Blood Work

Unraveling

Will couldn't stop thinking of her. First time in a long time he had been so smitten so quickly. But there was something about her that deep down he knew led to Hannibal. He knew it, he could see how much she seemed to be groomed by him. Her choice in wine, in cooking. She was elegant and walked into a room demanding presence but also shy in her movements, cautious, hyper aware of her situation. She moved like an animal once caged and abused. He saw in her the same type of disillusionment. Maybe that is why he wanted her? Maybe, if his suspicion was correct, this was another game he was going to allow Hannibal to win.

She messaged him to let him know she wanted to change things up. She invited him over to the fancy hotel in the center of the city. He knew at that point it was a trap. But he had prepared for this, tucking in his gun and small knife. Fresh faced with his long hair pulled back, he stared at the scar on his face for a moment, lost in memories.

Hannibal helped Sophia out of the bath and kissed her head. She was shivering, nervous. He could tell what was on her mind.

" He won't hurt you, I won't let him. I suspect he knows and has for some time. Will is a predictable creature, my creature. Just as much as you are, my dear."

Sophia calmed herself, pulling up her hair into a messy bun. Curls tumbled down and Hannibal couldn't resist kissing her neck, biting into her soft flesh. She dropped the towel and caught him by the mouth, biting hard enough for them to both taste blood. He growled at her, instinctively grabbing her throat tightly, and he felt the cold steel of her knife on his thigh, inching up his robe. He laughed, twisting her wrist and throwing her across the floor. She tumbled, rolling as he had taught her, rolling back to pounce on him. He was knocked to the floor with one kick, her lips to his as she pinned him down. She slowly lowered herself onto him, and Hannibal groaned feeling her tighten around him. He tried to move, but she had a solid grip on him. Her breast bounced as she rode him, her large soft pink nipples begging to be sucked and pinched. Their moans were raw, guttural, primal. He was able to fully become a monster with her, within her. She leaned back so he could see her milking him, he grabbed at her stomach, her wide hips, one hand on her throat squeezing the life right out of her. He felt her start to lose consciousness, on the verge of orgasm, when he himself moaned, releasing into her as she pulsed and fell back blacking out for a few seconds.

Will knew it was the penthouse. Of course it was. He knocked and Sophia, wrapped in a shiny black dress, opened the door. Tonight her hair was up, her alabaster long neck showing. She wore a thick choker of red velvet, and lips that matched. She was like a walking statue, her hips swayed as he followed her. Hannibal was sitting at the piano, legs crossed. He looked at Will and sighed.

" I've missed you, Will."

" I've missed you, in my own way." Will replied, matching Hannibal's gaze.

Sophia brought them both a drink, then sat in a chair beside Hannibal.

" Just why the bullshit game, Hannibal. Why her? You knew I didn't want to be found, yet you fucking had to come, didn't you."

" Because Will, we created something beautiful, just like I've created something beautiful. You call to me, yet you resist the one thing that would make you whole."

Will chuckled. He took a sip of his whiskey.

" Enlighten me, Doctor. What would make me whole?"

Hannibal took a long sip of his wine, savioring it. He titled his head at will, matching his stare.

" A family, Will. You tried so many times and failed. You know why? Because you know deep down the family you desire is not where you have seeked it. Not a bunch of mutts, not a lost little girl, not a widow with her son."