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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV), Hannibal_Lecter_Series_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter, Will_Graham_&_Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter, Alana_Bloom, Jack_Crawford
  Additional Tags:
      Hannibal_AU, Kid_Hannibal, Hannibal_is_a_creepy_kid, But_we_still_love
      him, Possessive_Behavior, will_graham/hannibal_lecter_-_Freeform, Dubious
      Consent, Dark_Hannibal, Underage_Kissing, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Just_a
      little_bit_of_"orphan"_Au, Will_is_dark_too, Dont_fool_your_self
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Fall
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-07 Completed: 2016-03-27 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 17544
****** Stowaway ******
by B_Rain
Summary
     Will Graham is a FBI consulting, and in one of his cases he finds a
     dark e souless child who tries to seduce and devour him whole.
     How far one can bend his morality when murder and gore scenes are
     background inside of his mind?
***** Chapter 1 *****
There was a artic wind blowing that night. It was one of those cold dry nights
at Wolf Trip Virginia, that tried to compete with the steamy sweats of Will
Graham. 
 
The man woke suddenly , blue eyes absorbing too quickly the unexpected scene
outside his hovel.  Apparently his body had already been awake for some time
without his permition. Panting , Will dealt with each of his senses coming into
his consciousness in a makeshift attempt to mental clarity.  Will's white shirt
plastered  on his sweaty chest, the cold nose of Wiston - always Wiston - on
his calf already numb from the cold, the sound of the outdoor nature around
them , and finally , the incensante phone's noise , lost somewhere inside his
home.
 
On a automatic state he turned around , ambulating with wobbly legs to the
inside of his room. Too Irritating  to ignore , he tried not to note how shaky
his hands were when he grab the device , presssing it against his ear. Behind
him , the hollow sound of pawns against the ground sounded strangely soothing
 in side of his mind .
 
"Yes ."
 
"Will, I need you over here . " Jack 's voice was on the other side without the
echo that would indicate a closed place.
 
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to let his voice sound as normal as possible
, Will pressed his palm against his left eye, trying to relieve a sudden
headache.
 
"What happened, Jack ?"
 
"Something that will keep you awake ." Jack paused, and before expecting any
response continued on a brief tone before hanging up "You better hurry , even
at this time of night you need an hour to Baltimore."
 
With a weary sigh , Will Graham held the phone display on front of his face as
he confirmed what exactly was " this time of the night " . Three -twenty in the
morning seemed as good a time as any to a crime scene analysis in the
dictionary of Jack Crawford .
 
Intending to afford at least a quick bath , Will threw the phone on the bed ,
listening to the noise that signaled the arrival of a message with the address
of the crime scene.
And then, fifteen minutes later, after filling the bowls of the dogs with food
and water , Will found himself inside of his car with the windows closed and
some layers of clothing more, feeling much less awake and stable than he would
prefer for something that he was about to do.
 
 
-----------------------
 
 
By some miracle and divine strength Will was able to get to Baltimore without
causing an accident . The expert team was already present along with the local
police : blue and red lights dancing in the night , on the imposing walls of an
upscale neighborhood in Baltimore. The street was basically desert , except for
a few members of the neighborhood : silent people in fancy robes , standing in
front of the door of their homes and whispering among themselves. With a shiver
, Will thought he was way too accustomed to murders to be intimidated with a
scenario like that. To feel people dealing with the reality that rich or poor,
no one was safe from brutally dying inside their own home.
 
Trying to get rid of any thoughts and wanting to get the job over with , Will
leaned under the yellow line into the house : A two-story small mansion with
dark bricks and a massive oak door , which lay open at the time . Inside, Jack
Crawford emerged to meet him half way.
 
"Finally." And then turning into the house "Clear the scene!"
 
" Good night you too." Will muttered , following Jack into a sumptuous living
room as he removed the glasses from his pocket and fitted over his own nose .
Being careful not to step on porcelain shards scattered on the ground , Will
raised his hand when an officer handed him a file folder , disappearing right
afte. He was left alone surrounded by Jack and gore.
 
Just before him lay two bodies. A man and a woman placed side by side over a
pool of blood. The man, Mr Marlow as the folder says, was dressed in striped
pajamas, as the lady with a robe untied at the waist , revealing a sleep gown
of the same color . What should be green moss , now resembled black from the
amount of blood soaked into the fabric. A cutting across both necks was visible
even from the distance Will was. Inaccurate , clearly done by someone who
didn't have anatomical knowledge, which was offset by the effort : The couple
in front of him laid almost decapitated.
 
"No sign of forced entry or robbery." Jack's voice interrupted, the head of the
BAU watching him closely. "The adopted son was asleep upstairs and was spared ,
he awoke to the alarm and went down , finding the scene like this. He did't see
the killer who fled before the police got here."
 
"I 'm going to need space. " Will said, eyes down, closing the folder in his
hand and returning it to Jack .
 
"Of course. " He muttered , and Will closed his eyes without turning to check
if he was alone.
 
Following the beating of his own heart , the pendulum moved in his mind ,
clearing the scene around him , causing the blood on the ground to go back into
the cold bodies , which were heated to rise from the ground and leave backwards
up stairs.
 
"I watched for a while, and was surprised to find the door open at that time.
It saved time. " Will lifts his head, diffuse eyes watching the empty hall and
stairs before him. He raise his left hand , the porcelain vase containing
orquideas is knocked to the ground , causing a noise that sound over the house.
porcelain pieces are scattered on the floor like a broken wave. "predictable,
Mr. Marlow is the first to appear to see what happened, and his immediate
reaction after recognize me is to move against me without contain his anger.
The emottion is replaced by surprise when my knife goes easily through his
throat. He didn't think I was capable of something like this."
 
"Mrs Marlow appears even before the body of her husband fall to the ground ,
and my shoes slide on the floor dirty with blood when I have to jump over it
until the woman who is static in shock . As easy as breathing I repeat the
process with her, holding her in my arms as drag her body to the bottom of the
stairs to place her beside her husband . I kneel before them and watch as life
vanish completely, knowing that I am kinder than both. I gave them what they
took from me. They could be together forever ... 
 
"A third presence is noticeable . Surprised , I see that at the top of the
stairs there is a child."
 
"This was not planned. I get up feeling the pulsing adrenaline in my veins ,
and I am faced with eyes as red as the blood in my hand. My breathing becomes
inefficient and I grab the knife tightly in my fist. A child should not look at
me like that, his immobility different from shock that Mrs Marlow felt. He has
to die but he doens't seem to fear me . When I step forward the child moves
soft and calm like shadow. An skinny arm stands for the device with numbers
beside him and ...
 
The alarm sounding starts rudely Will from his waking dream , making him flinch
and grind his teeth, feeling numb by the quick change of mental state.
 
"Somebody turn that damn thing off ." Jack's voice stands in the neighboring
room , and a brief commotion forms as the alarm fulfills its function to wake
up half the neighborhood that already wasn't on the outside .
 
"Jack . " Will whispered , flexing his fingers , feeling for the second time in
one night too unstable to be sober.
 
"What did you see?" Jack says besides him, while the alarm sound is controlled
, and the absence of noise that follows becomes extremely sharp.
 
"The killer knew the house, and the victims. He wanted revenge about something
he lost. That they took from him. I would say someone he lost. Did they have a
daughter?" he pauses, but dont wait for a answer "And the boy. He sounded the
alarm. The door was open , so the killer went unnoticed . He used..." Will
looked at the traces of porcelain vase on the ground. "He drew Mr. and Mrs.
Marlow, and the little boy came later."
 
"You're saying...
 
"Yes, the child saw the killer and sounded the alarm." Withdrawing a aspirin
bottle from his pocket Will put two in hand and gulped it dry . Despite knowing
the process of therapy that the boy would be submitted now , the killer panic
to see him was still too present in his system. It was oddly strange.
 
"Are you sure, Will? The testimony says oth ..."
 
"What is the age and name?" Will interrupted , eyes fixed on some point of
Jack's tie.
 
"13 years old." Jack muttered impatiently , opening the folder in his hands and
searching the record "and the boy's name is Hannibal Lecter."
 
Will pause for a moment, then turns his back preparing to leave.
 
"You should go see him. If he is ok." He muttered , feeling subtly exhausted.
"He must have something else for you."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I have no beta, so please dont be to rough on my mistakes.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Will Graham had just store his belongings inside his bag when he heard
footsteps behind him , indicating company. 
 
"Hello Jack" He muttered , snapping the bag strap over one shoulder and turning
to the agent. Since the night before he had no news about the case, and after
two miserable insufficient hours  of sleep , WIll had  to rise if he did not
intended to be late for his class. He was not hopeful enough to think that Jack
would not seek him again , but it was a little naive to believe that would take
a little while for it. 
" You were right about the couple . They had a daughter, Isabella Marlow, 18
years old who died six years ago . They were returning from a trip and the car
lost control on the snow, causing an accident. Isabella died on the road . We
made a list of ex-boyfriends and a guy of New Jersey was her last . he is
coming for interrogation . it's possible he blame the girl's parents for his
death . " 
 
Will was not surprised. Human beings often feel the need to allocate guilt
from disaster, misadventures and things we have no control over . But there was
something that had not yet been clarified. Deciding that the agent would not
just go away , Will resigned himself to indulge him . 
 
"The case seems to be going well , Jack. So why are you here? "  
"  Lecter is here , I need you to take a look on him . " Jack said , waiting
for Will to join him . Oh , then there was . The real reason under the so short
period of time about Jack visits. Together they began to walk down the cold
hall, empty at the moment .  
"So the Boy is a suspect now? " Will said feeling a little bitter. Hours ago
the boy was certainly being treated as a victim in potential trauma. Will noted
that, the idea that the child might be being interrogated because of his own
observation at the scene sitted a little uncomfortable on his stomach. Hannibal
Lecter was just a boy after all.  
"There was not even a single DNA fiber from the boy in the crime scene". 
"Which is odd considering that he lived in the house." Will said the obvious
"And that does not answer my question." 
Moving forward, Jack opened the interrogation room's adjacent door so WIll
could enter first, the subtle indication the he didnt really have a choice but
to follow the man.' 
"Putting a child who witnessed a crime in an interrogation room looks desperate
even for you Jack ." WIll noted sharply , watching the silhouette of the kid in
the other room. 
 
 
" Alana is just showing him some pictures ." Jack did not even bother to sound
defensive . It was clear that notions of morality could be set aside for the
greater good . With serrated teeth , Will looked forward, watching the scene
due between Alana and Lecter . 
 
Even sitting , it was obvious that the boy was higher than what would be normal
for his age. Being adopted was striking in his appearance, since he did not
have anything similar to Mr and Mrs Marlow . His dark blonde hair, lay combed
neatly to the side, the strands on his neck brushing gently against the collar
of his well- pressed shirt . in profile, Will could see really sharp cheekbones
in an angular face, devoid of baby fat that most children had this old. Will
frowned as he watched the way he cringed a little his shoulders and hunched
into himself , displaying vulnerability . That seemed to work extremely well
taking into account the way that Alana put her arms on the table, her hands
almost touching the pale fingers of the boy, who was now holding a photo. 
 
