"That better not be my sister, William." Hannibal said as he looked on in disgust at the bundle Will was carrying. "When was the last time you washed that blanket? It is not coming into my house."

Will smiled sheepishly as he readjusted his grip. What a sight he must make, standing in front of Hannibal's lavish home with a blanket infested with dog hair with only a pair legs sticking out.

"Mischa wouldn't wake up," Will apologized. "Can we please come in?"

Hannibal leaned against the door frame in thought before holding his arms to take Mischa. Will relinquished his childe and took the blanket once he was sure she was safe from the brightening day. He moved to follow, but Hannibal tutted. "The blanket stays out."

Will refrained from rolling his eyes and returned the blanket to his car. When he entered the house the kitchen was empty and he could hear Hannibal upstairs. He sat on the kitchen stool and took a deep breath. He always liked the smell of Hannibal's home. It was clean with a hint of bleach, but no amount of cleaner could fully remove the underlying metallic smell only a vampire's nose could detect. Today it seemed to be a little stronger than usual. Will closed his eyes and tilted his head. He could hear a pair of beating hearts coming from down below.

"I thought you went hunting a week ago," Will said when Hannibal returned. He followed him into the living room and took the wine glass offered. He took his place on the couch while Hannibal took the arm chair by the fire place. The curtains were closed. "You couldn't have run out of the salesman by now."

"They are for you, dear William. I heard you are on a new case, and, knowing you, you probably haven't fed." He took note of Will's pallor and frowned.

Will withheld a grimaced and hid it by readjusting. "It has been a little… strenuous."

"And when was the last time you slept properly?" Hannibal asked referring to the dark circles ever prominent.

Will avoided the question by taking a sip of his "wine". He managed to resist gulping it down in one go. He really was hungry.

"You have enough for Mischa too?" Will asked once he was able to tear his lips away from the glass.

"Of course." Will would have laughed at the near offended tone in the human's voice, but he didn't want to have to deal with Hannibal's wounded ego. But, then again, making it up to Hannibal was always… enjoyable.

Giving one last lick around the edge of his glass, Will got up from his spot to wind his way to Hannibal's chair. He set the glass on the end table and climbed into Hannibal's lap.

"You smell like dog." Hannibal groused, and Will shushed him.

"You've had worse things on you." Will nuzzled Hannibal's greying hair, relaxing more as Hannibal wrapped his arms around him. He moved his head down, avoiding Hannibal's lips in favor of his favorite spot on his body. He placed gentle kisses along Hannibal's neck, enjoying the pulse beneath his touch. He smirked as Hannibal offered more of his neck and he set about gently nibbling at the flesh.

Hannibal brought a hand through Will's curls, massaging the back of his head before gripping a handful and yanking Will's head back just as the vampire tried to bite down. Will whined, his fangs still distended, and eyes flashing red momentarily.

"Now, William, you know we don't feed in the living room," Hannibal gently scolded with a smile Will could only describe as wicked. "I also don't want to risk waking Mischa."

"An atomic bomb couldn't wake her right now." Will growled, but distanced himself so he could face Hannibal fully. Hannibal relaxed his grip and pet the curls in apology. He moved his hand down to stroke his thumb over the back of Will's neck.

"You should sleep too," Hannibal coaxed Will to stand and took his hand.

"Only if you join me," Will teased, but Hannibal wouldn't raise to the bait.

"I have an appointment this afternoon and I'm meeting with Dr. Bloom after. Plenty of time for you get some well-deserved sleep." Hannibal smiled as he lead Will to the bedroom. Will huffed and complained he didn't need sleep and that he was fine, but as soon as Hannibal stripped him of his clothes and tucked him into bed he was out like a light. Hannibal chuckled and gave the slumbering vampire one last kiss before closing the door, casting the room in total darkness.

Will was awake by the time Hannibal returned. He was grading student papers, completely focused and a healthy glow to his skin. Hannibal came up behind him, not worrying about startling him, and wrapped his arms around him. He took a deep sniff in Will's neck, causing the vampire to laugh. "I see you enjoyed the meal I brought for you."

"I had a feeling you were behind the disappearance of the glasgow murder suspect," Will sighed before gently shaking Hannibal off. Now that he wasn't focused on keeping his gnawing hunger at bay he could put his whole attention to his students' midterm papers. Many of them were very promising.

Hannibal relented and pulled away with one last distracting bite at Will's neck, one that tore the vampire attention away from his work.

"You know, for a human you sure bite a lot," Will grumbled and spun on the stool to face Hannibal, spreading his legs so he could stand between them.

"You like it," Hannibal smiled as Will practically purred as he rubbed his shoulders.

"Mischa's awake, so don't get any ideas." Will warned, but he made no move to pull away.

Hannibal leaned in and Will allowed his lips to be captured in a gentle kiss. While they wrapped up in each other, screams began in the padded rooms in the basement as Mischa fed on the meal Hannibal left for her. She left his corpse next the discarded glasgow murder and took a quick shower. By the time she stepped into the kitchen Hannibal was cooking supper and Will was finishing up his grading. They both had dark bruises on their necks with Hannibal's collar stained with a few drops of blood. Will smiled when Mischa approached, and she caught the hint of pink staining his teeth.

"You two were being gross again, weren't you?" She asked and wrinkled her nose. Hannibal and Will exchanged looks, and Mischa groaned. Still, she skipped her way to Hannibal and have him a hug.

Will turned back to his grading, marking the last test as he listened to the siblings talk. English transitioned to French and back again. Mischa said something. Hannibal laughed. Will smiled. Hannibal turned into a different person when he was with his sister. He was less stiff, more open. It reminded Will of frozen winters and children playing. Years may have passed, but Lecters still acted like the same children Will saved all those years ago.