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"Good evening Dr. Lecter."
"Good evening Will. Please come in."
Will nodded slightly his and entered his friend's house. Yes, it has taken a lot of time, but Will now thought of Hannibal as his friend.
The doctor had invited him to have diner at his place so that Will could think about something other than all the murders that constantly haunted him.
At least, that's what he told him. The reality was quite different. In truth, he was planning to get Will in his bed.
Poor Will was not suspecting anything. Yes, Hannibal was sure of it, Will was going to get devoured tonight.
"Hmm... Doctor? Why are you smiling?"
"It's simply because I am glad you could come, my dear Will."
At these words Will reddened slightly, which amused the doctor greatly.
Hannibal had planned everything and had been looking forward to this dinner for over a week.
"Let me take your coat" Hannibal said.
Will did not have enough time to react, Hannibal was already removing his coat from his shoulders.
He was being almost... sensual?
No. It had to be his imagination.
Hannibal took the opportunity to breathe in Will's scent.
You smell truly delicious Will, he thought.
He caught Will looking at him strangely and wondered if he had been thinking aloud.
Then Will looked away and bit his lower lip.
Hannibal had to restrain himself from pouncing on him and ravish him like an animal.
Everything have to be perfect tonight, he thought, and everything will be.
"Follow me. I will lead you to the dining room."
Will followed him into the dining room and approached the table. Hannibal, ever the gentleman, pulled a chair for Will to sit in.
The doctor had set the table for the occasion.
There was a candle in front of each plate, the table was covered in a crimson tablecloth and an orchid was placed in a bowl at the center of the table. Hannibal had placed Will in front of him so that he would be able to look directly at him all evening; and all night if all went as planned.
He had left little light in the room to make the atmosphere more appropriate for his ultimate purpose.
"I'll go get the entrée, I'll be right back, Will."
Will nodded and watched as Hannibal left for the kitchen.
He let out a slight sigh as he pondered the fact that his name sounded so good in his friend's mouth.
He then thought of Hannibal's mouth when he was eating, of his lips when they closed delicately on his fork, of his lips when-
"Asparagus salad with saffron-flavored seafood"
Will startled and turned bright red.
Hannibal had almost whispered the words in his ear.
"What were you thinking about,Will? You are redder that a tomato. I could eat you right now."
Hannibal then placed a beautiful plate in front of Will, leaning perhaps a little too far into him, as his jaw brushed his cheek doing so.
Will did not dare to move and waited for his host to put down his own plate and sit down to start his appetizer.
It was then that Will took a quick glance at Hannibal and shivered as he looked at those brown orbs.
He thought he saw red reflections in them for a moment.
Hannibal suddenly smiled at him, which made Will realize that he was staring at him with great intensity.
His gaze then fell on his plate, not without reddening even more.
Meanwhile, Hannibal was contemplating his ingredients' choice: asparagus had great aphrodisiacs properties, seafood being very good sexual stimulants and saffron, a fantastic aphrodisiac spice.
Hannibal raised his fork and announced with a smile:
"Bon appétit."