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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.

Chapter List
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Thanks to
Obsidian_Butterfly and Simarillion for their reviews. The chapter
took me longer than I had planned, but I hope that it makes up for
the wait.

Warning: This chapter
shows a much darker side of Will. There will be violence, voyeurism
and cannibalism. I doubt that it will be a problem for someone, who
has seen the Hannibal movies, but I'll still warn you.

Chapter 4 – Do you dream?

Jack Crawford started
to worry, when Will still hadn't returned from his walk three hours
after he had left. He knew that Graham sometimes needed to be alone
to clear his head from all the thoughts swirling around in it, but it
had already gotten dark and the dinner his wife had prepared had
grown cold an hour ago.

Maybe it would have
taken him longer to finally decide to call his team together for an
emergency meeting, but the call from another FBI department shook him
up. They only had a few blurry photos as proof, but their content
just couldn't be denied. Hannibal Lecter had returned to the States.

It was merely a lucky
coincidence that had lead to the photos, but Jack hoped that it would
give them enough advantage over the insane doctor to find Will Graham
alive and hopefully well. There was of course no proof that Lecter
had abducted Graham, but who else had a reason to do so?

During the emergency
briefing Crawford could see the fear shine out of the eyes of most of
his agents. Fear for their colleague, fear
for themselves, but most of all fear of Hannibal Lecter, the serial
killer who to them seemed like a monster that had just jumped out of
their worst nightmare.

The only one who seemed
calm and collected was Clarice, but that woman had always been hard
to read, one of the reasons he had chosen
her for talking to Lecter during the Buffalo Bill case. That seemed
so long ago now, although it wasn't.

He himself had to admit
that he was a little scared too and also slightly guilty. He had
known that once again being faced with Hannibal would destroy the
life Will had built for himself, but he hadn't expected it to get out
of hand this fast. They needed to find Will quickly, not only to save
his life, but also to ease his own guilty conscience.

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Hannibal reclined in
a comfortable armchair, his posture
radiating confidence and relaxation into the dark, empty room. The
only light flickering over his face was that of the monitor in front
of him. His eyes were following each of Will's movements, from his
entrance into the room up to the wary hand rubbing over his face as
he sunk down on the bed.

For Will the evening
seemed to be over, but for him it had only just begun. The dinner had
merely been the first course, wetting his appetite for the main
course and a show. His eyes never left the monitor as his hand
reached out for a glass of white wine, savoring
the fruity aroma that enticed his senses.

Raising his glass in a
toast to the screen Hannibal took a first sip, while he watched as
Will slowly unbuttoned his shirt, carelessly throwing it aside. The
wine was like velvet on his tongue as he rolled it around in his
mouth, feeling the first slivers of arousal coil in his belly as
Will's body was revealed.

The scar was still
visible. Sadly it had faded a bit, but Hannibal supposed that in his
dear Will's mind it was still as vivid as it had been before. He had
of course never had the chance to see it right after it had healed,
but he could imagine how it would have felt under his fingers. Red
and swollen, heatedly pulsing under his touch.

Putting his glass aside
Hannibal leaned closer to the screen as Will continued with his show.
If he hadn't known better Hannibal might have suspected that the
profiler was teasing him deliberately, since he turned his back to
him, right before sliding his pants over
his narrow hips.

His pants tightened
deliciously as Will's firm ass was revealed. He could imagine how the
flesh would bruise if he bit into it, claiming and marking what he so
desperately desired. All the psychologists that had so stupidly tried
to figure him out had always supposed that killing was his obsession.
How wrong they had been.

But how could they have
known? None of them had ever been inadvertently
teased by Will Graham, walking around in their office without the
slightest clue of how edible he looked while thinking. He had told
Clarice that one starts to desire what one sees everyday, a feeling
he knew all too well.

Ah, Will had spotted
the silken pajamas that had been laid out
for him. It was a pity that the agent would now cover the skin that
so enticed him, but he needed to make his guest feel comfortable. It
wasn't yet time to reveal the game he was playing, but he was already
eagerly waiting for that day to come.

Hannibal reached over
to the small table next to him, grabbing a plate with asparagus that
had been bundled with fine slices of meat, while Will still
suspiciously eyed the pajamas. He could
almost see the thoughts shooting through Will's head, the battle
between his will to defy Hannibal and his wish to sleep in the
luxurious clothing. Just as the doctor's knife sliced into the meat,
comfort finally won out and Will turned around, the clothes loosely
dangling in his hand.

Mmh. All of his senses
were being caressed by the most exquisite of pleasures. His eyes slid
over Will's body, briefly lingering on the muscled abdomen and the
scar, before focusing on the agent's cock.

He could only imagine
how Will would taste, but it would most likely surpass
the aroma of the meat that currently assaulted his taste buds. A
liar's tongue. He had chosen the perfect
body part to eat after the estate agent, who had sold this house had
so shamelessly tried to cheat him into paying more than it was worth.

Once again raising his
glass in a toast Hannibal watched as Will, who was now dressed in the
silken pajamas, slid under the covers,
before softly speaking into the empty room. “Will you dream, my
dear Will?”

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Will knew that he was
dreaming, when he found himself in Hannibal's study, old memories
being brought to the fore by recent happenings. He should have known
that he would have this nightmare again, but he had let himself be
lulled into safety and sleep by luxurious sheets.

