That they are here, now, seemingly in such contrast to earlier revelations, speaks to how long and how strongly this desire has rippled underneath their relationship. By going forth with plans to flee together, they are committing themselves to each other on a deep level. Perhaps it is appropriate, then, that their commitment, their union, be consummated.

Sex can be tender, cultured, the pleasure of a finely crafted meal, or sex can be rough, violent, the pleasure of a kill. Hannibal performs the former when he uses sex as a tool for manipulation. The latter has no patience with appearances, with reservations, and lays Hannibal's true self bare. He would never allow himself to be rough with Alana. Will, however, he will allow himself to be open with. As the taste of blood blooms on Hannibal's tongue, a low growl rumbles in his chest, and he tears Will's shirt the rest of the way open, popping the last two buttons. He strips the shirt off Will, lets it fall to the floor, and grips his friend tightly, fingers digging into the bare skin of his back, his neck, as he answers Will's aggression with his own tongue and teeth.