In therapy, Will tells Hannibal about missing his guilty pleasures, referencing to Hannibal stabbing him. Hannibal knows Will gets off to the thought of it, yet he asks for more details. How Will likes it best. Deep, slow and sensual.
Hannibal offers to come over that night for dinner, Will goes without a second thought but he does overthink about what will happen. They devour Hannibal's last victim with pure joy, the meal is amazing as always.
Will stands up to leave when he feels Hannibal's arms around his waist pulling him back to the kitchen, dancing to the classic music playing from his vinyl player. Hannibal turns him around and holds on of Will's hand.
The lead was taken by Hannibal, Will followed his step and leaned in closer. Suddenly, he felt a sharp blade piercing his intestines. Will let out a whine and holds Hannibal tightly, he rests his head in his neck and leans forward, letting the blade enter his organs slowly.
Hannibal whispers sweet words in his ears, keeping a strong grip on the blade while holding Will's side. Hannibal removes the knife leaving the tip in, and pulled it back inside teasing the edge of the existing wound. Will grabbed Hannibal's shoulder and hold on to him for dear life.
He glanced at the couch convincialy placed right behind Will, slowly walked towards it and made Will sit down. He gently removed the knife, picked up the towel placed on the couch and pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding.
Will was patched up, freshly shower under Hannibal's care and placed in bed with warm clothes. The fabric of the bandage against his stomach was caressed by Hannibal's fingers lovingly. Hannibal was quick to join the bed with Will already half asleep under the sheets. Will held him close against his chest, Hannibal had his hands on Will at all times that night.