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"Hannibal always looking so calm in situations that do not merit it. Hannibal. Always Hannibal." Will thought still coping with the impact of the vehicle in which both were, watching Hannibal get out of the vehicle, stretching as if the recent event was not of great importance, removing, as if it were a ballast, that white mask that covered half of the face, therefore had holes to breathe. Hannibal went to the patrol of the police car and took the dead police man and threw him on the road like a sack of potatoes. It leads to Will, who only had that look of his that is between frightened apathetic and slightly apathetic. The older man pushes the dead policeman on the pavement, as if he were just a clay figure, as if he had never been human, as if he were only one thing, leaning slightly toward Will and smiling at him in a way, that if Will was not wrong, he could call it flirtatious

Going my way? "

Will looks at it and seems to think it, only for a few seconds before occupying the driver's seat.

During their trip to one of the sites of the oldest of them, none spoke of anything. Hannibal occasionally drew a small smile while he was careful to drive, while Will just stared out the window, toward the front, thinking to follow the plan he and Jack had prepared. It had been three years since Hannibal had been in prison and he not could manipulate his mind, he was no longer the man affected by encephalitis or the man who had traveled by boat to look for his friend and nightmare to Italy. No, It's been years. He would not be affected by the feelings he had for Hannibal, nothing good had remained of it; only an unjust imprisonment, the damage of his reputation, a smile in the stomach and the death of the beloved Abigail.

Also counting the scar on his forehead for trying to eat his brain. His life since he had met Hannibal had become madly complicated, this man, according to Bedelia's confirmation, loved him... What kind of love is this? If you do all this to someone you say you love, the only explanation is that you are completely crazy and obsessed, and whatever he felt for Hannibal, is not healthy either, this is sick. When he finishes all this, it will look for a different therapist to Bedelia and thus it will be able to surpass the ghost of Hannibal, who was its best friend and in the end its great traitor, remembering of the friendships lamented that Beverly has become one of the victims of this psychopath, she was one of the few sincere people he had met, no double intentions. Her death and Abigail's had caused great wounds, and it was a mockery that his killer was right beside him, as calm as if no damn horrible thing had ever happened.

But this would be behind him, maybe there was still hope to continue his life with Molly and her son,she will be waiting for him and will continue living the quiet life he has had. He should only stick to the plan, stick to it, think and not feel. Will lightly clenched his fist.

Hannibal did not deserve to have feelings for him. Will clenched his fist even more.

Who are we trying to kid?, no one can deceive what is in his heart and in his mind. It would be wonderful if he could return to Molly, but that can no longer be, the dragon's attack had filled the relationship of fear and with the way he behaves every time they talk about Hannibal...No, every time she tries to talk to him about Hannibal. Molly is not a silly person, she imagines that his situation with Hannibal is much more intense than he and the news reports had informed her, his relationship with her was sadly broken. So in the end, all he had was this man next to him, who occasionally gave him little glances and Will knew he could not live with him, but neither could live without him. People were right when they thought he was weird, there's no other explanation for his ... interest in this cannibal killer. Lover of the good kitchen, of the classic music and of eating to the rude one.

It was also strange that Dr. Lecter has interest in a strange profiler of criminals who likes to fix boats and is not interested in being sociable. It should only be a whim, perhaps in the world of Hannibal the caprices were confused with love. Do you love someone Hannibal? It was something that Will questioned, many more times than he was willing to recognize. As Will remembers, he seemed sincere in that brief moment that he talked about his younger sister, a time when he was not a monster.

At last, from a trip that seemed longer than it really was, they reached their destination. They went to the cliff and as always Hannibal like to talk, always so pretentious, "there was less land than when I was there with Miriam and Abigail, years pass and some things are consumed; this will all be lost to the sea". Of course the good doctor said more words, but this was the central idea, but as much as Hannibal spoke, Will would lie if he said he did not listen to each of them.
They both entered the triangular house and Will looked around, looked at the library, the kitchen, one just on Hannibal's standards.

"I must apologize, I must take a shower. These clothes are not appropriate," Hannibal said, gesturing with his hand toward his clothes. Will simply nodded and Hannibal told him that in his absence he could feel at home.

Will sat on the couch, did not put music, did not light more lights, just stayed there thinking about the darkness.
Meanwhile, Hannibal was in the bathroom, taking off his clothes, he felt some sweat trickling down his back. Alana had withdrawn his suppressors 1 month ago. Alana had become a very spiteful person, the thing is that being this short time near to Will had ignited something in him and this was not a suitable time for it, he hoped that the cold water calm him down, good that that someone had taken good care of the house in its absence and the services of energy and light were good. He had to let the water relax him, he could not allow Will's presence to cause his body to betray him in this situation. He tries not to linger in the shower, as he wishes he had time to use the bathtub. In the short time he has, he takes the opportunity to reproduce in his mind a part of one of his beloved Bach symphonies: variations Goldberg, BWV 988.
Will was still sitting on the couch, deep in thought, when Hannibal appeared in the living room.

"Will," he said in a composed voice as he saw the younger man with that look that indicated that there was no mind in the same place that body.

"Will." He said it slightly stronger, taking a couple of steps closer.

This time, the curly-haired man realized he had company.

"Oh, what's wrong?" He said, to later realize that the doctor was already clean and wearing a new set of clothes. Clothes simpler than the three-piece suits he had seen him wear almost always.

"You can go to bathe, the bathroom is on the right two doors from here and in the front room I left a change of clothes for you.

Will raised an eyebrow at it, got out of his seat after a few seconds, and went to shower. No wonder it was so clean and there was a dry towel hanging on the wall.
While he bathed, he tried not to think of the sweet, very slightly sweet Hannibal's smell. Why Hannibal had to be an omega? Maybe his attraction did not exist if hannibal was a beta or an Alpha, but a part of him said that possibly, even so, would feel this force that was like that of a magnet. But he had to resist.

Will finished bathing and had not noticed until the moment that music was playing, Hannibal always had to be accompanied by some kind of art. It was as normal as saying the water gets wet. Will stood for a moment in the bathroom without moving. He did not know how to act with Hannibal.After getting dressed and going where the other was, what else could they do? Talk about philosophy and art and wait for the red dragon to come at any time to kill them? Because apparently Hannibal was just waiting for things to happen. when he began to feel colder he went to the opposite room and on the bed there were clothes that seemed to be of his size, waiting for him. When he dressed, he checked that was of his size. How did Hannibal know his size at all? The question was too much dumb. Of course Hannibal knew many things about him. He knew him very well. Will felt that Hannibal knew him as a book he has read several times, but he also remembered that Hannibal himself told him on one occasion that he can persuade him to the chrysalis, but that does not guarantee to know what will be the actions of that.

He heard glass breaking. He took the weapon he had left for a moment on the bed, which he tried not to lose during the whole trip, stood beside the door and waited.

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Will was in the room, behind the door, hoping that Francis would show his face at any moment and so, shot him. His instinct told him to leave the moment he heard the window break, but he should not. He had to follow the plan, he knew he could not live with Hannibal, but neither could he live without him, so allowing Hannibal to be taken to jail was not an option, his only option was for them to die, because he knew after this meeting, he could not go back with Molly, he knew that like the abstinence of a drug addict, he could not eat or sleep again, these three years of separation were a process in which he tried to convince himself that his choices were the best, that he could forget Hannibal.

But these years and to see him again behind his plexiglass cell had indicated the opposite. So if there was another separation, he knew that one of the possibilities was to be in solitude with a glass of whiskey in one hand and in the other a gun. He could not go through all this again, he was too tired to lie himself again.

He knew that even though he had dreamed of having fantasized about killing Hannibal for the things he had done to him, he was not capable of killing him, he had several opportunities to shoot him. Several times to kill him, but he did not even dare to shoot him on one shoulder, on the knee, anywhere.

He could not do a scratch, the maximum was when he sent Matthew to murder him, or when he nearly stabbed him in Italy, but was stopped by Chyoh, often wondered if she had not intervened, he would have stabbed him or would have stopped before the metal touched his skin? He does not know, that's for another alternative reality. So he knew that although Hannibal tried to open his skull, he would not be able to do the same thing as the most logical thing, it was to wait for the Dragon to assassinate him, Hannibal was not a strong opponent for this creature.

He heard the blows between them, he closed his eyes for a moment and could see in his mind as a dragon's fist struck Hannibal's cheek, heard something being thrown to the floor, possibly the body of the thinnest of them, heard the chairs move, the struggle. Will repeated that he had to keep his position, while the hands holding the gun began to tremble. It was not the product of fear. He imagined that by the shot the ground should be painted by Hannibal's blood, from the distance he could not see it, he kept waiting, he thought that the dragon after killing Hannibal, he would seek it immediately, since he knew that in that house had more than one person.  

Graham was getting impatient, the Dragon was slowing down, the Dragon's arousal smell was bothering him, intensifying, something normal knowing that the Dragon was a pervert who found sexual pleasure in his attacks, there was almost no noise, until like a jolt came the smell of Omega in anguish. No, he could not go out and help Hannibal, that was not the plan, the plan was to end all this and deny his instincts to defend an omega in trouble, he had to control his Alpha part, he should let whatever was happening there follow its course.

The essence of Hannibal's anguish became more powerful, something unexpected not knowing that... Hannibal has control in his emotions, must be something ...

 Will opens his eyes even more when he has a moment of accomplishment, his hands begin to shake and even trying to stay calm, he leaves the room, but before remember to take off his shoes to keep quiet, staying alone with his socks and goes to where they are, what he saw in front of him, made him feel as if the house had collapsed on him.

  Dolarhyde's back and he was above Hannibal, his pants down, while he moved from front to back, Hannibal had a blow near the eye and his gaze seemed distant, while Francis covered his mouth with the palm of his hand and the help of a handkerchief. The muscular man's forearm had a bleeding bite.

 Francis was not immediately aware of Will's presence behind his back, if he had turned his face a little, he would have seen it, he was so distracted by the smell of Hannibal, his heat had only just begun, but the whole situation had put to him in rut, his initial plan was to leave the camera recording as he murdered, but after shooting him a little higher than his hip, when he was ready to stab him, but his scent made him change direction, would have been perfect if Lecter would have begged or cried, but the stubborn one did not.

 Suddenly, he felt that someone else was with them in that place, he remembered Graham, his hormones had made him forget his existence, but the energy of anger made him out of his state. He pushed himself farther out of Lecter's long legs and turned in will's direction, rising from the floor but still holding his trousers on his hips, he was not near his high-range weapon.

  Will started to shoot, but the first bullet did not do much in the thick body of Dolarhyde and this came to him and stabbed his face, almost cut his tongue, but Will uses to shoot a second time in the Dolarhyde's abdomen, he is interrupted In his attack at the moment he saw Hannibal jumped on his back and with a vicious bite pulls skin from his throat, Francis with a nudge manages to remove him from above and the doctor falls to the ground, Will unloads on him the charge of his weapon, the Red dragon falls to the ground dying. Dragons are not immune to lead.

   Blood was forming around him, wings of blood something Hannibal and Will might have appreciated for a second, but not this time. Will was standing, his face was bleeding and his weapon unloaded in his hand, victorious, glorious, beautiful; something that Hannibal might otherwise have appreciated, but at that moment, sitting on the floor with his legs half-bent and naked from the waist down, he watched the stage with a look that resembles when he does not want to show his emotions, but this time It looked a little empty. His gaze was directed at the corpse of the dragon, as if Will was not even there.

  Will's eyes watched the other man's condition, his hair ruffled, the blood on the corner of his lips, other blows on his face, it was as if for a moment he had returned to that day that saw him in his office, after Tobias Budge had attacked him, with the difference that now was far worse, the bullet wound continued to emanate blood, his legs were full of bruises and fingerprints and in what little he could see between his thighs were traces of blood. He looked... traumatized, not in his dreams imagined the other this way, he wanted to see him hurt, but not this way. Will began to feel a mixture of fear and anger with the situation, anger with himself for not doing tried to protect him in time. He gripped his hands tightly against his thighs and threw the gun beside him.

 "Hannibal," Will said softly, waiting for him to see.

  "Hannibal" repeated again with a little more force and this time the other raised his face to see him, that look almost broke something in his chest.

 Will stepped closer, watching the bloodstained mouth of the man sitting on the floor as he continued to watch as if he were not there. As he stood beside him, the blue-eyed man crouched down and tried to touch Hannibal's face, but he closed his eyes and tensed as he was touched by the youngest of them. Will swallowed at that reaction and then clenched his jaw, Hannibal smelled like distress, blood and semen, and he could feel his shame and ... disappointment.

 "Hannibal," he said, moving his hand slowly away from that face, then looked at Dolarhyde's camera, which was probably still recording "Let's get away from here" he said and then stood up, looked at the person who still had his eyes closed.

  "Hannibal, I'm going to help you get up" he saw Hannibal open his eyes, but this time he refused to look at him.

  Will bent down and took him carefully from the waist, at that moment Hannibal's body trembled short but intensely and a blow of Hannibal's scent hit him hard, it was the heat that was intensifying more and more, but his stomach It contracted to confirm that its smell was somewhat overshadowed by the own smell of Dolarhyde, the present vertical that made something of what was inside come out.

  "Walk with me," the voice came out with difficulty. "Let's take some fresh air," he said, a step forward and waiting for Hannibal to follow him, which he did.

 Hannibal took his steps with difficulty, Will felt that if he ever stopped him, he would probably fall to the ground. Lecter was staring at his feet, not looking at the man next to him holding him. Will led them to the cliff, looked at the house where the Dragon's lifeless body was, then turned to see the immensity of the ocean and then looked at Hannibal who lifted his face a little and looked at him for a moment before a tear came out first of his eye, to be followed by another of the opposite eye. Then he avoided eye contact with Will.

"Hannibal," Will said as he took the other man's shoulder with such care and placed his head on his shoulder, hugging him against him, and Hannibal tensed and gave a little groan that could be from the pain or from being touched , even by Will. 'This was not supposed to be like this,' he thought sadly as he had this person he felt so much in his arms, this set of feelings was driving him crazy.

        "I'm sorry," said Will, as he hugged more strongly to the one who recently realized, with Bedelia's help what he in denial already knew, that this now so silent man loved him intensely and madly. This person who despite his recent attack accepts his embrace.

  Will throws them both from the cliff.

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You would think that while you fall to your death, you do not think about anything, but in Will Graham's case he was just trying to focus on the person he was hugging. As he fell he closed his eyes, hoping that, with this ending, he and Hannibal could finally rest in peace.

"What did you do?" Something that was just an elevation of voice woke him up from his state of unconsciousness, that's more the shocks that gave him to wake up. In front of him was that oriental Asian woman, sober, thin and defined cheekbones, hair as straight and long as always. The same woman who had thrown him from the train; Chiyoh

"What happened to him?", she asked again as she took him more firmly by the collar of his shirt.
Will, still disoriented, looked around as quickly as possible, until finally they were fixed on the body behind Chiyoh. He opened his eyes wider and he slipped out of the woman's grip that despite external tranquility, her anger could feel like it emanated from her body.

Will approached Hannibal and knelt beside him, and the image before his eyes threatened to make him lose his mind. Hannibal, being unconscious on the boat, lying on towels, seemed dead, he wanted to touch him to be sure he was alive, but he seemed so vulnerable that he feared that if he touched him he could break the bond that kept him alive.

"You better not touch him too much," Chiyoh said as if she could read his mind. "I've already called someone who will checks him. You better not move him. "

Will did not know if that was the real reason, or just that she did not want to see him touching who she cared so much about caring for.

Will refrained from touching him, but did not move from his side for a while. Until Chiyo called him to help her navigate. Will knew that was just an excuse.

In what lasted the trip to the destination that the hunter had arranged to them, Will thought about what he did and what was happening. He should be happy to be alive, but it was not like that, he was disconcerted to have survived, it was so, that he had not even had time to fully feel the pain caused by the wound on his face. The same ones that were now covered by the bandages she had given him.

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When they reached shore, Will realized almost at once that two men were waiting for them. One of them was a thick man with brown hair, maybe around his early forties, in the vicinity you could see that his skin was tanned; the other had dark hair, a little pale, thin, perhaps in his last 30's. That man got into the boat, looked at Chiyoh and without saying anything else, began to quickly medical review Hannibal.
Will was restless seeing this stranger who was checking his ...

"We must take him as soon as possible," the man said in a sober voice, turning his head slightly to Chiyoh.

Of the five people who were there, the brown-haired man stayed to take charge of the boat. In the moment Will did not notice the lack of presence of this man. His mind was not one hundred percent in the present.

He remember small fragments, remember helping the man to take Hannibal to a car waiting for them, remember that this man was the one who was in charge of driving, remember to reach a cabin away from other homes, remember to stay on the other side of the door while, on the other side of it, Chiyoh and that man stayed with Hannibal.

Hours passed, at least he felt that way, he did not have a clock to check and he was so worried that he had not even started looking for one. If Hannibal died ... if Hannibal died because of him ...

He did not know how he was going to continue living, he had thought he was doing it for 3 years, but he was only asleep inside.

At last the man came out, he seemed calm, he had been in this kind of situations before, that is, to help someone clandestinely. This man looked at him with his brown eyes, nodded, approached him and without saying more, began to check him. He did not talk much during the review, Will felt like he was just another spectator.The man took his tools and began to stitch the wound on his face meticulously. He gave some general recommendations and said goodbye to him with reluctance.

Finally, the man left with a bag in his hand.

Chiyoh left the room and closed the door behind her. He looked for an intense moment at the man with the bandage on his cheek, although he did not want to admit it, he could see the affliction in his face.

Chiyoh left the room and closed the door behind her. He looked for an intense moment at the man with the bandage on his cheek, although he did not want to admit it, he could see the affliction in his face.

"He's a trustworthy man," the woman said suddenly as she stood, refusing to sit down and keep Will company. He will not say anything to anyone. He gave her a more fixed look. "He is a doctor known to Hannibal."

Will knew better than to feel it, but he could not help feeling a twinge of jealousy. He felt bewildered by it. Hannibal was grave in that room and he was jealous of a beta instead.

Will went to the room from which Chiyoh had recently left, she tried to say something to stop him, but he could not wait any longer.

When he entered the small room, Hannibal was illuminated by the light of the moon that filtered through the window. The bandages, the blood bag, his eyes closed. It was a lot for him.

He took the chair from the small wooden desk, pulled it to the bed and sat there, taking Hannibal's hand, wishing his eyes would open soon.

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Days went by, maybe 3 or 4, Will wasn't sure of it, it still seemed a lie that he was with almost permanent eyes at his side, the man he appreciated as a friend, the one he hated for his betrayal and the same as despite all the blood between them, he loved. He...loves...

Sometimes Hannibal opened his eyes, but it was like a sleepwalker would do, it was a look that looked nothing, despite having Will in his line of sight, shortly after closing it again. And this caused a restless sensation in the curly-haired man's chest.

With patience and care, he washed with a rag the body of the badly wounded man, and while doing this, he could not prevent the idea from spreading in his head that if it were not for his soft breathing, he could suspect that he had left The world of the living. And before this a bleak feeling invaded him.

In the short moments when Hannibal came out of his complete dream, his caregiver took the opportunity to take a few sips of soup, hoping that this would help him gain a little more energy, fully wake up and become the Hannibal he loves talk about his arts and the human condition, but never about his own past.

He hoped that would come true and not just fantasies of a man who clings to the lying hope.

To pass the time and fight not to lock himself in his own mind, Will read some of the books that were in the small library of that cabin and this without a reminder reminded him of the times when he looked at the titles and ran his fingers through the covers of the books in the Hannibal office library there in ... The hours of talks, the hours in which they talked as if they forgot that outside that office there was something else, they talked about the outside, but in those moments the outside looked like a abstract concept.

Who else had he felt like this? With anyone else. Hannibal had been the first and the last. The only one.

And despite this, either for being betrayed, either for being attached to what his idea of justice and normality is, or for fearing to become something he feared, but was already within him.

He desperately wanted to run away from what he felt for that other being, so terrible, so strange, so magnificent. But nobody can run away from their own truth. No one can deny their own heart.

In general, he did not spend more than 20 minutes in the library, the longest of his reading was done in Hannibal's room or in his own room that was downstairs to the one already mentioned.

Sometimes he went out around the cabin, taking fresh air is what some would say, he could not risk going beyond. He didn't know what could happen if he neglected a little in Hannibal's care.

Those days were like the drag of a snail.
One morning, in which the cabin was touched by the bright rays of sun, Will was washing Hannibal, with his tired eyes looking at every corner of the body of ... who had destroyed much in himself, but at the same time It meant a world to him.

And suddenly, after a gentle movement of eyelids, Hannibal woke up and his gaze on this occasion, he was looking at who was in front of him, but at that moment the other had his gaze on the diaper he was changing.

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Every time he washed Hannibal, taking away the sweat caused by the nights when he seemed to be invaded by nightmares, he couldn't think that they looked like that, they were both visited in their dreams for things they didn't want to see. He wondered if it had always been that way, if Hannibal was prone to them for many years or if this was a consequence of what had happened to him with the dragon ... or maybe a little earlier ... Maybe since he was locked up for three years, maybe ... He didn't know, and possibly never would, since he would never ask to clarify this question. He didn't want to hear whatever the answer was. He didn't want to add more blame.

The first time he washed it, the first time he saw Hannibal's lower part left after the dragon's attack, his knees for a second lost their strength: in the pale skin between Hannibal's thighs, there were the colors purple and blue, with trembling hands, he separated his legs more from the attacked and continued watching. It was something he couldn't avoid; see even if he was disturbed by what he saw. Still between his thighs stained red, the sheet under him had crimson spots.

Before the blue eyes, there appeared without need of the pendulum more vivid images of the red dragon forcing itself as the beast that was in Hannibal, as if taking a look at his mind, he saw this one with the realization that Will had left him to his fate, again.

Again his heart had broken at the disappointment of being abandoned. And between the pain, the blood and the violence against his body, he felt it was in vain to hold on to the idea that he and Will could become one, and live a free life, far from what the rest of society thought, but in change, he was only being pushed against the floor, with his lip broken, while covering his mouth, to prevent his teeth from re-tearing the skin of his aggressor, feeling between his legs a violent and coarse dragon, which made every second deeply painful, instead of the mongoose to which he would trust him to protect his house from snakes.

Was this why he had waited three years? Was this the result of being patient, thinking that it would be worth it in the end? Believing they could leave behind the wounds that both had been caused each other?

Was this all?

This was all.

And his gaze was losing its brightness, looking more dead than alive while the dragon broke free inside his body.

Wil shook his head after seeing those images of the past, he could not control the tremors in his body, his face had been covered by tears, carefully, despite the tremors in his hands, he covered Hannibal with the sheets and without put up with it more, he went to the bathroom and in the toilet he let out what he had breakfast an hour ago.

After that time, he had better handled the time to wash Hannibal, telling himself that he should not let himself sink into the misery that threatened to drive him mad. He must remain in the present, for himself and for the person he was caring for.

Which he was not doing at the time.

The diaper was open, unfolded, showing Hannibal's intimacy, it was dry, it seemed strange to him, he didn't have time to think if that was good or bad since he suddenly felt that the skin he was touching became tense. He turned his head and his blue eyes met brown eyes that almost from the beginning he was able to look at, those eyes that had always looked at him, but at that moment he could not decipher the meaning of that look. Hannibal looked at him without raising his head from the pillow.

A long silence passed between them, as if time had stopped, as if they were afraid of causing the slightest sound. All they did was look at each other. Will continued without still moving between the elder's legs between the two.

Hannibal looked away, then turned his face and moved his legs slightly. At that moment it was that Will realized in the position he was. He retreated from behind and stood by the side of the bed. Hannibal closed his legs and covered slowly his naked body with the sheets.

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Covering his body with the sheets was not as easy or fast as he would if on previous occasions, if he had been healthy, he would have pulled the sheet tightly, the strength he now lacked. He didn't know how long he had been in that bed in that state, but according to the pain in his body and the disorientation in his mind, it must be several days. As the seconds went by he remembered what it was that had happened until he reached the situation he was in. He did not remember everything. But he remembered his encounter with the dragon.

Waking up and Will is the first thing he sees, at other times that would have made him happy, but at that moment he couldn't help feeling… confused. He didn't want Will to approach him. He didn't want his blue eyes to keep seeing him. He wanted to be seen by him before, but it wasn't like that anymore. Although he already knew that Will had seen him in his nakedness. He had seen it all.

Turning his face was what he could do most, at least he could try to ignore those eyes, although he couldn't help feeling those looks on his body.

Will moved away from the bed, and that distance felt the same, or more, than the time they were separated by the walls of the institution, separated from the body, since Will could almost swear, that Hannibal was thinking about him constantly during those 3 years, 3 years in which the doctor was in his Plexiglas cage and he, Will, was trying to live a life he wanted in the past, but that It was no longer what satisfied him, the family he wanted was like a staging. While he had Molly in his arms, in intimacy, he thought of the good woman she was, who couldn't have asked for a better woman, but for that reason he couldn't help feeling bad, since Hannibal was like a shadow that was there with him, despite the distance, despite not seeing or hearing his voice, to avoid reading his publications, his presence was strong. Although he tried to deny it himself.

Hannibal continued to avoid looking at him, face to the wall, Will saw only a little of his face, for Will it seemed that looking at him was exhausting for Hannibal, he wanted to say something, something that could lighten the tension in the room, but he didn't know what to say. But he couldn't keep quiet either.

"Hannibal" he said, standing beside the bed.

Hannibal only made a small movement that if Will had not been attentive, he would have lost it.

"You want…? You need something?" Will pressed his lips a little "Do you want me to take you to the bathroom ...?"

Hannibal gently shook his head.

Will looked at him for a moment, although the other had tried to cover himself with the sheet, Hannibal's shoulders could be seen, this was the palest thing he had seen, all that time without being in the sun was evident. He never thought of seeing him so fragile, he believed that when he woke up, maybe this separation would end, but it wasn't.

Hannibal still didn't look at him, although his eyes were already open.

"I'll bring you dinner", he said, lowering his voice a little.

Maybe it would be a few seconds, that they felt much more, before Hannibal nodded once and Wil left the room, feeling that he had left something else in that room.

Since he left there he tried to entertain himself with something, he could not ramble, he tried to read, he tried for 10 minutes, but he could not concentrate on it, so he put the book aside and remembered that there was a light bulb that needed to be changed, after changing it, he felt the silence. He needed to occupy his hands, it was a pity he didn't have a boat engine there to repair.

An hour passed since he saw Hannibal, that was the most Will resisted before returning to the room, he had to see how he was. He knocked on the door twice, waited a few seconds before entering the room.

Hannibal had managed to lie on the head of the bed, a pair of pillows held part of his back, hands on his thighs, who saw him could believe he was calm, but Will noticed that he was not like that, that he was decayed.

"You need something?" Will said after taking a few steps towards the bed.

Hannibal turned his face and looked at Will for a moment, then he must have looked and shook his head. Will knew that at some point he would have to say yes, his body was injured, he was not strong enough to move freely.

"It's been almost two weeks since you're like this," he said as his eyes continued to run through the other's body "I became worried when I thought you would take longer to wake up".

Hannibal looked straight ahead, and Will only saw half of his face, which tried to express few emotions.
It is not known how much time passed, until Will felt he couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry for ..." he swallowed "I'm really sorry".

Hannibal turned his face a little towards Will, but did nothing else.

"Please, speak to me", he said with a slight break in his voice.

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Hannibal looked at Will dispassionately, there was no trace of the impenetrable look he had before, he seemed calm, rather, it seemed as if he didn't care much about what was going on around him. He looked away from the man in front of him.

Hannibal parted his lips, it seemed he was going to say a word, but nothing was heard, he between closed his eyes as he moved his lips and then opened his eyes more and after showing a little bewildered closed his mouth. He looked back at Will and shook his head slightly.
Will opened his eyes wide, it was not possible ... What did this mean? What Hannibal ... couldn't speak to him? Doesn't he want to talk to him?

"It can't be serious," said Will, stronger than he expected, standing near the door.

Hannibal looked him straight in the eye for a second and Will had no more doubts about that. At the moment he could not hear the voice that had so much refused himself to recognize that he missed.

Silence was what the room had owned.

"Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?", said Will out of nowhere.

Hannnibal, subtly opened his eyes, seemed to intend to refuse, but apparently, he thought better and nodded.

Will approached with a gentle step as if he did not know how to approach Hannibal, when he was a few centimeters in front of him, he could not help but looked away, the gaze of the blue-eyed could not help slipping by what they could capture; his half-naked navel, his abdomen, his chest that was too hairy to be an omega, he knew that there were male omegas that had more hair than was commonly thought, could be the result of medicine to not have his heats normally. He couldn't help but be surprised the first time he saw him bare chest, and at that moment he couldn't ignore his nipples, these were a light brown tone, his neck ... his unconscious face ...

