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The first time it happened was on accident.

Will was wrist deep in the viscera of Darren Chapman, a very rude reporter who had referred to Hannibal as “hook nosed.”

Mr. Chapman was the third of their joint victims, all chosen by Hannibal, though Will’s distaste at victim number one’s stance on dog fights probably played a lot into his beheading.

His fingers squelched through the open wound in the middle of the man’s chest and the feel of it went right to Will’s cock.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been aroused during a kill.

He could remember quite vividly the first time they’d touched sexually, which happened to be over the body of victim number two Francis Vora. Hannibal had taken advantage, as he was wont to do, overpowered his attention and all but forced him to answer to his fascination.

“Tell me what makes this one different than the first.”

Will had been painfully hard, struggling to breathe, and could barely get out the words.

“I don’t know.”

Hannibal had painted his mouth with the gore covering his hands, reveled in the way Will had fallen apart so easily as they kissed and fucked up into his hand. After Hannibal had licked him clean, told him to give in to every desire.

“Nothing you enjoy could turn me away.”

Will knew that Hannibal would always go for tearing someone apart now because of it in order to fan the flame of this fetish.

Even now as he watched Hannibal saw off Chapman’s leg, Will knew he’d touch the hanging broken flesh to get his attention.

So Will decided to get his first.

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Guts by nightliferogue
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11207388

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The first time Hannibal stayed awake to watch Will sleep was out of genuine appreciation.

They had been traveling together for several months before giving into the growing desire between them, a hurried moment of shared weakness that resulted in a truly transcendental experience that he had later immortalized in his memory palace.

Exhaustion had overtaken Will almost immediately as they’d held each other close, the feel of his even breathing hard to miss.

Hannibal had gently moved his arm to the pillow beside him so as not to disturb Will even a moment, and was caught by the beauty of him illuminated by the candlelight of their room. He’d laid his head on the pillow and stared, eyes wet with happiness, and just watched.

This was Will asleep in his bed.

The sun had come without his knowledge, and he wondered just easy it would to let this love consume him.

Will had no knowledge of that first night and the many nights after it that he’d indulged in his watch. Hannibal was more than content with the fact that he loved Will much more than Will loved him. That was how things should be.

The sleepless nights did little to change his everyday life and as those first few months progressed he thought Will would never discover his late night activity.

He was wrong.

Will had started to frown over breakfast as if deep in thought and the effect quite unsettled him.

Was he unhappy?

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Something was wrong.

Will paused in the doorway and frowned, listening for any signs of a pending greeting by an enthusiastic dog and his almost always equally enthusiastic husband.

He set down his bag by the door and stepped quietly through the house, hearing nothing but silence.

When he found the reason why Will couldn’t resist taking a picture.

Hannibal and Cephie were both sound asleep in their bed, the dog curled up in Hannibal’s arms quite comfortably while her tiny nose buried far under his chin.

Will couldn’t believe Hannibal would allow such a thing but had secretly suspected they might have been bonding more and more while he was at work.

He quietly padded over to the bed and shook Hannibal’s shoulder.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Hannibal opened one eye, his tired gaze soft and not at all rushing to move.

“You…”

Will kissed him softly, leaning over to pet Encephalitis before pulling away.

“I see I’ve been replaced.”

Hannibal’s cheeks reddened. “Not exactly, you see Encephalitis was rather forlorn earlier and I was comforting her as she slept.”

Will grinned. “Forlorn?”

Hannibal touched the dog’s head, petting her softly. “She gets very distressed when we run into that horrible St. Bernard down the block. I was very quick to lift her from its clutches and berate the owner but the damage done was quite dramatic

and I…”

Will kissed him and cut off the rest of the story, Hannibal’s hand coming to rest at his cheek as their tongues slid against each other. When they parted Hannibal let out a sigh, fingers caressing Will’s cheek.

“I love you,” Will whispered, pressing their lips together again.

Hannibal mumbled, “And I you, beloved, though I am unsure of what brought on such a gift.”

Will smiled. “You and the dog, I just….the old Hannibal would have never. You’re so different yet exactly the same.”

Hannibal frowned.

“I do not feel different,” his fingers moved down Will’s cheek, “Though you do.”

Will laid down and Hannibal shivered as he nosed his neck.

