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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
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Hello! For those of you
who wondered where I had disappeared to: I started my medicine
studies, which means I have like zero time to write, so sorry for the
long wait. This will be the last chapter and I once again want to
thank everybody who reviewed and encouraged me to continue when I
wanted to give up. This big THANK YOU is for all of you.

Chapter 14 – Mornings

Hannibal closed the
last button on his shirt, turning his head to glance over at his
still sleeping lover. Will looked positively delectable at the
moment, stretched out on the bed, arms and legs flung in every
direction, the only thing that covered his naked body a thin sheet.
The doctor internally grinned at the small happy smile that graced
his lover's features while he was lost in obviously pleasant dreams.

Silently closing the
door behind himself Hannibal donned his hat and a light coat,
stepping out into the fresh morning air to acquire
everything they would need for an exquisite breakfast. Walking across
a small piazza he relished the slight ache that throbbed in his lower
body, reminding him of the pleasant surprise Will's arrival had
brought. Not that it had been all that surprising since he had known
that Will would come to him sooner or later, but it had been good
none-the-less.

But the thrill he had
felt at sleeping with his dear profiler was nothing compared to the
thrill of knowing that he had finally won. He had gotten what he had
desired for so long, finally having the only person who could match
his intelligence as his companion.

Only a few hours spent
in the company of Will and yet they had raised in him the urge to get
rid of all the dullards he had been forced to endure while waiting
for his younger lover. But that could wait for the moment. While it
was true that Will had come to him, he couldn't yet tell what his
dear profiler truly expected. And until he knew that he would have to
amuse himself with Will and the more ordinary delights of the Italian
cuisine.

Entering a small bakery
Hannibal bought a fresh tomato-flavored bread, holding a polite
conversation with the older woman who worked there for a few minutes.
Just as he was about to leave the building a familiar, although
unexpected figure caught his attention.

Clarice didn't notice
him as she quickly crossed the small piazza, intently staring at the
map she held in her hands. Pulling his hat a little lower onto his
head Hannibal stepped out of the bakery, following the red-haired
agent silently.

Displeasure was
stirring as he watched her walk, knowing that his day would not go as
he had planned. It was most unfortunate that for some reason she
seemed to have grown obsessed with finding him, because now that he
had Will he was even less willing to risk his freedom in any way.

She had been amusing to
him in the past. A brilliant mind with a dark past hidden away in the
deep corners of her memories, but her intelligence or talent had
never even come close to his beloved. A grim expression spread over
his features as Clarice entered the small alley the entry to his flat
was located in, her stride still filled with
purpose, showing that she knew exactly where she was heading.
Too bad that she was still unawares of the dark shadow that had
followed her the whole time.

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Stretching Will allowed
his hands to search for the warm body of his lover, an involuntary
frown spreading over his features as he found nothing but sheets and
empty space. A short moment of panic and thinking that maybe he had
been deceived, but he pushed the thoughts away in a sudden flash of
annoyance.

He was certain of his
decision, but there were still parts of his old self left in his mind
and they loudly screamed at him to get back to his senses and end
this nonsense. Too bad that at the moment being with Hannibal felt
like the sanest and most normal thing in the world, which simply
meant that he pushed those voices to the back of his mind as he
slowly blinked his eyes open.

Light was streaming in
through the large windows, but there was no direct sun yet. The light
shone onto the rumpled sheets and his clothes that were still strewn
over the floor, but he could neither spot his lover nor the clothes
Hannibal had discarded the previous evening.

For a moment his mind
conjured images of Hannibal moving beneath him, his back arched in a
submissive position as Will fucked him. He could recall the exact
shade of pinkish red the doctor's skin had been flushed with and for
a moment he even smelled the mixture of musk and sweat that had
driven him insane just a few hours ago. His body instantly reacted to
the arousing memory, so Will quickly pushed it away.

Instead of focusing
on his fantasies Will directed his attention to the small note that
lay on the nightstand, written in Hannibal's elegant hand.

I have gone to get
groceries for breakfast. You smiled in your sleep. Did you dream, my
dear Will?

Months
ago the last phrase would have struck terror in his mind, but now it
prompted only a small grin. It was just what he could expect from
Hannibal, their game not really ended but simply taken to another
level. And for the first time since they began to play Will felt that
they finally stood on equal ground.

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Clarice saw nothing of the beautiful city surrounding her, didn't
notice the warmth of the slowly rising sun or the freshness of the
morning air. The only thing she cared about was the map clutched in
her hand and the tiny snippet of paper that
contained Hannibal's address. She had never
been as determined as she was at that moment, although she didn't
really know what she would do as soon as she actually found the
doctor.

