TOCCATA AND FUGUE (PRELUDE)
Author: Claritylore
Fandom: Hannibal
Status: Complete
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rated: M
Pairing: Hannibal/Will
Summary:
Hannibal is an Alpha with superhuman control and, despite the need to claim Will gnawing at him, he will not break. He knows that giving in will be the end of him; on some level, he's always known that Will will be the one to catch him, if he reveals himself. But then Will is courted by another male Alpha and, scenting that his heat cycle is approaching and he'll be bonded to someone else if he doesn't act, Hannibal decides to trade his freedom in order to bind Will to him forever...
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His mouth was dry and gritty, his head full of wasps and needles. He tried to move but had to stop and breathe deeply first. Every part if him felt strange and only barely connected.
Slowly, Will prised his eyelids apart. The light was dim but still hurt his eyes at first. He was used to headaches, so the one which crawled up from the base of his skull in response didn't affect him greatly beyond making it hard to keep his eyes open against the brightness.
He was seated, he realised, in a comfortable chair with wide arms and black leather upholstery. One of his hands was stuck to it, like he had been there some time, lightly sweating. Will prised it away and was grateful for the slight shock of sensation it provided. It helped to bring him back to consciousness.
Will made an effort to lift his chin. The blurry figure of a man slowly came to him. He recognised this, this position he was in, this view. It was familiar enough to be soothing. His heartbeat, which had been thundering, began to settle at the face he saw there.
"D'ctor?" he groaned and tried to swallow the grit making his mouth feel like sand. "Did... did I fall 'sleep?" That had to be it. He must have drifted off while they were talking.
"No Will," Lecter responded, and for the first time, Will realised that the expression on his friend's face was not one he'd ever seen before. It was serious as ever, but he also looked strangely concentrated, disquieted.
"I feel strange."
"You have been drugged." Lecter said it so perfunctorily, he might have been telling him about the weather. "A mild sedative. It will wear off shortly."
Will brought his surroundings into focus and realised that they were not, as he had initially believed, in Dr Lecter's office. The position of their seats were exactly as they would be in his practice room, but the room was smaller. It was Dr Lecter's drawing room. They were in his house in Baltimore.
He searched his mind for some indication of what had occurred before he woke up there. Where had he been before the darkness swallowed him?
A sudden tingle in his gut brought his memories back to him like a dart hitting bullseye. Of course... he had been at home, locked in his room, going back and forth between his phone and the box containing his hormone suppressing drugs and stimulation aid of choice for heat cycles. He had been securing his nest of pillows and sheets, so that when the heat began he would be able to relax.
"How... How did I get here?" he asked, throat still scratchy.
"I entered your home, using your spare key, and administered the sedative with a syringe. Forgive me Will, it was very discourteous, I know. Particularly given your impending heat."
Tension entered Will's posture as he looked, really looked at Dr Lecter properly. He breathed in through his nose, almost without thinking, and scented the man sitting across from him. The air was thick with Alpha pheromones, the fullness of which he had never tasted before. His body twitched all over in response, his Omega cycle responding.
The slight curve of a smile which appeared at Lecter's mouth indicated that he noticed Will's primal response.
TOCCATA AND FUGUE (ADAGIO)
Status: Complete
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rated: M
Pairing: Hannibal/Will
Summary:
Seven years on, Will is still haunted by his memories of Hannibal Lecter. When a serial killer nicknamed the Tooth Fairy starts wiping out whole families, he finds himself back in Baltimore and in a race against time to catch him. It just so happens that the only person who can help him is Hannibal.
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Even after so many years, Will couldn't stop the awful feelings of nausea that suffused through him every time his heat cycle began to creep across his skin. It would always begin the same way, with a nightmare of being in a forest at night, fire burning it down and surrounding him, his cries for help unheard as it finally swept over him and turned him to ashes. He would wake up shaking, rigid with fear and more, often than not, dry heaving or flat out vomiting.
No drugs seemed to be able to stop it, regardless of their combination, and the doctors had promised that it was not related to the bout of encephalitis that had almost destroyed him, and his son, seven years previously. Most of them could easily tell that he was going through the typical withdrawal symptoms of a bonded Omega who had been severed from his mate, but not one of them could adequetly explain why the effects were continuing across far more years than was normal, except to blur the edges of the diagnosis into a psychological condition.
