After The Fall - Hannigram

Kneaded Feelings

The man stood shocked as Hannibal still stood before him. The gun wasn't loaded. Hannibal knocked the gun from the man's hand and pointed the gun to his chest. "Get out of here." Hannibal demanded with all his might, using all of his will not to shoot this man's heart out of his chest. "You never see me. I never see you." Hannibal growled as he fired the gun up through the ceiling. The suited men quickly removed themselves from the building. Hannibal looked around quickly before collapsing to his knees. "Hannibal..." Will tensed as he tried to free himself one last time, it was useless. "Hannibal... say something Hannibal." Salty tears streamed down Will's bloody cheeks and neck. Hannibal's head hung low. The air was thick. The room was silent. The faint noise of dripping blood could be heard from a mile.

Hannibal lifted his head and took a deep breath in. "We assign a moment to decide, to dignify the process as a timely result of rational and conscious thought." Hannibal's eyes began to water as he used all of his strength to stand up. "But decisions are made of kneaded feelings; they are more often a lump than a sum." After picking up the knife from the floor Hannibal limped his way over to Will. Hannibal cut the ties from Will's wrists before kneeling down in front of him, freeing his ankles. "I say what I mean Will." Hannibal still knelt before Will. "I could not love someone more than you. I physically cannot, do not, want to live life without you present in. Being terrified isn't something I dwell on. That being stated we need to move now, can you wal-" Hannibal was cut off by Will's lips crashing into his. Will took Hannibal's face in his hands and pulled the doctor closer with every ounce of energy left. It took a few seconds for Hannibal to understand what was going on until he finally relaxed into Will. Hannibal grabbed Will's blood-stained collar pushing deeper into the kiss. Will took a breath, "Let's go." Hannibal let out a smile as he stood up. Hannibal grabbed Will under one of his arms helping Will out of the broken wooden chair. Will let out a small grown as he stood. "Are you okay?" Hannibal put his arm around Will's waist as Will put his arm around Hannibal's neck. "Let's go home..." Will smiled.

To their advantage night fell as the two bloody men made their way home. No one could see them like this. They crept around the back of their apartment and slowly helped each other up the stairs and into their dim home. Half-made breakfast lay upon the table as the moonlight reflected off of the cutlery. Both men bloody and bruised collapsed onto the couch. "They must know we are here..." Will took a gasp for air as he turned to face Hannibal. "I doubt we have much time before Jack is bursting through that door Hannibal. What are we supposed to do?" Will starts unbuttoning his bloody shirt and drags his hand through his curly hair. "Do you trust me, Will?" Hannibal questioned as he held Will's face with one hand. Will closed his eyes at the doctor's touch and took a deep breath in. "With my life..." Will let out a small whisper. Hannibal gently moved Will's curls away from his eyes and planted a soft kiss onto Will's forehead. Both men headed to the bathroom to clean up.