And now the memories
that had assaulted his mind every night for a whole year after he had
left the hospital the first time were back again. Standing in front
of the book shelf Will reached out towards the Larousse
Gastronomique, knowing that he needed to turn and shoot Hannibal
before the stiletto sliced into his body and yet he couldn't move. He
didn't want to and yet he opened the book on the marked page.

On that fateful day the
word had been 'sweetbreads', but now he could read 'Will's heart',
written in Hannibal's unmistakable style. And then there was the
small noise that always caused him to turn, even if he didn't want
to. He didn't want to face Hannibal. He wanted to die with the
stiletto stuck in his back. It was cowardly, but it was better than
always seeing the expression in Lecter's eyes, the expression he had
never quite managed to understand.

But as soon as he
whirled around the dream veered away from how it usually went. There
wasn't the sudden sharp pain he had expected, but the pleasant
feeling of lips forcefully pressed onto his own. His mind was reeling
in puzzlement, but his body seemed to know what to do.

He could feel himself
press forward, pushing his rapidly stiffening cock against Hannibal's
answering erection. A moan slipped from his lips, but for once it was
one of pleasure rather than pain. Taking the opportunity he was given
Hannibal wriggled his tongue into Will's mouth, exploring the wet
cavern with a fierce, passionate hunger.

Will had to put his
arms around the doctor's neck, dizziness and lust sweeping through
his body as Hannibal let go of his lips to suck and lick along his
throat. His hands were already busying themselves with Will's shirt,
quickly opening button after button.

He would have liked to retaliate, to feel Hannibal's naked skin
too, but the skilled hands playing with his nipples were distracting
him from the task of unbuttoning the doctor's shirt. Giving up with a
groan of mixed frustration and lust Will let his fingers slide into
Hannibal's hair, surprised at it's softness.

Sliding lower on his body the older man attacked Will's nipples
with his mouth, sucking until they were swollen and red. His hands
had moved down to Will's ass, cupping the firm globes.

Will just couldn't stand it anymore. He needed more skin-on-skin
contact. Grabbing the doctor's shirt he pulled, ignoring the slight
chuckle that fell from Hannibal's mouth as it tore. He would have
liked to taste the older man's nipples, but he was firmly pushed back
against the bookshelf.

More moans tumbled from his mouth as Hannibal's hands sneaked
into the back of his trousers, cupping his ass and teasingly trailing
along his crease. He was too distracted by Hannibal's mouth, that had
once again attached itself to his nipples, to notice that his pants
had been pulled down, but a firm hand closing around his cock alerted
him to it.

He could have come on the spot, Hannibal's warm breath ghosting
over his ear. His eyes seemed to have closed without his notice, when
the older man whispered into his ear: “Open your mouth.”
He was strangely scared of doing so, but he still hesitantly
parted his lips. As soon as he recognized
the pressure wanting to enter there as fingers, he eagerly sucked
them inside.

His moan of loss as the saliva-slicked digits were taken away from
him was quickly swallowed by Hannibal's mouth, that once again
replaced the fingers. Anticipating what was to come next Will slung
one of his legs around the doctor's hips, feeling nothing but bare
skin.

The slicked fingers first ghosted over his waiting hole, sending
shivers all over his body. He couldn't remember ever wanting anything
as much as these fingers finally dipping into his body and yet they
did nothing but teasingly massage his entrance. Opening his eyes he
found Hannibal almost manically grinning at him, but before he could
complain the first finger slid into his body, deliciously filling
him.

Needy moans were filling the room and if Will had been aware that
he was the one emitting them he would have
been embarrassed. But he was too focused on
the lone finger sliding in and out of his body, wanting and needing
more. Hannibal seemed to understand his wordless plea, quickly adding
a second finger.

It had been so long since he had last felt the burning sensation
of being stretched and filled. Hannibal gently scissored his fingers,
searching until Will finally cried out in pleasure. Bolts of ecstasy
were shooting through his body, right down to his cock, causing
pearly drops of pre-cum to appear there. And it still wasn't enough.

He would have cried in loss as the fingers were withdrawn, but
Hannibal left him no time to do so. Quickly swiping the pre-cum away
from Will's cock and using it to slick himself Hannibal slid inside,
drawing another cry of pleasure out of Will.

Pleasant pain. The burning sensation was so much stronger than
what the fingers had created, but so was the pleasure. Hannibal moved
in and out of his body in quick, heated thrusts, repeatedly scraping
over his prostate.

His orgasm was like a spring, coiling tighter and tighter, ready
to unwind, but it just wasn't enough. And then there was pain.
Absolute pain as Hannibal pushed the stiletto into his abdomen,
carving upwards.

Crying out Hannibal's name Will's orgasm rushed through him, blood
and semen mixing on his belly and lazily dripping onto
the carpet. He had barely finished his scream when he sat up in his
bed, panting heavily.

Tears were suddenly running down his cheeks as the pictures of his
dream just refused to go out of his head. He was scared to look under
the sheets, afraid that it would be blood rather than his cum that
soaked through the pajamas. An irrational
fear, he knew and yet he couldn't shake it off.

TBC...
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