Apparently Will had stayed longer in his thoughts since Hannibal was looking at him somewhat intrigued.

"A robe," said Will, being the first thing that came to mind. He went to the bathroom and took one of the bathrobes, then it was where Hannibal and carefully tried to put the robe on. Hannibal involuntarily cringed the moment will touched him.

That Hannibal reaction was like a great shake in Will's person.

"Hannibal ..." he whispered

Hannibal face, which apparently his mask had weakened, showed dismay at his own reaction.

"I ..." he held the bathrobe in front of him, "to help ..." Will seemed to explain this to a little boy.

Hannibal looked for a moment as if he wanted to reproach him, but again, he closed his mouth.
Will helped him put on his bathrobe, but this time Hannibal didn't move anything, but Will could feel he was holding back, that he wasn't going to allow himself to show that he was an exceptional human being, but ultimately human.

Putting on his bathrobe was not so simple since he had to take his time. After doing so he looked at it for a few seconds.

"I'm going to prepare the bathtub for you" The silent person just nodded.

Will filled the bathtub with warm water, it was the best for the battered body of his ...

What was Hannibal to him?

He knews it wasn't friendship. That was not friendship. It was more like a twisted romantic relationship like a vine in which a lot of damage had been done between the two. To the point of almost killing each other. But still they felt incomplete being separated.

It was not a time to analyze what they were, I could only assure that whatever the word that described them was something that had changed them profoundly and irremediably.

While the bathtub filled up, Will felt it was as if he were in a dream; they had survived the Dragon, they had survived the fall, the wounds, and at that time they shared the same roof, but it felt as if they were still separated by something, as if the plexiglass was still among them.

When the amount of water was desired, Will closed the key, took a deep breath without releasing it and went to the room. Hannibal was at the same point he had left. He looked at him, but not in the eyes, he seemed to be looking at his chest.

Will approached the bed, and without saying more helped him get up carefully, he put his arm around his waist when the Lithuanian almost fell to the floor due to the lack of strength in his legs. He held it firm and reaffirmed again with his touch that it was evident that he had lost too much weight. His waist felt smaller. He couldn't help thinking that he felt fragile in his grip.

The short walk to the bathroom was short, silent, somewhat uncomfortable, while Will held Hannibal carefully, so as not to touch a part he should not touch, so as not to hurt Hannibal's right arm, his right shoulder had been affected by the fall, when Hannibal tried to lift his shoulder, a groan escaped. Will, tried not to talk about it, maybe he could hurt Hannibal more than he had already done.

Already in front of the bathtub, Will held the other to get carefully into the bathtub, Hannibal occasionally gasped for the effort and avoided seeing blue eyes. Will noticed this from the beginning, it was a strong contrast of how before Hannibal sought to look him in the eye now that he seemed to avoid them as much as possible. And this caused something in Will.

Will carefully helped put Hannibal in the bathtub, he made a slight gesture as he felt the water against his skin. His skin felt sensitive, it could be for all the time that his senses were not working as they should be in a state without consciousness. It could be because he didn't want anything to touch him.

Although he did not want to recognize it, the situation was that what the dragon did to him, what Will did to him when he did nothing until ... that he had done more than 3 years in that institution. Since in those years, hope was what allowed him to cope with each day of boredom and be treated like an animal in a zoo, of course, even though the articles he wrote about psychiatry were recognized. It was about the little that was left of his life before he was locked up. But now he felt ... dissatisfied with how things had turned out.

Dissatisfied was a bad understanding. He felt devastated.

Hannibal was sitting, surrounded by warm water. Still, thoughtful looking at his knees in front of his eyes. Will was just standing beside him, in the bathtub, trying not to look at the naked person's nakedness. The brown-haired man didn't know what to do with himself.

"Do you want me to help you wash your hair?" The words came out suddenly, it was as if I couldn't help it while I felt it was wrong to ask the question.

 They were silent for a few seconds, before Hannibal raised his head slightly towards the direction of the other and gave a little nod.

 Will really didn't expect Hannibal to answer with a nod.

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In that bathroom, new toilet implements were found, supposed that this was due to someone's diligence, possibly Chiyo. Which if it were for her would give him a shot in the chest, he has little doubt about that.

 Will took the bottle of shampoo, uncovered it and with only its smell could say that this product was of the quality to which the Lithuanian was accustomed, that aroma was similar to him, he had already smelled it in Lecter.

  "I'm going to wet your hair," said Will before approaching the other person.

Carefully Will tilts the head of the light-haired man backward, the other closes his eyes to accept the water that Will threw with one hand, while the other placed it on the edge of the bathtub, not knowing where to put it.

The water flowed through the silver and blond hair, that time in that plexiglass box had helped a large part of his hair leave the blonde, sand-colored hue to give way to a silvery, shiny and short hair by the constant cuts of hair given in the institution. Will couldn't help but miss the fringe that Hannibal combed back when he wanted to be formal, but he was released when he didn't have to be so self-conscious. It would take months for his hair to look like it was before.

Will threw a shampoo in his palm that told him it was expensive. Nothing weird in Hannibal. Between his palms he scrubbed the shampoo and sank his fingers through the damp hair, barely touched the scalp Hannibal trembled and moved away a little.

Will at that moment knew that he could not wash the other's hair at that moment, that at the moment he could not even put his hands on him without expecting him to shake a little. Hannibal seemed to relax a little again, closed his eyes, and stayed where he was.

Will had shampoo in the palm of his hands, and part of his pants wet with water, leaning by the tub for a few seconds. Then he put his hands in the water to remove the shampoo, at that moment Hannibal opened his eyes and saw Will, but he just looked at his hands in the water.

 "I don't think it's necessary to wash your hair at the moment", he said without looking at him yet, for a moment his eyes seemed to fix on something, possibly on his thoughts "I will help you from the bathroom, but I will not touch you invasively", he raised his look.

The silent man held his gaze and gave a small nod, then dodged his gaze.

Will took one of the good doctor's hands, unlike his own, these hands were softer, these hands had held scalpels, knives, daggers, they had a firm and strong grip, but they could not be compared with the rudeness of the hands they were familiar with engine repair, hunting and fishing. Now that he remembers, that was the first time that he appreciated how the doctor's hands felt, it was a lie if he thought about it now, Hannibal had healed his knuckles after he had killed Randall Tier.

 The blue-eyed man stretches his hand in front of the Doctor for a few seconds, then starts to wash the body in a clinical way, but still there was a gentleness in every touch. Despite his intention, Hannibal trembled slightly under the hands of who he believed was his Patroclus, he believed.

 Hannibal could not move his arms, nor could he freely move his legs. All his movements were slow. Will reminded him of an injured bird. The peacock had lost its bright colors.

He was very aware that he had helped in that. Every night he was aware of it.

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He was very aware that he had helped in that. Every night he was aware of it.

Every time he tried to sleep at night, that thought disturbed his sleep intentions.

And bath time was slow, and careful, as if it were a matter of care. Possibly it was. The water traveled through the slender body of the older of the two, a body that had become slightly narrower from the weight he had lost in his convalescence, Will tried to be as clinical as possible while his hands passed over the skin of the cannibal, this one felt softer than I would have imagined in the days when he wore his three-piece suits, so soft despite his physical activity as a serial killer, so charmingly tempting ...

A small tremor made him come out of his thoughts, it seemed that Lecter had felt Graham's thoughts, and in his state, that was one of the things he least wanted to feel.

After that, Will rushed to wash that vulnerable body, he was like a wounded lioness, so strong, but in his state a hyena could defeat him, any other lesser predator could have their chance.

Will helped him out of the bathtub, being a firm support, firmly grasping the arms of the other who was trembling slightly, it could be due to exposing himself to the naked air, it could be from being consciously naked before Will, it could be from being touched for Will and yet his body would react as if that was someone else who was touching him.

Will helped him to put on his bathrobe, this time avoiding as much as possible his skin directly touching the other skin, the one with soft gray hair leaned on the other man to get to the bed, Will carefully sat him on the edge of the bed, he took the towel that he carried on his shoulder and began to dry his hair, such soft hair, it was assumed that when you reached a certain age, you stopped being so desirable, was it because of his diet and he tried to eat only "good things” and physical activity? His genes? Was it for being an omega? Was it because of being attracted to him? Possibly it was all together, and if he weren't attracted to him, he couldn't deny that even if that was the case, Hannibal was attractive in his own right, even if he pretended to be vanilla to hide his activity as a murderer from others.

He stopped thinking that, enough was enough in drying the gray hair, realizing that this was the first time that he had indirectly touched the older man's hair for an extended period of time. Seconds passed with his hands between the towel covering the older man's head, until he heard the throat scraping of the one sitting on the bed.

"I think that's fine," Will said, pulling the towel away and walking away from Hannibal.

Their eyes met, but Hannibal averted them almost immediately. This didn't like Will, that Hannibal was the one to take his Whiskey-colored gaze away from his. They were the only eyes Will was careful to look with.

"I've made tomato soup," Will said, trying to break the silence with whatever. I'll bring you some.” He looked at Hannibal for a moment, waiting for him to say something, but that didn't happen. Will turned around, leaving the room, leaving the other sitting on that bed who seemed to be somewhat dazed with reality. Now that he thought about it, while serving the soup on a white plate decorated with painted red flowers, he mentally kicked himself for not leaving the other in a more comfortable position.

Returning to the room with plate in hand, Hannibal found himself in almost the same position where he had left it. Will walked over and put the plate on the table near the bed.

"Hannibal" Will said as he got closer and extended his arms towards Hannibal, he just looked at him and made a little nod, and then let himself take off the bathrobe, place a long shirt that covered the older man's pelvis, in those Will he tried not to look at the lower part of that body that he had washed several times, a bruised nakedness that will remain etched in his mind and that will appear several nights in his dreams, after half covering him, he made him comfortable on the bed, with part of his back on the pillows that were against the back.

And so, without saying more, Will took the bowl of soup and carefully began feeding Hannibal who at first seemed hesitant to open his mouth, but then began to take every spoonful offered by the curly-haired man.

And so the days went by, in which Will tried to keep Hannibal as comfortable as possible, taking to the bathroom, watching over his meals, sometimes trying to start a conversation, but finally giving up when he saw that the other was not in the mood to do it, he just had to wait. As the days went by, Hannibal didn't need to put as much weight on Will to go to the bathroom. And time as normal, passed until a month and a few days passed since they were in that cabin.
One afternoon, they were eating dinner in a simple and small dining room, something that one would expect to see in Will's old life, before he married Molly, he rarely thought about her, about the child, but his mind was very busy with Hannibal to share with them. Hannibal at one point set a knife and fork beside the plate. Will stopped his fork when it was very close to his mouth, then lowered it when Hannibal looked at his food with a dull look.

"Will," said the other, Will almost opened his mouth in shock, hearing Hannibal's voice again moved him strongly. He wanted to hear it for the rest of his life.

"I think this is not going to work," he said in a quiet voice.

To Will it was as if an avalanche had fallen on him, as if he had been hit with a baseball bat on the head, as if he wanted to scream but did not have the strength to do so. As if he were simply a lost man.
"In this time I have thought about it" he raised his eyes from his food to look at Will "I had a lot of time to think about those three years" he sighed "but I had ... expectations, but now I see that it was only that, and that there are cups that cannot be put together in any way."

Only a few cups are meant to be put together. Hannibal had a stoic expression, but there was something in his eyes that couldn't be hidden from Will. Seeing that expression on Hannibal, similar to when they were at his house, after what happened with Mason Verger after being rescued by Hannibal, his expression when he saw Will wake up, his words as if no big thing had happened between them, like If they could take back whatever is between them. His face when Will said he didn't want to think about him again, that expression, he was thinking about it almost every day, despite trying not to. He was on his mind for three years, trying to be indifferent to that memory, trying not to be completely taken over by insomnia, telling himself that it was the best thing that Hannibal was locked up: Hannibal was bad for others, and he was also bad for him, although it made him feel alive, even though it made him feel completely accepted. Made him feel sickly loved.

Trying during those years to ignore those thoughts that sounded like Hannibal, ignore his own feelings, ignore that many times when he saw Molly asleep next to him, he could not help but imagine that if instead of her, he was ... safe and sound next to...

Years of negotiation, years trying to forget what he could not, who he could not, and who in part did not want to forget.

"Don't fuck with me", Will said before thinking better "After everything we've been through" Will ran his hand through his curly dark hair "We ..."

Hannibal looked him straight in the eye. "Will." A small vulnerability could be heard escaping from his voice.

"I",He raised his chin a bit "I thought we could be on the same page",  he paused a little, "but we are in two different books".

Will felt as if at that very moment Jack was shooting him, but not in the shoulder as he already did, but, this time in the chest.

"I'm sorry" he said ashamed "I'm sorry I didn't avoid..."

"I know", Hannibal said without deigning to look at him. "I'm tired." With effort he rose from his seat, leaving most of his food behind.

Hannibal was about to leave the room " Will" he paused for three  seconds.

"You can leave whenever you want, I won't look for you. Live as you want. I'm tired."

Hannibal left the room while Will watched his back drift out of sight. the urge to get up and tell him he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to leave it, but he just sat there, staring at the door.

Lying on his bed, Hannibal was covered by the sheets, trying to find a warmth he couldn't find.

He thought that all this had happened because of his own fault, because he wanted to force feelings in Will and as a result he had to feel the dragon force itself inside him.

He was rude to want to force the dark, beautifully mind, his special Will, to feel something similar to what he felt himself. It was naive to imagine that they could have a nice life, killing pigs and eating whatever their own hands prepared, turning those who were less human into are to be seen or into something to be art and also nutritious.

Dreaming of repeating that time Will brought the meat, leaving it on the table. But it was all a charade.
Hanibal's tears trickled down while he was in a semi-fetal position, his body ached, his heart ached and so he finally fell asleep.

He woke up at night, a layer of sweat on his skin, those dreams were memories: The dragon inside him, while he was hurt and miserable. The relentless cold. That stew, his little sister's teeth, the pain in his stomach, the horror. ...

Awake, observing the darkness of his room, Hannibal despite his fatigue could not sleep, but he did not have the courage to get up either. A few hours passed, in which only sporadic nocturnal sounds were heard. He didn't even feel like playing his beloved classical music in his mind. After a while, sleep began to invade him and he fell asleep again

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Different story in another room. Will Graham with his whiskey drink in hand, thinking how he had screwed up, if only he had behaved like a man, like an alpha and defend his omega, instead of fearing what the two of them had. That was killing him. It was burning it.

In one gulp, he finished what was left of his drink, while in his mind the attack that he did not see was reproducing, but it was as if he had, what he saw, the dragon, like the animal that it was, outraging his omega wounded, and while he himself was behind a door, meanwhile the attack began.

Can he still call himself a man?

That Hannibal is disappointed was not surprising, the strange thing would be the opposite.
And so Will continued to whip himself through the night.

In the morning Will was the first to get up after a few hours of bad sleep, it was strange to him that Hannibal was not the first to get up. A chill ran down his back, maybe Hannibal had left in the coat of the night.

No, that couldn't be.

Will hurriedly went to the door of Hannibal's room, before taking a moment to be able to think more calmly, Will was already hurriedly opening the door and through the time he filtered through the door, the light-haired one seemed to be sleeping, seeing him like this, he couldn't suspect the things he could do, the things he could create, he even seemed helpless.
He wanted to protect him, but that would have been more useful, at least when they were going to have their encounter with the dragon. Sometimes it made him want to shoot himself, allowing another man, another alpha to do with Hannibal what he himself did not do. Forcefully penetrate Hannibal's body.

He closed the door carefully and being alone accompanied by his thoughts and began to make breakfast.

A couple of hours passed and Hannibal opened his eyes, being surprised to see that the sunlight was already filtering with intensity through the window, he put one of his hands over his eyes, he felt exhausted, as if he had slept fewer hours than he had done lately, he felt so exhausted, it could be simply because he was no longer young as before and those three years of confinement had left him havoc, it could be because of what happened in that house next to the cliff. He felt bad in every way. Perhaps much of his exhaustion was at the thought of Will, that caterpillar that would emerge as something of his own.

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Hannibal after waking up, after being aware that he felt tired and didn't feel like getting up, covered his eyes with his hands. He just wanted to stay a while longer like this, without having to face the day, without having to face the set of decisions that had led them both to that feeling of dissatisfaction with the current situation, he simply felt tired and he didn't feel like getting up, covered his eyes with his hands would again have the desire to receive the day with new specifications. Hannibal moved, sat on the bed and appreciated the smell of fried bacon more, despite how it felt, that smell motivated his stomach to manifest.

Finally, reluctantly, he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, getting closer and closer to that pleasant smell. Arriving at the kitchen door, he was greeted by the image of Will's back, his curly brown hair, like a painting, a simple image that still made his heart thrill, Will always had that effect on him, his body. and his mind, especially his mind, couldn't ignore Will, standing there in front of the stove as he finished making breakfast.

"Morning" Will said suddenly, without taking his gaze away from the pan "Sit down, breakfast is almost done", he turned his face and he gave her a kind look, to look at the pan again and put the bacon strips on a plate.

Hannibal nodded even though Will wasn't looking at him and sat down in the chair, belonging to the small dining room in the small kitchen.

Will turned off the stove, and with dishes in hand, he approached the table, first he served Hannibal and then he sat down, so two cups of coffee were already served, since before Hannibal arrived in the kitchen.
You could hear the cutlery against the porcelain, you could hear the chewing, but what was needed was to hear the words.

Hannibal, despite liking the taste and texture of bacon, could not enjoy it as he would have done in other times, in his stay in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane when he was not in his mental palace, when all he had left was to draw as he saw his own reflection in the Plexiglas, he wanted so much to eat something delicious, many times he found himself wanting simple things like bacon, eggs Benedict, fresh orange juice and more, things that he could not access in that situation, in the who seemed more like a caged beast to analyze, to fear, to even admire, but forgetting that he was also human and as such living in isolation caused harm, although he always showed himself to others, nurses, some students, Alana, Chilton that it was not hurting him, had several occasions in which he could have tried to escape from his cage, but for what? If Will did not come to him, he had not felt in getting out of there, he had to wait and have faith, faith that he would see Will again before him, in returning to those blue eyes that are a storm. Faith in will.

And he saw Will again, and just by seeing him he felt how every part of his mind, his soul and his heart was touched again when those parts only had to settle for the imitation of memories. And at that moment he felt that those three years were not a total waste.

But after what happened, he can't help but feel like he prayed to the wrong God.

"Hannibal", Will's voice snapped him out of his thoughts "Are you feeling bad? ", he said with obvious concern in his voice.

I always feel bad, Hannibal thought, but he just looked at the other and shook his head.

"Did you want something else for breakfast?"

"No", he said in a softer way than he intended "t's fine”, he put the tip of his tongue between his lips and then put it in immediately. "I just haven't eaten bacon for a long time".

Will stared at him for a few seconds, processing those words that were so simple but at the same time underscored Hannibal's years of confinement. He felt his mouth go dry.

Hannibal looked away, not wanting to see the understanding in Will's eyes.

And breakfast ended in silence, with Will sneaking a look at Hannibal, looking at the person in front of him; His gaze looked a little dull, his face looked tired and more delicate, those cheekbones, those cheekbones that he was ashamed to admit that he had wanted to touch while Hannibal was unconscious, he had wanted it so many times while taking care of him, despite his concern, to Despite seeing him injured, his body reacted when he saw the other naked in front of him, when he touched him to wash him, and after that I wanted him while he helped him to the bathroom, while he bathed him, with bruises and everything, with a broken arm and everything . He knew that if it were more sexual it would be torture to have him so close, not being able to touch him as he would like to. And shame flooded him when he felt that in the current situation they were in, the thing Hannibal needed the least was to be touched.

Hannibal drawing with concentration and pleasure, in silence, waiting for Will to talk about his things, his cases, how he felt being Jack's dog, anything and everything, his conversations with Hannibal felt strangely natural, being with him is when he most knew himself.

Hannibal in the kitchen, looking so free and in his element as he cooked those fancy dishes that if heaven had any flavor, it would possibly taste like the food Hannibal prepared.

His voice, his strong European accent that harmonized with the way he presented himself. His lips that despite the professionalism of the good doctor, could not hide the sensuality of his mouth. His eyes that were the color of the whiskey Will drank more often than he would like to recognize.

Hannibal smiling at him, telling him that he liked his company, Hannibal and his disappointed, hurt, angry and sad look at the same time. Hannibal making him bleed, Hannibal running away with that piece of ice with a woman's body. All those months without Hannibal. His sweet words and gaze as they met again in Florence looking like a dream like any other of his dreams, Hannibal making him bleed again, Hannibal watching with pride as he bit the pig's cheek, Hannibal waiting for him to wake up after surviving to Mason, Hannibal kneeling in the snow, Hannibal waiting for him for years, Hannibal in his see-through cage coming alive at the sight of him again, and more, much more.

Hannibal, everything was and is Hannibal, and possibly always would be.

And now he had it in front of him, eating together and he couldn't put a finger on him, worse, he feared his rejection.

Hannibal stopped eating, put his fork next to his plate, and sat staring down, avoiding meeting the other's blue gaze, while he waited for the feeling of discomfort with which he had awakened to pass.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he wanted to go back to bed.
Without opening his eyes again, he listened as Will got up from his seat and approached him.

"Let me take you to your room"

Will said, avoiding asking as it gave more room for future rejection, using the word room to replace the first word that crossed his mind, bed.

Without opening her eyes again, she listened as Will got up from his seat and approached him.

"Let me take you to your room," Will said, avoiding asking as it gave more space for future rejection, and using the word room to replace the first word that crossed his mind, bed.

The light-haired person nodded, accepted that help, even though lately he felt good enough to walk around the house and that his arm was practically fine already, that day he did not feel that way, and he was not going to be so proud to pretend that felt good.

Hannibal opened his eyes, gave a sigh, and then got up from his seat, for a moment he felt his stomach churning, he closed his eyes and took a deep and calm breath. He did not want to waste the food, since what happened was one of the few breakfasts that he had completely finished. Will put his arm around his waist to steady him, the fabric of his nightshirt was thin, Will could practically feel his skin through it. Hannibal with his eyes still closed brought his body closer to Will, spontaneously placing his hand gently on the youngest's chest, the other hand touching the empathic's back and accommodating his face on the other's neck and sniffing him, feeling safe when smelling Will's alpha essence, despite the years of confinement, the distance and what happened a few months ago, his aroma continued to affect him, no other alpha came close to how Will made him feel, his woody, petricor and leather aroma it was marked in his mind, he could often perceive it when he was lying on the little bed in his cell, when he closed his eyes.

Will's scent was exceptional. All of him was.

Although sadly, Hannibal was already understood that Will could live his life almost normally, as if he was just someone he used to know and that more than offend him, it hurt him.

Will was also still in the hug, with one hand resting almost on the lower part of the older man's back, he was afraid that when he moved he would break the moment, that was the third time they hugged, feeling Hannibal's body after so long was truly an experience, he was hungry to feel him in his arms, he moved his hand slightly up and down, while the other remained still next to his body, he slightly moved his head and sneakily smelled Hannibal's soft hair, that in those months it had not been cut.

Hannibal smelled of bergamot, honey, and rue.

No omega before and after Hannibal had smelled so special to him. It was unmistakable and had become his favorite scent.

While he was with Molly, he sometimes unconsciously searched for Hannibal's scent in her.
Those months that Hannibal fled with ... Bedelia, he visited the great house of the doctor especially to relive the events of that horrible night that lost Abigail, but also to remember other things, to appreciate a little more the smell that still remained after the departure who he thought was his anchor.

Hannibal continued with his eyes closed, trying not to think about anything and just comfort himself in Will, as if he had no past, as if only that moment in which Will was holding him mattered.

Suddenly, without Will being aware of it, he began to move his thumb sensually up and down on Hannibal's now lower back and the older of them opened his eyes.

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Hannibal felt a chill that was impossible to cancel, his body reacted to that contact from Will and after opening his eyes, he took a little distance from Will,  with his hand still touching his chest, the same hand that had a slight shaking.

"I", Will said that when he removed his playful hand from over the older of them, he did not know what to do with his hand, keeping it paralyzed a few centimeters from the skin covered by cloth.

Hannibal looked away, couldn't meet the blue-eyed's gaze. He hated feeling so weak, he hated feeling sick, he hated that as Will touched him he couldn't help but feel as if whoever was touching him was the Dragon. As if Will and the dragon were for a moment, the same being.

Hannibal closed his eyes, for a moment he felt like the room was shaking, he wanted to lie down, he needed to lie down on his bed, and just sleep.

Will held him firmly by the waist, which had grown narrow over the months.

"Let's go to your room," he said with an inflection in his voice that showed concern.

Hannibal nodded again, keeping his movement slow and smooth.

On his way, Hannibal supported part of his weight on Will, he did not like to feel like a burden, but the situation forced him to.

He knew that his mood was affecting his health, he knew that he was not eating as he should, but taking care of himself was not easy. Sometimes at night he dreamed of the castle in Lithuania, of the snow, of his sister, how his innocence was crudely uprooted and how life showed him that he did not deserve to love, much less be loved.

Yes, perhaps the best thing would have been if those soldiers hadn't found him in the snow and so he could have gone sleep forever with his family.

Living, surviving is something instinctive, but in recent times he wonders, if sometimes it was better not to follow that instinct.

From the corner of his eye he looks at Will's face, it seemed that he had not been sleeping well, like when they first met. His face reflected that he had several nights of bad sleep, his hair seemed to be freshly cut, but it was long enough so that his curls were not eliminated. At what moment was his hair cut? Hannibal wondered, maybe he did it in all those hours that he didn't want to leave the room either out of exhaustion or to avoid seeing Will's uncomfortable look.

Sometimes he wondered what Will currently felt about him, maybe Will felt just ashamed for not having done something as an alpha, as a man, as a former lawman, in the face of the attack on an omega, even if it was not his own omega.

Or maybe Will had already lost any interest in him by seeing what happened that night.

Or he just felt sorry for him and thinking about it, Hannibal found less reason to leave his room.

He hated feeling so vulnerable.

As he entered the room, Will pulled him closer to the bed and carefully helped him get comfortable. The silver haired one put his head on the pillow, one arm resting beside him and the other on his poor stomach, at least he didn't throw up his breakfast and closed his eyes.

What a way to start the day, he hadn't even bathed and already back to bed.

He can almost physically feel Will's gaze on him, and he doesn't feel like opening his eyes to check it out. You just want the dizziness to stop, you just want to feel better.

They were silent, listening to each other's breaths, inevitably perceiving the essence of the other, then at some point the oldest of them fell asleep and even so the youngest stayed a while longer, watching him, sitting in a chair next to the bed.

Thinking about what it might have been, trying to banish thoughts that tortured him. Praying to any entity that Hannibal's fall did not have a great permanent impact on his health.

Hannibal looked calm in his sleep, Will was a bit surprised that despite everything the older of the two could fall asleep even though he was by his side, although, the same thing happened to him, when he made Hannibal take them Garret Hopps's home.

Falling asleep in the passenger seat while your former friend drives to the house where the porch floor and kitchen were bathed in blood.

Unconsciously, Will's hand reached out to touch the sleeper's short hair, but he stopped, not wanting to interrupt his sleep.

And without looking at his watch, he couldn't tell exactly how long he stayed by Hannibal's side. As if it were his guardian.

It was several hours before Hannibal woke up, he felt tired, but at least not dizzy. He sat on the bed for a while, just looking out his window, not thinking of anything in particular. Thinking was the last thing he wanted to do lately. Sometimes thinking what he was doing was making things more confusing.

- - - -

He hears a few footsteps approaching and between the open door, Will's tired and beautiful face peeks out.

"May I come in?" He said without looking away.

Hannibal just nods, considering that although good manners were paramount already with what they'd seen of each other, what they'd been through together, there couldn't be much privacy between them, even if they wanted it.

It could be defined as a complicated situation, something like a match without legality and without sex and with blood in between.

At least that is a bit clearer than calling it a friendship as they did before.

"Are you feeling better?" Will said, showing in his eyes that he wished yes were the answer.

Hannibal nodded softly.

Will leaned a little closer, placing his hands on the back of the chair. Biting his lower lip lightly as he looked at Hannibal's profile who seemed to be looking dispassionately at the window.

"You may not be hungry", he sounded unsure, "but I made a light meal." He gave a half smile and looked away, his hands on the back of the chair suddenly looking more interesting.

