"You were talking to Freddie Lounds?"

Will really wasn't in the mood to deal with this kind of shit. He was carrying ugly feelings heavy inside of him, and they were making him unwell. He needed to purge a killer from his mind, one who'd taken it upon himself to skin a child alive and leave him hanging from the monkey bars to bleed out.

Hannibal's presence at the scene had helped bring Will back from places even angels feared to trend. The lonely spaces between where children with no tongues left in their heads cried for their parents, and bad men thought they could walk away free after creating hell on earth. It had been Hannibal's soothing voice coming from the ravenstag's maw that had led Will back to the land of the living, not beating wings dappled with blood.

The thought of Freddie Lounds there at the playground and playing a concerned parent just so she could take pictures of the mud that had been made out of the little boy's vital fluids made Will nauseous with rage. It twisted within him, shimmering hot and violet blue like a lit match curling in on itself to burn fingers.

The last thing he had wanted to come back to was this. Freddie Lounds never meant anything good. Nigel mixed with her seemed like a new combination for napalm.

To the profiler's ire, Nigel brushed off Will's concern with a shrug, an easy smile pulling at his lips as he tapped out a cigarette from the soft pack. "We chatted." He said in answer as though those simple words explained everything. It didn't and it pissed Will off. Freddie Lounds was not someone you chatted up, unless you wanted the funhouse mirror version of that conversation publicly posted.

"Why?" It wasn't a question, it was a demand. Will took the smoke Nigel had so carefully placed between his lips to snap the bit of tobacco between his fingers and drop it into the sink.

"She was there and I was bored. I don't see what the problem is with having a little conversation." the words were edged with warning, smooth and sweet as poisoned honey.

Will was upset, and Nigel could see that now, knew why Will had caught Hannibal's attention so completely when no one else could. There was another killer here in their midst, one who's potential was endless and undefined. His becoming would be glorious.

"I can not stress to you how bad of an idea that is….was…ever. What did you tell her?" Will asked, even as he refused to meet Nigel's eyes. He wouldn't look at him. Hell, he couldn't look at Hannibal. It wasn't fair to punish one twin because he was angry at the other, but Will was forced to align his sight elsewhere in self defense. He couldn't afford to become distracted by what he saw there in maroon eyes.

Although as his gaze wandered, it did make Will wonder why Hannibal had a painting of a little white dog in his kitchen. How long had that been there and how had he failed to notice it?

Again Nigel shrugged, though this time he didn't pull out a cigarette, choosing to lean against the island behind him as he watched Will study Hannibal's art selection. He didn't get it either, but then interior décor really wasn't his thing. "Nothing of importance." He tried to soothe.

Will laughed, the sound of it bleak and humorless "Nothing of importance?" He mimicked, mocking back as he whirled on Nigel to get well and good in the older man's space.

"Freddie Lounds has a talent for making nothing into something. She could ruin Hannibal's career if she even suspects…" Will growled, his blue grey eyes steely and trained on Nigel's own now. He was beginning to think he'd make more progress talking to a wall. He was used to Freddie trying to ruin him one way or another, but the thought of her upsetting Hannibal's life made Will realize how much he cared for the man, serial killer or not.

"Don't worry about it, my darling." Nigel sighed, dropping the edge from his voice to try and reason with Will, his hand trying to catch the profiler by his waist. Having none of it and not ready yet to forgive such carelessness, Will didn't let those hands settle, pushing Nigel away from him.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with here!" Will snapped. He was on the verge of doing something unfortunate. Freddie might have to be neutralized on a permanent level. It was a good thing he was fucking the Chesapeake Ripper who probably had a kill room, if not several at his disposal to dismember a corpse in. For a minute there, things might have gotten complicated, Will mused sarcastically to himself.

A rough hand gripping his curls made Will look suddenly up at Nigel who stared back at him with dead eyes, cold as cut stones. "No." The bad man from Bucharest warned, but it wasn't for or at Will. "You have no idea who she's dealing with. She is no longer a concern you have trouble yourself with."

"What did you do?" Will hissed the words slowly, his anger making them keen things. If this was Nigel's way of comforting him, he'd not only missed the train, but that station and the country it was in as well.

