Hannibal: Guess who I'm eating tonight.
Will: You asshole, I knew you that you are cheating on me.
Hannibal: I... Was talking about the food.
Will: Oh-
Hannibal: You think I'm cheating on you??
Will: ...No

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Hannibal: Guess who I'm eating tonight.
Will: You asshole, I knew you that you are cheating on me.
Hannibal: I... Was talking about the food.
Will: Oh-
Hannibal: You think I'm cheating on you??
Will: ...No
Will Graham: Poor Dr. Du Maurier - swallowed whole, suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels for what must've felt like an eternity. You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia, you just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered.
lets face it tho will graham and clarice starling would probably not get along at all at first, like, hannibal would probably have to work hard at it for them to just interact without all the sassy passive-aggressiveness
They're lying lengthwise on the couch, sharing lazy kisses after a lovely dinner when Will gasps what he's been thinking for a while now. He gazes at Hannibal's thin mouth, just slightly plush from their kissing, and asks, "Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?" He realizes how rude that is and flushes. "I just mean- You just- Oh, hell, I'm sorry." Hannibal smiles, only amused, and kisses lightly at the edge of Will's mouth. Will takes a slow breath and starts again. "I only mean to say that you're a fantastic kisser." "I had an excellent teacher." Hannibal ruffles Will's hair, "I was a little younger than you when we met in Prague." Will is suddenly interested, resting his cheek against Hannibal's shoulder. "Will you tell me?" He asks, raising one hand to smooth his palm over crisp white cotton, "You don't talk about it much, when you still lived in Europe." Hannibal tangles his fingers in Will's curls and sighs. "He was much older than I was at the time, a violinist with a local orchestra. I would study at the desk while he played in the window until it was dark. It was his apartment, much more spacious than mine at the time, and his neighbors never commented when I would stay the night. Leave for my flat in the morning, rumpled." Will laughs softly, tipping his head up to brush his mouth against Hannibal's jaw. "You?" He asks, "Rumpled? I can't imagine." Hannibal only swats at him lightly. "I was much younger then, not always so careful." Will smiles at the mental image, a young, more carefree Hannibal, having a romp in Prague. It falters as he realizes, "You were lovers?" Hannibal's smile is nostalgic. "Indeed. He was a demanding lover, insisted he teach me everything he knew." He pauses, looking down to take in Will's expression. "There is no need to be jealous, Will. It was a long time ago." He takes Will's chin between his fingers, easing him into meeting their eyes. "I've got my own young lover to teach, now." Will is helpless to the blush that colors his cheeks. "You promise?" It's barely a breath of words, but Will aches for the answer. "Of course, William." Hannibal seals it with a kiss.
Tumblr is just full of couples right now ._.