Hannibal turned his head a little, to see him better, at that moment he reminded him of the time he brought him that bottle of wine, unsure, telling himself that he would not be good company, while he himself denied that belief. To him, Will was good company at any hour. Hannibal smiled at the memory.

Those were good times; he wish he had appreciated them more at the time.

A thought interrupts him, that bottle, the same one he had saved for a special occasion. And that night it was, something terrible and unforgettable, with emotional, mental and physical consequences. Things did not happen as he had dreamed, and his dreams were shattered like a ceramic mug.

"What's wrong?" Will's voice interrupts his train of thought.

Hannibal guessed he was frowning, he didn't even want to hide his emotions.

"Remembering", he said, without explaining himself further, and Will instinctively accepted that answer.

Hannibal got up, his body felt a little heavy, he did not want to be in bed anymore, but he was not very eager to leave it either.

Hannibal went to the bathroom, emptied his bladder and washed his hands, looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he really wasn't at his best, he could recognize that something in himself. What looked like a sign that had written that he had been abused. That someone had broken him.

He remembered what one of his patients once told him that they were relatively calm, far from the hysterics that they wanted was a quick prescription for their little difficulties, that they felt as if other people could assume what had happened to them, that it was like something that they simply could not hide even though they feigned normality, which was something so deep in the beginning, the soul does not know how to camouflage it.

Now he believed that maybe that was the case. He couldn't not see it in the image before him.

Hannibal came out of the bathroom, and went straight to the kitchen, at the table there, his food was waiting for him, steaming. Suddenly he started to feel hungry, that was good. The least he needed was to deny himself nutrients.

Will was pouring himself a cup of coffee, while a glass of water was in Hannibal's place.

Hannibal sat up, unconsciously averting his gaze from Will, and began to eat. He made it slow and graceful as was his style.

Will tried not to look at him too much, but it wasn't easy, Will always enjoyed watching the other eat, even if he didn't want to admit it. Although it made him uncomfortable to see other people because he saw a lot of them, seeing Hannibal was something he enjoyed and missed all those years, even if he tried to lie to himself otherwise.

After finishing eating, Hannibal began to pick up his plate, but Will interrupted him, like all the times before, Hannibal said nothing and only gave a slight nod. He stayed in his seat as he watched Will wash the dishes. A silence between them that was not uncomfortable.

It had been more than three months since the fall, Hannibal was feeling better, his body had recovered to a great extent, he could use his arm somewhat, the pain from his wounds had diminished a lot, he needed less and less of the painkillers and drugs. nightmares were a little less intense. He tried to enjoy the little things in life; A rainy afternoon, a glass of fresh water, seeing and smelling the flowers, sharing the table with Will. Maybe he was beginning to appreciate simplicity the way Will did.

Speaking of simplicity, he spent it around the house in a satin nightgown, as if he were an actress forgotten by Hollywood in the 50's, only the glass was missing in his hand, which could not be because Will had put the liquor the house key lowered. He was afraid that Hannibal would vent his booze while he was not at home.

But his choice of outfit wasn't why he wanted to, it was because he had practically nothing else to wear. But that was soon to be remedied.

That would be an interesting day, the first time that he went to that city and also, in the company of Will, he could already walk by himself inside the house, without overreaching, even walking outside it. He wanted to do it wearing clothes.

For the occasion, he was wearing a burgundy hoodie, khaki pants, and brown boots that Will had bought him earlier, in a purchase in which he had focused on buying especially underwear, socks, and slippers, partly because Hannibal hadn't had any at first. He could even get out of bed without help, wearing only nightgowns and bathrobes, and another because he did not know what to buy for him, his taste and Hannibal's in clothes were very different and he did not want to disappoint him, more than he had already done. 

They walked into a large chain store, none of the fancy things the older man was used to, normal clothes, like anyone else would wear. Will glanced at the other and couldn't help but think what he would look like in normal clothes.

They had agreed to do their shopping separately, and at a certain time to meet in the parking lot. The younger was not quite sure about leaving the other alone, but they thought that perhaps they would arouse less suspicion, plus that it might give him a certain sense of independence that Hannibal had recently lost.

At the appointed time, Will was already outside, in the parking lot, with almost all the items that Hannibal had written to him on his list, the 4 bags were already inside the car. He waited a few minutes until he saw Hannibal approaching, and beside him was a store clerk who appeared to be carrying Hannibal's bags.
The doctor looked at him and gave him a small smile when he was near the car, then looked away and addressed the young employee of the place.

"Thank you," he said in a low and soft voice, less European and more American accent, without looking him in the eye. "I know it was not your obligation to accompany me to the car."

The young man, perhaps 26 years old, smiled, and looked at the omega with interest that he was trying to cover with professional formality.

"There is nothing to be thankful for, client, I couldn't be calm because I didn't know if You could get to your car safely, it was a pleasure", he said highlighting the word pleasure.

Hannibal gave him a small smile.

The man with dark hair and eyes, looked at Hannibal, without losing the small smile, showing in his scent that he was interested in what he saw in front of him. That alpha when he looked at Will frowned slightly, as if he were judging him.

When the man started to put the packages in the car, Will practically snatched them from him and did it himself.

There was a tension between those two alphas the first time they had met.

The youngest, soon regained his composure, being professional, remembering that they were in the parking lot of his work.

"Thank you for your purchase", he said looking at the man with blue eyes, and then looking at the person with Whisky eyes, "come back soon."

Will nodded to the omega to get into the car without being aware that he was ordering him, the gray-haired one after opening his eyes a little in surprise, simply obeyed and got into the passenger seat, Will got into the vehicle. He took one last look at the other alpha and drove away.

It had been about 5 minutes since Will was driving, neither of them had said anything in that time. But it felt like they needed to talk.

Hannibal was tall, slender and with the weight he had lost since the fall, he looked even more stylized, his long and slim legs made any pants theoretically look good on him. Those defined cheekbones and the red wine color of the hood highlighted those Whisky eyes, his hair in those more than three and a half months had grown enough to grasp between his fingers that silky silver hair and that mouth that seems to be asking for a kiss.

It was normal for other people, especially alpha men, to get close to Hannibal, even when he looked so untouchable and strangely comfortable in his 3-piece suits, Will noted how easily he caught anyone's eye.

Sometimes he just wanted mark him so that others would see that he was not available.

"That was not necessary", Hannibal said looking through the glass of the window next to him, "He was just being helpful."

Will kept his eyes on the road at once with a sarcastic smile.

"That was not being helpful", he said as he tightened the handlebars a little more than necessary "Do you confuse the intentions of an alpha so easily?"

Will clenched his jaw as he realized instantly what had come out of his mouth, he glanced at Hannibal and Hannibal was still looking out the window, but it seemed as if he was holding his breath, he couldn't see his face because of the hood covering his head, and the reflection of the light did not allow him to see his eyes in the glass, what he could tell there was that his mouth was a straight line.

"I… ", he gave a slight grunt "you know what I mean. Was not…"

"I stumbled," Hannibal said, interrupting him, still without taking his eyes and his forehead from the window, "I was about to pay for my purchases, but one of my legs failed, causing me to bend over. He was nearby and asked me if I was okay and if I was alone."

Hannibal paused for a few seconds, he could smell Will's concern.

"I told him that possibly my alpha was already waiting for me outside."

Will was amazed that Hannibal referred to him as his alpha, he understood now why that alpha was frowning, possibly thinking he was a carefree, inept alpha who left his omega unprotected.

And perhaps he was not entirely wrong.

Will tensed, his initial jealousy replaced with guilt, regretting not being with him.

"I should have accompanied you."

"We had agreed that we would separate. This was just an inconvenience."

Hannibal could feel Will's guilt, but found nothing more to say, he stood silently staring out the window, hoping the rest of the trip home would be uneventful.

"I'm very sorry about your leg, and the rest," Will said with a voice full of regret, at that Hannibal moved his eyes and his forehead away from the window and turned his head to look at Will.

"I also regret the things I did to you." He looked down.

Will at that moment took his eyes off the road to look at Hannibal, surprised; he never thought to hear him say those words, then he looked back down the road. The omega looked forward, no longer toward the window, his hands were on his lap, one on the other, in apparent tranquility.

If we ignored the slight up-and-down movement of his thumb on the back of his other hand.

"My leg…" he stopped, as if he considered that he would show weakness for what he was going to say, "it is not just a result of the fall."

"What?" Said Will, frowning.

"I don't know if Uncle Jack told you that he found me in Florence", Will clenched his jaw "while we were fighting he stabbed me in the leg and threw me off a balcony."

How curious, Jack never mentioned that to him, perhaps he suspected that he would be tempted to cut his throat.

"That's why I can't stand for long, or walk." Hanniabal turned his head towards the window again, as if he wanted to hide "When you visited me in ... Baltimore State Hospital... and I received you standing up, immediately after you left, I needed to sit down."

Will took a deep breath, and felt his heart clench.

"Since I can bring it to you, write me down everything you need," he said seriously, looking straight ahead. "I don't want you to overexert yourself. I don't want you to lie to me saying you're okay."

Hannibal felt a strong emotion at Will's attitude, his Omega part was excited that his alpha showed concern for him.

Hannibal just nodded, not daring to look up at Will, turning his face slightly toward the window. He didn't want him to see how he felt in his eyes. It was enough that his essence couldn't hide it.

He didn't want Will to see his vulnerability.

When they got home, Will got out of the car, took out some of the bags, Hannibal got out of the vehicle and started to grab some bags as well.

"No", said Will interrupting his plan "I can bring them all. It's getting cold, go inside home."

Hannibal looked at him, he thought of telling him that he could also carry some bags, the bags of his clothes, he thought of telling him that although he was not in his best state, it did not mean that he was a damsel who needed to be helped in everything. That he knew very well what he was capable of.

But the truth was, he wanted to be taken care of, he wanted his alpha to take care of him. He liked him to do it. To show concern for him. To show tenderness for him.

He was tired of always being the self-sufficient Hannibal Lecter, the one who needed no help, who at the end of the opera trips, listening to his patients, Baltimore cream and cream dinners, academic accolades, pigs turned into pieces of art, at the end of all that, he only had days left in a huge house, with no one who he could truly trust, no one who truly understood and accepted him.

Hannibal just looked at him, then looked away, did not take the bags and entered after Will opened the door of the house for him.

The red wine hooded man got ready to make tea, while Will brought all the bags, then began to unpack the food and organize most of them on their shelves, while Hannibal sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in his hands, taking very small sips, while Will's cup of tea was waiting, covered by a small plate, to retain a little heat.

When Will felt enough organizing was done, he joined Hannibal at the table, who hadn't finished drinking his own tea yet. He took the cup between his hands and began to drink, it was delicious, whatever Hannibal did it was.

And so they were in placid silence, each drinking their tea on a cold afternoon. A situation so normal that it contrasted with the chaotic things that have happened in their relationship.

The next day Will looked at him with an expression that was worth taking a picture of, when he saw him dressed in a white long-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans and black sports shoes which he used to walk outside around the house. Clothes that Hannibal himself had chosen.

Seeing the omega in casual clothes was an experience.

Hannibal saw the surprise, interest, and even some excitement could be seen in those blue eyes.
Due to the latter he felt like crossing his arms and covering his chest. But he soon put that idea away.

Will had already been impressed when he saw him wear the clothes he had bought for him, but in this case seeing what Hannibal had chosen, having no idea what it might be, had surprised him more than he would have thought.

Hannibal looked younger, less rigid in those clothes, softer even.

Although it would never come out of his mouth, Will believed that after everything that had happened, after the confinement and what the dragon had done, Hannibal looked more human, in his case, more Omega, that mask of cold indifference had cracked giving way to a vulnerability that was natural in most living things that bleed.

The three-piece suits were in the past, there was no place for them in his current life, they had been replaced by Jeans, flat shirts, soft sweaters, and even long-sleeved shirts.
And for even more surprise, sports shoes.

The days passed in monotony, in a normal tranquility that they were both enjoying. They had slowly resumed their conversations, dinner time felt more natural, as it had before, it was as if little by little the pieces were falling into place.

 And so, three months have passed since the fall.

That afternoon Will went out to the city to do the shopping, also to fix the motor of a boat belonging to someone who had requested his services, trying not to draw attention to himself by behaving as normally as possible with other people, being cordial, looking at their faces, but pretending to look into their eyes, not like the hermit he had been, who sometimes lacked a grunt when it came to dealing with people.

While Hannibal was at home and after finishing chores and having cooked lunch, which he would eat later, he left the house, wearing a tank top and work jeans from Will, which fit him thanks to all the weight lost. even staying a little slack in the waist, to take care of the little garden he had started. Will had brought him the seeds to start with.

After having done some work in his garden, he felt a little tired, he looked at the clock and it was 3:05 pm, he thought he had time to take a little nap, he put the Jeans from where he had taken it, the rest in the washing machine, he took off his clothes and opened the shower faucet, closed his eyes when the water touched his hair, letting the water clean him and waiting fresh. He didn't want to think about anything else. He bathed as he normally did lately. Without looking at his body.

He dressed in comfortable clothes and went to bed without drying his hair well. He fell asleep almost immediately.

-----. ----. - -

He woke up from his nap around 7:00 pm at night.

He opened his eyes slowly and realizing through the window that it was dark. He heard noises coming from the kitchen, but what hit him before that was the smell of fish, suddenly he felt so bad as if he wanted to stop breathing, he got out of bed, his feet with socks muffled the sound of his footsteps and went to the second-floor bathroom at the end of the hall. He turned on the faucet to the sink, knelt by the toilet, and began to vomit what had been his little breakfast and still contained his stomach. He tried to do it without creating the biggest noise. He didn't want Will to come to see him in that state.

After only saliva came out of his mouth, he stood for a moment hugging the toilet, tired, weak and dirty, it was how he felt. When he felt a little more strength, he got up from the ground, pulling the toilet chain, the smell made him retch again.

He splashed water on his face and wiped it off, then took out his blue toothbrush and toothpaste, began brushing wanting to replace that awful taste. After finishing brushing his teeth and finally turning off the sink, Hannibal went to his room. He closed the door behind him, and collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't know why he suddenly felt sick.

Undiagnosed problem with his organs? Sequel to his head from the blows? Or maybe something more natural and less fatalistic, it could be that he was in pre-menopause and his body was only reacting to it, now that he thought about it and did his heat hadn't returned again ...

No

He opened his eyes.

Nononono Nonono Nooo

Hannibal shook his head, began to tremble slightly at the thought of the last possibility that occurred to him. He covered his eyes with his hands while feeling like he was going to tear at any moment, he took a deeper breath, trying to calm himself. He couldn't get out of control over something that wasn't even a certainty. He needed to calm down, needed not to think about it too much.

A knock on the door interrupts the Doctor's thoughts, and Hannibal reacts by sitting up in bed.

"Hannibal, everything is alright?"

Hannibal calms down completely almost immediately.

"Yes" ,he closed his eyes "In a moment I'll go"

Will stood on the other side of the door for a moment, saying that he would wait for him without saying it.

Hannibal got up from the bed and went to open the door, Will smiled at him and stepped aside for Hannibal to follow, while he followed from behind.

Waiting for them in the kitchen was dinner, which was fish as the main course.

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Hannibal took his place at the table and Will sat across from him, as always. Hannibal tried to hold his breath as much as possible, if he didn't smell it it would be easier to avoid his trip to the bathroom. He tried to reassure his heart by imagining putting a piece in his mouth. This was food Will had prepared, he didn't want to despise it.

"What happens?", Will said, already starting to eat.

Hannibal looked at him, then looked away. "I still have no appetite", he took a small breath and used his mask to not show how he was feeling "it must be why I woke up recently."

"You didn't have lunch" ,Will said, looking straight into his eyes the moment Hannibal stopped looking away.

"When I came back I found your lunch in the kitchen."

Hannibal slightly parted his lips, it was true. How could he forget that he hadn't eaten lunch? At that moment his negligent stomach decided to manifest itself with a growl. Will couldn't help but widen his eyes and raise an eyebrow at the sound, instead Hannibal felt embarrassed by his body's lack of decorum.

"Please," said Will concerned, "please eat", those blue eyes were imploring him Hannibal felt his body relax, and he took a few tries in his breath, it seems that now the hunger was stronger than the unpleasant smell of fish. Was it because he had passed most of his nausea? Why did his body want only to eat? Or was his body tired and he just wanted to obey his alpha? He directed the first spoonful of food into his mouth, and slowly began to chew. The fish tasted so strong to him, but apparently his stomach didn't care too much as he ended up swallowing it and staying there. After taking a sip of water.

"You don't have to eat the fish", said Will, stopping eating to see Hannibal "it was my mistake not to consider your stomach that has been so delicate. The fish was too much."

"Will, it's not ne-"

"Eat the salad", he said looking at him, as if he were in his own mind. "That haven't been touched by the fish."

"Will, I didn't want to ..."

Will rises from his seat, and without saying more, he removed the plate of fish, putting the contents in a tapper, doing the same with his own food, and then starting to heat Hannibal's uneaten lunch on the stove. Hannibal sat silently in his seat, not wanting to cause any more disturbance and sensing that if he said something, he might be close to frustrating Will.
 
"This will help with the taste", Will said as he placed a glass of apple juice on the table.
 
Hannibal nodded, took the glass, and began to drink its contents. Definitely the fishy taste diminished a lot.
Will returned to the table with Hannibal's lunch soon to be dinner, and made a ham and cheese sandwich for himself.
He placed the food in front of Hannibal, then sat in its place placing the sandwich in front of him. And the salad in the middle of them. And without saying more, Will bit into his sandwich.
Hannibal took a spoonful of his food and began to eat.
In this case, the food did not cause him any aversion, so he was able to enjoy it.
At the end of dinner, Will took the plates, and put them to soak, then walked over to Hannibal and held out his hand.

"How about we go to the living room and enjoy some wine?"

Hannibal looked at the hand for a few seconds, gave a small smile and just nodded.
That night it was between conversations and silences and Hannibal at that moment forgot what had tormented him in his room, he had put it in one of his rooms in his mental palace and had locked it down.

He doesn't know, when he fell asleep, he remembered that he was sitting, with Will sitting in a seat opposite his, and then waking up lying on the living room sofa. A sheet protecting him from the cold.
 
 
He opened his eyes and felt instantly regret doing so, the sunlight that filtered through the thin curtains between the room's openings bothered his eyes a little, it bothered him a lot, which he never had to face during the three years before what happened on the cliff. He blinked a few times, his whiskey eyes in the daylight like liquid amber, alive. His bangs fell to the side of his face, almost completely covering his right eye, his hair shining in the sunlight like silk.
His back was against the back of the burgundy sofa, resting on the right side of his body; one of his hands acted as a pillow for his head, while the other hand was simply by his side, very close to his face and part of his left arm on top of his right arm, legs slightly bent, if not for the sheet , it would look like he lazily moved his bare feet against each other. He stayed there for a moment lying on the sofa. Just looking in front of him, looking at the other items in the room, just feeling the warmth of the day, trying as much as possible not to think shortly after waking up. Leaving his mind as blank as possible, like snow. The smell of fresh coffee was more or less pleasant.

"Morning," Will said behind the back of the sofa, standing watching him from above. Will was watching him before for a while, he was watching him sleep.

It was rare to see him like this; asleep with a relaxed face while sunlight bathed his pale skin. But seeing him wake up was something else, he couldn't take his eyes off him. The only time he saw him wake up was when he finally regained consciousness, just as he was changing his diaper. Remembering the expression on Hannibal's face back then, it was something that made his chest ache. Will could understand why Hannibal wanted to capture with his art, in his sketchbook, what he really liked. Will was he knew that he himself had a place there, several sketches about him, according to what Alana told him, occupied several of the sheets that were given to him in the institution, over the years in that institution drawing was one of the few pleasant activities that he could afford to be locked up like a tarantula from Africa. He imagined that sketches of him existed even before he was locked up. Even in their time in Florence, even when before when they talked about escaping and living together, maybe since Will was sent to Baltimore State Hospital because of Hannibal, possibly when they were friends and just had talks in Hannibal's office.

Who knows, cannot know for sure. But he can almost see that in front of his eyes.
 
He wished never to forget the almost romantic appearance of Hannibal sleeping on the sofa, his hair shining in the sun, the same that had not been cut in all those months since he stopped residing at Baltimore State Hospital For ... he wanted to touch his hair while that he slept, touch his face, touch his cheekbones, his lips, but he couldn't touch him, he couldn't allow it, touch him and disturb his sleep, he couldn't touch him and see that expression again.

He didn't deserve to touch him.

’Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you?’

Badelia's words were like needles in his chest, and in recent months those wounds weighed more. He didn't want to think about Badelia. He didn't want to think about Alana, he just wanted to see Hannibal lying on that sofa, safe and sound in front of his eyes.

Watching Hannibal wake up and stand there, just blinking, pursing his lips slightly forward as he blinked because the sunlight was bothering his eyes. It was something ethereal.

Hannibal was surprised to hear Will's voice, he hadn't realized that he was so close, it could have been from sleep, or the smell of coffee, but it wasn't worth thinking about. He sat up, unconsciously running his hand through his hair, arranging it in a different state than just recent awakening.
 
"Morning, Will," Hannibal said, his voice sounding softer and deeper from lack of use.

 
Without him being able to avoid it, his member showed interest when he heard that voice, when he saw him try to fix his hair, his eyes still with traces of his sleep, his bare feet touching the floor. Something that can be seen so mundane, it was enough for his body to react. And Will despite the things he had done, the things he had thought, the things he had dreamed, despite all this he felt like a sinner.

Hannibal always told him to follow his instincts, which was natural. God himself liked to murder. That he was only afraid to recognize what was really inside him. But still, this was very different, knowing what had happened to him in that house on the cliff, what he had seen, what he had smelled and that night would never be erased from his mind. Chasing him, no, chasing him like a crow that only looks at him from above squawking that he made the wrong decision for not having his instincts that were to prevent Francis, no, no Francis, the red Dragon had his way with Hannibal. Although seeing Hannibal was what he loved the most, it was also something that washed him with shame. Feeling so much desire for Hannibal before his peaceful image on the sofa, after knowing what he had been through, made him feel not like a man who followed his instincts, but like an animal, a beast.

Hannibal was still sitting on the sofa, watching as Will watched him, but it was as if his mind, Will's, was there, but it was also elsewhere.

"Have you had breakfast yet?," Hannibal said, with the intention more of interrupting whatever Will was thinking, he knew him, he must have been thinking that it brought him regret. Will blinked at Hannibal's question, looked at him softening his gaze a bit and giving a slight smile.

"No, not yet, I just made the coffee," Will said, then turned around and headed for the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" Will said, keeping his back to Hannibal, turning his face slightly in his direction.

"Not really," Hannibal said as he sat on the couch and fixed his hair a bit with his hand, tucking a small strand behind his ear.

Will felt so much for Hannibal, that he wanted to consume their relationship like an alpha and an omega would. And putting in a great effort on his part, he calmed those thoughts.

"But a cup of coffee would be nice," Hannibal said, still sitting on the sofa, his head tilted toward Will's direction, his hands clasped on his lap, his legs together, his bare feet touching the floor.

Will nods, goes to the kitchen and pours himself a cup of coffee and one for Hannibal, in this time they had been living together, Will learned to make that dark substance in a way that would be more pleasant for the other, of course, it was not up to the level of what the slightly taller of the two would have made, but it was much better than the bitter instant coffee he used to drink.

Hannibal was waiting sitting on the sofa, enjoying that normality, waking up and seeing Will there and that he would give him the first coffee of the morning. He liked that. Will returned to the two cups of coffee, and handed Hannibal a corresponding one. Hannibal took his first sip, closing his eyes at the warmth and taste of that sip. His empty stomach received that first liquid very well.

Will was staring at him, sitting on the cabinet in front of the sofa. He just stared, engraving that look on his memory, so that it would become part of his collection.

"Do you want to eat already?," Will said after a moment, as he watched the tip of Hannibal's tongue touch his upper lip.

"Not yet," Hannibal said, holding his cup at chest level. "And you?"

"Me neither, for me the coffee is enough" Will looked at him for a moment, as if weighing something.

A few seconds passed in which only silence reigned.

"I could make you something light, I have to leave soon." Will said fixing his gaze on the other. Where was the Will who avoided looking into other people's eyes? It's true, that Will changed a long time ago when the other eyes were Hannibal's.

"Fine," Hannibal said, feeling the intensity of the other's gaze.

Will gave a small smile, got up and went to the kitchen to prepare something light. Hannibal felt a bit inadequate about not helping out in the kitchen as well, but Will had refused his help earlier when he was the one making breakfast. He just wanted Hannibal to wait for everything to be ready. They ate breakfast almost in silence, and it was nice.
 
After finishing eating and washing the dishes between the two of them, Will said goodbye to Hannibal, leaning a little towards the other, without thinking he lightly touched Hannibal's cheek with his hand, as if he were going to caress him, but stopped when he saw that Hannibal tensed almost imperceptibly. He withdrew his hand, still feeling the sensation of Hannibal's cheek.
 
Will said he might be arriving at dusk and trying to get home soon. To take care of himself and the other wished him to take care of himself too. Hannibal stood in the doorway as he watched Will drive away.
 
Hannibal closed the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling how the worry that he had locked away in one of the rooms of his mental palace, was getting heavier and louder. Ever since he saw Will when he woke up on the sofa, he tried as much as possible not to think about it, and to enjoy the present, but now that he was gone, it was as if that topic could not stay put. He took another deep breath and headed for the bathroom. He started filling the tub with hot water, when the tub was full, he poured two handfuls of bath salts on it, stripped off his clothes, and got into the tub. It was the first time he had done it alone, since he lived with Will. He stood still for a moment, feeling the hot water on his body, and then he let himself slide down the tub until the water covered part of his lips. He tilted his head back, wetting his hair, letting the minutes pass, the aromatic salts to take effect. But it was difficult for him to get carried away by the supposed relaxation, the bathtub does not take anything away.

The bathtubs in Florence never diminished his feelings of longing for Will. But now there is no longing, there is restlessness and concern. Hannibal sat back down, then tilted his head forward, covering his face with his hands.
 
“It must be for another reason”, he told himself, his heat had not returned and he was thinking of other reasons, it could be because of how weak his body was from the fall, because he was older. Perhaps because of the trauma of what the dragon had done to him ...
 
  Feeling like vomiting, he closed his eyes tightly as he waited for the nausea to pass and not force him to get out of the tub or throw up next to the tub.

He opened his eyes again when the nausea passed. It was frequent when thinking about the dragon, about that night, he felt ill.

  He hoped it was that, the other possibility that made his heart feel tight in his chest.
 
The dizziness could be due to stress, because of his mind that out of nowhere showed him that night or some of the injuries he had suffered from the fall, his whole body still hurt, not as much as in the beginning, but in honesty he could not deny the discomfort he felt in his body, even if he told Will he was fine.
 
 The omega just wanted to relax in the bathtub, he didn't want to think about something he couldn't confirm right away. He closed his eyes again and tried to scent the bath salts.
 
It was almost an hour since he got into the bathtub, the fingers of his hands were wrinkled from the water. He got out of the tub and put on his bathrobe, then emptied it.

He went to his room, dried his hair for a while with a towel, and then used the hair dryer, without looking in the mirror. It was very seldom that he did.
 
He dressed in a light forest green sweater and a pair of jeans, again ignoring the mirror. He felt sleepy, his plans were for the moment to clean the house, maybe read a little, but apparently what his body wanted to do at that very moment was sleep. He needed a nap.
 
But before going to bed, he set the alarm and lay down on his bed, he finished it off in what he thought, it was Will's touch before leaving the house.

The sound of the alarm woke him up, it felt like he had only closed his eyes a second ago, he set the alarm for two hours, he regretted not having set it for three hours.

  He got out of bed although his body insisted he not do it, he fixed his hair with his hand, again, without looking at a mirror and went to the kitchen, had a cup of coffee. He needed to feel awake.
 
After having his cup of coffee, he began to clean the house, and then began to make dinner. Will could arrive at any moment.
 
When everything was ready, he realized that until now he remembered that he had not eaten anything since breakfast, and the truth is that he did not feel in the mood to force himself to eat, he would better wait for Will to arrive so they can have dinner together.
 
He felt tired and wanted to go back to bed, while his restlessness persisted. He went to his room, lay down on his bed, rolled onto his right side, grabbed a large pillow, and hugged it. Pushing certain thoughts into the back of his mind, while a little tear escaped and fell on the pillow.

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Well my dear readers, let's take this chapter as a break.

Well, as some of you have commented, you already know what Hannibal is concerned about, and in the state of denial that he is.