“Oh you’re different,” Will teased a soft lick up the side of his neck, “You smell different and act different. The Hannibal I knew before would never be caught dead walking a dog let alone sleeping next to one.”

Hannibal ran fingers through Will’s hair and Encephalitis suddenly licked his cheek. He laughed and lifted his head to pet her snout.

“She is part of our family, Will.”

Will smiled at him. “Our fur baby.”

Hannibal ran his palm over Encephalitis’ nose and she forced an additional touch by burrowing under his hand again.

“I suppose,” Hannibal said softly, “Though I think that particular idea is rather pushing things. Babies cannot do half of what Encephalitis can.”

Will laughed and scratched her nose.

“You’re better than a baby, aren’t you? Yes you are.”

She laid herself on his chest while Will took the other side.

“Much better,” Hannibal said, “Dogs her age can learn to kill full grown men. Humans can’t do that till they’re much older.”

Will lifted his head and stared at him.

“Hannibal,” he stared at the dog, “Did you train the dog to kill people?”

Hannibal frowned. “I wasn’t supposed to?”

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Will was in the shower again.

Hannibal lay back and closed his eyes, trying not to feel offended that the man he loved was so disgusted with what they’d just done that he had to immediately shower off all remnants of it.

This happened every time they were intimate, no matter the occasion or location Will would break from his arms and wipe away what he obviously considered so abhorrent.

The shower went off and Hannibal opened his eyes just in time to see Will standing there in almost completely dressed. His shirt was open and his hair wet from the spray.

“Have you washed away your sinful feelings for me yet, Will? At the rate you’re going there will not be much skin left to clean.”

Will’s resigned look made Hannibal that much angrier. He didn’t speak, just stared at anything but Hannibal with his arms crossed.

“I should be offended that you delight in slaughter much more than you delight in me. I have seen you sit covered in blood for hours and…”

Will turned away to leave, the slow drag of his feet making it that much easier for Hannibal to rise up from the bed nude and rush to stop him. He grabbed Will’s arm and pushed him against the door roughly.

“Answer me! What is it that…”

Will closed his eyes, breathing labored as he said thickly, “I want to stay,” he shook in Hannibal’s grasp as he pressed his eyelids even more tightly closed, “I want to lean into you, smell us,” the last word was nearly moaned.

Hannibal pressed his cheek to Will’s.

“Then stay, Will. Do not punish us both.”

Will nuzzled his cheek and Hannibal kissed his ear, biting just enough to feel Will shiver.

“It’s wrong,” he whispered, tears wetting Hannibal’s cheek, “We don’t deserve this.”

Hannibal lifted this head and touched Will’s cheek, wiping away tears.

“Do you love me, Will?”

Will opened his eyes, mouth trembling as he confessed, “You know I do.”

Hannibal ran his thumb over Will’s bottom lip. “Say it, Will. Confess this horrible sin you think you’ve committed.”

Will let out a breath. “Hannibal.”

Hannibal’s thumb traced his top lip now, “Say it, Will. I could die tomorrow without ever having heard those words. I have said them to you so often, have given you what I consider a gift. Do I not deserve to hear it as well?”

Will swallowed and licked his lips, a wet drop of water sliding down his forehead as Hannibal took in the sight of him.

“I,” Will breathed, “I love you.”

Hannibal closed his eyes at the confession, tasting it in the air and remembering the cadence of the words.

Will’s hand on his cheek was a surprise and he opened his eyes to see Will staring in wonder.

“You’re crying,” Will said softly, “I never expected…”

Hannibal blinked, realizing his vision was quite obscured with the wetness of tears. “So it seems I am. I have never heard anything so wonderful in all my life.”

Will kissed them then, soft and tenderly before confessing his sin again against Hannibal’s lips.

“I love you, Hannibal Lecter.”

Hannibal pulled him closer and they turned, Will suddenly so much softer beneath him and he tasted every bit of Will’s feeling in his skin reveling in this moment.

Will shivered and shuddered beneath him, desperate for touch, and after he held his love pressed close to his chest for the first time.

Neither of them had ever slept more soundly, and from that moment on never slept parted again.

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“Please, don’t leave.”

The noise woke Will from a deep sleep, the dog barking and a
dragging noise making him instantly get out of bed and head down the
hallway.

