Since this is a Hannibal fanfiction, please let me state the obvious:

This story is not suitable for minors. It takes place several years after Season 3 and contains graphic violence and very explicit sex scenes. Future chapters also include non-consensual sex.

Chapter 1

The wedding chapel was small and plain from the outside, something that was not found very often in the big city of weddings, luck, and broken dreams. There were no guests, no groomsman, not even much decoration. It had been both a spontaneous decision and not a spontaneous decision. Their long road trip had eventually brought them to Las Vegas where there was no lack of slightly to heavily intoxicated men and women who would make a nice meal.

Will had established rules though: No innocent people. That was rule number one, and the way that Hannibal looked at him every time he mentioned this rule he was not sure whether he might be the next course on the menu or whether Hannibal was simply turned on by the fact that Will had crossed his moral line a while ago. Hannibal abided by Will's rules, probably hoping that over time, they would loosen, like so many of Will's rules had already.

The priest was young, a native to this city, and he had tattoos that his long robes failed to conceal. He was waiting patiently for the groom to take his place in front of him. The only other employee, an elderly chap whose day job was being a cleaner at one of the casinos, sat down next to the music player and started the wedding march. When Will was entering the room, there were two thoughts that crossed his mind: The first one was that Hannibal wasn't allowed to turn around. The second thought occurred to Will when Hannibal did in fact turn around and smirked at him. This damn smirk was what he had fallen for the first. It didn't even look particularly arrogant even though it was most probably what it conveyed. You're mine, that was the meaning of that smirk. You don't know who I am, had been its meaning a long time, when Hannibal had still gotten away with his cannibal jokes and references and they had all been too blind to see.

Hannibal looked damn good in his black suit and tie. The suit was one of his one, but Will had needed to buy one. He still did not feel uncomfortable in his, but for Hannibal he had done so many more gruesome compromises, the uncomfortably stiff suit was the petty evil.

Will finally arrived next to Hannibal. Hannibal was side-eying him and right out smiling now. Will wasn't even listening to what the priest said. His head felt empty, only Hannibal. Finally, the priest stopped and looked expectedly to the grooms. Hannibal and Will turned to each other.

"Will you stay by my side", Hannibal asked, "from aperitif through the main course until the very dessert?"

Will had not know these lines and felt something in his stomach protesting. It might also had been the old lady with the unpayable game debts.

"I do." Will's mouth felt dry. He could only but whisper. "Will you stay with me, through cold snow and turbulent spume, hanging from above or falling down below?"

"I do." Hannibal bent forwards and Will saw his lips coming closer. He closed his eyes and felt what he had felt so often before, but it felt different now, it felt numb.

When he opened his eyes again, the priest had continued talking. Then, the music started playing again and Hannibal whispered into his ear, "let the feast begin." Before Will could protest, Hannibal had pulled a knife from his suit. He elegantly moved behind the priest and cut his throat, spraying the blood directly on Will whose brand-new suit was immediately soaked. The old man at the music player jumped up in horror. Will knew that Hannibal would want him to deal with him, so he grabbed the knife from Hannibal's hand and ran to the old man who tried to make it for the exit. While Hannibal gently put down the priest's body on the floor, will stabbed the old man in the back. There was no scream in agony, not even much blood splattering. Just a stammer noise and the old man fell down onto the floor.

"Are you insane?" Will asked. He rushed over to the wedding book to see whether there were any events planned after them tonight.

"The priest was a convicted child rapist, and the old man has helped countless of casino robbers in the past few decades. I haven't broken any of your rules, Will," Hannibal assured him while he took out a scalpel and plastic bags from his suit.

"You don't ever not carry those?" Will asked and returned to watch his now-husband to do his thing.

"I am always looking out for a good meal. I don't want my husband to suffer hunger," Hannibal replied with a smile and looked up to Will. Standing there dripping of blood, Will looked down on the man he had given everything up for. The man who looked at him with a childish smile on his face, his hand drenched in the blood of a predator.

Will wanted to reply something, but then suddenly he shrieked up. It felt warm and soft and dry. He had woken up. He opened his eyes and found himself in a cozy, white bed. He put his arm out and touched the other side of the bed. It was empty. Then he grabbed for his glasses and put them on to confirm that the other side of the bed was indeed empty. He sat up on the side of the bed and started breathing calmly. He got up and put on his slippers. He heard a noise from the kitchen and walked there.

"I made a vegetarian breakfast," Hannibal announced proudly. "You have woken up just in time," he said while serving omelets on the two plates on the kitchen table.

"Shouldn't we shower first?"

"We can shower afterwards. What's the hurry? It's Saturday," Hannibal replied and filled the pan with water to return it to the turned off stove.

Will sat down and let Hannibal serve him tea. "You look distracted, Will," Hannibal noticed.

Will looked up. Hannibal had gotten old. Years had passed. His hair had turned entirely grey, he had let his front hair grow even a bit further and now it has gotten a tiny bit curly at the front. He still combed it neatly to the side, but once they got into action, it would not stay there but hang in his face. Hannibal had wanted to cut it shorter until he had realized how much it had turned Will on. Will himself had grown older as well, but since he had always been much younger than Hannibal, it was not as noticeable right now. He did not sport grey hair yet, but he had trimmed it. Hannibal always made sure that Will had a proper look. Although he had quickly given up on Will's fashion sense – or rather lack thereof.

"Have you read the newspaper yet?" Will asked when he spotted the papers on the chair next to him.

Hannibal, who sat opposite to him, shook his head. "I was too busy preparing breakfast for you, but it got the papers when I took out Chester."

Will looked up and around and saw his youngest dog playing with a plastic bone in the living room. He opened the newspapers and nearly choked on his tea.

"Jack Crawford is in the papers," he said under heavy coughing.

Hannibal looked up with a mixture of shock and interest – if you could tell his face that far; his only strong emotions that were visible were those when he was reacting to Will. Everything else was usually a poker face that some might interpret as professionalism and others as lack of empathy. Even though Hannibal had considered himself a psychopath or a sociopath, Will had shown that if there was anything that Hannibal did not lack it was the capability to fall in love and to care dearly for another person.

"He caught a serial killer in Carson City. I didn't know he was reinstated. I thought he had retired after…"

"After I nearly killed him," Hannibal had a thing for ending Will's sentences with the brutality that Will only wanted to imply.

Will nodded and continued reading.

"Any plans for today?" Hannibal asked.

"The Sarandons are having their neighborhood BBQ, did you forget?"

"Ah, I nearly did."

"We can't refuse. We have said we would go and since we are already the outsiders of this suburb, we have to work on our image. We can't arouse any suspicions."

"We're a married gay couple with an age difference of nine years which would not be an issue if you didn't look so young. We can be glad we're not slaughtered at night."

"That's why I wanted to move into a swing state, Will."

"And why we are doing all our murders out of town."

"Ah yes, rule of murder number two: Never commit murders in your vicinity."

"Oh, another thing regarding this afternoon," Will said and he could watch the concern and disappointment on Hannibal's face growing. "I said I'd bring salads to the BBQ. The Sarandons are buying the meat."

I haven't written any fanfiction in a long time. Therefore, I would be very happy about feedback.