"I took care of it." That cocky wolf's grin was back, and this time, Will could easily pinpoint the shifting darkness and bright sparks of cruelty that lurked within it. This was a man who loved his work. "That's what I do, darling. That's my fucking job. I take care of things for other people, and I am very good at what I do."

"Will I be seeing Ms. Lounds soon then?" Will spat out, honestly not knowing if he wanted a real answer or not to that. He also ignored the growing undefined disappointment that welled up inside him.

"I imagine one way or another." Nigel chuckled darkly as he tightened his hold on Will, his fingers still threaded through curls. The movement was sharp enough it made Will gasp, his eyes watering as the pain of it agitated his always there headache.

The silver of a blade proved to be a better distraction from that pain than aspirin. A very sharp kitchen knife placed to Nigel's throat from behind reminded both men that they had lost track of their third.

"Nigel…" Hannibal spoke in a tone of voice that would suggest that they were discussing what was for breakfast and knives to throats were for other people. "I would like you to let go of Will, and keep your hands to yourself if you can not be pleasant to him."

"I can always be all sorts of pleasant to my darling Will. I happen to like where my fingers are, all working and attached." Nigel winced as a razor edge nicked him quite intentionally. Hannibal's hands were far too steady for such mistakes.

Making a show of letting go of Will, Nigel lifted his hands up in the air to help placate his twin. The tip of blade tapped his cheek in warning before metal left his neck. "I'm glad we understand each other." Hannibal said from somewhere behind him. Nigel didn't give Hannibal the pleasure of him turning around to confront, not with Will staring him down. Nigel liked how those stormy eyes tracked the blood that trailed down his neck to stain the white shirt's collar.

"Always, my dear brother." Nigel grinned, leaning into Will's space, but carefully so not to touch him. The movement was enough to make Will tear his eyes away from the little wound and up to his bloody eyes.

"Now if you would care to share with us what you have done with Ms. Lounds, and if we will be reading about her or from her soon." Hannibal said, sliding the knife back in its place with the rest. That little bit of violence seemed to have rendered Will mute, and the blood transfixed. He glared as Nigel pressed his lips to Will's own to no response other than Will's eyes darting from brother to brother.

"I didn't take a pawn off your board." Nigel's grin was back, edged with pride at the nasty things he could do to other people. "All your pieces are still sitting right where you left them."

"Yes, but in what condition?" Hannibal pressed, not ignorant to his brother's methods. He went to stand beside them, placing himself closer to Will than Nigel. His presence was rewarded, Will leaning into his side and away from Nigel who's grin lost some of its virility at that.

"Are the black pieces painted white, or the white pieces black, or hell, did you paint all the fucking roses red?" Will pinched the bridge of his nose. His headache had upgraded itself to a migraine, and he was losing track of the conversation with people you didn't do that with. Fingers gripping Will's chin made him look up and over again.

"Calm yourself, my darling. I just gave an annoying cunt a haircut." Nigel told him. Another cigarette hung from his lips but his eyes were sincere. As far as Will could tell, he was telling the truth as absurd as it sounded to him.

"And how is this a good thing? She could press charges now. She could…" Will started and stopped. His chin had been let go so that Nigel could light his smoke but Will kept right on looking, catching up on what he was missing. He could already feel his stomach drop to bottom out in a painful manner. It was a small wonder to Will that he didn't have ulcers."…..but she won't. You've done or said something to make her reconsider such an action. It would be detrimental if she did, and beneficial to her if she didn't. What did you offer her?"

"Yes, Nigel. What did you offer Ms. Lounds for her silence?" Hannibal asked. He didn't sound mad, didn't look it either. Will peered up at the man he was leaning into, and only found curiosity waiting for him there. Hannibal knew his brother well enough to know he'd keep them all safe from danger. His only concern seemed to be how Nigel handled it and whether it would interfere with whatever he was planning. Because Hannibal was planning something. A mind and nature like that, Will knew something for someone was in the works.

"No, the question here is 'why', not 'what'." Hannibal might want to know about the method to the madness, but Will was still pissed at the source. "Why did you concern yourself with Freddie to begin with?"

