Life has gotten in the way the past few months, but things have calmed down. I felt so bad for leaving this hanging. I have time again and I will be posting. Thanks for sticking around, the comments pushed me to keep going!

Ruiner

"Just take me home," Will said shifting uncomfortably in Hannibal's car.

"You're not in the right state of mind to be caring for yourself," Hannibal said.

"I should go to the hospital," Will said wiping sweat off his forehead.

"You are alright Will. I'll make you something to help," Hannibal said glancing at him.

"Well drive faster then," Will demanded agitated at his discomfort.

They arrived to Hannibal's house a couple hours later and Will instantly took off his shoes and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He had left his jacket in the car. Hannibal came over to where Will plopped himself and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll make you some tea," Hannibal said walking off to his kitchen. He began opening cupboards and pulled out odd herbs and unique spices. He poured filtered water into a percolator and let it boil and bubble while carefully mixing the dried tea leaves and ingredients into the water. He let the mixture steep for six minutes and strained it into two teacups for the both of them.

Carefully Hannibal carried the cups and saucers out to Will. Delicately he extended the hot tea to the delirious brunette. Will accepted shakily but steadied his hand as to not spill or break the fragile porcelain. He sipped the tea and not only heat from the temperature, but flavor coated his mouth.

"Are you trying to melt my internal organs?" Will asked.

"It's an Indian recipe," Hannibal smiled drinking his own.

"I feel like I need an ice bath," Will said cautiously taking another sip.

"That can be arranged," Hannibal said. Will smiled and shook his head a little. He examined the cup, the hand-painted design and gold edging.

"Where did you get these?" Will asked.

"Japan," Hannibal said.

"My doctor never told me to be careful to light exposure. That's what set it off, right?" Will said.

"It can be a side effect. You don't have a very competent doctor," Hannibal said mildly concerned.

"I think if maybe he was you would've killed him," Will said.

"I have no reason to," Hannibal said.

"That was something you kept me from knowing though. Why didn't you want me to know about the lights?" Will asked. He had finished his tea and his whole body was on fire.

"Curiosity," Hannibal simply said.

"Did you want me to have seizures? Kind of rude," Will steamed.

"Not particularly. I only wanted to see what would happen. Wouldn't you?" Hannibal asked leaning back in his chair.

"I don't think I share your same interest in playing god," Will said.

"Why don't you take that bath?" Hannibal said. "Use mine."

Without protest, Will pulled himself out of the chair and disappeared to Hannibal's room. He began undressing, he tossed his shirt on Hannibal's bed, his trousers came off on the bathroom tiles and he stood in his socks and underwear and debated between a bath or shower. The bath looked enormous and comfortable but he didn't want to sit in his own filth. So he turned the stainless steel knob inside the luxury walk in shower and cold water washed over him from everywhere. It came from five locations; an overhead rain showerhead, two massaging jet sprays from the sides, a waterfall ledge at six feet and a detachable shower head at mid-torso.

Instantly cold, Will turned it up to warm and searched through an inlaid shelf holding lotions, oils, shampoos, conditioners and washes.

'I'm dating Patrick Bateman,' Will thought bitterly. 'Fucking asshole thinks he can… what was he doing to me? Those seizures. That's where I lost all that time. He orchestrated me, had me like a dog on a leash. And I love him? Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?' Will wondered and then remembered what was wrong with him.

He washed himself in silence and craved whiskey. After the bullshit at Mason's he just wanted to forget the night. He missed his dogs.

As he lathered his head with shampoo he heard a bottle and two glasses clink down on a hard surface. He noticed the bright light dimmed outside the bathroom. Suddenly he felt exposed with no door. He knew it was arbitrary at this point, but he wanted to retain some privacy around Hannibal.

"I'm feeling better now, I'm going to call a cab," Will said from the shower. Either Hannibal was offended or didn't hear. Will stepped out of the shower and grabbed a plush towel. He started drying himself when the bathroom door pushed open softly. Will wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped closer to the door.

"You can control your fear Will," Hannibal said leaning in the doorway. This act of casual body language was strikingly out of the ordinary for Hannibal. Will couldn't decide if it was a play for comfort that was genuine or contrived.

"I'm just feeling a little concerned right now. Not entirely sure about my mental state you know?" Will said.

"It'll be better if you stay," Hannibal said standing straight up.

"Is this Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy? I have been blind," Will said sighing and running his hand through his sopping wet hair.

"Have you changed your mind about us?" Hannibal asked invading Will's personal space.

