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Will misses his dogs.
Traveling would have been too difficult. For now, Hannibal suggests they avoid any major cities, while in hiding, despite having shown interest in the art museums and landmarks of Nepal as they cross the border.
It's not quite a honeymoon. Too much blood and screaming and violence, but maybe that's why it is perfect for them. Familiar. Will feels himsel… evolving still. A man wearing a featureless, gray smock appears out of nowhere and grabs onto Will as they both walk along an empty dirt road at night. He mutters in English for their wallets, pressing a dull blade against Will's abdomen.
Will bites fiercely down on his wrist, and then Hannibal prying him off Will, taking hold of the blade and dragging it through his victim's neck expressionlessly until Will hears bone scraping noisily against metal.
A chunk of warm, raw skin runny with blood and Will's saliva ends up in his mouth. Will gulps it without hesitation, no longer repulsed by the need. Or just not overthinking it anymore. Hannibal's mouth presses over his, kissing him, worshiping and hungry. They stumble in the darkness, Will's hands framing his husband's face, resting against an overturned, gigantic cart.
"You looked, aah," Will groans out, arching beneath him and listening to Hannibal pant heavily. An extremely blood-slick hand shoves under Will's trousers and gropes over him softly, "ah, hahh, worried for a second there…"
Hannibal's mouth curls up, opening to Will's unshaven jaw hotly.
"Perhaps," he murmurs, carefully working him to fullness and pleasure-pressure, until Will feels like collapsing, high off the adrenaline and emotions and murderlust.
An ordinary life could been nice.
But… hell, Will doesn't wanna miss a single, incredible moment with Hannibal.
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Hannibal isn't mine. I MISS THIS SHOW AND HANNIGRAM SO MUCH. I need to go back and rewatch and look at my tags ahhhhh! Where are my Hannigram shippers? I hope you guys are doing awesome and I hope you get to read this too! Any comments/thoughts are so so appreciated!