"Maybe I didn't like what she was saying about you." Nigel shot back, going for carelessly spoken but failing. Will wasn't so easily detoured or fooled, which is why Nigel found himself loving him so dearly. The nicotine was doing nothing to ease his nerves into something more suave, Nigel breathing in the chemical for distraction.

"So what? People talk." Will closed his eyes, falling back to let Hannibal take his weight. If the man were to move now, Will knew he would fall over. He was exhausted though and his mind wasn't helping matters by tying itself up into knots while trying to wrap itself around Nigel's reasoning. This is what he got for sleeping with serial killers and madmen.

"Not about you." Nigel said, blowing out silvery smoke as he leaned over to tap ash into the sink much to Hannibal's ongoing ire. "Not anymore."

Will rolled his eyes. How could grown men be so immature? "Especially about me. I'm the pet freak of the FBI. If she doesn't, someone else will. Are you going to cut their hair off too?" he countered with an arched brow.

"If I feel like it." Nigel shrugged, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as Hannibal settled his arms around Will, looking more content than he had any right to be.

"No, Nigel. No, you're not." Will stated, leaving no room for argument. He was tempted to throw something. Or steal Nigel's cigarettes.

"I beg your pardon, darling? What did you say?" This time the smile wasn't nearly so pleasant and it was meant for him, a warning for Will, his first one. Nigel flicked the butt of his smoke past Will into sink, even though he knew he would have to deal with Hannibal's temper on that one later.

Shaking free of the hold upon him, Will pushed off of Hannibal to stand on his own two feet, grinning madly back at the killer who tried to loom over him. Nigel didn't like being told what to do. Even more so, he didn't like being told 'no'. It was a big red button of fuckity boom Will found he was dying to press.

"I told you no." Will growled back, brewing stormy eyes meeting blood tilled earth ones in challenge. I'm a killer too, Will taunted in his head, and a better one than you. Nigel and Hannibal were limited to what they were. Will had a legion of psychosis to pull from. "I don't need your protection…"

"…or anyone else's." Will added just in case Hannibal was feeling exempt from this little argument. "I can take care of myself. I don't want a guardian angel."

"How about a devil who doesn't give a shit about what you want? You're mine." Nigel said, pushing the words out through bared teeth. He spoke with a familiar air of possession, the level of which that Will thought Hannibal was only capable of. Apparently, it was just another trait the twins shared. Hannibal's need to own was just as grounded in Nigel as it was in him. Nigel had just been hiding it better as obsession. Razor thin lines ran between all emotions, letting them bleed into each other.

"No. he's not." Hannibal stepped in again, tired of being left out of this. Will could see he wanted to claim his own piece of him.

"No. I'm not." Will stated even as let himself drift a little closer to the Ripper.

"He's ours." Hannibal corrected Nigel as he reached for Will. He could be Will's earth, the man's bedrock to anchor himself with.

"Ours." Hannibal repeated to Nigel who could be Will's water, keeping him afloat. In exchange, Will was the flame that made Hannibal want to create, the ultimate muse. To Nigel, Will would be fresh air, an ocean wind that cleared out the boredom that was lingering dully within the man.

"Then let's make him ours." Nigel said , closing the space between him and Will so that the profiler was caught between psychopath and a sadist.

"You can't be serious." Will snapped, looking from one brother to the other even as hands began to strip him of his clothing. Four hand working together made short work of this.

"We're having an argument!" Will yelled as his pants and underwear hit the floor and he was made to step out of them.

"Mistakes were made and I forgive you. There, argument over." Nigel smirked, his broad hands settling on Will's waist as Hannibal's fell further downward to cup his ass, making Will go up on his toes in surprise. The new height and the precariousness of it were taken full advantage off, Nigel stealing a kiss and then Will completely.

"Nigel!" Will yelped as he was thrown over a broad shoulder. He pushed against his back in a weak attempt for escape.

"Hannibal!" Will yelled in search of an ally. The grin on Hannibal's face told him there was none here for him, the good doctor already taking off his tie as he followed the pair.

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"Hey, Hanni." Nigel said as he threw Will onto the bed to make him bounce with an indignant squawk. "I've got an idea."

