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I've finally stopped
sulking and continued to write. Thanks to Raven Black, The Adrians,
Anon and tenshi for encouraging me, when I was close to giving up.
I'll try to ignore low ratings in the future, because I think whether
you like or dislike a story is based on personal opinion and not
rating. I found 2 star stories I liked as well as 5 star stories I
found horrible, so I guess it doesn't matter in the end.

Chapter 12 – Enjoying the opera

Will had to concentrate
to keep the smirk off his face as he entered the psychiatrist's
office. Today would finally be the last sitting and he would be free
to do what he liked. After 'rescuing' him from Hannibal Jack had
insisted that he as a rape victim needed counsellings
and had forced him into the appointments
with the complete idiot on whose couch he was currently taking place.

Ever since the first
time these appointments were a source for endless amusement to Will,
not only since he certainly didn't need psychological treatment
anymore, but also since the so-called doctor wasn't even capable of
seeing through his simple scheme.

Sitting on the couch he
never did more than give short, monotone answers to whatever the
doctor asked, pretending to panic every
time Hannibal was mentioned. In the meantime Will usually let his
mind wander to the one psychiatrist on whose couch he would gladly
lie down. It wasn't long now, another fifteen minutes and he would be
free.

Everything he needed
had already been arranged, his flight to
Florence going the next afternoon. Even Clarice couldn't ruin his
plan since she was currently away on another case. Over the last
couple weeks the woman had grown increasingly annoying, even going so
far as watching his house. Will wondered if Jack was aware that the
agent who was in charge for hunting Hannibal obviously had a crush on
himthe very man she was supposed to catch, but most likely he wasn't.

His former mentor's
ignorance was another source for the
amusement that seemed to be ever present since he had freed himself
of his former self, his mind always restrained to the best of his
abilities. Now he was free to let his thoughts wander in all
directions, even musing about what Hannibal would do to the
incompetent fool that was responsible for his therapy.

Will recalled that
during the Dolarhyde case Hannibal had told him that the late doctor
Chilton was fumbling at heads like a freshman pulling at panties.
Well if that was true, then the psychiatrist he was now talking to
was a freshman who hadn't even heard about panties yet.

The thought momentarily
caused his mask to slip, a snicker escaping his mouth. The look on
the psychiatrist's face was endlessly funny, almost causing Will to
break into full blown laughter, since it seemed to say “The
patient is completely insane.”. True
that he wouldn't count himself as completely sane, but he was
definitely less crazy than in the past.

Obviously at a loss at
what to do with him the psychiatrist looked down at his notes,
thoughtfully sucking at his pencil. The chiming of the bell was loud
in the silent room and Will immediately got up as soon as he heared
the sound that signaled his freedom. Shaking the other man's hand the
former FBI agent quickly left the office, in a hurry to get back home
and prepare everything he needed for his departure to Florence.

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After his flight
arrived at Florence Will had checked into a cheap hotel, knowing that
he wouldn't stay there for long anyway. His clothes had remained in
their suitcases, except for the black
smoking and the white shirt he had donned, feeling slightly
uncomfortable in the elegant dress.

Looking at himself in
the mirror he smiled, for the first time in a long while truly liking
what he saw. The worry lines that had been in his face for years had
faded, stress and grief finally absent from his features. Even his
smile was different from the one he had
worn for years, once again reaching his eyes. Adjusting his bow
tie Will decided that the doctor would be pleased with his
appearance and that was all that mattered as he turned around and
strode out of his room.

Cheap and placed
in a dark alley as it was his hotel wasn't far from the
Teatro
Comunale, allowing Will to walk and enjoy the mild Italian night air.
It wasn't quite as warm as Florida, but it was still far warmer than
Baltimore had been. The small cafés
were filled with a colorful mixture of locals and tourists, their
animate chatter filling the tiny streets with sound. Will would have
liked to stay for a while, but he was already running late since the
opera at the Teatre Comunale had already
begun.

The
theater's front hall was completely empty
as Will stepped up to the ticket counter, making his presence known
to the man who was sitting behind it and reading an Italian
newspaper. “Buona sera. How can I help you?” Even though
his voice was friendly enough, his scolding gaze clearly told the
former FBI profiler that the Italian wasn't too keen on having his
reading session interrupted.

“I
was invited by Dr. Fell. He owns a private booth here.”
Grumbling under his breath the man got up from his chair, motioning
Will to follow him as he walked towards the audience room entry. For
the most time Will ignored his mumbling since he didn't understand
Italian, but he was reasonable certain that the words were pretty
rude.

“Dr.
Fell's booth is three to the left.” The door closing behind him
Will was plunged into relative darkness, the brightly illuminated
stage the only source of light that helped him find his way. Stopping
for a moment he watched the stage, trying and failing to determine
which opera was playing. Classical music had never been his forte and
after Hannibal had almost killed him he had avoided it like the
plague.

But
since there was no need for him to be scared anymore he decided to
just ask Hannibal about the opera, searching for the booth where his
lover was supposed to sit. Carefully pushing the heavy brocade
curtains that hid the booth from view aside Will entered, taking a
deep breath as he stared at the back of Hannibal's head. His hair had
begun to grow longer, collected in a tiny ponytail that was similar
to the one he had worn in the past.

