Hannibal is not one person. He is a surgeon, an artist, a psychiatrist, a flower-arranger, a gourmet cook, an oenophile, a brew-meister, a boy who lost his sister, a man who can’t stop killing, and a god. And he gets hungry.
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In Episode 10, we have a six-and-a-half minute seduction/sex scene involving five different characters that is as kinky and subversive and suggestive as any sex scene that you have seen on network television,” he teases. “I would put it as a contender to challenge cable sex scenes — not in terms of the nipple and crack of nakedness — but more in the psychology and sensuality of sex amongst the mad.” But wait, are all five of those people in the same room together? “It depends on how you define room,” replies Fuller, with a chuckle.
Hannibal felt Will’s touch like an electric shock on his neck, his pulse. His hand still on Will’s cheek, with the other’s hands on his own face, he let his thumb wander back toward the ear, lightly stroking it and worshipping the skin there.
"More than kisses…more than sex…." he mouthed, opening to let Will in. "Are you sure there’s anything better than this?" And with the question he drank in Will’s dark intent, his desire to share death, his longing for Hannibal to control things as he used to, as he did when they first met.
And kissing Will felt like the first time….Will had opened for him and then there had been nothing but the two of them and the harsh reality of being on different sides of justice had just dissolved….and they had held each other after Will had found his darkness for the first time. And it seemed now he was reclaiming it and begging for its return in Hannibal, and Hannibal wasn’t going to put up a fight. He thrilled in the acquiescence of sharing blood again.
Their lips separated, the breath passing between them, Hannibal looked into Will’s eyes and stayed there, his thumb still passing over the soft crest of the ear, the other fingers lightly twisting the dark brunette hair behind it. “I had no idea you longed for me to take control,” he murmured. He saw Will’s eyelashes as perfect black arches against his profile, each feature chiseled like art against a flawless canvas. “I thought you were afraid of him. The Ripper. My nature.” He leaned in and inhaled Old Spice and sweat and Lumen’s soft fur, his nose dipping to graze the neck and gently tilt it back.
In Will’s mind, right at that moment, there wasn’t nothing better than this. Than the feeling of Hannibal’s hand, his smooth palms sliding against his flesh, stroking with the slow movements of someone wishing to appease, to overindulge in mere contact. A sweet, breathless whimper slipped past his lips at their kiss, mouths sliding in tune, drinking each other’s essence as one would drink something capable of giving life.
And in a way, Hannibal’s kisses, his passion and his fire, were things that gave Will life.
He stilled once they separated, his gaze misty, pupils blown in pleasure and desire as he unconsciously leaned over, starving for touch, his palms sliding along Hannibal’s waist and pressing their bodies close, running the flat of his hands along Hannibal’s back as he slowly, almost lazily, slid his lips along the strong jaw, nuzzling between soft kisses, “I long for you… to feel complete. Just that.” He murmured, stilling a gasp as he let his hair being pulled, and without a thought he bared his neck, his Adam apple moving in a slow, sinuous slide as he gazed at Hannibal through half lidded eyes.”I am not afraid. Not anymore. For I know you… and I know your darker self. And I find myself drawn to both.”
He gasped quietly at the sweet, light touch, his palms running along Hannibal’s hair, “I love you… All of you. Your light, and your darkness… Your past, and your future. Everything” He murmured, his hold on Hannibal’s hair tightening, gripping him as one would grip salvation and air and life.
can we discuss how will called it a “kitchen conversation”? it makes them sound so domestic. like “so sorry i was pulled away, darling. i had to go to jail for a bit thanks to you. but i’m back now. what were you saying about the grocery list?”
Hannibal would make a thousand phone calls to find out that Will shakes when fresh blood flecks into his mouth and eyes, and he can’t believe how lucky he is that he only needed to make the one.