He saw Hannibal standing there, holding a suitcase.

“What’s going on?”

Hannibal said, “I’ve decided to leave. As I know my
presence upsets you, it seemed the best course of action for both of our
sakes.”

Will didn’t say a word and he turned away, heading further down
the hall.

“You can’t just…”

Hannibal turned, glaring. “We have been in this house for
nearly a month and in that time we have shared as little space as you will
allow me. It is a red letter day when we share more than four words between us,
and even those seem like a torture I no longer wish to put you through. I will
not force you to coexist with me.”

Will had to swallow back bile at the idea of being separated
from Hannibal.

“Please, don’t leave.”

Hannibal let out a long sigh. “You do not want me here. I
make you angry, I am aware that I foiled your plans for our demise in the fall.
I am sorry to have taken a clean death away from you, burdening you with
feelings you no longer wish to remember. I would have preferred if you had
allowed Francis to kill me over this torturous existence. I cannot bear to look
at you any longer, Will, I…”

He turned, dragging a suitcase behind him as he ignored Will’s
protests of, “No, I didn’t…you..I couldn’t just…Hannibal, please
stop.”

Hannibal did not, continuing on, “I am still quite unsure
why you did not just push me over and save yourself, though in your temporary
insanity I am sure you thought it wiser to kill us both. Perhaps the idea of
keeping yourself at arm’s length was appealing, I did not expect it of
you.”

Will felt tears on his face, “I didn’t…I couldn’t let you
die alone.”

Hannibal paused, turning to stare at him.

“Why?”

Will heard the dog barking again and ignored it, walking towards
Hannibal.

“I…god, I couldn’t…the whole time you were in there, I
couldn’t…I had nightmares where you died and I didn’t get to see you again.
I…”

Hannibal set down his suitcase, walking towards Will and meeting
him in the middle. “You fear for your feelings, I understand. I do not
enjoy this open wound you’ve given me either.”

Will fought for breath. “I can’t, I need you. I just…god
it’s so hard to let go. It’s…”

Hannibal reached out and their hands touched, making Will
moan.

“Do you ache as I do, Will?”

Will nodded, “I can’t, I…please, just make me. Just make
me, it’ll be so much easier.”

Hannibal smiled, pressing their hands tightly together as he
admitted, “You would hate me, if I did. I much prefer to see you fighting,
aching for a touch that you know I would gladly give you.”

Will bit his lip so hard he drew blood, taking two steps forward
his chest flush with Hannibal’s own.

“Things were so much easier when you were taking me apart,
putting me back together, not…I…”

Hannibal waited, purring, “Take what you need, Will.
Whatever you need, I would give you. Tear into me, beat me, love me, it does
not matter. Now that I know you do not hate me, there is nothing on earth that
will take me from you.”

Will whined, “I just…god, I…”

He grabbed Hannibal’s shoulders and crushed their mouths
together, a messy kiss that Hannibal growled into, letting Will turn them in
towards the wall to be pushed back against it. He felt Will’s excitement
against his hip and moved against it, reveling in his groan of
appreciation.

“Take me, Will, take all of me.”

Will tore open his shirt and buttons flew, Will’s mouth biting
into his flesh so hard he knew it would bruise. He shook under the force of
Will’s appreciation, his hunger, pushing back against the mouth assaulting him
even as he felt Will pulling away.

“God, I can’t…”

“I would gladly prostrate myself at you feet, Will, begging,” he
said breathlessly as Will began unbuckling his belt, shoving a hand down his
pants and moving his hand in time with Hannibal’s moans.

“Mylimasis, nesibaigia, nesibaigia,
prasome,” he panted, biting into Will’s mouth.

Will whimpered, “Touch me, god, please,
touch me,” and Hannibal did just that, moving his hand in time with Will’s own.

Panting open mouthed Hannibal came, tears
on his face as he sighed, “Yes, Will, yes, yes,” and Will’s whimpered, “Don’t
let go, god, please,” made him lick down his neck, biting hard as Will’s cum
stained his fingers.

They stood there, breathless and panting,
Will’s hand at the back of his head petting and Hannibal purring into his
throat, tasting the sweat of their exertions.

