MARK ME, FREE ME, MAKE ME YOURS

Every moment in his live, Will Graham though, seemed to have brought him to this place and time. To this moment, which should have terrified him and made him fight in order to escape alive, but that in the end only made him arch his back wantonly, offering himself completely to his lover.

His lover.

The psychopath.

The psychiatrist.

The killer.

The artist.

Hannibal Lecter.

The Chesapeake Reaper.

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It had all started when Jack Crawford had convinced Will to help during investigations. Well, more like pestered than convinced. Because of his gift and the accompanying nightmares, he was absolutely sure he didn't want to go to crime scenes.

After that, Jack insisted on him seeking professional help in order to keep the nightmares at bay. Will had refused, of course. There was no way a shrink could understand or help him. Besides, he didn't trust that they wouldn't tell Jack every little thing he said. But as before, Jack won again and orchestrated a meeting with a psychiatrist friend of his. That was how Will met Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

To say that he was intrigued, was the understatement of the century. From the moment they met, Will felt an immediate fascination towards the European, which only increased when the older man insisted on him considering their sessions as conversations between friends instead of therapy.

After their first conversations, Hannibal expressed his wish to see Will working. Will wasn't really comfortable with the idea at first but once they were on the latest crime scene, he changed his mind. They were in one of the crime scenes left by the Chesapeake Reaper. A woman was displayed grotesquely on her own bed, with flowers and dirt filling the different orifices made on her body. It was a sight that should have made the doctor turn around and leave, but to Will's surprise and delight, he stayed by his side the whole time. And no matter how much he tried to focus on analyzing the scene, Will couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight and the doctor's proximity.

After that first time, Hannibal always accompanied him to crime scenes. And because of that he was there when Will came face to face with Garret Jacob Hobbs.

The Minnesota Shrike. Another serial killer and cannibal.

In the end, Will killed him, but not before Hobbs killed his own wife and nearly slit his daughter's throat.

And once again, Will had enjoyed it.

He had enjoyed watching the man fall and stare at him, barely conscious. He had been so focused on the man that it had been Hannibal who had to help Abigail or she would have bled to death in that place. He only had eyes for Hobbs. He had the urge to put his hands on his wounds and watch him suffer even more before licking his fingers until there was no more blood left.

By the time the police got to the house, Hobbs was dead and Hannibal took him and Abigail to the hospital. Will was overjoyed that Hannibal had stayed with him through the whole ordeal and later dragged him to see Abigail before taking him to his house to rest. Will had never been there before, se he was equally terrified and excited to be there.

Unfortunately his excitement didn't last long.

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A couple of weeks later, Abigail was released from the hospital and even though the FBI wanted to put her in a psychiatric ward, Hannibal intervened and was granted temporary custody, bringing her to his home. And obviously Will wasn't thrilled with this new development. Abigail appeared to have bonded with Hannibal and it looked lile she was trying to do the same with him. But he wasn't falling for that. No matter how nice and amazing she seemed to be, the only person he wanted to bond with was Hannibal.

And that was final.