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Come as you are	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal/Red Dragon > Hannibal/Will Views: 8441 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, and/or Red Dragon, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Well, there's finally
light at the end of the tunnel. Next Saturday
is my last exam (unless I fail some), which means I'll hopefully have
more time to write afterwards. Wish me luck.

Simarillion:
Dankeschön! Ich werd' weitermachen. ;-) And thanks for
reviewing, as always.

Raven black: Thanks for
reviewing and I hope to be able to give you more soon.

Warnings: a little
blood play, unlikely to disturb somebody
who has seen the movies

Chapter 10 – Dinner is served

As soon as the fact
that Hannibal was gone had fully penetrated his lust-hazed brain Will
felt fierce anger boil up in himself one again. What a fool had he
been to believe the doctor when he said
that he wasn't playing with him, not that it really mattered now.

What mattered was his
anger, the sense of having once again been screwed over by Hannibal
and the pain of having one's deepest wish come true for a short
moment of time, just to have the bliss taken away right after.

Will had thought that
he had reached his breaking point when he had gone to confront
Hannibal, but the doctor had proved him
wrong once again. The feelings of anger he had felt before their talk
had been mostly caused by desperation and denial of his own desires.
But now they were pure rage, rage that was directed at the
treacherous doctor and his own foolish heart.

If Hannibal thought
that Will would just accept the game he had so abruptly been forced
into he was completely wrong. Too long had he allowed the doctor to
manipulate him and turn his sanity into insane desires. It would end
now, even if he had to strangle the other man with his own hands.

A thrilling thought. To
wrap his hands around the doctor's neck, to press Hannibal's body
into the ground with his whole weight, body heat mingling while he
squeezed and the life finally draining out of his tormentor. Will
immediately recoiled from his own thoughts as soon as they had
entered his mind, the darkest part of his personality roaring with
laughter, while he forced down the bile that suddenly came up in his
throat. Had he really become such a monster?

Once again the voice in
his head that always sounded like Hannibal spoke up, reminding him
that the darkness had always been there. And as much as he had tried
to deny it in the past Will knew that voice to be right. His denial
had always been his weak spot, his one vulnerability that Hannibal
had shamelessly exploited. But not anymore.

He had believed himself
changed once he had admitted his desire for Hannibal, but the real
change had taken place just this moment. The darkness was a part of
him and now that he embraced it Will felt a huge weight lift from his
shoulders. In this short moment he had managed to achieve what
Hannibal had tried and failed to do, to kill the FBI agent that
believed in nothing but right and wrong, his world nothing but black
and white. But Will didn't feel dead at all, on the contrary, he felt
more alive that he had felt since his first case under Jack
Crawford's care.

It was time to go and
put his newfound peace to good use. If Hannibal wanted to play, they
would play. It remained to be seen, who would be the one making the
rules.

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A smirk was spread over
Hannibal's face as he watched the seconds tick away on the clock that
hung above the dinning room door. The table was already set, decked
out with the most luscious food, just waiting for his guest to arrive
and for another evening of teasing to begin.

Hannibal had no doubts
that Will would come to him soon enough, probably raging with
feelings of betrayal. He could vividly imagine his dear profiler's
face in his mind, his handsome features contorted in anger. So pretty
when he's mad, almost as pretty as when he's in pain.

The sound of Will's
footsteps was muffled by the thick oaken door, but Hannibal heard
them none-the-less, his sense of hearing almost predator-like in it's
acuteness. What puzzled the older man was that the profiler's steps
weren't hurried in anger, but rather calm and steady. Not what he had
expected, but life would be completely boring without surprises
anyway.

And during his whole
life Hannibal had only met one person who had been truly able to
surprise him, the very man who had just entered the dining room,
looking absolutely calm and collected. Immediately searching for
cracks in Will's cool facade Hannibal found them to be completely
absent. All the little details that always told him that Will was
just wearing a mask were missing.

Surprised by this
unexpected turn of his game Hannibal just looked at Will for a few
short seconds. It was merely a moment and yet it was enough time for
the younger man to surprise Hannibal once again as he rushed forward
and took the doctor's mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Thrills of excitement
and desire were shooting through his body as he found himself pressed
against the table Will's tongue forcefully splitting his lips open
and roaming in the wet cavern of his mouth. A truly delightful
surprise. When Will finally broke their kiss and stepped back
Hannibal couldn't help but laugh out loud, momentarily changing his
profiler's confident expression into one of confusion.

