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Written for #86 AU where Hannibal coordinates his ties with his underwear
The big walk-in-closet Hannibal possessed was meticulously organised in order to get utmost efficiency when it came to choosing the outfit for the day. Today there was an unusal change of his usual routine. Hannibal pursed his lips, ruling yet another three piece suit out. The time spend pondering and discarding clothing had already taken him several minutes longer than every other day and Hannibal was not pleased. But he was to have breakfast with Will and he had no intention of seeming too well dressed but also not too casual.
After checking the time and noting that he needed to start preparing the breakfast if he wanted to get to Will's place early. If he was lucky he would get to see Will in his boxers or perhaps fresh out of the shower, not yet dressed. He finally settled on a light colour of tweed that was fairly easy on the eyes and a fitting tie of gray-blue with go with.
The next part was admittedly his favourite part of every morning. There was nothing more pleasing than feeling comfortable and Hannibal never felt more comfortable than when well dressed (or undressed for that matter). Well dressed, meaning than every single part of him was. Even those parts other people usually did not see.
A drawer opened to reveal perfect rose and rose of underwear. There were a multitude of single coloured once, shorts overflowing with paisley print, floral, sensual patterns and ones which waistbands possessed the exact same print as his ties. Some of them were absolutely unique as he had customised them himself, others were made especially for him. His hand trailed over the contents of the dresser affectionately.
It had taken him years, several tailors and a lot of patience to amass his collection. Of course it would never be complete. Every new tie was entitled to matching underwear just for them. The simple coloured once were reserved especially for the occasions on which he did not wear a tie.
So, naturally every time Hannibal purchased a new tie it could not be worn right away. This also meant that Hannibal could not just buy any tie he saw. There had to be fabric of the same kind with the same pattern he could purchase along with it. There had been quite a few occasions where Hannibal had made both the tie and the shorts for it himself after having spotted a particular wonderful silk fabric.
The excitement grew the nearer the newest match for the tie came to completion and the first time wearing both things Hannibal would feel a sense of elation and completion.
Sitting in Will's kitchen, all Hannibal could feel was the oncoming sense of dread that made it difficult to speak. He stared at the innocent box in his numb hands. Sweet, sweet Will always managed to surprise Hannibal. Surprise and shock.
Will fidgeted on the opposite chair uncomfortably, worrying his lip and glancing anxiously at Hannibal. "I can give it back if you don't like it!" Will assured hastily, almost stumbling over his own words. "I just, I thought that it would fit you when I saw it and you always give me food. I just wanted to thank you." Will had grown redder with every word and distantly Hannibal found it ridiculously endearing but the only thing he could currently think of was how to handle this situation in the near future.
"That is not the case at all, Will. The pattern fits my preferences excellent and would match a number of suits." Will's eyes lit up at Hannibal's reassuring words.
"So, umh, would you mind, you know, putting it on? While my imagination is good when it comes to murderers it is lacking when it comes to mundane tasks."
Hannibal felt the blood run cold in his veins. He could not say no to Will's request without a sound explanation. It was just his luck that the tie would fit his current outfit perfectly. What also could and would not do was tell Will the reason why he could not wear this tie. Hannibal tried to smile but it felt frozen on his features as he loosened his current tie. This was not meant to be. No other tie was supposed to be worn with that particular pair of shorts. It was simply wrong, like drinking a good wine at the wrong temperature or placing a painting in a room with insufficient lighting. He watched in something akin to panic as Will's gift came closer and closer to the vicinity of his throat. Hannibal swallowed.
"I'm sorry, William, I cannot wear this tie at the current time." The hurt and confused look on Will's face almost pushed Hannibal to try putting it on again. His affection for Will was very inconvenient at times.
"Hannibal, I don't understand. Do you not like it after all? Please be honest with me," the pleading note was to much. Hannibal searched frantically for anything he could say that would not hurt Will further but would also be as far away from the thruth as it possibly could.
"Please don't think that, Will. I told you the truth when I said I like your gift. Whilst I would gladly put it on, I need to see whether or not the knot sits perfectly. I would not want to present your tie in any way that is less that excellent."
"Oh," the relief was painfully obvious in Will's voice, "I can do a windsor for you if you'd like, or you could use my bathroom if you prefer that."
Hannibal fled to the bathroom in a very dignified manner. He stared at his reflection as he pondered his possible steps. Telling Will was out of the question, especially after making this many excuses. He had to find a solution. He could not wear Will's tie with his underwear, but if his underwear wasn't there would be nothing to restrict him.
Hannibal's reflection stared back at him, features set in determination.
The pocket was a bit too small for the shorts, but he could not put them anywhere else. After confirming that his current state of undress was not visible he made his way back to Will who looked from the remains of his breakfast immediately. Hannibal smiled and opened his mouth to compliment the tie once again when the look of utter shock on Will's face brought him to an immediate halt.
His gaze followed Will's, a sense of foreboding settling over him. Lying on the floor beside him was a pair of shorts.
Tuesday, 1 December 2015
Sunday, 29 November 2015
With great Intellect comes great Obsession
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#181 AU where Hannibal is obsessed with recreating the spiderman kiss
It needed to be perfect. It was not acceptable to succeed in making on of his dreams come true when the quality of it was not satisfactory. Everything needed to be right. It needed to be executed flawlessly. Nose tip barely brushing the curve above the chin that led to lips, lover lip grazing the upper lip of his partner and vice versa.
His recreation of the Spiderman kiss would be without the slightest error. It was a shame that he would not be able to participate and look at the kisses wonderful symmetry whilst participating. That fact he had made his piece with, if grudgingly after a lot of consideration regarding whether or not Hannibal could make use of a camera. But the worry of then being bestowed a picture or video that did not meet all of his criteria had convinced him to simply imprint the action into his memory and fill the rest with imagination. Or draw it.
Now the only questions that remained were in which way Hannibal would execute his dream. Following the principle of "the easiest way is the best" or did he want to hang upside down? The bodies would not be as symmetrical as their faces unless one of them would agree to be placed in an awkward pose. Would then the classic and original form be best? He would need a surface from which he could hang upside down and reach Will's face.
There was another question which needed answering before he could take action. How could he confess to Will this craving to play out the Spiderman kiss?
Hannibal refused to fidget while thinking about Will's possible reactions.
Perhaps then it would be best to take the most simply course of action and wait until Will sad down on the couch where he practically always snuggled into it until he was as comfortable as possible. A fond smile claimed his lips before Hannibal turned serious again, considering his problem of making this experience perfect without Will finding out about all of this.
#1
Hannibal waited tensely as Will settled down into the couch, head almost invisible from the other side. Hannibal's lips thinned with disapproval as he glanced at the show Will was watching before mentally berating himself. After all he was the one obsessed with a kiss from a movie.
Several minutes slipped by before Hannibal deemed it safe to lay his alibi book aside and slowly crept towards the back of the couch. His shoeless feet made no sound as he got closer and closer to his fantasy. He now stood directly behind Will, looking down at a crown of beautifully messy curls. After considering his needed position for this to work out the way he wanted, Hannibal bent down. And then made a surprised and slightly pained noise as Will snapped up from the couch, head slamming against Hannibal's nose.
Will turned around in wide eyed shock, looking at Hannibal holding a hand under his bleeding nose to keep the couch from coming to any harm. "Oh, shit Hannibal! I thought I saw a dog in our garden and just wanted to check!" Will frowned at him," What were you doing there anyway?"
#2
This time, Hannibal was positive of it, everything would work out the way he wanted it to. After giving this challenge some more thought he had found another brilliant solution.
And now, after only a few days he unwrapped it. It was a high bar. The perfect solution as well as the perfect excuse.
It did not take long to erect it and a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips as he looked at the construction.
Dressed in his gym clothes, Hannibal waited patiently until he heard the front door opening and closing. Athletic as he was it only took him a few seconds to get into position. Legs bend and tightened over the bar and his hair falling in a surely ridiculous fashion Hannibal noted with displeasure. It did not matter as long as he would finally quiet this longing.
"Will, dear? Would you be so kind as to help me out a moment?"
"Sure," Will called back and Hannibal heard footsteps growing quieter as Will walked in the completely wrong direction.
"In the basement, Will!" Footsteps grew louder once more as well as the blood pounding in Hannibal's head. They stopped a few feet away and Will blinked curiously at him, most likely trying to figure out what help Hannibal could possibly need.
"In the future I shall prepare more meals that possess a substantial amount of magnesium."
"So, you want me to help you cook?" Will frowned, clearly not seeing the connection between Hannibal needing help but not here, not now.
"I have a cramp in my leg due to a lack of magnesium." Hannibal clarified, refraining from ordering Will to just come here for a kiss. Understanding dawned on Will's face and he stepped closer, eyes twinkling in amusement.
Just one more step. Hannibal could feel Will's breath ghosting over his pounding head and he raised both hands to frame Will's face, gently urging their lips together.
There was an ominous cracking noise before everything went dark.
#3
Hannibal blinked against the harsh light assaulting his eyes. His brain felt sluggish and there was a horrible headache clouding his senses. Apparently not enough to cloud his memory because he remembered the embarrassing outcome of his latest plan right away.
Was this the universe telling him that the fulfilment of his wish was not meant to be? Hannibal felt uncharacteristically saddened by the mere thought of never experiencing that kiss.
Hannibal kept laying motionless on the sofa even after hearing Will walk into the room.
"How are you feeling?" There was only the tiniest note of worry in Will's voice which suggested that his fall had been rather harmless albeit painful.
"Entitled to eat the people that constructed it." The chuckle he usually adored so much was now a bittersweet thing as new spikes of pain flared up. Will's face appeared above Hannibal, inching closer, mirroring tantalisingly what Hannibal wanted to do. He stared into blue eyes speckled with notes of brown not daring to believe nor hope. Breath faltered in his chest, afraid that the tiniest motion would scare this impossible moment away and leave him craving once again. The pounding in his head was all but forgotten as his heart beat almost painfully against his ribs.
The tip of Will's nose brushed where the curve above the chin began, upper lip grazing lower lip and strong hands gently cupping both sides of Hannibal's face. His eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss as his brain drowned him in endorphins.
Will chuckled fondly as he pulled back. "Your second attempt was glaringly obvious, Hannibal. I did watch all the movies, you know?"