Without
turning his head away from the stage Hannibal extended his hand and
waved Will towards the seat next to him. Not even hesitating
a second the former profiler took his place, studying the silent
doctor and wondering when Hannibal would acknowledge him.

Five
minutes passed without a reaction and Will slowly started to get
nervous. Had Hannibal lost interest in him during the time they had
been separated? As if he had read his mind Hannibal's hand descended
onto his knee, patting it reassuringly. “It is nice of you to
join me, Will.”

The
warmth of Hannibal's hand was seeping through the thin material of
his pants, distracting him from the opera that hadn't really
interested him in the first place. His body was reacting to the
closeness of the older man, his cock harding slightly in excitement
over the things Will expected to happen later. In order to distract
himself from his growing agitation he let his gaze wander over the
rest of the audience, marveling at the amount of interest they had
for the stage.

“You
should watch the stage too, Will. The next scene is beautifully
constructed.” To speak Hannibal had turned towards Will, his
breath ghosting over his younger lover's ear and sending shivers down
his spine. Suppressing the urge to grin Hannibal turned back towards
the stage, waiting for the profiler's reaction.

“Which
opera is it anyway?” Will's voice was croaky and a little too
loud as if he had trouble keeping his composure while he spoke.
Letting his hand slide from Will's knee upwards to his groin Hannibal
paused as he encountered the noticeable
bulge, a small grin spreading over his face.

“It's
'Die Zauberflöte' by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.” While he
spoke Hannibal accentuated each of his words with a stroke to Will's
groin, feeling his lover's cock harden further under his
ministrations. “It has a delighting concept of the
confrontation between darkness and light, that I enjoy immensely.”
He could see that Will was biting his bottom lip in order to keep
quit as the doctor pulled down the zipper of his pants, slipping his
hand inside.

Will's
cock was a welcome weight in his hand, warm and throbbing with a
needy pulse. Speeding his ministrations Hannibal continued, still
watching the happenings on stage, where the Queen of night had just
made one of her grand entries. “The
darkness they see is mysterious and fascinating, drawing you towards
it even if you don't want to go there. Do you know this darkness,
Will?”

“Yes.”
The answer was a strangled moan, Will's hips arching out of their
seat while his hands clutched the armrests in a tight grip. His
fingernails were digging into the red velvet that cushioned their
seats, his mouth pressed tightly shut.

Hannibal
felt him draw closer to his climax as his hand sped it's movement,
spiraling Will's pleasure higher and
higher, almost matching the way the Queen's voice rose as she sang
the 'Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen' aria. And the
moment the tension reached it's pitch, culminating in the high F6
Will came, his small cry of completion drowned out by the loud
soprano of the singer.

Panting
heavily he glared at Hannibal, who retrieved his hand from his
lover's pants, bringing it to his mouth and licking his fingers
clean. Another unconscious moan escaped
Will as he watched, his tongue peeking at as if it was asking for a
taste. Unwilling to reject his lover's demand Hannibal surged
forward, their mouths fusing in a hungry kiss.

Finally
needing to break for air they rested their foreheads against each
other, forgetting the world around them as they got lost in each
other's eyes. Words weren't needed, they knew each other well enough
to communicate without speech. Meeting in another kiss they let their
tongues embrace greedily, not caring about the opera or anything else
beside the other's mouth.

“I
think we can watch the rest of the opera next weekend.” With
these words Hannibal got out of his seat, offering his hand to Will,
who eagerly took it. Leaving the theater
the two of them were grinning like school boys, both eager to get
back to Hannibal's luxurious flat.

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Clarice
cursed as she lowered the binoculars she had used to observe Will's
house. Jack had forced her to participate in another case although
she had protested, saying that hunting Lecter down was more
important. But he had stayed stubborn, which had lead to her being
absent for three days. Three fucking days and Will Graham was gone.

At
first she hadn't been too worried that his car was missing, although
he never really used it and went shopping on foot. But when he hadn't
returned after five hours she began to suspect that he wasn't home at
all. She suspected that he was hunting Hannibal, looking for personal
revenge for his ruined FBI career.

Jack
had just this afternoon told her that the psychiatrist had come to
the conclusion that Will was completely crushed by the rape he had
endured at Hannibal's hands, but that was simply bullshit. Not only
because she was certain that Hannibal had
definitely not raped Graham, but also because he hadn't looked all
that down whenever he had been home.

She
suspected that he knew where Hannibal was and had gone after him,
planning to kill the doctor. That was something Clarice wouldn't
allow. Hannibal had to be locked away, but killing him was simply a
great injustice. Why she felt this way was nothing she was keen on
analyzing, especially since she knew that
she would find an answer.

Will's
neighbor had just stepped out of his house so the young FBI agent
jogged over to her, greeting her cheerfully. “Hello. Excuse me,
but I'm looking for Will Graham. He doesn't seem to be home. Do you
have any idea where I could find him.”

“You
won't have any luck here. He left yesterday and when I asked him he
told me that he was going on a holiday. If you ask me that man
definitely needed it, ever since his wife left...”

Not
wanting to spend more of her time talking to the chatty neighbor
Clarice interrupted her. “Thanks for the information, madam,
but I don't have much time. Bye.” Not bothering to wait for the
other woman to answer her she sprinted back to her car, already
dialing the number of the closest airport.

TBC...
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