Hey again guys! The last bit now! Full on smex in this part, so if that's not your thing you know where to go.

This one is for Salllzy. If you'd like me to fill a prompt, PM or leave me it in a review and I'll see what I can do!

Warning: sassy Will is sassy.

I own nothing but a dream. Let's do this thing!

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"HOME TIME! GET OUT FAST!" Will bit back a smirk as Jack sent his students scrambling over each other to leave the lecture hall.

As the last one left he leaned against his desk and rubbed his eyes under his glasses and let out a fake long suffering sigh. "Any particular reason you sent the next generation of agents home in the middle of the day?"

"You bet your ass there is... Its the Ripper, walk with me." Jack turned and walked at a fast pace without checking to see if Will was even following.

'Cocky, self-assured prick! I'd kill him myself if his disappearance wouldn't be majorly noticed... Maybe I could hang him? People in positions of power commit suicide too, right?' His thoughts were cut off by a large hand waving in his face.

"Will! Where do you go when your mind drifts like that?" Crawford asked with a concerned look on his face. Concerned mostly mostly because if Will broke, they'd NEVER catch the Ripper. Not that Will would ever let them catch the Ripper, beauty like that doesn't belong behind bars.

"Dark places, Jack. Right then, I was trying to see the Ripper." The unspoken 'again' was just for Will's mind.

"And that's why your little friend Alana Bloom said you needed additional support, in the form of a psychologist." Jack said as they entered his office.

"I don't want or need one." Will sniffed as if the very thought offended him.

"He's arguably the best in his field, Alana Blooms' mentor and held in very high regard by everyone who meets him." Jack said with something very akin to 'awe' in his voice.

"Careful, some may think you have a crush on this Dr..." Will prompted.

"Lecter. Dr. Hannibal Lecter, he'll be here shortly."

Will sighed. "So there's no arguing this point then? Lecter's my mind doctor and there's nothing I can do about it?" Crawford shook his head. "Okay, good talk. What's the Ripper done now?"

"Here," Jack threw a folder on the table. "He's gone fishing... But not alone, the way he displayed this man is impossible for one man to do. The forensic team have dubbed the Rippers' friend 'the Assistant'"

Will was positively thrumming with excitement. He and the Ripper strung this fool up two weeks ago, he bet the corpse smelt lovely. Will recalled the memory fondly.

He taught the Ripper how to make fishing lures using their victims teeth and hair, and stuffed Marlins' stomach cavity full of fish guts and heads before watching the Ripper sew him back up with surgical precision.

They hooked wire with the 32 lures they made and used them to suspend their victim by his mouth, arms and legs, high up between two trees.

"I think this is beautiful, Blue eyes. I think you have real talent. I can only hope our paths cross again some time in the future." The Ripper said as they studied their work.

"You know what Mr. Ripper? I hope the same thing."

What Will would have given to be there when they cut the open Rippers stitching.

"Even Psycopaths get lonely Jack, The Ripper needs an audience or else his art is pointless. He finally found someone who shares his views and this... This is a... celebration." Will said putting down the folder.

"A celebration of what?!" Jack slammed his hands down on the desk.

"A new bond." Will tensed, he hasn't heard that voice in two weeks. A smooth European voice that never failed to send a slight shiver down his back. "I apologise for not knocking, but your man was onto something and I'd hate to interrupt..." Will was yet to face the man, but he could feel the smirk in his tone.

"Ah, Dr. Lecter! This is Will Graham, your new patient. Will, this is Dr. Lecter." Jack said with a very pointed look that meant turn the fuck around and say hello.

Will got up and crossed the room to where Dr. Lecter stood. "Hello," Will stuck out his hand, the unheard 'again' resounded in both their heads. "Dr. Lecter." He said as the man gripped his hand.

"Hello, Will." And daaaamn if his name was made for any voice it was Dr. Lecter's. "Alana has told me a lot about you."

"Men! Ripper business over here! You'll have plenty of time to get to know eachother in your sessions." Jack said pointing at the file on the desk.

"When are our sessions, Dr. Lecter?" Will said ignoring the first part of Jack's statement.

"Official ones, Wednesday at seven. And any other time you may need me, I'm just a phonecall away." Dr. Lecter smiled and passed Will a card that looked more expensive then the shirt he was wearing, "And, please, call me Hannibal."

"Okay, Hannibal."

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On Wednesday 6:55 pm, Hannibal Lecter was pacing his office with the worlds biggest grin on his face. Two minutes prior to this, he went to the door and took a big sniff. And surely he smelt bad aftershave, dogs and coffee.

Blue eyes, Will Graham, was here.

At 6:57 pm, he couldn't wait any longer and let his friend in early.

"Good evening, Blue eyes." Hannibal smirked as Will passed him.

Will gave a slight nod, "Mr. Ripper."

"So Will, you work for the FBI? Yet, I'm not in prison, why's that?" Hannibal asked as he took a seat across from the one Will had claimed.

"Very observant of you, Hannibal. Because I like you, and if you went I assumed you'd drag me down with you... I don't think I'd last in prison." Will laughed.

"I almost didn't recognise you without blood on your face, Will. It suits you." Hannibal remarked off handedly.

"I almost didn't recognise you without your dick in your hand, Hannibal. That suited you." Will sassed with a good natured smile.

Hannibal smiled back. "This is a very different you than the one I saw with Jack Crawford, which is the real you?" Hannibal hoped it was the one with him now.

"The shy, socially awkward, eye contact fearing wimp is just a front. However the Sassy, fearless murderer that sits before you is all me, Hannibal. Who are you?" Will shot back, leaning back in his chair.