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I do not recognize those , Miss Bloom . " The boy
said suddenly , returning the picture to the others on the table, arranging it
neatly in a line.  His voice was low and well educated, and , to Will's
surprise, loaded with an accent that he would judge to be European. 
 
"Are you sure?" Alana was saying , softly .  
"Quite sure . " The boy answered, crossing his hands in front of him self, and
by so, moving them away slightly from Alana's hand .  
" Thank you very much , Hannibal . " Alana said, gathering the photos and
putting  them in a small pile in front of her. " You think you would be able to
describe .... 
"What do you think?" Jack's voice brought back  Will's attention - which until
then was still on the slender figure of the boy . 
 
"Of what Exactly ? " Will was not intending to take the bait.  
 
" Well , he is very smart for his age . " Jack said "When we reported to
him that evidence indicated that he might have witnessed part of the scene , he
said only that "itwastoodarkforan accurate view ." Alana said that shock and
trauma can cause mental black outs . As a form of protection where the brain
deletes images that can damage the psyche . " He paused  " He does not look
traumatized to me. Does he look for you?" " 
 
 
"What is he doing here , Jack ? " Will he finally asked , tired of beating
around the bush , preferring instead to go right to the point that he could
feel hovering around him . " Should he not be with any social worker ,
preparing for any other foster home ? " 
"That is where it gets interesting . He has a relative. " Jack said to Will's
surprise , who raised a single eyebrow in the form of inquisition . 
" How so ? " 
" An aunt . Apparently he came with his family from Lithuania , three years ago
. The American dream lasted two months when the mansion where he lived was
burglarized , his father tried to fight back and it turned out bad. he lost his
parents in a brutal murder . Life's irony " 
Will blinked , turning his attention to the glass, to the boy who apparently
had taken Alana's pencil in hand and now was drawning on a piece of paper under
the watchful eye of the woman. The way he moved his hand was pretty slick, as
if he was sure of what he was doing. It was a little hard to believe that this
same child had passed through all this in such a short time . It was a good
time to start to believe in curses. 
" His widow aunt, Lady Murasaki , is coming for him in a couple days. She found
out about him by case, on news " Jack said. And again , silence reigned between
them , both watching the boy pausing what he was doing and slide the paper back
to Alana , that muttered something sounding very impressed . 
 
" A kid can not go through all this and continue normal"  Jack broke the
silence again.  
"Are you diagnosing him ? " Will's voice sounded a little more sarcastic than
he intended, but he did not care enough to stop "Careful, Jack . We are used to
judge others by ourselves, and the complacently absolve of our defects , we
condemn them severely for not having our qualities . Maybe he's stronger than
you would be, faced with the same circumstance . " 
 "That's what I intend to find out. He needs a place to stay until his aunt ...
 
" Wait a minute... " 
" And I thought ..." 
" Jack , you're not thinking ... 
 " Is just a couple of days , Will. Where else do you want me to send him ? " 
 
" Do not throw that on me, Jack . You had planned  this from the beginning ! "
Will accused , eyes fixed on some point of Jack 's forehead. Suddenly the
agent's intention was very clear in his mind "You can not treat this boy as a
portable crime scene . You're asking the wrong person for a psychoanalysis .
You have Heimlish from Harvard and Alana from Gerogetown . You do not need me .
"  
" Will, this boy was with psychologists for nearly everyday day of the last two
years. He knows all the tricks . You have a different way ... " 
" No, Jack . Send him somewhere else. " Will held up a hand , trying to put an
end to the argument. Jack possessed a unique way to enforce its decisions , and
it was extremely exhausting trying to go against it. Like trying to move
against the current. Jack sighed , trying unsuccessfully to catch the eye of
the younger man . 
 
 
" Fine " he said "Only tonight then. I'll talk to Bella or put him on a hotel
..." 
 "For christ sake Jack ... " Will was done . If Jack's strategy was to fill his
fucking mind until he agreed, it was working too well. Will fixed his glasses
on his own nose , Avoiding to look anywhere near the older man's face . "He
better like dogs , and you better have a good place ready for him When the sun
comes up tomorrow . "  
"I will ," Jack said , souding way to pleased for WIll 's liking "follow me" .
 
Feeling the same free will that a trained hunting dog would have, Will waited
while Jack knocked the interrogation room door once, and steps were heard on
the other side . Seconds later, Alana came , followed closely by Hannibal . 
 
"Hannibal, this is Will Graham, the man I told you about. He will be hosting
you until your aunt arrive." Alana said, and even beneath her soft voice Will
was able to detect ther disapproval of the whole thing. 
 As anyone in full mental faculties, she was clearly against the idea of Jack
subjecting the boy to an "unfavorable environment" that would be Will's house.
Will tried to keep up with the annoying fact that Alana had already considered
he would accept even before the man knew it was an option. He could not be as
predictable like that. Hell, his home didn't even possessed more than one bed!
 
Feeling that was not causing a good impression on his first contact, Will
forced him self on looking up, from gray slaks and a dark red sweater, to tin
lips and those sharp cheekbones, and a really different shade of brown pair of
eyes. They met Will's and settled there with an intelligent curiosity. His head
rose almost in a imperceptible way, and one of his nostrils dilated as if he
were inhaling the air. Like a little beast. 
 
" It is a pleasure to meet you . Its very kind of you to have me. " The accent
sounded a bit more pronounced since Will was closer to listen to it.
Thankfully, the boy made no mention of lifting his hand for a hand shake.  
"Its okay" Will said . " I hope you like dogs ... " And then , feeling a little
akward he continued "Where's your luggage? " 
 
" I can drop them at your house later" Alana said before Hannibal could
answer.The boy's gaze remained on Will, and he just looked away when Alana was
placed literally in front on him and held the thin shoulders in what was
supposed to be an assuring grope. "You have my number , feel free to call me if
you need , okay? I'm sure Will will not mind to lend you the phone "  
Upon the contact, the boy instantly stiffened , and for a brief moment , so
brief that Will was not sure if imagined , he sees a reddish reflection cross
Hannibal's eyes causing them to look extremely cold: all the vulnerability
gone. But the next second, there was only the same polite and neutral
expression the boy had used all the time in the interrogation room. 
 
" Of course. I appreciate it. " He said , and stepped back, out of  Alana's
reach , and gave another step to the side, passing through her and stopping
next to Will in a safe distance. . Alana  straightened  up and her
cheeks were slightly flushed as she dealt with the small rejection . Jack
cleared his throat , reminding everyone of his imposing presence . 
 "Right . I hope you two get along ," he muttered , casting a meaningful look
to Will that in turn ignored it vehemently . "Call if you need anything"
 
