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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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I'm finally able to
update this story again. I hope that some of my readers are still
around.

Chapter 7 – Toying with your heart

A heart and a stiletto,
both gleaming in the warm light of the overhead chandelier. It took
Will a moment to realize that the heart was made of chocolate, but
the stiletto was real enough. Fear was suddenly coursing through his
body, causing his breathing to come in short pants as his heart
drummed in his ears.

Run, he had to run. But
Will simply couldn't move. He was frozen in his seat, staring at the
platter in front of him in horror and fascination. Hannibal's breath
was still ghosting over his ear, reminding him of the doctor's
immediate presence.

Will hadn't even
noticed that his fingers were tightly gripping the table, his
fingernails digging into the expensive table cloth. He was
suffocating in panic and fear, but just like the rabbit in front of
the snake he was unable to run as memories blurred with the vision in
front of him.

'I think I'll eat your
heart.' The words were endlessly echoing in his mind as Will stared
at the heart in front of him, the scar on his belly aching with
remembered pain. It wasn't real, it were merely memories. But he
couldn't ignore the gleaming blade in front of him.

His mind screamed at
him to grab the stiletto and attack Hannibal, but he couldn't. No
matter how hard he tried to move he simply couldn't, panic freezing
his body. And the heat of Hannibal's breath was still on his ear as
the doctor silently looked over his shoulder, regarding his
reactions. Will couldn't see Hannibal's face, but he was certain that
the other man's expression would be one of amusement at his terror.

“You don't seem to like your
surprise, Will.”

Almost jumping out of
his chair in shock Will found that Hannibal's voice had jolted him
out of his terrified stupor. But now that he could have moved he
still didn't dare to do so since Hannibal had picked up the stiletto,
examining the blade in the light. It was sharp.

Will could imagine how
easily it would slice through his skin, sever muscles and tendons. He
could practically feel the blade slipping into his body, his hot
blood pouring over his skin. And the images this brought forth should
be terrifying, but they only reminded him of his dream, of the feel
of Hannibal's naked body against his. Maybe he had finally snapped,
because seeing the stiletto gleam in the lamp light caused his cock
that had softened due to the shocked surprise to harden again. A
completely sick feeling.

“Do you remember what it felt like as it slipped into your
body?” The words send another jolt of lust through his body as
Will tried his best to remind himself that Hannibal was talking about
the stiletto. He had to remind himself that the rest had been merely
a dream, but the memories of both occurrences were so vivid that they
blurred together in his mind. Dream and reality, did it even matter
now?

“Of course, you do.” Will's breathing hitched in a
mixture of fear and anticipation as Hannibal stepped behind him,
bringing the stiletto close to his throat. The cold metal on his skin
should have frightened him but the sensation sent shivers down his
body, reminding him that he was really fucked up.

He suddenly remembered telling Hannibal that he had a disadvantage
because he was insane. Just right at this moment it felt like he too
had slipped into insanity and leveled their playing ground again,
even if Hannibal still had and would probably always have the upper
hand. It was simply useless to fight.

Sudden resignation sweeping through his body Will relaxed into his
chair, the stiletto still pressing against the veins in his neck.
What did it matter if Hannibal killed him now? He had taken
everything else Will had valued in his life, so ultimately taking
this life was just the next step.

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Hannibal felt Will relax as he forced the tension out of his body.
He was well aware that it was resignation rather than real
relaxation, but it was a start none the less. It would be so much
easier if Will didn't fight it, if he just surrendered to him
completely.

Easing the stiletto away from the profiler's throat Hannibal
whispered in his ear: “I want your heart and your life, all of
you.” He felt Will shiver at his words, whether it was in fear
or something else he did not know, but pressing his nose closer to
the agent's skin he could smell the musk of arousal underneath what
was typical Will. Perfect.

The course of his little game set the doctor continued to speak,
while Will still stayed stubbornly silent. “But not tonight. I
want to show you something else.”

Pressing himself as close to Will's back as possible Hannibal felt
their body heat mingle as he leaned forward, pulling the plate with
the heart a little closer. His arms were placed on top of Will's
shoulders and he could speak directly in his dear profiler's ear.
Tracing the lines of the heart with the stiletto he began to talk.

