One more little one before we get to the 007 interlude. Because frankly, Hannigram is a necessity of life.
No sooner had Will shut his bedroom door and hit the light switch, he found himself pressed against the door, wrapped in a strong embrace while his mouth was being subjected to a sensual assault that would have made a gaggle of prostitutes blush.
Hannibal… Finally…
Throughout the kiss, both men kept their eyes open, trained intensely on one another. Amber melted ice, Hannibal battling for psychological dominance over the empath. Ice, in its turn, cooled the flames to a manageable glow that would permit the men a moment of calm to enjoy the first sight and taste of each other in far too long. Will felt part of his brain reboot, left dormant in their time apart in an effort to manage the absence of the man he had allowed to mould with his mind.
Hannibal was the first to speak, even as Will broke the kiss to drink in the sight of the man so close. "Nothing in this world or the next could have adequately prepared me for the sight of you again, Will." One arm still held firm around his waist, while the other ran knuckles over the clean-shaven jaw.
Will, apparently, shared the sentiment of that particular admission. Leaning his upper body from the embrace, hips kept firmly against Hannibal's, he absorbed and processed the man in front of him. He had allowed his hair to grow out and the beard, with its shock white strips from the corners of his mouth down the short length to where it swooped beneath his chin made him look older, wiser, softer, scholarly even…
And fucking hell, absolutely ravishing…
Hannibal tilted his head, taking note of the seconds of stunned silence. He pushed Will's jacket from his shoulders and tossed the article to a nearby chair.
"Miss me?"
Hannibal was about to find out exactly how much Will had missed him and how damn much he liked this version of Hannibal 2.0.
Hannibal knew full well from such a welcome reaction he had no cause for concern, but seeing Will again had unleashed a playful, teasing side. Not that either man needed any more encouragement, but if the tools were there, why not employ them?
He nuzzled the side of Will's neck and inhaled a long breath. "You smell of rather expensive cologne, Will. Should I have cause for concern? Perhaps there's something you need to tell me?"
Will's fingers reached around to Hannibal's lower back seeking the hem of his sweater to remove the offending article, pulling it over his head while reaching down between them to begin extricating him from his trousers, all the while backing them away from the door and towards the bed.
"Well?" Hannibal asked again.
"Shut up, Hannibal. Or maybe you want me to shut you up," Will mumbled into Hannibal's shoulder as they arrived at the bed, Hannibal falling gently onto it while Will, in the same move, crouched down to remove shoes, socks and yank his pants off as swiftly as possible. Will stood and stared at the figure splayed out in front of him as he finished removing his own attire.
"You know, I think I may have forgotten how absolutely fucking beautiful you are…"
The look of single-minded determination on his features had Hannibal painfully aroused before the last piece of clothing hit the floor. "Language, Will," Hannibal spoke with mock warning. "You know I don't appr—"
His sentence was cut short by an impatient and pouncing empath who wasted no time rediscovering the contours of the body that gave beautiful, unparalleled physical form to the mind he had craved for, obsessed over, understood better than any before and likely ever would. The experience that was Hannibal Lecter had spoiled Will as much as it had disciplined him. It was a perfect symbiosis that neither man would trade for all the flesh and blood that Death would lay at their feet.
Will's lips travelled up from Hannibal's stomach as he spoke. "Yes I missed you. No you have no cause for concern and yes, there is something I want to tell you but right now…" he whispered, eyes wide with desire and need as he reached into the last layer of clothing that separated them to feel his the heat pulsing strong and firm beneath his seeking palm…
"….There are other more pressing matters to which we must attend. Wouldn't you agree?" he said, as lips met again, their motion mimicking the firm but gentle push of Will's hips against Hannibal's.
Hannibal, abandoning further pretence of control, rolled Will over and took what he wanted. Which was, in effect, everything Will Graham had to give. It was his. All his, and he would tear the world apart, crumble it to dust and scatter it to the four winds to keep this most precious gift the world had seen fit to bestow upon him…