"I don't know what to think Hannibal!" Will raised his voice. Hannibal raised an eyebrow and tilted his head incredulously.

"I'm sorry Hannibal," Will said getting goose bumps. He felt slightly nauseated, he reached out a hand to Hannibal's bicep and closed the gap between them.

"If staying in the guest bedroom makes you feel more comfortable, please feel free," Hannibal said holding back his hands from simply touching all of Will. He wasn't going to take his life and eat him. It wouldn't be enough; it wouldn't satisfy him or please him. He longed for Will's mind, his emotions and his body alive.

"This time," Will said knowing distance wouldn't protect him from any harm Hannibal wanted to cause. Hannibal nodded and walked back to his room. Will eyeballed the brown liquor in the glass on the night stand but didn't want to overstep his bounds by asking. He also wanted clean clothes he hadn't sweated all over.

Hannibal poured himself a glass and then offered the other to Will. Will accepted gratefully and stood drinking it quickly.

"Another?" Hannibal asked keeping a smirk hidden.

"Only if you insist," Will said feeling a draft across his chest. Hannibal poured a glass and handed it to him.

"Come, sit down," Hannibal said walking towards the bed. He set his glass on the nightstand, took off his jacket and sat down next to Will at the end of the bed.

"What are you so afraid of?' Hannibal asked.

"I'm just running circles in my head," Will said. "I hate to repeat myself."

"The man that you fear is also in love with you," Hannibal said.

"I know," Will sighed.

"I'm letting you know me Will. Do you not want it?" Hannibal asked holding Will's head, his thumb gently stroking over Will's ears.

"Don't I?" Will murmured locking eyes with Hannibal. Hannibal leaned in and kissed Will softly. Will pressed his lips firmly into Hannibal and decidedly pushed him back into the bed. Hannibal dragged his hand along Will's damp, bare, back. Hannibal had his eyes closed but he could tell Will's towel had fallen open. Though he enjoyed the power inequality, he needed Will's trust.

"Undress me," Hannibal whispered into Will's ear. Will's hands where sweaty and unsteady as he took the order. Slowly the buttons of the beautiful, red silk shirt came undone. There was chest hair, almost a surprise to Will with how clean Hannibal kept everything. The shirt lay open exposing Hannibal, Will took his opportunity to let his finger tips run over the hair and skin, he leaned down to him and smelled his clavicle and placed his lips on it, kissing him. Hannibal's scent under his clothes was something unique. Clean, but not soap. It was similar to July rain in the Midwest, but with a faint undertone of copper. As if all the showers and effort could not wash off the blood of so many.

The smell of Hannibal flushed out well with the high proof liquor flowing through Will. There was a surge of confidence while he moved on to unzip Hannibal's slacks to reveal imported European briefs.

'Bastard,' Will thought as he touched the smooth fabric. Excitement tugged at his heart as he felt the bulge over the garment. He toyed with the band on Hannibal's hips; he touched the curve on the inside of the briefs and felt himself grow hard. His hesitations still rattled in the back of his brain; he was heading into dangerous waters. He pulled the briefs down and without lingering too long on what was beneath, he wrapped his calloused hand around Hannibal and moved the flesh up and down. He let his other hand trail down further beneath and held the rest of him, vulnerable to Will's demand.

Hannibal reveled in the sensation and closed his eyes momentarily to enjoy. He could only allow this pleasure for a little while. It was in him to pursue and to be dominant, that control was crawling in his skin. Fear was coming from Will, sweat mixed with damp hair dripped onto Hannibal's stomach. Hannibal touched Will's forearm and pulled his body in tow up to meet his kiss. Hannibal ran his hands through his hair, wrapped a few curls around his fingers and pulled sharp enough to cause a reaction but not enough to cause discomfort. Will seemed to spark at this tug and moved into the kiss deeper, their tongues licking at each other and a bite on Will's lip from cannibal teeth.

Hannibal pushed Will over on the bed to claim the upper position. He straddled him and leaned over to the nightstand. After a moment of tricky finger work inside the drawer Hannibal had his fingers coated in a silky liquid that he ran over Will's cock. He watched Will close his eyes, there was no darkness to hide in. Hannibal stroked him and touched it against himself. He applied more liquid silk to his palm and began to handle himself, he saw Will open his eyes and Hannibal guided Will's hand to grab hold of his length. Will went from there stroking it with a new vigor, trapped under and between Hannibal's thighs.

