Bonus chapter: 10

"That was the last box," Hannibal announced and closed the door behind him.

Will turned around. "How do we have that much stuff?" he asked.

"I think with every time we move, we should go through our belongings and discuss what we really need."

Will nodded in agreement.

"We could also think about staying somewhere longer than a year," Hannibal suggested.

"No… it depends," Will muttered and looked at the boxes scattered on the floor. At least half of them were Hannibal's suits.

"What now?" Hannibal asks.

"We should have dinner. It's half past eight already… let's order something."

While they were waiting for the food to arrive, Hannibal and Will started unpacking the essential they would need today and tomorrow morning. Hygiene articles, dishes, cutlery. They had just started sorting the few chinaware they had when the doorbell rang. They ate pizza on the floor since they did not have any furniture besides a couch and a mattress yet.

"Tomorrow we need to go to the furniture store," Will mentioned and finished his meal.

"Think about today, first. What are we going to do today?"

Will went over to the sink and washed his hands. Hannibal came up right behind him and put his arms around Will's body to also reach the ray of tap water. Hannibal smelled Will.

"You like my aftershave?" Will asked.

"Of course. I chose it." Hannibal bent down and kissed Will on the shoulder. His lips then gently worked up their way along the neck and to his cheek.

"You should be pleased you are in control of every aspect of me," Will said ironically.

"I am not," Hannibal said, his lips hovering over Will's skin. "I don't have to be."

Will laughed briefly.

"Tell me, Will. It has been three years since we disposed of Randall Tier's body together, our first art scene together. Do you still fantasize about killing me?"

Will hesitated. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already."

Hannibal did not move. He was still pressing his chest against Will's back.

"I would do it while you sleep," Will continued. "Slowly grabbing your neck and squeezing it."

Hannibal closed his eyes and Will could hear him inhale deeply.

"It turns you on, doesn't it?" Will whispered. "Knowing that I could kill you, if I wanted to. Would you allow it?"

"I trust you, Will. I trusted you once, a long time ago, and you played me. You broke my heart. But here I am, trusting you again."

"With your life."

"With my life."

Will turned around and looked up into Hannibal's dead eyes. He was smiling at him. Will bent forward and gently kissed Hannibal on the lips. He then started to unbutton Hannibal's shirt and pushed him towards the bedroom. When they arrived, Hannibal's chest lay bare and Will's hands were gliding over the hairy skin. He then started to undo Hannibal's trouser button and zipper while Hannibal worked on opening Will's checkered shirt.

Eventually, they were both entirely naked and Will pushed Hannibal down onto the mattress. They had not spoken a word but they had not taken their eyes off each other. Will bent down to kiss his lover. His hands were gliding over Hannibal's penis but they were not taking it. Instead, he worked on his own stiffness while watching Hannibal stare at him. When he had achieved a boner, Will got up and went to a small, brown box. He took out handcuffs and lube. He signaled Hannibal to turn around and handcuffed his hands to the back. Hannibal let him do that without complaint. Then he turned Hannibal back onto his back. He had also gotten a boner, without having to work on it.

Will sighed in satisfaction when he applied the lube on his fingers.

"You trust me," he said again.

"I do," Hannibal answered.

Will entered his pointing finger into Hannibal's asshole. He worked gently in widening and lubing the entry hole. He did not enter far. Then he proceeded with a second finger and then a third. The moaning of Hannibal in his deep voice was a signal for him to continue. While one hand was working in Hannibal, the other was working on Will's erect penis. Eventually, he deemed his partner wetted enough and put a small bit of lube on his penis and rubbed it all over his member.

"I trust you," Hannibal said and closed his eyes. Will slowly entered Hannibal and they both moaned in pleasure. Will then moved a bit out again and when he went back in, he went in deeper. He continued this until he had inserted his full length. Then he begin moving his pelvis in a rhythm with increasing pace. When Hannibal's moans came from a whisper to a high-pitch level, Will put his right hand on Hannibal's cheek. His hand moved downwards to his neck. At first, it was just gliding over his skin. Then he added his second hand. His weight was now resting partially on his hands which were grabbing Hannibal's neck.

Hannibal kept his eyes closed and his moans were still of pleasure. Will's movement inside Hannibal became faster and faster and he began to tighten his grip around Hannibal's neck. Hannibal's breath became irregular and he was panting for air. But he did not struggle nor did he beg Will to stop who mercilessly pumped himself into Hannibal's ass. After half a minute, Will came into Hannibal and loosened his grip on his neck. Hannibal gasped for breath and came shortly after on his own belly.

"It is your ultimate fantasy," Will laughed and supported himself on the floor. "You loved to hear about me fantasizing of killing me. You asked me about it so often. Me actually choking you is what turned you on the most, isn't it?"

Hannibal only replied with a smile on his face, his chest heaving and lowering steadily.