Hannibal fanfiction!

Not so secret.

It had been almost an hour when Will Graham arrived, he raced into the house like a bolt of lightning.

You spin around on the stool next to the kitchen bench and face him. Your eyes narrow at him and he freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

"Is that blood?" You point to his shirt where there are a lot of unmistakeable red blotches.

Will looked down at himself and blushed at the mess.

"Y..yes." He stammered. Wiping blood of this face with his sleeve. "We were inspecting a body. Hannibal arrived when you called, but he wanted me to make sure ... That you were fine."

"There's still some on your mouth." You point out.

Will's arm came up to wipe the blood from his lips but he stopped and turned just in time for you both to see Hannibal stride through the front door.

He was neat as usual, his hair was perfect and his suit was straightened.

He stopped next to Will, placing his hand on the blood stained mans shoulder. Will stiffened, his face flushed more than earlier.

Hannibal smirked, looking at Will for only a second more and began to walk over to you.

"Make yourself at home, Will." He said without turning his head as he sat next to you on a seat of his own.

He looked at you deeply and your stomach just about did a back flip. His eyes were a work of art. His face, perfectly carved. His lips...

You leaned back from Hannibal, your mouth falling open.

"You are very clean compared to Will..." You say slowly staring at Hannibal's mouth.

"Yes, I never touched the body of the deceased. It was not needed."

Your eyes narrowed and you turned to Will who was staring directly at his feet with no intention of looking up again. His lips still stained from the blood.

You turn back to Doctor Lecter.

"You know it's funny," you begin cupping the side of Hannibal's face with your hand. "Will has the same pattern of blood on his lips... As you do."

Hannibal froze, his hand touched his mouth and he looked at his now slightly bloody hand. Will made a strange noise over near the door. 

You clear your throat. As obvious as this was, you still needed to ask.

"So was this just a spontaneous thing?" You ask them both gently.

Will walks over to you and Hannibal, still avoiding eye contact and they both shake their heads.

"It's alright, you know.." You say quietly. "It's just, Hannibal, we can no longer do what we have been doing..."

Hannibal leans over to you. 

"No."

"No?"

"I'm not letting you go. Either of you."

You and Will exchange confused looks.

"We are family now."

Your head is spinning, what on earth was going on? Is he dating both of us? Am I dating both of them? All you could do is open and close your mouth silently.

Hannibal stood up and began to walk into the hallway. 

"If either of you leave," he said clenching his fist and smirking "I will only bring you back here."

You look at Will, unsure of how to feel. There was something strangely comforting about knowing Hannibal didn't want to give you up.

Will sighed, his face still flushed.

"I...I'm okay with this." He stammered. 

"This is insane... But I think... I am okay with this too."