Without answering , Will turned, expecting Hannibal to join him and together
they walked out of the building , into the parking lot . 
" Is not a big house , and I do have quite a feel dogs .. " Will began , subtly
feeling self-conscious about his own home "But you may use my bed and you will
not have to worry about the ... "  
"Mr Graham ... " The boy called , his accent curling around Will's name . "I am
not worried ."  
Without pausing in his footsteps, Will looked sideways at the boy , who walked
gracefully , hair emitting a pale reflection in the light of day.  
"Good" WIll whispered to himself.  
By his side , the boy's mouth made the almost imperceptible movement, as if for
the first time of the day he was not too annoyed by the turn of the events.  
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     I would like to thank everyone who take an effort to comment. You
     guys inspire me!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Will got out from his car , it was audible the sound of his dogs
scratching at the door for freedom . WIll glanced at Hannibal , who had
followed him out of the vehicle and now closed the door behind him , blank
expression as he surveyed the scene around him . The whole trip occurred in
silence , the quiet boy in his seat, brown eyes reflecting trees and sun and
green that was passed by in a blur . Will tried to break the silence once,
asking if he would like to hear something from the radio. Hannibal replied with
a polite " No, thank you ," and Will dropped the attempt of small talk . Which
was something he was not really found of from the beggining .
Will led the way in an attempt to control the dogs that surrounded him when he
oppened the house's front door. Tails wagging, they smelled and licked him,
before going to Hannibal . Wll whistled trying to get them off , but Hannibal
just offered his palm , letting the dogs sniff it before running to the trees
to relieve themselves . The boy looked up to Will who was watching him with
expectation .
"They are quite all right . " The boy said. Will nodded . ' quite all right '
was better then he could wish for .
In side the house, Hannibal's polished shoes was making a sound against the
floor while boy slowly began a journey through Will's room, hands folded on his
backs as to deprive him of touching things. As if it were prohibited.
"Its okay if you want to touch." Will said , and Hannibal raised his head to
the man , that analytical and slightly curious look again in his features. As
if Will was a curious picture he still did not understand the meaning . Will
turned back , dodging the boy's scrutinity as he left his bag on the chair next
to the door. While taking off his jacket , he could feel that Hannibal's gaze
was still on him , leaving him slightly uncomfortable. Without turning around ,
WIll went to the fridge .
There wasn't much . In fact, half of what was there was in the liquid state and
was not recommended for minors. The rest was past the expiration date by few
weeks. Will clenched his teeth , closing the fridge's door and turned to
Hannibal , who now was evaluating Will's books , slipping a slim finger over
the spine of an old " Art of War" . At this point , the dogs had returned from
short walk . Half of them was laying resting on the mat , waiting expectantly
for meals, and the other half was sniffing Hannibal suspiciously again. The boy
didn't seem to mind .
"What do you think if we ordered food ? Japanese , pizza, you can choose. "
Hannibal's hand paused in what he was doing, and moved his head to the side ,
without turning to look at Will. He waited a second too long before answering .
" I can eat what ever you eat . " he said simply. "Would you mind if I gave a
look at this ? " He was holding the extended version of The Miserables.
"Its a french version ."
" I know"
Quite impressed, Will just nodded then, not really knowing what else to say .
The boy chose one of the armchairs by the fireplace and began to read silently.
Taking cell phone from his pocket, and mentally thanking God for a distraction
, Will ordered the food with an extra portion , and then he went to light a
fire in an attempt to improve the environment .
While they waited, WIll used the time to feed the dogs, clean the mantelpiece ,
and throw away all the inappropriate content of his fridge . Hannibal offered
help at some point, which Will refused . It was a little uncomfortable doing
this with the feeling of being watched by the peculiar boy, but every time Will
lifted his gaze, he found Hannibal absorbed on his reading. Buster and Stacy
were lying comfortably at his foot, making it all a lovely sight.
It was about one o'clock when lunch arrived, and at the same time a BAU agent
parked with Hannibal's luggage . While the boy was busy adjusting two suitcases
in a corner next to the bed , Will unwrapped the food,wishing that the kid
really liked Japanese. But if the did it or not , Hannibal ate everything ,
sharing the kitchen counter with Will and once in a while feeding small pieces
to one of the dogs. It was not something Will encouraged, but the action seemed
so innocent that he did not found in himself the will to fix it . When Hannibal
quietly asked if "that was okay" Will just nodded . He cold live with spoiled
dogs.
They ate, and they got rid of the disposable containers. After brushing his
teeth Will considered to join Hannibal for a reading , since Jack had canceled
the rest of his classes. Surprisingly , the presence of the boy was easy enough
to become a good company , if not for the strange aurea that enveloped him , as
if he did not belong to that place . Will had taken a while to see that the
constant variation of emotions he usually couldnt help but absorb in social
contacts was not present in Hannibal, the boy curiously blank . It was ...
refreshing .
But instead of returning to the book, Hannibal sat on the piano bench , sliding
his fingers over the keys without moving them .
"Would you mind if I ... "
" Not at all ," Will said , and he closed the book he had choose for him self,
watching instead Hannibal pressing the first three keys. Will did not know what
was waiting for , probably some Frerré Jaques or some simple lullaby , but he
had to control himself not to open his mouth in amazement when one of the
Goldberg variations began to flow under the boy's skilled fingers. Hannibal
remained in a perfectly upright pose, lashes touching his cheekbones and making
little shadows everytime he closed his eyes to focus. For the second time that
day Hannibal managed to impress the hell out of WIll. Almost as if the boy was
showing off.
"When did you learn how to play ? " Will asked after a few seconds of silence ,
his coriosity winning the best of him. Hannibal changed his movements ,
changing the sound to something slower.
" I play the Harpsichord since I was four . " He said with his carefully
neutral tone , as if any emotion was off . "Perhaps you would like to join me ?
"
" I don't ... "
"Please , I insist " The boy paused , looking up at Will , catching him off
guard with forced eye contact. Brown eyes seemed liquid, and Will recognized
the same vulnerable look that had made Alana defend him like a lioness. The
explicit manipulation did not stop him however to get up and sit next to
Hannibal that moved to the side giving him space . Will moved his fingers
experimentally over the keyboard , well aware of his imperfection after the
boy's performance. But he did it anyway , starting Fur Elise. Then, a minute
later Hannibal joined him, his melodious notes completing Will's .
For a few minutes , the melody was the only sound present around then , except
for some grunt of one of the dogs , sensitized by the high notes .
"Do you used to play for Mrs. Marlow ? I knew she was a pianist when younger .
" Will broke the silence , his lack of concentration causing him to miss some
notes , which sounded very wary against Hannibal's .
"Not like this" the boy said. "With a husband who did not care and one daughter
rotting under grownd, to educate someone in her favourite hobby was something
she longed for . I rather told her I did not know how to play, so she could
spend her tedious time teaching me." Will paused abruptly, making his notes die
in the air. Fast and fearless as ever ,Hannibal proceeded, the kid's fingers
dancing gracefully over the keys. The older man looked up from the hands to the
boy's face, who remained impassive as if he just comment on the weather. That
had been an obvious and cold manipulation. Will didn't knew what to think of
it.
" Do you miss her ? " was she a good mother ? he wanted to ask instead .
Hannibal had not touched on the subject a single time, and slowly Will turned
his attention to the piano again, trying to get back into the boy's rhythm and
failing miserably .
Hannibal didn't answer .
"You don't seem curious to know how the case was closed . Who was the killer. "
Will kept going.
"So the case is closed." Hannibal said, with no real enthusiasm or surprise on
his voice. He wasn't using the careful mask of vulnerability or polliteness as
he always did . Instead , Will could feel the kid raw and real by his side .
"Yes . Jack called the daughter's ex-boyfriend . All way from New Jersey."
"It was not him." Hannibal said.
Will's fingers again failed in their notes and Hannibal , in a seamless
transition , modified the notes to a slower tune . Will recognised Moonligh
Sonata , which , unfortunately , he didn't know how to play .
"So who did it ? "
"The lover, of course. A man from Baltimore."
"And how would you know this? "
"There was a box in my room, that was hers . " Hannibal changed again , back to
another song . When WIll still could not play he changed again to Nocturno,
inviting the man back . Will joined him , struggling to remember the notes and
keep the focus at the same time. "With letters of love and pictures . When Mrs
Marlow found it , she burned it all."
The boy paused, before adding in a calm voice.
"She was very concerned that her beloved daughter was nothing but a cunt , Mr
Graham . "
This time , When will stopped in shock with Hannibal 's blunt words , so
unusual in his polite vocabulary, Hannibal did it too.
The room was suddenly so quiet.
"Doctor Bloom told me that the evidence revealed that I was present on the room
when Mr and Mrs Marlow died. But I do know that there was no evidence . "
crimson eyes meet Will's , and the boy's accent was a little more rough around
the edges when he spoke, in a whisper of smoke and poison . " I Knew it was you
the very moment we met today . I coud smell it on your skin."
"What did you smell? " Will heard him self asking, unable to look away from
that beautiful, beautiful face.
Hannibal leaned forward centimeters invading Will's personal space , and
without breaking eye contact he breathed softly, nostril dilating.
"Darkness".
Will felt his throat dry , and swallowed . Hanibal's atention moved to his
Adam's apple, following the movement, and the boy's red tongue slid over his
lower lip, like the flick of a candle.
Like a Snake tasting the air.
Will blinked, and moved back, breaking the moment and putting a little space
between himself and the boy, as if moving away from some spell . It was enough
for Hannibal also straighten up his posture, his expression again devoid of any
emotion.
 
" What was the lover 's name ?"
For a moment , Will thought hat Hannibal would not answer, for the way that the
boy leaned his head lightly to the the side , as if considering.
And then, slowly turning back to the piano, he murmured, as if it weighed
nothing.
" Abel Gideon. "
***
When night finally came , Will made sure that everyone was comfortable .
Hannibal wore a moss green pajamas , which altered the tone of his eyes to a
lighter brown. The boy was sitting on the bed , his back supported by two
pillows, legs crossed at the ankles, and the copy of Les Misérables back on his
hands. His bangs lay fallen on his forehead , wet from the bath, and gave him a
look of innocence that Will thought it was lacking every second more he passed
on Hannibal's company.
Buster was bold enough to risk sharing a bed with the boy , and Will was
surprised to see Hannibal looking up to the dog, hesitating for a moment , then
turning his attention back to the book.
Before bed, WIll had to go outside to check the balcony lighting, he noted that
leaves clogged the gutter. When he tried to use the handle of a broom to unstop
it, he was gifted with an ice water bath, making him groan by the shock.
Winston, who had accompanied him on the adventure had his dose of wetness too.
Cursing, Will returned into the house, taking off his shirt in the process as
he went up for his dresser. He used a towel to dry quickly and then lowered,
involving the same towel in Winston, who thanked him by shaking his fur and
splashing water on Will's nose.
"Great, thanks." He murmured, abandoning the task as he pulled a new towel to
dry his own face that smelled like dog. Winston went to lay on the carpet in
front of the fireplace, in a more efficient attempt to dry the rest of the
water that was not in the face of its owner. The other dogs surrounded him,
lolling tongues and tails wagging, excited with the small movement source.
Buster was the only one who keep quiet over the bed.
Will stood up, opening the top drawer to remove a new shirt. When he turned,
the shirt half way covering his chest, he came across the watchful eye of
Hannibal, who was scouting him in silence.
" Did I disturbed you? Im sorry" Will began, finishing to adjust his shirt on
his body.
"No." Hannibal said, and there was just some estrange glint on those eyes, that
slowly, really slowly moved to the wet spot on Will's tight before going back
to his book.
With a weird feeling, Will finaly lay down on the sofa, adjusting the covers
around him. The day had been wild, considering that there was a child - whose
note in a Hare scale would probably be quite high - sleeping in his bed. A
little earlier, just after Hannibal's confession, Will had called Jack telling
the news. The head of the BAU congratulated Will's good work, leaving the
detective slightly angry. Each step he took seemed to be premeditated, and he
wondered how anyone could stand living like this. During his call, Hannibal
watched Will with the same detached curiosity, as if all of that were nothing
more than a story he was observing to unroll. It was a very odd boy, indeed.
Will had no doubt that there was something not right with him, but,
surprisingly , he felt no urgency to do something about it .
Closing his eyes, Will left fatigue drown him like a cold sea, and then he fell
into a dreamless sleep.
 
***
Will woke with the strange feeling that too much time had passed . The tempting
smell of coffee held his senses, and when he moved to pick up his cell phone he
could not handle the muffled groan that scaped his mouth because of the pain in
his shoulder . Apparently his whole body ached due to the little space that he
had spent the night . He checked the phone display , and found out that he was
late exactly thirty-five minutes , his alarm clock apparently turned off by it
self at some point of the night.A little dazed by the sudden awakening, Will
staggered to the bathroom , washing his face and brushing his teeth in record
time , before grabbing a pair of wearable clothing and putting it in a hurry .
The bed where Hannibal slept was empty and completely tidy , and Will found the
boy in the kitchen.
The kid was in front of the stove, black slacks and a button up shirt with an
too big apron tied in his thin waist.
" Hannibal, you didn't have to ..."
" Good morning , Mr Graham ." Hannibal looked at Will , turning off the fire in
the trivet . "I wanted to. I used to cook quite often at Mrs . Marlow's
quitchen , When she would let me . Unfortunately, I could only find eggs on
youir fridge."
In fact , egg and coffee were probably the only things that Hannibal found that
did not seem to be able to poison both of them , and Will vowed mentally that
he would bring edible and healthy food when he returned.
"I'm sorry , Hannibal , but I can't wait." Will apologized, taking is bag from
where he had left it the day before and searching his pockets for the car keys.
He failed to see the disappointment that crossed Hannibal's eyes. 
"So let me at least fix you something for the trip."
Soon Hannibal selected a thermal cup and filled it with hot coffee, pushing it
in Will's hand without touch it. Will muttered "thanks" and tried to sip it
while founding his keys. Making a miscalculated move, he felt his eyes fill
with water when his mouth flooded with too hot liquid.
"Fuck," he muttered after swallowing, feeling on his tongue the burn traces
with coffee taste.
"Mr. Graham" Hannibal called when the man was already at the front door. Willl
turned back when he approached, the boy stopping one step away from the older
man.
"I apologize for the burn" he said, and before Will could refuse the apology,
Hannibal broke the distance between them. Standing on tiptoes, Hannibal grabbed
the front of Will's shirt and pulled towards him. In pure reflex Will tried to
move away, both hands occupied with a cup and his bag. Feeling the movement
Hannibal responded by raising his other hand and fixing on the nape of the
agent. Hannibal grabbed him, finally forcing his mouth against Will's.
The boy's lips was soft. And what could be a chast touch of lips changed
slightly when Will felt Hannibal 's mouth open and the wet slide of his tongue
against the sensitive skin of his lower lip, like he was just tasting .
Just a little.
And then , as suddenly as it came , the boy pulled away, eyes in a dark shade
of red fixing the blue set, that looked back stunned.
" I just kissed it better ," he said , and then, as natural as day light,
closed the door on Will's face.
Chapter End Notes
     Well, for the ones who was looking foward to a creppy Hannibal, i
     have to say things will only get worse.
     Ill try to put some warning notes before the chapters, so if there is
     something triggering for you, please tell me and I will warn about
     it.
     Coments and kudos makes everything better!
     :D
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Im very sorry I took a little to long for update. But It was a very
     busy week.
     Thank you all that are still with me.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Will had no idea how he managed to get at the BAU . Somehow he was so immersed
on his own thoughts that for a moment he thought he had lost time. In a second
he was staring at the door of his own house, and next , staring at the wheel in
the parking lot of work workplace , feeling numbed . 
 Remembering that he was already late for a good one hour , he grabbed the bag
on his ride seat and got out of the car , still inert in thought. Hannibal's
attitude was far from being considered normal. Considering all that the boy
told him the night before, the wisest course would be to call Jack and Alana to
a meeting and clarify for once the facts. The boy would be subjected to a
period of therapy, healthfully diagnosed , and maybe hospitalized . It would be
correct. It would be morally ideal . It would the be best for Hannibal, and
would be... unacceptable. 
 