“Perfection,” he praised, biting at Will’s
skin even as he lifted his hand up to taste Will on his fingers.

Will held him tighter, nails digging into
his skin. “Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave.”

Hannibal let out a long sigh as he
finished, pulling himself back and staring into Will’s eyes.

“Why would I ever leave? There is no
longer a reason to keep my distance, as I have only begun to satisfy both of
our cravings.”

Will collapsed against him, Hannibal
holding him upright with ease.

The stickiness between them not even an
afterthought as Will whispered, “I need you.

Hannibal ran a hand through Will’s hair
and whispered, “And I you, Will, and I you.”

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I literally sat in the dark trying to fall asleep and ended up writing this in my head, so now I hate you more than I did before. *wipes tears from face and sniffles*

84. “I’m dying.”

Will pulled them both from the water, panting and coughing
as he finally got breath. He turned to look at Hannibal who was paler than he
should be, fighting for breath as he gasped, “Will, I’m dying.”

Will ran over to him, hands on his shirt as he shook his
head. “No, you’re not, we just need to get to that house there, it’s not far,
we can…”

Hannibal put his hand on Will’s cheek, the blood seeping
through and Will shivering from the cold. “No, I can…there is not much time,
I…”

Will shook his head, tears of frustration on his cheeks as
he yelled, “NO! You…you can’t die, Hannibal! It’s not…why did you have to turn
us around and…when you hit that rock I…fuck…this…”

Hannibal smiled, blood coming from his lips as he spoke, “I
am the…happiest…I have ever been…my beloved is crying for me…you will mourn
me…not follow.”

Will pressed his face to Hannibal’s neck, shaking his head
as his body shook, “No, no, it’s…he stabbed me worse, it’s not…”

“Promise me, mylimasis, promise. Suicide is the…ene…my.”

Will looked up, touching his face and nodding as he sobbed,
“I…god, I don’t want to…I…I’ll call Jack, he’ll…”

Hannibal shook his head, wincing at the pain as he moved.
“No…they will…you will burn for my crimes if they find you. Promise. Please,
Will. I…”

Will kissed him, tears blurring his vision as he nodded his
promise, swallowing back sobs as he felt Hannibal go limp in his arms.

When he woke it was to an empty room, feeling for someone
not beside him. He shot up, tears wetting his cheeks as he ran down the
hallway. “Hannibal? Hannibal?” he called out, his desperation getting louder
the longer he was alone.

He heard a dog bark and turned as he reached the living
room, seeing Hannibal there holding the dog’s leash. Will ran at him,
plastering himself to Hannibal as he burst into sobs, “Will, what’s happened?”

Will sobbed, clutching him tightly as he tried to speak,
“Don’t go, please…god, I can’t…you died, I just…god, please don’t leave me, I
can’t…”

Hannibal pet his head, kissing Will’s cheek and whispering,
“You had a nightmare, mylimasis, I am here.”

Will looked up from his chest, sniffling as he confessed,
“I…I dreamt about the water. You didn’t…you didn’t make it. I was…god I was
alone.”

Hannibal kissed him, pressing his lips tightly to Will’s own
and lingering before he let go.

“That was nearly ten years ago, Will, you have this dream
every year beloved right before our anniversary.”

Will hugged him so tightly, “I woke up and there was no one
there, and I just…I thought maybe…god, are you sure this isn’t a dream?”

Hannibal hugged him and whispered softly, “If it were, would
you want me to tell you?”

Will shook his head against Hannibal’s neck and sniffled,
whispering, “No, no I wouldn’t.”

This is totally fluff but how about Will and Hannibal sharing a bath? Could be due to necessity or just because one of them is feeling whimsical.

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Will leaned back against his chest, laughing still despite
their predicament.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

Hannibal kissed behind his ear, whispering, “Now I believe
it is going to be difficult to talk you out of it.”

Will laughed, reaching back to pinch him but getting no
reaction.

“We’re stuck. You do realize that.”

Hannibal took the loofa that sat lodged between them,
running it down Will’s arm as he delighted in his shiver. “I am quite aware,
Will. As I was the other six times you informed me of such.”

Will wiggled back on his cock, Hannibal growling in his ear
as he said, “Just reminding you, since it seems you’re perfectly fine to be
stuck here for the rest of our lives.”

