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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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Simarillion: Thanks for
your review. I won't tell you about Clarice, but I can say that
Hannibal will have some nice surprises for his dear Will. By the way:
Will you continue your Red dragon story? I read it quite a while ago,
but I never reviewed it. I think I'll do so right after posting this.

Chapter 3 – Dinner for two

Hannibal sat in the
luxurious dining room, the table in front of him filled with the most
exquisite cuisine. Classical music filled the room, while he waited
for his favorite FBI profiler to appear. He had watched as Will
slowly came awake and explored the house, unaware of the cameras
following his every movement.

Ah, the wonders of
modern technology. The cameras allowed him to see each one of Will's
expressions, the suspicious looks he cast around each corner as if he
suspected someone to attack him. Smiling at his own thoughts Hannibal
closed the small portable monitor as Will neared the ballroom door.

It was finally time for
them to meet again. How long had he been looking forward to this day.
The whole charade he had played with Starling, nothing but a means to
reach his goal. His goal to see Will once again.

And then the door
opened. The expression on Will's face was a mixture of disbelief and
distrust as he stepped into the room, his eyes roaming over the table
stretched out in front of him. Hannibal couldn't help but smile at
the profiler, but Will's face turned into an emotionless mask.

What a pity. Will was
always at his most beautiful when emotions shone in his eyes. Whether
it was curiosity at a new case or horror and pain, while a stiletto
carved into his body. Hannibal loved all of them. But he wouldn't be
able to hide them forever anyway.

Extending his hand in
invitation Hannibal spoke: “Please take a seat. I was already
expecting you for some time.”

Suspicion immediately
shone in Will's eyes as he looked at the richly set table. He seemed
to be in a conflict of whether or not to do what Hannibal demanded of
him. Caught in his own thoughts he jumped in surprise, when Hannibal
spoke once again.

“Sit, Will. Or would you
rather insult me by refusing my generous hospitality?”

Hannibal ignored the
disbelieving snort that escaped Will's mouth as he sat down. His fair
profiler still had no idea what kind of game they were playing.
Uncorking a bottle of champagne Hannibal walked around the table,
filling Will's glass with the sparkling liquid.

Interesting. He would
have expected Will to grab the knife and try to attack him, but
obviously the thought had never even crossed his mind. This made his
game as lot easier, but not any less thrilling or interesting.

Filling his own glass
and raising it in a toast Hannibal asked Will again: “What do
you think Will, what should we drink to? Old times and old cases?”

The reaction on the
profiler's face was hard to read, but Hannibal knew him well enough.
He was scared, even though he was not showing it. Scared that he
would be dead at the end of the evening, that he would end with
another stiletto buried in his body.

A secretive smile
spreading over his face Hannibal once again tried to draw his silent
guest out of his shell. “I invited you for dinner, Will, not as
dinner.”

It seemed like this had
been the last straw since the FBI agent suddenly jumped up and
started yelling at him: “What do you want from me? Why the hell
do you keep screwing up my life whenever I think I have it under
control?” As soon as his anger had blown over Will sank back
into his chair, his voice tired and defeated as he spoke: “Just
kill me if you want to, but stop playing your goddamn games.”

His outburst obviously
leaving him powerless Will grabbed the glass of champagne and downed
it in a single large gulp. Hannibal watched the movement of his
throat as he swallowed, feeling a slight sliver of desire coil in his
belly.

But he wouldn't have
been himself if he hadn't kept this emotion perfectly hidden. He knew
that Will had been oblivious of his desire while they had first
worked together, but he had been oblivious about so many things back
then.

“What I want from you, Will?
There is so much unfinished business between us. But that shouldn't
be your concern for tonight. Why don't you eat at first and think
about this later?”

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Will couldn't help but
wonder what the doctor was playing at. When he had worked out that it
was Hannibal, who had kidnapped him he had expected to be killed and
now he was supposed to dine with the man who had almost killed him
and ruined his life more times than he wanted to remember.

It just didn't make
sense. But Hannibal was mad after all. Will stared at the food as the
older man walked over to him and filled his glass once again. It
would be a good idea to not drink it and keep a clear head, but
Hannibal had always outwitted him, no matter how clear his head had
been. Giving up on these fruitless thoughts Will continued to stare
at the food.

“Please eat, Will. I haven't
poisoned it if you were concerned about that. Besides you should know
that it wouldn't be my style.” Since he still hesitated to fill
his plate with the deliciously looking meat Hannibal continued: “It's
chicken.”

Will still wasn't sure
why he did it, but he finally placed a little of the food on his
plate. He wasn't exactly hungry, but he knew Hannibal well enough to
know that the other man would be insulted if he refused to eat. And
considering that his life was currently in the other's hand,
insulting the doctor didn't seem like such a bright idea.

Ignoring Hannibal's gaze that followed every of his movements Will
sliced into the chicken, picking up a small piece with his fork.
Slowly bringing it to his mouth he was surprised by the pleasant
taste. Not that he had expected anything Lecter choose to be tasting
badly, but he had never had a chicken that good.

Trying his best to keep the look of enjoyment off his face Will
ate another piece, the hunger he hadn't felt before suddenly
appearing. Now that he thought about it, when had he last eaten? He
didn't know, but he was certain, that it hadn't tasted as fine as
that chicken.

He could feel the memories of other diners spent in Hannibal's
company lurking at the back of his mind, but he pushed them away. He
barely noticed that he had eaten that much, but finally his plate was
empty and as he looked up, he met the doctor's eyes.

Wondering what the other man wanted to hear Will choose to take
the safest path and commented on the food: “The chicken was
good. I've never had such fine meat before.”

A pleased expression spread over the doctor's face as he steepled
his hands on the table. “I choose it specifically for you,
Will. It was made from the oysters.”

Will resisted the sudden urge to throw up as pictures of
Hannibal's past victim flashed through his mind. He couldn't be sure
that Lecter had made the comment deliberately to remind him of the
evening they had almost killed each other or if it was merely a
coincidence. But he knew Hannibal well enough to at least think it
likely.

Grabbing for his glass and downing it once again, Will tried to
push the sickness away. Slowly but surely he felt the alcohol affect
his system, relaxing him further than he should be in the company of
a ruthless serial killer. But if he were truthful to himself he would
have had to admit that he had been more at ease since Hannibal had
kidnapped him.

Now the danger wasn't just a shadow lurking in the darkness of his
dreams, but an old enemy he knew almost as well as himself. It was a
strangely comforting thought to know that he didn't have to decide
about his life anymore. Lecter would end it at any time he pleased to
do so and until then it couldn't hurt to talk to him. That at least
was the advice his subconscious supplied and for once in his life
Will listened to it.

“So, do you still plan to eat my heart?”

The smile spreading over Hannibal's face was unreadable. It
brought thoughts that he had long denied and suppressed back to his
head. Quickly pushing them back into the darkest corner of his mind,
where they rightfully belonged, Will awaited the doctor's answer.

“Ah, my dear Will. It is not as easy as that. I still do
desire your heart, but I haven't decided on how to eat you yet.”

A last secretive smile in his direction and Hannibal stood up from
the table, leaving a confused FBI profiler behind. Unsure of what the
words he had just heard meant Will stared at the door Hannibal had
gone through, trying to ignore the voice in his mind that whispered
unspeakable suggestions to him.

TBC...
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