Hannibal's entire experience with Will has been varying degrees of unusual. He had originally been (and in many ways still is) a fascinating experiment, how a man of carefully constructed morals can be coaxed free of them, can be brought to empathize with the devil and thus become him. What Hannibal had not expected was the effect of his own empathy, how he would come to hold compassion for Will, come to wish more between them than researcher-experiment, than doctor-patient, and even more than friends, and then finally to find himself becoming like his subject, their beings bleeding into one another. Hannibal has always been one to seek to experience life, particularly its pleasures, to the fullest (within his aesthetic standards, at least). And how better to experience this pleasure, of profound connection, than with equally profound trust? It is a self-surrender for the sake of something far greater than absolute control.
Hannibal smiles at Will's answer, an expression equal pleasure and hunger. He can imagine it, too, scalpel in hand, Will's bare back before him, gently rising and falling with each breath. He can see that first cut, the slow separation of the skin, blood beginning to spill out. He imagines mounting his lover, holding him close, fucking him hard, the blood running over Will's ivory skin, collecting in a crystal chalice, drip by drip.
He moves up, slowly, over Will, muscles rippling beneath his skin, to to catch his lover's lips in a searing, possessive kiss.
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Date: 2016-03-31 02:30 am (UTC)Hannibal smiles at Will's answer, an expression equal pleasure and hunger. He can imagine it, too, scalpel in hand, Will's bare back before him, gently rising and falling with each breath. He can see that first cut, the slow separation of the skin, blood beginning to spill out. He imagines mounting his lover, holding him close, fucking him hard, the blood running over Will's ivory skin, collecting in a crystal chalice, drip by drip.
He moves up, slowly, over Will, muscles rippling beneath his skin, to to catch his lover's lips in a searing, possessive kiss.