Thanks for all the feedback everyone! I feel super creepy for writing this but I'm glad people like it.

This chapter is more from Will's perspective *yay*

Will supposed he had always, in the back of his mind, known that Dr. Hannibal Lecter was not at all what he appeared to be. But until that night that Hannibal had drugged his wine and watched calmly as Will struggled against losing consciousness- had all the pieces suddenly fit together. It was Hannibal. It had always been Hannibal. He was the Chesapeake Ripper, he had killed Miriam Lass, and he had warned Garret Jacob Hobbs that they knew of his crimes. Will should have hated him in that moment, but instead he found himself heartbroken. If someone he had valued so much as a friend and a mentor turned out to be so sadistic, what did that mean about Will himself? Was he the same as this monster of a man?

So, there he was tied to a chair in Hannibal's office, and not at all responding in the way he figured he should have. The ostentatious manner of the entire situation was communicating to Will that he was going to meet his ultimate end; he just felt...excited.

As the blood where Hannibal had sliced him dripped down his thigh, Will realized with a great shock that he was, in fact, getting an erection. He didn't want to think what his captor would assume that meant so he tried desperately to cover it up. To no avail.

"Why, Mr. Graham", Hannibal laughed, "I do believe you have made things more interesting!"

Will felt his heart rate increase dramatically, his breath hitch with each inhale, and his body tremble the more Hannibal stared at him in his embarrassment. He attempted, with fervid desperation, to string a sentence together that would explain his current condition. Nothing came to mind. You're disgusting, he thought. You're a disgusting little man who can't even appear strong in the face of death. You deserve whatever is coming to you.

"Will." Hannibal knelt down in front of him again and let his hand slide across the blood on Will's thigh, his cruel smile suddenly turned into a look of concern. Will shuddered from the intensity of the touch.

"Will, it is important for you to know that I respect you very, very much. You are my colleague and my friend, and I still consider you to be one of the most intelligent people I have ever had the honor of meeting".

For once, Will let himself look Hannibal straight in the eyes. His eyes were cold, but in that coldness there was a flicker of truth to what he had just said. So, if Hannibal hadn't captured Will because he felt he was human scum, then why had he? Perhaps it was because he was tired of Will being so physically distant from himself. Will rarely got the feeling of need for human connection, but when he did it wasn't necessarily for sex. It was for something darker, something that he tried to keep locked deep down inside himself. Hannibal wanted Will to be his trophy. He wanted to experience him like no other normal interaction could accomplish. Will became aware that he was now sweating profusely, and he was aching to be touched more. He looked away.

Hannibal spoke again, his voice low and comforting "What did you see? Was it too much? Your gift is a poison. You let it overwhelm you when you should be the one taking control of it. Never your strong suit, Will. Control."

Will was becoming so tormented by himself that he could hardly think straight. He wanted desperately to cry. Smiling again, Hannibal removed his hand from Will's thigh and lightly wrapped it around the width of Will's cock. Will cried out in surprise, his hips spontaneously arching towards Hannibal's hand. He shook his head, tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes. "D...Dr...Lecter, please...please...I can't" he managed to whisper.

Hannibal said nothing. He only continued to smile and, with his other hand, reached for his knife on the table. This time, he made a cut down Will's sternum and went tortuously slow- allowing time for Will's tears to finally break from his eyes and stream down his face. He leaned in to Will's chest and licked the blood dripping from the wound.

Will could hardly take it anymore. Little moans, sounds that he had never made before, escaped his mouth and he continued to move his hips into Hannibal's grip on him.

"I want you to look at me again, Will. Let me see your eyes." Hannibal said forcibly, his hand starting to move on Will's Cock.

Will let out a sob and looked into Hannibal's eyes. He didn't want to look, but he couldn't help but do what was told of him. He wanted to make Hannibal happy.

The rhythmic movement on Will's erection and the unrelenting eye contact brought him over the edge almost immediately. For the few moments of orgasm Will completely lost himself in the mixture of pain and pleasure. He cried out loudly and searched for meaning in Hannibal Lecter's eyes. He shook violently with each tremor of pleasure that ran through his body; Hannibal's hands were covered in a mixture of blood and semen.

Without saying a word, Hannibal removed his hand from Will's cock and up to his mouth again.

"It's interesting. Your blood tastes like the blood of the first woman I ever fell in love with."