Not liking the sound of that, Will tried to slip off of the bed. He didn't get very far of course, Hannibal on one side of him, and Nigel on the other with Will in the middle feeling very much like a piece of meat. In his opinion, the situation didn't improve itself as the twins got just as naked and started to discuss things over Will's head.

The change of dialect was cause for concern especially when your lovers were a pair of intelligent, high functioning psychopaths. Staying on top of the finer details was imperative to one's survival.

"What are you discussing that I can't be a part of?" Will snapped, trying not to sound petulant about it. The last time the twins had a private discussion around him, the result of it had ended with him being fucked up against a ladder by a very jealous Hannibal. The experience wasn't as comfortable as one might think, and Will was feeling less than eager about a repeat performance.

Reaching into a nightstand's drawer, Hannibal handed a small glass bottle over to his brother, another flurry of guttural words happening between them as they ignored Will's question. Though Will might not be able to understand the words being said, he could easily follow the context due to his empathy. Hannibal was offering up an explanation for the bottle and its contents while Nigel was laughing a retort about it which Will safely assumed pertained to the quality of the product or necessity of the item itself.

Will knew he was going to experience the bottle's contents on a deep personal level when Hannibal grabbed for him, Will's back held to a fuzzy chest as Hannibal leaned them up comfortably against the headboard. As Nigel parted his legs to sit between them, Will was kept easily in place while rough finger slicked with something smelling of cedar and jasmine was pushed between the mounds of his ass to slip into his entrance.

His gasping and protests at the sudden intrusion upon his person was swallowed down by Hannibal's mouth over his own as a second finger slipped inside him too soon, working his rim open with slow fanning thrusts.

"I apologize for our behavior, darling. That was rather rude of us." Nigel mumbled in Will's inner thigh, nipping at it. He watched with interest as he pushed a third finger into Will to have the man shudder in answer. He hummed into the kisses he left on Will's skin when he felt Will tighten around him, gripping the digits that worked to push him apart. "We were just discussing all the different ways to fuck you."

"If we're going to be sharing you, it's something that needs to be discussed at length, don't you think? Who gets to fuck you, where and when. The how is also important." Nigel chuckled, hearing Will groan into Hannibal's mouth in answer. His twin was stroking Will's chest, clever fingers finding nipples to pinch and twist them at his leisure.

"Ha-Hannibal!" Will protested with a stutter. He was allowed to do so when Hannibal's thin lips moved downward to taste his throat with open mouthed kisses, tongue darting to sample salted skin.

"No, darling. Hannibal is the one holding your hips. I'm the one pushing inside you." Nigel reminded, doing just that as he worked his fingers in deeper to crook them inside Will. He found the places where nerves were hidden, the ones that made Will cry out and struggle between them.

"Ni-" He cried out, unsure whose, if any name he should be calling while both men molested him. "Hann.."

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't quite hear that." Nigel mouthed into his flesh, selfishly leaving behind bite marks on Will's thighs so that when he walked he would feel the reminder. A fourth finger pushing into Will, making him hiss at the slight pain of being stretched further than he had ever been before. "Who were you calling for?"

"It's rude to mumble. You should speak more clearly," Hannibal added, his lips too close to Will's ear to be ignored. His voice was sin itself coupled with a tongue that taunted Will's earlobe.

Will couldn't understand why he was being made to stand up now, fingers leaving him in a rush. The lack of stimuli made him feel robbed as Will tried to find his balance on the mattress. Two pairs of hands on his body helped him in this endeavor.

"Oh no, you know what happens to the rude in this house, don't you?" Nigel grinned like a cat on crack up at him as the twins shifted into place around him.

"They get eaten" was said by one of them, but fuck if Will knew by who. He was too busy trying remember how to inhale and exhale as his cock was swallowed down by Hannibal and his ass was tongued by Nigel. All Will could do was hang onto the silvery lock of hair on Hannibal's head, and gasp out unintelligible sounds. He knew he was going to come like this, his pleasure being pulled out of him. One tongue pushed into him while another ran down along his length to tease his head. Someone's hands were on his balls, massaging the fragile softness of them in time to tongues working in and on him.

