"You look better covered in blood."
Hannibalβs eyes were moon-black as they met Willβs, ragged breath in his ears and the taste of blood and flesh in his mouth. He could hear Will drawing breath in between his own, a rush of air that competed with the crash of the Atlantic on the rocks below.
He reached out to the other man, desperately needing to touch the other half of himself -- to taste the blood they had spilled together on his lips.









