in which murder is love language

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hannibal threw the knife at wills head. the younger brunette dodged it swiftly, turning and watching it lodge into the wall.

"what the fuck is your problem!?" he shouted, pulling out a gun.

"you know too much, will. how do i know youre not gonna tell jack?"

he paused, staring blankly into his psychologists eyes. he furrowed his eyebrows and looked away, slightly lowering the gun, scrambling to find an answer that wasnt 'im in love with you'. he took a breath and stuttered

"i dont- i just- im- its" he dropped the gun. "dont do this. dont hurt me."

the older man walked towards will. he pushed him against the wall and gripped his neck tightly. as the fbi agent gasped for breath, clawing at lecters hands, he gave in.

"hannibal, please-" he managed to mutter.

he squeezed tighter, will squeaked. as he struggled to breathe he managed to kick hannibal to the ground and scrambled for something, anything, to defend himself with. as will gasped desperately he scrambled to his gun. but hannibal was faster. he grabbed the gun before will could and pointed it at his head. as he lied on the floor, he swallowed;

"please. dont do this." his voice shook. his mind was racing.

"why not?" hannibal spoke softly, "you have every reason to turn me in, id rather not be confined in a jail cell for the rest of my life, will. ive done a lot of things. ive killed many people. i will not hesitate to kill another to guarantee my freedom, no matter how much i care about them."

will scrambled for an excuse. "what about abigail?" he grunted

"i doubt this would affect her. seeing the man who killed her father lying bloodied and dead on my kitchen floor would probably be nothing short of exhilarating for her."

will squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath. hannibal squatted and pressed the gun to wills temple. the brown haired man inhaled sharply. this was the end, wasn't it?

"its a shame, will graham. i really did like you. i will mourn you endlessly, if that makes you feel any better." he cocked the gun and pressed it harder to wills head. "any last words?"

will sighed softly and muttered a single phrase, four words, voice quivering, hoping they would save his life. or maybe he wanted those words to truly be his last.

"i love you, hannibal."

taken aback, hannibal pulled away. "wh-"

before a full word could leave his maw, will repeated his words slightly louder.

"i love you, hannibal." quieter this time, he spoke; "i love you. i always have. since we met, since i first looked into your eyes. youre perfection, youre absolute perfection." he sighed once more, trying to contain himself. "you are the most charming, handsome man i have ever met. i have always loved you, hannibal lecter. i wouldnt tell jack anything. but if youre gonna kill me, it would be a shame for my life to end before you knew."

he looked at the man he had just confessed his undying love to, tears welling in his eyes. hannibal tossed the gun to the side and put his hand to wills cheek. he pulled him up as he stood and pulled him into a passionate kiss. as they pulled away, hannibal whispered

"i love you too."

he proceeded to leave his kitchen, leaving will graham alone to think. whatever just happened was fucking insane. but it was love.