Hannibal: A Heart That Bleeds Gold

Who Arte In Heaven

Where was he?

Will had woken up in a strange room. He lays on a huge soft bed covered around with pillows. The room had art on the walls of the garden of Eden. There was a large window allowing sunlight to shine into the room.

Where the hell was he?

He remembered being attacked and that was it. Now he was in a strange room and that made Will grow nervous. Will reached up and touched at his head when he lowers his hand he saw red blood “ damn it….do they know ?“ Will jumps out the bed and stumbled towards a mirror.

God he looked like a mess

His hair was thrown about and dried and freshly new blood was either caked into the side of his head or dripping down slowly. “ This can't be happening…. I can't let anyone see this! Of course this happens! After everything! Now I have to get hurt! Is this your sick and twisted act of revenge Hannibal!?” Will glared at himself through the mirror reflection” are you sending me bad luck even in death!?”

“ No, I wouldn't say death and I wouldn't say bad luck. I think you just make poor choices “ a arm wrapped around Will's waist and then another arm “ you've been a bad boy”

Will heard the storm outside loud and clear now and he now felt Hannibal right against him. Will felt what was left of his energy vanish completely and he turned as white as a ghost. The dead couldn't be brought back to life could it? It made no sense though. Yet, here Will was looking at the mirror and now seeing Hannibal behind him. He felt this man against him and he smelled him. That sweet and rich smell “..... How”

Thunder strikes loudly making the walls shake. What had happened to the sunny sky? What had happened to the sunshine coming through the room? Was it sunny before? Or was Will imagining it? When did the beautiful day turn into a hellish storm “.... You're fake…you're not real” Will whispers

Hannibal held in his laugh as he gently rubs Will's stomach a little” I am real” he slowly licked the blood dripping down Will's cheek “ I'm all but real”

Will felt a shiver go down his whole body. His eyes went wide at the feeling but also pure fear that went through him “ no….no no… NO… you're not REAL” Will grabbed at a small vase on the table in front of the mirror and tried to hit Hannibal with it in hopes maybe this was just a dream but the vase shattered before it could even hit Hannibal. Will's hand was what got damaged and pain just shot through his hand. Glass was stuck in it and red blood just started to drip from the wounds

“ Now you know that this is real and not a dream” Hannibal mumbled against Will's neck “ but if you don't believe me then I'll do more “ and with that he slowly bits down on Wills neck. Blood started to slowly drip into Hannibals mouth and God was it intoxicating.

Pain

To much pain!

It hurt!

It hurt so bad! Will's hand hurt and his neck hurt too but that pain on his neck turned to a small spark of pleasure as he felt Hannibal slowly suck on his neck “ Ah~ stop”

He did stop at his word. Hannibal stopped but did give a small kiss against Will's neck “ as you wish my sweet Will” Hannibals voice was deep with lust. Will could feel Hannibals hardness against him yet Will didn't dare move an inch “ you're a monster… be cast away”

“ Away from what? You're treating me like I'm not human” Hannibal smiled and looks at Will's hand “ if only you would have just listened and been a good boy. I wouldn't have to hurt you like that then. I hate hurting the things I love”

Love?

Will has had enough

He stomps hard on Hannibal's foot before he slams his head back against Hannibals face. That earned Will a beautiful reward