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Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


Chapter Fifteen:


“If it’s a bad day, you try to suffocate
Another memory, scarred”


Will spread the dirty towels he and Hannibal had used over the wet floor under the bedroom window. The wooden floorboards were sensitive to water and drenching them would lead to the boards welling up. Will wanted to avoid tearing out the boards and replacing them.

He had taken the curtains down and they lay in a messy heap next to the towels. They were not dirty but he had decided that since they had to be taken down anyway, he would wash them as well.

Will pulled the shirt he had been holding over his head and strode out of the room. The shower he had taken had felt like paradise.

The first floor was quiet and he turned to the kitchen. Hannibal had left about thirty minutes ago to change his clothes and to get what he would need for the next day. The older man had decided to come with Will out on the sea the next day.

On Tuesdays, Will usually had the afternoon off because Muta drove down to the harbour and helped out with repairs. The blonde wanted to take the noon off as well. He felt like spending a day out on the water. It was a break from the same old routine.

The dish washer had finished while Will had taken his shower and he started to unload it. The time it took to put the dishes and cutlery away, Will used to contemplate the happenings of this day. And there was a lot to contemplate.

Their reunion had turned out very different from what he had expected it to. For a very long time he had feared the moment when he would come to face with people from his past and his greatest fear had been to meet Hannibal Lecter again. This fear had not had so much to do with being afraid of dying or possible physical pain. The fear had had to do with remembering things that he preferred to stay buried in the past.

During his time running from one place to the other Will had often wondered what he would do should he come to stop and settle down. And when he had indeed settled down his thoughts had resolved around what would happen should his mind settle down as well.

A big question was of course what would lead to his settling down. Body and mind. Body was simple. It was the need of rest. Settling down in one place to be able to come to a rest and not hurry around never sure where you will end up and for how long you have to stay there before moving on. Mind was a far more complicated and difficult matter. The mind simply refused to settle and calm down together with the body.

Long after Will had made his home in Port of Spain his mind still was reeling, simply refusing to step back and relax as well. A settled body and a travelling mind were not a good combination though and so Will had had to throttle his racing mind with alcohol. Numb it so that it was not able to flee and leave him behind. He simply refused to lose his mind.

And then his past had caught up with him. First in the person of Dr. Alan Bloom. His tied down mind had started to struggle against the alcoholic bonds and tried to free itself from the restraint. Once Bloom had lost his temper and his patience he had left Will. This should have given him the time to get a better grip again.

Only things had turned out different than he had expected and now he was surprised to find that the thing it had taken for his mind to settle and calm down was the very thing he had been running from.

Will had always considered it a sign of weakness on his part to give in to Lecter and he had feared what would happen should he let his imagination and mind free. Maybe he would go insane, maybe he would become somebody else.

But he noticed that nothing of the like had happened. Fact was that he saw things clearer than ever before and that he had found a balance and strength inside himself that surprised him. So many times in the past he had considered himself weak but in retrospect he realised that where he first had seen and perceived weakness was an incredible strength in reality.

This change in perception made him not only see his own past actions and decisions in a different light but he also saw other people’s actions differently now. He could now understand the true rea-sonings and motivations that had before not been visible for him.

The more Will thought about the past and how he and others had acted back then, the more he came to the decision that there had been a great discrepancy between what his fellow men had perceived as their rights and what Will now realized would have been their rights. More than once others had used him to reach their goals. It had helped that he had been so busy with tearing himself to pieces that he had not had the time and necessary focus to realize what was happening.

Will was not delusional. He was well aware that even Lecter had played with him back then, but unlike most others he had not done so by making Will doubt himself even more. No, this was not how Han-nibal Lecter achieved things. He wanted to win in a battle of wit and intelligence.

And now it seemed like he would help Will free himself from the shackles that had tied him down for so long. He was Will’s knight in shining armour.

He put the last plate into the hanging cupboard and closed the dishwasher. Outside the evening was drawing to a close as night spread its dark blanket over the sky and cast everything into shadows. The living room was dark and the sole light inside the room was the dusky twilight from outside.

Will wanted to have a lazy start into the day tomorrow and so he decided to settle his business with Muta now. He crossed the entrance hall to the small table next to the front door. Above the flat sur-face and next to the clothes rack hung a portable phone. Taking the phone down he typed in the pri-vate number of his employer and waited for the dial tone to connect.

He had to wait for the fifth ring before his call was answered.

“Evening, Will.”

“Evening, Muta,” Will slowly went back to the living room. “I wanted to ask if it’s possible to take to-morrow off.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that it should be a problem. You only have ‘til noon anyway and because of the preparations there is not really a lot of business at the moment.” There was the muffled sound of children playing in the back. “Will you be in on Thursday?”

“Thursday?” Will leaned on the wall next to the book shelf and shuffled the magazine lying there around. “Why not on Wednesday?”

“But there is group rehearsal on Wednesday, I told you last week already that the garage stays closed on Wednesday.”

“Right, you did.” A small piece of paper slipped out between the pages of the magazine. A business card. “Sorry, I all forgot about that.”

“No problem. Enjoy your two days off.”

A business card with a Chicago address. Bloom’s business card. “Thanks,” was Will’s distracted reply.


“Bye.”

“Bye.” Will heard the click as Muta hung up the phone on the other end of the line. And he continued to stare at the small paper card.

He then punched the key to switch the phone off and put it aside. All the while staring at the black letters on the paper but not seeing them.


