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Bedelia was smart. Hannibal’s darkness was fascinating but she was balanced at the mouth of hell and it could go either way. When Hannibal’s interest was caught by someone else she took her chance and escaped. The camera caught her leaving Florence with her bags packed before she vanished under a false identity.
After his encounter with Chiyoh, Will arrived bloodied and beaten in Florence and began his search. Hannibal’s taste was always flawless and it took only a week of watching before Will saw him, attending the opera with a gorgeous dark haired man. He stayed hidden and watched them make their way home to Hannibal’s apartment. The stranger didn’t leave until the next morning.
It wasn’t hard to find out who the man was. Antony Dimmond, a poet with an impressive trust fund, former TA and now paramour of Doctor Roman Fell, known to all of society. Mostly in the biblical sense. Will had not been too concerned with him but every time he saw Hannibal it was with the man. Gallery, lunch, ballet, wherever Hannibal went the man was with him. Will did not expect to go more than a few days before Hannibal realised he was being watched but it seemed he was too wrapped up in his new friend to notice what Will was doing.
Every morning the first thought in Will’s mind was Hannibal Lecter and the doctor had forgotten him and moved on. The betrayal kindled a fire in Will that grew stronger and more poisonous every day. Even after everything they had been through, this was the cruellest thing Hannibal had done to him. He gave him a smile and left him alone. Will was not going to simply let him go, Hannibal wouldn't.
Their routine was easy to learn, Hannibal was a creature of habit and from what Will could learn Antony cared little for anything but expensive clothes, good champagne and sex. He would not be a problem, he was an attractive entertainment, nothing more. Will had no problem taking his key and slipping it back into his pocket after making a copy. The next day when Hannibal left for work and Antony did whatever he did during the day Will let himself in.
The apartment felt like him, tastefully decorated with a pristine kitchen and a view that took Will’s breath away. The first few visits he simply looked around, learning how Hannibal lived. Antony did not live with him but was there most nights, Hannibal never stayed with him overnight. After memorising the layout of Hannibal’s precious home he took the fresh flowers from the dining room table and switched them with the bust by the front door. A few days after he switched two of the frying pans. Small changes that he knew Hannibal would notice.
When Hannibal did not react he escalated the game and Hannibal came home to find his bedding slightly rumpelled and a couple of dark hairs on the pillow. He would not have noticed but they were not on Antony’s side of the bed and it had been made pristine when he left. Five socks were missing their companion, but Will was not satisfied with these petty annoyances. Antony’s clothes also developed a habit of disappearing and returning in the wrong place, often the middle of the floor.
Items moved or went missing, the bedding was often out of place, there were even pages that vanished from Hannibal’s sketch book and only a few days later Hannibal noticed the smell. Overpowering and masculine. The atrocious aftershave that always made him think of Will, a world away from the fine colognes Antony favored. It was faint, perhaps only a memory but the next day it was stronger. Will crept in everyday and each day he made sure to leave behind more and more of the aftershave. On the bedding, the sofa, in his kitchen, Will left his mark in every room. He enjoyed watching Hannibal become increasingly distracted and now Antony resented not having his complete attention.
While Hannibal was at work Will settled himself on the bed, flipping through Hannibal sketchbook, scalpel gleaming on the bedside table. His drawings of the city were perfect but the many sketches of his new lover were not up to his usual standards. The shape of his eyes were a little off, his nose not quite accurate. Hannibal was drawing a mash-up between Antony and Will, it seemed he was not quite over Will yet. But he was trying to move on and Will was furious at him. Hannibal’s bed was incredibly comfortable and his smell was embedded in the right side pillow. It was a vast improvement on the single bed from Will’s lonely cheap hotel and the warm shaft of sunlight he was lying in was wonderful. Will opened up his shirt and lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying the peacefulness. He hadn’t slept for more than a couple of hours at a time since he left the hospital.
His eyes snapped open when he heard the door open downstairs. Bile flooded his mouth when he heard an English accent mention afternoon delight. He couldn’t not discern what Hannibal was saying but his smoky voice was unmistakable, answered with a flirtatious giggle and the rustle of fabric became louder as they moved up the stairs. Will had never intended to keep his presence a secret forever but this was much faster than he intended. He could hide, under the bed, in the bathroom, though the idea of listening to the fuck made his blood burn like acid under his skin. He thought maybe the trellis could support his weight if he went out via the balcony. Instead he removed his socks, tucking them into his shoes that sat by the bed and waited.