The thing is, when will Will find out? How will he find out? Unfortunate, since little by little they were resuming their relkation with a certain normality, but a large rock broke the lake of domesticity.

Well my dear writers, in case anyone was wondering where I am from, I am from Colombia. Currently in my country there are marches, since the government, even though we are in a pandemic and many people have been left without work and are experiencing hunger and a crisis in the country. The disastrous government of Ivan Du, at the hand of the lord of evil, Alvaro U, V. and other politicians, they proposed put more taxes on products that according to them were not necessary for La canasta familiar, for example "Coffee, salt, sugar and others" Thank God there is a great spread on social networks, and as citizens we get angry and the main news networks that were with the government lie, but in these times no one swallows their lies anymore.

So for this reason, there is Paro Nacional, which means that the majority of local businesses are closed and the citizens are rebelling and the government sees that they cannot do what they want with the population.

Why am I sharing this with you? Well I just wanted to share this with you. Really last year, and this current year has been very hard and you, who have been my loyal readers, know that personally for me, it has been quite hard due to the family tragedy.

Also, recently my sister investigated the post-mortem autopsy performed on my father, for all these things we had not paid attention to those results, the result was that my father was another of the Covid victims.

Now it makes sense, my dad got sick very quickly, we thought it was complications from his diabetes and stress from the pandemic and the death of my mother (she did not die from the virus, confirmed) but in the end, it was because of this virus.

It was another very hard blow for my sister and for me.

About this story, practically the novel that this is becoming ... has anyone wondered why this title? In addition, in the same series they mention these words, by Will himself, whatever you do, whatever mistake you make, you have to pay for it. From each wound there is a scar.

What Will Will Do? I really do not know.

How will Hannibal tell him?
So far I don't know either, while I write and things are developing, it's not like I have an end in mind and I just have to create the path

How many chapters will this story have? I don't know, I just know that I have a lot of affection for this story and I will not leave it incomplete since I am alive.

And I really love reading your comments on how you like this story.

Well, I hope you take care of yourself and value your minds, your bodies and your hearts. Have a nice day (for me it is at night 8:43 pm)

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Hello Readers, I want to write to you, since I have few people around me to talk to, and I think that over time a kind of bond between us has developed.

My sister's father-in-law, I didn't know him much, the last time I spoke with him was in March. And he looked good. In late April he began to feel ill.
Then he was admitted, he spent more than 15 days in the intensive care unit. He had caught Covid.

In the first days of May (2021), my sister's father-in-law died. When she told me I was surprised, as I said, I had little dealings with him, but he was still someone I knew.

Life is really very fragile.

My brother-in-law was sad, but deep inside him, it seems that this descent was not so surprising.
Currently, from what I see, my sister and he look very normal.

I say I see, since some time ago my sister and I did not talk face to face. I have to wait when she wants to visit me, since she is possibly of a good temper. I do not visit her, since with her mood swings I do not want to find a bad face.

Guess who I live with my dear readers? I live alone, in the house where I lived with my dad. There is nothing wrong with it, there are good memories and others not so good, but somehow it makes me feel close to Dad.

sometimes I wonder if something happened to me how long would they realize it? after 4 days?

The only family member I have left in this life is my sister, and that depresses me even more.

Being honest with you my dear readers, I really do not want to live long, I read books, I try to have positive thoughts, I try to eat more iron, to think that there are people who have it much worse and that life is something you have, irreplaceable and that every living being by nature wants to stay alive, and it is true.
Sometimes I force myself to do this and it seems to work for a moment.

But the thing is that since I was a child, I have not been very enthusiastic, laughed little, and had no energy / desire to run and play. My parents always tried to make me eat well, so I imagine it's something from the womb.

The thing is that every time, and even more so in recent times, I don't feel like doing anything, I don't want to do anything in particular, I don't want to get something, my level of enjoying certain things (reading, watching movies, listening to music) has decreased a lot.

Sometimes what I would like would be to sleep and forget about this world and this life, just sleep, because I don't feel very much alive.

Sometimes I feel more like a shell than a human body. Instead of blood and the heat of life, it's like I'm feeling groggy, off. Sometimes I just want to cry and be swallowed up by the earth.

It's not like I want to kill myself, it's more like I just want to disappear like foam, without leaving a body.

Psychiatric help? I have a friend who is currently undergoing medical treatment for her bipolarity. That does not convinces me, her mental and physical state have changed a lot.

And also my sister goes to therapy and although she says that she is better, she continues with her mood swings and that does not convince me either.

Sometimes I wonder if this will really go away, or just people lie to themselves that they really got better with medication, therapy, religion or helping organizations. Really if there are improvements, or we are closer to making a Virginia Wolf, or simply fantasizing about it.

Will I ever have the desire to enjoy things a lot? The truth is that I don't even enjoy food much, I eat out of hunger, but it's not like I'm saying, "I feel like eating this." it's not like you want to eat something to enjoy it.

A month ago I stopped drinking coffee, the truth is that I was already taking it more out of habit than pleasure. I don't really like the taste of it, or at least the cage that I make myself.

I started drinking chocolate, they say it's good for your health.

A few days ago I started to drink beer, today (13.5.21) I have not had anything, since I have not wanted to. But I drink beer I only drink a 330 ml can a day. It relaxes me a bit, it has 4.8% which is low alcohol, it may be because I am not in the habit of drinking and that I weigh 49 kilos I feel an effect with beer.

I want to clarify that I am an adult, not a teenager.

I just wanted to express myself with you, since I don't have many people to do it with.

Take care.

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Hannibal felt as if at any moment he was going to fall asleep, he wanted to sleep and clear his mind, he was in the process of falling into the world of dreams ...

until he heard the sound of a car near the house.

Hannibal sat up on the bed, rubbed his thumb where he felt the tear slide, then got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror on his dresser. His eyes looked tired and glassy, he closed his eyes so as not to see his own reflection, then he opened them again, after taking a steady breath and releasing it, he looked in the mirror, trying to disguise the look in his eyes as if they were the the result of having just woken up. He left his room. Opening the door, Will is greeted with the smell of delicious dinner, and then with the image of Hannibal waiting for him halfway up the stairs.

"Hello Will" Hannibal said giving Will a small smile with his eyes. Will noticed that his eyes looked a little misty, he guessed it was from having woken up from a recent nap.

Hannibal after being there, still, watching Will, began to go down the stairs with a calm and light step, reaching the other person. Will looked at him and gave him a slight nod.

"Hi", he said with the informality that characterized him. They stared at each other for a few seconds, as if they wanted to say something else, as if they needed to say something else. But they couldn't do it.

"How was your day?" Will asked, and then heading to the kitchen, he wanted them to go there, since that is the place where Hannibal moves like a dancer, in his own world without the need for pretense.

"My day has just been ordinary," Hannibal said, giving those micro smiles of his. Will felt like he wasn't being with him.

"yours?" Hannibal said and then moved away a bit, turning his back to start serving dinner. Will came over to help him serve, but Hannibal said with a look that he appreciated his offer though. He preferred to serve their food himself. He continued serving dinner while Will waited in the dining room.

"The usual, broken engines, motor oil and quiet"

Hannibal put the first plate in front of Will, continued serving while Will sitting in his place looked at him with a slight frown, while Hannibal acted as if he didn't realize it. When Hannibal finished serving, he sat up, looked Will in the eye for a second, then looked away and started eating. Will took his fork and began to eat, looking at his food that as always tasted great, but he could not fully enjoy his food. He needed to ask a simple question.

"'How was your day?", after swallowing his bite, lowering his fork and looking at Hannibal.

"Routine" Hannibal replied, after swallowing his bite, then looking at Will and for a few seconds, then avoiding his gaze and continuing to eat. The one with the blue eyes didn't.

"Really?" Will said without taking his eyes off the other. Hannibal put his cutlery on the plate, looked at the younger man and with an impassive face replied

"Yes, nothing particularly outstanding has happened"

Will stared at him for a moment, as if he were seeing something beyond what someone else's eyes could perceive.

"Okay", Will said taking his silverware and resuming his dinner, "if you say so."

Hannibal had gone back to picking up his silverware, but froze at the last thing. He lightly ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, trying to keep his gaze on the empathic, then continue with his dinner.

"If I say it?" Hannibal said after swallowing the piece of beef steak.

"Being sincere?", Will said before putting a portion in his mouth "I think today was not a good day for you" he said after swallowing.

Hannibal looks at him and gives him a micro smile, the kind that wasn't sincere, the kind he gave as a distant formality.

"You talk like you know me very well," Hannibal said, forgetting his food, looking distantly.

"I do not do it?" Will said, also putting his dinner aside.

"Our history says no", Hannibal was feeling defensive, a part of his brain was telling him not to take it to heart,  but the insistence of Will, the arrogant one who believes that by being empathetic he can contribute without fail what that others feel, it is true that he had a wonderful ability, his great empathy, but that did not mean that he had to be arrogant towards him.

"It's true" Will said, taking the glass from him and looking at Hannibal, feeling a bit defensive at Hannibal's reaction, he felt that this was not good, but at the moment he didn't know how to get out of the way. He knew Hannibal was lying to him. He knew that he was pretending that everything was normal and there was nothing to worry about.

With the two of them, normality was rare.

"Sometimes I'm wrong, other times I'm not", he puts his glass on the table, putting all his intention into his gaze, looking Hannibal in the eye. "You know that well."

Hannibal stared into those blue eyes that gazed into him, analyzing him interestedly yet dispassionately, with a vastly indifferent face, as if his words were mere facts. There was arrogance there. It couldn't be helped to remind him of someone.

"You remind me of Bedelia", he said the moment he averted his eyes on the other.

Hannibal doesn't know how those words escaped his lips, but he knows they didn't quite come out when he realized that he had made a mistake.

He looked back at Will, who looked surprised, then looked at Will's hand holding the broken glass goblet, his bleeding hand, drops of blood falling on the table.

Hannibal rose from the seat instinctively, he approached Will to look at the wound on his hand, but he moved away from him, withdrawing his hand from him as if Hannibal tried to touch him annoyed him.

"Don't ever compare me to your lover," Will said with almost physical difficulty, as if he were half growling.

"She was not my lover" Hannibal said trying to correct him.

“Didn't you sleep with her? Will said looking into his eyes.

Hannibal just looked away.

At that moment Will's scent was thicker, heavy from being angry and wanting to hunt down the blonde woman with whom he also had talks.
Hannibal was apparently half annoyed by Will's reaction, but the reality is that he was beginning to feel anxious for not finding better words. He just wanted them to have a quiet dinner tonight.

Why had things turned out like this?

"You were with Margot" Hannibal did not understand why his mouth was saying things that were the most distant in calming the situation.

Hannibal was pushed against the nearest wall, Will removed his hands from Hannibal's forearms, and put one arm against the wall, as if preventing him from moving away from him. Hannibal tried to face the younger man, but he could not, he could only avoid his gaze by looking to the side, since if he looked down he would meet Will's eyes, since the brown hair man was a few centimeters shorter than him.

"Look at me," Will said almost without inflection.

In another time Hannibal could have looked at the other calmly, with longing, but at that moment what his instincts were telling him was that it was better to avoid making him more angry, since the last minutes what he said was for the worse and the best thing was that he will remain still and silent.

He was beginning to feel disquiet of his own reaction.

Suddenly Will leaned even closer and took hold of the chin with a mixture of sharpness and gentleness.

"And you didn't like us being together." Will gave a crooked, tired smile. "It was clear from what happened next." His smile turned a bit bitter.

"Will, I ..."

The hand touching the wall traveled up to Hannibal's forearm, squeezing it, at the same time that the hand that was on his chin came down and stopped at his throat, trapping that neck in his hand. Staining it in the process with his own blood.

"Don't you dare tell one of your lies," Will said, pressing harder on his throat, but still not hurting him.

Will's hands had calluses, from the years of working with his hands, warm and just by feeling his hands on his throat and his bicep, Hannibal could feel the strength of him. The light-haired one always knew that although Will was slim and did not like to show power to others, as was the norm for many alphas, his empath was not a weak alpha.

Hannibal pursed his lips, if he was telling the truth and the other considered it a lie, then it wouldn't be worth talking.

His body began to tremble, he closed his eyes, he could not breathe with the strong essence of Will that had him cornered.

Before throughout his life he had been beaten, kicked, cut, strangled, hanged, marked as cattle, and that had not scared him, of course it had hurt, but now it was different, after the dragon, his body seemed like it was running away from physical pain. And to the other pains.

The hand moved away from his throat, he opened his eyes, he realized that his own eyes were watery. Will took a few steps back, away from the other, took his keys, took his coat and headed out the door. Hannibal listened to the noise of the car's engine, growing more and more distant. His legs seemed not to be able to hold him, he let himself be dragged along the wall until he was almost sitting in the W position.

He looked at the closed door, Will's scent was in place, his blood was on his skin.

 Where did he go? And most importantly ... did he have strong reasons to return?

They had both eaten little, dinner was a disaster. Everything is a mess.

Hannibal covered his mouth, trying to hide from his own ears the sobs that wanted to come out.

I haven't drawn anything in a long, long time, this was a little scribble. This drawing corresponds to chapter 11.

I haven't drawn anything in a long, long time, this was a little scribble.

Edit: This is my first time posting an image in ao3, you don't know how many unsuccessful attempts I had.

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Will drove, drove away from the anger that was building in his chest, well, at least trying somehow. Was Hannibal the cause of that anger? No, possibly the cause was everything that had happened between them, especially the last thing before they fell off the cliff.

It was more an anger with the whole situation, seeing Hannibal sick and he was partly the cause of it, and living with that fear, he almost lost him and he fears every day of being separated permanently. They were separated for 3 years and it felt like he was playing someone else.
 
Playing someone's husband, while his real partner was locked up in a hospital.
 
Even if you try to lie with your whole being to yourself, the truth of the heart comes out, and his heart shudders and thrills with just the name Hannibal. He had never known himself so well the way he did when he was with him. He had never felt more alive since Hannibal was in his life.

Hannibal since before being locked up, had given him his heart, metaphorically and also in a somewhat literal way, it was as shown by Anthony's body. Sometimes he wondered why Anthony was the one chosen for it, why did it have to be him? What had he said or done to make Hannibal decide to turn him into a giant heart? He had not thought deeply about it, since he had seen that man as mere clay for Hannibal's message, but on second thought, what was his offense? Something had to be done to offend him. He could try to figure it out with his gift. He could ask Hannibal about it in the future, but at the moment that didn't matter. There were more important things. He doesn't like that after everything they'd been through, after the fall and that they're living together, Hannibal is still on the defensive with him. But did he just have no reason for it? Said his subconscious. He was tired of the games. That should be left behind by now. Why did he have to compare him to Bedelia? Missed her? Why did he have to bring Margot into the conversation?

Will gripped the steering wheel of the car with more force than necessary.

 
Will kept driving without knowing where he wanted to go, he just needed to get away for a moment from Hannibal, his voice, his smell, and those eyes that seemed sincerely sad.

 
He needed a drink.
 
 
Hannibal after looking up and calming down, got up from the floor, smoothing with his hands the supposed wrinkles in his sweater and pants, then he went to the table and began to collect the dishes, put away the leftovers, which was practically almost the entire dinner, then the intention was to wash the dishes, but that was the point of pretending templé, since once again the eyes threatened to fog up again. He put the dishes in the dishwasher and went to his room, sat on the bed; he was too tired to be distracted by drawing or reading, he was too restless to just lie down and sleep. He sat on the bed for a moment, alone there in his room, with a lamp on his nightstand, the only thing that illuminated the darkness of the room.

Will finally stopped near a bar, parked the car and entered the place, how curious, it looked like some of the few bars he had been to in his home country, those rare occasions when he had been encouraged to drink. outside. It was even a bit nostalgic.

With everything that had happened in the last months of his life, it would have been normal for him to visit bars more often, but that would mean leaving Hannibal alone longer. But today was a breaking point.

He sat down and asked the bartender for two fingers of Whisky, in the house there was also Wisky and of good quality since it was chosen by Hannibal.

But for that night drinking at home was not an option. He needed to do it without Hannibal being within a few feet.

Suddenly he noticed that the man next to him was looking at him from time to time.

Will tried to ignore it, to be on his own business, but he could feel the furtive glances of the guy next to him.

"There is a problem?" Will said with his face to the guy's direction, looking at him.

"No" the young man raised his hands, looking a bit embarrassed "I was not as discreet as I thought."

"You seem familiar to me, but I'm not sure what."

Will felt nervous for a moment, thinking that this man might have seen him in some report about him and Hannibal, he was calm as possible, waiting to hear what he was going to say next.

"I think you might be a customer," the boy said and this made Will raise an eyebrow.

"I work in the hypermarket and it must be that ... I remember", said the young man before a realization "you are the alpha customer who was waiting in the parking lot while his omega continued with his purchases."

Will remembered in that moment, that man was that nosy employee.

The man who looked interestedly at his omega, while also judging Will with his eyes. He judged his care for his omega.

"Yeah right, now I remember too," Will said looking a bit grumpy, holding his whisky in one hand.

There was an awkward silence, Will sipping his drink and the other man taking his own drink as well, resuming his conversation with someone sitting next to him.

Will was trying to distract himself with the noise and all the emotions of the other customers in that bar, he generally disliked this, a bit suffocating, but by now he wanted to be away from his own emotions. He didn't want to think about what Hannibal was doing at home, possibly he was drawing or something.

"So ...", he heard again the voice of that man who believed that he had already finished his conversation with him. "Are you here while your omega stayed home?"

He really was a busybody. That he cared where his omega was. What was wrong with this guy?

"What do you care where my omega is?" he spat.

"Man, it's not because I say it badly, it's that you're here drinking while you leave your omega, vulnerable, alone at home"

Will for a moment wanted to laugh at that word "vulnerable" knowing the things that Hannibal was capable of, but the truth was that Hannibal in his present time needed time to recover.

Why was this guy sure Hannibal was alone?

"Why do you think he's alone?" Will said intrigued.

“I assumed that you live alone, without children. I am an uncle, so I suppose who has and does not have children."

"Although it is none of your concern, he is very well" he said curtly, but deep down there was a flicker of doubt.

"Are you sure about it?"

Will's jaw clenched slightly.

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Hannibal got out of bed, went with a light and tired step to the bathroom, he thought that if he took a bath he could feel better, he could sleep better. He wanted a break from his own feelings. He wanted to leave that night behind.

He was in the process of taking off his sweater, but when his abdomen was uncovered, he saw it loosen the fabric in his hands, covering his belly again.

Maybe he was wrong, maybe his heat was late, very late because of all the stress in his body, maybe it was menopause, yes, it could be that, although he did not feel the symptoms of it and as far as he knew from the stories that his aunt told him, in his family, especially on the part of his mother's line menopause took longer to arrive compared to other people.

Hannibal tried to bring his hands to his abdomen, but stopped, dropping his arms to his sides and had no desire to take a bath, the little desire that had been gone, he left the bathroom and went back to his room.

He sat back on the bed, put his hands on his lap, was crestfallen, looking at his abdomen covered by the green sweater, and pressed his lips.

He was a doctor, although obstetrics was not his specialty, he could not keep trying to fool himself. His belly was a cradle.

.

A tear began to drain down his face, then fell onto his lap.

Will dropped a bill on the counter and got up from his seat, left the venue, and went to his car. What was he doing? That nosy boy was right, what was he doing drinking while Hannibal was home alone at night?

He must go home to his omega.

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A few tears followed the first, until Hannibal wiped them away, trying not to get carried away by his feelings.

He wanted to feel safe, he felt abandoned, again. Will was not there, Will had left because he was angry. When would he return? When could he come home?

He would come home. What if Will didn't come back? Again the tears threatened to come out.

Hannibal wanted to feel safe. He wanted to sleep.

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When Will finally arrived in front of the house, it had all the lights off. He guessed Hannibal was already sleeping.

Will entered the house and turned on the living room lights. The dining room was packed, dinner was gone. He knew Hannibal didn't waste food and he had surely put it away.

But the dishes were unwashed. Hannibal not leaving his kitchen completely clean, that was weird.

He searched the first floor, Hannibal was not there.

Then he went upstairs, went to Hannibal's room. He was not there. He held his breath for a moment. Then he went to the bathroom door and thought maybe he was there.

"Hannibal?" Will said, waiting for him to answer him. But nothing. He repeated again and still no response. He opened the door, confirming that Hannibal wasn't there either.

Had he left home? Where was it at this time? Thinking about it with a cool head, he had overcome his anger. Maybe his omega was mad that Will left the house? Where was he?

Who was Hannibal with?

Suddenly he thought, in another place in the house that he had not been to, he went to that room,his own room, pushed open the door and using the screen of his smartphone, he saw that there was someone in his bed.

As he approached his bed, Hannibal's scent became more and more identifiable, there was the omega, asleep, lying on the right side of his body, with the clothes he had on for dinner. He brought his hand up to the other's hair, but stopped before touching him, he didn't want to wake him up, he was also sweaty all day, he smelled of liquor. There were still traces in his scent of the anger he had felt, but now seeing Hannibal sleeping in his bed, seeking comfort in his room, with his essence it was something that touched him deep in his heart.

He had hurt his omega, seeing his face he could identify that tears had streamed down his face. He could practically see Hannibal alone in the house, feeling abandoned by Will. Will felt like a ...like a ... bad alpha to his omega.

Will wanted to bathe and be cool. He wanted to sleep and start over tomorrow morning.

Will showered, getting out of the bathroom to towel dry his hair as much as he could, then put on a pair of boxer shorts and a tight white T-shirt. He thought about going to sleep on the living room couch, but he really didn't want to. He didn't want to be away from his omega.

When Will returned to his room the first thing that greeted him was the scent of anguish, he approached the bed quickly, but carefully. Hannibal was shrinking into himself. Sobbing a little in his sleep.

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                 Will's room

Hannibal could not sleep in his room, this restlessness in his heart prevented him.

He was worried that Will left the house angry, not knowing if he would return soon or if he would return, he thought it would be logical for him to return, at least in a couple of days after having spent those days in a hotel, he clung to that idea, that Will come back. Because if he didn't ... he didn't want to think about it. Hannibal lying on his bed, tossing and turning in it, not knowing what to do, not being able to fall asleep when that was what he needed, he needed a break for his body and his mind.

But he just couldn't do it.

He sat on the bed, stayed maybe for a minute like that, got up from it and went to the window and observed in the darkness of the night the trees that were the main landscape, since the house was in the forest, far away of other houses, such as Will's house in Wolf Tramp, thinking about that house, at that time made him feel his heart clench.

He walked away from the window, left his room, passed Will's room, a room smaller than his, the door was ajar and Hannibal couldn't resist going in there. As expected, that space was impregnated with Will's scent, Hannibal approached the bed that was made by the very empath, Will had made it clear, that it was not necessary for Hannibal to organize his room, that it was already more than enough that he took care of the house and besides cooking and washing their clothes. Which Will had told him that it wasn't necessary for him to always keep the house clean. Hannibal would not stay still at home, doing chores would allow him to distract himself from the things that wanted to get out of those locked rooms that existed in his mental palace.

Hannibal went to the bed, looked at it for a few seconds, as if he couldn't make up his mind, he sat on the bed, to immediately lie down on it; he looked at the ceiling, the same view he had just now in his room, but even though it was the same view, he didn't feel the same. That room, Will said, had his essence, that essence that had been planted in his mind, creating his own rooms in his mental palace, and its roots had clung to his heart, if he plucked those roots, Hannibal was not sure if he could survive after everything that had happened between them.

But Will could leave and not return at any moment, his fall into the ocean, after… it could mean a baptism, the acceptance of the death of the old life and the new life that Will finally accepted.

But until when?

After they both miraculously survived Muskrat Farm, Will still told him that he would not miss him, and that he would never think about him again. Even though that was a plan to lock him up, still those words haunted him, even though he had tried to leave them behind. Now Will lived with him and he had accepted what they could both do… But for how long?

Perhaps one day he would wait for Will to return home, and he would not arrive at night and so the days would pass until he realized, he would accept that Will did not return, and that it was his own decision.

Hannibal lay on the side of his body, and took a deep breath on Will's pillow, burying his face into it as one of his hands clutched his pillowcase. And tears began to form in his eyes, being slightly held back by his pale lashes until they fell on the dark pillowcase.

His state made him more sensitive, more nervous, more hormonal.

He continued with his face almost covered, making very little noise, letting out little sniffs.

After a while Hannibal uncovered his face further, laying only half on the pillow.

He relaxed his clenched hand on the pillow and just laid it still on the pillow for a moment.

Hannibal slowly brought his hands to his abdomen, still with some hesitation, until he hugged his abdomen and shrugged into himself.

How would he tell him?

How would he tell Will that his body had accepted the seed of another alpha?

Again the tears threatened to come out again, just thinking about telling him, made him tighten his lips.

Hannibal thought that with this Will would distance himself, either because of guilt or because he could not bear the fact that a being was growing in his womb that was the offspring of another man.

And the tears fell again.

Between these feelings and the scent of Will permeating the bed, permeating that pillow, Hannibal eventually fell asleep in tears.

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He was in a bright room, lying on a gurney, he didn't remember how he got there, Will was next to him, giving him a small smile.

         "This is for the best," Will said, then his smile faded.

Hannibal did not understand what is happening, he did not know what Will was referring to.

He tried to get up from the gurney, but his arms were handcuffed to the railings.

       "Will?" He said looking at the blue-eyed man who was looking at him in an almost cold way, then a person approached, he could not identify if it was a woman or a man, this person stood in front of his separated legs, which he could not close. He had no control of his body.

That person had something in his hand, something Hannibal couldn't see clearly, but he knew it was that artifact.

        "Will?" His eyes widened, showing bewilderment and anguish at the man still standing next to him.

Will gently touched Hannibal's silky hair, brushing it away from his handsome face, then touching his cheek just as gently.

          “You can make it all go away. Put your head back. Close your eyes ”

Hannibal began to tremble at those words that at some point he himself had said to the empath.

Will pulled his hand away from the other, his eyes turning blank.

          "Wade into the quiet of the stream" he said before disappearing from his sight.

Hannibal began to move, tried to free himself as the operation began. It was useless, his body was not responding as it should.

Hannibal closed his eyes in frustration and fear. At his uselessness, like when his little sister was taken from him. Mischa.

Will did not know how to wake Hannibal without him reacting badly, it was evident from his sobs and gestures that the older of them was having a nightmare.

          "Hannibal" Will said several times, but the other seemed not to hear him, it must have been a strong nightmare.

Letting his alpha instinct allow him to act, instead of thinking, Will lay down next to Hannibal and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him, while he buried his nose in that light hair, filling his lungs with that scent, while he released his essence himself to calm his omega.

 Hannibal finally opened his eyes, still in his body he was gripped by anguish, he closed his eyes again, to open it a couple of seconds later and recognized that he was still in Will's room, he also realized that he was being hugged, those strong and capable arms were his alpha's, his scent filling him.

          "Will?" Hannibal said, deep down wishing that wasn't just another dream.

         "Hanninal," Will said in a calm voice, as he held him tighter against him. "everything's okay. I'm here"

 Hannibal stayed still, at the touch of Will's skin on his skin, a long time since he was not touched by someone he wanted. This would be the third time he and Will shared a hug, but this time, this hug wasn't drenched in blood. It was just Will giving him comfort and Hannibal feared that if he moved Will would stop hugging him.

       "I'm sorry I left like this," Will said after a while of silence.

Hannibal wordlessly put one of his hands on the blue-eyed's arm. Hannibal could smell whiskey on Will's breath.

      "I'm sorry I reacted like that," Hannibal said, hearing regret in his own voice.

Will kept hugging, it was the first time he had Hannibal in this way, even though he was a few inches taller than him, he could feel him vulnerable in his arms, the loss of weight made Will feel something small in his grip, the Hanibal's waist had gotten smaller and so, lying on his side, his waist looked smaller and curvy. Despite the hug, the brown-haired man tried not to join the lower part of his body, with the other's butt, that was not appropriate considering what happened between the doctor and the degenerate dragon.

       “I didn't suggest to Mason Verger that he hurt Margot. I didn't tell him to hurt your child”, Hannibal said out of nowhere.

Will tensed, not expecting them to touch on that topic, especially at a time like this. He wanted to see the face of the Omega, but he decided to stay in the position he was in.

      “She, Margot, was a woman of good manners, who had survived the Verger males, I was curious to see her triumphant in front of her brother, which happened, but I never wanted Mason to take more from her than he already had done." Hannibal's jaw clenched slightly.

  Will didn't know exactly that he was making Hannibal talk about it, could it be that dream he woke up from recently? Could it be because he stormed out of the house?