#181 AU where Hannibal is obsessed with recreating the spiderman kiss
It needed to be perfect. It was not acceptable to succeed in making on of his dreams come true when the quality of it was not satisfactory. Everything needed to be right. It needed to be executed flawlessly. Nose tip barely brushing the curve above the chin that led to lips, lover lip grazing the upper lip of his partner and vice versa.
His recreation of the Spiderman kiss would be without the slightest error. It was a shame that he would not be able to participate and look at the kisses wonderful symmetry whilst participating. That fact he had made his piece with, if grudgingly after a lot of consideration regarding whether or not Hannibal could make use of a camera. But the worry of then being bestowed a picture or video that did not meet all of his criteria had convinced him to simply imprint the action into his memory and fill the rest with imagination. Or draw it.
Now the only questions that remained were in which way Hannibal would execute his dream. Following the principle of "the easiest way is the best" or did he want to hang upside down? The bodies would not be as symmetrical as their faces unless one of them would agree to be placed in an awkward pose. Would then the classic and original form be best? He would need a surface from which he could hang upside down and reach Will's face.
There was another question which needed answering before he could take action. How could he confess to Will this craving to play out the Spiderman kiss?
Hannibal refused to fidget while thinking about Will's possible reactions.
Perhaps then it would be best to take the most simply course of action and wait until Will sad down on the couch where he practically always snuggled into it until he was as comfortable as possible. A fond smile claimed his lips before Hannibal turned serious again, considering his problem of making this experience perfect without Will finding out about all of this.
#1
Hannibal waited tensely as Will settled down into the couch, head almost invisible from the other side. Hannibal's lips thinned with disapproval as he glanced at the show Will was watching before mentally berating himself. After all he was the one obsessed with a kiss from a movie.
Several minutes slipped by before Hannibal deemed it safe to lay his alibi book aside and slowly crept towards the back of the couch. His shoeless feet made no sound as he got closer and closer to his fantasy. He now stood directly behind Will, looking down at a crown of beautifully messy curls. After considering his needed position for this to work out the way he wanted, Hannibal bent down. And then made a surprised and slightly pained noise as Will snapped up from the couch, head slamming against Hannibal's nose.
Will turned around in wide eyed shock, looking at Hannibal holding a hand under his bleeding nose to keep the couch from coming to any harm. "Oh, shit Hannibal! I thought I saw a dog in our garden and just wanted to check!" Will frowned at him," What were you doing there anyway?"
#2
This time, Hannibal was positive of it, everything would work out the way he wanted it to. After giving this challenge some more thought he had found another brilliant solution.
And now, after only a few days he unwrapped it. It was a high bar. The perfect solution as well as the perfect excuse.
It did not take long to erect it and a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips as he looked at the construction.
Dressed in his gym clothes, Hannibal waited patiently until he heard the front door opening and closing. Athletic as he was it only took him a few seconds to get into position. Legs bend and tightened over the bar and his hair falling in a surely ridiculous fashion Hannibal noted with displeasure. It did not matter as long as he would finally quiet this longing.
"Will, dear? Would you be so kind as to help me out a moment?"
"Sure," Will called back and Hannibal heard footsteps growing quieter as Will walked in the completely wrong direction.
"In the basement, Will!" Footsteps grew louder once more as well as the blood pounding in Hannibal's head. They stopped a few feet away and Will blinked curiously at him, most likely trying to figure out what help Hannibal could possibly need.
"In the future I shall prepare more meals that possess a substantial amount of magnesium."
"So, you want me to help you cook?" Will frowned, clearly not seeing the connection between Hannibal needing help but not here, not now.
"I have a cramp in my leg due to a lack of magnesium." Hannibal clarified, refraining from ordering Will to just come here for a kiss. Understanding dawned on Will's face and he stepped closer, eyes twinkling in amusement.
Just one more step. Hannibal could feel Will's breath ghosting over his pounding head and he raised both hands to frame Will's face, gently urging their lips together.
There was an ominous cracking noise before everything went dark.
#3
Hannibal blinked against the harsh light assaulting his eyes. His brain felt sluggish and there was a horrible headache clouding his senses. Apparently not enough to cloud his memory because he remembered the embarrassing outcome of his latest plan right away.
Was this the universe telling him that the fulfilment of his wish was not meant to be? Hannibal felt uncharacteristically saddened by the mere thought of never experiencing that kiss.
Hannibal kept laying motionless on the sofa even after hearing Will walk into the room.
"How are you feeling?" There was only the tiniest note of worry in Will's voice which suggested that his fall had been rather harmless albeit painful.
"Entitled to eat the people that constructed it." The chuckle he usually adored so much was now a bittersweet thing as new spikes of pain flared up. Will's face appeared above Hannibal, inching closer, mirroring tantalisingly what Hannibal wanted to do. He stared into blue eyes speckled with notes of brown not daring to believe nor hope. Breath faltered in his chest, afraid that the tiniest motion would scare this impossible moment away and leave him craving once again. The pounding in his head was all but forgotten as his heart beat almost painfully against his ribs.
The tip of Will's nose brushed where the curve above the chin began, upper lip grazing lower lip and strong hands gently cupping both sides of Hannibal's face. His eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss as his brain drowned him in endorphins.
Will chuckled fondly as he pulled back. "Your second attempt was glaringly obvious, Hannibal. I did watch all the movies, you know?"
Saturday, 28 November 2015
How not to show someone you are interested
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#109 AU where Hannibal keeps a diary but it is filled with nothing but daily descriptions of Will's hair
Friday, 12th of July 2013
A choked little noise escaped Will's throat as he continued to turn pages. Each new entry, every day Hannibal had seen him, was concerned with the topic of his hair. Descriptions of it before the background of the changing seasons and different solar altitudes. The smell of it whenever Will had bought a new product. The colours that went best with his hair and complexion.
#109 AU where Hannibal keeps a diary but it is filled with nothing but daily descriptions of Will's hair
Friday, 12th of July 2013
The water in Will's house is of unsatisfactory quality when used regularly. It is by far too calcareous to be healthy for Will's hair on a long term basis. I'm not sure how his dark curls have managed to survive that daily torture without a great amount of damage.
The offending smell of it was especially noticeable today. Most likely because he is using a different shampoo that does not possess as strong an odour as the one he had previously acquired.
Action is necessary if I don't want to become witness to the decline of his hair. I shall switch the content of his current shampoo with one of better quality as well as one that is more suitable when having to use water like that.
Thursday, 18th of July 2013
The fruit of my decision is already visible. His hair appears to radiate much more vitality than it did six days ago. Nothing can stay beautiful on it's own, like a painting that needs restoration in order not to fall prey to time and environment.
The assumption on my part, regarding whether or not Will would notice the exchange has been correct. Due to my usage of a certain amount of the same flavouring agents the risk of discovery has been rather slim to begin with but Will's observation skills are exceptional. I cannot underestimate him.
Will had felt his face getting redder with every page he turned. This had to be some sort of joke. He couldn't bring himself to read more than a few passages fully, skimming the pages in a desperate and quickly waning hope to find one that did not mention his hair. He felt horrible for reading Hannibal's diary but it was also impossible for him to stop. Why did Will have to let his curiosity get the better of him? Curiosity killed the cat and all that. There was no way he could continue to act like nothing happened after having seen this.
Another question begged to be answered. Why would Hannibal leave it lying around on his desk, well aware of the fact that Will often sat there?
Another question begged to be answered. Why would Hannibal leave it lying around on his desk, well aware of the fact that Will often sat there?
Wednesday, 23rd of October 2013
No matter what season we find ourselves in his dark hair suits the background exceedingly well. The slowly dying leaves and calm nature compliments those curls. His hair has grown approximately 3,5 centimetres since I laid first eyes on. The question of which length suits the character of his hair as well as the rest of his features best is becoming more difficult with each passing day. Certain curls possess more of a bounce than others and would still fare well in the event of Will deciding not to get his hair cut before November. However other curls do not possess the same amount of bounciness and would be better suited for a shorter haircut.
Perhaps I could somehow convince Will that he does not need to go to a barber.
Basic skills should not be difficult to acquire and I have confidence that I will succeed in bringing forth every ounce of beauty that is yet hidden.
Basic skills should not be difficult to acquire and I have confidence that I will succeed in bringing forth every ounce of beauty that is yet hidden.
Saturday, 2nd of November 2013
Convincing Will was indeed not difficult to accomplish due to his dislike of people touching any part of him as well as his trust in me. The feel of his hair against my skin was exquisite, quite like tasting a good wine after having endured a long time of waiting after having resisted the temptation of simply taking what one craves.
Their texture was soft, almost delicate and the faintest note of the lavender oil I laced his shampoo with was particularly exhilarating as it assaulted my senses in the sweetest of ways.
It almost saddened me to cut off one of the curls I have come to like in particular. The one on the right side at the nape of his neck. It could perhaps be compared to a nautilus shell with a golden ratio that is extremely pleasing to the eye. Tomorrow I shall work on something fitting to hold it as not to let it's perfect beauty go to waste.
Will's hand wandered absentmindedly to the described place, slightly tugging on the curl there that was apparently Hannibal's favourite. His mind could not process the information his eyes transmitted. Though his body still managed to pump more blood into his already pounding head.
This could not be real. Maybe this was all some sort of insane hallucination his sleep deprived brain had come up with in order to confuse him even further. Will had not slept much the past weeks. Torn between the way Hannibal's company made him feel and the knowledge that told him he should not enjoy it.
Even more confusing was that he was not nearly as creeped out as he should be after discovering something like this. In a very twisted and hannibalesque way this was flattering. Creepy and flattering.
Monday, 10th of February 2014
The last traces of winter paint the landscape still and it contrasts perfectly with the tint of his hair. It would make for an excellent subject to use in my next painting. It would be most difficult most probably impossible even to mix the right colour for his hair. Black and brown battling in the changing light. The nuances so fleeting and of such a wide variety that the room in my mind palace will never be finished.
A choked little noise escaped Will's throat as he continued to turn pages. Each new entry, every day Hannibal had seen him, was concerned with the topic of his hair. Descriptions of it before the background of the changing seasons and different solar altitudes. The smell of it whenever Will had bought a new product. The colours that went best with his hair and complexion.