Hannibal pressed his nose into Will’s neck, breathing in
him, “Not our entire lives, beloved, just until the water rises higher.”

Will sighed, leaning back on him and then pausing. “You mean
the water you didn’t turn on?”

Hannibal reached behind him and turned it on, making Will
groan as Hannibal lifted his hips, attempting to dislodge them once more but
Will’s wincing made him stop again.

“I apologize, Will. It was not my intention to…”

Will sighed, taking the loofah from him and running it down
one of Hannibal’s legs. ‘I know. You thought it would be romantic.”

Hannibal shivered when Will replaced the loofah with his
nails, “Yes, mylimasis, as it is quite bathetic, is it not?”

Will laughed, “Bathetic to be trapped in a too small tub
with you? No. Pathetic, yes.”

Hannibal moved his legs up slowly, trapping Will’s own and
squeezing. “You are not…feeling romantic urgings being this close to me, Will?”

Will moved his head back, looking at him with a smile. “I
don’t have to be naked in water to feel urgings to you. You can be across town,
in another state, another country…”

Hannibal kissed him languidly, taking his time as Will ground
himself against Hannibal’s cock sighing as he felt him stirring. “Beloved, I…”

The water got higher, some splashing on the ground as Will
finally was able to move, crying out as he turned around and stared down at Hannibal
his eyes betraying his hunger.

“A bed, Hannibal. Or not at all.”

Hannibal stood up, grabbing Will and pushing him against the
tile wall for a crushing kiss that had them both panting as they parted, Will
nearly slipping on their way out towards the bedroom where he fell back on the
bed, wet and eager.

Hannibal growled, stalking towards Will as he warned, “I
will not be gentle.”

Will grinned, leaning back on his elbows as he teased, “I
should hope not.”

Later, as they lay sated and panting, Will sprawled over
him, Hannibal felt himself drifting just as Will yawned, asking, “Did you
remember to turn off the water?”

Hannibal froze.

Will sighed, turning to look at the floor and bursting into
laughter.

”I think we’re gonna have to move.”

Hannibal smiled, kissing his temple and offering, “There is
always money for new floors, mylimasis, but I will never waste a moment I could
have spent taking you apart.”

Will lifted his head and grinned. “You’re so ridiculous, I
swear.”

Hannibal smiled, rolling Will off before kissing him once
more. “I love you too, sweet Will.”

He turned the water off shortly after and called the
contractor in the morning.

Prompt! Murder Husbands on the run are cooking and Will changes the radio to play old songs (he’s tired of classical music) and after a while You Can Leave Your Hat On starts playing and Hannibal is so confused: why is will looking at him like that? Why is he taking his clothes off (not that I don’t want him to)? The rest is up to you!

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I gotta give some credit here to @cumberninjas showing me pictures of men’s lingerie that inspired me to finally do this one. Had a lot of fun with it. I hope you like!

Will sighed for the fourth time since they’d begun cooking, and
Hannibal feigned ignorance to the cause. He knew Will had developed somewhat of
an appreciation for classical music though it was more like he tolerated
listening because it was something Hannibal enjoyed.

They were cooking their newest kill: a would be rapist who
they’d spotted on a walk back from one of their moonlit walks. Will was doing
the cutting while Hannibal was marinading and spices.

Another sigh, and Hannibal finally asked, “Would you like
me to change the music, Will?”

Will frowned, “No, it’s fine.”

Hannibal set down the meat in his hands, reaching across to grab
the remote control and changing to one of Will’s favorite stations.

Will smiled, “You didn’t have to.”

Hannibal kissed him on the cheek. “Yes, beloved, I did.
Now, where were we?”

The music was slower, not as bothersome as Hannibal had expected
really, and as he heard Will set down the knife he didn’t bother to look up
lost in preparation.

If he hadn’t heard the knife clatter to the floor, he would not
have looked up at all but it was obviously because Will wanted his
attention.

Will was swaying, staring his way with a grin as he began
unbuttoning his shirt.

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The pictures were like a punch in the chest.

Hannibal hadn’t been expecting them, as TattleCrime was quite cheerfully exploiting their demise/disappearance and he had grown used to the endless speculation of their whereabouts over any physical evidence.

