Losing You Terrifies Me

Chapter 18

A/N: There's a lot of Italian in this chapter. Hannibal quotes a poem and I tried to keep that poem all together in the translation below. I hope that works out.

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Will sighed, falling into Hannibal's touch, resting back against Hannibal's chest, head resting on Hannibal's shoulder, eyes closed as the headache washed away from the pressure point being held.

"You taught me that, didn't you?" Will asked softly, feeling Hannibal's lips at his temple. Hannibal hummed in answer and Will inhaled deeply, letting Hannibal's warmth seep into his skin and cradle him. "That's been about the only thing to get rid of my migraines. I think medicine has reached its effectiveness."

"I'm glad I was of help," Hannibal whispered, his free arm wrapping around Will's front and pulling the empath closer. Hannibal's back was fully against the headboard of his bed, Will between his legs, letting the man just relax in his grip. Something that Will shouldn't have been as open to as he was. "Was this all that you needed?"

Will shook his now clear head, keeping his eyes closed. "This case isn't adding up," Will replied, another sigh leaving him as Hannibal's lips pressed into the dip of his jaw. His neck stretched out to give Hannibal more room to work, Hannibal taking full advantage of Will's neck.

"Tell me about it," Hannibal instructed softly against Will's pulse that fluttered deliciously under his lips.

"You don't mind?"

"I used to consult for the FBI, Will." Hannibal's fingers slid under Will's shirt, finger tracing over the scar that he had left there years before. "I kill people." A shiver rippled through Will as teeth grazed over his cheek. God, he was in too deep. "I was your psychiatrist. Who knows your mind better?"

"Stop," Will breathed out, free hand catching Hannibal's. "I can't think when you're touching me like this."

"Do you have to think?" Hannibal teased, hot tongue licking at the shell of Will's ear and enticing a moan from Will. Hannibal gave a small chuckle and nipped at his ear, enjoying the way that Will's hand jumped up to snatch into silver hair. "Forgive me." Hannibal stopped his assault and Will gave a deep breath, only seeming to further relax into Hannibal, so much more relaxed that he had been when Hannibal had been trying to show the man his becoming. "What about this case has you so distraught?"

"It involves Walter now."

"Your son."

Will gave a nod and opened his eyes, letting his fingers brush through Hannibal's silky soft hair. Hannibal leaned into the touch and Will gave a small smile. "This is so teenager," he commented as Hannibal snatched his hand and placed a kiss into his palm and then to the life force in his wrist. "Me sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night because I'm being chased by monsters."

"Did you do that often as a teenager?" Hannibal asked curiously against Will's wrist.

"To go camping during the summer every now and then. I didn't have many friends growing up and even fewer girlfriends. If my father was a little more drunk than normal I would

wander the forests. We always seemed to live near a forest of some sort."

"What were you looking for?"

"I'm not sure," Will answered softly, thinking back to his childhood. "I think I found it once though, whatever it is." Hannibal waited patiently for Will to continue, listening in interest as he let Will's hand go and circled his arm back around Will to keep him firmly in place, held in comfort, letting Will know that anything said between them was safe. "It was near September, I think," Will began, sitting up a little bit. "The leaves on the trees were changing color and the forest floor was covered in them. The satisfyingly crunchy ones."