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“If I am the ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don’t you want to know how this ends?” 

He could see Will’s anger, sense it, smell it, perhaps even taste it, but there was more to it than that. Underneath the intensity, there was fear, arousal, and a spark of excitement in the air. Will drew closer with the weapon, and he backed away. There was a pause before he brought his hand up slowly, making sure not to be threatening. Any sudden movement could potentially set the gun off if only Hannibal actually believed Will could pull the trigger. 

“What do you think you are doing?” 

“May I make a suggestion?” He asked, his eyes shifting between Will's expression and the gun in his hand. Now he seemed confused, but that had been the intent. His hand trembled ever so slightly. “This would be rather impersonal, do you not think? A gun?” 

“What?” 

“Say, hypothetically, I am the ripper. This is how you would want to end him?” He continued, his hand slowly drawing closer to the gun. Will seemed somewhat baffled by this line of questioning, letting out a short laugh. Almost as if he believed it to be an absurd thought, but then he went silent, and he started to lower the gun. 

“What business is it of yours how I would or would not kill the ripper?” Will asked. He took a chance to step forward, but Will brought the gun right back up into his face, and he backed, only an inch or so. He was still closer than he had started out, his hands still up, but within striking distance of the gun if need be. 

“It is just a simple question, Will.” 

“Yes, well…well maybe it is a bit impersonal, but hypothetically, if we are playing this game, I would have to be faster than him wouldn’t I?” Will replied after another moment. He nodded as if he were considering that, then, testing the waters a bit, put his hand on top of the gun and gently started to lower it. 

“I have another suggestion if you will indulge me.” He said, though at that point he was certain Will didn’t have any intention of killing him, at least not with a gun. He supposed that what he was going to suggest, though, could have unintended consequences, yet there was no fun in not finding that out. 

“A suggestion on how to kill you? Sorry, the ripper?” Will asked, sounding just as confused as he looked while attempting to maintain the forceful tone he had come in there with. He nodded, and the man took a step back, raising the gun up again. His arm was now shaking along with his hand. It was obvious that his morbid curiosity on this subject was overriding his intent to kill or even keep up the threat as forcefully as it had started.

“Yes, may I show you something?” He continued. 

“What is it you-” 

“Just a simple request, Will: you are the one in control here. I can see that.” He said in a calm, reassuring tone. Will’s eyes shifted back and forth as he seemed to consider this; then he steadied his arm and aim. 

“Alright, show me, but keep your hands where I can see them,” Will ordered. He nodded but motioned for Will to follow him, keeping his hands up and his movements slow. It was apparent to him that he could disarm Will, threaten him, even shoot him if he wanted, but that was not what he was going to do. Instead, he was followed at gunpoint to his bedroom, where he stepped over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. From inside, he removed an ornate wooden box, which he opened, turning it towards the man so he could see what was resting inside. Not lowering the gun, Will drew closer to get a look. 

“A linoleum knife?” Will asked, his brow furrowed. He let out a bit of a laugh, his stance once again becoming more shaky than confident. It was as if he stood there believing that this was a joke, or he was just going crazy. Then he paused for a moment and looked back down at the knife. He studied the man carefully, not knowing his next move for certain but being able to predict at least a few different possible outcomes here. Will suddenly stepped forward, jamming the barrel of the gun under his chin to keep him at bay while his free hand took the knife from the box. 

“So now you have both.” 

“It would seem I do.” 

“Which one feels more appropriate, Will?” He asked and watched as the man looked at the gun in his hand, then switched to the knife he was holding. As if he were testing the weight and feel of both of them. He did nothing but stay silent and observe this, figuring that Will was going through several scenarios in his mind. Then, without warning, Will tossed the gun aside and grabbed him, turning him to face the wall, the knife pressed up tightly against his neck. Tight enough to open just a bit of a cut in his skin, he could feel the sting and the warmth of the blood that started to ooze out. 

“I think I have made my choice.” 

