Stuck up prick

my dogs!

Will finds himself waking up to a soft warmth over his whole body, sitting it slowly he discovers he was covered by a nice  velvety blanket and a doona, he pulls the back to realise he was only in his boxers, flustered and confused he covers himself back up again, looking around for Hannibal and his t-shirt, noticing it on the arm of the couch with his uniform folded neatly in a nicepile on the coffee table, before catching a glimpse of a clock over the fireplace, such a regal wooden clock, so- modern, Will found it so fascinating he had to double check for the time, 3:56....wow- he steadily gets up, no shaking legs, no sweat, bingo. Will wraps himself in the red velvety blanket before stumbling around the huge house, before heading upstairs, spotting a room, the a door 1/4ths open, slowly he creaks the door open, spotting a figure in the bed, lightly snoring, he can tell who it is by the figure being shined apon from the small, soft ray of moonlight coming from the window. Knowing it was his friend, he quietly takes a quiet step inside, making sure he doesn't step too hard, and ever so gently clambers into the bed, laying next to the blonde man with the blanket he took with him from downstairs, snuggling  up into it, he can't help but look around, what a beautiful room, he can't help but look at  Hannibal, who's making a soft, light snoring noise, moonlight bouncing off his features, Will never really got a look before,  but now that he can see him properly, it's like a painting he didn't know existed.

Will can't help closing his eyes again, drifting off, however, this time is different, Will dreams something he's never dreamt before, it started off normal, he was at home, with all his dogs he's picked up, when the sound of hooves sound on his porch, he goes to open his door, a large, black feathered stag stands at his door, his heart races and it prances inside, with a regal sense to it, it sniffs at Wills dogs, Winston jumps into action, biting roughly at the stags back right leg, the stag retaliates and kicks it's leg in a flinch of pain, flicking Winston across the cabin, he lets out a whine and in the blink of an eye Will's startled awake to the sound of Hannibal's voice. "my dogs!" Will calls out a she sits up in panic
"Will!....Wake up, are you ok?.." Hannibal queries Will, trying to comfort him. Will shakes his head, "I-I....." he stammers on his words... "Hannibal I-" he looks around, remembering the he had fallen asleep here, it's now in the daylight Will realises, Hannibal's not exactly- wearing a shirt, he can't help but stare at the fur, Hannibal's only around 23 how can he be so- fluffy looking?, Hannibal doesn't let this go un-noticed, "would you rather I have a top on Will? sorry if I have made you uncomfortable in this moment" his tone is soft and caressing, Will shakes his head, "no-it's fine" he buries his head in his palms grumbling "I need to check on my dogs-" his voice is monotone, tired and drained. 

Hannibal nods, and slowly gets up from the bed, offering Will a hand up, in which he declines, shuffling the blanket off his body before standing up, rubbing his head he turns to face Hannibal, who's now dressing in a light blue shirt, purple floral tie and his matching dark blue suit, Will frowns 'can't he wear something normal for once?' he thinks silently to himself. both men head down stairs, Will going straight to the folded uniform, better then just his white tee and boxers, just as he finishes doing up his belt, Hannibal hands Will his book  on murderous minds, he smiles back at the taller man, tucking the book under his arm.

"Alright Will, what bus stop do you stop at?" Hannibal politely asks Will returns him with a raised eyebrow, "you're coming with me? he sure, I guess, I don't remember the name, but I know what it looks like, I live in Wolftrap if that helps-" Will shrugs, grabbing his book bag, throwing it over his shoulder, Hannibal's eyes open wider than his usual half closed overlook "Will- you're an hour away from home" the black haired man nods " well yeah, price to pay for a nice meal I suppose" Hannibal smiles with a small blush back at this, he walks to the door and holds it open for Will who nods at Hannibal on his way out.