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Chapter 9 – Surrender

Will shot into a
sitting position the moment he awoke, panting heavily. Self-disgust
was the only thing he felt as he remembered his dream, the tears that
had already threatened to fall the evening
before finally pouring down his face.

His pajama
bottoms were plastered to his groin, soaked in the remainder of his
dream. He wanted to get out of them, to forget the dream, but Will
couldn't find the energy to do so. Everything was just too strange,
too sick for him to even think about it.

He remembered the feel
of the stiletto sliding into his body and instead of the horror he
should have felt he only found a faint sliver of arousal stir in his
belly. What had he turned into? Will didn't know, just that if
somebody else felt the way he did, he would send them to the next
psychiatric clinic. Madness was the only
thing he could call the emotions raging inside of him.

No matter how disgusted
he was with the thought he still wanted to be with Hannibal, to feel
the man pressed up against every inch of his skin. The mere thought
sent a thrill of mixed ecstasy and terror
through his body. His worst nightmares and fantasies had somehow
become one, taking over every other part of his thinking.

Looking out of the
window Will noticed that it was already late afternoon, the sun
slowly wandering towards the horizon. It would be dinner time soon.
Could he stand another night of Hannibal pretending to be a nice host
and striking feelings of lust and fear in his body? The profiler
didn't think so. It had to end, one way or another.

Maybe this was another
bout of his madness, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He almost
looked forward to being killed by Hannibal. It would finally end the
insanity that had taken hold of him and put him out of his miserable
existence. Will tried to ignore the little voice from the dark corner
of his mind that told him that the doctor probably had no intention
of killing him at all.

It also whispered other
dark ideas in his mind, accompanied by images he had tried to forget,
a strong body moving above him, the gleaming of a sharp blade, cum
mixing with blood. Will choked back the laugh that threatened to
break from him at his own thoughts. Insanity, that was what it was,
and wishful insanity at that. He should
know well enough that Hannibal could use seduction to destroy, just
as efficiently as he could use a sharp blade. The case of Mason
Verger should have taught him that.

But the voice was still
persistend on the fact that he was
different and Will was thoroughly sick of musing about it. The
bravery Hannibal frequently teased him with came to the fore, mixed
with a strong dose of desperation. He was going to confront the
doctor and there were only two possible ways this could go.

Hannibal would either
kill him or continue to play with him. And if the second one was the
case Will didn't think that he could stand it much longer. The
prospect of death seemed far more enticing than living in the
desperate insanity he felt trapped in at
the moment.

Stripping out of his
pajamas Will dressed quickly, wanting to
get the confrontation over with before his courage faltered or the
voice that told him of a third possibility became too insistent.
Images of mixing pain and pleasure were already invading his mind
again and Will barely managed to push them away.

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Hannibal was reading in
the library, soft music playing in the background while he mused
about his dear Will. It was difficult to judge whether
or not the other man was finally ready to accept his advances without
regret. But the last evening the profiler had seemed very pliant and
although he had tried to hide it well Hannibal had been aware of his
arousal.

Now he only needed to
decide on his course of action, decide whether
he would approach Will or let him stew just a little bit longer. He
hadn't come to a final conclusion, when the library door which he had
left unlocked flew open and Will appeared in the doorway.

His beloved agent
looked disheveled, his hair chaotic as if he had just gotten out of
bed and his shirt wrinkled and not completely buttoned right. There
was a glint in Will's eyes, a mixture of determination, fear and
resignation, underlain with something else.
It seemed like the profiler had finally snapped, giving up on denying
his feelings. Thrilled at the sudden change of events Hannibal got up
from his chair, his course of action finally clear.

“Hello, Will.”

The calmness of his
voice seemed to cause sudden anger to spark in the other man as Will
started to scream at him. “What do you fucking want with me?”
His voice was only trembling slightly, but Hannibal heard it
none-the-less. Underneath all that courage was still a bit of fear,
but it had been almost completely drowned out by Will's desperate
determination.

“I already told you, Will.”
Repeating the words he had used the evening before Hannibal
continued: “I want your heart and your life, all of you.”
A small smile of amusement was playing on his lips, but Will
obviously didn't share the sentiment.

“I don't know what the hell
you mean by that. I don't want to play your damned games anymore. I'm
just sick of it. “ Will's voice had still been angry, but when
he had finished speaking the fight seemed to completely drown from
his body as he slumped into one of the library's armchairs. “Just
stop it.”

For a short moment
Hannibal wondered if he had pushed too far since tears started
pouring from Will's eyes. Such a beautiful, vulnerable moment. He
should have expected that it would be painful
for Will to let the darkness he had suppressed
for so long come to the front. But it couldn't be helped. They could
only be with each other if Will accepted the darkness inside himself
and embraced it to some extend.

“Shh.” The sound of his
voice calm and soothing Hannibal got down in front of the chair Will
sat in and put a hand on the agent's knee. “I'm not playing
games with you at the moment.” Will's tears seemed to have run
out already, but the words sparked his anger again.

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Jumping up from the
chair Will watched as Hannibal got up too, simply staring at the
doctor for a few seconds. Hannibal's last actions had puzzled him,
but then again he had never quite claimed to have figured the man
out. The answer the doctor had given to the question of what he
wanted was endlessly running through his mind.

It could mean that he
wanted to kill Will and eat his heart, but it could also mean
something completely different and a part of himself rejoiced at the
prospect. But he still didn't know for sure and the profiler simply
couldn't get rid of the nagging doubt in his mind.

Angry at the doctor for
screwing up his perfectly sane mind and at himself for easily
succumbing to his manipulations Will spat the next words out. “Just
kill me then instead of playing with me. “ He had barely
finished these words, when he found himself pinned to the wall, the
doctor's superior strength easily holding him there.

They were so close.
Will could feel the other man's breath on his face, a warm gust of
air that send tingles down his spine. The places were Hannibal's
hands touched his body were on fire with sensation and he could
feel his cock harden slightly in response. He really was beyond being
savable.

A light blush spreading
over his face as the doctor leaned another bit closer Will tightly
shut his eyes. This was what he had come for, the moment of truth.
Hannibal would either kill him or kiss him and he couldn't for the
life of himself figure out which he wanted more. Death and the
feelings he had for Hannibal seemed so very alike that in the end it
didn't matter which he would get.

“I don't intend to kill you.
You are far too fascinating to do such a thing, my dear Will.”
The profiler's breath hitched in his throat as the words sunk in, the
desire he felt for the older man finally overcoming all the doubts
and reservations he had had. If Hannibal really wanted him he would
take whatever he could get, no matter how wrong it would be.

Will had expected a
kiss and hoped for a passionate one, but the only
thing he got was a quick brush of soft lips against his own, so faint
that he wasn't even sure that he hadn't simply imagined it and then
the feel of Hannibal's heat vanishing from his body.

TBC...
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