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Imagine Will, after seeing Abigail alive, turning to face Hannibal.
"You were supposed... to leave." He looks straight into his eyes and sees the betrayal shining back at him. He himself feels betrayed. He warned Hannibal so that he could run. But yet, here the man stood.
"You were supposed... to leave." He looks straight into his eyes and sees the betrayal shining back at him. He himself feels betrayed. He warned Hannibal so that he could run. But yet, here the man stood.
Will wanted to scream at the man to leave, to get out before the police showed up. But all he could do was stare at Hannibal in silence as the man spoke, "We couldn't leave without you."
Will felt his heart shatter like a broken teacup.
Will felt his heart shatter like a broken teacup.
He kept eye contact with Hannibal as emotions ran through him, knowing he had hurt Hannibal with his betrayal, but also certain that Hannibal did not deserve his sympathy, his /empathy/.
This man was the Chesapeake Ripper. This man manipulated him, and messed with his mind. This man framed him for five murders.
But Will was finding it difficult to hate Hannibal for being the Ripper. He understood Hannibal in a way most others could not, because of his empathy.
But Will was finding it difficult to hate Hannibal for being the Ripper. He understood Hannibal in a way most others could not, because of his empathy.
... Oh who was Will kidding? It wasn't just his empathy that allowed him to understand Hannibal. It was his own inner darkness, the part of him that Hannibal had been trying to bring closer to the surface ever since they first met.
Hannibal had hurt him greatly with his manipulations, with his mind games, but to Hannibal, he was doing what would ultimately be best for Will.
And while the man had gotten him arrested, he had only done that because Will had been on the edge of discovering the truth about him.
And while the man had gotten him arrested, he had only done that because Will had been on the edge of discovering the truth about him.
Plus, Hannibal had eventually proven Will's innocence by having the Ripper take credit for the Copycat murders. He hadn't let him rot in a cell or be given the lethal injection.
Will wanted SO badly to hate Hannibal. But he couldn't. Without his permission, the man had forced his way into Will's heart and mind.
... Seeing Hannibal covered in blood was also doing strange things to Will's body. He was forced to fight back a shudder of â not disgust â
... Seeing Hannibal covered in blood was also doing strange things to Will's body. He was forced to fight back a shudder of â not disgust â
but arousal.
Even his body was betraying him, and in such a horrible situation too.
Hannibal's hand on his face burned like fire, and just that simple touch was enough to make Will want to drop to his knees for this man.
Their close proximity was making Will feel weak.
Even his body was betraying him, and in such a horrible situation too.
Hannibal's hand on his face burned like fire, and just that simple touch was enough to make Will want to drop to his knees for this man.
Their close proximity was making Will feel weak.
His legs felt ready to give out, and the heat pooling in his lower abdomen felt like it was about to ignite into flames, or erupt like an active volcano.
The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
And then a second later, it was.
Will cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain as Hannibal's knife penetrated his body. His abdomen burned with hot pulses of sharp pain, while at the same time, pulses of pleasure raced throughout his body and centered on his cock.
Will cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain as Hannibal's knife penetrated his body. His abdomen burned with hot pulses of sharp pain, while at the same time, pulses of pleasure raced throughout his body and centered on his cock.
Then, Hannibal moved the knife across Will's abdomen, causing a gush of blood to flow from the wound, while Will moaned and clutched onto Hannibal desperately.
The duel sensations were too intense for Will to handle and as Hannibal held Will's head on his shoulder, keeping him close in an emotional embrace, Will's cock starting spurting hot cum into his jeans.
Hannibal held onto Will through his shudders as his sudden orgasm died down.
Hannibal held onto Will through his shudders as his sudden orgasm died down.
While Hannibal politely ignored what had just happened in favor of talking about time and shattered teacups coming together, Will couldn't help thinking â
'As if I needed any /more/ proof that I'm a masochist...'
(THE END)
'As if I needed any /more/ proof that I'm a masochist...'
(THE END)
This turned out way more angsty than I was expecting it to tbh. This is what happens when I get to thinkin' @Bello7a.
Hopefully it doesn't suck lol.
Hopefully it doesn't suck lol.
