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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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Chapter 6 – Second helpings

It had taken most of
Will's courage to walk up to the dining room
door and reach out to open it. He could see the nervous trembling in
his fingers as they closed around the door knob and pulled. Nothing.
The door was locked. Will was unaware of the dumbstruck expression
that had spread over his features until the fact that the door was
locked had permeated his mind.

All the nerve-wracking
anticipation he had felt the whole way from his room until here for
nothing. Feeling laughter bubble up in his chest Will quickly
squashed it down, his reaction a little too hysterical for his own
liking.

Taking a few deep
breaths Will managed to calm himself enough to think logical. It had
been stupid of him to expect that Hannibal would wait for him in the
dining room whenever he went there, but it
had at least been a nice, somewhat calming illusion.

The truth was that
Hannibal could be anywhere and would most likely appear at the moment
Will was most unprepared to meet him. But he still needed something
to do to pass the time. Looking back down the hallway he had come
from the profiler decided to once again try the many doors he could
see.

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He was almost back at
his own room, when he heard soft music filtering through one of the
doors. It was a classical piece that he didn't know the name of, but
he had heard it at Hannibal's office during the Hobbes case. The
music immediately brought up unbidden images of the past as he
remembered Hannibal standing in front of his desk and softly moving
his hand in time with the music. Gritting his teeth as he forced the
images away Will reached for the door knob.

The music grew a little
louder as the door swung open, revealing a luxurious library. He once
again remembered the way Hannibal's old study had looked, but before
he could curse his eidetic memory the thought had already passed.

No matter what he
thought about Hannibal, the man's dedication was admirable. Will
couldn't remember ever having seen a private book collection quite
this large, an enticing mixture of thick, old volumes and shiny,
modern books. At least he had something to do now.

Spotting the cd player
in one corner of the room he quickly got rid of the classical music,
the sound bringing too many memories to the surface for him to be
comfortable. Will's fingers idly traced the spines of the books as he
walked along the shelves.

Hannibal's impeccable
taste was reflected in works of Shakespeare and Homer, E.A. Poe and
Goethe, Blake and Byron, and countless other famous and not so famous
writers of past and present. But not only his taste was exquisite,
but also his different assortment of languages. Will spotted books in
French and Italian,
some in Russian and Greek,
and a few volumes he didn't even know the language of.

He had almost reached
the corner farthest from the door, when his gaze fell on a book that
immediately had him stepping back in sudden terror. The Larousse
Gastronomique. How often had his nightmares featured this book and
now he once again saw it in reality.

The urge to run and
hide away in his room was almost stifling,
but Will managed to resist, only making a few steps backwards. It was
merely a book. But maybe it would be for the best if he stayed closer
to the door in his exploration of the library, since there Hannibal
had less opportunities to surprise him. His
conscious was happy with this simple
explanation so he quickly walked back towards the door, ignoring the
part of him that screamed at him that he was a coward.

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Will hadn't noticed how
quickly time had passed as he buried himself in the books. Finally
his thoughts were free of Hannibal and the past, of his dreams and
his desires. After he had settled comfortably in a plush armchair
Will only rose once to switch on the light as it grew too dark to
read, otherwise grabbing whatever book was closest to him.

The sudden ringing of a
phone startled him into dropping the book
he had been reading. Staring at the offending object for a few
seconds Will picked up the receiver, fairly certain whose voice he
would hear.

“Hello, dear Will. I hope you
enjoyed my library, but I would now like for you to join me for
dinner.”

It always angered Will
how Hannibal could disguise a command as a polite request, but he
knew that he would comply anyway. He could of course give in to the
temptation and simply stay in the library, but that would only serve
to anger the doctor, which wouldn't have been that smart a move.

Neatly placing the
books back to where he had taken them from Will left the library,
casting a last glance in the direction of the Larousse Gastronomique.

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The moment Will entered the dining room he started to wonder if
Hannibal was able to read his mind. He was dressed in clothes that
looked almost exactly like the ones he had worn in his last dream,
immediately sending Will's imagination into overdrive.

He shouldn't think about the dream, no, nightmare of last night,
but the closer he stepped to the table and to Hannibal, the more his
mind focused on the way the other man had looked in his dream, the
sounds he had made. Feeling the first slivers of arousal stir in his
cock Will hurried over to the table, unawares of the amused
expression that flitted over Hannibal's face.