Though Hannibal could often be selfish he had the strong desire to also please Will. He backed off him just a bit and kneeled down, his knees sinking deeper into the plush comforter on the memory foam bed. He teased Will with the tip of his tongue, just around the head. He stretched out one hand to reach up to Will's ribs and dragged his fingers down applying pressure to increase intensity. Will almost squirmed at this. Hannibal took all of Will in and held him around the base with his hand. Will's head turned to the side, his breathing getting heavier while Hannibal licked up and around. Hannibal moved his hand from the base of the shaft and snaked lower with the lubricant. Will felt a finger and almost sat up, but Hannibal put his mouth back over him and Will settled into the bed.

This continued much the same for a few more minutes, Hannibal carefully adding more fingers and Will shuddering to cope. Hannibal stopped touching him for a moment and worked his way up Will's body slowly to bend down and kiss him, his hair drying in messed curls. He grabbed his face, the stubble in his hand he took Will and flipped him to be on top. Will looked down at Hannibal, his wet hair dripping on his chest. He stayed straddling him for just second and then began to maneuver down, his hands on either side of Hannibal. He stopped to look at it, he put his rough finger tips around it and couldn't fathom how hard it was. The excitement he felt in the pit of his stomach was knotted with nervousness; he didn't feel he matched up as well. He knew what they were leading up to, but he wasn't sure if he was ready. He wanted another drink, but that would be rude. He went down on him, touching him similarly to how he was just touched. He knew he was wanted, he remembered the fascination Hannibal had with him and a twinge of arrogance ran through him. Courage came out in his movements; he went deeper in his throat and moved his fingers inside of him. He was torn between keeping himself stable on the bed or taking his hand to stroke himself. He felt restless; he wanted the cumulation of this to reach a head. Right then he was tugged at from his bicep, forced to move up.

Hannibal had gotten more lubricant on his hand, he bent Will over him. He kissed his lips forcing them to open. His tongue searched inside Will's mouth, Will lapped up the taste of Hannibal. He felt Hannibal grab his ass and it became slippery, it was going to happen. Hannibal seized Will's hair, and pushed him gently down onto him. Will opened his mouth at the sensation and let out a noise of pain. He felt the urge to straighten his body but it would only encourage deeper penetration. He felt Hannibal's fingers back there, easing Will further onto him. Will held his breath, he was not prepared. Hannibal was trying to let Will have control, but he was finding a lack of impatience with him. Hannibal did not thrust upwards, though he wanted to badly. Will took a deep breath in through his nose and bit his lip hard. Hannibal's fingers were handling him below, trying to encourage him. Will leaned down to whisper in Hannibal's ear as Hannibal slid his hand up his back causing Will to tremble.

"Get behind me," Will breathed. It was the only way it could happen.

Hannibal pulled Will off of him and quickly got behind him. Hannibal got Will ready and was slow to introduce himself. Will felt odd in the position he put himself in. The silky sheets hugged his knees as he bared down. He felt them slip through his fingers, too delicate to dig into. He was breathing heavier, his heart pounded and he felt the entirety of Hannibal penetrate him. He let out a loud gasp and deep moan and sunk his head into the pillow before him. Hannibal held onto his hips and thrust, he felt engulfed in the act. He took one hand off Will's hip and reached for Will's hand. Hannibal brought Will's hand back to touch himself. Will was forced to straighten up some and he began to stroke up and down vigorously. His breathing was hard and fast to match Hannibal's pace. He couldn't help but groan, the stimulation had him on the edge of ecstasy while in a sort of stretched pain he'd never experienced. He wanted to tell Hannibal to stop and at the same time a wave of pleasure would be released in him, washing over anything else. He was pushing himself to an edge he hadn't been to before while being intimate. Hannibal's hands on his hips, going in and out of him, he felt himself slipping on the bed, falling lower. Hannibal greedily pulled at his waist to pick him back up. He grasped Will's shoulder with one hand as leverage to push himself deeper. Will let out a loud groan and became flushed with embarrassment. The sounds coming out of Will made Hannibal harder, the moment was there. He pulled out and released himself all over Will's back as Will made a mess on the sheets below.

Will collapsed into the sticky substance and Hannibal laid down on his back next to Will. Will had his body curved away from Hannibal, cum on his back and his stomach. He kept his eyes closed and panted softly. Hannibal propped himself up with a few pillows against the headboard. He grabbed the whiskey bottle on the night stand and poured a glass for his exhausted lover.

"Will," Hannibal said softly. Will felt a cold glass on his shoulder. He took it and drank while lying down. He handed the empty glass back to Hannibal. Hannibal placed it with a clink on the nightstand. He placed his hand softly on Will's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Hannibal asked. He moved his hand soothingly over the sweaty skin. Will's mind was swimming. His body ached in a strange way.