It was all too much and too sudden, and all Will could do was hold on for dear life. He was leaning more over onto Hannibal than standing up, Nigel's hands on his ass keeping the flesh parted there anchored him in place as well. More sounds were coming out of Will's mouth, but he wasn't sure if he was praying, begging, cursing, or wailing a combination of all three.

"Perhaps he was calling my name…." Hannibal said, pulling back longer enough to taunt before taking Will back into his mouth down to the root. He deliberately swallowed, his throat clamping down on the cock that was scraping him hoarse.

"Don't try to confuse him Hanni, I don't think he knows what he's doing." Nigel teased, pushing his slick fingers back in to make Will arch between them, rendered mute by it.

Shuddering, Will's hands left off Hannibal's hair to dig blunt nails into the man's broad shoulders. Will fought to keep from climaxing so early in the game of them, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He tried to move away from Nigel only to feel a tongue flicking in between the fingers that held him open. It was enough to make him come, Will sagging forward into the mouth that encased him.

A cry bordering on a whine from Will was straggled out, but for all the wrong reasons. Hannibal slid his mouth off of his cock to replace it with his hand, his grip bearing down on the base of Will's swollen cock. Will fell back against Nigel upon realizing that he was being denied the pleasure of release.

"Nigel, please…" Will moaned, desperate and panting. He would beg one if the other denied him, Nigel's fingers still in him. His lips fell upon Nigel's own, pleading and nipping at the other man for what he wanted, the kiss hungry and bloody.

"Please." Will licked the sounds of his need into Nigel's mouth, giving himself over fully to the man behind him. Nigel took Will into his arms, laying them back as gentle as he could as Hannibal shoved their legs apart, his hand still cruelly upon Will in denial.

"My poor darling…" Nigel chuckled darkly, holding Will close to him as Hannibal reached for the lube to coat his own fingers with it. They squelched noisily as they entered Will, intent on preparing his further for them, pushing the edge of his thumb into that tight heat. "Welcome to limbo."

Pressing a gentle kiss behind Will's ear, Nigel smiled at his brother as a few more words Will couldn't understand were exchanged between them.

"Neither of you are being very nice to me right now." Will groaned, his sensitive cock at last released as more fingers filled him, not knowing how many were working in and out of him. With a fumbling hand, he reached for himself, needing release that sat low and throbbing in his gut. He ended up hissing when teeth latched onto his neck and strong hands batted his own away.

"What did I tell you before, darling? There will be no touching yourself." Nigel tutted, grinning at Will's wild, desperate look. "No need to get too comfortable in this limbo. I promise it is not your final destination. We'll be along soon enough to hasten you there."

"I must agree with Nigel, William. You have two partners now. There is no reason for you to be pleasuring yourself unless you wish to deprive us of our own." Hannibal lectured even as they shifted Will between them. Nigel directed Will's movements, looping his arms under Will's legs to draw them back. It made Will feel terribly exposed even though he had been naked around both of them before. Looking down at himself, Will watched as Hannibal touched his twin, Nigel sighing out long and loud as his cock was slicked up by hands so similar to his own, and pillows were shoved under his butt.

"I'm don't remember agreeing to this." Will mockingly argued, breath hitching as Hannibal parted the globes of his ass to allow Nigel's fat cockhead to nestle up against his hole. Ever in control, Hannibal's strong hands reaching up to grip Will's hips. He guided him to bear down onto the shaft waiting for him, forcing Will to skewer himself on his twin's length.

"You don't have to agree." Nigel groaned out in time to the quiet gasps from Will as he took his cock inch by inch inside himself. "We're bad men, remember? We'll do what we want."

"You're shameless," Will gasped as he hit bottom, Nigel settled deep inside him. They stayed still like that, with Will's weight pressing Nigel into the mattress. Slicking up his own cock, Hannibal mapping out the sensitive planes of Will's skin with his free hand, following the curve of ribs to pert nipples, pinching the sensitive buds.

"You fucking love it." Nigel rasped, trying his best to stay still and not thrust into Will. Damn Hannibal, and his need for foreplay.

