Yearn | Hannigram

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Sadly, the men could not spend all their time in the cloudy dreary hills of Scotland. They could not devour each other piece by piece until the housekeeper comes to find two skeletons in a tender embrace. Rotting together into that blood soaked bed for eternity. As much as Will and Hannibal wanted to disappear and never turn back, they had obligations; jobs, and things they had to deal with back in Maryland.

     The FBI and the killers were far too close for comfort at the moment, but severing that chord hastily would make it messy for everyone involved. If they were to separate themselves from their previous lives they had to do it tenderly, and subtly. So as to not draw unwanted attention to their midnight behaviors.

It was the morning after Hannibal had swallowed his lover's flesh, dewdrops cradled the roses and grass around the grand stone mansion. In the kitchen, Hannibal was cooking breakfast for the lovers.

     Will thought he looked so soft in his sweater, pajama pants and slippers. Warm sunlight beginning to leak through the foggy windows as the Killer cooked seared waiter with a side of eggs benedict, roasted heirloom potatoes and crisp freshly picked tomatoes from the garden round the back of the property.

Hannibal smiled widely as he put the beautifully organized plate in front of his lover, who happily devoured the flesh and creamy eggs. Will was once obviously hesitant eating the meat Hannibal prepared for them, but as more and more blood that soaked his lover's hands-he became more comfortable with the way Hannibal lived his life. The way they both lived, now. He eagerly wished to help Hannibal in the kitchen but Hannibal preferred to have full control.

"How is it, Darling?" Hannibal asked, taking a seat on the stool next to Will, sinking his teeth into the crispy flesh that decorated half the plate.

"S'really good," Will said with a stuffed mouth. He realized his rudeness and quickly swallowed the bite. "It tastes like really expensive bacon... the eggs are really fuckin' perfect too."

"How does he taste?"

Oh Hannibal loves to test Will's unsophisticated pallet. Will looked at him sheepishly, taking a big bite of meat, letting the fat melt away on his tongue, the muscle crunch between his teeth. "Like booze, a bit... and walnuts?"

Hannibal beamed at that, "You're getting better at this. It's nutty, earthy, but there's also a hint of metallic salt, that's the blood. As for the booze, this particular pig was seared in ale but burnt off I see how you could mistake the flavors."

Will blushed a bit. He was still so uncomfortable with praise, and his lack of culinary knowledge. "Thank you for all this."

"Thank you, Will. You're going to need all the strength you can get after last night...don't be afraid to ask for seconds. We wouldn't want you passing out on the flight."

"Do we really have to go so soon?" Will's big blue eyes seemed to widen as that puppy dog pout spread across his face. "I've felt relaxed for the first time in forever." It was almost too cute to deny-almost.

"If we take any days off of work, at the same time, people may get suspicious, Mylimasis. The last thing we want is-

"I know, I know. Suspicion of one thing could lead to an investigation of another." This frustrated Will, but he understood they couldn't let their relationship slip. Especially not since he is lying to Jack, faking his pawn and sharing spit with Hannibal. He hasn't told Hannibal the full plan yet, he doesn't know that Jack knewWill killed Randall. Will isn't sure how they could ever leave together without Jack knowing just what's happened. It was eating away at him.

"Exactly." Hannibal kissed Will's curls where they rest against his forehead. "I'm sorry dear, we will leave one day. Just not today." He ate the rest of his breakfast, and served his lover more of their long pig from last night.

After they were both full and dressed, Will was sipping his coffee and looking out at the property. Sometimes Hannibal's wealth amazed him, it made him wonder what his lover's life must've been like before Baltimore. Surely he had to have family money, with his refined tastes and proclivity for grandiose gestures and all things high art. How he could be a psychiatrist and afford the things he has-well- he's mysterious to say the least.

Despite their closeness, Will still feels far from him so much of the time. After all, he was Louisiana trailer trash with hidden southern twang and trauma. Flannel personified and an alcoholic streak. Whereas Hannibal was fine aged wine, rich velvet and a literal genius by all accounts. They were so different.

Will was pulled from his thoughts by a strong hand on his shoulder, "What's plaguing you, my dear?"

"Do you ever think we are too different? I mean, all of this- it's so much."

"Oh Will, I know you don't think you deserve anything nicer than a pair of socks for Christmas, but you are so much more than that. I would give you anything, and I don't want you to feel guilty for what I wish to give you. Just because you aren't accustomed to it does not make it bad."

      "Yeah... I just I'm also just wondering what your life was like before all this?"

      "Before you?"

     "Before Hopkins, and psychiatry and surgery. Where did you grow up?" Will felt bad asking, because even though Hannibal clearly came from rich blood, something had to have happened to make him like this. Part of Will did believe the opposite, however. Hannibal is the perfect sadist. So perfect he could've easily been born as he is. Like the antichrist born to a loving family, hiding from their sight like a black snake in the garden.

      Hannibal looked empty, black eyes going unfocused and lost. He sighed, "That is a story for another time. I promise I will explain it all to you one day. Just know that i'm yours now, Will. Once we are finally safe, you can have all of me."

      Will nodded, and Hannibal grabbed the mug from his hands, placing it on the edge of the balcony so he could bring Will into his chest. "I have never felt closer to you, my love. You're in my stomach, the taste of your flesh between my teeth still lingers. We will only get closer."

      Will's body broke out in goosebumps at that, suddenly feeling lightheaded. "M-me too. I like being a part of you."

      Hannibal leaned down and brought their lips together. When he kissed this boy there was not one thing in the world that could touch either of them. A perfect match, so rare. Hannibal couldn't believe it still, monsters were not supposed to love. They were supposed to banish themselves, cowering in some hidden town alone once their bodies can't handle the hunt. Or they don't stop and they get sloppy, loose focus and end up rotting away in a cell. Either way, alone. Hannibal and Will would be together as long as they both lived, he would make sure of that.