Will had no idea what led him to bond so fast with the child. He was clever ,
indeed. Probably the most intriguing person that Will had met this year , and
Hannibal was in only in his second decade of life. Barely. Will could not
imagine what the future would make of the boy.Amonster , a voice in side his
head whispered. But the boy had very beautiful features to be considered a
beast. Moreover , he said to himself , some children were naturally good at
manipulation. That didn't mean they would become a pshyco. But They dont smell
darkness or try to lick inside your mouth . Will shuddered. He could maintain
control while impose his authority over the boy. Tell the truth about what he
thought to Jack would place a big part of Hannibal's life in an institution .
Andsomeanimals should not be caged , the voice said again. 
 
"Shut up" Will said aloud .  
" What did you say ? "  
Will stopped . He hand't noticed Jack behind him. Gritting his teeth, he
continued walking towards his classroom . 
 " I'm late Jack " 
 "I will not take your time , we are going the same way."  
Will said nothing , wondering that if he suddenly started to run, it would be
seen as a childish action.  
 " I just wanted to inform you that I have a officer waiting for your
permission to go get Hannibal . I imagine that the boy is already aware and
ready to ... " 
"Don't " Will said, and Jack stopped the talking, looking at him. " Hannibal
doesn't know. And ... he can stay until his aunt appear ... " 
To his credit, Jack seemed genuinely surprised. And Will felt a perverse
satisfaction that he for once did something the older man didn't countted. 
"Are you sure?" 
"Yes . " 
 
 " Well ... what do you think of him? Does that mean you like him?"  
It was the second time that Jack asked this, and Will adjusted the glasses on
his nose , sighing .  
"That means nothing Jack, He's a normal child. " He lied " I 'm not a
psychiatrist to say something about his mind. You should ask Alana for her
professional opinion"  
" We both know that you are the best person for it , Will "  
Will moved his shoulder , feeling subtly uncomfortable. Fortunately , his
journey ended and he was at his classroom's door . But before he entered, Jack
grabbed his forearm , making him turn around to face him .  
" Will, The Musician escaped . " Will stopped , forcing his eyes to meet with
Jack .  
" When? " 
 
" This morning . Two of the witnesses that put him in prison are dead, and we
don't need you to know that what he wants is revenge. Be careful ." 
" You think he is coming after me " It was not a question . 
"Maybe . The bodys he left behind says he is getting away from Baltimore and
more to the south, but you were the main reason of his prision . If you need
some extra eyes ... 
" I'll let you know . " Will said , moving his arms away from Jacks grip . 
" Alright, I'll call to check on you later ," Jack said. " And the boy was
right . Gideon confessed the murders of the Marlows . "Jack said, giving a pat
on Will's back before walking away , leaving him alone with weird feeling that
Jack would come back and throw him snacks, like a good dog the man think he is
. 
 
*** 
When Will came home that afternoon, bringing on his hands three shopping bags
with edible things , Winston was waiting on the porch. 
" Hey boy" he said , frowning , feeling the absence ofthe other dogs in an
almost alarmingly way. Winston followed him into the house , and he found the
room empty. 
" Hannibal" Will called , with no answer . He left the bags on the balcon and
was about to reach his taurus hidden under the table, when he heard a yelp
followed by a bark, coming from the bathroom . WIll forced entry and the door
opened easily . 
"What ... " 
Hannibal looked up from where he was squatting on the floor in front of the tub
. With the sleeve of his shirt rolled up to the elbow and forearm full of foam,
Hannibal held Buster , a task that seemed almost impossible when the dog
spotted Will. Five clean and wet noses were suddenly on his leg, happy with his
presence and begging for freedon. 
"Hello , Mr Graham . I had hope that I could clean them before you come back
." 
"What happened to make them dirty? " Will asked , making room for the dogs to
pass through the door , shaking and running toward the exit. Buster tried to
follow his companions, but Hannibal held it firmly and put it on a towel ,
rubbing it gently over the animal's tiny body. 
" I beg you pardon ? " Hannibal said , without raising his eyes  from his task
. 
Will paused , confused . Then he understood the boy's attitude. Nothing
happened to the dogs . But probably the definition of ' dirty ' was very
different for both. 
"I will start lunch ... " Will said , not knowing exactly how to feel about it
. Hannibal was adjusting too easy to Will's routine . And somehow this was far
from comforting. 
"Yes , of course , I'll be right there" The boy's voice sounded muffled in his
accent when he closed the bathroom door behind himl. 
Back to the kitchen , Will unpacked the bags in the company of his dogs . He
knew that for breakfast Hannibal  didn't ate any nutritious meal , then Will's
code of honor forced him to do something decent for the boy. Deciding not to
risk with seafood he preferred chicken. He could always catch something (like a
fish) later, after making sure on Hannibal's preferences. Will  even come to
the point of purchase donnuts ,  that now he was hiding in the cupboard,
feeling quite stupid . Hannibal was not a normal child, who would be impressed
with sugar. 
Will was halfway of his cooking when Hannibal came , wet hair and a gentle
smell of perfume, recently bathed . 
" May I help you ?" 
"If You could just put the plates" Will asked and the boy moved to do what was
told. The dogs shunned, looking a little too conscious about where the boy was.
Will bit his lower lip trying not to laugh at the scene. Hannibal seemed
completely unaware about it. 
 When finished, the boy began to chop onions, and quickly, the two completed
the simple meal. Will noted that the boy preferred to remain silent on these
occasions, but instead of immersing them into something uncomfortable, they
cohabited the kitchen with some harmony, crossing each other to get some tools
without necessarily abut. Will was almost disregarding the kiss that occurred
in the morning, believing more and more that had been the result of a poor
social life. The boy didn't know the right way to relate to some impartial
figure, and if Will keep a safe distance, they would be ok. 
 Also, from what Jack said, Hannibal would  probably go away in two or three
days anyway.  
After lunch , Hannibal took up again to the bathroom and Will took the  dogs
out, placing what was left of the meal in a bowl and sharing between them.
Tails wagging, the dogs were delighted , and Will remained watching with
satisfaction . He was considering asking if Hannibal was into fishing , when he
heard a blow in one of the windows . Winston immediately began to growl ,
followed by three other dogs. Will hushed them and went to check, picturing the
birds that smashed against his windows glasses all the fucking time.
But when was in the middle of the room , the door closed behind him with a bang
locking the dogs outisde , and something burned in his neck . 
"What the f ... " 
He raised his hand  in reflex to his own nape, and brought it back with a small
dart on his palm , the needle at the tip dirty with his own blood . His heart
skipped a beat , and he turned on his heels , facing The Musician that was
standing right in front of him. 
" Helllo , Mr. Graham " Tobias  Budge greeted, gun in hand , a cold smile
framed on his dark features .   
Will didn't thought . He threw himself behind the couch while Tobias fired
again , the dart  missing somewhere in the wall behind him. The sound of the
dogs barking outside jutted into the environment , claws scratching the door in
an attempt to enter . But Tobias didn't seem to mind . 
" Oh , let's not do this ," the man said , and Will heard him aproach the
couch. 
Will tried to reach the cellphone inside the pocket of his pants, but his limbs
seemed too heavy , and his vision was starting to get dark at the edges. The
air he breathed did not seem enough to his lungs , which asked for more , and
more ...
One foot on his back made him to collapse on the floor, gasping, belly down .
Tobias was upon him , his shadow long against the wall.  
 
"There is no use , Graham " The pressure on his back disappeared , but before
Will could make any move , Tobias  lowered to his side.  Next second , the
phone was snatched from his hand, and Will heard the noise that it made when
the man sent it   sliding across the floor , away from his reach .  
Long fingers grabbed Will's hair and forced him to lift his head .  
" You know what you made me lose? They took me to a hospital , and filled me
with drugs. What you are feeling now was what I felt on a good day . But I am
feeling very generous today " 
 
He dropped Will's head , and stood up , using his foot to turn the man face up
. Will blinked in the bright light that come from the window . He was trying to
organize his own thoughts , as if he had something very important that he
should consider, but the barking outside , Tobias' voice buzzing in his ear ,
and now the foot on his chest with a pressure enough to disrupt his breathing.
It all was becoming too much for his senses.  
" I used a soft combination of Benzodiazepines ... " Budge was saing , putting
another dart down the barrel of his gun . "You will not be completely in
control of our body , but  responsive enough for what I want to do with you. I
intend you to feel everything , Graham. But the efect will not last, so you
understand that I have to act fast.  " 
"You enjoy ... the sound... of your voice... way too much..." Will managed to
gasp, rising his hands to claw at the man's feet useless, trying to move it
away from his chest.  
That only made Tobias increase the pressure , and Will gasped in pain . Will
tried to cram his chest in an attempt to take off the foot of his chest and
gain some advantage , but it only managed to make the man move his leg in a
cruel way. Budge's shoe was pressing now painfully against Will's trachea. 
 
" Be quiet , yes ? This will only take a minute" 
 
Will couldn't breathe , couldn't breathe ... 