Shifting beneath him, Nigel began a gentle rocking motion for Will to fall into as he tried to focus his mind on the two sets of hands upon him. One pair followed the flesh of his sides and teased his chest with hot lips biting kisses into his skin. The other held his hips in place and took his cock in hand, leisurely pumping his shaft. Will knew the pleasuring would end in a tightly held pinch though if he came too close to his release before they were finished with him.

When a finger slid in alongside Nigel's cock, it dragged out a startled cry from Will that had Nigel gently soothing him with quiet hushes and foreign words. Light kisses alighted up the length of his jaw, the hand upon his cock increasing its languid pump to pull more pleasure edged with desperation from Will as a second finger was added to his hole, stretching his rim more. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were prepping him for, not with Hannibal slipping a third finger in and out of his entrance with Nigel's still shifting cock.

"You're not going to fit." Will moaned, an edge of panic to his voice as Hannibal's finger crooked to press against his prostate. "It's going to hurt." He tried to reason with them, a sadist and psychopath, arching back as Hannibal mercilessly found his prostate again.

"You would be surprised." Were Hannibal's chosen words of comfort before gripping chocolate curls between fingers and pulling Will into a crushing kiss, the digits that had filled him freed. They were replaced too soon, the mushroom tip of Hannibal's cock pushing against his entrance to slip past the rim before forcing the extra girth up into Will's heat.

"That's it my darling," Nigel soothed, stroking slow circles over shivering skin. Will's cries had died down, the noise of them eaten up by Hannibal. "Just relax," he murmured into Will's shoulder as Hannibal pushed inch after inch further into him, until he was at last fully seated within the quivering man.

Will whimpered into the kiss, body tense as he took in both men, struggling with his inner muscles to relax around the new pressure that filled him so completely as both brothers worked to soothe him. Hannibal's hands were doing wonderful things to his cock, sliding his thumb over Will's sensitive slit with every pump of his shaft. Nigel's hands were skimming their calming circles over smooth planes of skin, stroking his sides in slow circles to ghost the length of his stomach to one quivering hip before stroking his inner thigh and sliding their way back to a nipple before doing it all again.

"You are doing very well, William," Hannibal praised as he tilted Will's head back to make blown eyes meet each other. Swallowing hard, Will nodded as he felt Nigel wrap one strong around his waist, the other coming to press against the bed as hips began to really move now. "Beautifully well."

"Relax." Hannibal said before captured gasping lips in an almost chaste kiss. "We will take care of you." he promised, his usually composed voice faltering as he steadied Will and shifted his hips to create a slow rhythmic thrust of his own in direct counter to Nigel's own. It made Will aware of how painfully full he was, stretched so tight he could feel every twitch of the cocks within him. They moved against each other at their own paces, Hannibal's position allowing him to make quicker thrusts that made Will want to scream while Nigel's cock remained deep seated, moved slower thanks to his bottom position. He was angled in such a way though that it still managed to find Will's prostate with every other thrust. It all left Will reeling, only able to offer up strangled cries as he gripped the bedding.

"Fuck, you're good. You feel amazing." Nigel growled. He drove himself in just as Hannibal managed more centered thrusts, rocking Will's body with his movements. Making no attempt to reciprocate, Will knew he was only along for the ride, being held easily in place between the twins. All he tried to do was hold himself steady, getting too lost in pleasure to really care about anything else, his body shaking from the intensity of it.

Capturing his parted lips, Hannibal swallowed down more of Will's little helpless noises, pushing his cock into that tight heat as Nigel began to pull out. It beginning to be too much for Will to handle, too much sensation with so many hands upon him. So much want and need for his flesh, the kind of which he had never known before. Trying to express this, Will found his voice lost as the twins continued to move within him, each keeping their own pace.

Nigel hissed, moaning foreign words of passion into Will's skin as he buried himself again. "You're too fucking good to us darling," he whispered, showering his lover with kisses along his nape and shoulders as another lewd noise was driven from Will.

Hannibal smiled, raising his hips and stealing another kiss from slack lips as blunt nails dug into sheets, ruining them. Hips squirming, Will tried to accommodate the massive sexes within him, every powerful thrust making Will's entire being stagger and groan. His limits were being sorely tested.