       "I was curious to see what your child would be like," he said in a whisper.

Again, silence reigned again.

Will was silent, processing what the other had just told him, it was true that he believed that the other in his own way indirectly whispered to Mason that he had to prevent Margot from having a baby, his baby, but another part also wanted to think, that from the point From Hannibal's view, Margot didn't deserve what happened to her.

Will just took a deep breath, filling his lungs again with the other's scent.

        "Mason was disgusting." Hannibal spoke as if he felt nauseous, which was what he felt, but he took a deep breath to calm that feeling. "I never did anything for him to have the upper hand" he lightly clenched his teeth "I would never be on his side."

This set off an alarm in Will, his omega sounding annoyed, even disgusted.

"What happened Hannibal?" Will said calmly, but deep down there was something else.

Hannibal tensed slightly, with that Will distanced his nose from the blond and silver hair, raised his head he saw the other's face, his gaze was down and to one side, avoiding Will's gaze.

            "Hannibal ..." Will said still calmly, but more insistently.

There was a silence of perhaps almost a minute, until Hannibal lightly ran his tongue down the middle of his upper lip.

             "When we were at Muskrat Farm" Hannibal closed his lips, he didn't want to tell Will that, he didn't want Will to know more.

            "Please go on," Will said, trying to be patient.

             “When they separated us ... they took me to the barn, stripped me, tied me up, and as you may have noticed, they branded me like a cow. But that's not ..." Hannibal sighed and closed his eyes "that was very rude, but the rudest thing was when he said..."

Will hugged him more firmly, never lowering his arms to the other's chest, but not placing that part, since Hannibal had his arms on his own chest.

     “If I was healthy, if my body was good, as an alpha,I would show you your place. I'd fill you up like a sow.” “Every word felt so… ”  Hannibal made a disgusted gesture, still not opening his eyes.

  Will felt his blood boil, Mason made a comment like that, with his dirty mouth to his omega, at least he did not do very well, since he was missing lips.

      "Damn pig," Will said, pressing his teeth together.

       
       "No," Hannibal said thoughtfully, "don't offend the pigs."

Will sank his nose back into the omega's soft hair, he needed to smell it, calm the urge to kill Mason for the second, third time and more.

Hannibal smelled so good how had he denied himself enjoying it? He wasted so many years denying the two of them a life together. Absurd that since they met they slept with other people, instead of the two of them being together. Sometimes the worst thing we can do is deny ourselves our truth.

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Will's arms around his body gave him a sense of security that he wanted to hold onto, but at the same time, Hannibal was afraid that if he tried, he would just end up falling again. But for a moment, he wanted just to appreciate that feeling, his heart beating slightly faster than normal at the feel of Will's arms on his body. They were still in that bed, feeling each other's breathing, feeling the other's warmth. Even in the silence the two of them complemented each other.

"After we survived what happened at Muskrat Farm, I saw that as an opportunity for us to start over, if we had survived Mason's dark plan, maybe it was a ... sign ... "

Hannibal's voice had faded little by little, simply telling how things were, without games, it made him feel unprotected.

"I wish that at that moment we had started again" Will broke the silence that had settled for a short time.

"I wish I had sent this duty to do the right thing to hell and just ..." His touch of him felt slightly firmer "just keep you from leaving that door, set things up quickly and leave life behind there".

Hannibal felt his heart move at Will's words, he never believed that he would hear him say something like that, it was something he had wanted.

"I'm sorry too." Hannibal regretted so many decisions that he made as if it were a game; If he hadn't been so entertained in his games, he would have saved himself years of solitude, just living with the image of Will in his mental palace, just drawing it from his eidetic memory, avoiding being checked by guards, avoiding the indignity of being called crazy. Although he enjoyed Chilton's envy, despite being locked up, his psychiatrist articles were still appreciated by the psychiatric community ... unlike Chilton.

"When you went to visit me ..." Hannibal knew it was useless to touch moments that were already left behind, but he needed to speak, he wanted to get certain things off his chest. “When you visited me to consult me on the case...", Hannibal felt the bile threatening to rise just by trying to mention it to him, “ You said I was crazy. You still ... ”, Hannibal didn't finish the sentence.

"I don't think you're crazy," Will said sounding confident. They were silent for a few seconds, holding each other as any couple would.

"After one of your visits, our dear Frederik came to visit me, he was angry because I had refuted his defense of insanity in what was my last psychiatry article, that I had made a fool of him and ..." Hannibal stopped, why was he telling these things to Will? That no longer mattered and it wasn't something he wanted Will to know. Although it seems that he only wanted to talk about it, since he had not done it with anyone else. But equally, he felt vulnerable doing it.

"What else did he say?" Will said at his silence.

"He said that I would be forgotten, Frederik goes on to paint a picture of me being turned out to the general population".

Hannibal pursed his lips again, trying to say the last thing gave him a feeling of shame.

"And what else? Hannibal"

"Younger inmates pushing me around...and using me for sex ... "

Will holds his breath for a moment, and his jaw clenches. He had felt a little guilt when he saw Chilton disfigured and burned, the man was a pompous, mediocre psychiatrist, a rude who treated him as unbalanced from the beginning, but he thought that his punishment might have been too much. Now knowing what he said to Hannibal, that made him wish he had been around when that beast turned Chilton into his craft.

Hannibal was silent, curious what Will would say, but he just held him, then buried his nose in his hair again. Hannibal was starting to get sleepy, it felt reassuring to have Will next to him, which calmed his thoughts about ... he didn't want to think about it, he had to tell him, but he didn't want to. He just wanted him to keep hugging him.

"So I said to our dear friends: the tragedy of what has happened to Frederick has put me in great humor"

Will began to laugh, a gentle laugh the gloomy air that had gripped him had dissipated. Hearing that laugh was for Hannibal like listening to the most beautiful symphony, keeping that sound in his mental palace, to reproduce it when he was alone again. Maybe that would be sooner than he wanted. That thought made his heart heave.

"We should try to sleep," Hannibal said, "it's too late." Hannibal made an attempt to get out of bed, but he didn't get very far on it.

"Don't go," Will said, hugging the upper part of that body that had lost weight in recovering from him. "Lets sleep together. Let's just sleep”, Will said as if in a plea. Hannibal stayed away for a moment and then settled back on the bed. Will turned off the lights. They were both silent, listening to nightly noises that sounded distant. Will did not try to do anything, although the desire was not lacking.

He held in his arms who, made part of his dreams, was part of his nightmares and yearnings. Who was his storm and at the same time his anchor. And he was sorry he hadn't avoided the stain on Hannibal's body and heart. And thinking about it, it was every day and often, it was something that wears him down.

"Good night", Will said softly.

Hannibal, being hugged, was only thinking about the right moment to tell his beloved what was happening in his womb. And despite having the words almost on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't. It was as if a rock pressed against his tongue so that he did not dare to speak the truth. Thinking about it filled his heart with concern. So the older of the two, as if he were a coward, just shut up, letting sleep win.

"Good night, dear Will," he said before falling completely asleep. Will stayed awake for a moment longer, appreciating Hannibal's soft breathing and feeling that this was simply not real and that this was an illusion of his tired brain, that perhaps the two of them were together was just one of his fantasies, one of so many and Hannibal was still locked in that place or they were both dying somewhere, so he hugged Hannibal firmly, but still gently, to reaffirm that that body was real and that he was simply not having another moment of madness. Finally Will fell asleep, appreciating the scent of his omega, his soft light hair, the warmth of the body that he embraced.

It was morning and the sunlight was filtering through the curtains, Will opened his eyes and the first thing that was received was with the image of bright

light hair, Hannibal breathing softly while Will seemed that all night he had not let him go, as if he wanted to prevent the other from trying to escape from his arms to go to his own room.

Will raised his head a little, and saw Hannibal's face, he looked very relaxed, even younger without that air of sadness that had been in his eyes since ...

Also, watching him sleep with his mouth open still seemed funny to him and he wondered how many more people had seen Hannibal sleep this way before. He couldn't help but feel jealousy rise at the thought of it.

The alpha carefully removed his hands from the sleeping omega, though he did so more out of need than want.

He got up from the bed and left the room trying to be as quiet as possible.

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When Hannibal opened his eyes, Will had already left the room for about an hour and a half, the first thing he felt when he woke up was that sensation that felt strange, he was not in his room, the second he received the memories that told him that it was what had happened to end up in Will's room.

And Hannibal remembered the understanding of vulnerability having been awakened by Will from an unpleasant dream. He remembered feeling supported when Will hugged him tenderly and possessively, and they talked about things Hannibal preferred to leave behind. Will's voice near the back of his neck, at his ear, was pleasant, but at the same time it made him nervous. His body still felt a certain rejection when touched, if whoever touched him were someone other than Will, possibly Hannibal would stiffen as a board and as a scream it would be the sensation of moving away.

They had slept together and as he remembered, he hadn't had any bad dreams since Will stayed with him. Then he remembered what he had to say, what stained his heart with anguish.

Hannibal sitting on the bed, hugged his legs, took a deep breath. forcing his mind not to think about the unwanted results. He did not want to do it. He did not want to tell his loved one that in that house three hearts were beating. He hugged his legs tighter and then buried his head between his knees.

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When he could feel in total control of himself, Hannibal went to the first floor, when he was going down the stairs, the smell of food received him, when he went to the kitchen, there Will was waiting for him, with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Morning," Will said with one of his rare little smiles that few have seen.

"I thought you had already left for work," Hannibal said, unable to hide his surprise.

"I can go to work later," Will said quietly, as he handed his sweetheart the cup of coffee.

Hannibal smiled as he received the coffee cup, Will's hard, rustic hands touching his as he received the cup. Despite all the heart of the oldest of them, he could not help but show more emotion at Will's touch.

Will gave him one of those rare smiles on his face. Then he gestured subtly to his seat at the table. Hannibal sat down at the table and Will served him the bacon and scrambled eggs he'd made for him. While they were both seated at the table, they began to eat breakfast.

While they ate, it was impossible for Hannibal to avoid the comparison of when they had breakfast together the first time.

On that occasion, Hannibal felt a desire that he himself did not know why, to bring an early breakfast to that sullen FBI professor. Generally when he meet someone that rude, he would think of turning them into a piece of art and saving one of their organs from him for later.

But that Will Graham caused him to be curious, he wanted to know more about that man. He never imagined how much that man would care about in his life, Will shares a very precious place in his mental palace. Will was a part of his heart, as was Mischa.

"What's wrong?" Will said, then smiled.

"I just remembered something," Hannibal, giving a small smile before taking a bite of his toast.

Will lingered for a moment, as if searching his memories, until a look of realization appeared.

An hour later, Will left to find his pending work. He wanted to go over to give Hannibal a kiss, but he figured that since he'd been so sensitive last night he didn't want to force him into more physical contact. after the oldest of them told him to go away, Hannibal went to take a shower. Everything seemed completely normal. Like any couple.

As if everything they had hurt each other was nothing more than a dream.

And why did Hannibal want his dear Will to go to work?

Hannibal despite feeling fueled by just looking at Will, despite Will fanning him, could not be in constant company with him. He could not remain silent in the face of what caused him so much anguish. But he wasn't bold enough to say so either.

The omega was daring, fearless, but in a matter like this, it was difficult to be brave.

It was hard to be brave when you feel sick just thinking about the consequences; It's normal to feel weak when your mind needs to recover from nightmares and when your wounded body has to endure another life that was forced on you.

The water from the shower touches Hannibal's body, while his eyes watered, then he gave in and let his tears mix with the water.

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It was late afternoon, and Will was back, opened the front door, waited a few seconds and nothing.

   "Hannibal", Will said that name that he could not say outside the house, only when they believed that they were alone was when they could call each other by their real names.

Nobody approached.

He didn't need to go into the kitchen to realize that dinner was ready.

He went up the stairs. Hannibal must be home.

When he reached the front of the library door/Hannibal's office, he had the sensation of opening the door slowly. His heart began to beat faster; there was the omega, sleeping on the couch. Will walked over to the sleeping being and stared at it; he seemed calm, his breathing was soft, his lips were red and kissable. On the floor was a bottle of whiskey, apparently Hannibal finally opened the liquor compartment.

Obviously a locked drawer wouldn't be much of a hindrance to someone like Hannibal.

He didn't want Hannibal to develop a love of drinking, but sometimes it just takes feeling less hard living.

He reached out and gently touched a lock of ash blonde hair. So smooth, so silky.

Suddenly Hannibal opened his eyes, blinking a few times, his honey-whiskey eyes meeting Will's sea blues.

   "Will," Hannibal said with a smile on his face, his breath smelled of liquor. Which was normal. "Did you arrive long ago?" he said softly.

    "No," Will said still touching the other's hair. "I just got here."

Hannibal stared at him, his gaze soft, drunk, and sweet.

Hannibal tried to sit up, he would have fallen off the couch if Will hadn't helped him, holding his arm.

Hannibal rested his forehead on the other's shoulder, "Will," Hannibal whispered, then moved his head to the neck of the youngest of them and breathed in Will's scent. Fill his lungs with it.

Will wrapped his arms around the body that he has wanted to embrace so much.

Hannibal allowed himself to be hugged, he responded to the hug, although he wasn't sure if he was hugging a lover, as if he was clinging to a life preserver.

Will began to kiss the clavicle of the omega, delicately, only brushing his lips as if feeling that he could not allow himself more.

Hannibal flinched slightly, but did not move away from the Alpha.

The alpha in Will was glad not to be rejected by Hannibal, and Will inevitably, although he wanted to keep a cool head, his lower body showed much interest, hardening.

Hannibal felt good being held by the blue-eyed one, the scent of the Alpha, as much as it filled his lungs with that scent, never seemed to be enough.

Warm. Will was to the omega like a fireplace in a very cold winter.

And Will was on fire at the time.

Will moved his face away from that collarbone, then took Hannibal's face in his hands. In his eyes he saw that he loved him too. Will couldn't take his instincts any longer, couldn't take those honey-colored eyes any longer.

Will brought his face closer and his lips touched the other's soft lips. Beautiful, the sensation was like an exquisite tingling. Then he deepened the kiss.

How had he denied himself something so good? How could he have lived those years fucking Molly when his omega was locked up and away from him? How had he let his resentment win over his heart?

Then they parted, they needed to breathe, especially Hannibal. Since there was a lot of intensity on Will's part.

Will's hand went to the buttons of Hannibal's sky blue shirt, the omega looked at the alpha's hand, that strong hand that was capable of horrible and beautiful things. That he was able to protect, like Peter Bernardone, the owner of animals. Will was honestly kind to him, even though it was partly because he felt identified with the situation, he knew that Will would help an injured bird, instead of crushing it with his shoe.

Will's mind was wonderful, his sheer empathy never ceased to amaze him. His cleverness was remarkable. Will was solidly brilliant. His face and body caused him to draw it constantly, which he did especially when he was locked up in that institution.

But another thing he also loved about Will, something that perhaps Will himself did not suspect, was his kindness. Will was sincerely involved in downplaying what he considered to be evil, the dog lover wouldn't hurt someone simply by hurting them, there had to be real motives.

Just thinking of Will, of everything Will meant in his life, caused his chest to clench and he was afraid his eyes would leak tears.

The shirt was opened, Will was looking at his nipples, to then see his lips, to then start kissing his neck, right where the omega glands were. The omega's body melted, he was ready to let himself be carried away by the hormones.

Will slightly lowered the sky blue shirt over the other's shoulders, leaving it halfway across the shoulder, to then go through the arched mouth of the older of them, pushing him slightly on the sofa, laying him there, the alpha took off his pants with careful, despite the desire to do it more quickly, and then continue kissing those kissable lips, while the rustic hands were attached to his hips.

Hannibal needed this, he needed not to think and just get carried away by Will's dealings, if he just tried to be in the present, everything would be easier.

Then Will moved away for a moment, staying on his knees, between Hannibal's legs, he looked at the omega's face, then look at that indecent body, his bare torso, the shirt unfolded under his body while his arms were covered and only  his underwear covered his privacity.

 Will looked again at that face he had seen in his dreams for a long time and had obsessed him so much.

Hannibal smiled softly as he looked at Will, then closed his eyes, keeping his smile. Will was as hard as an iceberg and as hot as a warm day in Phoenix. He unzipped, his pants felt tight, and he pulled them down to mid-thigh. The omega listened to him and reminded himself that the man above him was Will and no other.

Will went down again, kissed the lips of the light-haired one again, while with his hands they traveled down the sides of the other body, to later reach his hips, to his underwear and begin to take them off. Part of Hannibal wanted to go on, of the few things he had wanted so badly in his life, that was to be with Will.

But also another part wanted them to stop, he just didn't feel quite ready for sex.

But he had to overcome this, thought the omega, since he needed to put that behind him as soon as possible, even if he was ...

No. He didn't want to think about that matter.

Will was so eager that at that moment he was acting like a normal person, like a man, like a natural alpha, without using his extraordinary empathy. It seemed that what happened in the lower part of his body affected the normality in the upper part of it.

   "Hannibal," Will said in a voice filled with desire. He kept repeating it as if that name grew more exquisite with each repetition.

All his life he had trained to control his nerves, that is why he could come close to killing someone and seem the calmest thing, so they could ask him to give his opinion like a professional on crimes and act as if they were not carried out by his own hand .

Still, Hannibal knew that, being drunk, he could lie on the couch, at the mercy of Will's hands and kisses, without feeling the strong urge to crawl to avoid being touched that way.

He was starting to feel guilty for having drunk, he didn't do it with the intention that things would come to that, he just wanted to relax and for the liquor to help loosen his lips, but not in the way he was doing with Will in that moment.

He knew he shouldn't drink, he shouldn't do it for the… no, he didn't want to think, he didn't want to think about it.

He opened his eyes when he felt something hot and hard between his thighs, Will saw his face, his eyes and kissed him again. Hannibal moved his hand and touched the other's brown hair. It was nice as he remembered it.

Hannibal was wet, since a while he was, although his mind had that conflict, his nature recognized Will as his alpha, the only one.

Every time Will left the omega's lips, it was to rest his nose on that beautiful neck, his hands gently moving up and down the omega's thighs. Still, Hannibal was sexually aroused, but he couldn't help but relate Will's touch to that other man's. If that can be called a man.

At some point Will had unbuttoned his own shirt. Hannibal's underwear was on the floor a few minutes ago next to the sofa.

Will feeling the other's fingers gently through his hair, the scent of Hannibal, smelling the moisture that had formed in the minge, the same moisture that had stained the sofa. And at this rate, Will, too, would stain that piece of furniture.

Will settled further between Hannibal's legs, and without waiting, lunged forward.

Hannibal froze at the thrust that entered little by little. According to the sounds of effort that Will made, he was holding back from not penetrating the tigh omega's slit at will.

He penetrated a few times, before looking up from the omega's chest to his face; his whisky eyes were watery and it seemed his mind was not completely there.

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                                                                                                           Three Hearts II

Hannibal was lying on the sofa, he was lying on one side of his body, his body was covered by a layer of sweat, between his legs he could feel Will's member like a ghost, the moisture he had left on it, the aroma, the empath's sweat covered his body. All of this was evidence that Will had possessed him. So it was for a short time.

Hannibal stayed in that position for a while longer, as if keeping his body still would stop the restlessness in his mind and heart. He wanted to hug himself, but he wasn't going to give in to that urge.

He was not a child to comfort himself, although another reason for not doing so was that he had an impulse and at the same time a refusal to touch his belly. How long will this last? How long would he maintain that cowardly silence? Rebellion was what there was, even if that was not wanted.

He suddenly felt something in his belly, and that froze him for a moment. It was the first time he felt…something. It was as if the b...it was saying "I am here. I exist." And that made Hannibal's eyes moist.

Finally he passed his hand very slowly over his small belly, for someone else who touched the Lithuanian's belly, possibly they couldn't feel anything, but for the doctor that soft flutter was a rumble in his world. And so, at last he let the tears flow and hugged his tummy, feeling small like years ago in his native Lithuania, when he had been lying in the snow, after losing everything.

The brown-haired woman kept looking at the blue-eyed brown-haired man.

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He just didn't want to be seen right now.

"It's too late now," he said with an almost neutral face. Will, without needing to use his super empathy and with his whiskey-affected mind, could see that Hannibal was very upset. but not Hannibal looked at him with his neutral face, but then he looked down before retiring to his room, and Will only watched as Hannibal's back receded, and although he tried to walk straight.

Will could notice that there was an air of sadness.

“Hannibal,” Will said, he couldn't just watch him walk away silently. The older person stopped for a moment, without turning around, just stood there. "I went to a bar," he was silent for a couple of seconds, "I just had some whiskey."

Hannibal turned his face slightly, seeing part of his eye.

"I just did that, I didn't do anything else."

Hannibal was silent for a moment, then said "And why did you take so long to come back?" Will opened his mouth slightly, but the surprise caused by Hannibal asking him directly had left him speechless.

Hannibal turned his head a little more, just a little more, not daring to look Will in the face, that silence caused him more concern, that silence was very heavy. He couldn't face it, he didn't know if at some point a tear would come out of one of his eyes.

Hannibal turned his face to the front, continued on his way to go to his room, kept walking although shortly after he began to hear footsteps following him.

"I just fell asleep in the car," said Will, as he watched Hannibal drive away.

Hannibal no longer wanted to hear it, he just wanted to lie down and forget, forget what had happened. He needed to calm down and sleep, he needed to be calm.

Hannibal got to his room, closed the door almost slamming it in Will's face, he knew that was very rude of him, but at that moment he didn't care much. He just wanted to calm the uneasiness he felt in his chest, to forget the perfume, the scent of the woman on Will's skin. He wanted to go to sleep. He wanted to forget what the dragon had done, he wanted to forget what Will had done...

"Hannibal," Will said in a voice that wanted to sound calm but concern could be heard in his voice.

“Hannibal, please…open the door,” Will said again, trying to remain calm. It was as if the effect of the liquor had almost worn off.

Hannibal was sitting on the bed, listening to Will's words through the door. His intention was to go to sleep, rest, but he couldn't. The restlessness that he felt had him tense, he had him restless and Will standing in front of the door was something that he did not help.

Hannibal got up from the bed, and went to the door. Although Will was no longer speaking, it was as if Pain could feel his presence from the other side of the door.

Hannibal finally opened the door, meeting the blue eyes of the former FBI special agent, before avoiding his gaze.

"You know what happened," Hannibal said suddenly, as if his resentment couldn't be kept quiet.

Will stared at him wide-eyed, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been dropped on him. He knew it, he knew that this would not go unmentioned, he knew that this was something that was in Hannibal's chest, how he did not protect him from... Since he didn't stop...

That he was unable to fulfill his duties as an alpha.

"I'm really sorry, Hannibal," Will said as his eyes began to glaze over. “If I could turn back time...”

Hannibal looked away from Will's eyes again. "But no one can do that," the doctor said as if he didn't want to be heard.

Will took a few steps and Hannibal stood there, trying to be defiant, but what he really wanted to do was take steps back.

Hannibal turned, turning his back on the empath, who at that very moment was feeling restless "It's late," he took a deep breath, hoping no more tears would come out "we should rest" he clenched his jaw and then loosened it "let's talk later, when we are not exhausted".

“I can't live without you,” Will said, breaking the silence his hug had created, “we've been through a lot. We have done many things. I have no doubts about us,” said Will without hesitation.

Feeling Will's arms around his waist, over his belly, which caused the thing he wanted to forget, the thing that weighed so much, to feel more throbbing...as heavy as if he had a rock pressing into his abdomen.

Will leaned his face on Hannibal's back and gently sniff his scent, what a scent! He wanted to fill his lungs with that scent forever, Hannibal's natural scent was one of the things he definitely could never forget and honestly, he didn't want to either. 

Everything that made up Hannibal lived in his mental palace, his eyes, his voice, his lips, his hair, his tricks and that slight smile, the way he walked and sat, all of it, he even remembered his shadow. Hannibal was like a flame that never went out.

To feel him in his arms, so many years in which he could have done that, several years with empty arms. Hannibal's waist had shrunk from everything that had happened in the last few months.

But something felt out of place. But he didn't know exactly what it was. Hannibal hadn't turned his face back to look at him.

Will was still hugging Hannibal, but gently, without exerting force on that European waist. , but still firmly, as he grasped his own arms.

“Did I hurt you because of what we did before?” Will said not knowing how to put it in a better way. A slight inhalation was heard. And then another.

"Hannibal?" Will said concerned, trying to see the other's face. Hannibal looked up, trying to stop his tears from leaking out again, then gently took Will's arms and pulled them away from his body. Will although surprised did not put any resistance on it.

What's going on?" Will said at Hannibal's actions.

"I...nothin..."

"Don't tell me it's nothing. Tell me what's happening to you"

Hannibal lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear the weight of the situation and his tears began to slide.

There was a silence before Hannibal began to speak.

“I....” Hannibal closed his eyes and more tears slid down his face and he still couldn't face the former FBI special agent.

Hannibal had the urge to hug himself, but he didn't want to show himself like that to anyone and much less to Will.

"I..." His voice sounded shy, broken, although it was the least he wanted to hear.

"I'm pregnant" And that whisper was like thunder in that room.

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For Hannibal, saying those words didn't feel like a weight off his shoulders, instead it was like a grenade had finally exploded. The reality of his pregnancy couldn't be denied, and to finally bring it up was a severed head that couldn't be swept under the rug.

No matter how much he wanted it, he couldn't continue acting as if there wasn't a being growing in his womb.

He kept turning his back to Will, he didn't want to see his expression, but his silence, Will's silence only increased the tension, how had everything become like this? It was true that their relationship was complicated almost from the beginning, but he didn't imagine that they would reach this point. To the point that Hannibal would be expecting a child, an idea that he had abandoned many years ago, and to adjust that the child...

Will's every heartbeat was the only thing he could hear, it was like the rush of emotions left him with no time to process what was happening.

This couldn't be happening. Hannibal couldn't... no... his hannibal... Dollarhyde's seed...

"When did you find out?" Will said.

Hannibal gritted his teeth, before answering, "I recently realized that."

"How is it possible?" Said Will, trying to sound calm, although deep down it could be sensed that a swirl of thoughts was hidden under his voice.

“I wasn't well after…” Hannibal pursed his lips, leaving the sentence unfinished in the air “in the past month I hadn't noticed the nausea….no…”

Will felt like a complete idiot... he was so blind that he didn't see what was happening in front of his own eyes, his Hannibal was pregnant by Francis Dollarhyde's sick man, for whom he had felt compassion for the child who was, but revulsion for the man he became.

Now his Hannibal, his omega, had the bastard of that beast in his womb.

Will took steps forward, each step slow, soft, as if he didn't want to cause a disturbance. Hannibal was standing there, his back still to him.

Will walked over and wanted to put a hand on the older of the two, but he stopped his hand in midair, then lowered it.

"Hannibal," he said as if it were difficult to speak, "please don't turn your back on me."

Hannibal sighs, stopping the air in his lungs for a few seconds, before turning around to face the ex-FBI special agent.

That was his intention to have him in front of him. But he could not.

His eyes could not meet the blue eyes of the only man they had ever loved, in their twisted love for both of them.

Will longed to see Hannibal's eyes, for their gazes to meet, but no, the good doctor avoided his gaze.

Will moved a little closer, just a couple more steps. Hannibal finally met the empath's eyes and his eyes watered slightly.

Hannibal again avoided his gaze.

"Maybe it's something else." Will wanted to think it was something else, he wanted it to be something else. Until he was certain, that could be an imagination.

Hannibal looked into his eyes for a second, but in that look he answered that the pregnancy was the reason for his no well-being.

Will swallowed, felt his throat dry, his eyes lowered to the abdomen of the older one of them, there it was, inside his Hannibal. Three months, it had been growing for three months, getting bigger.

"Do you already have an appointment to remove it?" Will muttered, as he continued to stare at his belly. It doesn't look like a pregnant belly.

Hannibal looked up and met the eyes of the man he loved, and Will knew that meant no.

Will looked at him without understanding, why? Why didn't he make an appointment to have an abortion as soon as possible?

Hannibal felt his heart clench as he saw Will's puzzled look.

"I don't want to do it" Hannibal said, avoiding this time meeting his gaze.

Will's eyes widened, as if he had heard the most terrible thing.

Neither of them spoke for a few seconds.

"Why?" Will broke the silence.

Hannibal closed his eyes, felt like he was going to cry.

"I feel tired" Hannibal said after covering his eyes with his hand, feeling completely worn out.

With that Will knew the conversation was over for that moment.

Will headed for the door, and before leaving the room, he saw Hannibal's back while he was sitting on the bed.