Still feeling his limbs too heavy Will bucked up again, and used both hands to
push against the joint behind Tobias knee . The man's leg gave way, and Will
rolled to the side , making another attempt toward the fireplace .  
The kick on Will's ribs made him cry out in pain, and he turned aside in a
defensive position. Budge kicked again, the tip of the shoe in an accurate
targeting on his solar plexus. Will's scream got stuck on his troath, and while
he was fighting with his own lungs, Budge walked away. Leaving the tranquilizer
on the mantelpiece, Tobias let his fingers slide by the keys from Will's piano,
creating a soft melody. 
"You never bothered to tune it ..." he said with some regret, sighing. Then the
melody suddenly stopped, and from inside his coat Tobias took a pliers. Will
closed his eyes, trying to gain focus. He knew what Tobias was doing. Cutting
the strings from Will's piano to use it as a murder weapon. This was his
design.  
Will remembered the way the victims were found, transformed into human violins,
or fingers replacing piano keys, strings entering as a hook beneath the nails.
He could still hear the melody that the cadavers would make when the forensic
team started to remove their body from the macabre pose. However, despite
always being a different art, the cause of death was always choke. The Musician
always had preference for piano strings. 
The dogs were still barking , and the feeling that there was still something
very important that WIll should remember was lefting him stunned. Able to
breathe a little better he felt a twinge of pain on his ribs when he tried to
move , his body weighing tons . There was nothing around him that could be used
as a weapon. At his side , only the high table with the lamp and some dog
figurines . It would have to do. Lifting his leg , Will gave his best, kicking
hard at one of the table's wood leg. This made it collapse , the lamp falling
over Will's tigh without breaking , rolled away , out of reach. But he was just
too slow to grab it. 
"Fuck " he said under his breath , hearing Tobias steps aproaching again. 
" It will be better if you don't force me to cut off your legs , Mr Graham . It
is not consistent with what I have prepared for you " 
 
Tobias grabbed the collar of Will's jacket with one hand and dragged his body
across the room , away from the table and leaving him on the carpet in front of
the fireplace. His vision was overshadowed when Tobias sat on his stomach ,
slowly winding one of the piano's string ends in a hand . Close like this Will
could see , in a blur , the ear ruined by a bullet that Will had left the last
time they met . 
 " You must be wondering how I fooled Jack " Budge started again " An easy task
... I Knew he 'd be worried about you, so I made my way away , killing people
who participated in the julgamente . But they were not what I wanted. They
don't deserve to be transformed into instruments ... you are the guilty one.
And you could have been my friend ... " 
 
"Would... you cut ...the shit? " 
Will gasped, tongue heavy in his mouth.
"Hush" Tobias  said "let's not ruin this" 
And Then , when Tobias started to raise up to manhandle Will , the man reacted
. In Will's right hand there was one of the dog statuate , and he hit it with
all the strength he could muster against Tobias damaged ear. 
 
The man yelped, falling to the side destabilized when Will again bucked his
hip. Wasting no time, Will boosted own body turning. Partly upon the man, Will
took aim for the throat, but Tobias punched his kidney, making Will grunt and
instead sink his teeth around the man's cheek. Budge punched again, but Will
locked his jaw hard, and Tobias scream filled his ear as WIll forced his teeth
to meet, tearing the flesh in his bite and separating it from the skin by
moving his head back. 
 Will fell back, resting his head on the floor and spitting out the human
piece. The taste of blood invaded his mouth, and Tobias stood again beside him.
Will could feel his vision improved with the injection of adrenaline, but  his
body now refuse to move, his chest and belly hurting like hell for all of the
beating. His breathing was ragged. He prepared again for Tobias attack, tensing
his own body - but it never came.  
Forcing himself to look up, Budge was staring at some point toward the kitchen,
panting and face covered in blood. Too numb to feel confused, Will followed his
gaze. 
 
Hannibal was standing next to the counter, near the flatware. The kitchen
window was covered by the curtain, so the boy's lean silhouette was entirely
covered in shadows, hands relaxed on his side, and completely and absolutely
still, like a statue. Where WIll was, he saw only the crimson eyes glowing on
the pale face, making Hannibal look like some lost soul. 
 Tobias seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he took a moment to
compose himself, and rise with a hand over his face to stanch the bleeding.  
"No ... don't ..." Will began, turning belly down again with a flip and trying
to grab Tobias pants, who didn't seem to see him as a threat anymore. The man
simply walked out of his reach in slow steps toward Hannibal. WIll didn't know
how long the kid had been standing there. Obviously the boy's pressence was the
situation of importance that his brain was trying to remember, but the reason
why Hannibal didn't run was still incomprehensible. 
 
 " Hello kid, you should have joining us earlier . But it is never too late for
party." Tobias teased, and although his tone had change to a sweeter one ,
designed to ensure, the coldness and the true intention exuded in waves to
where Will was.  
" Han ...  
WIll started , And then , suddenly , the boy's eyes were on him. They were
still shining with hunger, the boy's face gone completely impassive , but
instead of neutrality about his feelings which he generally supported , Will
could feel the excitement running around Hannibal . Will tried to move again,
feeling completely helpless and hating himself for it. Hannibal would face for
the third fucking time his guardian beeing killed , if Tobias didn't intend to
kill the boy first .  
As if reading his thoughts , Tobias tried to take his chance while Hannibal's
focus was in Will. He advanced .  
"No... 
Will's voice died. Then time stopped. 
For the thousandth time that day , Will felt his breath catch in his lungs .
His heart skipped another beat. And again , Tobias shared WIll 's surprise . 
Wide eyed , The Musician looked down to where Hannibal held a knife sunk to the
hilt in his belly.
It was a fucking cleaver. 
Will almost could see the tip out of the man's back.
The boy had acted so fast that Will never saw the movement. Slowly Hannibal
released the cable , and Tobias drooled blood , leaning on the counter with his
left hand . He was wise enough to know that to take the knife from his belly
would be suicide, and went through Will's head to instruct Hannibal to do
exactly that.  
But it wasn't necessary.  
Tobias tried to react , raising the string of piano in his hands , but oh so
slow for the pain . Reaching the flatware , Hannibal evenly
withdrew the vegetable knife and then fit it between Tobia's ribs, as if he
cutting a cake. 
 
" Wh ... " Tobias started , but only more blood came out of his mouth ,
dirtying his clothes. The rope fell from his left hand , remaining suspended
for being wrapped in his right wrist. In a last atempt of figthing back, the
man's fingers gripped the front of Hannibal shirt. But on quick succession ,
Hannibal added two more knifes in Budge 's body , with an incredible skill for
someone so young. One of them went right trough the man's heart , blood
spurting in a straight line over the boy's face, eye to chin .  
It was all it took, then Tobias could not hold him self up anymore. 
Tobias body barely touched the ground When Hannibal steped over it.  
WIll let his head rest against the ground, his breath coming fast and shallow .
His body ached horrors in places and was just numb in others. But inside his
head was going a thunderstorm. Hannibal , his blank space of thoughts, now did
not seem able to control himself, and Will was still dealing with the flash
flood of emotions when the boy knelt beside him. 
" Will " the boys accent curled around the word and it sounded like a prayer. 
Will forced his eyes to find Hannibal's crimson ones, and the boy was looking
at him in awe ... . Will wanted to ask him so many things . To ask what he was
thinking , why he didn't run away , what was he? Was he aware of what he did ?
He wanted to ask the boy to get the fuck away from him , but he... Couldn't. He
didn't want to.  
So they had things to clean. He already felt better then four minutes before.
Will just needed a couple more minutes.  
" My phon ... " 
" Shhh " Hannibal whispered , and leaned over Will, putting one finger over his
mouth to silence him. 
Then Hannibal approached,  and like a thirsty man about to drink water for the
first time, his mouth touched Will's jaw, covered in blood.  
Will's already shaky breath became a little faster, and he turned his face away
when he felt Hannibal's tongue lapping at his skin. But the boy raised a hand
and his fingers twined the dark threads of Will's hair, positioning the man's
head as he wanted. Then Will just stayed there, , his own breathing sounding
too loud on his ear, feeling his skin heat where Hannibal licked him clean.
His jaw, his chin, his lips.  
The boy pried Will's mouth open and lapped at his teeth, his tongue. Will could
feel his body tingle all over, blood pooling in his groin. And the worse is
that he was not sure if it was his feeling or if it was Hannibal's.  
Will didn't react, but he let Hannibal have his way. One of the man's hands was
clinging tightly into the back of Hannibal's shirt, and the other scratching
the ground with his blunt nails. Will's eyes were open at half mast, and when
his own tongue moved into a swallowing reflex, it touched Hannibal's, and the
boy moaned, chasing the muscle back and licking it again, sending shivers
everywhere and making Willgroan. 
Will's chest was moving as if it had a caged bird in side it, and he barely
heard when his phone rang. He hummed, and his voice was muffled by the boy's
mouth, in what was not really a kiss. The hand on Hannibal's back left the
shirt and moved to the smooth strands of the boy's hair. Will grabbed, forcing
him to raise his head in a sample that his strength was partially back. The boy
growled, eyes black, lips red as sin, and a thin line of saliva and blood
connecting their mouth to each other. 
"It's Jack"  
The boy seemed to be fighting for some clarity, his eyes still dark and fogged,
but slowly, under the phone's sound, he nodded, his face gaining back some glow
of self-command. If they didn't answer Jack, he would become suspicious. 
 Slowly, Hannibal straightened up and took his hands off of Will.  
"Tell me what I most do, then." 
"Answer it. Tell him that I'm showering and I'll call him back."  
The solution was so obvious that it hung between them. What Hannibal did to
Tobias was not self defense. It was a cold murder. It was ... art, the voice
whispered inside Will's head.  
Slowly, Will felt him self lose the rest of his sanity. Yet he heard his
voice saying. 
"We have get hid of the body." 
Chapter End Notes
     Well, Hannibal have to get his murder-shit together.
     Kudos and comments are life. ^^
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm very glad about the feedback on last chapter, and I decided
     against the warning notes in the beggining of the chapters. You all
     have read the tags, and you all know where this is going. So, just
     relax.
     I'm spliting up this chapter or other wise it would be too long, so
     this story may become 7 chapters instead of 6. (and that is why im
     updating earlier).
     Anyway, bon apetit.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Will came out of the bathroom, Hannibal was waiting outside.
After the boy assured Jack – in a very calm way, as if there was no blood on
his hands literally - that everything was all right, Will had to wait some good
minutes to be able to stand and move without difficulty. What happened then was
a succession of facts so surreal that he still had doubts whether if all has
been one of his hallucinations or if was real:
Hannibal assisting him carry the body wrapped on a sheet to the forest .  
The sniff of the dogs excited around him .  
Hannibal 's face covered in dirt while the boy helped him to dig . 
Will pushing Tobias' body inside of a shallow grave. 
It made a blunt, hollow sound. And all the time, there was a glint inside
Hannibal's eyes. As if the boy was alive for the first time in a while.  
Will had the feeling that it wasn't Hannibal's first murder, but he didn't have
in himself to ask the kid. He didn't want to know. They wouldn't live together
for too long now, so Will felt no obligation about the knowledge.  
Ignorance is a bliss after all. 
Back at home, they locked the dogs (so they woudn't try to lick the blood)
and scrubbed the floor  together, getting rid of all the gore. Two times Will
oppened his mouth to say something and twice, he close it again, without making
a sound. Hannibal always looked at him with expectation, as if he was just
waiting for Will start the subject. As if it would be perfectly fine.   But the
tension around them could be cut with a knife.
Will was trying to keep at bay and out of Hannibal's emotion, and luckly the
boy seemed under his own control again. However, the peacefull feeling and
easiness that Will had been feeling with the kid vanished.  Since WIll watched
the boy murder a very dangerous serial killer, the scales have fallen away from
his eyes. He could see the boy as he really was. And Hannibal knew this. And
worse, Hannibal knew that Will accepted this.  
There was no more pretending. 
Will could see that everything the boy did until now was a soft way to
introduce his trully self, mixing a evil mind with good behavior. Will believed
Hannibal saw something on him that made the boy confident, but even then he
couldn't risk. So he would show him self little by little. Will wondererd how
much long the boy would have waited if Tobias didn't show up. Maybe he would
leave in mistery.        
Put a frog inside of a scalding water, it will jump away fast. If you put it in
cold water and heat it little by little, the frog will die cooked.  
Will was the frog, and he was cooked already. 
 After everything was clean, Will sent Hannibal to shower. While the boy left
to the bathroom, Will let the dogs out and made something to eat, with some of
the pack at his heels. It was already dark outside, and his limbs still felt
heavy with fatigue and the drug abuse. All he wanted was to drop on the sofa
and sleep, but he should cover Alana in one of her evening classes. She had
suggested that he could postpone considering that he was hostingg Hannibal. But
Will insisted . He could use some fresh air.  
So now , with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still wet , Will
ran into the boy , sipping on a cup of coffee and offering one for Will, who
accepted it with a 'thank you' . He couldn't help remembering what happened the
last time the boy had given him coffee , and this time he made sure to blow it
before drinking . 
He stepped forward, assuming that Hannibal would just step out of his way , but
the boy didn't . 
Will looked up from his mug, eyes meeting Hannibal's crimson ones that was
holding a liquid heat. 
"I think we should fuck". 
Will paused , cup halfway to his mouth as he considered if what he just heard
was real.  
"Is this a joke?" 
"Not at all". Hannibal said, simply. 
"No." Will stated then, too fast.  
"Why not ? It is already obvious that the basis of our moral are not exactly
stable. Are you afraid to destabilize it a little more?" And then the boy put
the cup he was using on a table next to the couch , leaving his hands free to
approach Will. 
Hannibal's cold fingers made contact with Will's stomach, skin still hot for
the bath. Small droplets of water slid with the pressure , and it was visible
how the boy's eyes darkened as he watched the way Will's muscles contracted
under his touch.  
With his free hand, WIll grabbed Hannibal's wrists and moved it away from his
body. 
"Our moral? Do you think we are alike?" 
"Do you think we are not?"   
Will didn't answer. Instead he let go of Hannibal's wrist and moved away to his
dresser, where he left his mug. 
" What you are is a result of all the things you've been trough since..." Will
started.  
"You are wrong."  Hannibal interrupted "Nothing happened to me to make me like
this. I happened." When Will didn't answer he kept going "Did you tried to find
excuses for yourself as well? Perhaps for the way you pretend not being aware
of how I look at you. The way I want you. " 
Will was very, very careful to keep his back to the boy. So he wouldn't see how
a heat was spreading visibly across his chest and ear . Will made sure to cover
with a shirt . 
"Is this you trying to change my mind?" Will let the towel fall, putting his
underwear and pants. 
The answer came a minute too long.  
"...Yes." 
"It will not happen" 
"Do you find me unappealing? Do you believe I would be too small or too tight
for you? 
The boy's accent again curled around the word 'tight', making of it even more
obscene that it already was in that context. Will zipped up his pants with a
little too much strenght.  
"I want you to stop this" Will said, with clenched teeth.  
 