Arrest Hannibal, that was what her sense of duty told her to do,
but there were other parts of her mind that insisted she had to make
sure that the doctor wouldn't be harmed by Will Graham. After
all, there was no telling what the other agent would do in his
strife for revenge.

Clarice didn't hesitate as she arrived at the small alley where
Hannibal's apartment was located, entering the cool shade of the tiny
street without any hint of fear. There was after
all no reason to be afraid. Hannibal would never hurt her and
she was sure if Graham had found Hannibal sooner than her, she would
be able to handle the other agent.

The door to the apartment was unlocked so she silently pushed it
open, finding herself in a spacious living room. Everything was
decorated in a classic, elegant Italian style, but Clarice didn't
linger to inspect the room closely. She would have time for that
later, when she had investigated the noises that came from a room to
the left side of the living room.

Silently crossing the room, her steps softened by the thick plush
carpet, Clarice crept towards the open doorway that seemed to lead
into the kitchen. Carefully peering around the corner she found Will,
opening drawers and obviously searching for something. Damn it. She
would have preferred if she had found
Hannibal before the other agent, but he had had a head
start after all.

Drawing her gun from her holster Clarice stepped around the
corner, yelling at Will to drop everything and put his hands up.

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After getting out of bed Will had gotten his discarded suitcase
from the living room, finally using the
opportunity to get a good look at
Hannibal's apartment. Everything in it screamed of exquisite taste
and Will couldn't help but grin. He hadn't expected anything less of
his lover. Not bothering to unpack his suitcase he quickly dressed
himself before going into the small Italian kitchen.

As soon as he opened the door the scent of spices assaulted his
nose, mixed with the smell of fresh basil and rosemary. He should
have expected it of somebody with refined taste in cooking, but it
still surprised him somewhat. Opening the small kitchen window he
breathed in the fresh air, reveling in the
slight breeze that caressed his body.

Deciding that the time until Hannibal's return would pass far to
slowly if he sat around idle Will began to prepare breakfast.
Unfamiliar with his lover's kitchen he began opening cupboards and
drawers, searching for plates and cutlery.

“Drop what you're holding and put up your hands.”

Shocked by the unexpected female voice Will whirled around, the
knife he had just found still firmly clutched in his hand. Clarice.
Seeing the red-haired agent was like being doused in ice water, the
reality of what he had truly gotten himself into finally catching up
to him.

The other agent was leveling a gun at
his chest, her stance determined and her gaze hard as steel. When he
had gone after Hannibal he hadn't thought that anybody would find him
and he had been careful to make sure that nobody followed him. So how
had she done it? And why?

Clarice's voice was loud in the silent kitchen as she repeated her
request. “Drop the knife and put your hands over your head.”

Before Clarice had shown up Will had wished for Hannibal to return
home quickly, but now he just hoped that his lover would take his
time. “Agent Starling.” The ice in his voice matched her
own, a calm descending on him that he hadn't felt since that fateful
night when he had finally given in to his own desires and surrendered
to Hannibal. But this time surrender was far from his mind. “What
the hell are you doing here, threatening me with a weapon? I'm only
spending my holiday here, just like my psychologist advised. I would
have expected Jack to have told you about
it.”

That was of course a complete lie, but maybe it would get rid of
the annoying woman or at least give him some information about her
intentions.

Clarice's laugh was harsh and somewhat bitter before she replied:
“No, he hasn't. But even if he had I'm not as much of a fool as
Jack is. You're here for Hannibal.” Hearing his lover's name
Will felt a surge of panic, although his
exterior stayed completely calm. She couldn't know, could she?

“I know about your lies. The despicable story about Hannibal
raping you, as if he'd ever sink that low.” Her voice had grown
even icier as she continued, her gun still leveled at Will's chest.
“I don't know why you faked it or how, but you won't get away
with harming Hannibal.”

“And why would he harm me?”
Clarice was startled by the doctor's voice, so close to her ear that
she could feel his breath ghost over her skin. She could feel the
hairs on her neck stand on end, his body so close to her's that it
sent bolts of excitement down her spine.
And suddenly she was even able to identify the emotion she had for so
long denied.

“For revenge. You destroyed his family, you almost killed
him, you ruined his life.” Clarice felt a grim satisfaction
about the look of shock that had spread over Will's face at
Hannibal's appearance, thinking that the agent probably had planned
to lay a trap for Hannibal instead of facing him head on.

“And what do you intend to do about it Clarice? Arrest first
him and then me? Put us away in a safe place with Plexiglas
walls and an amusing Dr. Chilton double or two? What will you do
Clarice?” His breath on her ear sent her mind reeling,
Hannibal's voice almost hypnotic as he talked to her.

“I...” Lost for words Clarice fell silent, not really
knowing what she should reply. Her sense of duty told her that
Hannibal had to be locked away, but the dark voice of desire spoke a
completely different tune in her mind.