Friday, 23rd of May 2014
I wonder what sight it would be could I decorate that wondrous hair with the multitude of colours that have come to bloom. Imagination is not satisfactory enough any longer. It can come close to the truth but never capture it so correctly that there is no detail wrong or amiss. My person has become more craving than men and there is nothing I can do to change that without facing the risk of losing Will.
Sleeping pills in his drink may perhaps be a relatively safe solution. Though the artificial lighting of his room at night will not come close to the sight sunlight would bestow me with. But the chance of suspicion arising would be much more likely if he fell asleep during the day.
The point of no return had already been passed with the very first entry his eyes had sought out. Will had been aware of the fact that Hannibal had been to his house, planting evidence, probably feeding his dogs only Hannibal knew whom in order to keep them quiet and away from his fine suits. Perhaps even replacing meat in Will's fridge.
That Will was well aware of, but this. This. Will had no words for. Had Hannibal watched him sleep, twist and turn while contemplating which flowers to decorate Will's hair with? His heart beat faster at that thought, completely ignorant to the embarrassment it bestowed Will with.
What else would he find contained in this so innocent looking book? Who would have guessed that Hannibal did leave behind circumstantial evidence and admissions. It certainly was not enough to make people believe that Hannibal was a killer but it would definitely scare them off and keep them from attending any more dinner parties.
Did he even want to show this anybody else? Will shifted around uncomfortably. Just imagining how other people would look at him if they read some of this was terrible. No, their stares were difficult enough to endure and ignore as it was. Freak attracts other freaks. It was not difficult to imagine their voices.
Besides, the mere thought of showing something so private to somebody else was horrible.
"Ever the curious one, Will." Will turned around so fast he would surely have fallen out of Hannibal's chair if not for the armrests. Hannibal slowly walked around the desk after placing two cups on the surface, coming to a halt next to Will and looking at him contemplatively.
"You don't appear to mind very much that I found this." Hannibal pursed his lips slightly in consideration and Will had to mentally slap himself as his gaze was captivated by them as much as he was by the whole man.
"It would be more correct to assume my reaction is inevitably linked to yours."
Will raised an eyebrow at that, willing his face to revert to a colour that did not resemble any kind of red fruit or vegetable. "And what is my reaction?"
"Not as offended as I expected you to be." Of course, how could Will have been so distracted by the book to not immediately see that Hannibal had left it in the open on purpose.
"Why?" It was obvious Will wasn't asking why Hannibal had a diary like that.
"I was curious how you would react and I wanted you to know, Will." Will gulped, was Hannibal telling him that he was interested in his very own and twisted way? Perhaps his sense of how to confess something was as hopelessly lost as his taste for puns.
"Would you decorate my hair again?" Will could feel his cheeks heating up once more at the blunt question.
Hannibal blinked at him, clearly caught off guard before his lips twisted into such a delighted smile that Will had to blink, unaccustomed to seeing such an expression on Hannibal's face.
"It would be my pleasure." Will did not hesitate taking the hand offered even as the slowly decaying remains of his common sense screamed no.
Sleeping pills in his drink may perhaps be a relatively safe solution. Though the artificial lighting of his room at night will not come close to the sight sunlight would bestow me with. But the chance of suspicion arising would be much more likely if he fell asleep during the day.
The point of no return had already been passed with the very first entry his eyes had sought out. Will had been aware of the fact that Hannibal had been to his house, planting evidence, probably feeding his dogs only Hannibal knew whom in order to keep them quiet and away from his fine suits. Perhaps even replacing meat in Will's fridge.
That Will was well aware of, but this. This. Will had no words for. Had Hannibal watched him sleep, twist and turn while contemplating which flowers to decorate Will's hair with? His heart beat faster at that thought, completely ignorant to the embarrassment it bestowed Will with.
What else would he find contained in this so innocent looking book? Who would have guessed that Hannibal did leave behind circumstantial evidence and admissions. It certainly was not enough to make people believe that Hannibal was a killer but it would definitely scare them off and keep them from attending any more dinner parties.
Did he even want to show this anybody else? Will shifted around uncomfortably. Just imagining how other people would look at him if they read some of this was terrible. No, their stares were difficult enough to endure and ignore as it was. Freak attracts other freaks. It was not difficult to imagine their voices.
Besides, the mere thought of showing something so private to somebody else was horrible.
"Ever the curious one, Will." Will turned around so fast he would surely have fallen out of Hannibal's chair if not for the armrests. Hannibal slowly walked around the desk after placing two cups on the surface, coming to a halt next to Will and looking at him contemplatively.
"You don't appear to mind very much that I found this." Hannibal pursed his lips slightly in consideration and Will had to mentally slap himself as his gaze was captivated by them as much as he was by the whole man.
"It would be more correct to assume my reaction is inevitably linked to yours."
Will raised an eyebrow at that, willing his face to revert to a colour that did not resemble any kind of red fruit or vegetable. "And what is my reaction?"
"Not as offended as I expected you to be." Of course, how could Will have been so distracted by the book to not immediately see that Hannibal had left it in the open on purpose.
"Why?" It was obvious Will wasn't asking why Hannibal had a diary like that.
"I was curious how you would react and I wanted you to know, Will." Will gulped, was Hannibal telling him that he was interested in his very own and twisted way? Perhaps his sense of how to confess something was as hopelessly lost as his taste for puns.
"Would you decorate my hair again?" Will could feel his cheeks heating up once more at the blunt question.
Hannibal blinked at him, clearly caught off guard before his lips twisted into such a delighted smile that Will had to blink, unaccustomed to seeing such an expression on Hannibal's face.
"It would be my pleasure." Will did not hesitate taking the hand offered even as the slowly decaying remains of his common sense screamed no.
Friday, 27 November 2015
Finding Affection
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#224 AU where Hannibal owns a Tamagotchi
It had taken him a while to get the hang of taking care of his new little pet. It had belonged to his latest victim and Hannibal had been intrigued the moment it had fallen out of the dead mans pocket. Several had died in the beginning which had frustrated and angered him. It should not be so difficult to keep a little creature alive. Besides it was ridiculous that Hannibal could not control the fate of a small and helpless thing like that. Out of sheer need to master this new obstacle Hannibal had kept on trying to keep one after another alive. He had heard of Tamagotchis but the thought to purchase one had never crossed his mind.
His initial frustration had made more and more room for a slow blossoming affection and over the weeks Hannibal had begun to perfect his routine. Managing to make time for his little pet every fifteen minutes had been the most difficult until Hannibal accidentally pressed a key and "Pause..." appeared on the screen. From then onwards it had been almost too easy. Nevertheless it had become rather satisfactory and pleasing to see his little pet grow older.
He pulled his little friend out of his trousers and stared at it affectionately for a moment. The name he had chosen for his current Tamagochi had been meant as a joke at first but now he couldn't imagine ever having a different one. Will was currently 79 years old and awfully happy every time Hannibal fed him. This in turn pleased Hannibal.
His current patient had managed to work himself into a state of such emotional distress that Hannibal had finally fled from the room with an excuse to make a tea for his sobbing patient. A soothing chamomile tea wouldn't do much good for the patients mental health but surely for Hannibal's pounding head when the wailing would finally stop. The water was slowly beginning to boil and Hannibal imagined what it would be like to just the scalding hot water over Mr. Harter. The noise that would come out of the man's mouth would surely be even less pleasant for his already abused ears. He longed for a moment of peace in which he could take care of his little Will. Checking his watch, Hannibal noted quite unhappily that his new hobby would have to wait for another torturous twenty minutes. The water started boiling and Hannibal started pouring it in a filigree cup, pausing halfway to take in the sudden silence.
Now slightly worried, who knew what had distracted Mr. Harter like that, Hannibal hurried back with the tea. Displeased, Hannibal noted that his patient had wandered curiously to his desk to have a look at the things placed on it. Obviously Mr. Harter had found something of interest.
Mr. Harter looked up from the small, roundish device in his hands and Hannibal's heart seemed to stop for a second.
"I'm sorry Doctor Lecter, I killed your Tamagotchi." The cup fell from Hannibal's numb hands and shattered on the floor, hot liquid seeping into the ground and wetting his shoes. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The world slowed down until everything appeared unreal and somehow close and far away at the same time.
Will was dead. His sweet, innocent Will. Hannibal had looked forward to the time Will was 99 and would no longer age, simply continue to exist by Hannibal's side. An unchanging point in his life, something to look forward to whenever Hannibal's job seemed more burden that enjoyment.
Mr. Harter simply stared wide eyed as Hannibal turned predator, moving forward with a swiftness spurred on by the hunger for retribution. Only when Hannibal was mere centimetres away did Mr. Harter made any attempt to get away. He didn't stand a chance. The sound of breaking bones was like an elegy to his ears, one that needed to be played in order to find peace again.
Hannibal never started a new game. He couldn't bear the thought of having another Tamagotchi. It wouldn't be the same. Could never be the same again. Will was gone and could never be brought back.
#224 AU where Hannibal owns a Tamagotchi
It had taken him a while to get the hang of taking care of his new little pet. It had belonged to his latest victim and Hannibal had been intrigued the moment it had fallen out of the dead mans pocket. Several had died in the beginning which had frustrated and angered him. It should not be so difficult to keep a little creature alive. Besides it was ridiculous that Hannibal could not control the fate of a small and helpless thing like that. Out of sheer need to master this new obstacle Hannibal had kept on trying to keep one after another alive. He had heard of Tamagotchis but the thought to purchase one had never crossed his mind.
His initial frustration had made more and more room for a slow blossoming affection and over the weeks Hannibal had begun to perfect his routine. Managing to make time for his little pet every fifteen minutes had been the most difficult until Hannibal accidentally pressed a key and "Pause..." appeared on the screen. From then onwards it had been almost too easy. Nevertheless it had become rather satisfactory and pleasing to see his little pet grow older.
He pulled his little friend out of his trousers and stared at it affectionately for a moment. The name he had chosen for his current Tamagochi had been meant as a joke at first but now he couldn't imagine ever having a different one. Will was currently 79 years old and awfully happy every time Hannibal fed him. This in turn pleased Hannibal.