Seconds later Hannibal and Antony stumbled through the doorway in a shirtless embrace. “Good afternoon Roman,” he greeted calmly. “Antony Dimmond, yes?” He asked, focusing on Hannibal’s companion with a charming grin. Hannibal didn’t say a word but Hannibal could feel his eyes burning into him. Will let his fingers dance over the smile marking his stomach.
“Correct, and you are?” Antony did not seem remotely bothered by the situation, his amused smile still on his lips as his eyes trailed over Will’s body, it made his skin crawl. He was handsome, Will couldn’t deny that but he still had to force himself to smile at him, taking in his muscled chest and tight jeans while ignoring Hannibal completely. He had the look of man who used his looks to get what he wanted, Will could use his looks too. He wanted to hurt Hannibal so he licked his lips and parted his legs, holding Antony’s appreciative gaze.
“Jack Barber. Roman and I know each other very well and since I had a good reason to be in Florence I thought a visit was in order,” he explained with a filthy smirk. “It has been far too long.”
“The perfect excuse for a dinner party,” Hannibal spoke, face impassive and voice tinged with awe.
“Oh yes, we would love to have you,” Antony drawled, his meaning crystal clear
Will crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed, kneeling at the end.“I would love to be had,” he responded brazenly. He wove a hand into Antony’s curls and pulled him into a sensual kiss.
Will could feel Hannibal’s possessive growl radiate through his body and finally looked at him. Seeing Will pressed against another man had torn his carefully constructed person suit to rags and the monster was staring back at him was fire in his molten eyes. With a vicious grin Will pulled Antony onto the bed with him, pushing him onto his back and plundering his mouth, chasing the taste of Hannibal still on his tongue. He looked over his shoulder with savage delight. “Are you planning on observing or participating?” He asked.
“Yes, do join us Roman,” Antony invited, groping Will’s ass. Will tolerated it with a false moan as Antony trailed his tongue along Will’s windpipe, gently sucking on his pulse point. Will shrugged off his shirt as he felt Hannibal move onto the bed. He felt his heavy body settle over his back, the scent of Hannibal enveloping him completely making it so much easier to breathe. The missing part of him had returned.
Hannibal nipped at Will’s neck, letting him feel his sharp teeth and ravenous hunger. “You have proved your point beloved,” he purred against his ear, hand settled over his scar.
“Not yet, I haven’t,” he snarled. He claimed Hannibal’s mouth in a desperate, messy kiss, all teeth and tongues and rage. Hannibal responded hungrily as Will’s hand moved lower to undo Antony’s belt, gripping his hot hard erection. Antony moaned wantonly and bucked his hips up against Will’s hand blind to the danger he was in, his life already over.
Sharp steel flashed in the sunlight. Hannibal slashed Antony’s throat with an animal roar, his blood spraying forth and splattering over Will’s face and torso, more staining Hannibal’s jaw. He roughly manhandled Will onto his back while Antony gasped for breath, blood staining the sheets as he steadily bleed out. Mouth open and hands shaking from the shock.
“I was looking forward to doing that myself,” Will responded, licking hot fresh blood from Hannibal’s lower lip.
“Did you really think I would let him live after touching you?” Hannibal asked, tearing open Will’s pants.
“No,” he answered with a laugh, sharing the taste of blood in a deep kiss. Hannibal slid his bloodied hand into Will’s boxers, gasping into his mouth. “You really think this is going to happen on the same bed you fucked him in?”
“Yes,” with an audible effort Antony rolled himself off the bed, dragging his weakening body towards the door, fighting to live. Will forced Hannibal onto his back and moved to stand over the helpless man. He lowered himself and placed a hand over the fatal wound with something approaching tenderness. A sickening crack echoed around the room and Antony collapsed on the floor. “Such beautiful viciousness,” Hannibal observed, his eyes soft with pride. “How I have ached for you.”
“You’re the one who left,” Will reminded him sourly, joining him on the filthy bed spread.
“Never again,” he promised, placing a warm hand on Will’s cheek.
“I will kill you if you try,” Will warned him, his eyes glowing brightly.
“I believe you,” Hannibal answered, baring his teeth in a grin. He dragged Will close, stealing his breath with a devoted kiss.
Will did away with what was left of his clothes and straddled Hannibal, growling against his lips. “Did you fuck him?” He asked, fingers digging into Hannibal’s waist, deep enough to bruise.