"I don't know. I think so," he said still facing away from Hannibal.

"We'll want to clean up," Hannibal said. The bed hardly shifted when Hannibal stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and Will saw his magnificent naked body from behind. Hannibal got a hand towel wet under the sink. He wrung it out and padded back across the wood floor. He got behind Will, still curved on the bed. The warm, wet cloth wiped off what lingered on his back. He smiled curiously at this. He sat up and took the cloth from Hannibal to clean off his front. He got off the bed and found his underwear to put back on. Hannibal removed the pillows and comforter from the bed and took off the remaining sheets to place in a hamper and collect clean bedding. With Hannibal out of the room, Will took two more quick swallows of whiskey.

They went to sleep without any more talk. Hannibal wanted Will to have some time to be alone in his head for once. They got under the sheets together and drifted off, Hannibal very satisfied, Will almost passed out from the sex and whiskey.

On one knee Hannibal held Will's hand. Will was sitting in Hannibal's office. HE felt sick, the plastic gloves against his forearm made him uneasy. Strobe lights flashed, he was blinded by the light. In his unsteady vision he glanced down to his arm, Hannibal pushed a needle into him. He pressed the plunger down.

Will sat straight up in bed. He sweated all over the sheets and felt like he'd been drowning. In stunned horror he carefully got out of bed. It was too late though, Hannibal's senses were too refined.

"Will?" he questioned from the dark. Will did not answer but fumbled around for the bathroom to get his clothes together. He tugged on his shorts and tossed his shirt on while searching the bedroom floor for his pants.

"Will, come back to bed," Hannibal said. Will bumped into a naked, lean leg. He stood up with pants in his hand.

"I'm not good at sleepovers," he lied.

"Come to bed," Hannibal said grabbing Will's forearm.

"No. No I think I'll go home for good," Will said struggling to free his arm. "Let go Hannibal."

"Maybe you would like to explain yourself Will?" Hannibal asked gripping tighter.

"Explain yourself. I figured out what you've been doing. Using me as an experiment for your curiosity. What have you been putting into my veins to induce the blackouts?" Will spat venomously. Hannibal let go and walked over to turn on the light. He pulled on his briefs and grabbed a robe.

"I've been helping you," Hannibal said watching Will as he furiously dressed.

"Fuck that. You've changed me into something I'm not, with no permission of my own. You might find it acceptable to play god but I don't. I'm not letting you control my life anymore. I'm done. I'm leaving with my dogs and I'll go work on boats and die a lonely old man. You can go on killing and eating and I'll let that bitter secret take me from inside out, but at least I'll get my life back. Whatever I can salvage is better than this," Will growled.

"It sounds good now, you'd feel vindicated and right to leave. You can, I won't stop you. You'll be dead in five years. You're drinking would get out of hand, you'd lose your job and have nothing but your mind to drive you mad," Hannibal said. 'You need me,' he thought.

"Then that's the path you've doomed me to," Will said buttoning his shirt.

"You're not a coward Will," Hannibal said. "You can take back your life, become who you really are. You have a choice; I can help you reach your potential."

"My potential? No, your potential," Will said. He felt the whiskey still filling up his gut, he ached from before and with the sweat coating his forehead he wanted out. He didn't want to argue, he wanted to escape and confront this demon later.

"You are changed and you can't go back to who you were. Embrace who you are now," Hannibal said stepping closer to Will.

"Embrace this madness?" Will questioned.

"Don't be afraid of yourself. Or me. Anymore," Hannibal said.

"And what life is that? How is this better?" Will asked suspiciously.

"You'll have freedom and love," Hannibal said. Will searched those maroon eyes, he looked for malice, ill-intent. Nothing. He couldn't find it. Will didn't know if he was being a fool or Hannibal was sincere.

"Would you be able to handle me doing things of my own volition? You're fostering a co-dependency in me that I won't have," Will said.

"I would gladly see that," Hannibal said touching Will's ear and brushing his hand down to Will's neck.

"Have you satisfied your need to manipulate me?" Will said looking to the carpet.

"I will help you," Hannibal said. Will's heart clenched, there would be no knowing Hannibal's true intent. He didn't have hate for Hannibal as much as he wanted it. Empathy, love and desire consumed him. He hated that he couldn't hate Hannibal. Hannibal saw this flicker across Will's face and he kissed him, leading him back to the bed.