His current patient had managed to work himself into a state of such emotional distress that Hannibal had finally fled from the room with an excuse to make a tea for his sobbing patient. A soothing chamomile tea wouldn't do much good for the patients mental health but surely for Hannibal's pounding head when the wailing would finally stop. The water was slowly beginning to boil and Hannibal imagined what it would be like to just the scalding hot water over Mr. Harter. The noise that would come out of the man's mouth would surely be even less pleasant for his already abused ears. He longed for a moment of peace in which he could take care of his little Will. Checking his watch, Hannibal noted quite unhappily that his new hobby would have to wait for another torturous twenty minutes. The water started boiling and Hannibal started pouring it in a filigree cup, pausing halfway to take in the sudden silence.
Now slightly worried, who knew what had distracted Mr. Harter like that, Hannibal hurried back with the tea. Displeased, Hannibal noted that his patient had wandered curiously to his desk to have a look at the things placed on it. Obviously Mr. Harter had found something of interest.
Mr. Harter looked up from the small, roundish device in his hands and Hannibal's heart seemed to stop for a second.
"I'm sorry Doctor Lecter, I killed your Tamagotchi." The cup fell from Hannibal's numb hands and shattered on the floor, hot liquid seeping into the ground and wetting his shoes. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The world slowed down until everything appeared unreal and somehow close and far away at the same time.
Will was dead. His sweet, innocent Will. Hannibal had looked forward to the time Will was 99 and would no longer age, simply continue to exist by Hannibal's side. An unchanging point in his life, something to look forward to whenever Hannibal's job seemed more burden that enjoyment.
Mr. Harter simply stared wide eyed as Hannibal turned predator, moving forward with a swiftness spurred on by the hunger for retribution. Only when Hannibal was mere centimetres away did Mr. Harter made any attempt to get away. He didn't stand a chance. The sound of breaking bones was like an elegy to his ears, one that needed to be played in order to find peace again.
Hannibal never started a new game. He couldn't bear the thought of having another Tamagotchi. It wouldn't be the same. Could never be the same again. Will was gone and could never be brought back.
Tuesday, 24 November 2015
You have been served Chapter 2 ~Fin~
Chapter 2: You have been served
The kitchen was spotless ones more, back to it's meticulous state of cleanliness, though Hannibal was sure it wouldn't remain that way for long once he started to teach Will how to properly cook a three course dinner without running out of time. With him here to supervise the end result would be easier to clean up than the day before but Hannibal wasn't fooling himself. It would take much time before Will's skill in the kitchen would satisfy him completely.
Of course the menu Hannibal had chosen for this evening was nothing too difficult for Will, or at least not with Hannibal's help.
He allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth for a fleeting moment. Working in the kitchen was always wonderful, he loved to be so in control over the things he worked with. Being able to do this together with Will was the icing on the cake so to speak. Teaching the man new things and helping him had become Hannibal's favourite part time occupation.
It had started simple enough, with Will asking Hannibal to translate something for him and turned quickly into Hannibal teaching Will various languages. It was inconceivably pleasing and satisfying to observe even the smallest improvement in Will's skill and even more so to watch Will's face when Hannibal told him that he deserved a reward.
The clock showed half past five, time to start with the preparations. They would start with the fruit sorbet, then move onto ready as much of the main course and the appetiser as possible.
Will walked into the kitchen as if on cue and Hannibal handed him an apron. He had assisted Will preparing the venison terrine with arugula the day before, marinating it and then finishing it this morning so it would be ready in the evening. No doubt the most time consuming part of tonight's dinner.
The sorbet was rather easy to make, Hannibal only had to correct Will on the amount of sugar he used, because he had let Will read the recipe merely once. Only a list with ingredients for each dish was placed on the counter and if Will didn't know how to proceed he asked. Which was rather often. Hannibal didn't mind though, he quite enjoyed helping Will after all.
Hannibal leaned in close, front brushing Will's back as he looked over the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "If you don't add more sugar your sorbet is going to be too icy instead of creamy." Will's hand jerked, nearly spilling the remaining sugar on the spoon all over the counter.
Oh yes, he enjoyed helping Will very much. This was his terrain and he felt powerful and in control, it was exhilarating. In nearly every other situation he could never be completely sure of Will's reactions or how his potential would shape the flow of events. Here he knew what he could expect from Will and have the man needing to rely on him. It came close to the feeling of hunting together, but even then Will sometimes was unpredictable.
Next was the bread rolls to be served together with the terrine. It was an easy standard recipe that could be polished easily with dried fruit or a filling. When Will asked about the measurements, Hannibal couldn't resist invading Will's personal space once more and take his hand to guide him. The quickening pulse underneath his gentle grip was simply exquisite. The knowledge of evoking such reactions was something he relished in every time. He pressed a bit closer, savouring the smell of Will that penetrated his nose with every inhale.
"You're horrible, Hannibal", Will mumbled when Hannibal's thumb started tracing small patterns onto his inner wrist without faltering in directing Will.
Hannibal puffed a small chuckle into Will's ear just to see the man shudder slightly.
"I could be much more horrible, my dear Will", he promised before letting go and stepping to the oven to preheat it. It was entertaining and pleasing to get Will flustered with tiny gestures. Knowing that he didn't have to do much to get a reaction and smelling the change in Will's odour. It was like tasting fine wine. One only needs a small sip to revel in it's luscious taste. Something you want to consume to the last drop but savour to the fullest at the same time.
The bread rolls were nicely coming along in the oven while Will peeled the potatoes for the au-gratin while Hannibal enjoyed tormenting Will with small touches and fleeting moments of pressing too close. Normally he wouldn't disturb anyone working in the kitchen, but watching Will squirm and trying not to lose focus was just too tempting to resist, just like Wilde said: "The only thing I cannot resist is temptation". Pushing Will had always been something he enjoyed, whether it was to a breaking-point or towards a solution. Will's feebly protests of Hannibal's touches weren't voiced in honesty and they both knew it. Will's handling of the knife became more and more inaccurate and for once Hannibal was not quick enough to realise before it was already too late. The knife, sharpened beforehand by him personally, sliced into Will's forefinger effortlessly, jerking a curse from Will's lips before bringing his finger to his mouth out of habit. Before it could reach Will's lips though Hannibal's hand intercepted the course, smoothly redirecting it towards his own. The redness against Will's pale skin looked simply divine. It was a sight Hannibal had captured in his mind again and again, whenever the possibility arose. It suited Will, especially in his face, contrasting beautifully with his pallor and hair. It was a look Hannibal wanted Will to wear to the end of time.
The coppery taste of Will's mouth and the slightly rough texture of his finger filled Hannibal's senses. He sucked and Will whimpered. Will turned his head to get a look at Hannibal's face and mouth and his knees almost buckled when Hannibal's tongue tenderly traced the cut. The hand not holding onto Will's wrist sneaked around his front, twisted underneath his sweater and trailed across his belly, fingernails scratching over soft flesh. Will let his head drop onto Hannibal's shoulder with a small groan. Hannibal continued caressing Will's skin, grazing a nipple to delight in Will's shudder. He stopped when Will started to squirm slightly against his hold, pulse thrumming against Hannibal's tongue and cheeks lovely flushed. Hannibal turned Will around, teeth closing over Will's finger, not hurting, just holding in place. Lips split into a smirk at the sight of wide blown pupils.
Will leaned heavily against the kitchen counter, his free hand crumpled Hannibal's expensive shirt while tucking to urge him as close as possible again. Hannibal hefted Will onto the counter easily and demanding legs folded over Hannibal's hips, ankles crossed behind his back and a sweet moan filled Hannibal's ear as their groins pressed together.
"Why, Doctor Lecter," Will breathed "I thought you wanted to teach me how to cook?"
Hannibal hummed in affirmation while stripping Will of his shirt as quick as possible short of using the knife.
"Don't worry, Will," he said in a smooth voice, shoving the cutting board along with the ingredients as far away as possible and planting wet kisses over Will's now exposed skin. "I plan to continue our cooking lesson, but I'm fairly certain you won't mind some activity to stir your appetite."
Chuckling, Will lay down on the counter after some wriggling, feet still trapping Hannibal's waist and looking up at him expectantly.
"I do like working out, but don't blame me if there are hairs in dinner later." The displeased look on Hannibal's face as he looked up from his current occupation of tasting every inch of Will's skin made him laugh until sharp teeth replaced it with a moan.
"I'd of course assume full responsibility if something as unfortunate as that were to happen," Hannibal said seriously, effectively silencing another wave of laughter by burying his face in Will's crotch.
"That's a relief then, I know how you can get about your food." Will's teasing tone was ignored completely in favour of discarding his trousers and eliciting a sharp gasp from Will's throat by mouthing his member though the underwear.
"However, I do fear that we have to hurry up, otherwise the bread rolls will be burned and unfit for consumption." Will groaned in frustration.
"Are you kidding me? Can't you just go over there and take them out of the oven?" Will didn't need to see Hannibal's face to know that there was a tiny wicked grin to be found on his features.
"If I were to do that they won't ever reach their true flavour. Besides, this is merely an appetiser, so to say. It is not supposed to fill you." Will couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Surely Hannibal couldn't be serious? He wanted to bang his head on the counter for being so stupid. Of course Hannibal wouldn't have sex while preparing dinner. It was a wonder that Will was lying here surrounded with ingredients. He made a face at that thought. Maybe not that unusual for Hannibal.
"I'm not preparing dinner with fucking blue balls," Will stated firmly, glaring at Hannibal as best as he could while feeling Hannibal's breath tease his cock through the thin material of his briefs.
"Language, Will," Hannibal chastised mildly. "I never said that I wouldn't let you come." Will breathed a sigh of relief.
Will raised an eyebrow. "Not supposed to fill me? So you're gonna prepare dinner with blue balls?"Sometimes it was even with his empathy impossible to understand how such an educated man as Hannibal could make such awful puns.
The briefs were pulled down by graceful fingers that skimmed ever so slightly over his aching erection. "I would prefer if you not phrase it that way, but your assumption is accurate." Will's eyebrow climbed higher at that. He most certainly wasn't going to argue as long as Hannibal wouldn't leave him to take his frustration out on the remaining ingredients.
"Throughout the rest of the evening," Hannibal's hand began to stroke quick and efficiently, punctuating every word and Will smacked his head on the counter with a low groan as his nerve endings hummed with sensation. "I want you to picture in vivid detail exactly what I am going to do to you the very second the last piece of sorbet has been consumed." Will only managed a whimper as the clever, teasing mouth closed around his member and began to mercilessly reduce Will to short gasps and moans.
