This Is My Design.

Part 11. In which we have some surprising guests.

'Well, that was surprising,' Hannibal said as Scully disappeared out of the window.

'Yes, but convenient,' Will purred.

Hannibal looked from himself—wearing only his boxers and cuffed to the bed—to Will—scarred and yet powerful and free.

'So, Will,' he said, 'are you going to just stand there, or are you going to kiss me?' Unable to refrain a moment longer, Will took Hannibal in his arms, devouring him with his mouth. Suddenly Hannibal's arm was free, and Will was pinned to the bed.

Hannibal gazed down into Will's face. 'The power shifts,' he said, and pressed his mouth to Will's, biting his bottom lip.

Drawing blood, Hannibal tasted Will. 'Delicious.'

Just then, there was a knock at the door. 'Ignore it,' Will pleaded.

'Room service,' called a voice.

Hannibal's eyes lit up. 'Dinner time,' he said pulling on his trousers and opening the door.

Will craned his neck, but Hannibal merely returned with a plate. He theatrically uncovered it.

'A burger?' he asked frowning.

'Yes, red meat. Just what you need to keep your strength up.'

'Is it anyone we know?' Will asked, smiling at his own joke.

'Not the sort of food I normally eat,' Hannibal said. 'But in this case…' He took a hot chip and trailed it down Will's chest.

Just then, the phone rang. It took a moment for Will to realise it was his mobile. Swearing, he answered tersely. 'Yes?'

'We have to leave,' he told Hannibal, hanging up. 'And we have to go handcuffed together.'

'Why?' inquired Hannibal.

'Because I'm kinky, that way,' Will said. 'And because I've just had surprising news. Chilton's alive and in Vienna.'

Within half an hour they were in Cafe Schwarzenberg on the Ringstrasse, their hands chained together under the table.

'Taste this.' Hannibal raised a piece of Milchrahmstrudel to Will's mouth. Leaning over he licked the cream from Will's lips.

'Canoodling like a pair of honeymooners,' Chilton smirked as he joined their table. 'The rumours are true then? You've "eloped."'

Will sat upright. 'No,' he said. 'I've captured the Chesapeake Ripper for the FBI. I'm doing MY JOB.'

Chilton raised a brow.

'And it's not just your job, you're doing,' Chilton tucked a napkin into his collar and took a bite from Hannibal's cake.

'Crudity does not suit you,' stated Hannibal.

'Going to try to kill me again?' tittered Chilton. 'Or are you tied up?'

'Why are you here, Chilton?'

'I have information that will interest you,' Chilton licked his lips. 'About a certain shark.'