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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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Han/Will!).

Warning: Really twisted
and violent sex

Chapter 8 – Deliciously disturbed

Sudden tears were
prickling in Will's eyes, a sensation he hadn't felt since the weeks
past his confrontation with Dolarhyde. Whether
they were caused by anger or something else he couldn't say, only one
thing certain in his mind. He needed to get out of here, away from
Hannibal before he was drowned by his memories and fantasies.

Pushing back his chair
in an almost panicked frenzy the profiler rushed out of the dining
room and towards the room he had been
staying in. Now that he had finally decided to move his body started
pumping adrenaline through his system, heightening his heartbeat as
he paced through his room.

Will tried to push the
images of the evening out of his mind, tried to replace the fantasies
of Hannibal with something, anything else. But the erection he still
sported stubbornly refused to fade, little pieces of his dream
invading his thoughts again and again.

It seemed like he had
already crossed his room a hundred times when he finally sighed in
exasperation and sank down onto the bed. The rational part of him was
screaming that it was wrong as he opened his zipper and pushed down
his pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock from the confines it
had been in the whole evening. This time the sigh that escaped his
mouth was one of relief, the strain of trying to resist finally
falling away.

He knew that he would
feel guilty about this afterwards, but Will couldn't quite bring
himself to care as he wrapped his hand around his cock. The voice
from the darkest corner of his mind was roaring with laughter and
urging him on, drowning out all protests his rationality might have
had. It was too late anyway.

Moaning in pleasure he
swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, using the pre-cum he
gathered there to smooth the motions of his hand. His pleasure was
coiling tighter in his belly, his release almost close enough to
reach but not quite there.

The memory of
Hannibal's lips wrapped around his fork suddenly appeared in his mind
and pushed him over the edge, his blood rushing loudly in his ears as
all tension left his body in a splatter of cum on his belly. His
breath coming in heavy pants Will tried to get the scattered pieces
of his mind back together, the familiar guilt and disgust about
himself slowly creeping up on him.

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Maybe they had been
wrong and the estate agent wasn't connected to Lecter after all. Jack
Crawford looked at the tons of paperwork
they had already gone through, not finding the slightest connection
to Hannibal.

The only things that
kept him from giving up and telling his tired agents to go home were
his instincts telling him to keep digging
and the fact that he had no other possible lead on Will's
whereabouts.

If Hannibal had killed
the man there had to be some kind of connection. Jack was startled
out of his musings, when Clarice, who had been riffling through
drawers filled with files on houses that the agent had managed,
suddenly started to speak. “We won't find anything here.
Hannibal is far too clever to leave any paperwork behind.”

Her words sounded weary
and frustrated, but they still caused a solution to pop up in the
older agent's mind. It was so simple, they should have thought about
it earlier. “The agent kept files of all the houses he had for
sale, didn't he?”

“Yes, I just went through
them.” Clarice swiped the hair that had fallen out of her
ponytail away from her face, straitening her back as she got up from
the floor. The other agents had also momentarily ceased their work,
waiting for Jack to speak.

“We have to match the houses
that are for sale to the files on the sold ones. If a house is
labeled as sold and there is no paperwork on it, it could be the
place Lecter is hiding.” There was of course the possibility
that he had gotten it completely wrong, but it was still better than
sitting around idly and waiting for Will's corpse to turn up.

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The sun was already
creeping over the horizon, when Will finally sank into an uneasy
sleep. After his moment of weakness last evening he had spend hours
pacing his room, refusing to go to sleep for fear of dreaming of
Hannibal again.

Guilt and self-disgust
were filling his mind, his sense of self completely upset. He didn't
want to think about Hannibal anymore, about his hidden desires for
the man. They were wrong on so many levels and yet the more Will
tried to push them away, the stronger they got.

The longer he tried to
not think about Hannibal, the more forceful
thoughts of the doctor pressed into his mind, disturbing even the
smallest sliver of equilibrium he found for
himself. By the time he sat down on the bed the tiredness in his body
had become almost overwhelming, forcing him to sleep even though he
did not want to.

Too vivid were the
memories of the last dream and the desperation he had felt after
Hannibal had left him alone in the dining room. So he fought sleep
even after he had lain down, a battle he would surely lose sooner or
later, but Will wasn't ready to give up just then.

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The feel of cold metal
under his back shocked him into awareness and he opened his eyes to
stare into complete darkness. Why was he naked and lying on something
made of metal? The first thought shooting through his mind was that
Hannibal had killed him and he was on an autopsy table. Panic
sweeping through his body Will stretched his arms into the darkness
as he started to struggle, once again falling silent as he detected
more walls in his metal prison.

The banging sound his
fists had caused had barely faded when he heard footsteps approaching
him, stopping somewhere close by. Will had to close his eyes against
the brightness when the cover of the metal
plate he was on was lifted up, light flooding over his body.

Soft lips suddenly
pressed to his mouth, their taste reminding him of something he
couldn't quite grasp at the moment. But for some reason he calmed
down, pliantly parting his lips as as questing tongue asked him for
entry. Warm, wet strokes against his tongue sent tingles of sensation
through his body, clearing away the remains of his former panic.

Will opened his eyes as
the kiss was ended, barely managing to contain the scream that was
suddenly wanting to fall from his mouth. Hannibal. He was on the
dining table, the doctor leaning over him with a stiletto in his
hand. Now he also recognized the metal under his back as an
over-dimensional serving plate, the panic
he felt increasing.

“Shh Will, don't fear me.”

Hannibal's voice
shouldn't have managed to calm him down and yet it did, relaxing him
enough to not flinch back as the doctor got onto the table and
straddled his hips. An insistent erection
was pressing against his own still flaccid cock as the doctor let the
stiletto trace around his nipples, sending
shivers of arousal through his body.

His nipples pebbled as
the cold metal touched them, his cock also responding to the
sensation. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice screamed that
this was a far too dangerous game, but it was drowned out as Hannibal
started rocking his hips, their hard cocks only separated by the
fabric of the doctor's pants.

And suddenly even that
had vanished, a moan escaping Will's mouth as the sensation
intensified. His mouth was once again captured in a passionate kiss
as his legs wound around the doctor's hips of their own volition,
leaving him vulnerable and open.

Nonsensical
words filled his ears, the hypnotic quality of Hannibal's voice
calming him while the stiletto still traced patterns on his chest.
Pain shot down his spine as Hannibal forced his cock into his body,
nothing there to smooth his way. But at the same moment an even
greater agony filled his chest as the stiletto slipped beneath his
ribs, blood pouring from the wound.

He couldn't move, nor
could he scream his pain, completely transfixed in the moment. As
Hannibal started moving his hips he moaned in helpless pleasure,
agony and passion becoming one. With every stab of the doctor's hips
the stiletto cut a little deeper, peeling away skin and muscles to
bare his heart.

Will knew that he
should be disturbed by the sight, but Hannibal reaching into the
cavern he had cut and pulling out his heart almost pushed him over
the edge. The cock moving in his ass hit his prostate with unerring
precision and somehow the pain in his chest had turned to pleasure
too.

Then the doctor lifted
the heart up and brought it to his mouth, his tongue snaking out to
lick up the blood that clung to it. Too much. Will came with a cry of
Hannibal's name, his cum landing on his belly and ripping him out of
the clutches of his dream.

TBC...
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