"Rest well," Will said, then closed the door.

Hannibal had his hands in his lap, had his face up, then lowered it and let the tears run down his face. Then he lay on the bed, on one side of his body, feeling physically and especially emotionally tired, to later fall asleep while the tears continued to flow.

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After leaving Hannibal's room, Will felt as if his spirit had left his body, he reached the dining room, sat down for a moment, it was as if an explosion had occurred in his senses, as after the explosion only pain remained. and the ringing in the ears.

He still couldn't believe the words he had left the psychiatrist's lips.
He didn't want to accept it, but as much as he didn't want it, it didn't serve to erase the truth.

The truth was that because of his decision, his Hannibal's decision now carried the dragon's seed. The person he had thought of all those years despite the distance, his hannibal was impregnated by the dragon as if it were a breeding dog.

Hannibal was carrying the child of another man...another man...another alpha.

Will took a bottle of whiskey, wanted to drink it directly from the mouth of the bottle, but he couldn't help but think that this would be something that Hannibal would disapprove of.

So he served himself three fingers of whiskey, the whiskey, his only companion, in addition to his dogs, on the nights when he allowed himself to be tormented by his mind.

But now he didn't have his dogs, right now having a dog would be counterproductive, he didn't even want to imagine what things would be like with a baby...

No, he couldn't picture things with a baby, he didn't want to picture things with THAT baby. He didn't know why Hannibal didn't want to get rid of the fetus... it was the product of something terrible. Why did it have to continue developing inside Hannibal's womb? An entity that absorbs the life of Hannibal, the proof made flesh and blood of the aberration of Francis. Nothing good could come out of there.

He doesn't understand, he can't understand why his Omega wants to keep a rapist's baby, he doesn't understand why his omega wants to keep another man's child, another alpha's, in his womb.

And Will continued to drink a little more, to then go to his room after drinking a little more. And he finally he was able to fall asleep.

Will woke up a few hours later, his head aching and it hurt more when he remembered why he had been drinking. Hannibal was...

Will got out of bed, walked around the house, there was no sign of Hannibal either in the living room or in the kitchen, nor was there a sound in the bathroom. So he went to find Hannibal in his room.

He opened the door and saw that Hannibal was still lying on the bed, he wanted to get closer to his obsession, but he couldn't, he didn't want this to force them to continue with the topic from last night.

So Will left the room and gently closed the door, then headed into the kitchen...

Hannibal woke up, blinked a few times before remembering what had happened last time with Will, he had told him about what was inside his body... Will knew that... Hannibal felt like he was going to cry, but he didn't, he shouldn't get carried away by those feelings. He knew that in recent years, especially in recent months, he had exhausted him. He knew that pregnancy hormones were damaging his emotional stability.

He wanted to get out of bed, since he had never liked to spend much time in bed, but he also did not want to leave the room, he was afraid that his conversation with Will would resume.

Finally Hannibal got out of bed, one of the reasons was that he couldn't stay hidden in the room, and the second is because his stomach began to make sounds stimulated by the smell of food that was perceived from where he was. 

Hannibal finally made it to the kitchen and Wil was finishing serving breakfast.

"Afternoon," Will said with a small smile, as he placed the plates on the table.

Afternoon...- Hannibal said, realizing how late it was already, but it was understandable.

The two sat down at the table and began to eat, only the sound of cutlery against plates could be heard.

So just as dinner began it also ended.

It was silent until someone spoke.

“I want to understand,” said Will, "why do you want to go on with…with that?"

Hannibal pressed his lips slightly, that question had caused him slight chills, curious, since after what happened with his parents and sister he had trained not to let himself shudder, feel nervous or agitated. But it was something that... something that...

"Will..." Hannibal said and then prevented his gaze from meeting Will's, he had tried to hold his gaze, but a feeling of shame made it difficult.

"What am I doing asking you?" said Will, feeling a little regretful at making Hannibal uncomfortable.

Hannibal, still avoiding the gaze, prepared to answer.

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“I never thought about having children because of…certain things that happened in the past,” Hannibal said, trying not to show the emotion in his eyes…which he completely failed. “Then there was a time in my life where…I thought it would be nice”

Will Graham was sitting, watching his partner, while he watched his emotions in front of him.

He knew what Hannibal was referring to, he was referring to Abigail, the girl they could have guided, with whom they could have gone anywhere in Europe. Sweet, smart, scared Abigail.

There were nights Hannibal couldn't help but think about what his life would be like if he hadn't acted on his anger and his broken heart.

He knew that no matter how much he wanted it, the broken cup couldn't be put back together, couldn't be fixed. Not even gold could mend and unite the pieces.

"I never imagined that at this point in my life I would have a being growing in my womb" Hannibal lowered his gaze, he would have wanted to smile, but it seemed more like a grimace.

Will couldn't help but clench his jaw, he didn't agree with the situation at all.

"But something can still be done..." Will felt sorry as soon as the words left his lips, but at the same time he knew that he couldn't keep quiet about the situation.

Hannibal looked into his eyes and his look was affected,

“I realized when I was in 13 weeks. Since I realized, it was already late. It's so late."

It couldn't be, it couldn't be. There must still be time, Will thought.

“It's more complicated when it's this advanced. It's awful. I don't want to go through something like that."

Will knew that what Hannibal was telling him was true, the fetus was already big for the procedure to be simple. Also, Hannibal's body wasn't fine, he wasn't even in decent condition when he got out of jail. He was thin now, he had a melancholy that wouldn't go away, despite the fact that he tried to hide it.

A surgical abortion is not convenient for the physical and mental state of his lover, but continuing the pregnancy would not be convenient either.

Suddenly, Hannibal covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"It took me so long to realize it" he said with a sadness that he couldn't hide.

Will felt his heart clench at the scene he was seeing.

Hannibal sighed, then removing his palms from covering his eyes, he looked at Will, his eyes watering.

“Maybe I shouldn't even think about this matter that much,” Hannibal said with a smile that seemed forced. “I'm older, I have never given birth. Possibly lose it by itself. Let nature take its course"

Will didn't know what to say. He had no idea what to say to make the atmosphere stop feeling like this. What could he say? What should he say? He didn't know.

"It doesn't matter," Hannibal said, sounding tired, resigned, "all the children who have somehow meant something to my life, don't last."

Mischa, Will and Margot's unborn baby, Abigail. MISCHA.

A tear spilled from his left eye and onto his cheek before Hannibal wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Will reached out to touch his shoulder, but Hannibal reflexively moved back, his back touching the back of the chair he was sitting on.

Will couldn't help but widen his eyes at this reaction.

Hannibal knew that this was a reflex because he was feeling sensitive. And he hated feeling that way. He was embarrassed that Will would see him like this.

"Excuse me Will, I want to go to my room" Hannibal didn't wait for Will to answer him, he just got up and went to his room, to close the door afterwards.

Of course he didn't want to be pregnant by his rapist. Of course, it disturbed him to know that this beast impregnated him. Only when he thought that this was not a reality, he could feel some calm.

He had dreams, rather, memories of that beast outraging him, making him wake up at night, feeling like the Dragon was hiding somewhere in the room. It was his reasoning that kept him from getting out of bed to make sure he wasn't there.

He had impregnated him as if he were a mutt. His child was growing inside his body and there was no easy way to get it out. Thinking about it made him want to get in the tub and bathe himself until he could finally feel clean.

But that was useless, he had already tried it before. Multiple times

Hannibal couldn't stop a tear from slipping down his face.

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Once inside his room, Hannibal allowed himself to show all the exhaustion he felt. And the tears came, at least they didn't come in front of Will.

Being alone and feeling alone, although confusing, are two different things, and Hannibal could tell that at that moment he felt alone and that was a feeling he knew very well since he was a child. Since...his family...

At those moments it was useless to think about things that lead to nothing, Hannibal lay down in bed and closed his eyes, remembering the sound of the river flowing, of the rain falling, concentrating on being calm and lowering his heart rate, then his breathing became calmer and he was finally able to fall asleep. His body wouldn't appreciate it if he was awake worrying about his wounded heart.

When Hannibal woke up, it was already dark outside, he could be seen through the window. He made that gesture with his mouth, curving it slightly downward. He sat on the bed for a while, lightly hugging his legs. Suddenly he felt the slight movement, like a bubbling in his belly, it was... the little thing, moving.

Perhaps it might seem strange that Hannibal was recently honest with himself and said that he felt pain and humiliation at having been so painfully impregnated by the red dragon. a terrible night, but still, although he did not want to be pregnant at that stage of his life and much less under those circumstances, he did not want to have an abortion. He didn't want to go through it. He doesn't believe that he could simply undergo the procedure and live as if nothing had happened. He can almost bet that he would be thinking about what could have been, wondering what things would be like if he hadn't interrupted... wondering what that one would look like...

He wasn't religious, but he would simply let things go on, without interfering with the permanence of what occupied his belly. If his body simply couldn't handle it and one of those days he simply woke up realizing that he had dyed some parts of the sheets, he would see it as something from nature. He knew that miscarriages were common.

But if the opposite happened, if despite everything his body could maintain it...

And feeling... the little thing move inside his belly, made him feel that maybe, even though it was in a way that fractured him in several ways, he could have someone who could truly be his, and feel in some way that the cuptea reunites its scattered fragments.

At least that one of the several cups of tea that have been destroyed in his life, either by his own hand, or by the hands of others, can be put back together again.

And he couldn't force Will to understand it. He couldn't even force him to stay in his life.

Hannibal pulled out a suitcase from under his bed not so expensive compared to what he would normally use and began to fill it with some belongings. The important thing was that he remembered, his magnificent memory had not been affected by the confinement or by what happened before, during and after the cliff, so he remembered his accounts and his passwords.

On the bed he left a sheet of paper with some passwords written on it.

He had tried, he had tried to run away with Will and for the two to keep each other company in the pleasures, decadence of life. But things now are even more complicated. It seems that Hannibal's status was Wiil´s limit. That caused pain in his heart.

When he was in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, what made him endure the situation, besides being able to go to his mental palace, was the hope that Will would come back to look for him, he would return even after a few years. It was bearable if Will came back. Three years passed before Will went to see him, and he only did it for work.

It was just for work, at least, that was the main reason.

Hannibal left with his suitcase, leaving a few farewell words written on that piece of paper, but not as a goodbye, just a see you later, he needed to have some time for himself, maybe it would be best if he and Will didn't get together. come for a while. Maybe it would be best for Will.

Hannibal left his room, wearing a comfortable, burgundy-colored sweater and a pair of blue jeans, something simple, nothing as extravagant as his flashy three-piece suits. When he was near the front door, it was suddenly opened, coming face to face with former special agent Will Graham.

He didn't think Will would be near the house.

Will was standing there while Hannibal was in front of him with a suitcase in his hand. What? What did this mean?

"I didn't think you would be at home," Hannibal said, looking into Will's eyes for a few seconds and then looking away. "I thought..."

“So you thought it was the right time to abandon me?” Will said still looking surprised.

“Dear Will” He takes a soft breath that seems deep “I did not want to say goodbye, I can not ask you to accept...accept this situation, that is why I think it is not necessary for us to be together, sharing the same space as each day passes and it will be more remarkable. Taking into account that at any moment I could simply lose it, given my age, the state of my body due to the fall and so on and that I do not have the best peace of mind at the moment, I do not really think that it will come to term and if it happened by the grace of some god, and if they are born, I do not think that…” Hannibal pauses in silence, as he tears his eyes away from Will, who continued to show surprise and confusion in his eyes, “ you will be around”

Will frowned a little more. Was Hannibal planning to keep that? Why? Why would he want the living reminder of... of that?

“Goodbyes are not something we are good at, dear Will,” Hannibal said, looking at him with a calm look, but there were still glimpses that this was difficult for the good doctor, “this does not mean I want to leave, but it seems like be the most..."

“No,” Will said simply.

Hannibal moved his head slightly to the side.

“I don't want us to be separated,” Will said, showing an intensity that he had rarely shown in those blue eyes. “I don't want you to leave me.”

“Will…” said Hannibal, gripping the handle of the suitcase a little harder. “You do not have to force yourself into this. I am tired of forcing you. I do not want to whisper to you anymore."

Will for a moment looked as if he was in a state of shock, as if he couldn't understand, he couldn't process Hannibal's words despite his gifted brain.

The former FBI special agent approached in a few steps, facing who he considered to be the flame that had burned him, but had also given him an intensity for life.

“What you're doing is very extreme, Hannibal,” said the curly-haired man, interesting words considering that the times they were separated before, he had ended up on the kitchen floor, in a puddle of his own blood and blood of a teenager girl who had been through a lot.

“Will…”

Will changed his confused look to an almost indifferent one, put his hand on the hand that was holding the handle of the suitcase, put light pressure on that back of the hand, and then slid his hand to the grip of the suitcase and snatched it away.

Hannibal stayed still. Feeling that it was best not to say a word.

“This hasn't happened,” Will said, sounding distant, “a lot has happened and it's normal to make hasty decisions,” then he took Hannibal by the hand and pulled him to the room he had recently left. Hannibal simply allowed himself to be guided.

Will entered the room, and with a quick glance he saw the note on the bed and guessed correctly what it was, but he still didn't come to look at it. He acted as if he hadn't noticed the letter.

He wasn't going to read a note that no longer mattered.

He carefully placed the suitcase with wheels in the corner of the room, approached the bed, took the paper and without giving it a glance put it on the nightstand, with a calm that was not appropriate to the situation, then he sat down. on the bed and with his hand, patting the mattress, he signaled to the Lithuanian to do the same. Hannibal felt a little uncomfortable, among other things, because it reminded him of when he did the same thing with that red-haired reporter in his office.

Hannibal walked over and then sat on the bed next to Will.

They remained silent, Hannibal could not see Will's slow gaze, he simply had that elusive and somewhat submissive look when Will had power, for example, when he escaped from captivity and pointed his gun at him.

“Hannibal,” Will said, looking like something had broken, looking at him. “You're the only thing I have.”

Will got out of bed, went to the door and said “It's good that you rest for a while” Will said without turning to look at him “Wait for me” he said and then left the door.

Hannibal sat on the bed, looking at the suitcase in the corner. His decision to leave was interrupted.

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A Dream

Will felt a kind of chill, how was it possible? How did Hannibal think of getting away from him?! After all the blood, the pain and the sleepless nights, after this unsettling feeling that wouldn't go away, how could he take his suitcase and try to leave?

Hannibal, his anchor, had every intention of leaving. His anchor would have gone if he had not been near the cabin.

Will left the house and drove a little ways away from the cabin, not far, since he was worried that Hannibal would try to leave again. He needed to calm down, drinking is never good, especially in stressful situations.

If he hadn't been drunk, he wouldn't have been seduced by Margot. No, he shouldn't think about it.

Is he such a bad alpha that Hannibal prefers not to side with him? He could try talking to him, but would that make things better? Or could it make them worse?

He didn't know what he should do. But what he did know was that Hannibal would not leave his side... if that happened, if that... without his anchor he would be adrift as he was in those years he was married to Molly, she was a good wife, a woman who could get a good man, make any man happy. But that woman was not him.

His heart was for Hannibal, whether he wanted it or not.

Hannibal, was it destiny? a curse? His life after meeting Hannibal had become more chaotic, but at the same time more interesting, more full of meaning.

Hannibal was the reason why he had thought it was better to be dead, but at the same time, it was the reason that made him feel alive, with color.

To think that the Dragon had possessed Hannibal and as a fact, him, Will, did not prevent it is something that will always eat him up inside, something irremediable, something that cannot be spoken freely.

Will was parked on the side of the road, trying to calm down, trying not to let his emotions take over, while he tried to endure the vision that occurred after the pendulum swung, it was as if he was there while it happened. That, seeing it while awake or asleep, didn't make much difference, since it always looked so real.

Will closed his eyes tightly, squeezing the steering wheel in his hands, and then drove the car again and returned to the house.

Hannibal remained sitting on the bed after Will left the room, after he left the house. Suddenly, it was as if the interruption of his (temporary) abandonment of Will had taken away the energy of his resolve, so, with no intention of going outside with suitcase and all, he decided to simply lie down in bed for a while, Hoping that Will would return to the house safely, he simply needed to lie down and rest, close his eyes for a moment.

He saw in his dreams that he was in one of the rooms of his mental palace, but there were no books, no musical instruments, no classical music by great composers was heard, nor were there paintings hanging on the walls as if it were a museum, nor was it a huge and equipped kitchen, nor the memories of what happened to his family. None of that.

It was a new room, or at least one that he had not been in, and suddenly a crack appears in the floor and from there a pond quickly forms in the middle of the room, and approaching the water, he saw a little Koi fish, swimming freely, leaving the surface as if jumping out of the water was a game, and then continuing swimming through the pond, and seeing that, Hannibal could only feel that it was beautiful, equal or more than seeing his most appreciated paintings, He also experienced a sense of tranquility.

Will returned to the cabin, feeling uneasiness in his chest as he entered the place, then he went to the room where he had left Hannibal, hoping to see him there, and right there he was, sleeping, calm, with soft breathing, part of the blonde and silver hair covering his forehead, his pink lips, his pale eyelashes, his few eyebrows, his long legs and so on, everything was there, in his sight. As it should be, as if the teacup had not broken.

And he stood for a moment by the door, simply observing Hannibal in his stillness, and that simple sight caused his chest to feel full, Will approached the bed, took off his shoes because he was anxious at the thought of him. Hannibal had not taken off at the entrance to the cabin (a custom he acquired from Hannibal) and carefully climbed into bed.

"Will?" said the psychiatrist when he felt him move on the bed. In another situation, his first instinct would have been to attack, but either because he was tired and sleepy, possibly because of his condition, his movements were softer, It could also be because before his conscious part was sure, his great sense of smell had confirmed to him that the one who was next to him was Will and not someone else, and knowing that Will was the one next to him, who had returned, It made him feel happy.

“Hannibal,” Will settled behind the person who was older than him, feeling his warmth, and wrapped his arms around him, placing one arm almost on the other's belly. The fact that Hannibal was pregnant crossed his mind, at the same time. forced, by a man who was not him. And that filled him again with sadness... and anger, but he pushed that to the back of his mind. He didn't need it, he just wanted to be calm.

His chest pressed against the omega's broad back, and that felt right.

Hannibal, with Will holding him, felt cared for. He might even try to lie to himself and believe that he was loved.

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Will fell asleep while hugging his anchor, his Hannibal, long ago they should have done that, but.... Why did they waste so much time? He knew the answers, the reasons for not being together were many, but his heart had a different opinion.

Hannibal fell asleep, feeling safe, he doesn't know how long he slept, but the one who woke up before him was Will, Will woke up after sleep had almost left him, despite how comfortable he was hugging his omega. He couldn't stay there. He had things to do.

Besides, waking up with Hannibal's firm ass against his trunk made him feel horny and he didn't think it was appropriate that after all, Hannibal felt his member against his rear before he woke up.

Hannibal slept on a little longer, it was curious that although he was not in his best condition, weak, pregnant, tired, looking vulnerable, the doctor looked erotic somehow, had he always been like that? The former FBI special agent wondered as he watched his ex-psychiatrist who was not giving him therapy and they only had conversations.

Was he blind or had Hannibal simply hidden it very well?

Hannibal was his, but at the same time for what he had not done, he did not deserve that right.

His head felt like it was about to split, although he took several aspirin after leaving the room. The headache did not subside as he wanted it to.

He felt something inside him, he had always felt something strange, dark inside him, but this is different, it is something that seems to have intensified since what happened with Hannibal.

But he should not get carried away, he should not let these feelings, whatever they are, dominate him.

Hannibal woke up after smelling the smell of breakfast, despite just waking up, he felt very tired, a part of him would like to go back to bed and sleep a little more, but that was not the most appropriate, so he got up and went to the kitchen, when he crossed the door what he found was the look of Will who was sitting, waiting for him at the table with the late breakfast served.

They both ate their breakfast in silence, Hannibal, who by nature was talkative, wanted to say something, but couldn't, he didn't know how to start the conversation. He was not usually afraid of certain things, but at that moment, he was afraid of having an awkward conversation with Will, when usually, their conversations were fluid.

They finished their breakfast, and Hannibal was about to get up to pick up the dishes, as the former FBI special agent prepared breakfast and served it. When suddenly Will interrupted the silence.

"We should see how things are going," he said looking at Hannibal with that distant, somewhat sad look that characterized him, although, as on this occasion the Lithuanian doctor was in front of his eyes, he could not avoid a certain intensity in his eyes.

Hannibal at first did not understand what he was referring to.

"I mean, that you go to a doctor to get..." Will swallows slightly "to see if everything is all right."

Hannibal opens his eyes slightly more, the micro-expressions of before were no longer as frequent as the subtle but still evident expressions on the good doctor, it could be a change because of everything that happened in the last few months.

He didn't know how to feel about Will's words, of course it was better to follow up on the state of-but what did this mean? Had Will accepted the situation? Had he resigned himself?

"Yes," Hannibal averted his gaze slightly, "It's for the best.

Hannibal wasn't sure what else to say, he didn't know if he should be reassured by this. He was afraid to ask and that Will would say something that would disconcert him or make him more uneasy.

No one else, no one else could cause these kinds of feelings in Hannibal but Will Graham.

"Hannibal," Will soon said, after picking up the dishes and taking them to the sink, "I don't want to leave," he said, causing Hannibal to look at him slightly surprised with his beautiful whisky colored eyes, why is he so surprised? thought Will, as he looked into those eyes that were always present even in his dreams, he looked until those eyes averted their gaze.

"I have a job to do," Will said, he needed to keep his hands busy, he needed to know that Hannibal would stay home while he was out. He needed to be sure that when he arrived the house wouldn't be lonely "I'll see you at dinner time."

Hannibal looked at him again those blue eyes and could only nod, then said, "Yes, dear Will."

It had been a long time since he had read those words, the last time he had been reminded of his existence, was when he read the last note Hannibal had sent him "dear Will", all his notes started like that, written in his elegant and beautiful calligraphy.

Those words were never indifferent to him and hearing him say them was so....

Will said goodbye and headed off to his work.

Hannibal, after Will left, thought about cleaning up a bit, even though he felt tired after lunch, he wanted to take a nap, but he never liked to feel lazy, so he started washing the dishes.

Throughout the day, he tried not to think about Will's behavior, he didn't want to second guess himself, he didn't want to get his hopes up.

He decided to take a nap, and to be on the safe side, he set an alarm to the loudest sound he could find. When the alarm went off, Hannibal felt like it was just the blink of an eye, even though two hours had passed. He set about making dinner, it was a simple affair with the rabbits Will had caught a few days ago.

Dinner was ready, and 10 minutes later Will walked through the door of the house, Hannibal greeted him, telling him that dinner was ready. After a few minutes, they were both sitting at the table, enjoying the meat Will brought and what Hannibal had cooked.

"Hannibal," Will said suddenly, as he washed the dishes, causing Hannibal to look at him as he sat on the couch drinking a glass of orange juice, he really had eaten very little dinner. He couldn't force himself to eat more.

"mmmm" made Hannibal as he tilted his head slightly.

"Let's sleep together today," the man with pronounced cheekbones opened his eyes slightly, "I mean, sleep in the same room, in the same bed."

Hannibal feeling that words were unnecessary for this occasion, only nodded his head in affirmation.

It was night and the older of the two of them was the first to go to take a bath, this time he didn't use the bathtub, he simply used the shower, he just wanted to take a quick bath and go to sleep, when he came out of the bathroom, in a white robe, with his hair a little wet, he went to his room without meeting on the way the one who had fascinated him, sitting on his bed, with a small towel he dried his hair, listening to the sound of the water from the shower in the distance. Hannibal began to feel slightly nervous, something rare for him, so he dried himself quickly and put on his blue sleepwear. After a while, the sound of water running from the faucet stopped.
Then, in the silence of the night, footsteps were heard approaching the good doctor.

Hannibal could have waited quietly, he could have been in bed and watched Will walk through the door, but it was not so, Hannibal felt restless, so he lay down on the bed, pretended to fall asleep, turning his back to the bedroom door.

The former FBI special agent came to the room, he was standing at the entrance of the bedroom, watching the silhouette covered by the sheets, the body of the one who lived in his dreams, in his thoughts, in his nightmares and his desires.

Hannibal was the cause of so much pain, so much admiration, so much rage, so much sadness, so much desire and longing.

Will finally entered the room, a white towel wrapped around his waist, he had not even dried his body well, he wanted to get to Hannibal's room quickly, he took off the towel that wrapped him, Hannibal could only hear the movement that occurred behind him, and then the younger man put on the underwear he had brought with him and the white T-shirt, and then lay down on the bed. Trying to move as considerately as possible, he covered himself with the sheets and then looked up at the ceiling.
Hannibal kept his eyes closed, because although at first it was to avoid facing Will, he ended up feeling sleepy and finally fell asleep.

Will continued for a moment more with his eyes open.

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HELLO :)

Hello, possibly tomorrow I will upload a new chapter, in this same place.

I know it's been a long time since I published a chapter, I'm glad to read your comments that you like this story.

A few days ago I have been listening to this song that I have known for years, Beautiful Crime by Tamer, it is so good and also fits with the Hannigram. Also some channels made Hannigram editions years ago with this song and for me they are 5/5.

What songs can you recommend me with this style?

I just remembered that I also really like a song,Into the Dark by amarante.

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The birds were singing happily outside the window, Will Graham realized that when he woke up, his eyes felt heavy, as if he had woken up from a decent state of sleep, rare for him, usually because of nightmares or other reasons, the usual thing was to sleep a few hours, have a light sleep, wake up throughout the night, but on this occasion, he simply slept without interruptions, after a blink and not feeling the light of day well, he closed his eyes again, tempted to continue sleeping, not because he felt that he had not slept badly, as mentioned before, but because he felt very comfortable in himself.

Still with his eyes closed he turned his face and suddenly a soft and pleasant smell reached his nose, he opened his eyes, and there he was, beside him, Hannibal sleeping, his face looking peaceful, in his blue nightclothes, his hair slightly messy, his eyelashes pale, his lips that seemed to look more swollen when he was in a state of rest, sleeping on his side. At that moment Graham leaned further to one side of his body, sleep left Will, his eyes were open, wide open, staring at Hannibal who was sleeping with his mouth slightly open, drooling a little on the bed, something that was so mundane and at the same time so strange when relating that image to the psychiatrist who had his own office in Baltimore and wore three-piece suits.

Hannibal, despite everything, was a human being. Will stared at him a little longer, he no longer heard the birds singing, instead he heard Hannibal's soft breathing, watching him, a painful and tender feeling settled in his chest.

And his eyes began to water a little. He walked away, then sat on the bed, careful not to move abruptly, his bare feet touching the floor, while looking at nothing he took a deep breath, trying not to think too much, trying to... he stood up, heading for the door, then turned his head slightly to see a sleeping Hannibal, then left the room completely, he was going down the stairs, trying not to feel that feeling that felt like the roots of a tree were anchored in his chest, he should not allow his mind to go to other places.

He was going down the stairs like any other day, but suddenly he saw her. Standing, elegant and proud, in dark clothes, hair just as dark, and a Remington 700 at her side. One of the few people Hannibal trusted. One of the few people who had found the beast and seen him grow and still accepted and protected him.

Chiyoh.

“To be honest,” Will said with that distant look that many remembered them with, “I'm surprised by your visit.”

“I hope he's okay,” Chiyoh said, as if she had pointed his gun at Will.

A moment of silence. An awkward silence. For both of them. “Have you at least taken care of him?” Chiyoh said, not trying to hide, despite the lack of passion in her tone, how she didn't expect much from Will.

Will looked at her, his gaze no longer distant, but offended, then turned to regret.

“Thank you for- that night” Will's eyes did not want to meet the woman's gaze.. “It was my duty,” said the woman, beta, as if it were a fact. She continued to look at him with suspicion, disapproval, and who knows what else.

Footsteps of someone begin to be heard coming down the stairs.

“Chiyoh” says Hannibal in a soft and even cheerful voice, wrapped in a black nightgown, with a smile on his lips and in his eyes “It's been a while. It's a pleasure to start morning in your company” His smile grew wider, “Please, join us for breakfast”

Chiyoh had not come for that, but she was not going to reject Hannibal's offer either, so she simply accepted. Will was not very happy about it.

Hannibal was preparing breakfast, Chiyoh and Will were silent, it seemed like they could barely look at each other.

When breakfast was served, the three sat at the table, Will in front of Hannibal and Chiyoh next to the doctor and so they began to eat. Silence.

Hannibal knew that there could not be a good relationship between Will and Chiyoh, not even as acquaintances, but he could compare that when he and Will were in their most conflictive moments, at least they talked to each other when they were face to face.