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Will wondered if the doctor had any idea what he was doing to him,
what the words whispered into his ear did to his body. He hated it
and wanted it to stop immediately and yet his body yearned for more,
his cock hungrily throbbing in his pants. The words whispered in his
ear were meaningless to him, even if he registered them. What
mattered was the seductive quality of Hannibal's voice, flowing over
his body like honey.

Vena cava superior, Arcus aortae, Arteria pulmonalis sinistra. He
traced each blood vessel as he explained their function, enticing
Will's senses with his almost hypnotic powers. The Latin words
sounded like magic spells to Will, drawing him deeper into Hannibal's
net of seduction.

He was trapped, trapped like a fly in a spider's web, wondering if
the spider even intended to capture him in this way. Capture him,
weave him into his net and then wait for the opportune time to
consume his body. The thought made him shudder with something like
fear, but not entirely so.

He was far too deep in the game to be scared, far too lost to fear
Hannibal. Even if he escaped now, there would be no way out, no
getting away from the trap he was now in. Will managed to suppress a
moan as Hannibal continued to speak, his lips almost close enough to
Will's ear to touch. Pure torture as Hannibal traced the Vena
brachiocephalica sinistra with his stiletto, explaining it's
function.

But then he finally fell silent and Will allowed himself to
breathe in relaxation. Maybe the doctor was finished now, having
shown and explained each blood vessel, torturing him with his sensual
voice. The voice that had already enticed him years ago. But back
then he had been stronger, had still been able to deny the doctor's
charm. Now he couldn't, his mind stripped of all it's defenses.

He simply wanted to turn around and press Hannibal's mouth to his,
but he managed to resist the urge. Who was to say that this wasn't
what Hannibal was aiming for? To make him want, just to push him
away, leaving him alive and in pieces like he had already done twice.
It was better to just endure and maybe die than to suffer forever.

The slight relaxation that had spread through his body when
Hannibal had stopped to speak was immediately turned into fierce,
shocked tension as the doctor unexpectedly plunged the stiletto into
the heart.

In the first shocked moment Will thought that it was blood pouring
forth from the chocolate heart, but the sweet aroma of cherries that
suddenly filled his nose told him otherwise. Hannibal had resumed
speaking again, heightening the tension in Will's body even more.

“Can you see it, Will? The Apex cordis and the strong
muscles, that make your heart beat? I imagine the muscles in your
heart to be especially strong. What a fine meal they would make.”
Will was shivering now, but in arousal rather than terror. Hannibal's
voice was coiling the pleasure in him tighter and tighter, making him
long for some kind of touch on his needy cock. But not by his own
hands since they were still viciously grabbing the table, almost
splintering the wood with their force.

More blood-red fruit sauce poured out of the heart as Hannibal
sliced upwards, opening the Ventriculus dexter and the Atrium
dextrum. Both caverns were filled with gleaming red sauce, a few lone
cherries resting there.

Seemingly satisfied with the opening he had created Hannibal
dipped the stiletto deeper inside, the blade gleaming blood-red as he
pulled it out again. The aroma of cherries clouded Will's senses as
the doctor brought the stiletto closer to his mouth. “Open up,
Will.”

Even though he knew it to be cherries he almost expected the
coppery taste of blood as he opened his mouth and allowed Hannibal to
slide the stiletto over his tongue. But there was only unbelievable
sweetness to be found. Will almost closed his eyes in pleasure,
unaware of the amused expression flitting over the older man's
features.

“I think this is enough for tonight.” Hannibal's lips
touched his ear as he spoke and Will couldn't prevent a slight moan
from slipping out of his mouth.

And then everything was gone. The warmth on his back from where
Hannibal had stood, his breath on his ear and the cool blade of the
stiletto that had lingered on his tongue just seconds before. The
only thing left behind was Will, hard and aching in his chair,
confusion and denial once again welling up in his body as he stared
at the chocolate heart sitting on it's silver platter.

TBC...
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