“Yes,” Hannibal admitted. Will responded by biting his plump bottom lip, drawing forth a droplet of blood and sucking on it eagerly.
“Did you let him fuck you?” Will demanded, roughly dragging Hannibal trousers down his legs, along with his damp pants, allowing Hannibal to kick them off his ankles.
“Never,” Hannibal answered, head falling back when Will took his throbbing dick in hand.
“Good,” he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Hannibal’s parted lips. He gathered the thick fluid leaking from Hannibal’s head and spread it along his length, pleasuring him until all he could speak was broken Lithuanian, eyes fixed on Will’s with bone shaking intensity.
Will’s hand moved through the wet pool of blood as he reached for the bedside drawer, rummaging blindly until his hand closed around a thick bottle. He forced one of Hannibal’s legs up and licked his lips when his tight puckered hole was exposed. Will bent over Hannibal’s trembling body, leaving wet kisses over his chest, a faint spattering of regrowing hair adorning the perspiring skin. He drizzled lube over his fingers, the slippery gel mixing with the scarlet liquid drenching his skin. Will circled Hannibal’s hole with his fingers, the muscles fluttering eagerly. When Will’s drenched index finger dipped inside Hannibal’s body welcomed the intrusion, offering no resistance allowing Will to bury his digit till the hilt.
His inner muscles spasmed as he added the middle finger and Hannibal hissed at the mild burn, letting out a ragged choke when Will struck his prostate. With an expert touch Will manipulated Hannibal's nerves until he was floating on waves of pleasure, turning to liquid as he balanced on the edge of oblivion. He cried out in exquisite agony when a third finger was forced inside. Will twisted and scissored his fingers, stretching out Hannibal’s entrance, only just rough enough to hurt. Hanibal whined in derivation when Will roughly yanked out his fingers, coating his demanding length in a pink mix of blood and lubricant.
Hannibal spread his legs, wrapping them around Will’s waist as his chest heaved. When the blunt head of Will’s cock pressed against Hannibal’s entrance he stopped him with a hand on his chest. “I love you Will, you know that,” it was not not clear if it was a question but Will’s insides quivered at the raw emotion on his face.
“Yes, I know,” he answered in a whisper.
“Please say it,” Hannibal pleaded. “I just want to hear it once, even if you don’t mean it. I won’t hold you to it. Please.”
“I love you,” his breath brushed over Hannibal’s face as he entered him in one brutal thrust. Hannibal wrapped his limbs around Will’s body, burying his face in his neck, drinking in the feel and smell of his sweat slicked skin. Will hand delved into Hannibal’s silken hair, drawing him in closer. It wasn’t gentle. Hannibal fingers dug into Will’s skin, half moon pricks decorating his back and sides as his teeth scraped the tender flesh of his throat. Will grasped a chunk of his silvering hair, thrusting into him wildly. Blood and lust filled the air along with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh and rough moans.
Salty sweat mixed on their flesh, scarlet blood drying on their bodies and the bed around them. Will’s hand slid down Hannibal’s broad chest, grasping his erection in a firm grip and jerking him off, driving him closer to completion and milking him mercilessly. Hannibal left out a broken cry when he came, seed smearing between their torsos. His nails dug in deep enough to draw blood as his ass fluttered and clenched around Will’s length. When Will came his vision went white as he crashed his mouth against Hannibal feeding him his moans of intense pleasure. His rage burned away to ash in Hannibal’s embrace.
It was quiet afterwards, gentle. Will’s hand moved over Hannibal aching thighs as Hannibal carefully worked his fingers through Will’s tangled curls, exchanging soft kisses and fond smiles both too exhausted to clean up. Even when the sky outside began to darken they stayed on the bed of blood, leaving Antony’s body to cool on the floor.
“What happened?” Hannibal asked, examining the faint evidence of wounds on his face.
“Chiyoh, she pushed me off a moving train,” he answered.
“Atta girl,” Hannibal said, huffing out a soft laugh. Will rolled his eyes, struggling to hold back his own chuckle. “It is not personal, she is very protective of me.”
“I don’t blame her. I thought I might be coming here to kill you. I’m glad I was wrong,” Will yawned sweetly and rolled onto his side, struggling to keep his eyes open. Hannibal wrapped his arms around him from behind and laced their fingers together. Will relaxed back against his chest, listening to his breathing slow and become deeper. “I did mean it,” he whispered softly, feeling Hannibal smile against his shoulder. “Hold me to it.”
“For the rest of our days. I promise.”