“Think I’ll leave it all behind
Save this bleeding heart of mine”


The cool breeze that stroked over his bare arms and naked feet tugged at his clothes and played with the drying strands of his hair. Will sat on the terrace, feet on the seat and his arms wrapped around them. His forehead rested against his drawn up knees and his eyes were closed.

There was tension in his body that resulted from the precarious position on the garden chair. There were the beginnings of strain and a slight ache in his muscles.

He did hear the return of Hannibal but the older man carded his hand through the blonde’s hair once he came to stand next to the occupied chair. The feeling was like a soft massage or like the relaxing hair washes at the hair dresser.

The movement of the fingers stopped and Will could feel the soft cotton of the other’s shirt brush against his bare arm as the older man leaned over him.

There was a short silence before Hannibal’s voice reached his ear. “Were you bored? Did you want to make a call?” The voice was without any inflection but the blonde knew that this did not mean that the older man was indifferent to the topic. Quite the contrary, in fact.

Will decided though to ignore the question. He wanted that Hannibal put the same trust in Will that he did in the older man. He had been left to answer his questions by himself, proving that Will trusted Hannibal to make the right decisions. The blonde wanted the other to put the same trust in him and to answer this question himself as well.

“I already called Muta. He said that tomorrow is fine.” There was the sound of a car stopping outside the garden. The music blasted loudly out of the open windows and there was the sound of young voices that greeted each other. “I want to head out to the harbour around ten.”

There was no answer to the request but the fingers stayed buried in his hair. Will listened to the con-versation that was going on outside. The music made it difficult to listen in though. But not only for Will. If the volume of the conversation was any indication, it seemed that the people participating in said conversation had difficulties as well understanding what was being said.

The fingers disappeared from his hair but there as the noise of a chair being put next to Will’s and this time two hands reached for him, one stroking over his ankle and up his leg, the other tracing his lower arm and wrist.

The silence between them stretched but it was not one filled with tension. In fact it was a very relax-ing and companionable feeling that filled Will. There was no need for words. It would most probably only ruin the comfort and peace of the moment.

A loud shout pierced the evening as the enthusiastic group was joined by even more people. There was a temporary increase in volume before the music suddenly stopped and the sound of the conver-sation started to lower as the party of friends retreated to the house of the host.

He lifted his head and opened his eyes, searching out Hannibal’s face. The older man’s features were relaxed and his maroon eyes had an amused glimmer. Apparently the lack of response to his question was of no greater concern to him.

The chair had been arranged in a way that enabled Hannibal to face Will’s side. The older man leaned closer and smiled indulgently.

“Did you get everything you need for tomorrow or do we have to make detour to get the rest tomor-row before heading out?” Will reached with his hand for the fingers that stroked over his lower arm.

“Everything I need is in the car.”

The older man captured Will’s hand and guided it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of the younger man’s hand. But the gesture soon lost all of its chastity when the other started to lick from the back of the hand to the fingers and he sucked the ring finger into the hot mouth.

Will’s breath hitched and he had trouble with keeping his balance on the chair. The eyes that had been studying him all the time grew more intense in colour and the reddish tint took on a crimson quality.

The other hand crawled from the ankle it had been occupied with to the inseam of the pants Will was wearing and they dug into the tensed thighs. Slowly they reached their goal between the blonde’s legs and started rubbing against the growing hardness there.

The tongue that was wrapped around Will’s fingers cleaned the digit better than any thorough wash could have done and the suction of Hannibal’s mouth implied unmistakeably what the other had in mind with Will. A last lick and then the older man tugged at the blonde’s hand.

After a short moment of unfolding himself from the chair, the younger man climbed in Hannibal’s lap, wrapping arms and legs around the other’s body. He buried his face in the strong neck and nibbled on the soft skin there. Each small lick was followed by an even smaller bite.

The hand that had been rubbing the blonde through the pants before was now busy with unbuttoning the piece of clothing and sneaked into the opening. The palm was warm and possessed the perfect mixture of rough and soft to ensure a pleasurable experience. The fingers carded through the coarse pubic hair before closing around the erection still trapped inside the pants.

The other hand had in the meantime come to rest on Will’s back to keep the blonde man balanced. The heat from the touch seared through the fabric as if branding the younger as the older man’s property.

Will started to suck harder on the skin he had been playing with so far as the pumping of his erect member increased. It got harder by the minute to keep from moaning and thrusting into the hand. He really could do without entertaining the whole neighbourhood with his vocalisation of the pleasure that coursed through his body.

The sudden swipe over the engorged head of his penis proved to be too much for him though. A loud groan escaped him that he tried to cover up by kissing Hannibal. He had decided that the best strat-egy would be to keep his mouth happy so that he was not able to make any further noises.

His whole body felt like a tightly strung bow and he longed for the moment when he could let go.

Hannibal squeezed the erect member and once more rubbed over the sensitive head. In the mean-time the hand that had been steadying Will had slowly slipped down and was at the moment worming into the trousers, working its way towards their goal. The fingers slipped between the cheeks and headed for the puckered skin of the opening. Once there they were starting to massage the muscles to relax them.

The pace of the pumping increased and Will could feel the pressure of the nearing orgasm. He broke their kiss and thrust into the hand around his erection with abandon, sighing and grunting his pleas-ure.

It only took a couple of more thrusts, squeezes and a finger pressing into his body to send him over the edge. His whole body tensed and froze as he spent himself in his pants, covering Hannibal’s hand in semen.


“It’s a matter of trust
You don’t care about us”