The Lithuanian did not even see that it would be good to start a conversation at the table.

“I would like us to go out and talk” said the woman with her face that did not show strong expressions “just the two of us” she clearly said excluding Will.

They had barely finished breakfast, but this was one of the things he liked about Chiyoh; she was a direct person, a stable person who was not moldable and if she was permanent, it was because she had decided so.

“Of course,” Hannibal said, getting up from his seat, then looking at Will and then at Chiyoh as they walked out of the house.

Will was looking out the window as Hannibal and Chiyoh talked, he assumed they were giving each other directions, answering questions, and so on.

“Chiyoh's always been very protective of me.” Hannibal had once told him and Will had realized it was true, he wondered how many times Chiyoh had helped Hannibal out of danger.

“You're very thin,” the hunter said, her eyes looking like they wanted to form tears.

Hannibal knew she truly cared for him, she always had, so there were things him had to say,

Will was watching them through the window, a conversation he couldn't hear, and he didn't feel he had the right to demand to hear it either.

Suddenly Chiyoh seemed out of place, compared to her usual state, and turned her face and looked at him, a look that seemed cold and angry and this surprised Will, even making him frown. She looked more and more aggrieved.

It seemed that Hannibal was telling her things in a calm manner, making Chiyoh turn her face and look at Hannibal again, softening her face as she seemed to be talking about something very serious. She then covered her eyes with the palm of her hand for a few seconds.

After a while, after Chiyoh seemed to return to her calm self, after a while, after she took notes, she said goodbye to Hannibal, he stretched out his hand, and she shook it firmly and elegantly, finally walking away, taking one last look at the house and continuing on her way.

Hannibal entered the house, smiling at Will, but he looked a little tired. Will wanted to know what had happened, but felt it was inappropriate to ask. “I told her about my condition,” Hannibal said as if he were saying that salt is white.

Will opened his eyes at that. Now he understood why she had looked at him like that. Why she had reacted like that afterwards.

“She knows that...” Will said as if speaking was a difficult action.

“Yes. She knows it's because of that... that night,” Hannibal said trying to sound as if it didn't affect him at all.

“Why?” Will said in a soft, low tone.

“She’s family,” he said, looking at Will with a look that wasn’t easy to decipher, “and if things continue their course, without any… interruptions, it’s something that will be easily noticed in the end.”

Will understood, Chiyoh was one of the elements that remained in Hannibal’s life, loyal to him and all that. But he couldn’t help but feel this creepy feeling in his being knowing that Hannibal had told her such an important thing after just meeting him after so much time.

While with him, it seemed that telling him was very difficult, according to what Hannibal had told him, it had only been days since he found out, but was that true? Only a few days? Or maybe it was a week? Or a little more? Or did he tell him after knowing it for weeks?

Will took a deep breath, without making much noise, and then gave a couple of nods.

“Will” Hannibal said, seeing something in the other’s blue eyes.

“I’m going to go take a shower” Will said, wanting to clear his mind of thoughts, which were ultimately unnecessary. Or at least, he wanted to see them as unnecessary.

Hannibal slightly parted his lips, then nodded,

Will stepped back and the Lithuanian somehow felt like he had done something wrong. The corner of his lips turned down slightly.

While Will was in the bathroom, Hannibal received a call. After ending the call, Hannibal started washing the dishes. Making a mini expression.

Hannibal had woken up that morning, he had slept very well, it seemed that no nightmare had visited him, a strange calm since the last events,

Despite having woken up alone, it was undeniable that Will had slept there, the smell in the bed was Will's scent, Hannibal did not deny his impulses and began to deeply smell the pillow that Will had used and inhaled strongly. That was nice. That made him feel good, he had always liked Will's natural smell, an aroma which he could still perceive under that liquid in the bottle with the drawing of a ship on it.

Will's scent felt right. Not smelling him for three years felt like a crime. A real crime, his heart whistled just by smelling him, just by seeing him, just by hearing him.

But he imagined the feeling wasn't that strong for Will. Hannibal shook his head a little, sat up in bed, and tried to push away those feelings of decay, he had to go down, he was starting to feel hungry. Breakfast is a good habit.

Oh Chiyoh, his loyal and always reliable Chiyoh, seeing her made him go back to a time when he was just a boy, it reminded him of that time when he lived with his aunt, it reminded him of a place he could almost call home. The least he could do was have her join them for breakfast that morning.

Will was taking a shower, trying to clear his head. He didn't want to go back to certain places, he didn't want to feel like he wanted to complain to Hannibal. The truth is that there was no need to complain. He himself knew that sometimes, being completely honest with someone is not easy, you just can't go and say things because every action has a reaction. It's scary to say what you want to say, it's even scarier what those words can trigger.

Wil took a noticeable breath, then let it out. He shouldn't feel offended that Hannibal had said it so quickly to the Asian woman.

He shouldn't. But he couldn't help but feel frustrated.

Will finished showering, went to his room, which was on the first floor, and started getting dressed, trying to keep his mind in a calm state, as if he were in a river fishing, listening to the river flow. But the river started to turn red.

Will went to the kitchen, Hannibal had finished cleaning, he was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, drinking a glass of water.

“Will,” Hannibal said after finishing drinking his water.

Quickly he stood up and walked over to him, taking the food he had packed from the table and giving it to Will “have a nice day” Hannibal said, as if he wanted to say something more, as if he wanted to do something more. But in the end he just smiled softly.

“Thank you” said Will taking the packed food, “Nice day too” said Will making that small and awkward smile, then fixing his eyes on the eyes of the Lithuanian, then heading to the door and leaving.

“Will…” Hannibal said suddenly, softly.

Will turned around and looked at him with interest.

“I want to know if… what would you like for dinner?”

Will looked at him for a moment, then gave a soft smile. “I don’t want anything specific for today, anyway, you always cook spectacularly.”

Hannibal stood still for a few seconds, then looked away.

Finally, Will left the house.

Hannibal went to the bathroom, he didn’t use the bathtub, but the shower, he ran his hands softly over his body, his neck, his arms, his chest, going down until he reached his abdomen, there his touch became lighter, the reluctance to touch that area had diminished, he didn’t know exactly why.

Hannibal squatted down, simply letting the water fall on his body. The few tears were lost in the water.

It was lunch time, Will was in the shared area with his two coworkers, the moment he unpacked his food, someone made it obvious that he was watching.

“What do we have here?” said a man who looked somewhat like Santa Claus “it seems that someone is getting some love at home.”

Will, despite all the things he had seen and experienced, couldn't help the slight blush on his face.

“I've been married for over 23 years,” said the man who looked like a symbol of Christmas festivities, “And I know when a sweetheart is the one who prepared the food.”

Will gave a small, quick laugh, sounding embarrassed and yet not denying what the man said.

“Come on John,” said the man laughing, “there's nothing to be ashamed of.” The man began to eat his own food which looked very good. “Being with the person you love is one of the most profound experiences you can have.”

Will thought about those words as he looked at his food, then began to eat it.

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Will returned home, work served to keep his hands busy and try to take his mind off the matters he didn't want to sink into his thoughts. For a moment, being a normal man who couldn't let the mind of criminals enter his, a man who didn't have a relationship with a serial killer, one of a kind, with a mind so fascinating and twisted that it made him beg a God that he wished he had never met him, that he wished he hadn't reached a point where if something represented their relationship, it would be the word blood, but at the same time, a part of him thanked the god for listening to him for having met Hannibal, since he had never felt so accepted. So himself, although that scared him in the past, but at the same time he saw it as beautiful.

Entering home, he felt the warmth of the interior, the smell of food, to be honest, this was a very pleasant welcome. A feeling that was faded in the time he lived with Molly, a husband, a stepfather, a family man, a normal and ordinary man, as Hannibal had said, that was a disguise. “Hello Will,” Hannibal said after looking back, while he finished preparing a dish, and then continued with what he was doing “Please wash your hands and wait in the dining room.”

Will did as he was told, he waited at the table, and soon Hannibal began to bring out the dishes: Cajun Sausage and Chicken Gumbo and so on.

Will, despite the pleasant smell, did not expect to eat food from Louisiana that night.

“I wanted to make something different, I thought you would like this,” Hannibal looked at him with a certain softness, “I hope you like it.”

Will continued to look at Hannibal, then shifted his eyes to the food in front of him, what Hannibal cooked never left anything to be desired, only the appearance was a provocation to the senses, so Will finally took a taste, it was as if something took him and took him to those years when he was a child, when...when his mother was alive, and she sang to him while she caressed his hair in that house in Louisiana. Those good memories he has. When he and his parents were together, before it was just him and his dad, before his father became a man who rarely smiled.

Will couldn't help but be moved by this union of flavor and nostalgia.

Will's lack of words and the expression on his face was all Hannibal needed to know that his meal was a success.

“Thank you,” Will said, with a sad affectation, “it's been a while since I've eaten something like this.” Will looked away for a second, then looked at the older of the two- the last time he... missed this.

Hannibal didn't need the words, but hearing them was something he wanted.

After that, the meal was quiet, silent, Hannibal ended up eating less than Will, simply because of his condition. You could say it was lucky that he hadn't ended up fighting nausea due to the strong flavors.

After they both finished eating, Will took care of the dishes, while Hannibal took a shower.

and the night ended with both sleeping in the same bed, in Hannibal's room on the second floor, like they did the night before.

Will woke up in the middle of the night, or rather, in the early morning, with a thin layer of sweat covering his body. Those dreams, those shadows that appear when he sleeps... it's something he doesn't want to think about. He doesn't want to think about it at all.

As it was dark and he had just woken up, he needed time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, little by little, thanks to the little moonlight that filtered through the window, he could see the silhouette of someone, Hannibal who was sleeping next to him, with his back to him, since he could see the back of his head.

Will got out of bed carefully, he didn't want to wake the omega man next to him, he couldn't just stay lying down, he needed to get out of the room, he needed to move, to get rid of that movement of discomfort in front of what he refused to remember, that nightmare that he didn't know if it was due to trauma or some twisted desire.

Before, in his nightmares, when he was looking to catch Dra... Dollarhyde, in his dreams he was invaded by this image, of Molly, his wife (ex-wife? widow?) being a victim of Dollarhyde, dead, dressed in white, with her eyes covered by pieces of mirror.

But in that nightmare that woke him up, it wasn't Molly, no, she wasn't one of that individual's victims, on this occasion, instead, the one who occupied that place of lying on a sacrificial altar, dressed not in white, but in green, a dark green tunic, with his eyes covered in pieces of mirror and his pale skin was... it was Hannibal, Hannibal with a noticeable belly.

Will poured himself a glass of water, a part of him told him it was better to replace that liquid with another, but no, he wasn't going to do it, he wasn't going to drink it right after getting out of bed. Drinking didn't make him make the wisest decisions, so he had unprotected sex with Margot, at that time a complete stranger and the consequence of that was tragic for her.

"Will?", a voice was heard that made him come out of his thoughts.

"I thought you were asleep," said Will, putting aside his glass of water.

"I woke up with the urge to go to the bathroom" his eyes looked at him with that hidden curiosity "I didn't see you next to me and I came to see where you were"

Will didn't miss how natural what the doctor had said sounded, -to be by his side- maybe that's how things should always have been, to ignore the things Hannibal had done and be by his side.

“It was a nightmare, wasn’t it?” Hannibal said as if he wanted to psychoanalyze him, although he didn’t hate it as much as before, he couldn’t say he liked it either. He liked Hannibal looking at him, but not as if he were a patient who had to uncenter what was hiding in his mind.

“Yeah,” Will said simply, not wanting to talk about it. He didn’t want that to be a topic of conversation when he had barely gotten out of bed, when he could barely say he was half awake.

“Are you willing to talk about it?” Hannibal said from the kitchen doorway, still not coming closer.

“I don’t think so,” Will said, touching his temple.

Hannibal looked at him, but at that moment it didn't seem like it was out of curiosity, it was like even though it wasn't easy to decipher, it was like, as if Hannibal wasn't sure of something?

“Do you want to talk about something else or...?”

“I think it's best,” Will said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but not knowing why, “we better go back to the room. Let's try to sleep.”

Hannibal stood still for a moment, then nodded and headed towards the room, and Will followed him.

Already in the room, Hannibal lay down on the bed, turning his back to Will, the empath turned off the light of the lamp that was on the nightstand next to him.

Finally he lay down, staring at the ceiling. Well, what he could see, since due to the darkness and the little moonlight, he could only see a little.

“Will,” that word interrupted the silence.

“Mmmhh?”

“Yesterday, while you were out,” Hannibal spoke softly, “I had the first appointment with the OB/GYN.”

Will’s reaction was to turn his head to look at his bed partner, with his eyes open, as if part of the sleep he had had abandoned him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the doctor,” said Will, trying not to sound like a complaint, but despite his soft voice, he failed.

“You didn’t seem to be in a good mood after Chiyoh’s visit,” Hannibal said almost whispering, still not turning to face Will. 

“It’s good that I know these things,” Will said, turning on the lamp on the nightstand beside him, sitting up in bed.

“Why?” Hannibal said, sounding more like a whisper, as if he didn’t want to be heard.

For a moment, the verbal exchange stopped.

“Could you turn to look at me?”, Will said, tired of only seeing the back of Hannibal’s head.

Hannibal shifted his position, sitting with his back to the bed, then sitting, standing next to Will, not in front of him, still not meeting the empath’s eyes.

“Hannibal,” Will said, sounding firm, “anything that has to do with your health is my business. I want you to be okay. That we’re okay after everything we’ve been through,” Will kept his hands still, not knowing what to do with them.

“What about the baby?” Hannibal said without Will expecting it, causing his fist to clench in the sheet.

“I care about your health,” Will finally said, avoiding looking at Hannibal’s face.

There was silence.

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Will, not hearing any words, turned to look at Hannibal, who had his head slightly bowed, looking down, the corners of his lips were slightly down.

Hannibal was still sitting there, not saying anything. Will was no longer sleepy.

He couldn't lie and say that he was worried about the health of what was growing inside Hannibal, just thinking about its existence tormented him. Thirteen weeks or so, if he wasn't mistaken in his count, that thing kept growing, invading Hannibal's body, his omega, united in this relationship and twisted destiny, that... thing that Hannibal refused to eliminate. He could have done it, he could still do it even though they found out about its existence a little late. Why?

Why?

Hannibal was not religious, at least not in a conventional way, as far as he knew, since seeing God as a murderer who killed his own believers by letting the roof of the temple collapse on them, doesn't sound like someone who believes. in a God, at least, a kind one.

Then he couldn't imagine that he didn't want to get rid of it because of beliefs that God disapproved of the act.

Abigail died by Hannibal's hand. His unborn child also died by Hannibal's hand. Hannibal had taken away every chance he could have to be a father.

Why did they have to die?

"You don't want me to have anything in my life other than you."

Why did the Dragon's spawn still exist?

"You're upset," Hannibal said, still soft-spoken, sounding even shy? The previous night had been good, he had eaten food from his childhood days, it was a pleasant surprise, but who knew that in the early morning everything would be different.

"Sniff" A soft sniff was heard by the blue-eyed shoulder's ears.

Will felt uncomfortable when someone cried near him, but in this case, he was feeling... super uncomfortable, since he was feeling a lot about Hannibal being the one who made that sound.

Will didn't know what to do with himself, he couldn't sleep anymore, at least not in that room, so he got out of bed and headed for the door.

"It's still very early" Hannibal said in an affected voice.

"I'm going to my room" Will said simply before walking out the door.

Already in his room, Will lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling tired, but at the same time not sleepy. Hannibal had to be honest in the middle of the night, when he had woken up from a nightmare. What a good time he chose.

Everything had become complicated, his idea was for both of them to die on that cliff, he couldn't live with Hannibal, he couldn't live without him and besides, it was already a point of no return for himself, Hannibal had caused him to accept himself, which in his case socially was a big no, since he had accepted that he enjoyed killing, transforming bodies, even eating them. It was something that at the time he didn't want to accept, he wanted to escape from how he felt when he ended someone's life, he didn't want to be a monster, even though he himself knew that he was one, only that he led a life using a disguise that he tried hard to make people believe was his own skin.

Repressing everything that he carried inside. A darkness that he tried to hide and that Hannibal possibly saw from the first moment they met.

He might have lived in denial all his life, if he hadn't crossed paths with Hannibal. And who can be a monster's partner but another monster?

In the miraculous case of both surviving the fall, then accepting their fate, being together while enjoying killing others, but no, it couldn't be just that and that's it. Hannibal was now pregnant. He never imagined Hannibal pregnant, he imagined him in other situations, but not like this.

Was he being a coward?

It wasn't like Hannibal got pregnant on purpose, it wasn't like Hannibal had sex with the Dragon/Francis because he wanted to.

Right?

“What are you thinking?” Will said to himself, wanting to slap himself on the head for that thought. He was there, the night that conception happened.

It's hard to make decisions. It's hard to face unwanted consequences.

Hannibal stayed in the room, alone, feeling a rebellious tear slip down. He didn't want to bother Will by telling him the morning before that he had been called to confirm his appointment for that day, he didn't want Will to think that he wanted him to accompany him, he didn't want him to feel obligated, and even less after his attitude regarding Chiyoh. He just wanted to keep Will out of it. He's not the father of this pregnancy.

"Then why did you tell him?” said his inner voice.

Hannibal knew he just had to tell him and that was it, he didn't expect him to say anything more than an awkward ok, but he couldn't shut his talkative mouth and had to ask for his opinion on the baby. What did he expect with that? What the hell did he expect? Hannibal knows that the ex-FBI special agent is not at all happy with his pregnancy.

Why does he have to add fuel to the fire? Is it because of his personality to see what will happen? Curiosity? Or is it the hormones of pregnancy?

Hannibal lay down on the bed, trying hard not to cry, he didn't want to let those emotions control him. Nothing big had happened. Nothing new had happened.

When he was in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, and due to certain circumstances, he was denied a drawing instrument, he could only draw with charcoal. He drew Florence, he drew flowers, dogs, Badelia, and of course, he drew Will.

He drew all that from memory, since that was what he had instead of a view.

Seeing Will sleeping in front of him, and being able to draw him, was something that caused his eyes to get wet. At some point, Hannibal finished his drawing of the sleeping Will, then put it away in a drawer, and left the room.

Will woke up, the music was no longer playing. When had it stopped? He got up feeling the heaviness of just getting up, he went to look for Hannibal in his room, he wasn't there, then he went down the stairs, he wasn't in the kitchen, he was starting to worry, he went to the bathroom, neither, then to his own room, no.

Will was starting to get more worried, he took his keys and was about to leave through the main door, when suddenly, someone opened the door from the other side.

Will was looking at Hannibal with his sky blue eyes. Hannibal tilted his head slightly to the side.

Will's eyes fell on the gloves and the scissors he was holding in his hand. It's true, Hannibal had a small garden.

"What would you like for lunch?" Hannibal said simply, not wanting to deny the look of surprise and relief he received when he met Will after waking up. Hannibal's time had passed, and he still hadn't cooked anything.

Will thought about it for a few seconds, touched his beard, touching near the part where he had been stabbed, and finally said, "What do you think if we go outside?"

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           Cenando como una pareja normal.

El cielo empezaba a tornarse azul oscuro, todo lo demás también oscurecía, el clima se estaba volviendo cada vez más frío, el viento soplaba en su capricho, alborotando el cabello de las personas; así que, Will llevaba puesto una chaqueta de mezclilla azul medio y un gorro Beanie negro, mientras que Hannibal un cubretodo de color marron, y una boina estilo britanica vintage unisex color cafe ya que Will había dicho que aquella noche no cenarían en casa, sino que saldrían para comer en algún restaurante en la ciudad.

Estaban en el auto, Will conducía mientras que Hannibal estaba sentado tranquilamente, mirando desapasionadamente al frente, su cabello claro salía de su sombrero, Will no sabía si solo era un engaño visual, ya que cuando se tiene el cabello corto se nota el más ligero crecimiento, o el cabello de Hannibal estaba creciendo en realidad más rápido ¿Eran por las hormonas del embarazo? Hannibal tenía 13 semanas+ de gestación, su cuerpo está pasando por grandes cambios, tal vez eso explique porque se ve más… suave.

Mientras conducía, mientras pensaba aquello, la cara de Will era inexpresiva o como si estuviera triste, eso ya depende de la opinión de quién le estuviera mirando a una distancia en la cual no era visto.

Hannibal lo miraba de reojo, no le molestaba estar en silencio con Will, pero se sentía un poco inquieto, quería relajar el ambiente, pero no sabía si al decir algo, solo haría que se sintiera todo más incómodo

En momentos así, le gustaría hacer ecuaciones matemáticas en su libreta para poder retroceder en el tiempo así fuera solo un poco, tan solo unos minutos atras y encontrar de aquella manera tiempo para saber que hacer y así poder relajarse un poco más. Él no estaba acostumbrado a la ansiedad, pero su relación con Will y el proceso por el que estaba pasando su cuerpo, desbloqueaba cosas en él.

-Está muy alejado de los lugares que acostumbras a comer-, dijo Will de un momento a otro, rompiendo el silencio. Hannibal abrió los ojos ligeramente ante sus palabras, -pero un hombre del trabajo dijo que la comida allí era buena.

Hannibal separó un poco los labios, luego los cerró; a pesar de su estadía de tres años en aquel lugar, para Will, Hannibal seguía siendo un delicadito que comía solo en restaurantes franceses, o algo así. Hannibal era adaptable, él ha experimentado varios tipos de “gastronomía”. Él también ha experimentado el hambre.

Aunque nunca ha tocado aquel tema con Will. Tal vez algún día lo haga, tal vez algún día no. Había cosas de las cuales no se sentía listo para hablar con Will, cosas que solo mencionarlas romperían pedazos de él, fragmentos que por aquella acción también pertenecería a Will. Y sinceramente, aquello….

Aquello era cercano a asustarlo.

-Por mí está bien-, dijo el de ojos color Whisky, mostrando una sonrisita en sus labios.

Will miró a Hannibal por el espejo retrovisor y solo movió su cabeza de manera afirmativa.

El silencio volvió entre ellos dos.

Hannibal que estaba mirando hacia el frente, bajó su mirada y vio sus manos entre cruzadas sobre su regazo, sus pulgares se tocaban uno al otro, quería evitar pensar en ciertas cosas, pero se daba cuenta que a pesar de lo sucedido en aquella casa, a pesar de la caída, apesar de su tiempo de recuperación inicial, Will y él conversaban más que después…después de contarle que estaba embarazado.

Y aquello, lo hacía sentir un poco…

Giró su cara hacia la ventanilla del automóvil, prefirió enfocar sus ojos en los demás automóviles, en las personas que veía, en lo que sea que en seguir pensando en como estaban las cosas. 

Sus varias preocupaciones.

El ser atrapados por la ley, el que su relación con Will estuviera completamente rota para siempre ¿Y el bebé? ¿Este bebé iba a nacer? ¿Y si nacía Will iba a estar ahí, o estaría cerca pero distanciado emocionalmente? Y si… ¿Y si? 

Tan pocas veces en su vida se sintió tan preocupado por el futuro.

Bajó la mirada, y puso su frente contra el cristal.

Will miraba de reojo, se daba cuenta de la actitud decaída en Hannibal, y aquello causaba algo en él.

De pronto, Hannibal como si fuera consiente de él mismo, alejó su cara de la ventanilla y se sentó casi derecho en su asiento.

Finalmente se estacionaron, Will salió primero del automóvil, pasó por enfrente de éste y abrió la puerta de Hannibal, y sin pensarlo, ofreció su mano para ayudar a Hannibal a salir, cayendo en cuenta de lo que estaba haciendo, tuvo el impulso de retirar su mano, ya que no sabía cómo Hannibal podía tomarse este acto de repentina caballerosidad. Este miró la mano por un momento, ya que no esperaba este gesto por parte de Will, pero de todas maneras la tomó y salió del vehículo.

llegaron al restaurante, parecía un lugar de ambiente familiar, dónde los padres podrían llevar a sus niños, pero no por ello significaba que el lugar estaba adornado con cosas coloridas o personajes de alguna caricatura o lo que sea estuviera de moda en el momento para los infantes.

Hannibal y Will encontraron una mesa que acababa de ser desocupada, la mesera acababa de limpiarla. 

Ellos se sentaron, dejaron sus ropas exteriores encima del respaldo de sus asientos. Will usaba una camisa manga larga azul marino y Hannibal un suéter azul claro, color parecido al color del traje que estaba utilizando cuando Jack fue a buscarlo por primera vez a su oficina en Baltimore.

Will se quitó el gorro negro, sintió que era lo apropiado al estar en un sitio para comer, estando fuera de casa y al frente de su acompañante, su cabello corto era mucho más manejable, y al tenerlo bajo del Beanie este no se había alborotado. Hannibal en cambio no retiró su boina, según las costumbres, era permisivo que Hannibal, en su condición, pudiera usar aquella prenda en un restaurante.

Sobre las mesas estaban los menús, observaron las opciones y Will supuso que el buen doctor escogería algo como la ensalada de pollo y para tomar algun té.

La mesera llegó para atenderles, preguntó por su orden,Will pidió costillas con ensalada de papa y una coca-cola y Hannibal…

-Me gustaría una hamburguesa de doble queso, papas fritas, y una malteada de vainilla, por favor- dijo dándole una sonrisa cordial a la mujer.

La mesera de cabello rizado anotó sus órdenes y se marchó, Will se quedó mirando a Hannibal.

El mayor de los dos se dió cuenta de la mirada del otro hombre -¿Que sucede?

-Nada-,dijo Will, desviando la mirada hacia un sitio de la mesa, como si fuera algo entretenido de ver.

Hannibal lo dejó pasar, empezó a ver a la gente que les rodeaba aquella noche. Nada en especial, solo gente en sus propios asuntos.

En poco tiempo les trajeron sus bebidas, Will le dió un sorbo a su coca-cola y Hannibal al popote rosa que pusieron en su malteada.

Will, intentó, no fijar sus ojos en la acción del doctor. Hannibal no le estaba prestando atención y simplemente estaba disfrutando su malteada.

-Yo…- dijo Will de un momento a otro. Hannibal lo miró mientras le daba otro sorbo a su malteada -el azul claro luce bien en ti.

Hannibal retiró el popote de sus labios, parpadeó, para luego desviar su mirada, -gracias,Will- luego empezó a mezclar ligeramente la malteada con su popote.

Will se lo quedó mirando, ese gesto, parecía llevar en sí una vulnerabilidad en algo tan sencillo, Will siguió con esa mirada fija, prácticamente no parpadeando, para luego dar algo parecido a una sonrisa, hasta que la mesera volvió con sus órdenes.

Hannibal vio la comida en su plato, Will lo miraba a él, como si no hubiera nada más alrededor. Hannibal sostuvo la hamburguesa en sus manos, la miró, para luego abrir la boca y darle un mordisco.

Masticó con cuidado, mirando hacia a un lado, poniendo atención a la textura, al sabor de aquel sencillo plato. Tragó y tomó dos papas fritas, se las metió a la boca.

Mientras Hannibal masticaba, miró al frente y vio a Will, que lo miraba con sus ojos azules bien abiertos.

¿Que es lo que te llama la atención está vez? 

-Nada-, dijo Will simplemente, siendose un poco sorprendido con la pregunta directa del otro, -solo es que no te había visto antes comer...- hace un gesto perezoso señalando con su mano hacía el otro, -así.

Hannibal elevó sus casi invisibles cejas ante lo dicho por Will, pareciendo de cierto modo gracioso.

-He puesto antes una variedad de elementos en mi boca- Hannibal sonrió, casi formal, casi coqueto.

Lo que podría haberse tomado como una mención a la excéntrica dieta de Hannibal, la cual lleva un tiempo sin consumir, ya que lo último que tragó de ese estilo, fue uno de los labios de Chilton, la mente de Will tuvo dos pensamientos a la misma vez; pensando sobre canibalismo, pensando sobre erotismo.

A su pesar, sin poderlo evitar, un sonrojo que se presentó en las mejillas, las orejas y el cuello de Will se hizo presente, su piel pálida no podía disimular ese tipo de cosas.

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          Having dinner like a normal couple.

The sky was starting to turn dark blue,  everything else was also darkening. The weather was getting colder and colder, the wind blew at will, ruffling people's hair. Will was wearing a medium blue denim jacket and a black beanie hat, while Hannibal was wearing a brown overcoat and a brown unisex vintage British-style beret, since Will had said they wouldn't be having dinner at home that night, but would go out to eat at a restaurant in the city.