“It is a better choice, far more personal and…intimate. Would you not say so yourself?” He asked. Will muttered something before he was violently turned again, so they were face to face with each other, except now it was the knife he was being threatened with. Staying calm, he took in a slow, deep breath. “Where would you start?” 

“Start?” Will asked. 

“Yes, I would imagine you would want to take your time and do what feels… righteous; is that what you said?” He asked, purposefully using his own words against the man from just moments ago. Will blinked slowly, letting his attention slip back to the knife, giving him just the opening he needed to grab Will’s wrist and take control, twisting the man’s arm up behind his back and squeezing tightly enough that Will had no choice but to loosen his grip and relinquish the blade. He snatched it up and pulled Will in close to him, holding the knife to Will's neck from behind. He didn’t believe he’d ever gotten so close to the man before, which normally he would not have considered to be too much of a problem, other than that he was sure Will could feel how aroused he was. 

“Phallic,” Will said after a moment. “Is that it? To penetrate me? That was your plan?” 

“What plan? You came in here and threatened my life; I am only defending myself.” 

“Yes, that bulge I feel pressed against my back certainly confirms how threatening I was to you, doesn’t it?” Will asked, and though his face could not be seen, the way he was speaking it was easy to tell that his jaw was clenched.

“Are you not in a similar predicament? You stand there, attempting to berate me as if I cannot smell your arousal myself.” He breathed in Will’s ear. “You enjoy the idea as much as I do.”  

“Then where does that leave us, Doctor Lecter?” 

“At a very interesting crossroads.” He replied. He shifted their positions once again so Will was now facing him. A hand moved to the back of Will’s neck, holding him there tightly, as if he were some kind of unruly, feral animal. Though there were plenty of openings for the man to fight back or do something, he didn’t; he stood there as if this hold had paralyzed him. “Then our feelings are mutual.” 

“Define that.” Will hissed, “That our ideas of…penetrating one another with a knife is something we both find arousing?” 

“Yes, I would believe that to be the case.” He agreed, “I know where I would start, hypothetically.” 

“Not…hypothetically, you have fantasized about this as much as I’ve fantasized about doing it to you.” Will accused. He nodded but lowered the knife anyway towards Will’s abdomen to show him where he had planned to go, lightly tracing the line over the area. He could feel the other man’s breath hitch in his chest as he did, feel the tremble of arousal and fear. Smell it. He licked his lips. 

“I may have fantasized about this yes, but the difference between you and I is that I would actually do it.” He said before shoving the knife through Will’s shirt to penetrate the skin underneath. This was a much more controlled cut than he actually had planned to do, or fantasized about, something far less dangerous as well, but certainly meant to cause pain and bleeding. Of course, for a moment or two, Will was stunned as the breath was stolen from his lungs, but then, surprisingly, the man lunged forward, knocking him back a few steps, which distracted him for enough time for Will to get the knife himself, spilling it out with a splash of blood that spattered across his skin. 

“What’s the problem, doctor? Do your fantasies not account for any scenario in which I would fight back?” Will growled and lunged at him before he had any real chance to think about it or respond. The best he could do was bring his arm up in defense, so the knife caught that, tearing open a vicious cut as Will brought the blade down. Both of them now bleeding quite intensely, though nothing that would be immediately dangerous. Though even if that had not been the case, it did not seem to matter anymore. Standing there, eyes locked, they joined in a hungry, passionate kiss. Both dripping with blood, soaking into the fabric of their clothing. 

Will tossed the knife clean across the room so neither of them could easily get to it, though it was the last thing on either of their minds at that point. No. The ripping of clothes came next. The absolute feral shredding and clawing to get each other undressed as they continued to kiss and bite at each other. Their sounds more animalistic than human as they were reduced to nothing but bare skin. From there, a power struggle was initiated as neither he nor Will seemed to want to immediately submit, but he was intent on not letting the other man have his victory so he shoved a finger into the wound that he had made in Will’s abdomen just moments ago. The man screamed and shook with pain, which only resulted in him being shoved to the floor and pinned there. 