“It's actually a lost clause, Clarice.” Had she been
able to see the grin spreading over Hannibal's face she would have
probably drawn back in fear. “My freedom is far to valuable to
me to give it away, even to you. Do you want to know why?”
Hannibal didn't wait for her to answer, simply continuing to speak,
his eyes fixed on Will's face.

“I finally have what I want. A companion
whose mind matches mine.” Almost as an afterthought he added.
“Will won't hurt me.”

It took Clarice a moment to realize what Hannibal had implied with
his last comment, but as soon as she understood her finger tightened
on the trigger of her gun. The urge to shoot Will suddenly stronger
than all logic or reason. The sound of the gun would have been
extremely loud, hadn't the bells of the close-by
church began to chime at that very moment, overshadowing the noise.

Hannibal had moved the same moment as Clarice, grasping her hand
and pulling it upwards, away from aiming at Will's heart. Will had
acted too. Rushing forward, guided mostly by his well-trained
survival instinct he had pushed the knife into Clarice's chest.

Blood started to trickle down Will's shoulder from where the
bullet had graced him, staining his white shirt red. Red just like it
was at his cuffs where Clarice's blood was pouring forth from
where the knife stuck in her chest.

Will's grip suddenly lost all his strength as he staggered
backwards, letting go of Clarice and causing her body to crumble
to the floor. He would have fallen too, had Hannibal not caught him
in his arms. He couldn't help but stare at the flood
of red that was spreading over the floor, pooling in the dips between
the terracotta tiles and forming small rivers.

Everything was suddenly in a haze, Hannibal talking to him and
leading him away from the kitchen, undressing him carefully and
bandaging the wound on his shoulder before finally giving him some
pills and putting him into the bed.

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Will hadn't noticed how the day had slipped away, but when the
creaking of a door finally pulled him out of his sleep it had already
gotten dark outside. He would have liked to forget about it a little
longer, but the fierce throbbing in his shoulder instantly sent
memories of Clarice's death into his mind. A shudder passed through
his body, almost imperceptible in the
darkness, but still noticed by Hannibal who stood by the door.

Quickly walking over to the bed Hannibal sat down, pulling Will
into a firm embrace. An embrace his lover immediately pulled out of,
just to capture his lips in a bruising, forceful kiss. The look on
Will's face was frantic and wild as he let himself drop backwards,
pulling the doctor on top of him. “Fuck me.”

Will's voice was harsh in the otherwise silent darkness, the
simple words implying so much more than what he had asked for. And
Hannibal knew him just well enough to understand, understand that his
demand for sex was more of a demand for reassurance that he had made
the right decision. Not hesitating
a moment longer Hannibal once again brought their mouths together in
a kiss, his tongue forcing itself between Will's lips.

Frantic hands clutched at his shoulders, clawing at his clothing
as he quickly stripped Will. Need, desire, love, desperation,
everything spiraled together into
frantic movements, moans spilling from Will's mouth as their naked
bodies touched. His voice was hoarse as he repeated his demand. “Fuck
me now.”

Usually Hannibal would have preferred to
prepare his lover properly, but that wasn't what his dear Will wanted
or needed. He wanted the slight pain that would result from not being
stretched beforehand, he wanted it as
punishment for his actions. Reaching into the nightstand Hannibal
found the bottle of lubrication and quickly slathered his erection,
his own desire spiking at the sight of Will spread out before him,
helpless and needy.

A pained moan slid from Will's throat as Hannibal entered his
body, but he still urged his lover to continue. The stretch and burn
was almost too much at the beginning, but with every thrust it faded
into the background, being replaced by unspeakable pleasure. Higher
and higher they went, moans and groans filling the room until Will
finally tumbled over the edge with a cry of Hannibal's name, his cum
splattered onto both their bellies.

Hannibal followed him with a small sigh, pressing a kiss to Will's
forehead before he slid out, wrapping himself around the agent as
they both succumbed to sleep.

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Outside the snow was falling softly as Hannibal entered the
kitchen of a large apartment in Geneva. Pressing an almost chaste
kiss to Will's mouth he sat down at the table, putting a slightly wet
newspaper down in front of himself.

It was a ritual they shared every morning, both of them sitting
down at the breakfast table and eating until Will would ask their
customary question. “So, what is happening in the world?”
And Hannibal would read the news to him, enjoying the smile that Will
sent him while he listened, absentmindedly continuing
to eat.

And just like Will avoided eating meat these days, Hannibal would
avoid the articles that he knew would make his lover uncomfortable. A
violin player who had disappeared a few days ago wasn't that
important anyway.

THE END

It's finished.*does happy dance* I'd almost given up in the end
because I had so little time to write, but now I feel really happy
that it's finally done.
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