There are things that Hannibal has wished for Will. That he see the beauty in the darkness. That he recognize and claim the power within him. That he work his will upon the world without shame, without fear, serving the aesthetically superior instead of an externally imposed moral code. Hannibal believes, with near certainty, that Will has never experienced desire in this kind and intensity, and it pleases Hannibal almost as much as if he was watching Will perform his first calculated murder.

"I am yours, Will," he breathes, his strokes becoming quick as his own arousal began to near its peak. "Yours to mark as you will. Yours to take, in part and in whole. All I ask is for all of you."