"Will..." Hannibal asked softly, his voice very near. 
Will turned then, slowly, as if dealing with a caged animal, and any movement
would trigger something dangerous. 
"I am able to control my self. My moral's ground is stable enought for that." 
"Is it because of my age?" Hannibal took a step closer, his body just a finger
of touching Will's. "Would be of help for you if we pretend I have
hypopituitarism? A man locked into a body of a sweet child. " 
"You are far... from sweet." Will said, when Hannibal ended the space between
them. The slender body pressing against his, and the boy's nose found his way
to Will's neck, slowly.  
Hannibal was savouring Will's scent. 
  Will felt goose bumps running trough his body and he exhaled, trying to fight
for his mind instead of tilting his head back to give Hannibal space . 
"Hmm..." The boy agreed, getting on his toes so he could better explore the
space between WIll's shoulders and neck. Hannibal's hands were using Will's
chest as support, his palm with a very inocent pressure against one hardened
nipple. "What could it be then, that bends your morality and ethics so it is
all right for you to help me bury a body, but not enough to make you bend me?  
Will bit his lower lip repressing any sound, when he felt  Hannibal's wet
tongue slide just above his collarbone . He was hard in side his pants, and the
boy was very aware by the way he rested his hip very softly against it.  
Will raised his hand to the boy's slender neck, and held it with little
pressure, feeling Hannibal's pulse under his fingers.  
"I still have my integrity" 
Hannibal's paused, without moving his face away. The boy's fingers holding the
front of the man's shirt in a tight grip. Despite his apparent calm ,  Will
could feel Hannibal's pulse pounding in his carotid . 
"Is that how you call it?" Hannibal said, his accent rough." Where was it when
you did not send me away the first time I kissed you at you door? Is it here
with you now perhaps?" 
Gently, so gently, Hannibal rubbed both of their erection together, and the
boy's breath came in a hot puff against Will's skin, making him shiver. 
"I can beg if you wish me to" his voice sounded needy. 
Will swallowed, and his hands movend from Hannibal's neck to his chest, and
then, he gave it a little shove. 
The boy gave a gracious step backwards, dark eyes fixed on Will's, his
breathing uneven. The older man pushed away from the dresser, where he didn't
realised he had backed off to and adjusted his shirt. He could felt saliva
cooling on his skin where Hannibal kissed him. 
Hannibal's expression was petulant now, like a spoilled child who had been
denied a very tasty candy. 
 
"I have to go meet with Alana. Set the things up for your departure". 
The boy's eyes glitted, and his nose gave a little, almost imperceptible
twinkle. But next second, his face bore the same expression of impassivity that
he always used, and just like that he was back to normalcy.  
"Send Doctor Bloom my best regards, if you will". 
 
*** 
   
"Alana, wait..."  
Will called when the woman was about to leave his classroom, after stopping by
to see how everything was going. She paused, looking at him with soft
curiosity. Will hesitated then, licking his lower lip as he decided how to
phrase what was crossing his mind.  
"There was something I wanted to ask " Will started , avoiding her eyes ,
fumbling with his bag instead and organizing the test of his students. "I
coudn't find details in Hannibal 's file about a thing . And the woman at the
deposit told me some files were lost in psychiatric care." He lied.  He didn't
want to raise any questions about the boy, which was why he never went to look
for any files. With little effort , he forced him self to lift his gaze ,
fixing at some point of Alana 's nose.  "Did anyone performed the rape kit on
Hannibal when he first arrived? Or at some other point of the boy's life?" 
 
He hated the sund of it out loud. And he was really surprise to see that the
mere thought of someone touching the boy this way made something boil inside
him. You already would killforhim, his traitorous thoughts whispered. 
In front of him, Alana's stare become concerned, and he felt the aprehension
grown inside of himself, reflecting her feeling. 
"No, I didn't felt it was needed. He didn't show any signs of abuse..." she
said, but her voice hold a small trace of insecurity. "Do you think he was
raped? Will, did he said something to you?" 
"He didn't... No..." Will started, feeling  a little relieved. He put his bag
on one sholder, ready leave "He is a quiet child, but he has been trough a
lot... I'm just glad that he is okay."    
Alana was still looking at him, concern notable on her pretty features.  
"Are you sure? I can talk to him again if..." 
"No... It's okay. Thank you."  
She smilled and Will watched her go.  
That didn't exclude the option of a possible rape, but Will was sure that Alana
would know. She had acess on the boy's previous pshychiatrists.  
He scrubbed his eyes under the glasses. He was feeling like shit. The day had
been way too long, considering that this afternoon he was hiding a body on his
own backyard and was avoiding Jack since he got at the BAU. 
And then Hannibal...  
Will had no ideia how to feel about him. He coudn't even begin to describe what
a mess the boy was causing. Hannibal's words was still spinning in side his
head, and he knew that he was right. Will shoud have told someone. One word and
Jack would take care of everything. He could even make Alana promess that she
would make sure Hannibal was well. But all he did was ignore the boy's stare
and sexual overtures, and he did help him hide a body. And it was nothing like
Garret Jacob Hobbs, a man he killed in a heat of a moment. 
Hannibal woke up something in side Will that he would rather let sleep.  
Its too late. You already smell like darkness. 
I didn't matter, tomorrow the boy would leave, and he would be sleeping by now.
   
Will should be feeling relief.  
So why he wasn't?  
Chapter End Notes
     tsc, tsc. some naughty kid is not getting on the good boy list this
     year.
     Dont forget, kudos and coments are life.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     So here we go to the last chapter of this tale.
     This one contains scenes of non-con sex. So please be aware.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hannibal was wearing a bathrobe when Will came home . The boy was sitting in
one of the armchairs , back with the copy of  " Les Miserables " on his hand,
and looked up at Will.  
He said nothing as greeting.  
Will bit his lower lip and then closed the door behind him . The dogs seemed
fed and well rested , which saved Will from the task to take them out and watch
them as they took care of their needs . He should thank Hannibal for that, even
tough it was something he liked to do. He started petting the dogs absently
under the boy's gaze.  
"We need to talk"  WIll said then. 
"Of course" came the answer.  
 
He looked up and saw Hannibal , carefully closing the book and putting it back
on it's shelf. And then he went past Will, towards the kitchen. The boy smelled
of soap and shampoo , and Will had the distinct impression that he didn't use
much below the simple piece of dark blue satin. 
 "Would you like us to sit ? " Hannibal asked , returning with two cups of
coffee in hand. He gave one to Will and the other , he took with him back to
his couch, where he sat and crossed his legs in a too elegant way considering
his age.  
"Thank you . " WIll said , droping his bag on the table and occupying the other
armchair in front of Hannibal . He had come all the way to Wolf Trap
considering what would he say to the boy. He knew that his own attitude was
completely counterproductive. The ideal would be a frank conversation with the
boy , instead of sayingno as he surrendered to the provocations of the youngest
. Hannibal was a spoiled child that learned to have things through
manipulation only, and Will had to survive just one more day under such
influences . 
He could do it.  
 
