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Well, I think it balances out the sweetness!

Since I have nothing better to do, here's the recipe I tend to use!!! I tend to eyeball it most of the time though.

Ingredients!

¾ cup unsweetened cocoa powder

½ teaspoon baking soda

⅔ cup vegetable oil, divided

½ cup boiling water

2 cups white sugar

2 large eggs or 130g of fresh blood

1 ⅓ cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

¼ teaspoon salt

Remember to preheat your oven to 350°F! (Or, 175 degrees °C) Grease and flour a baking pan. (I use a 9x13-inch pan but you can use what you have :D)

Mix in your cocoa and baking soda together in a large bowl. Make sure the two powders are thoroughly blended!

Stir in your boiling water and 1/3 cup oil until well blended and thickened. This might take a bit of elbow grease!

Stir in sugar, your remaining 1/3 cup oil, and your eggs / blood. Mix in flour, vanilla, and salt just until flour is absorbed. You can add in any nuts/chocolate chips at this stage as well!

Spicy?

"Ms. Brown told me earlier. She heard from Mr. Jacob."

"So it's a rumour? We are leaving because of a rumour?"

"It appears that two people from the FBI paid a visit to his shop."

"I assume they didn't ask for us?" The FBI knew better than to scare them away.

"No. They had some cover up story about a case involving the school you are working at. Coincidence?" Hannibal asked as he kept emptying the drawers in the kitchen. "Don't help me, darling, I can manage it all by myself. Our bags will be done by the time the FBI knocks at our door." Hannibal added passive-aggressively. Will knew that tone.

"I don't know, Hannibal. We just got here two weeks ago. The FBI hasn't tracked us for a whole year now. And this town is not on any map." Will dared to reply, not making any attempt to leave the sofa. It was a rare occasion to see that vein on Hannibal's temple getting a very subtle contour.

"Well, you are free to tell that to the feds. I am sure they will agree that you have some good arguments. Where else have you hidden guns and bullets?"

"Under our bed...there must be one behind the mirror in the bathroom...two in the car...and one....Can you just stop fidgeting around?"

"Can you just take this seriously for a second, Will?"

Will groaned and let himself fall on the cushions of the sofa, rubbing his eyes with his palms. Pissing his almost-husband off was such an entertaining activity. Especially when he was pissed as well.

"I would take it seriously if-"

"Will. Now." Hannibal raised his voice in a way which Will had never heard before. He remained petrified. Not essentially because he was scared but because it was unexpected. All his amusement and entertainment went down the drain as soon as the serious tone reached his ears.

"I apologize for that." Hannibal added, seeing the reaction he had evoked in Will who was staring at him, not moving an inch. His expression was a mix of surprise and terror.

Hannibal dropped the bag he was holding on the floor and knelt in front of the sofa. He looked at Will with something that could be perfectly depicted as doe eyes.

When it came to the two of them, Will was usually the vulcanic one. The one who would raise his voice or throw tantrums. Hannibal had his own way of being mean by keeping a lower town.

"Wow." Will spoke for the first time as Hannibal's hand reached for his. He let him hold it.

"I didn't mean to startle you like that. I am however very irritated by your lack of care."

"That's an understatement."

"Did I scare you, dearest?" Hannibal said genuinely concerned while a subtle smile was slowly threatening to appear on his lips. He was not only feeling guilt.

"Scared? If you weren't so stressed about the stupid feds, we would have already beed in our bedroom by now." Will explained calmly, his thumb pressing on Hannibal's hand. "Please, use that tone more often."

The expression on Hannibal's face changed radically in the span of a few seconds.

"You never cease to amaze me, Will. "

"I am pretty amazed myself right now, Dr. Lecter."

"Please don't make it more difficult for us both, we really don't have the time for that now." Hannibal begged him as he rested his forehead against Will's knees. He knew that reasoning with a horny Will was an impossible task. "And I really wish we did, dearest."