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Sometimes it’s hard to understand, sometimes, neither of them understand what's happening and it's quite frustrating, mostly for Hannibal. How can he love someone like him ? How can this feeling even be possible ? How can it be that strong ? Will is everything he hates, everything that disgust him ; a man, so simple, so in the crowd. A man like Will could never have attracted him. And, yet, it happened. Suddenly, Will is all he wanted, all he ever wanted.Will in his house, Will in his kitchen, Will in his bedroom, Will in his bed… Will between his sheets, Will against him. It’s as if that man had bewitched the great Dr Lecter, with ropes and candles. The heart of Hannibal is tied, broken, he is too many things to survive without Will nearest him. Hannibal wanted Will to scream in his sheets, to tell him how he loved him, how he wanted him. He wanted to feel the body of Will bursting beside him, to taste his tears, to meet everything on his body. He wanted the body of Will just for him. He hated Will. He wanted Will to belong to him.
And he wanted him to know…