Not wanting Will to
loose his courage and new-found boldness he began to speak: “So,
do you finally accept it?”

There was no need to
clarify what he was talking about, since Will's “Yes.”
came instantly, accompanied by a firm nod of his head. The younger
man's whole posture had seemingly changed, his stance less tense than
Hannibal had ever seen him before.

A few seconds ticked by
after Will had nodded his head before both of them lept
into action, their mouths once again fusing together in a heated
kiss. Hands started to roam over clothed bodies and as Hannibal
pulled Will even closer against his body he could feel an answering
erection to his own hardness.

Will's hands were
clawing at his back, trying to get his shirt off, while at the same
time frantically pushing his hips forward, his body demanding what it
had wanted and been denied for so long. But unlike during their first
kiss Hannibal wasn't willing to surrender the lead so easily, swiftly
turning them around and pushing Will against the table, while he bit
down on the younger man's lips.

Skin broke and a small
trickle of blood entered Hannibal's mouth, the most delicious taste
he had ever enjoyed. Will's hands slid into the doctor's hair as the
older man sucked on his bottom lip, trying to gather every drop of
blood that the small cut would yield.

As soon as the well of
deliciousness had dried his tongue slid lower, exploring Will's neck
and softly biting down on the skin over the pulse point. He wanted to
leave his mark there, but Will was far too eager and frantic to allow
him such games, urging him to hurry with needy moans and nimble
fingers that tried to unbutton his shirt.

His own need was
boiling too, but he still had enough control over his body to reign
the desire in. His hands brushed over Will's nipples while he
unbuttoned the agent's shirt, prompting more moans and a delightful
whimper as he captured one of the hardened nubs with his teeth.

Not bothering to slide
the shirt off Will's body he let his hands trail lower, cupping the
younger man's ass and lifting him onto the table. As Hannibal's
fingers began toying with the buttons of his pants Will stretched
backwards, pushing everything that was in his way off the table. The
breaking of fine porcelain was a stark contrast to the deep
moan slipping from Will's lips when the doctor finally freed his
desperate cock, allowing his thumb to swipe
over the swollen head.

Hannibal never lost
control of himself, but right at that moment he found it hard to
control himself, need and desire overcoming all of his rational
thoughts. Urging Will to crawl backwards a little he joined the
younger man on top of the table, kneeling between his deliciously
spread legs.

Not everything that he
had prepared for dinner had landed on the floor, so Hannibal simply
reached out for the bowl of creamy mousse au chocolat and coated his
fingers in the sticky concoction. He didn't
even need to urge Will to spread his legs further, since the profiler
eagerly did that as soon as he caught on to
what the older man was planning.

Sliding his sticky
fingers along the crack of Will's ass he circled the tight ring of
muscle for a short moment, but his beloved's demanding moans urged
him to slip a first finger inside. Moving it slow to stretch Will
properly was almost too much, so he quickly added a second finger,
crooking both of them slightly. That rewarded him with a small cry of
pleasure, escaping the profiler's mouth as his hips bucked up.

It was so much, too
much pleasurable sensation and yet it wasn't quite enough. Will
barely recognized his own voice as he almost growled at the doctor,
demanding to be fucked.

Hannibal didn't seem
adverse to the concept as he quickly withdrew his fingers, once again
covering them in the chocolate mousse, while he used his other hand
to unbutton his own trousers. A few more seconds that seemed like an
eternity to Will and his legs were hoisted over Hannibal's shoulders,
the blunt pressure of the doctor's cock demanding entry into his
relaxed entrance.

Full, so full, finally.
His mind was swimming in pleasure, every thrust Hannibal forced into
his body hitting his prostate and sending him higher. So much better
than his dreams and yet it wasn't enough.

And then there was the
cold press of metal just under his left nipple as Hannibal's teeth
closed over his earlobe. Sharp, burning pleasurable pain laced
through his chest, the doctor's words resounding in his mind as his
orgasm splattered onto his belly, almost mixing with the small
trickle of blood that ran over his heated skin.

“Your heart is mine, dearest
Will.”

TBC...
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