"Describe what I would do to you, Will." How breath ghosted over Will's erection making him shiver while his brain struggled to understand what Hannibal required of it.
"You would watch me, not impatient but -ah! so good- hungry," It was difficult to concentrate let alone formulate a proper sentence while Hannibal was doing all sorts of thought robbing things. "You would wait until I was finished and then you -shit, Hannibal!- you would take me right there so you won't have to wait any longer. There would be lube somewhere in your suit and -ah!- and," Will's fingers digged painfully into the counter, trying to find any sort purchase to keep himself from coming already. "and you would take your time undressing me because you want to savour but you, you would remained dressed while fucking me slowly and-" Hannibal growled in affirmation or pleasure. Will didn't know he couldn't think anymore. He was tethering on the edge and his brain refused to work.
Will pushed himself up a little, panting breath only interrupted by sounds Hannibal found as pleasant as Will found them embarrassing, to sink fingers into lank hair and drag blunt fingernails over scull. "H-Hannibal!" Will managed to choke out before the smallest scrape of teeth let stars explode behind his eyes. He could feel Hannibal swallowing and then continue to lazily suck until Will grew impatient and began tugging Hannibal's hair. Hannibal complied, moving up the pliant body so Will could press their mouths together. Blown pupils send a satisfied shiver down Will's spine.
Hannibal's head whipped around to look at the oven and a satisfied smile tugged at the mouth that only moments ago reduced Will to a mess. "It appears you finished just in time, Will, the bread rolls smell excellent."
Will snorted and let himself be lifted down to stand on slightly unsteady legs. No matter how talented Hannibal's mouth was in most areas, making puns definitely wasn't one of those.
The kitchen was spotless ones more, back to it's meticulous state of cleanliness, though Hannibal was sure it wouldn't remain that way for long once he started to teach Will how to properly cook a three course dinner without running out of time. With him here to supervise the end result would be easier to clean up than the day before but Hannibal wasn't fooling himself. It would take much time before Will's skill in the kitchen would satisfy him completely.
Of course the menu Hannibal had chosen for this evening was nothing too difficult for Will, or at least not with Hannibal's help.
He allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth for a fleeting moment. Working in the kitchen was always wonderful, he loved to be so in control over the things he worked with. Being able to do this together with Will was the icing on the cake so to speak. Teaching the man new things and helping him had become Hannibal's favourite part time occupation.
It had started simple enough, with Will asking Hannibal to translate something for him and turned quickly into Hannibal teaching Will various languages. It was inconceivably pleasing and satisfying to observe even the smallest improvement in Will's skill and even more so to watch Will's face when Hannibal told him that he deserved a reward.
The clock showed half past five, time to start with the preparations. They would start with the fruit sorbet, then move onto ready as much of the main course and the appetiser as possible.
Will walked into the kitchen as if on cue and Hannibal handed him an apron. He had assisted Will preparing the venison terrine with arugula the day before, marinating it and then finishing it this morning so it would be ready in the evening. No doubt the most time consuming part of tonight's dinner.
The sorbet was rather easy to make, Hannibal only had to correct Will on the amount of sugar he used, because he had let Will read the recipe merely once. Only a list with ingredients for each dish was placed on the counter and if Will didn't know how to proceed he asked. Which was rather often. Hannibal didn't mind though, he quite enjoyed helping Will after all.
Hannibal leaned in close, front brushing Will's back as he looked over the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "If you don't add more sugar your sorbet is going to be too icy instead of creamy." Will's hand jerked, nearly spilling the remaining sugar on the spoon all over the counter.
Oh yes, he enjoyed helping Will very much. This was his terrain and he felt powerful and in control, it was exhilarating. In nearly every other situation he could never be completely sure of Will's reactions or how his potential would shape the flow of events. Here he knew what he could expect from Will and have the man needing to rely on him. It came close to the feeling of hunting together, but even then Will sometimes was unpredictable.
Next was the bread rolls to be served together with the terrine. It was an easy standard recipe that could be polished easily with dried fruit or a filling. When Will asked about the measurements, Hannibal couldn't resist invading Will's personal space once more and take his hand to guide him. The quickening pulse underneath his gentle grip was simply exquisite. The knowledge of evoking such reactions was something he relished in every time. He pressed a bit closer, savouring the smell of Will that penetrated his nose with every inhale.
"You're horrible, Hannibal", Will mumbled when Hannibal's thumb started tracing small patterns onto his inner wrist without faltering in directing Will.
Hannibal puffed a small chuckle into Will's ear just to see the man shudder slightly.
"I could be much more horrible, my dear Will", he promised before letting go and stepping to the oven to preheat it. It was entertaining and pleasing to get Will flustered with tiny gestures. Knowing that he didn't have to do much to get a reaction and smelling the change in Will's odour. It was like tasting fine wine. One only needs a small sip to revel in it's luscious taste. Something you want to consume to the last drop but savour to the fullest at the same time.
The bread rolls were nicely coming along in the oven while Will peeled the potatoes for the au-gratin while Hannibal enjoyed tormenting Will with small touches and fleeting moments of pressing too close. Normally he wouldn't disturb anyone working in the kitchen, but watching Will squirm and trying not to lose focus was just too tempting to resist, just like Wilde said: "The only thing I cannot resist is temptation". Pushing Will had always been something he enjoyed, whether it was to a breaking-point or towards a solution. Will's feebly protests of Hannibal's touches weren't voiced in honesty and they both knew it. Will's handling of the knife became more and more inaccurate and for once Hannibal was not quick enough to realise before it was already too late. The knife, sharpened beforehand by him personally, sliced into Will's forefinger effortlessly, jerking a curse from Will's lips before bringing his finger to his mouth out of habit. Before it could reach Will's lips though Hannibal's hand intercepted the course, smoothly redirecting it towards his own. The redness against Will's pale skin looked simply divine. It was a sight Hannibal had captured in his mind again and again, whenever the possibility arose. It suited Will, especially in his face, contrasting beautifully with his pallor and hair. It was a look Hannibal wanted Will to wear to the end of time.
The coppery taste of Will's mouth and the slightly rough texture of his finger filled Hannibal's senses. He sucked and Will whimpered. Will turned his head to get a look at Hannibal's face and mouth and his knees almost buckled when Hannibal's tongue tenderly traced the cut. The hand not holding onto Will's wrist sneaked around his front, twisted underneath his sweater and trailed across his belly, fingernails scratching over soft flesh. Will let his head drop onto Hannibal's shoulder with a small groan. Hannibal continued caressing Will's skin, grazing a nipple to delight in Will's shudder. He stopped when Will started to squirm slightly against his hold, pulse thrumming against Hannibal's tongue and cheeks lovely flushed. Hannibal turned Will around, teeth closing over Will's finger, not hurting, just holding in place. Lips split into a smirk at the sight of wide blown pupils.
Will leaned heavily against the kitchen counter, his free hand crumpled Hannibal's expensive shirt while tucking to urge him as close as possible again. Hannibal hefted Will onto the counter easily and demanding legs folded over Hannibal's hips, ankles crossed behind his back and a sweet moan filled Hannibal's ear as their groins pressed together.
"Why, Doctor Lecter," Will breathed "I thought you wanted to teach me how to cook?"
Hannibal hummed in affirmation while stripping Will of his shirt as quick as possible short of using the knife.
"Don't worry, Will," he said in a smooth voice, shoving the cutting board along with the ingredients as far away as possible and planting wet kisses over Will's now exposed skin. "I plan to continue our cooking lesson, but I'm fairly certain you won't mind some activity to stir your appetite."
Chuckling, Will lay down on the counter after some wriggling, feet still trapping Hannibal's waist and looking up at him expectantly.
"I do like working out, but don't blame me if there are hairs in dinner later." The displeased look on Hannibal's face as he looked up from his current occupation of tasting every inch of Will's skin made him laugh until sharp teeth replaced it with a moan.
"I'd of course assume full responsibility if something as unfortunate as that were to happen," Hannibal said seriously, effectively silencing another wave of laughter by burying his face in Will's crotch.
"That's a relief then, I know how you can get about your food." Will's teasing tone was ignored completely in favour of discarding his trousers and eliciting a sharp gasp from Will's throat by mouthing his member though the underwear.
"However, I do fear that we have to hurry up, otherwise the bread rolls will be burned and unfit for consumption." Will groaned in frustration.
"Are you kidding me? Can't you just go over there and take them out of the oven?" Will didn't need to see Hannibal's face to know that there was a tiny wicked grin to be found on his features.
"If I were to do that they won't ever reach their true flavour. Besides, this is merely an appetiser, so to say. It is not supposed to fill you." Will couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Surely Hannibal couldn't be serious? He wanted to bang his head on the counter for being so stupid. Of course Hannibal wouldn't have sex while preparing dinner. It was a wonder that Will was lying here surrounded with ingredients. He made a face at that thought. Maybe not that unusual for Hannibal.
"I'm not preparing dinner with fucking blue balls," Will stated firmly, glaring at Hannibal as best as he could while feeling Hannibal's breath tease his cock through the thin material of his briefs.
"Language, Will," Hannibal chastised mildly. "I never said that I wouldn't let you come." Will breathed a sigh of relief.
Will raised an eyebrow. "Not supposed to fill me? So you're gonna prepare dinner with blue balls?"Sometimes it was even with his empathy impossible to understand how such an educated man as Hannibal could make such awful puns.
The briefs were pulled down by graceful fingers that skimmed ever so slightly over his aching erection. "I would prefer if you not phrase it that way, but your assumption is accurate." Will's eyebrow climbed higher at that. He most certainly wasn't going to argue as long as Hannibal wouldn't leave him to take his frustration out on the remaining ingredients.
"Throughout the rest of the evening," Hannibal's hand began to stroke quick and efficiently, punctuating every word and Will smacked his head on the counter with a low groan as his nerve endings hummed with sensation. "I want you to picture in vivid detail exactly what I am going to do to you the very second the last piece of sorbet has been consumed." Will only managed a whimper as the clever, teasing mouth closed around his member and began to mercilessly reduce Will to short gasps and moans.
"Describe what I would do to you, Will." How breath ghosted over Will's erection making him shiver while his brain struggled to understand what Hannibal required of it.