The headline:

THE HUSBAND BEFORE HE WAS A MURDER HUSBAND

He very nearly didn’t scroll down or read the description, chest constructing as he imagined the dozens of things that could be shown:

Will and Molly’s life at their home, vacations taken with the burgeoning family, or a group of dog related mishaps that included smiling couple shots.

The first bit of wedding white was even worse than any other ideas he’d conjured.

He saw Will dressed in his tuxedo surrounded by those who were strangers at his sides but his smile told another story. He was laughing, cake pressed in his face as picture upon picture overlapped into the happy couple kissing with their arms around each other.

The next set had Will sitting at a table with his stepson on one side and wife on the other, his face gazing at Molly adoringly while she gazed right back.

Hannibal’s hand tightened on his iPad, teeth snapping as the photos ended in them running to a worn out sedan decorated with the words JUST MARRIED

He didn’t notice Will’s approach until a touch to his arm, startling Hannibal into dropping the tablet in surprise.

“Will I…”

The rest of his words were cut off by Will’s mouth on his, tasting him roughly with Will’s hands desperately tight to his cheeks. He leaned up into the touch, moaning as they parted.

Will’s flushed cheeks and deep frown made Hannibal ache to bring the same delighted smile to Will’s lips as he’d seen in the photos, the same easy happiness that suddenly seemed to be mocking him in memory of it.

The hands on his cheeks did not move again to Will’s sides, though soft caresses against his skin as Will’s thumbs moved made Hannibal shiver in response.

“I didn’t expect them either,” Will whispered, fingers still moving as he frowned, “I saw the headline and my chest just broke open.”

Hannibal flinched at the description, trying not to be hurt that Will missed his family still so much after a year together. It was understandable, but no less devastating.

“I am not surprised that seeing such pictures would cause you pain,” he wanted to pull away now and not state into Will’s knowing gaze, “Nor do I worry for it that…” He tried to move out of Will’s hold though it only made his beloved tighten his grip.

“You’re a horrible liar, you know,” Will moved in and their mouths were close enough to touch.

Hannibal scoffed, “You know that is not at all true. For years I…”

Will laughed and suddenly let go, turning is office chair and climbing into Hannibal’s lap. He seated himself and put hands on Hannibal’s face again.

“To me,” Will smiled, caressing now down Hannibal’s cheeks and neck, “You’re a horrible liar to me.”

Hannibal groaned as Will wriggled in his lap, bouncing purposefully to cause his already burgeoning hardness to swell.

“Will I…”

Will kissed him then, desperate and hungry. He thrust up and felt a shudder go through them both as the warmth of Will’s mouth was taken away.

“Do you wanna know why I was upset?” Will whispered, “Why my chest broke open?”

Hannibal looked away, “You do not have to explain your feelings Will. The idea that you would not be moved to missing her after having…”

Will shook his head, putting his hand over Hannibal’s mouth.

“I was worried about you,” Will finished, “I saw the pictures and immediately worried about how you’d take seeing them. I didn’t even think about anything else.”

Hannibal felt his heart swell, pushing Will’s hand away from his mouth.

“Mylimasis,” he kissed Will’s mouth then, soft and tender, and the feeling of relief was a welcome one.

He had Will’s full attention now, as he’d always hoped, and nothing would take that away not even happy memories of a life long since passed Will by.

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Also on ao3: Dance by nightliferogue

Will never expected dancing.

The first time had been by accident, mostly Will thinking he
was alone as he made Encephalitis’s dog food with his hips
swaying to the music playing behind him. Hannibal had been leaning against the
kitchen door watching. He was smiling when Will noticed him out of the corner
of his eye stopping abruptly.

“Do not stop on my account, please continue.”

“Ha, ha,” Will mumbled, stirring the food, “I didn’t know
you were home, usually the dog barks.”

Hannibal had entered the kitchen then, leaning down to pet
Cephie who jumped up for attention. “Encephalitis was quite enamored of your
performance, I imagine, though she must get to see it more often than I do.”

Will blushed, grabbing the hand engraved bowl that Hannibal
insisted the dog just had to have scooping the food inside. “Shut up.”

Hannibal took the bowl and put it down just as Will turned
to leave, hearing the start of a new song as he attempted to escape his
embarrassment.

“Dance with me.”

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