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That same night, someone knocked on the Lecters door.

The two inhabitants of the house had already retired for the evening, but since Hannibal was a light sleeper, he hurried downstairs to see who it was. He was planning on dealing with that rude, rude person.

'Or maybe not.' He thought as soon as he opened the door.

"Good evening, Will." – he said, no longer bothered by the late hour.

"I need to talk with you." – the agent answered, entering the house and putting his hands in his jacket pockets, checking for the object he had put there before driving to see the Lecters.

"Would you like something to drink?" – asked the doctor, going straight to the kitchen.

They were now positioned face to face, with only the kitchen counter between them.

Will didn't answer, only showed him a file before dropping it on the counter.

"New case?"

"You tell me." – the agent replied, completely serious.

Hannibal opened the file, knowing what was in there beforehand. Will had to admit that even though he may have looked composed, he was trembling on the inside. He needed to play his cards right if he wanted to get out of there alive and, even more, if he wanted to get what he most desired.

"I see." – Hannibal closed the file, staring at Will the whole time.

Will crossed the room until he was standing in front of the other, looking at him as if asking him to pay attention to his actions while taking out the object he brought in his pocket.

It was a knife.

He tried to touch Hannibal's hand, but the older of the two didn't seem to budge.

"Trust me, Hannibal." – Will whispered huskily.

When the other complied, Will put the knife in his hand and brought it to his own neck, making a cut that made him moan with ecstasy when he felt the blood flowing and staining his clothes.

"Will…"

"Shhh…" – Will made him drop the knife and put his hand on the back of the psychiatrist's neck, bringing his face closer to his own neck. – "Lick me, Hannibal."

The man didn't have to be told twice. Instantly, he started to lick, bite and suck the younger man's neck, hugging his waist in order to bring him as close to him as possible.

"Yes… yes, Hanni… oh, God harder… harder…" - moaned Will, feeling alive and free for the first time in his life.

Both were getting harder by the second, rocking against the other and running their hands over the other's hair, back and buttocks. When Will tried to untie Hannibal's robe, the other stopped kissing him, earning a groan of disappointment from the agent.

"Let's go upstairs." – was the only explanation the older man gave him, grabbing his hand to take him to his bedroom.

As soon as they entered the room, they started attacking each other. Hannibal brought him against his own body and crushed him against the wall, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist and attacking his neck with renewed vigor. Will didn't stay idle, moaning and rubbing his groin against Hannibal's abdomen while hugging the other's neck.

Hannibal wanted to take the other's clothes but grew frustrated when he couldn't, so in the end he carried the agent to the bed and threw him carelessly, getting on top of him and attacking his lips again.

Both men started biting each other while fighting to take their clothes off. Once they were finally naked, Hannibal continued biting Will's body wherever he could reach. The young agent could only moan and arch his back, wanting more and offering all of him in exchange.

"Is this what you really want, Will?" – asked the psychiatrist, looking at him from his position near his hips.

"Yes… take me, my sweet monster." – Will pleaded. – "Make me yours." – Hannibal couldn't deny that he was ecstatic with having Will underneath him, like he had wanted since they met. Still, he needed to be sure.

"Are you sure? You can still have an out."

Will only wrapped one of his legs around the other's waist and rolled on the bed, ending on top of Hannibal with one leg on each side of his waist.

"I've never wanted anything more in my whole life." – he assured him, rubbing his ass on the other's cock.

After that, there were no more words.

All that could be heard were moans, screams, skin slapping skin and promises of forever.

Later that night, Hannibal was on his back with Will resting peacefully on his chest. He had to admit he hadn't seen this coming, but as he continued stroking his lover's back, he agreed he couldn't be happier.

"Will you teach me?" – Will asked suddenly, getting closer to his lover and kissing his chest lovingly. Hannibal knew exactly what kind of lessons Will wanted.

"It'll be my pleasure, my love." – he promised before they fell asleep.

The next morning when Abigail went to the kitchen, she was astounded by two things. First, Hannibal wasn't there and he was always the first one to get up and start making breakfast. Second, Will's jacket was on the floor and next to it was a bloody knife. She realized it was Will's knife.

She picked it up, grinning.

Her other father was finally home.