"You would watch me, not impatient but -ah! so good- hungry," It was difficult to concentrate let alone formulate a proper sentence while Hannibal was doing all sorts of thought robbing things. "You would wait until I was finished and then you -shit, Hannibal!- you would take me right there so you won't have to wait any longer. There would be lube somewhere in your suit and -ah!- and," Will's fingers digged painfully into the counter, trying to find any sort purchase to keep himself from coming already. "and you would take your time undressing me because you want to savour but you, you would remained dressed while fucking me slowly and-" Hannibal growled in affirmation or pleasure. Will didn't know he couldn't think anymore. He was tethering on the edge and his brain refused to work.
Will pushed himself up a little, panting breath only interrupted by sounds Hannibal found as pleasant as Will found them embarrassing, to sink fingers into lank hair and drag blunt fingernails over scull. "H-Hannibal!" Will managed to choke out before the smallest scrape of teeth let stars explode behind his eyes. He could feel Hannibal swallowing and then continue to lazily suck until Will grew impatient and began tugging Hannibal's hair. Hannibal complied, moving up the pliant body so Will could press their mouths together. Blown pupils send a satisfied shiver down Will's spine.
Hannibal's head whipped around to look at the oven and a satisfied smile tugged at the mouth that only moments ago reduced Will to a mess. "It appears you finished just in time, Will, the bread rolls smell excellent."
Will snorted and let himself be lifted down to stand on slightly unsteady legs. No matter how talented Hannibal's mouth was in most areas, making puns definitely wasn't one of those.
Friday, 20 November 2015
Cravings
The burger was delicious, filling Will's senses with the unmistakable characteristics of unhealthy fast food. It wasn't that he preferred junk food over Hannibal's perfectly prepared and cooked meals that always looked like a work of art rather than something you're supposed to eat. It was just that sometimes Will wanted really unhealthy and not as nice tasting food. If he had asked Hannibal to make a burger for him, Will was sure Hannibal would have said yes after a lot of disapproving looks and snide remarks. But it would still have tasted high class, instead of greasy and cheap and flavour enhancers.
He took another guilty bite. The fact that Hannibal enjoyed cooking for Will and was pleased watching him eat everything that was put in front of him was no secret to Will. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate it, but a burger every now and then or fries was something he needed at least once a month. Most of the time he came here after shopping, on the way home and never eat more than one burger in order to be hungry enough to eat his normal portion by the time lunch or dinner came around. Will shouldn't feel guilty for eating a bit junk food, only for keeping it a secret.
When Will started pulling into their driveway he froze for a panicked moment. He fucking had forgotten to buy gum. Shit shit shit. The last piece was long since chewed and he didn't have anything else to mask the taste of burger with. If he was lucky Hannibal would be to busy to cross Will's personal space before he had the chance to brush his teeth. Will took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Maybe it was the time to come clean. Will already got a headache just thinking about all the disapproving looks Hannibal would throw his way.
The sound of quiet classical music greeted Will's ears when he opened the door with his free hand. He never bought much stuff because Hannibal insisted on always having fresh ingredients. He made his way into the kitchen, glancing into the living room in passing. Hannibal was at the desk, probably working on a patient file. He had started working again as a therapist under a false name a few months ago.
Will relaxed a bit as he put the groceries away. If Hannibal was working he probably wouldn't get up to help. Will hummed a quiet note as he opened the fridge. Chances were not bad that he'd get to brush his teeth.
Strong arms grabbed him from behind, making Will's heart raced in shocked surprise for a moment. He hated it when Hannibal sneaked up on him like that.
Will leaned into the touch and the nose gently nuzzling his neck, not wanting to face Hannibal and his eyes fell on the pepperoni lying on a lower shelf. No, that would just make Hannibal incredible suspicious. The next move was taken from him when Hannibal turned him around slowly and leaned in to press their lips together, tongue expertly sweeping inside Will's mouth and then freezing. Just freezing for a second before pulling back with a wrinkled nose, lips pressed together as if he just had been morally offended.
"Hello, Hannibal," Will said, smiling sheepishly and doing his best to look as innocent as possible, though they both know that he was anything but.
"Will." Hannibal's tone was perfectly level, yet he still managed to make it sound full of disapproval. "Am I to assume that you prefer that over the meals I prepare every day?" Of course Hannibal would become all dramatic over this, Will thought with a sigh.
"You know perfectly well that I love your food, it tastes absolutely delicious."
"Yet you still crave something else," Hannibal pointed out, voice still perfectly void of emotions and Will wanted to bang his head against something.
"No, we're not going there, Hannibal. You're not gonna elevate my eating of junk food to a metaphor of our relationship!" Will glared at Hannibal who simply pursed his lips. "This is exactly the reason why I didn't tell you because you make it into a bigger issue than it actually is." Though Will knew that he was the party more at fault because of trying to hide it he couldn't get help getting angry and frustrated. Hannibal was a drama queen who tried to mask it by wrapping it in educated speech and sound logic.
"But you kept it a secret from me, Will." The hurt and disappointed note in Hannibal's voice was enough to make Will shift guiltily.
"I'm sorry for not telling you, but please don't make it sound as if I was having an affair. And I swear, if you ask me 'how many times' I'm gonna throw the next best ingredient at you."
"Alright," Hannibal said, narrowing his eyes slightly, "but in exchange I want you to promise me that you won't keep any more secrets from me, Will. There is no part of myself that I keep hidden from you. Every piece of me is yours to see and I hope you will grand me the same pleasure."
Will agreed with a nod and a quick kiss. "I promise. No more secrets, except if it's a surprise for you."
"Except for surprises." Hannibal confirmed, licking his lips with a look of displeasure. "Please brush your teeth, Will. This taste is offending."
He took another guilty bite. The fact that Hannibal enjoyed cooking for Will and was pleased watching him eat everything that was put in front of him was no secret to Will. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate it, but a burger every now and then or fries was something he needed at least once a month. Most of the time he came here after shopping, on the way home and never eat more than one burger in order to be hungry enough to eat his normal portion by the time lunch or dinner came around. Will shouldn't feel guilty for eating a bit junk food, only for keeping it a secret.
When Will started pulling into their driveway he froze for a panicked moment. He fucking had forgotten to buy gum. Shit shit shit. The last piece was long since chewed and he didn't have anything else to mask the taste of burger with. If he was lucky Hannibal would be to busy to cross Will's personal space before he had the chance to brush his teeth. Will took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Maybe it was the time to come clean. Will already got a headache just thinking about all the disapproving looks Hannibal would throw his way.
The sound of quiet classical music greeted Will's ears when he opened the door with his free hand. He never bought much stuff because Hannibal insisted on always having fresh ingredients. He made his way into the kitchen, glancing into the living room in passing. Hannibal was at the desk, probably working on a patient file. He had started working again as a therapist under a false name a few months ago.
Will relaxed a bit as he put the groceries away. If Hannibal was working he probably wouldn't get up to help. Will hummed a quiet note as he opened the fridge. Chances were not bad that he'd get to brush his teeth.
Strong arms grabbed him from behind, making Will's heart raced in shocked surprise for a moment. He hated it when Hannibal sneaked up on him like that.
Will leaned into the touch and the nose gently nuzzling his neck, not wanting to face Hannibal and his eyes fell on the pepperoni lying on a lower shelf. No, that would just make Hannibal incredible suspicious. The next move was taken from him when Hannibal turned him around slowly and leaned in to press their lips together, tongue expertly sweeping inside Will's mouth and then freezing. Just freezing for a second before pulling back with a wrinkled nose, lips pressed together as if he just had been morally offended.
"Hello, Hannibal," Will said, smiling sheepishly and doing his best to look as innocent as possible, though they both know that he was anything but.
"Will." Hannibal's tone was perfectly level, yet he still managed to make it sound full of disapproval. "Am I to assume that you prefer that over the meals I prepare every day?" Of course Hannibal would become all dramatic over this, Will thought with a sigh.
"You know perfectly well that I love your food, it tastes absolutely delicious."
"Yet you still crave something else," Hannibal pointed out, voice still perfectly void of emotions and Will wanted to bang his head against something.
"No, we're not going there, Hannibal. You're not gonna elevate my eating of junk food to a metaphor of our relationship!" Will glared at Hannibal who simply pursed his lips. "This is exactly the reason why I didn't tell you because you make it into a bigger issue than it actually is." Though Will knew that he was the party more at fault because of trying to hide it he couldn't get help getting angry and frustrated. Hannibal was a drama queen who tried to mask it by wrapping it in educated speech and sound logic.
"But you kept it a secret from me, Will." The hurt and disappointed note in Hannibal's voice was enough to make Will shift guiltily.
"I'm sorry for not telling you, but please don't make it sound as if I was having an affair. And I swear, if you ask me 'how many times' I'm gonna throw the next best ingredient at you."
"Alright," Hannibal said, narrowing his eyes slightly, "but in exchange I want you to promise me that you won't keep any more secrets from me, Will. There is no part of myself that I keep hidden from you. Every piece of me is yours to see and I hope you will grand me the same pleasure."
Will agreed with a nod and a quick kiss. "I promise. No more secrets, except if it's a surprise for you."
"Except for surprises." Hannibal confirmed, licking his lips with a look of displeasure. "Please brush your teeth, Will. This taste is offending."
Monday, 28 September 2015
You have been served Chapter 1
Chaper 1: The heart of the home
"Lamprey à la Bordelaise,",Hannibal said, carefully placing one of the deliciously looking dish in front of Will before settling down with his own. "Bon Appètit"
It was still beyond Will how the other managed to make anything on a plate look like art even if Hannibal always took hours in the kitchen. Honestly, Will felt bad for only receiving fancy after fancy dish and contributing next to nothing himself besides washing, cutting and slicing whatever Hannibal put in front of him. It wasn't like he couldn't cook, but compared to the magic Hannibal worked in the kitchen his skill wasn't even worth mentioning. Admittedly, Hannibal didn't mind all the cooking, quite the contrary. He enjoy
preparing food for Will and observing him eat. Still, it didn't sit right with Will.
"Is something the matter, Will? You seem troubled." Hannibal's piercing gaze seemed to force the answer straight out of Will's throat.