"I am me, The Chesapeake Ripper and Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the respected Psychiatrist." Hannibal answered smoothly.

"Like Superman and his Clarke Kent... What's you're Kryptonite?" Will mused.

"Just attractive Criminal profilers that are supposedly being groomed to catch me, yet, let me help them pull off one of the greatest displays I've ever seen." Lecter smirked as Will blushed, but was still grinning.

"Dr. Lecter!" Will gasped with fake shock, "Are you flirting with me! That's against the Doctor/Patient code of ethics!"

"And cannibalism and murder is against the law, Will." Hannibal tilted his head with a small smile.

Will smirked. "True..." He crossed the room and sat on Hannibals' lap. "You know, they think that Marlin was a Ripper murder. They think that you've got an assistant, and that's what they call me 'The Assistant'."

"That speaks of your talent, Blue eyes." He reached up and cupped the profilers face, "I can't control the nicknames people give you, but I can let you know that you will always be an equal in my eyes."

"You say that like you're planning on keeping me around." Will turned his head to kiss the hand on his face.

"I am. If you're willing to stay around. It feels good to have someone who enjoys the the darker part of me. I can put away the person suit with you around." Hannibal ran his hands down Wills back to rest on his ass.

"Hmmmmm, I might be willing to stick around... It depends though..." Will rolled his growing erection against Hannibals and bit back a groan.

"On what?" The therapist asked as he squeezed Wills ass.

"Can you cook?" Will rolled his hips again.

"Yes." Hannibal answered modestly.

"Good, then I'm staying."

"That's great news." Hannibal pulled the profiler down for a kiss, while ridding the man of his plaid shirt. Will groaned and fumbled with Hannibals tie and shirt, when that was out of the way he ran his hands down Hannibals chest and roughly pinched his left nipple, making Hannibal hiss into their kiss and bite his lip in response.

"Ahh, Hannibal. We're still wearing pants... Fix it!" Will moaned as Hannibal ground their erections together.

"Anything for you, Will." Lecter reached down and slowly unclasped Wills belt buckle, popped open the button of his pants and dragged the zipper down applying a tad more pressure than necessary. "Stand." Hannibal smirked when Will did what he was told first time and yanked the profilers jeans and underwear down and off. "Remove your shoes please."

"So polite, Dr. Lecter." Will laughed as he toed off his shoes, and stood before the Chesapeake Ripper bare, erect and shameless.

Hannibal thought it was a sin that Will ever wore clothes. "Well, I despise rudeness William." Lecter said raising his hips so he could remove his own trousers.

"Please don't call me William." Will sighed as he sank to his knees. He gripped Hannibals length, licking a long stripe down the underside and teasing the slit.

"Okay, Will. Or do you prefer 'Blue Eyes'?" Hannibal teased.

'He still has way to much self-control... Let's do something about that.' Will thought to himself. "Call me whatever you like Hannibal..." He purred before suddenly taking Hannibal all the way into his throat.

"Oh God!" Hannibal gasped, hands gripping at the expensive Italian leather chair.

"Yeah, that'll do." Will smirked up at the flushing man. "You look pretty when you blush, Hannibal, though something tells me you don't do it very often..." He added fluttering his eyes at the man. He expected the mask to slip and Hannibal to show a bit more primal desire, but what he didn't expect was to be picked up, carried to and thrown onto the couch.

"It is a dangerous game, playing with my self-control, William." Hannibal scolded Will, before giving him a kiss that was more bite than lips. He turned Will onto his front and told him to get onto his hands and knees, upon inspection of his new lovers hole, he realised something odd. "Did you go and see someone prior to this appointment, William?" He spoke trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice as he slipped two fingers in to Wills already prepared hole.

"Nope, just my toybox..." Will moaned as Hannibals long fingers found his prostate.

Hannibal smiled. "You can tell a lot about about a person by what they fantasize about, tell me, what were you thinking about when you were... Exploring yourself?"

Will smirked into the couch cushions, 'time to shatter that self control...'. "Alana Bloom, and how her curves look in that red dress, you know the one. That low cut, short- AHHHHH" Will screamed as Hannibal slammed into him all at once. 'Self- Control... Officially shattered.'

"You're mine..." Hannibal hissed into his ear, thrusting at a brutal pace, his accent rough and sounding utterly sinful. "I am the last person you will think of before you go to sleep and I will be the first person you think of when you wake up. AM I CLEAR?!"

"YES! HANNIBAL, YES!" Will sobbed into the cushion, every thrust was a dead hit on his prostate, he could feel the heat coiling tight in stomach. "Ahhhh, I'm gonna cum Hanni."

"Come for me, William!" Hannibal barked, and he did, his back arched beautifully, his head threw back and the way he moaned his name... Wow... He would have to draw the scene before him and just hope he could do it justice.

A few broken thrusts later he felt Hannibal fill him and let out a gutteral groan he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. "I lied you know, about thinking about Alana... I just wanted to see what would happen." Will mumbled into the cushion he was still being crushed into.

"You and I are the same in that regard, I have done a lot of things for that very same reason." Hannibal smiled as he pulled his softening member out of Wills tight heat.

The men got redressed in silence, but it wasn't awkward. Will sat back in the seat he sat in when he first entered Hannibals office and smiled at the man who sat across from him.

"So, what now?" Hannibal asked the profiler.

"Well, I'm a bit hungry..." Will laughed.

"Would you like to have dinner with me, Will?" Hannibal smiled.

"Sure... What's on the menu?"

Will smirked.

So did Hannibal.

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