Yearn | Hannigram

bloody waters

- my art above-

Hot Caribbean sun hit Will's pale cheeks early in the afternoon. It smelled like the sea and Will let out a sigh of relief that they hadn't been caught by cops the second they got off the plane.

      But, he didn't really relax until they'd gotten into the cab. Finally the heavy weight of Jack's death felt a little lighter. They were thousands of miles from Baltimore, and they could just disappear for a while.

      Having FBI agents as acquaintances when you're a serial killer is probably about as stressful as it can get. Will hadn't really thought about how happy he and Hannibal could be away from everything, until Scotland. After their trip Will dreamed of freedom most nights. Dreamed of Hannibal's bloody hands smearing all over his skin in the moonlight. Fucking him into the grass of Scottish meadows.

      But, even now, they weren't free, and they needed to be conscious and careful of every step they made. Hannibal had them driven to the far side of the island, away from the bustle of the coast. The roads turned to dirt and the city blended into the jungle.

They were traveling as a honeymooning couple and honestly Will blushed when Hannibal referred to him as 'mari', husband in french, to their cab driver. Hannibal seemed to notice and Will saw his eyebrows raise in amusement.

Hannibal had rented a bungalow on nestled where the forest meets a private beach. The cab let them out at the top of the driveway. Winston ran out, bouncing around and bolting toward the water. Immediately Will was taken aback by the greenery, big leaves hanging over them shaded the path to the house. Pink and purple flowers cradling the bungalow. Will had never been anywhere like this... never even been out of the country until he met Hannibal.

Regardless of how sweaty he was, Will was happy. He let out a little laugh as Winston spun around in the grass, trying to bite a big plant. Will didn't know how long they'd be here but he started to feel like he could enjoy whatever time they spent in a place like this.

"How do you feel?" Hannibal asked as he carried the bags into the house. Will offered to help but Hannibal just gave him a smile and shook his head.

"Good. Excited... still scared of what might happen back home." Will sighed, placing his shoes on the floor and quickly getting changed into shorts. It was far too hot for a shirt anyways so he decided to just not bother.

      "As is life, my love." Hannibal walked to the edge of the porch, grabbing the last of the bags. "I'll get everything set up inside, why don't you go see where Winston ran off to. I'll meet you by the water in a few." He kissed Will on the cheek and headed up the stairs.

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The sea here was nothing like the cold, blue black waters of the north atlantic. As Will walked onto the warm sand, he smelled flowers and salt. The water was brilliantly teal and crystal clear, summer breeze swaying palm trees. Their beach was surrounded only by jungle and jagged rocks, so secluded. It really felt like their own little paradise.

Winston was splashing around in the water, looking happy. Will used to swim a lot as a kid, his dad would be working on ships in the yard and he'd run over to the little beach in town. Swim for hours, floating in the murky water of the bay. He was alone a lot as a child, spending forever in his own head. In the bay, he'd watch birds fly over the sky and the dead fish float up to the top of the water. It was an escape, but this was something else entirely.

Will never thought he'd end up somewhere like this. Honestly, if you'd asked a younger Will where he'd be at this point in his life he would have said dead and buried next to his mother; Forever trapped in the bayou.

      Now he was in the Caribbean, in a giant seaside bungalow with his lover. The flew here on a private jet, for christ sake. And, sure, he was on the run from a number of murders and his boyfriend was a bloodthirsty cannibal. But, he was in love with that cannibal. Head over fucking heels for him, in fact. And, where better run away to?

"Beautiful isn't it?" Hannibal said.

Will whipped his head around and his jaw nearly dropped, Hannibal was in a short swimsuit and nothing else. His fresh wounds from the fight looked oddly gorgeous, like a roman god after battle. His sharp cheekbone bruised, pouty lip split. Shadows of ferns and flowers cast against his muscular thighs and bare chest. Will's mouth went dry and he felt his face heat up. "Y-yes it is."

Hannibal smirked, walking passed him and into the water. "I usually prefer a more mild climate, but I'm beginning to see why it seems like everyone in the world wishes they could live like this."

Will tried to put himself together, shuffling off his shorts and running to his lover in the waves. He felt a bit embarrassed, he'd forgotten to put anything else on but the only pair of shorts he had. But Hannibal surely didn't seem to mind.

In fact, the older man grabbed him harshly, pushing him into the cerulean water. Smashing their lips together as they laid on the bottom of the sea, Will opened his eyes a bit, mesmerized by Hannibal's silver blonde locks floating above him. He looked inhuman in the blue water, small bubbles surrounding him. He'd wished he could keep them open longer, but the salt of the sea began to burn.

      After popping up from under the waves they started wrestling like kids, splashing around. Will had gotten on Hannibal's back and they'd walked far into the water, til Hannibal could barely keep his head up. Floating in the deep waters, Winston barking at them from the beach.

      As they kneeled on the sand, finally in the shallow shore Will wrapped his arms around Hannibal's neck, and they finally stopped to catch their breath as the sun went down. "I can't believe we're here. Never thought I'd even leave Louisiana."

"I can't believe you're here with me, mylimasis."

       Hannibal never thought he could get Will like this, wet and pressed against his chest. Biting on his lip and sucking the blood off his tongue. Rolling around in the sand and drinking cocktails. Will looked stunning, his eyes blue as the sea and grinning with the big goofy smile he only gets after a few drinks.

Their lips seemed to blend, just as their minds did, tasting the salty water on each other's mouths. Hands tangled in wet hair for seemingly days as the sky turned lilac.

      Hannibal had to slap himself a few times, realizing this man who was playing around in the water with him was the same one who had Jack's liver between his teeth last night. Who'd sent someone to pin him like Jesus on the cross and bleed out. God, Hannibal was so in love with this vicious beauty.

They stayed on the beach for hours, watching the moon rise. It was picturesque and peaceful. Hannibal wished they could go out, get some good food and he could spoil Will a bit at the shops, get his mind off everything. But for now, hiding away in the jungle with his little monster was perfectly okay with him.