He felt his cheeks heating slightly even before he breathed the first word and cursed his traitorous body. After killing, kissing and everything else he'd done with Hannibal this really shouldn't make him feel like a teenager asking for a date.
"I'm aware that my skills, when it comes to cooking, aren't nearly anywhere near the level you are used to but I'd like to, I mean if you want to that is," Will stammered when he saw the small smile that barely tugged at Hannibal's lips. "I'd like to prepare dinner for us from time to time."
The look Hannibal gifted him with made Will's breath catch in his throat. Even after all the times Hannibal had looked at him like this it still felt foreign, alien to Will to be regarded with such adoration and love.
"It would be my pleasure. I'd very much like to experience your cooking, my dear Will."
Of course, Hannibal was well aware of the fact that Will's skill were barely more than adequate but hearing Will uttering the words, his slightly flushed cheeks and his obvious embarrassment pleased Hannibal immensely. People had rarely ever invited Hannibal for dinner after having tasted his talent. Without a doubt Will was nervous and afraid of somehow disappointing Hannibal, he could smell Will's worry, it hung practically tangible in the air between them. It was exquisite. Besides, he appreciated everything Will did for him. Everything he had done and would do for him.
It was a first for him to be accepted and loved in such a way even after knowing the darkest parts and black holes of his soul.
Staring at his empty plate Will felt the nervousness creeping up on him, trying to strangle every sane thought he owned and drowning him in immobility. After all the things he had seen and committed it was vexing that such a comparably simple task send his heart aflutter with nerves. It made his new scars itch.
Rationally, he knew that there was no reason to be nervous, that Hannibal would be pleased with Will's gesture no matter how bad the dish would taste, though of course quality food would please Hannibal more. It was like trying to convince your paranoia that there was no reason to be so frightened. The conscious self was well aware that this was true but the primal level didn't understand, continuing to shy away terrified.
The question of what to prepare kept Will awake for some time, sitting in the living room and scrolling through the internet. Then recipe shouldn't be too easy but not so difficult that Will would totally embarrass himself. When he finally went to bed he could positively feel the amusement radiating off of Hannibal. The man seemed to have a thing for relishing in Will's troubles far too much to make it okay. Sometimes he really wanted to smother the man with his own pillow.
Although the dishes he had chosen weren't overly difficult, at least he hoped they weren't, he had felt compelled to do a three course menu. Of course he didn't delude himself, thinking that he'd ever be able to make something that scratched Hannibal's standards, but he at least wanted to try as hard as he could. Though everything had names he at least could pronounce properly.
Soon, Will fell into an uneasy sleep. Plagued by images of Hannibal's face split between amusement, adoration and disgust as Will served his meals.
The rays of daylight proofed to be little better, reason still battling with fears and sending him askew throughout the whole day. Why couldn't he have just asked Hannibal to teach him how to cook some of the fancy meals, though they never would've tasted as good? Or asked if he could prepare breakfast every morning? Will sighed as he strolled through the ridiculously huge supermarket trying to locate the next item on his list.
The smell emerging from the kitchen wasn't unpleasant but Hannibal already knew not to expect a culinary delicacy from Will. Still, he was excited to taste the meal Will made for them both, simply because it was Will and the fact that he wanted to do something for Hannibal.
An appealing salad with a few slices of grilled salmon and complimented with asparagus greeted his sight when an adorably anxious Will emerged from the kitchen.
"Bonefish salad with a citrus vinaigrette, " Will tried to place the plate gracefully in front of Hannibal but didn't quite succeed. "Only two people at this table tonight."
The fraction of a smile appeared on his face." I don't mind it being just two people gracing tonight's dinner as long as it's you I can enjoy it with." He positively loved bringing a blush to Will's face.
"Some say the dinner table is the heart of the home. All activities cease for a while to settle down and enjoy one's meal."
"I would wager that for most homes the wife is the heart. Take her out and what all would cease working before someone else takes on the part?"
"True, but we are not most households, unless you wanted to imply something with the part of the wife." Will choked a bit on a piece of salmon to the soft sound of Hannibal's amused chuckle. Hannibal was well aware that Will had not meant it like that, properly remembering his childhood home, but he couldn't help tease the man.
Neither the bonefish salad nor the spicy tuna bowl with jasmin rice and passion fruit salsa had been bad and it was gratifying to tell Will so, just to see his face break into relieved smile. The Jamaican coconut pie proved that Will had an obvious talent when it came to baking and Hannibal made a mental note to prepare desert with Will from time to time. Hannibal loved baking as well, but not quite as much as cooking. A nagging suspicion at the back of his mind told him it was because it was vegetarian far too often but he chose to ignore it.
Though Will had protested vehemently, Hannibal helped cleaning the table, stopping only the tiniest fraction of a second when he entered the kitchen. It was no surprise Will had wanted to clean up on his own, trying to spare Hannibal the sight that greeted him now.
Dirty pans and dishes littered a good part of the kitchen, spilled sauce here and there, leftover or improper cut ingredients still decorating various surfaces of cutting boards.
"Sorry," Will glanced at Hannibal, shrugging a bit guiltily. "My time management for preparing a three course menu still needs improving. I don't know how you accomplish it to leave the kitchen so spotless."
It really was painfully obvious that this had been Will's first full menu, completely prepared and executed all by himself. Hannibal felt equally parts troubled by the state of his kitchen and touched by Will's attempt to please him.
His gaze settled on Will who tried to not shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"Tomorrow we'll begin practising how to properly conduct a demanding dinner, though your effort has been rather pleasing for a novice."
"Lamprey à la Bordelaise,",Hannibal said, carefully placing one of the deliciously looking dish in front of Will before settling down with his own. "Bon Appètit"
It was still beyond Will how the other managed to make anything on a plate look like art even if Hannibal always took hours in the kitchen. Honestly, Will felt bad for only receiving fancy after fancy dish and contributing next to nothing himself besides washing, cutting and slicing whatever Hannibal put in front of him. It wasn't like he couldn't cook, but compared to the magic Hannibal worked in the kitchen his skill wasn't even worth mentioning. Admittedly, Hannibal didn't mind all the cooking, quite the contrary. He enjoy
preparing food for Will and observing him eat. Still, it didn't sit right with Will.
"Is something the matter, Will? You seem troubled." Hannibal's piercing gaze seemed to force the answer straight out of Will's throat.
He felt his cheeks heating slightly even before he breathed the first word and cursed his traitorous body. After killing, kissing and everything else he'd done with Hannibal this really shouldn't make him feel like a teenager asking for a date.
"I'm aware that my skills, when it comes to cooking, aren't nearly anywhere near the level you are used to but I'd like to, I mean if you want to that is," Will stammered when he saw the small smile that barely tugged at Hannibal's lips. "I'd like to prepare dinner for us from time to time."
The look Hannibal gifted him with made Will's breath catch in his throat. Even after all the times Hannibal had looked at him like this it still felt foreign, alien to Will to be regarded with such adoration and love.
"It would be my pleasure. I'd very much like to experience your cooking, my dear Will."
Of course, Hannibal was well aware of the fact that Will's skill were barely more than adequate but hearing Will uttering the words, his slightly flushed cheeks and his obvious embarrassment pleased Hannibal immensely. People had rarely ever invited Hannibal for dinner after having tasted his talent. Without a doubt Will was nervous and afraid of somehow disappointing Hannibal, he could smell Will's worry, it hung practically tangible in the air between them. It was exquisite. Besides, he appreciated everything Will did for him. Everything he had done and would do for him.
It was a first for him to be accepted and loved in such a way even after knowing the darkest parts and black holes of his soul.
Staring at his empty plate Will felt the nervousness creeping up on him, trying to strangle every sane thought he owned and drowning him in immobility. After all the things he had seen and committed it was vexing that such a comparably simple task send his heart aflutter with nerves. It made his new scars itch.
Rationally, he knew that there was no reason to be nervous, that Hannibal would be pleased with Will's gesture no matter how bad the dish would taste, though of course quality food would please Hannibal more. It was like trying to convince your paranoia that there was no reason to be so frightened. The conscious self was well aware that this was true but the primal level didn't understand, continuing to shy away terrified.
The question of what to prepare kept Will awake for some time, sitting in the living room and scrolling through the internet. Then recipe shouldn't be too easy but not so difficult that Will would totally embarrass himself. When he finally went to bed he could positively feel the amusement radiating off of Hannibal. The man seemed to have a thing for relishing in Will's troubles far too much to make it okay. Sometimes he really wanted to smother the man with his own pillow.
Although the dishes he had chosen weren't overly difficult, at least he hoped they weren't, he had felt compelled to do a three course menu. Of course he didn't delude himself, thinking that he'd ever be able to make something that scratched Hannibal's standards, but he at least wanted to try as hard as he could. Though everything had names he at least could pronounce properly.
Soon, Will fell into an uneasy sleep. Plagued by images of Hannibal's face split between amusement, adoration and disgust as Will served his meals.
The rays of daylight proofed to be little better, reason still battling with fears and sending him askew throughout the whole day. Why couldn't he have just asked Hannibal to teach him how to cook some of the fancy meals, though they never would've tasted as good? Or asked if he could prepare breakfast every morning? Will sighed as he strolled through the ridiculously huge supermarket trying to locate the next item on his list.
The smell emerging from the kitchen wasn't unpleasant but Hannibal already knew not to expect a culinary delicacy from Will. Still, he was excited to taste the meal Will made for them both, simply because it was Will and the fact that he wanted to do something for Hannibal.
An appealing salad with a few slices of grilled salmon and complimented with asparagus greeted his sight when an adorably anxious Will emerged from the kitchen.
"Bonefish salad with a citrus vinaigrette, " Will tried to place the plate gracefully in front of Hannibal but didn't quite succeed. "Only two people at this table tonight."
The fraction of a smile appeared on his face." I don't mind it being just two people gracing tonight's dinner as long as it's you I can enjoy it with." He positively loved bringing a blush to Will's face.
"Some say the dinner table is the heart of the home. All activities cease for a while to settle down and enjoy one's meal."
"I would wager that for most homes the wife is the heart. Take her out and what all would cease working before someone else takes on the part?"
"True, but we are not most households, unless you wanted to imply something with the part of the wife." Will choked a bit on a piece of salmon to the soft sound of Hannibal's amused chuckle. Hannibal was well aware that Will had not meant it like that, properly remembering his childhood home, but he couldn't help tease the man.
