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Every mark was like a map of their past.

Will pressed his lips to every one of Hannibal’s, tonguing along each edge and pressing himself skin to skin as a reminder that he was still there.

Hannibal surprisingly needed plenty of reminders, often waking up still from dreams where Will was not there and never had been at all.

Will’s dreams were much more subtle, a feverish mix of death and life that their daily lives had become over such a short time.

“I was thinking,” Will whispered, nuzzling the scar on Hannibal’s belly, “That if we ever do get married…”

Hannibal’s hand was in his hair, softly petting, and Will could feel his chuckle.

“If, Will? I think you’re underestimating my powers of persuasion.”

Will lifted his head and smiled. “I never said I wouldn’t, it’s just I thought there wasn’t much of a reason to.”

Hannibal touched his cheek, his smile serene. “No reason? Marriage is…”

Will leaned in to his palm, closing his eyes. “What we have now is much more than that, isn’t it?”

Hannibal stroked his skin, the touch so soft that Will pressed harder to feel more.

He always wanted more where Hannibal was concerned.

“Yes. I suppose. Though…”

Will opened his eyes, taking Hannibal’s hand and putting it to the scar on his forehead. “We don’t need any reminders of loving each other. Every mark we’ve ever made regarding each other is a ring of its own. Isn’t it?”

Hannibal pressed his lips to Will’s forehead, lingering before he whispered, “Yes, mylimasis. I suppose it is. Silver and gold laced throughout our bodies. Reminders of…”

“Commitment,” Will breathed, taking Hannibal’s wrist, “Love,” he pushed him down onto the bed and leaned over, “Forever.”

Hannibal’s eyes were teary, his smile wide. “Yes. Though the scars on my back are my favorites.”

Will laughed, kissing him quickly before he ran his hands down Hannibal’s torso delighting in each shiver. Every time they touched Hannibal always trembled, always quaked, like it was the first time.

“Mine too. Turn over and let me see them.”

Hannibal was only too happy to oblige.

Will pressed his lips down every scratch mark, rutting his cock against Hannibal’s ass as he moved and feeling the desperate need coursing through them both.

“Will….”

“Maybe I’ll make some on your front this time,” Will nuzzled one particularly hard scar, “Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

Will grinned. “A million different scars could never be enough.”

Hannibal arched up to meet his growing hardness, making Will push him back down. “Never,” Hannibal whispered, “Nothing with you is ever enough.”

Will spent the rest of the morning adding several new marks.

Each new one he hoped would scar.

If not, he’d start all over again.