"I-I can't…" Will finally managed to form words. He had been kept at his limit for too long. He felt like he was drowning in need- Hannibal's, Nigel's and his own. Unable to help himself as beads of cum pooled on his tip, Will bowed his head. The pressure within him, moving and shifting over everything, pushed him beyond reason or rational thought.

Will was vaguely aware of Hannibal licking his way back into his mouth, mapping out the inside of it. He stole Will's breathe while doing so, making him light headed. Will was made more dizzy by the words being whispered into his ear, Nigel's voice a continuous stream of blessings, curses, and praises in languages Will couldn't place. He was breaking down and apart, and there was nothing he could do about it but let himself go.

"I can't!" Will all but sobbed out, his body quaking as he tried to stay his climax for them. He didn't want to be denied again by either.

"Then don't, darling. Cum for us." Nigel purred sin and salvation into Will's ear. He pushed in as deep as he could, burying himself to drag another moan from the man above him.

Hannibal joined his brother with a hard thrust, sanguine watching blue as Will came closer and closer to his peak. Pinned in place, he clenched tight as he shot his release over Hannibal's chest in slick spurts, his orgasm reached at last. It leeched all his strength with it.

Shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, Will was lost in an euphoric haze, his limbs pleasantly numb. He was only vague aware of Nigel reaching his end, the man's sharp teeth cutting into his neck. Will barely felt the pain of it though, too blissed out to care. Always in control, Hannibal was last, adding his own essence to mix with Nigel's in Will. His core filled another hot burst, Will was made to look into Hannibal's eyes as he finished, the Ripper pouring himself out into the empath until he was filled to the brim. No room was left for other murderers, not the pedophile from this morning, not Hobbs, no one else.

"Fuck…" Nigel purred dark and low, easing himself out of Will as Hannibal did the same to let the man fall to the side. "…that was fucking amazing."

"You must be tired, Will," Hannibal murmured, Will's eyes already falling shut with exhaustion. To his credit, Will did try to respond, but only got as far as some eye fluttering and unintelligible groaning. He felt weak but in a good way.

Will realized he must had dozed off at some point. He become aware or at least enough to know that he was being held by Nigel, cradled in the man's arms. Hannibal was there as well, cleaning them off. The clothe he used was soothingly warm and moist with something that left Will's skin feeling refreshed.

A small conversation was held over his head again. Too fucked out to bitch at them about it, Will quietly decided the twins really needed to stop doing that or he would have to learn their language on the sly in self defense. The outcome of the exchange was that Will was traded off to Hannibal, Nigel getting out of bed while his brother took his place as Will's keeper.

Opening his eyes, Will made a noise of protest as he watched Nigel slip on a robe and root through their discarded clothing. The sound made Nigel look over at him with a grin, showing Will the objects of his search.

"I'll be right back, darling." Nigel said, leaning on the bed to press a kiss to Will's forehead and then one to Hannibal's as well who tried not to look surprised about it.

"Rest." Will was told by Hannibal as he pulled up the covers to tuck them both in. Surrounded by warmth and lulled back into sleep, Will felt a strange peace being so wanted or loved. It was something he could get used to as Will settled in closer to Hannibal. Even while falling into slumber, he knew he would kill to keep it.

Grinning at his lovers, Nigel made his way out of the bedroom only to pause in the doorway to light his smoke before heading downstairs. His sole purpose in mind was to raid Hannibal's refrigerator and bar.

"I should take your hand for that." was thrown at Nigel's back by his brother. They both knew it was meaningless threat, mostly because it would mean Hannibal would have to leave Will alone to go after him. Nothing short of the FBI kicking in his front door was going to make Hannibal leave this bed or the prize sleeping in his arms. Hannibal knew this, and Nigel knew this, both brothers smiling in their own unique way at their strange life.

"It was technically out of the room." Nigel teased softly back as to not disturb their beloved. Fortune favored the bold, and faint hearts never won fair love. Only time would tell if they could keep this unconventional life of theirs going.

In this moment though, it was just about as near to perfection as it was going to get.

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