“Good evening, Will. I hope tonight will be as enjoyable as
the last.”

Fighting the blush that threatened to spread over his cheek as the
images he had just managed to push away entered his mind again Will
looked down on his plate. If he believed in powers like mind reading
he would now be convinced that the doctor was perfectly aware of what
he had dreamed the last night, but fortunately he didn't. The
rational part of his mind told him that the other man was merely
being polite and that he mustn't let Hannibal know how uncomfortable
the conversation made him.

“Of course.”

His answer sounded a little too nervous, but it still didn't
betray the reason for his nervousness. Trying to concentrate on his
plate Will managed to not look at Hannibal, while the doctor served
him a bowl of deliciously smelling tomato soup. As he turned around
to walk back to his own place Will couldn't help but sneak a quick
glance at his ass, immediately regretting it afterwards.

Hannibal's pants weren't tight at all, but his imagination
sometimes simply was too good. The other man could have worn four
layers of clothing and Will would still have been able to imagine the
taunt curve of his ass. Quickly moving his chair a little closer to
the table Will tried to hide the erection that his thoughts had
inspired. Shit. He thought he had gotten his desires under control,
but it had been so much easier while he hadn't been forced to look at
Hannibal.

Frantically searching for any kind of conversation to guide his
thoughts away from his current problem Will said the first thing that
sprung to his mind. “Why aren't you eating anything?”

The grin on Hannibal's face couldn't be described as anything
other than wolfish, sending a shiver of both fear and lust down
Will's spine. “I don't want to spoil my appetite for the main
course.” The shiver that now raced through Will's body was
definitely one of fear as he grasped for his wine glass, quickly
taking a large gulp.

“I have prepared such a fine lamb roast and it would be a
waste if I was already full from the soup.” Fear immediately
turned to anger as Will heard Hannibal continue to speak. The bastard
had done that deliberately, once again toying with him like a cat
toys with a mouse. Will hated being that mouse, but he had no other
choice for the moment.

At least anger and fear had mostly taken care of his hard-on,
allowing him to relax as much as possible in his present company. And
considering that it was a serial killer who was currently cleaning
away his bowl of soup to serve him a plate of lamb roast, he was
unusually calm. Or maybe that was simple resignation, but it didn't
matter anyway.

He was aware of the amused expression on Hannibal's face while he
eyed the meat as if it would bite him any moment, but finally he
forced himself to cut into it. Bloody. His stomach churning at the
sight Will quickly put a few potatoes in his mouth, forcing them down
with a bit of wine.

Since he couldn't busy himself with the food like he had done with
the soup Will's eyes were involuntarily drawn to Hannibal's face,
watching as his mouth wrapped around a piece of meat on his fork.
Damn it. His cock had immediately hardened again, but this time he
simply couldn't look away. It was too tempting to watch the pink
tongue snake out from between the doctor's lips, licking away a drop
of sauce that lingered there.

The longer he watched Hannibal eat, the more Will wanted to either
run and hide or stroke his cock. The images of the doctor's lips
wrapped around his cock instead of a fork started swirling in his
mind, arousing him even further. His hand had cramped around the fork
he held, his knuckles white from the force.

He would have sighed in relief when the last piece of meat had
finally disappeared from Hannibal's plate, but he had already allowed
himself far too many displays of weakness for one night. Hopefully it
would be over soon, allowing him to rush back to his room and try to
forget the other man.

“I hope you aren't too full yet, Will. I would hate to be
forced to eat the dessert all by myself.”

Will knew that Hannibal was once again mocking him, considering
the fact that he hadn't eaten a single piece of the lamb roast. And
now, as if his luck hadn't been bad enough already, he was also
forced to suffer through dessert, his hard cock straining against the
material of his pants and demanding his attention.

Classical music suddenly filled the room, a piece that Will had
never heard before. Usually he hated the music, mostly because each
piece brought forth memories of Hannibal, but this one was actually
quite nice. Soothing and calming, washing over him like a faint
breeze. But he wasn't allowed his escape for long since the clang of
a silver platter shook him out of it.

Whatever Hannibal had prepared was still hidden under a silver
cover, but Will was distracted anyway. The doctor's warm breath
ghosting over his ear send more shivers down his spine as he waited
for the surprise to be revealed. A mixture of anticipation, fear and
lust was stirring in his belly, quickening his breathing a little.

But the moment Hannibal lifted the cover Will simply forgot to
breathe.

TBC...
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