He sipped his coffee.  
"What happened earlier, can't happen again" he started, staring at some point
of the boy's chin. Hannibal sipped his coffee too, his lips becoming wet. "I
need you to promess you will not try any of this anymore". 
"Are we not going to talk about morals again, then?" 
"Hannibal" 
"Would you believe me if I tould you yes? " 
"Shouldn't I?" 
The boy was in silence, watching with dark eyes while Will sipped again. It
tasted very good.    
"I do not want to lie" he said. 
"So don't." 
"Quid pro quo, then". Will frowned, because he certainly couldn't have heard
the boy in front of him recite Latin. "Would you tell me the truth of why you
kept me ? I know you only intend to have me here for the first day , Will." 
It wasn't gone unnoticed that the boy now called only WIll's first name.
Apparently , intimacy that was gained in blood battle wasn't lost easily.  
"How would you know that? " 
"The kind agent that brought my luggage. He told me I should not unpack ."  
Will took off his glasses to scrub his eyes , feeling tired . His limbs seemed
to copy the effect from earlier and he was feeling slightly heavy. He shound't
torture himself with why Hannibal always knew too much. The boy was very, very
smart.   
"Do you want a explanation of why you were leaving?" 
"I would rather know why I stayed here". 
"I thought it would be good for you ... "  
" Did you , now. " the boy said, low . His eyes bored into Will with a
dangerous intensity. "You are fighting with yourself over me , Will." 
The mug on Will's hands was starting to feel too heavy. So he left it on the
table beside him.  
"You are the one creating this ...  You crave stability and security... self
preservation makes you try to create bonds..." It was getting hard to think
clearly .  
"It is not stabily I want from you Will. I do not need a father . " The boy's
voice sounded cold in his ears. Will thought that he finally offended the boy,
but his eyes , partially illuminated by the lamplight shone with malice.
"Althought I can call you daddy , if you would like me to" 
 
Hannibal ... " Will sighed , resting his head back against the armchair. It was
hard to move. It wasn't normal. "What have you done?" 
Slowly , the boy stood up . He was not holding his cup as he approached Will,
who closed his eyes. Hannibal seemed to glow under the moon light that managed
to pass through the window . It was too beautiful . 
"I stole one of the tranquilizers before you disappeared with Tobias Budge's
gun . I diluted it in your coffee ."  
Slow, very slowly the boy rested his knees on either side of Will hips ,
stradling Will's legs. The robe's fabric yielded to the side, revealing pale
thighs. Again with awe , the boy touched Will 's chest , and popped open the
firts button of his shirt .  
"No... " For the fucking second time in one day , Will was beeing drugged
and unable to defend him self. He should win a prize.  
" Shhh ..." The boy whispered over him , moving his nose over Will's neck and
inhaling his scent  "You have been so pliable to drink everything I give to you
. So trusting . Almost as if you were asking..." Uninhibited , the boy mouthed
Will's earlobe , sucking gently as his fingers opened another button . Will
shuddered , raising his hand to the boy's chest in an attempt to push, but
Hannibal just moved it to the side with ease , lifting his face to look at
Will. 
 
 "I am giving you everything, you do not see?" The boy whispered, eyes dark as
death. Will didn't realised he was whispering 'no,dont' over and over until
Hannibal put one index finger over his lips to silence him. "I am freeing you
from your choices, and giving you what you want. You can keep your morals, and
integrity. And you still get to fuck me." 
The boy said the last word and his hips moved over Will's groin, finding him
hard. Will dragged a groan, his back arching from the sofa as if he was feeling
pain. 
"I dont... want... this" he gasped. 
" Oh, but you do" the boy was saing, slender fingers moving Will bangs away
from his forehead. Hannibal leaned again , his lips touching Will's cheek , and
he inhaled once more , as if he could not get enough of his smell. His hips
were still making small movements back and forth , with a pressure far from
being enough for some real relief."I desire you so badly, WIll. It felt so
rejoicing to know you wanted me too, but then you would not help me..." 
Will was not sure if he could understand the boy anymore. His words was getting
too rough with his accent, and they seemed fogged in his ear. 
"Please... stop" Will panted, the heat spreading everywhere.  
"Will..." The boy was not listening to him. "You will get to be mine..." 
Hannibal's lips stopped over Will's, and then, very suddenly , he stood up. 
 
And the boy fell to his knees between Will's open legs.  
" No ... "  Will tried , weakly, trying to close it , but Hannibal only shushed
him again , focused on undoing Will's zipper. The dogs around him watched in
silence , uninterested in the events around him, unaware that Will was only one
step away to burn alive. 
 
The boy freed him of his pants, and he let a small "oh" of surprise, maroon
eyes taking everything. When he took Will' on his hands in a soft touch, the
man bitted his own lips, trying not to moan again while Hannibal used his
fingers to map him. He couldn't.  
"You are so beautiful" he heard Hannibal saying, and then finally, the boy took
him in his mouth.  
Will's breath came ragged, and the forbidden moan got lost in his troath.  
Very slowly , the boy tried to fit Will inside his lips , inundating him in
heat and humidity . His tongue experimentally moved up, and he had not been
able to even fit half of it when the boy needed to move and breathe. Will was
fucking leaking, and the 'no' was back on his mouth, between his gasps. 
 "I apologize Will, I should be able to do this better" the boy was not far
enough to say this, his lips touching very softly Will's blunt head in every
single breath and word, before he went for it again. Too fast this time, and he
coughed when  Will's shape touched his troath. But even then he didn't move. No
further, but he kept Will inside of his mouth, holding the rest of him he
couldn't fit with both hands. His beautiful eyes was focused and full with
tears and his hot  tongue working, quite fuzzy and sloppy, but oh so good.   
No.  
Will was panting hard. His ribs hurt from the effort, and he couldn't think. He
raised his hand to Hannibal's head, to pull himoff, but his fingers stopped
intertwined in smooth strands and the boy hummed delightedly . His nose was now
sinking on Will's groin and he was lapping, - like a cat - the skin he could
find, his right hand still holding Will with very clumsy strokes and his other
hand pulling his pants to free what he could of Will's flesh.  
 
"I knew you would taste good." The boy said, gasping. He tried again to swallow
Will down, making the man groan and close his fists around the boys hair, which
only made him try harder. But his mouth was not big enough, not skilled enough,
and he was gagging again...   
Hannibal let it go then, panting softly. He wiped the excess of saliva and pre
cum of his mouth with the back of his hands and stood up again.  
"I wish I had the time to make my self better at this for you Will, but
unfortunally , I do not have this luxury." Hannibal said , while he unmade
carefully the ribon on his robe , letting it slip to the floor. 
 
He was naked under it.  
Will groned, pained.  
Hannibal was a tall kid for his age and was not ashamed of his nudity, by the
way he hold him self proud.  With long limbs, he composed a very slim figure .
His eyes were glinting dark with lust , his mouth was red and wet , and he was
so flushed, chest and cheek . His hair was uneven where Will had slid his
fingers , forming a figure already thoroughly debauched . So beautiful. 
 Will had to close his eyes again. 
"You... can't..." 
"I would do anything for you, Will." The boy assured low, returning to straddle
Will , holding onto his shoulder with one hand and lifted him self on his knees
, so that with the other hand he could align Will on the exact point . Slowly
then, Hannibal started to lower down, and everything was lost. 
 
But he didn't went far. 
With a low, long moan, the boy stopped barely with the head inside, touching
his forehead to Will's and panting soft breaths of pain. 
The boy was fucking  slick.  
Will cound't believe he had prepared himself before this. Even though he was
still too tight to make of it a smooth penetration.  Of course he would not
know how to do it properly. 
"It seems I have... underestimated the size of you" the boy said, his accent
too strong.
"Hannibal" Will moaned, trying to move, but it only made Hannibal sink a little
bit more, and his groan was muffled by the boy's pained gasp. "You will... get
hurt... " 
"Yes..." The boy yearned, as if there was nothing he would like more.  
Will managed to move his left hand to the boy's thigh, and he could feel the
muscle shaking with the effort under his hand. He was feeling the need to
confort and assure Hannibal to end his pain, but the guilty for his own
pleasure was all consuming.  
"I know... it feels good for you... it is all right." the boy whispered against
his mouth, making an effort to sink more, his brow furrowed in focus. "It
feels... good... for me as well". 
Hannibal sighed, raising himself again when he couldn't manage to sink lower
even tough he had only came down half way. In  once , he lowered his hips again
, ignoring his own pain in an attempt to involve Will completely. The boy
shivered, his softs hurt moans doing things to Will that could only groan,. He
could feel  the waves of frustantion coming from the kid when even like that
Hannibal could not go down all the way.  
"This... won't... " 
Will started, and Hannibal shut him up with his mouth. The boy held on his
neck, licking in side of his mouth while abandoning the attempt to sink on
Will. Instead, he began to move his hips back and forth ,gasping so sweetly
against Will's tongue when he could felt slowly his body giving way to Will's
lenght.  
And Will let him, then.  
He was only trying to help the boy, he told him self. Hannibal, until now, was
feeling nothing but pain, and this way Will could ease it. Will hold his mouth
open for Hannibal to devour it, with teeth and tongue. The sounds he was making
being swallowed by the older man, that could do nothing but endure the pleasure
of it. Hannibal was incredibly tight around him, making his body burn
everywhere and his mind scream with the wrongness of it.  
Hannibal gave a small whimpering when he bottomed out. Finally. He let go of
Will's mouth so he could breath and get used to the stretch, that was putting a
tiny crease between his eyebrows.  
"I wish I could hold... the pain with me... "  he whispered, trying to be very
quiet, but his body couldn't help but give away little shivers. He was so
overwhelmed. His hands couldn't stop exploring Will's body, making space by
opening all the buttons and pushing the shirt and coat the further he could
touch over the man's shoulders. His smaller erection was touching softly Will's
sotmach, and the boy was trying so hard not to move to make it rub against the
man's skin, which he knew it would feel so good. 
Will's hands moved from Hannibal's thigh to his hips, and the then the boy
started to move again. Slowly at first, up and down, making sweat roll  from
his neck in a straight line to his abdomen . Will's hair was plastered to his
forehead with his own perspiration, and Hannibal moved away his curly bangs
again in an very intimate gesture. 
 
