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Title: From Out of Nowhere
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***"What do you mean, 'he's seen us?" Hannibal's voice was like ice; the words fell into a pool of silence, sending ripples through the quiet of the room.
"I think he m-must have seen us when you were at my h-house," Will stammered, uncertain of how to go on. There was no other way that he could put what he'd said; if Hannibal didn't understand what he meant, he didn't know how to state it any more clearly.
He'd said what he needed to say, and Hannibal's reaction wasn't any better than he had thought it would be. In fact, he could honestly say that it was worse.
Hannibal was obviously angry, and Will wasn't sure that part of the other man's anger wasn't directed at him. Hannibal was like an ice sculpture, cold and distant. He hadn't expected this man to give him comfort, but neither had he expected this coldness.
Will wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. He was frozen in place, rooted to the spot.
Hannibal's anger wasn't for him; he was fairly sure of that. But still, it didn't seem quite as thought it was all for the man who had apparently been watching them. That anger seemed as though it was spilling over onto him, though he had no idea why it would.
That anger had gone from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye; Will couldn't help feeling that it had come from out of nowhere, though it had probably been building for a while.
He didn't blame Hannibal for being angry; in a way, he was, too. At least when he wasn't busy being scared. At the moment, the fear outweighed the anger.
This person had been to his home, for fuck's sake. They'd watched him in bed with Hannibal; they'd probably watched the two of them here, as well. They'd probably watched him sleeping, when he was alone and at his most vulnerable.
No, they couldn't have done that. The dogs would have barked their heads off inf anyone they didn't know had tried to get into the house. So he hadn't been in the house; he hadn't stood over Will while he was sleeping, watching every breath that he took.
But he still felt violated. He still felt as though someone had invaded his personal space without him knowing it, felt as though they had taken something from him. He felt as though he was under a microscope, his every word, every move, every breath scrutinized.
It was the most uncomfortable feeling he'd ever known.
"We should close the curtains tonight," he managed to mumble, hoping that his words wouldn't anger the man in front of him further. But he wanted to put that thought out there, to let Hannibal know that he could offer suggestions to keep this person from seeing them.
"I'm not angry at you, Will." Hannibal's voice was still cold, but the edge was gone from it. The anger, so quick to come from out of nowhere, seemed to have vanished as quickly as it had manifested.
Will breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Hannibal seemed to have gotten past that first flush of fury that had darkened his face and made him seem, just for a few moments, like someone who WIll didn't know -- and who he didn't want to know.
That side of Hannibal was frightening, and he hoped that he would never see it again. Or if he did, that such fury wouldn't be turned in his direction.
"I'm angry at the fact that this man seems to have found out so much about you -- and about us," Hannibal continued, frowning. "It could be dangerous, not only for my career, but for yours as well. I could be brought up on ethics charges -- but you could be, as well."
Will nodded, sighing again. "Yeah, I know we could," he agreed, glancing over at the window at the dark night outside. "If we're going to keep .... seeing each other, then we're going to have to be more circumspect. We'll have to be a lot more careful about what people can see."
Though he thought they'd already been careful, apparently that wasn't the case.
He didn't want this person to be able to see them again. Just the thought of someone watching what he and Hannibal did together, someone else seeing how he enjoyed Hannibal's touch, was enough to make him feel like squirming with embarrassment.
That sort of thing wasn't meant to be seen by anyone other than the two people who were being intimate. He didn't want to think of anyone else being aroused by viewing his pleasure.
Maybe other people were aroused by that sort of thing; he wasn't. It felt like a violation of his privacy, as if some unknown person had opened a window into his private life and pulled something of him out of it kicking and screaming, protesting all the way.
In a sense, that was just what they had done.
"Do you want me to go to a hotel?" he asked, trying to keep his voice on a even keel. "If you don't want me to stay here tonight, that's not a problem."
"Of course not," Hannibal said immediately, shaking his head, his frown deepening. "I don't like the idea of you being in a hotel with this person stalking you, Will. It would be much too easy for him to get to you there -- and at your home, as well. I think you need to stay here."
Well, that had been easier than he'd thought it would be. He hadn't expected Hannibal to sound so protective of him, or to be so obviously worried about his safety. In spite of himself, his heart gave a little thump, almost feeling as if it was bumping against the wall of his chest.
"Th-thanks," he said, suddenly feeling exhausted. The drive from Wolf Trap under such stress was taking its toll; he felt weak, boneless.
"I think you need to take a shower, Will," Hannibal told him, looking worried. "You look worn out. Try to relax, let your mind go. We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want it -- you can sleep in one of the other bedrooms. I don't think you're in any state for .... intimacy."
Will was sure that he could hear regret in Hannibal's voice.
He shook his head quickly, denying the other man's words. "No, no, I'm fine. But you're right -- I need to take a shower and try to relax. Give me half an hour?"
Hannibal nodded, gesturing towards the stairs. "You know where the bathrooms are," he said, his gaze moving down Will's body and back up again before settling on his face. Will could see the desire in those eyes; it was a mirror of the desire that he felt whenever he looked at Hannibal.
Maybe being intimate with Hannibal would take his mind off everything that was going on, help him relax. He needed to have that desire stated; the burning deep within him needed to be assuaged. If it wasn't, he was sure that he would explode -- internally, if not outwardly.
That look made him shiver in anticipation; he wished that he could speed up the clock so that whatever would happen tonight was already in progress, or at least was about to happen. But he would have to be patient and wait for just a little while longer.
"I'm assuming you have a bag in the car," Hannibal said, glancing towards the front door. "I'll get it while you take a shower. I'll be upstairs shortly, Will."
That was dismissal if he'd ever heard one. Will nodded, heading for the stairs, suddenly feeling reluctant to leave the room. He had the sense that Hannibal was planning something, but he didn't know what that could be, and it made him a little wary.
There was no reason for him to feel that way, he told himself firmly. He could trust Hannibal.
Yes, the other man's anger could come from out of nowhere, but it could also disappear as quickly as it formed. There was nothing to be afraid of. Hannibal wouldn't do anything to harm him, and as he'd said, the anger wasn't for him. The anger was directed at the situation.
As Will walked slowly up the stairs, he heard the front door open and close. Hannibal had gone to get his bag, which meant that he had a limited amount of time to shower.
That thought quickened his steps; Hannibal would expect him to be showered and ready for his plans to begin when he came upstairs. He doubted that he would have that promised half hour, so he'd have to hurry. It shouldn't take him long to shower and go to Hannibal's bedroom.
Whatever would happen tonight, he couldn't wait for it to begin.
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