel in tandem so that he could watch their lover face fuck his twin.

Bracing himself by placing his hands on Will's thighs, Nigel followed through the guiding pressure placed to the back of his head, letting Will's bulbous tip scrape the back of his throat. Hannibal made him take all of it until his nose was pressed to Will's pubic curls and kept there for moments longer than he would have liked.

Eyes watering as he tried to breathe, Nigel glared up to find his brother grinned down at him. The pain and touch of cruelty was worth it upon seeing Will though. His head throw back, Will looked utterly debauched against Hannibal, writhing in place as he tried to keep himself from thrusting himself into Nigel's mouth.

Constricting his throat to bruise it around Will's girth, Nigel made Will come down it. Finally allowed some room to breathe, Nigel assumed Hannibal had done that to keep him from talking later on. He knew one thing for sure though. Smoking was going to hurt like a bitch, something that was also part of his twin's plan.

Hannibal's grip upon him loosened up as Will's cock softened in his mouth. He would have liked to been able to taste the man, but knew he could do so later at his leisure once these trials and tribulations had passed. In a way it was his own fault. His twin was getting back at him for the earlier marking.

"You fucking cunt." Nigel rasped out, glaring up at Hannibal who grinned lazily down at him. Will broke up the potential argument by falling forward to kiss Nigel, his body lax from orgasm and skin chilly from not drying off properly. With that kind of incentive, it was the easiest thing in the world to pick Will up, the man wrapping his legs and arms around Nigel as he was carried to the bed.

Coverlet stained from earlier liaisons was pushed back so that the clean sheets beneath could get the same treatment, Nigel grinning into Will's clammy skin as the two still very wet men fell onto the bed. Hannibal's sigh behind them made both snicker as they dried themselves off on sheets that probably cost more than most people's furniture. They rolled over onto their backs to find Hannibal properly drying himself off with fluffy towels and giving them a severe look of disproval.

"Come here, you fucking anal retentive asshole." Nigel croaked, his throat definitely sore but his sense of revenge quite healthy. Whether through his empathy or simply like minded, Will helped Nigel grab hold of Hannibal to pull him into the bed with them, towels and all which were quickly discarded over the side much to the owner's chagrin.

Returning the favor, Will sat on Hannibal chest, keeping the man's arms pinned above his head while Nigel moved to sit between his legs, throwing them over shoulder as he took Hannibal's meat into his mouth, swallowing it down with a pained noise. It proved to be too much, Hannibal and himself larger than Will as he slickly pulled off to flick the tip with his tongue. Hannibal growled in response, the noise of it sounding smothered enough, Nigel presumed that Will was handling it with a kiss.

Keeping his hands on Hannibal's cock to work it from base to tip in a tight grip, Nigel went lower, mouthing at the velvety skin of balls to trace the delicate skin behind it with the tip of his tongue. When Hannibal grew incredibly still, Nigel took full advantage, shoving his tongue against a clenched hole. It was hot and too tight as Nigel worked his tongue in. The noises Hannibal was making were soft things being eaten up greedily by Will, his mouth covering one fallen agape.

Nigel humming in pleased amusement turned out to be Hannibal's undoing, the man's back attempting to leave the bed even with the burden of two people atop him. Cum spilled between Nigel's fingers as he kept stroking Hannibal through his orgasm, running his thumb over the head of the flagging erection to make his twin cry out into Will's mouth.

Chuckling darkly, Nigel extricated himself to retrieve a towel, wiping his hand and mouth off with it. "Where the fuck are my cigarettes?" he asked, smacking Hannibal's leg to get the man's attention, the whole of it being consumed by Will who hadn't moved. The kisses exchanged between them were lazy slow things now, Will savoring them and being savored in return.

"You're not smoking in here." Hannibal stated firmly, freeing him mouth long enough to do so.

"I just ate you out so I'm going to smoke wherever the fuck I want. That kind of life choice needs some damn nicotine. A drink wouldn't hurt either." Nigel grumbled, his throat felling particularly raw now. Some alcohol was needed to ease some of that burn.

"You're not smoking in here." Will echoed, earning him another round from Hannibal who rolled them over so that he could lay himself out over Will. Grumbling about his lot in life, Nigel went to the guest room he planned on never using again to find his spare pack and helped himself to Hannibal's best scotch along the way to wash his mouth out. By the time he got back, Will was asleep and Hannibal was half way there himself, his eyes half lidded yet still holding full awareness. Two sets of maroon eyes studied each other, each owner weighing out possibilities before settling upon the mutual object of their desire.

Without a word, Hannibal lifted up a corner of the sheet in open invitation, Nigel slipping in place underneath it. In silent agreement, Hannibal moved to one side of Will while Nigel took the other.

Strange peace and truce was found in sleep.

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TBC