Neither the bonefish salad nor the spicy tuna bowl with jasmin rice and passion fruit salsa had been bad and it was gratifying to tell Will so, just to see his face break into relieved smile. The Jamaican coconut pie proved that Will had an obvious talent when it came to baking and Hannibal made a mental note to prepare desert with Will from time to time. Hannibal loved baking as well, but not quite as much as cooking. A nagging suspicion at the back of his mind told him it was because it was vegetarian far too often but he chose to ignore it.
Though Will had protested vehemently, Hannibal helped cleaning the table, stopping only the tiniest fraction of a second when he entered the kitchen. It was no surprise Will had wanted to clean up on his own, trying to spare Hannibal the sight that greeted him now.
Dirty pans and dishes littered a good part of the kitchen, spilled sauce here and there, leftover or improper cut ingredients still decorating various surfaces of cutting boards.
"Sorry," Will glanced at Hannibal, shrugging a bit guiltily. "My time management for preparing a three course menu still needs improving. I don't know how you accomplish it to leave the kitchen so spotless."
It really was painfully obvious that this had been Will's first full menu, completely prepared and executed all by himself. Hannibal felt equally parts troubled by the state of his kitchen and touched by Will's attempt to please him.
His gaze settled on Will who tried to not shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"Tomorrow we'll begin practising how to properly conduct a demanding dinner, though your effort has been rather pleasing for a novice."
Saturday, 26 September 2015
Perfectionist
Thursday, 18:46
The smell of a not quite too long worn shirt perturbed Hannibal's nose, though he loved the underlying smell of Will. For a long while he stared at the piece of clothing lying on the couch. His fingers twitched to remove the mindlessly discarded piece of clothing. No, he wouldn't. Sooner or later Will would notice and take care of it himself.
The kitchen was better. No piece out of place. Hannibal took a calming breath. It always made him feel grounded to stand in his perfectly organised kitchen, ready to start preparing dinner.
Slicing the meat, seasoning it to meticulous flavour with a soft caress, artistically preparing every ingredient that would highlight his dish. It was wonderful to feel such control.
The shirt decorating a chair made his eye almost twitch when he placed the plate in front of Will. No reaction came past his perfected control though. Patience was the key. Will's empathic abilities would surely let him realise how much those tiny imperfections bothered him and they'd be gone soon.
When Will went upstairs, shirt still lying forgotten in the living room Hannibal remembered that he had wanted to do the laundry this evenying.
Friday, 7:15
Hannibal stared at the coffee cup greeting his first step into his almost perfectly organised kitchen standing next to the sink. The dishwasher was opened a bit, mocking him with it's visibleness. It seemed like it was laughing at him, but Hannibal was aware that that was just his mind taunting him. Patience was the key. Pointing out someones mistakes wasn't nearly as easy to accept for the other person as realising it themselves was. Realising something yourself added no sting of reprimandation and was therefore much easier to accept. Hannibal was a predator and if there was something he had learned it was waiting patiently. Though every other sense in him seemed to try strangling the shirnking piece of patience. His will was strong. He had managed to wait for Will to accept the gruesome and bloody beauty for what it was and he could wait just as long for Will to realise that he couldn't leave things lying around and wait days before removing them.
Opening the dishwasher showed Hannibal that it was nearly full and had just enough room for Will's and his mug before it had to be activated.
Friday, 16:54
It had been raining the whole day, transforming every piece of soil in it's wake into a puddle of mud. Hannibal hurried to get the groveries inside the house before the paper bags soaked through.
The opened front door revealed a trail of dirt leading into the living room where Will rested on the couch sleeping, an angelic smile tugged around his lips. Hannibal didn't wasn't sure which urge was stronger. Touching the smile on Will's face with his lips or smothering him with the pillow lying on the floor.
Something dripped from the grocery bag and Hannibal hurried to the kitchen. He needed to clean that up lest it left stains in the wooden floor.
Friday, 21:33
The feel of Will's skin beneath Hannibal was heavenly. Nothing in the world came close of being able and allowed to touch Will and drag those unearthly sounds out of the man's flesh. Feeling heat and neediness beneath his every finger but Hannibal's nose was assaulted with the smell of a hard days labour and he had no clue as to how to make his keen smell go away for a few blessed minutes.
Saturday, 7:02
The reflection in his mirror stared back at him blackly, no emotion mirroring it's emotions after it had seen the few tiny pieces of stubble darkening the perfect white of expensive ceramic. Hannibal's blank face mirrored the landscape of his mind perfectly. He didn't know how to react anymore. Will's empathy had be the end of the tunnel, the salve on his brain to tame his perfectionistic side and lead it to less violent, no, impatient waters. Hannibal was well aware of the fact that there would be no one like Will ever again and he'd never let his negative emotions get the better of him again.
There were a few stubbles on his face. He would need to shave before going downstairs.
Saturday, 7:21
The dirty shirt lying on the couch was the last straw. His piercing gaze settled on the man sitting next to it.
"Will, I'm neither your housemaid nor your wife." His eyes wandered to the offending shirt and Will turned his head slightly to see what had caught Hannibal's attention. Will's lips twitched the tiniest bit in amusement and Hannibal had to be no empath to know what went through the other's mind.
He could practically see the mental check list. Cooking. Cleaning. Doing the laundry. Decorating the house.
Nostrils flaring, Hannibal turned around to go check if the laundry was already dry. He would not take the shirt with him.
"Please wait, Hannibal." Will's hand curled around his wrist, gently urging him to turn around. "Sorry." The small smile threatening to take over Will's mouth said that he was anything but. Surely Will would be able to live with a few digits less. Hannibal could cook them like chicken wings.
Dark curls tickling his cheek cut off Hannibal's line of thought and Will gave him a small, chaste kiss on the mouth.
"I was just curious what you would do when I messed a bit with your cleaning kink." The mischievous twinkle in Will's eyes suited his handsome features far too good.
The smell of a not quite too long worn shirt perturbed Hannibal's nose, though he loved the underlying smell of Will. For a long while he stared at the piece of clothing lying on the couch. His fingers twitched to remove the mindlessly discarded piece of clothing. No, he wouldn't. Sooner or later Will would notice and take care of it himself.
The kitchen was better. No piece out of place. Hannibal took a calming breath. It always made him feel grounded to stand in his perfectly organised kitchen, ready to start preparing dinner.
Slicing the meat, seasoning it to meticulous flavour with a soft caress, artistically preparing every ingredient that would highlight his dish. It was wonderful to feel such control.
The shirt decorating a chair made his eye almost twitch when he placed the plate in front of Will. No reaction came past his perfected control though. Patience was the key. Will's empathic abilities would surely let him realise how much those tiny imperfections bothered him and they'd be gone soon.
When Will went upstairs, shirt still lying forgotten in the living room Hannibal remembered that he had wanted to do the laundry this evenying.
Friday, 7:15
Hannibal stared at the coffee cup greeting his first step into his almost perfectly organised kitchen standing next to the sink. The dishwasher was opened a bit, mocking him with it's visibleness. It seemed like it was laughing at him, but Hannibal was aware that that was just his mind taunting him. Patience was the key. Pointing out someones mistakes wasn't nearly as easy to accept for the other person as realising it themselves was. Realising something yourself added no sting of reprimandation and was therefore much easier to accept. Hannibal was a predator and if there was something he had learned it was waiting patiently. Though every other sense in him seemed to try strangling the shirnking piece of patience. His will was strong. He had managed to wait for Will to accept the gruesome and bloody beauty for what it was and he could wait just as long for Will to realise that he couldn't leave things lying around and wait days before removing them.
Opening the dishwasher showed Hannibal that it was nearly full and had just enough room for Will's and his mug before it had to be activated.
Friday, 16:54
It had been raining the whole day, transforming every piece of soil in it's wake into a puddle of mud. Hannibal hurried to get the groveries inside the house before the paper bags soaked through.
The opened front door revealed a trail of dirt leading into the living room where Will rested on the couch sleeping, an angelic smile tugged around his lips. Hannibal didn't wasn't sure which urge was stronger. Touching the smile on Will's face with his lips or smothering him with the pillow lying on the floor.
Something dripped from the grocery bag and Hannibal hurried to the kitchen. He needed to clean that up lest it left stains in the wooden floor.
Friday, 21:33
The feel of Will's skin beneath Hannibal was heavenly. Nothing in the world came close of being able and allowed to touch Will and drag those unearthly sounds out of the man's flesh. Feeling heat and neediness beneath his every finger but Hannibal's nose was assaulted with the smell of a hard days labour and he had no clue as to how to make his keen smell go away for a few blessed minutes.
Saturday, 7:02
The reflection in his mirror stared back at him blackly, no emotion mirroring it's emotions after it had seen the few tiny pieces of stubble darkening the perfect white of expensive ceramic. Hannibal's blank face mirrored the landscape of his mind perfectly. He didn't know how to react anymore. Will's empathy had be the end of the tunnel, the salve on his brain to tame his perfectionistic side and lead it to less violent, no, impatient waters. Hannibal was well aware of the fact that there would be no one like Will ever again and he'd never let his negative emotions get the better of him again.
There were a few stubbles on his face. He would need to shave before going downstairs.
Saturday, 7:21
The dirty shirt lying on the couch was the last straw. His piercing gaze settled on the man sitting next to it.
"Will, I'm neither your housemaid nor your wife." His eyes wandered to the offending shirt and Will turned his head slightly to see what had caught Hannibal's attention. Will's lips twitched the tiniest bit in amusement and Hannibal had to be no empath to know what went through the other's mind.
He could practically see the mental check list. Cooking. Cleaning. Doing the laundry. Decorating the house.
Nostrils flaring, Hannibal turned around to go check if the laundry was already dry. He would not take the shirt with him.
"Please wait, Hannibal." Will's hand curled around his wrist, gently urging him to turn around. "Sorry." The small smile threatening to take over Will's mouth said that he was anything but. Surely Will would be able to live with a few digits less. Hannibal could cook them like chicken wings.
Dark curls tickling his cheek cut off Hannibal's line of thought and Will gave him a small, chaste kiss on the mouth.
"I was just curious what you would do when I messed a bit with your cleaning kink." The mischievous twinkle in Will's eyes suited his handsome features far too good.
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