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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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Caryn: Thanks for your
wonderful review. I'm happy that you like my characterization, since
especially Hannibal is difficult to figure out.

Simarillion: Thanks for
reviewing again. It will still take some time until Will is ready for
Hannibal's plan, but there will definitely be another dinner soon.

The poem Hannibal
quotes in this chapter is “Bridal Ballad” by E. A. Poe.

Chapter 5 - Haunted

Hannibal watched with
interest as Will moved in his sleep. His body was hidden under the
covers, but the moans spilling from his lips left no doubt about the
nature of what he dreamed. A smile spread over the doctor's features
as he zoned the camera in on Will's face, pleasure clearly written
there.

“Whom do you dream about,
Will?”

Never before had his
dear FBI agent looked as beautiful as right now. Sweat had appeared
on his forehead, forming tiny pearls that Hannibal longed to swipe
away with his tongue. His own arousal increased the longer he watched
Will's movements, wishing the blanket and clothing away.

But Hannibal was
nothing if not patient. He could wait until Will was able to face his
attraction and wouldn't try to run away from him. Until then he had
to contend himself with watching as his own hand lazily stroked his
hardened cock through his pants.

The intensity of Will's
dream seemed to increase, his struggles having pushed the blanket
down to pool around his hips. If he concentrated hard enough Hannibal
could see his perked nipples outlined under the soft silken pajama,
the thought of biting into the small nubs bringing him closer to his
own climax. And then Will suddenly went rigid.

“Hannibal.”

His name was echoing
through the otherwise silent room, enough to spontaneously push him
over the edge. He could feel his own release seep into his pants,
while Will sat up in his bed panting heavily and suddenly looking
quite miserable.

What a pleasant
surprise. Hannibal had expected Will to release and wake up, but he
hadn't even considered the possibility of his dear profiler screaming
his name. This was another wonderful twist in his little game and it
would make it even easier to win his fair Will over.

Meanwhile Will was
struggling out of his blanket, a look of disgust on his face as he
quickly pulled off his pants. He threw on his clothes from the day
before and started to restlessly pace the room.

Hannibal could
practically hear the thoughts swirling around in his head, the
disgust, the memories, but most of all fear. Fear not of Hannibal,
but of his own mind. The darkness he had recognized inside himself
had always been what scared Will most and now he was faced with it
again.

Watching Will brought a
poem he had read a while ago back to his mind. It so fitted his
fragile beloved as he paced through the dark room, constantly
muttering words of denial. Raising his almost empty glass to the
monitor Hannibal softly recited the word into the darkness.

“Would God I could awaken! For
I dream I know not how! And my soul is sorely shaken lest an evil
step be taken.”

Emptying the glass
Hannibal switched the monitor off before leaving the room. He would
let Will stew until tonight, give his dear profiler time to think
about his dream. And he would think about it, that much Hannibal was
certain of. Will would probably think of nothing but his dream for
the whole day. A triumphant smile spreading over his face Hannibal
closed the door to the observation room.

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It was barely ten in
the morning and Will was slowly going insane. He hadn't been able to
go back to sleep after his strange and disturbing dream and had
instead spend the rest of the night pacing his room, trying to get
the images out of his head.

Unsuccessfully of
course. He just couldn't forget the feel of Hannibal's lips on his
own and at some moments he thought he even felt a phantom soreness in
his ass. But it was not only the dream that haunted his mind.

It had been joined by
memories of the past they shared, memories of countless hours spend
in Hannibal's company. Will hated to admit it, but he had been
attracted to the doctor back then, had even thought about acting on
these desires.

And now they were back
to haunt him, forcing images and thoughts into his mind. But it
wasn't these thoughts that disturbed him the most. It were the
feelings that accompanied them, the longing and desire. It was
overshadowed by guilt, but it was still there.

He tried his best to
ignore the little voice at the back of his mind, that insisted they
had always been there. The voice belonged into the deepest, darkest
corner of himself, where he had not only hidden the memories of
Hannibal, but also the small twinge of happiness he had felt when
Freddy Lounds had died. It was a part of him that scared him most and
that only Hannibal had ever looked at.

He needed to stop,
needed to get away from these thoughts, but there was nothing in his
room to occupy himself with. He remembered that it had been the same
after he had first visited Hannibal at the mental hospital.

That memory also
brought forth memories he had completely forgotten, buried under tons
of denial and guilt. He now remembered the night after his first
visit, remembered what he had done. The quick call to Molly and then
the frantic movements of his hand on his cock as he tried to think of
her, but was always assaulted with pictures of Hannibal.

Five past ten. Damn it.
It seemed that even time was in a devilish pact with Hannibal,
running slower than it was supposed to. Turning away from the clock
he looked out of the window, but the only thing the view told him was
that his window was secured with heavy iron bars and that the mansion
was surrounded by a beautiful garden.

Wishing he could be out
there even though a slight drizzle was coming down, Will once again
looked at the clock. Seven past ten. His thoughts were still endless
swirling around the topic of Hannibal, always coming back to him no
matter what he tried to think about. Maybe it would be the best to
simply face the doctor and take whatever he dished out. Summoning the
bravery Hannibal had so often mocked him with he walked out of the
door.

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Jack Crawford paced in
his study, hoping that better news would soon come to him. Will was
already missing for over twelve hours and all they knew was that
Hannibal was back in the country. He could be anywhere and Will could
already be long dead.

Trying to will away the
headache that constantly threatened to attack his mind he directed
his attention to Clarice, who was silently brooding over a map. The
look on her face betrayed none of her feelings, but Jack thought he
saw her frown, while she believed that he wasn't looking.

Now that Will was
missing she was the person with the most knowledge about Hannibal
Lecter, but even she didn't know where to look for him. It was almost
scary with how much determination she watched the videos of Will and
Lecter's talks, endlessly replaying them again and again.

He had no idea what she
was looking for, but hopefully she would find it before Will was
dead. Once again focusing on the stack of completely useless
information piled on his desk Jack was startled when a young agent
suddenly opened his door.

The young man looked
completely out of breath, clutching a folder to his chest as he
approached Crawford's desk. “Agent Crawford, we were just
notified of an unusual death that might be connected to Hannibal
Lecter.”

As soon as Lecter's
name had come up Clarice's attention had veered away from the map,
focusing on the young agent. Taking the file that was held out to him
Jack quickly scanned it's contents before picking up his phone.

“I want all agents concerned
with the Lecter case in a meeting room, asap.” Finally there
was a little hope again.

TBC...
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