"Hannibal..." 
"You are the most... beautiful man I have ever seen" Hannibal confessed, and in
answer WIll looked his fevered eyes with his. The boy was bitting his lower lip
now, focused on  the effort to lower his skinny body against Will everytime.
And now he managed to find a way to rub him self against Will's naked belly on
the way, and the result was showing on the height of his moans . 
But it was still odd. 
Hannibal was not managing to hold his own body on the right position,
his thin legs to weak and movements too erratic to get a properly friction. The
boy didn't knew what to do. He was chasing his own pleasure in a discovery
trip, trying things but without too much room on the sofa. Now that the pain
gave way almost completly to pleasure, he gave up on trying to lift him self
up. So half way impaled on Will,  he wrapped his arms around the man's neck
and mouthed his jaw, using the older body to rub him self to completion, hips
ondulating in urgent waves.  
It didn't take long at all.  
  Will realised Hannibal was whispering hotly in another language, mouth glued
now to the man's ear when a small sequency of hot splater hitted his belly with
the boy's reliese and he moaned, long and delicious, and Will was beyond lost.
Hannibal was gasping loud and fast, nose runing over the man's hair like he was
trying to keep the smell on his memory forever.  
"Hannibal..." 
Will called again. But Hannibal was still deaf to his pleas.  
The boy kept touching Will. His hands moving over the man's chest, ribs, neck.
His hips kept undulating lazily with Will's hardness still inside him, leaking
copiously after the series of contractions that came with the boy's orgasm.
They stood like that for a while.  
"You... fucking... brat..."   
Will's voice broke the silence.  
The boy stilled completely over Will. His breathing was the only audible sound.
Even the dogs where quiet now.  
One of Will's arms wrapped over the boy's thin waist, and with the other, Will
used the sofa's arm as a suport to get on his feet.  
Hannibal gave a little wail of surprise, his slender legs wrapping around
Will's hips and his arms holding tight around the man's neck.  
In a unstable feet, Will started to walk to his bed, and with the movement, all
of Will's lenght that Hannibal was not fitting inside of himself made it in,
and the boy whrited on Will's arms, giving life to a loud moan.  
"You cant even... dose properly" Will's voice was hoarse, and his troath
burned.  
"Will" the boy was raising his head to look at him, when Will pushed him over
the bed. The boy fell, naked body exposed and dark eyes looking at Will in pure
confusion. With one hand, Will wiped the cum from his stomach, and used to
stroke himself, watching the boy with pure, raw lust. Hannibal was following
everything with his gaze, suddenly not daring to speak, as if not believing
what was happening.  
Trying to calm down his own breathing, the boy raised his knees over the
mattress then, and slowly, he spread them, inviting.  
Will couldn't hold any longer.  
He moved over Hannibal's body that embraced him, with legs and arms and body,
undulating in anticipation under him. Will held himself in one arm using the
other to connect them, and with a steady push he was inside. The boy took him
easily and full this time, til the root.
Hannibal's scream of pleasure was glorious, his back making an beautiful arch
from the bed. 
Will didn't have to wait. He started to move his hips in deep and hard thrusts,
touching the boy's sweet spot and filling him completely, and Hannibal's eyes 
where rolling into his head, the boy utterly overwhelmed in pleasure, lips
forming a lovely "O" where the most sweet, needy, whimpering was coming out.
Will's nerves seemed to be all cut and exposed to the air, his skin sensitive
and burning where he touched the beautiful, beautiful boy.  All he could think
was rut and mate and possess, and Hannibal was saying yes to it, spreading his
legs more, moving lean hips up against his more... Will couldn't resist the
sight. He needed to taste him. Suddenly his mouth was over the boys body, his
peaked nipples, his shoulder, his slender and so soft neck. Small hands where
grabbing his hair then, pulling Will's mouth towards a more precise direction. 
WIll kissed him back without restrictions.  
He licked the boys mouth, he sucked his lips, he tasted him whole, making the
boy whine in pleasure and joy. Will could feel it in waves from him. Utterly
profane when ever fiber of his body was flaming with desire and lust.  
"Will... Will" the boy was whispering against his mouth, red eyes finally
closed against all the sensation. The sole of his foot was pressing against
Will's ass, and blunt nails on his shoulder, urging him to the end.  
"Yes... " Will wanted to say anything,like the boy said earlier.Hannibal could
getanything from him right now. Will kissed his brow, his chin, the side of his
mouth while still fucking into him, making his smaller body move with every
thrust.  
"I knew it... " Hannibal whispered, moving his hands to Will's hair, to his
face, and holding his head. Red eyes in tiny slits covered by black pupils,
focusing on blue ones that could not look away. "I... I knew it... " 
Such a beautiful, confident brat. 
Will punished him with a sharp thrust.  
And then Hannibal came a second time.  
He arched his back in the most beautiful way gluing his body fully to Will's,
and exposing his throat by throwing is head back, crying his pleasure.Will took
the bait, groaning with his mouth covering Hannibal's sweaty neck, where he was
licking, licking, licking. The contracting muscles was too much. Hannibal
writhed in side Will's arms and the boy's teeth finaly meet Will's shoulder,
and he bit. Hard. Tasting blood. Will groaned with the sharp pain, and he was
being sent over the edge, and then he was filling his boy with his pleasure, so
strong, so full, hearing the accented voice singing a choir of mine, mine that
flooded his ears until everything went black.       
*** 
 Hannibal couldn't breath with Will's weight completely over him. He was
shaking when he pushed the man's body just enough to turn him to his side, and
then on his back.  
Will slipped from inside him, making the boy shiver with the feeling, and he
grabbed the unconscious man, sinking his nose on his skin, wet with
perspiration. The man's breath was getting softer and deeper with
sleep.  Hannibal knew his chance was now, while WIll was entirely blacked out
by the exhaustion from the day, of being drugged twice, and all the physical
effort he had been trough.  
Because it was quite clear Hannibal would have to kill him.  
Hannibal licked his lips, tasting Will's blood.
His aunt would not let him stay with Will even if Will wanted him. Hannibal was
smart enough to know that the legal procedures would not do him any favors. 
And the thought of Will with anyone else was unacceptable.  
Hannibal was hurt very deeply in some places, but he moved anyway to kiss the
man lips once again, unresponsive this time. How could anyone have Will, now
that finally he was his.  When he filled him so deep and kissed him so good,
when he understood him so completely and accept him. 
"Will..." Hannibal whispered again just for the pleasure of saying his name. He
moved his mouth to the bite mark on Will's shoulder that started to bleed
again, and started to lick it, cleaning.   
He wanted to be fucked again. 
He was sure that there was blood oozing from him right now, but nothing would
ever be compared to feeling of WIll in side him. 
Will hummed when Hannibal nibbled the bite mark, and the mere sound of his
voice made the boy moan.
He raised his eyes to the man's face.  The curly hair was still glued to the
man's forehead, and his features was really, really beautiful.  
Will could not live.  
But he would. 
Hannibal already made his mind.  
Very pleased with him self, Hannibal rested his head over Will's chest, closing
his eyes and inhaling. The room was smelling like both of them, and it was
divine.  
Hannibal couldn't kill Will, but he could kill everyoneelse.  
*** 
The dogs where already feed, breakfast was made, and Will was putting fresh
clothes over his attended wound, when Hannibal waked up. Will raised his eyes
to the mirror, seeing the boy pass from sleep to full alert, in one second. It
was a little impressive.  
"Good morning". He said, which the boy answered back with his sleepy voice. 
Hannibal was naked under the sheets, hair mussed, looking more clear under the
sun light. Buster jumped over the bed and Hannibal lazily moved one hand to pet
him. 
"You should shower, and breakfast is ready. " 
"Thank you" 
"I called Jack, and Lady Murasaki probably will arrive in one hour." 
Hannibal stopped, and Buster nudged his hand protesting. Hannibal knew his aunt
would come only at night. 
"You are quite hurry to get rid of me".  
If the boy was offended, he didn't show. 
"Yes. And you know why." Will said, turning to face him.  
The boy didn't answer, moving to stand instead. Hannibal winced with the first
movement, and Will cringed inside. He could only imagine how much the boy was
physically hurt, and the self-loathing was threatening to drown him. Proudly
and naked, the boy walked to the bathroom, his carefully steps gracious but
restrained with the effort he was making to  not limp.  
"Oh god." Will whispered, when the door closed behind Hannibal. 
When Will woke this morning, with the boy's soft and beautiful body wrapped
around his and his own hand possessively around the thin waist, his first
thought was to call Jack. It was all very blurry towards what had happened the
night before, but then it wasn't.  The mark with Hannibal's sharp teeth was
stinging as remind on his shoulder.
Will put the eggs and bacon on platers and waited for Hannibal to join him on
the kitchen. The boy looked perfect as always, no trace of limping or pain,
even when he sat on the stool. Will knew Hannibal was putting up a show. But it
did required some strenght.  
"We should talk about what happened." Will started, when Hannibal tried the
first bite. The boy raised his eyes to face Will, and the dangerous glint was
there.  
"Do you want me to apologize?" 
"No" 
"Do you want to apologize?" 
"Yes". 
"For what? " 
Will paused, and Hannibal sipped his juice, carefully. Will dropped his eyes to
his own plate, and sliced his bacon, giving him self something to do.  
"I didn't impose myself enough as an adult..." 
"You do not have to pretend with me, Will." 
"It was not right that you drugged me." 
"But I did not made it right, did I? I did not use enough. Which I only found
out after your display of strength."  
Will didn't answer. He raised his eyes to Hannibal that looked at him
covetous. 
"Which makes me wonder how much of the drug was acting at the beginning, and
how much was yourlack of resistance... " 
"Did anyone ever touched you like this?" Will was too blunt. Too defensive.   
Hannibal blinked, taken aback. But it lasted only one second before he was back
to impassivity. 
 "No."  
"Hannibal..." 
The boy left his food and next moment he was standing between Will's open legs,
a small hand framing his face and the other resting on his shoulder, over the
bite. He wished so much that Will had mark him too, like that.  In reflex,
Will's hands raised to embrace him, fingers holding the back of his sweater too
keep him away and close at the same time.  
"Will... Do you remember... " the boy whispered, his eyes moving to Will's eye,
and then his mouth, as if he was trying to memorize what he could.  
"Yes" 
"Would you ever tell me..." 
"No..."  
Will closed his eyes, and he felt the boy's forehead touching his again. He
couldn't say anything now, about what he felt or did, about the veracity or
crime of it, because anything would make of it worse and pretentious and wrong.
Hannibal knew this.  
It was very smart, his boy. 
"You can't kill her." 
Hannibal sighed delighted, his breathing caressing Will's lips. 
"Why not?" 
"It will not bring you back to me. You are already surrounded by too many
murders. One more will ruin you." 
"Will,  what should I do then, with this..." 
Will felt the wave of possessiveness that Hannibal was feeling, and for a
second it was so strong that he felt it rip his heart off. He opened his blue
eyes, facing his boy. It was his time to move Hannibal's bangs from the kid's
forehead, the intimacy of it a bit striking.  
"You are so young..." 
"Like a daisy, in my lazy eyes" Hannibal recited, and Will smiled. 
What a beautiful boy. 
The dogs barked, and then everything was over. With a step back, Hannibal was
composed again.    
"Will you be carefull?" 
"Will you visite France?" 
"No." 
A car was parking on the front door.  
"May I visite you?" 
"No" 
There was a knocking at the door, and the barking of the dogs got too loud.  
The boy held Will's gaze. Eyes red, red. 
When Will got up to answer the visitors, he heard Hannibal whispering low
behind him: 
"Quite unfortunate that I will always know your adress, then".
 
 
 
THE END. 
Chapter End Notes
     *"Like a daisy in my laisy eyes" is from a song called "Rest My
     Chemistry- Interpool"
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