Will Graham found himself alone and deep in thought, the events of last night constantly coming back to him. The soft light from the window cast dancing shadows around the corners of the room, creating an atmosphere of introspection. He tried to focus on the TV, but his attention was completely on something else. Or rather, someone whose presence hovered in his mind like a storm.
He enjoyed last night, and that was what disturbed him even more. In his thoughts he saw him and Hannibal dancing on the edge of the abyss, but he couldn't decide if it was too rough a step or if it was right where he belonged. The truth was that Hannibal Lecter had become an essential piece in the complex puzzle of his life, he could not deny that. Will couldn't deny the magnetic attraction he felt for him too.
Will got up from the couch, his body moving almost of its own accord. He walked down the halls, stopping briefly to pet one of the dogs, until he reached his room. Before he knew it, he dialed a number on his phone and called.
"Hello, Will", Dr. Lecter's cold voice sounded on the phone, but this time it sounded different. If Will didn't know any better he'd say it was colder than usual, as if Hannibal was hurt. "I assume you called to cancel today's session."
"No," Will said dryly, not because he wanted to be rude, but because he had no idea what to say. "To be honest I don't really know why I called you."
"Maybe you need to talk to a friend."
Friend? Was that what they were? So they would just rip last night to shreds and go on ignoring what happened?
It sounded like a plan.
"Yeah, maybe." Will tried to feign disinterest, but inside he was nervous. "What time and where can I meet you?"
"At my house in three hours. Give me enough time to prepare a nice meal for us."
That night, as Hannibal prepared a feast, the atmosphere seemed to change. Hannibal served each dish with surgical precision as Will felt the tension in the air become almost palpable.
Hannibal sat elegantly and watched with satisfaction as Will began to enjoy his food, until he finally broke the silence.
"Are you thinking about what we did, Will?" He said, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.
Will looked away as he usually did. "I'm thinking of what we are, Hannibal. Of the strange connection we share."
Hannibal smiled serenely. "Don't worry about yesterday. We were just two souls, bound by a shared darkness, finding solace in the warmth of each other's company."
"Does that mean we're not anymore?" What if Will wanted to share Hannibal's warmth? What if he wanted that closeness again?
"Do you want us to be, Will?" The simple question was enough to make him panic.
Yes, he wanted to.
Suddenly, Will felt all his inhibitions drowning.
"What do you think, Dr. Lecter?" His voice took on an almost flirtatious tone.
Hannibal couldn't help but smile at the rhetorical question. "People often underestimate the power of a good meal to reveal deeper truths."
"And what is your deepest truth?" Will lifted his glass of blood-colored wine and took a sip, this time maintaining eye contact.
"I think you asked the wrong question," Hannibal's eyes were staring at Will's lips.
"And what is the right question?"
"Is it possible to get so lost in someone that you forget who you are?" He licked his lips and took a sip of wine from his own glass, smiling briefly when he saw a perplexed Will before him. "In case you're wondering, the answer is yes."
Will swallowed hard. "Has it occurred to you?"
"I'm afraid so. But you should already know that very well." As dinner drew to a close, Hannibal proposed a toast, his eyes fixed on Will's. "To truth, Will. To the truths we have discovered and those that are yet to come."
Will raised his glass in response, feeling a mixture of desire and fascination. He set down the cutlery, satisfied, and watched as Hannibal stood up.
"Would you be so kind as to accompany me?" He held out his hand and Will didn't think twice before taking it.
Hannibal, reading Will like a book, guided him to his room and sat down on the bed.
"You can start, Will."
Will's mind was clouded with nervousness and lust. "Start what?"
"Do what you want so much," Hannibal said. "Just this once, let your most primal impulses dominate you."
The low lights created an intimate atmosphere and Will was swept away by the seductive atmosphere. He approached Hannibal and placed a hand on his shoulder, then gently moved his hand to his cheek. It wasn't the first time he had touched Hannibal so intimately, but this time it was different. He wasn't desperate or impulsive. It felt right.
Hannibal seems to notice this too, because he grips Will's wrist tightly and moves his other hand to the back of his neck, pulling him towards him. Their mouths collided in a rough kiss filled with repressed desire. The kiss was intense and sloppy, neither of them able to control their growing desire for each other.
Hannibal's back hit the mattress as Will pushed him. He straddled him and began working on the buttons on Hannibal's shirt with nimble fingers. When his shirt and his own shirt were off, Hannibal guided Will's hands to the front of his pants, where the growing bulge showed how turned on he was.
The moment Will started to undo his fly, he knew they were going to go all the way this time.
"Hannibal, you have to know that I never…" he began, but his voice trailed off.
"Never fucked a man. I know." The words came out of Hannibal's mouth as if they were an unknown language, sending an electric current down Will's spine. Hannibal was always so cultured and polite that it seemed surreal. Will could only nod, perplexed.
"I already did. And that's what I intend to do to you", his voice was like a purr that left Will increasingly mesmerized. "Get up, Will."
Will obeyed and stood up, only to be pushed back against the mattress. He groaned as Hannibal's weight fell on him, their bodies making a lovely friction.
"Shh," Hannibal silenced him with a passionate kiss and did him the favor of taking off his own pants in the process. However, when it came time to take off Will's pants, he did it so slowly and delicately that it hurt, as if he was saying a silent prayer in adoration of his body. Will had never felt so cared for.
He removed Will's underwear and planted kisses from his neck to his groin, ending his trail of kisses with his cock buried in his mouth. He licked and sucked like it was an exquisite meal, and as Will squirmed, he gathered some saliva onto a finger and pushed it against Will's hole. Will screamed at the sudden intrusion, but Hannibal didn't stop his work. He inserted another finger while Will frantically fucked his mouth. The more he pushed into Hannibal's mouth, the more his fingers sank into his hole.
Hannibal let Will's cock slip from his mouth and took off his own underwear, spreading Will's legs and positioning himself between them as his hand flew to cover Will's mouth. He began to thrust slowly, almost tenderly, and Will closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to scream, moan, but Hannibal's hand was pressing his mouth tightly.
When he was finally buried in Will's hole, Hannibal hugged him, to which Will responded eagerly by wrapping his arms around him. When he began to thrust harder, maintaining a pace, Will's nails dug into his back, scratching until he drew blood, which made Hannibal moan. His moans were low and deep, possibly the sexiest thing Will had ever heard, and they sounded like the most beautiful symphony.
The two moved together, limbs tangled and chests touching, and Will felt so good when Hannibal hit that sweet spot inside him. His back arched and Hannibal removed his hand from his mouth only to hear him scream in ecstasy and pleasure, which encouraged him to thrust harder.
The truth was, Hannibal was curious. He was curious if Will could come untouched. He continued moving at a fast pace, repeating Will's name like a prayer.
"Come to me, Will. Do it for me," he growled, nibbling on his earlobe.
Will whimpered as Hannibal became increasingly rough, and tears began to flow from his eyes, which Hannibal licked away with pleasure.
"Hannibal, I don't…" he groaned as his body froze for a few milliseconds and then began to shake, his eyes rolling back like Hannibal had seen so many times during his convulsions. Hannibal, with that thought in mind, came soon after with a low groan.
He pulled out of Will and rolled onto his side of the bed.
"It seems like we discovered a lot of truths today."
"Shut up," Will muttered, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.
"Make me," Hannibal smiled playfully.