They were in the car. Will was driving while Hannibal sat calmly, staring dispassionately ahead. His light hair was sticking out of his beret. Will didn't know if it was just a visual trick, since with short hair you notice the slightest growth, or if Hannibal's hair was actually growing faster. Was it due to genes? Pregnancy hormones?  Hannibal was 13+ weeks pregnant, and his body was going through major changes. Maybe that explains why he looked...softer.

While driving, thinking about this, Will's face was either expressionless or sad, depending on who was watching him from a distance where they couldn't be seen.

Will had the ability to look beautifully sad. And also beautiful in his suffering.

Hannibal looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He didn't mind being silent with Will, but he felt a little uneasy. He wanted to lighten the mood, but he didn't know if saying anything would only make things more uncomfortable.

In moments like these, he'd like to do math equations in his little notebook so he could go back in time, even if only a little, just a few minutes, and find time to figure out what to do so he could relax a little more. He wasn't used to anxiety, but his relationship with Will and the process his body was going through unlocked things in him.

"It's a long way from places where you usually eat," Will said suddenly, breaking the silence. Hannibal's eyes widened slightly at his words, "but a man from work said the food there was good."

Hannibal parted his lips slightly, then closed them. Despite his three-year stay there, to Will, Hannibal was still a picky eater who ate only in French restaurants, Italian cuisine or something like that. Hannibal was adaptable; he'd experienced various types of "gastronomy." He'd also experienced hunger.

Starvation, cold and devastation.

Though he'd never broached the subject with Will. Maybe one day he would, maybe one day he wouldn't. There were things he didn't feel ready to talk about with Will, things that merely mentioning them would break pieces of him, fragments that, by that action, would also belong to Will. And honestly, that...

That was close to scaring him.

One of the scariest things is letting someone else get to know you better. An act of voluntary vulnerability.

"Fine with me," said the man with whiskey-colored eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

Will looked at Hannibal in the rearview mirror and just nodded his head.

Silence returned between them.

Hannibal, who was staring straight ahead, looked down and saw his hands clasped in his lap, his thumbs touching each other. He wanted to avoid thinking about certain things, but he realized that despite what had happened in that house, despite the fall, despite his initial recovery time, he and Will were talking more than they had later…after telling him he was pregnant.

And that made him feel a little…

He turned his face toward the car window, choosing to focus his eyes on the other cars, the people he saw, black mirrors, whatever it was rather than continue thinking about how things were.

His various worries.

Being caught by the law, the fact that his relationship with Will was completely broken forever. And the baby? Was this baby going to be born? And if it was born, would Will be there, or would he be close but emotionally distant? What if… What if?

Rarely in his life had he felt so worried about the future.

He looked down and placed his forehead against the glass.

Will glanced sideways, noticing Hannibal's slumped attitude, and it did something to him.

Suddenly, Hannibal, as if aware of himself, turned his face away from the window and sat almost upright in his seat.

Finally, they parked. Will got out of the car first, walked in front of it, and opened Hannibal's door. Without thinking, he offered his hand to help Hannibal out. Realizing what he was doing, he had the impulse to pull his hand back, unsure how Hannibal could take this sudden act of chivalry. Hannibal stared at the hand for a moment, not expecting this gesture from Will, but took it anyway and got out of the vehicle.

They arrived at the restaurant. It seemed like a family-friendly place, where parents might take their children, but that didn't mean the place was decorated with colorful things or cartoon characters or whatever was currently in fashion for children.

Hannibal and Will found a table that had just been vacated; the waitress had just cleaned it.

They sat down and left their outer garments draped over the back of their seats. Will was wearing a navy blue long-sleeved shirt, and Hannibal was wearing a light blue sweater, a color similar to the suit he'd been wearing when Jack had first picked him up at his office in Baltimore.

Will took off his black beanie, feeling it was appropriate for a restaurant, being out and about, and standing in front of his companion. His short hair was much more manageable, and having it under the beanie hadn't caused any unruliness. Hannibal, on the other hand, kept his beret on; according to custom, it was permissible for Hannibal, in his position, to wear that garment in a restaurant.

The menus were spread out on the tables. They looked at the options, and Will assumed the good doctor would choose something like chicken salad and some tea.

The waitress came to take their order and asked for their order. Will ordered ribs with potato salad and a Coke, and Hannibal…

"I'd like a double cheeseburger, fries, and a vanilla shake, please," he said, giving the woman a friendly smile.

The curly-haired waitress took their orders and left. Will stared at Hannibal.

The older of the two noticed the other man's gaze. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Will said, shifting his gaze to a spot at the table, as if it were something entertaining to watch.

Hannibal let it go and began to take in the people around them that evening. Nothing special, just people doing their own thing.

Soon, their drinks were brought to them. Will took a sip of his Coke, and Hannibal took a sip of the pink straw they'd put in his milkshake.

Will tried not to focus his eyes on the doctor's actions. Hannibal wasn't paying attention and was simply enjoying his milkshake.

"I…" Will said suddenly. Hannibal looked at him as he took another sip of his milkshake. "The light blue color looks good on you."

Hannibal removed the straw from his reddish lips, blinked, and then looked away. "Thanks, Will." He then began to lightly stir the milkshake with his straw.

Will stared at him; that gesture seemed to carry with it a vulnerability in something so simple. Will continued with that fixed gaze, practically not blinking, then gave something resembling a smile, until the waitress returned with their orders.

Hannibal looked at the food on his plate, Will looking at him, as if there was nothing else around. Hannibal held the burger in his hands, looked at it, then opened his sinner mouth and took a bite.

He chewed carefully, looking to the side, paying attention to the texture, the flavor of that simple dish. He swallowed and took two fries, putting them in his mouth.

While Hannibal chewed, he looked ahead and saw Will, who was looking at him with his blue eyes wide open.

"What's catching your attention this time?"

"Nothing," Will said simply, slightly surprised by the other's direct question, "I've just never seen you eat before..." He made a lazy gesture, pointing with his hand at the other, "like this."

Hannibal raised his almost invisible eyebrows at what Will said, seeming somewhat amused.

"I've put a variety of things in my mouth before," Hannibal smiled, almost formal, almost flirtatious.

What could have been taken as a reference to Hannibal's eccentric diet, which he hadn't consumed in a while, since the last thing he'd eaten of that kind was Chilton's lips, Will's mind was thinking two things at once: cannibalism, eroticism.

Despite himself, a blush appeared on Will's cheeks, ears, and neck; his pale skin couldn't hide such things.

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                             Lovers dining

Hannibal popped another fries in his mouth as he watched the colors on Will's cheeks and neck, inwardly enjoying that reaction, enjoying even more the knowledge that the vision was because of him.

Had his wife ever caused something like that in Will? The thought crossed his mind, as he avoided showing it on his face. Well, he tried; that small expression in his eyes betrayed that something unpleasant was in them. If only Red... that man had done a good job of eliminating that woman. Sometimes, just thinking that she was still filling her lungs with air made him feel...upset.

"How could he look so...tempting?" Will Graham thought, staring at the doctor's reddish lips. Despite his health not being the best in recent months, those lips were still reddish. Incredible that in all this time he had only kissed Hannibal once.

So little for all the storms that had passed between them, so little for all the years they had known each other. Several kisses that time when Hannibal was dozing in his office, drunk; possibly, now that he thought about it, somehow vulnerable knowing he was pregn...

Remembering what Hannibal looked like, flushed with liquor, his lips parted, his eyes wet, naked beneath him... that memory caused a stiffening that was inappropriate for being in a public place, but Will could keep it under control.

Hannibal was still thinking about that woman, still chewing slowly. How many times had he told her that—that he cared for her? It was something he didn't want to know; just thinking about it made his mood sour a little. Hannibal closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them and swallowed what was in his mouth.

"Hi, John," said a smiling man as he approached them. He was plump with a snowy beard, and next to him came a woman with brown hair, wearing a green sweater similar to the color of her eyes. "What a surprise to find you here."

"Hi, Peter," Will said simply, flashing one of his polite smiles.

"This is Laura, my wife," the man said, the warmth of love and pride echoing in his voice as he gestured toward the woman. She simply smiled and nodded.

Will blinked and looked at the person sitting across from him, who had almost finished his burger. "He's my partner," Will said, giving a small smile.

Hannibal looked at the former FBI special agent and then at the newly arrived man. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Peter," the cannibal said softly, his eyes showing through his beret.

"So this is your sweetheart," the man said with a knowing smile. "Honey, there's a free table," he said to his wife, noticing an empty table. "Then we'll leave you two alone." He winked at Will and went with his wife to a nearby table.

When the man with short, curly hair stopped watching the man leave and fixed his gaze on Hannibal, the latter was looking at him with an amused expression.

“So,” Hannibal said, looking at Will without blinking, “this is the man from your job,” he said without hesitation, just waiting for confirmation.

“Yes,” Will coughed, “a kind man, if a little intense.”

“So I’m your sweetheart,” Hannibal gave a small smile.

Will was sipping his Coke when Hannibal said the last thing, causing him to nearly choke and have to cough more.

“He saw one of your lunches,” Will said after calming down, before covering his mouth with a napkin and continuing to cough.

Hannibal tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at the man in front of him. That little smile remained on his lips.

Until blood gushed from his nose and trickled down the bottom of his face, falling onto his light blue sweater. Will’s blue eyes were wide open when he suddenly saw Hannibal bleeding.

Hannibal shifted his gaze from Will's surprised eyes to the plate in front of him, watching the drops of blood fall as he searched his clothes for a handkerchief for himself.

"Oh, honey," a woman's voice sounded, soft, clear, and warm. The woman approached Hannibal, leaning slightly forward and placing her own handkerchief on the good doctor's face. It smelled of vanilla.

Laura watched Hannibal hold the handkerchief to his nose, looking at him as if she understood something. Hannibal met his whiskey-colored eyes with her emerald ones.

For a moment, he thought maybe she recognized his true identity from somewhere.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Laura said suddenly. Hannibal's eyes widened slightly. "It looks like this is your first bleeding, judging by your partner's face." Hannibal looked back at Will, "or the first time he's seen it?" The woman gave a small smile. “This happened to me with my first baby.”

Hannibal lowered his gaze and gently removed the woman's hand so that he was the only one holding the handkerchief, which had previously been only Old Glory Blue color.

“Oh, John,” Peter said, sounding surprised. “I didn't know your darling was pregnant.” “Another member of the litter?” He looked at the blue-eyed man with joy. “Or your first baby?”

Will opened his mouth to say something, but not a word came out. He just closed his mouth and nodded his head perceptibly in the affirmative.

He got up from his seat and went to Hannibal's side, looking worried.

“David, let's go home.” Hannibal just nodded. They had both practically finished their meals, but ending their outing this way wasn't something he would have wanted.

Will paid for dinner and helped Hannibal get up from his seat. That's when Peter and Laura noticed the baby bump that was barely forming, despite him wearing a sweater. If you know something exists, it's hard to ignore it. Will said goodbye to them both. Peter told him that if they needed anything, he knew his phone number.

Will nodded, grabbed their jackets, and left the restaurant, holding Hannibal's wrist while Hannibal still held the handkerchief in his other hand.

In the car, heading home, Hannibal was no longer holding the handkerchief to his face, as the bleeding had stopped a while ago. He held it in his lap, and Will watched him out of the corner of his eye in the rearview mirror. Although Hannibal tried to act as if everything was fine, Will could tell something wasn't right, as he felt a little down.

"Has this happened before?" Will said suddenly, trying to focus on the road and also on Hannibal's expression.

"This is the first time," Hannibal said, sounding a little tired. "To be honest, I'm a little surprised, although it's normal that...because of my condition, my blood flow increases and that's why I bleed from my nose."

Will looked at him for a moment, until he looked away at the acceptable answer.

Hannibal looked straight ahead, then at his hands resting in his lap, holding the handkerchief. The corner of his lips turned down, and he turned his head toward the window beside him.

Hannibal raised his head, but that couldn't stop a tear from escaping his eye and sliding down his cheek. He took the handkerchief, and with the clean side, held it in his hand and placed it against his face, in a manner that seemed somewhat casual as he looked out the window.

Will didn't notice this, as he needed to pay attention to the road. They hadn't survived a fall off a cliff, only to both die in a short time from a common car accident.

Parking in front of the house, Will got out of the car, walked around the vehicle and opened the door for Hannibal, who simply accepted the extended hand and allowed himself to be helped.

"The food was good," Hannibal said, then gave a small smile. "It's a shame that..." He shook his head slightly in denial. "I feel exhausted. I want to go to bed now," Hannibal said, allowing his exhaustion to permeate his voice.

"Yeah, let's go to bed early," Will said, retreating to his own room.

Hannibal felt a little at a loss for what to do. He hoped Will would say something else, but when he didn't, he had a feeling he wasn't sure how to describe.

Hannibal went to his room, began to undress, folded his pants, and left his sweater in the laundry basket; the blood had already stained it, but there are ways to remove blood from a garment.

He also took his handkerchief out of his pants and left it in the basket.

Then he grabbed a bathrobe and went into the bathroom. He didn't feel like taking a bath; he simply stepped into the shower and washed his body with a fragrance that smelled of sandalwood and mint.

He brushed his teeth; he always did, taking good care of his teeth, but this time he was very motivated to get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth.

After finishing his shower, he put on his robe, and upon exiting the bathroom, he was greeted by the sight of Will sitting on the side of the bed. It's true they've been sleeping together lately, but Hannibal didn't think Will would stick to that routine that night.

Will was freshly showered, towel-drying his hair. He was wearing a white T-shirt and matching boxers. He moved to the spot on the bed he'd claimed as his own.

Hannibal approached; his hair was still wet, drops of water running down his face. He sat on the bed, his back to Will as he grabbed his hairdryer. The only sound in the room was the noise the device generated. Will just looked at him, his eyes traveling over Hannibal's hands, his light hair moving in the hot air. Hannibal spent a few minutes doing this. Before turning off the device, he looked at Will and lifted the hair dryer slightly. Will shook his head. It wasn't necessary; his short hair was almost dry, and besides, he hated the noise of that machine.

Hannibal turned off and unplugged his hair dryer and stood for a few moments with his back to Will. Will looked at him, his head resting on the back of the bed.

Hannibal got out of bed, went to his closet, took out a pair of ocean-blue pajamas, and without taking off his bathrobe, put on his pajama pants. Then he took off his robe, leaving Will only able to see the older man's back, and of course, the mark left by Verger... he put on his pajama shirt. When Hannibal deemed him presentable, he returned to bed and lay down. Will just stared at him.

Hannibal turned his back to Will, covered himself with the covers, and closed his eyes. He really needed to rest.

But he couldn't.

Will's gaze dropped down Hannibal's back, then lingered for a moment on his waist, which had become more defined and smaller due to the weight the older man had lost over the months, and then traveled down to that butt, which was generous considering the Lithuanian's slender body.

Will didn't know what was happening to himself; he had never felt so hot around someone before. Yes, he'd felt a strong attraction to some women, including Alana, and none to any other man; but with Hannibal, it was as if he couldn't tire of looking at him, thinking about him, remembering him, and having him lying next to him felt more like a dream, a mirage.

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The man with soft, curly hair, dark as pure chocolate, continued kissing the person who had recently had a nosebleed, in front of strangers, in a public place.

Usually, Will Graham, the empath who could enter anyone's mind, more precisely, he could let the minds of others enter his, merging with them, which terrified him, for the fear of losing himself, losing himself in voices that weren't his own, losing himself in feelings that weren't his own, losing himself in actions that weren't his own. This same man could be sensitive, showing affection and love toward his dogs, he hoped they were okay, that Molly and Willy were looking after them, being careful with those who needed help, with the helpless, with the hurt.

Hannibal was his anchor, his cage, his freedom, his motivation. A once-in-a-lifetime delicacy, a delicacy made of suffering, blood, and tears.

Hannibal allowed himself to be touched by the other's lips, by that man he initially viewed with curiosity, with interest, never imagining he would become his obsession, someone he preferred to eliminate since he was aware of his feelings for him—an act of self-protection, one might say, an act of cowardice, one might also assert.

His equal. His companion. His love. His hope.

Will's hands, strong and capable, rough from working with engines, fishing, and other things, touched him; First one was on his chest, over the fabric of his pajamas, then that same hand slid under his pajama shirt, directly touching his chest, which was changing, Will wasn't aware of it, since he hadn't touched Hannibal's body carefully before, the only times he had touched it was when he hugged him before jumping off the cliff; too distressed by what had just happened with the Dragon to be able to create an exact memory of what it felt like to have Hannibal in his arms, when they had about two minutes of penetrative sex in the office of the house they lived in; Hannibal was already pregnant, and his skin was changing, things of hormones, but Will didn't know or suspect the Lithuanian's condition, and now, he could only concentrate on how good it felt to touch the Lithuanian's skin, without noticing the loss of thickness of hair in that part or the sensitivity in the cannibal's nipples.

When Hannibal felt Will's rough hand, he flinched slightly. Will touching him wasn't something that happened often. His nipples had become sensitive lately, and this made him feel...strange about his own body. It made him feel completely foreign; sometimes, he felt like his body was something he was beginning to dislike—you could say, something he had to get to know again. A metamorphosis that was very different from the one his patients were going through with his help. And it was only just beginning.

Will's forearm was on the mattress, so as not to put all his weight on the Lithuanian. His hand briefly touched a nipple, then moved away, crawling further south, touching Hannibal's ribs, which had become more prominent. This was worrying given his condition. But how could something like this not happen when the former resident of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane almost lost his life after falling into the ocean? Losing weight was a logical outcome, and it made Will feel bad, thinking that Hannibal was so thin and fragile because of him, thinking that he was pregnant by another man who forced himself on the Lithuanian.

Thinking that if the fall had turned out differently, the two wouldn't have died as they had originally hoped, an ending in which they both said goodbye to this world, no. One outcome could easily have been that Will survived, but Hannibal didn't, and that outcome that didn't happen filled the former FBI profiler with agony.

The hand continued caressing Hannibal's side for a few seconds, then moved down to his hip. Those hips, so narrow and straight, could a baby fit through them? First of all, could the fetus carry to term? Will, without meaning to, tightened his grip on Hannibal's hip.

Hannibal pulled his head away at the roughness, separating his lips from the blue-eyed man's. His brown eyes stared into Hannibal's face for a few seconds.

"I'm clean," he said, looking into his eyes, then looked away. "They sent me for routine tests, and well... at least that's one less problem."

Will's eyes widened for a moment at those words. It was something he hadn't thought about. If he... could have conveyed something to Hannibal, he hadn't taken it into account so much that he didn't think of using condoms with Hannibal on that occasion. But it made sense that Francis was clean. He only attacked happy families, and in truly happy families, there's no infidelity; the couple thinks only about each other's well-being.

Will tightened his grip on Hannibal's hip, then began to kiss Hannibal harder. In that kiss, more than passion, there was anger. And Hannibal could feel it.

Will took hold of her pajama pants and began to slide them, underwear included, down her long legs.

His heart was beating a little faster than normal; he felt his body temperature rising. Being with Will like this was something he'd seen as a fantasy, something he'd buried deep in his heart, hoping to have a platonic relationship with Will—yes, even when his plan was to escape to Europe together and surprise him by revealing that Abigail was alive, almost whole.

Will wasn't kissing him anymore; he was more focused on removing the bottom of his garment and throwing it into a corner of the room. Hannibal began to feel chills when Will began to position himself between his legs and begin to remove his boxers. He tried to maintain a calm expression, as if he wasn't starting to feel something close to panic.

At one point, he felt Will's manhood touching his genitals, then he felt it pierce him, and Will's lips were back on his.

Hannibal closed his eyes as he felt that member making its way inside him. The Lithuanian wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't had normal sex in years, since he was locked in a Plexiglas box, or because the last time he had this kind of activity was at the hands of the Dragon, but all Hannibal felt at that moment was pain.

Will stopped kissing the cannibal, eyes closed, jaw clenched, absorbed by the sensation of being inside the other person, how his penis was pleasantly squeezed by Hannibal's cavity. If he didn't know better, he could assume from this tightness that "his anchor" was a virgin; he felt like one, but he knew that this simply wasn't the case. Hannibal had been with other people, and with the lifestyle that required people not to get truly involved with him, adding that to his hedonism, he assumed that the European had had superficial  Affairs throughout his life. With women. With men.

With several.

When he was completely inside, the constant thrusts began instantly, moving the bed, keeping his eyes closed, saying nothing, only the sounds of their coupling could be heard in the room. Will was in his own pleasure; he really needed this. It's been a while since he'd been with anyone. The last time was with Molly, and that was before Chilton became living roast meat. He needed to get some of the tension out of his body, relax from all this stress.

Making sure to be discreet, making sure Hannibal wasn't captured again, what happened on the cliff, almost dying, losing the family he'd created with Molly and Willy, abandoning his dogs—so many things, so much.

He just wanted to let go. Even if it was just for a moment. He just needed a moment to ease the tension.

Hannibal tried not to close his eyes, his gaze was mostly on Will's face, he didn't want to confuse him with someone else for a moment. He tried to be as relaxed as possible. After a moment of Will's constant penetrations, he started a softer rhythm, with which Hannibal began to feel that he was enjoying it somewhat, his body began to feel good, Will was between his legs, showing on his face that he was enjoying it a lot, Hannibal smiled when he saw that at least Will was enjoying his body. He wanted to reach out and touch the American's sweaty face, but maybe by doing that, he could break something; as if a slight movement could break what they two had, so that hand better clung to the sheets on the bed.

At one point, Will stopped, took one of Hannibal's legs, and placed it over his good shoulder. He opened his eyes, the blue meeting the reddish-brown, and that seemed to turn him on even more as he began to move more vigorously.

Hannibal held Will's gaze, a soft gaze, one that was becoming more common lately, the American closed his eyes, increasing his speed.

Hannibal was watching him, feeling something pleasant, but it was more from watching Will in his pleasure than the pleasure he himself was experiencing from having him between his legs.

And everything seemed normal, a couple joining physically, having a moment of coupling... until out of nowhere, what had happened that night violently appeared in his mind, despite his eyes fixed on the person who mattered most to him in this world. Why? Why did those memories keep visiting him without leaving him at least this moment in peace?

Hannibal, ever since he realized he had a certain "compassion" for Will, had longed for him to see him completely, to see his entire heart.

But at that moment, it was the last thing he wanted.

Hannibal stared at the ceiling while a tear trickled down his temple, and soon after, a tear from his other eye did the same.

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A wave hit him, something he simply had to let out. Will reached his climax; a need, an obligation, a pleasure; releasing himself inside that Lithuanian who had obsessed him in the last years of his life; so warm, so tender, so raw. Being inside Hannibal felt somehow wrong, since in the first place, he, Will, shouldn't give in to these feelings he had for the Lithuanian. It was wrong. Hannibal was a monster, not on the level of Mason Verger, but that didn't mean he wasn't a creature who had destroyed people for things that would be considered trivial. Besides, the fact that he ate them without any need, whether, for example, he was trapped somewhere, with no other option but to consume human flesh—no, Hannibal consumed them without any feeling of guilt; the lack of guilt a cat would feel eating lizards.

But at the same time, ending it, inside Hannibal, felt so good, physically good, mentally good, as if this were something inevitable, predestined, as if they should have done it long before, as if she should have simply escaped with Hannibal that time, when Abigail was still alive, a dangerous and beautiful life, an alternate reality that he will never be able to see, a great surprise, a great gift that he rejected without realizing it.

Hannibal was like the title of the silly book by the arrogant Dr. Chilton, which I could currently call by his nickname, Charcoal Meat; Blood and Chocolate.

Will took Hannibal's ankle from his shoulder, his eyes still closed, and placed that long leg around his waist, then let himself fall onto the Lithuanian, exhausted, content, feeling a jumble of overwhelming emotions, but the strange thing was that they were only his own emotions, no one else's; he was in his own mind, but without letting anyone else in. He was thinking about Hannibal, feeling how good it felt to be inside the older of the two, but not really noticing how the Lithuanian was actually feeling.

Will had his head buried in the hollow formed by Hannibal's neck and collarbone, trying to calm his breathing, the accelerated pace of his heart. If it weren't for the fact that Hannibal was pregnant and that Will, although it didn't seem like it, was holding back, there might be a chance of tying him down, which for an omega would be bearable, because of the heat, because of the excitement, but for one who was pregnant, it would be sadly painful.







Although the American felt he hadn't been far from it.

Will remained on top for a while, his member still inside, filling his lungs with the scent of sweat and sex between them with each breath, his hair plastered to his head with sweat, the same sweat that coated his skin.

Will opened his eyes and finally withdrew his member from Hannibal, then propped himself up slightly on his elbow, positioning himself beside the other body, and finally fixed his gaze on the other man again.







The Lithuanian's eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, his lips red and moist, his light, straight hair plastered to his head with sweat.

But instead of simply looking tired, he looked tense.

"Hannibal?" Will said, concern in his voice.

The Lithuanian slowly opened his eyes and looked at the blue-eyed man, offering a smile that seemed sincere, but also weary.

"Yes?" he said, seeing the concern on the other's face.

"Are you alright?" the American asked, noticing the exhaustion on the other's face, as well as his somewhat watery eyes.

"I just feel like this day has taken its toll on me," the Lithuanian said, giving him a small smile, "though I don't like to admit it, my body tires very quickly." Hannibal closed his eyes again.







Will stared at him for a moment, then reached out and ran his thumb along the older man's cheek. His skin felt so soft against his fingertip, so tender. If it were up to him, and after a short break, he could have another round with the Lithuanian, but he was a man, not an animal. He could recognize the other's weariness. He shouldn't overdo it.

"Then rest," the American said with a small smile, watching as the omega nodded gently, his eyes closing.





Hannibal settled into bed, feeling sticky from the sweat covering his skin, and damp between his legs. He wanted to shower, but he was so tired he couldn't even get out of bed. He barely closed his eyes before falling asleep.

Will got out of bed, trying not to move too much, and left the bathroom. He needed to use the toilet and take a shower, not just to clean himself, but also to calm down. To calm his mind, to calm his body.

In the bathroom, under the artificial light, he glanced down before stepping under the shower and noticed blood on his penis.











Will Graham froze at the sight of that blood. That blood wasn't his; it was Hannibal's.

Will left the bathroom, went to the bedroom, and approached the bed, worry etched on his face. The Lithuanian was fast asleep, his face seemingly innocent even at rest. The curly-haired man approached, sat on the bed, and tucked him in more tightly with the sheets. He didn't want the Lithuanian to catch a cold.

He stared at him for a while, feeling guilty for having possessed Hannibal and causing him harm. At first, he didn't understand the reason for the bleeding. It hadn't been too rough; perhaps he should have been gentler, but he hadn't been brutal.

After thinking about it for a moment, Will surmised that... as a result of what the drag-Francis had done, it had left scars inside Hannibal, and apparently, three months wasn't enough time for that part to heal properly. So, Will, unwittingly, had reopened old wounds. Literally.







His blue eyes watered, and he stared at Hannibal for who knows how much longer.

His eyelids opened after several hours of sleep, revealing whiskey-colored eyes. He closed them again, still feeling very sleepy, not needing to see him with his eyes. He knew Will wasn't beside him, and that's what he was thinking about until he drifted off again.

Hannibal woke up again after a couple of hours. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. He sat up in bed, feeling his whole body ache. He picked up his tablet from his nightstand and checked the time. He thought he had slept a lot.





Hannibal pulled the sheets off her body, saw her legs, saw the sheet beneath her body; there were bloodstains. His gaze was somewhat indifferent, but his lips were slightly turned down.

He got out of bed, grabbed his bathrobe, and went into the bathroom.







Things weren't supposed to be this way. Even though he liked being in control, so much had slipped out of his grasp. He wasn't supposed to be a damaged good, he wasn't supposed to be carrying another man's child, he wasn't supposed to see Will in this situation, seeing him sick and hurt. Thinking about how to treat him, as if he were a fragile cup of tea.

In the bathtub, with warm water to soothe his aching body, surrounded by the scent of aromatic herbs, Hannibal closed his eyes, his pale lashes forming a row. The water burned between his legs.

Hannibal crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head slightly downward, his eyes watering again. He covered his eyes with his hands.

Hannibal was in the bathtub, wondering how Will would behave after spending the night together. As usual, he couldn't predict Will's future actions. What he did know was that he didn't want Will to try to ignore him out of embarrassment. There was nothing to be ashamed of. What happened, given how things had gone, was bound to happen eventually.





Or perhaps Will regretted taking that step? Or perhaps it wasn't what he expected, and he was disappointed, which is why he wasn't in bed?

The Lithuanian drew his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them, as certain thoughts further dampened his spirits.