“There are many forms of penetration Will, many forms of intamacy.” Hannibal breathed in his ear. Using the blood from the gash on his arm as a bit of lube, he let it drip over Will’s ass then his own cock before getting in position. Something which wasn’t easy, as hard as the man was struggling, though he certainly was not giving it his all or even attempting to verbalize that he wanted it to stop. Not that it would have stopped either way, but this allowed him to thrust into the man’s ass quite easily, the blood making the path slick and warm. Will moaned in such a high volume of ecstasy it nearly made his ears ring. 

“And-how…how long have you considered… this?” Will panted. 

“Since I first laid eyes on you.” He breathed before starting to thrust. It was then that the struggling stopped and Will melted into his touch, going limp as he was fucked from behind, pounded into the floor with all the pent-up sexual frustration and ferocity that had been lingering between them since they had first laid eyes on each other. Their moans grew louder and louder, eclipsing one another until he could no longer resist the urge and bit into Will’s shoulder violently and deeply enough to gouge out a chunk of skin as he pulled back. The man screamed, shuddered violently, and orgasmed a second later. 

"I was," he replies as he takes another spine out. The pain is never as sharp as Will is expecting it to be. Hannibal's hands are soft, his movements are never prolonging the pain unnecessarily long. He is confident in his dexterity. "Among the nurses as well," he adds, fugitively darting his gaze towards Will, who arches both of his eyebrows.

"Your colleagues must have hated you."

Smug bastard, Will refrains from adding but Hannibal somehow manages to read his mind.

"Greatness often evokes that sort of bitter feelings in the others. No point in being modest about your own capacity. And trust me," Hannibal says as he takes another spine out and squeezes Will's foot slightly, as a silent way of comforting him, "back then I really wasn't modest at all. I did come to learn that attitude speaks louder than words."

Will shifts himself, his foot slightly numb from keeping it in the same position. Hannibal guesses that and gently massages his ankle, careful not to touch the area where he had stepped on the sea urchin.

"Knowing you, I have the feeling you resent yourself for stepping on that poor thing."

"I do," he agrees and buries his face in his palms, "He was minding his business. I invaded his home basically."

Hannibal knows how gentle Will is with every living critter, he would never hurt one for no purpose. He had accidentally stepped on it then crawled on the beach. He had tried to remove the spines himself before giving up and calling his name, as the venom was slowly spreading.

He had secretly found a lot of comfort in Hannibal's arms, despite complaining about being carried all the way to their little house. Hannibal had washed his foot with hot water and vinegar. He had been in so much agony that he hadn't fully paid attention to his explanations about breaking down the venom particles.

"His family will cry when he doesn't return home tonight," Hannibal said, slightly amused by his dear Will's concerns.

"Thanks, that makes me feel better. Are you done there?"

"Three more that I can still access. I will rinse your foot once more afterwards. What is left will come out by itself in time. I am terribly sorry, Will. This will be painful for a week or two."

"I was stupid, I deserve this."

"Is that the type of thinking your psychiatrist would agree with? I am actually mad at this creature for hurting you."

Will sighs and playfully kicks Hannibal with his other leg.

"How many times have you actually done this before? You seem to have it all under control."

"This?" Hannibal asks as he removes another one, "Never. I quickly searched it on google as you were on the verge of passing out."

Will blinked. Google. Great. He had to admit that Hannibal performed the whole operation like an expert in spite of doing it for the first time.

"That makes me feel great," Will says.

"It would be tremendous if you avoided stepping on other venomous creatures in the future, Will."

"Did Google recommend that too?"

Hannibal stops for a second and gazes at him.

"You can be really snarky when you're in pain. You are really in no position to be bitchy."

"Said Count Bitch himself," Will replies, not wasting an opportunity. There was something about provoking Hannibal that brought him great satisfaction.

Hannibal abandons the tweezers. He looka like he is debating whether to bite Will'a foot off with his own teeth.

"Hey, Will?"

He sounds relaxed. Chill. Amused.

"What is it?"