(18+) Hannigram Smut | Hannibal

Date du Musée D'art - (Fluff)

Will was not into art. Not into portraits. Not into classic landscape paintings. Not into ancient sculptures (though some of them did look somewhat appealing... never mind that). Not into impressionist or expressionist paintings. And not into any other form of modern art like Kandinsky or Klee. And certainly not into contemporary art. But what could he do if he was hanging out with "cultured" people like Hannibal.

And so, he was sitting in one of the rooms of the Louvre, staring at the broad back of his lover. Hannibal had been standing in front of the same painting for at least twenty minutes He had been talking non-stop for at least nineteen and a half minutes since reaching this particular piece of art, which Will couldn't even see from where he was sitting, as it was hidden behind Hannibal's imposing figure. Not that he would have been interested in any case. The only thing he was interested in was Hannibal's well-trained body. One wouldn't think that someone so enthralled with modern art and pretentious classical music would have such a fit body, but Will was very thankful he did.

Well, there was little Will could do now, or in general, about what people around them thought about his strange lover, still chatting away, not to anyone in particular. He did tell Hannibal to shut up more often than not when he started on art, but he also indulged him sometimes. 

However, the more time Hannibal made Will spend in art galleries and museums, the more his interest waned. Looking at Hannibal's muscular back, the subtle movements of his shoulder blades under the cotton shirt, the thick legs in the dark, slightly dressy pants and the well-formed buttocks in the same, was amusing. But he had seen his fair share of the aforementioned. So, Will let his gaze wander through the room, and he spotted a security guard on the far end of the room. He was dressed in the usual white shirt, black trousers, black necktie and black leather shoes. His hair was black as well and slightly ruffled, he probably had tried to tame it, but had not entirely succeeded. He stood next to the exit into the next room, a chair beside him. There was always a chair where the security personnel were. Usually they sat on the chair, but Will supposed that one couldn't be sitting for the whole shift. As one probably also couldn't be standing for the whole shift. Both would be equally exhausting and uncomfortable.

Absentmindedly, Will wondered, if to be a security guard at a museum one needed to have some sort of qualification. Like a degree in some history or art related field, just in case some guest or other would have a question or if it was enough to just look terrifying so people did not dare touch or even steal anything. 

"William, are you listening to me?" Hannibal said, still facing the painting infront of him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." He replied.

Hannibal turned around and wandered over to the seat to join Will, shuffling in close to him. Will slumped his head down to rest of Hannibal's shoulder, feeling his deep breaths move his whole body in a wave-like motion. Hannibal placed a soft kiss on Will's forehead.

"Do I tell you enough how breathtaking you look?" Hannibal started, as Will lifted his head off his lover's shoulder.

He turned to face Hannibal, eyes glistening subtly in the mood lighting of the museum.

The two stayed sitting for a minute, both staring intently into eachothers eyes.

"Here, come with me. I think I might know something more your speed." Hannibal said offering his hand out for Will to grasp.

Will let Hannibal pull him to the end of the museum's main hall, to a huge glass wall. Will ducked down a little as they went through the doors and he was hit with a wall of heat and humidity. Hannibal pulled off his jacket, and tied it around his waist. Will looked around and found that, surprisingly, there was no one else in the enclosure, so he started to peel off his own layers until he was in just a white tee shirt.

The enclosure was large, several storeys high, and had huge tropical plants and many, many types of butterflies gliding around. Will looks around in awe, a smile on his lips. Hannibal's lips curled in adoration as the young man pullex out his camera and started to take pictures. He found a bench to plop down on while Will snaped photo after photo.

Will followed a large yellow butterfly with the viewfinder, waiting for it to land so he could take a photo of it. It started to descend and landed on top of something, which was slightly twitching. Tilting his head to the side, Will zoomed out to see Hannibal, looking slightly startled as the butterfly slowly opens and closes its wings. A gasp left Will's lips.

"Don't move!" Will whispered, "Don't scare it!"

Hannibal held deathly still as Will snapped several photos of the butterly resting on the older man's shoulder. It fluttered its wings once more before taking off, Hannibal took a deep breath, before letting out a heavy sigh. Will started going through his photos, smiling at them.

The older man gets an idea, and stands.

"Hey, could I maybe... use your camera?" He said, voice fluttering.

Will smiled and nodded, holding the camera out and giving him a quick run down of the basic features. Hannibal nodded, and turned to take a couple practice shots, letting Will wander off down the path towards the waterfall.

As Will gazed up at the water and the butterflies around, one landed on the back of his head, which Will failed to notice. Hannibal took this opportunity and takes a couple photos of the unsuspecting man. Will heared the shutter snaps and looked over, a blush erupting from his cheeks, and the butterfly on his head flapped away as he lunged for the camera. Hannibal held it higher than the shorter man could reach and rubbed his head, affectionately.

"There was a butterfly," Hannibal swayed with a sly smile, his teeth pulling at his lips.

Will paused, blinking, his blush dying down just a little as Hanniabl handed the camera back to him, showing the picture he took of the butterfly and Will. His eyes twinkled at the photo, his blush returning full force.

"This is really good!" Will smiled up at the taller man.

Hannibal smiled shyly, spluttering a little, his ears reddening. Will smiled bashfully and went to hand the camera back to Hannibal, who happily grasped it and pulled it back up to his face, focusing the lens directly on Will.

Will threw his hand up, blocking the lens with his palm.

"Come on dear!" Hannibal said coyly, shaking Will's hand off the camera. Will obliged and smiled subtly.

"Come on dear, let me see my beautiful boy smile." Hannibal teased.

Will smiled slightly wider, the sides of his lips curling.

"Perfect." Hannibal said, snapping the photo. "You're perfect."