Molly was patient with him. She was one of the few who knew the true story of what had happened to him and, as a gentle Beta who had been badly mistreated by several of the Alphas in her life out in Baltimore, she was happy to settle with him out on the island paradise of Sugarloaf Key in Florida. Theirs was a gentle marriage of convenience; something that wouldn't be out of place on postcards and behind the empty picture frames sold in tourist shops. It was slightly dreamy and painted in watercolours, with no great passion or need, but useful to them both as a safe harbour from the past.
While she seemed to grow calm as the ocean as time passed and she felt safe, he still felt like an approaching storm, with no right to live the life of a quiet family man fixing boat motors for a living. Sometimes, when he blinked, he could see the shadows and corpses, the blood and death, that no one else could. His eyes still burned through newspaper stories of brutal murders, bringing the smudged black and white images to life, reconstructing and reliving the events portrayed in type. Will still could not, even now, ever hide from the vivid insights of his mind.
But then there was his son, William Jnr, the bright light of his whole life: an intelligent and quiet boy who looked just like his fathers. The ladies who sold iced-cream and candies on the beach all called him a little heartbreaker. He patently looked nothing like Molly but nobody ever questioned it. No one got close enough.
William had inherited a broad mix of traits from both of his parents, most resembling Will when he smiled or cried and most resembling Hannibal when he concentrated, his empathy balanced, with nothing remotely abnormal surfacing in his behaviour patterns thus far. Will stared at him sometimes, seeing elements of the face that still haunted him, never able to forget Hannibal, even for a day, because of his son.
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TOCCATA AND FUGUE (AL FINE)
Status: Complete
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rated: M
Pairing: Hannibal/Will
Summary:
When Will took out Francis Dollarhyde, the so-called Tooth Fairy, he thought the danger to his family was over. But there are more monsters lurking in the shadows than he ever knew, and they're watching him now...
Preview :
From way out on the calm ocean, their home on the beach looked like no more than a small light on a distant island. It was a marker in the inkwell of the night and it reminded Will of all those times he'd stood far across the plains from his house in Wolf Trap and looked back through the rolling mists, when it looked like a ship out at sea, safe in isolation.
His son sat at the back of the boat, looking back to the shore, as he always did. When Will laid anchor and they stopped, he almost saw William's shoulders relaxing at last, his expression calming. He knew how he felt; the house looked contained, and the bad memories of what had happened that night seemed to be held at bay inside it.
He didn't know exactly why this had seemed like the right thing to do when he returned from the hospital to a son who was withdrawn and haunted by nightmares that had rendered him unable even to speak. Kray Sanchez, a local with a lot of boats for hire, and a constant need for a trustworthy person to sort out their engines, had offered the use of them as a welcome home gesture, and he'd known what to do. Will just knew, somehow, that this was the only thing that would help.
He lay back on the cushions out on the back deck of the Windspire and stared up at the stars above them. It took a few minutes but then his son was with him, curling into his side and resting his head on his shoulder. Will pulled him close and kissed the top of his head.
"It's alright, buddy. We're safe here."
It would take a while for sleep to come, and normally Will let the calm sounds of the ocean soothe them both. But tonight, while the weather was accommodating and the ocean dreamy, he knew it was time to start the process of confrontation. William couldn't go on like this, a prisoner of his fears. Platitudes and reassurances about how their attacker was dead and they were safe now were not snapping him out of it.
Molly had already found a child psychologist and set her to work prodding around inside William's head, apparently before Will was even out of the ER. He hated the whole idea of it and made it known to his wife. It was a violation, nothing less than that in his eyes, and her persistence with it enraged him in a way he could barely disguise.
Things were not going well at all. Whatever initial forgiveness Molly had bestowed when he returned from Baltimore reeking of Hannibal Lecter, and however sincere his desire to maintain their life together had been, both had been damaged by the chain of events that swiftly followed.
They had been tracked down and attacked, in the home she had loved as a child, which she had shared with him out of kindness and love, by a psychopath. Will's face had been mutilated by a deep laceration that ran from the apple of his left cheek, over his nose and down to his jaw, taking over his face like the tattooed representation of the darkness that was spreading beneath.
This man had come for Will, and Will alone, but they were all scarred. His son had seen their family pet murdered horrendously, been manhandled into their home and threatened with a shard of glass by an insane killer, and then thought he'd seen his father shot dead. Unsurprisingly, William was not the same child now. Molly, in her fear and helplessness, quietly blamed Will for bringing that evil back with him like a plague, and Will knew how she felt; he couldn't even look at his reflection without feeling remorse.
"Things have been pretty hard around here," he said, and felt William tense. "Your mother and I... well, it's got difficult. It was my fault that man came after us. I think, well, I'm pretty sure we're not going to be able to stay here much longer. I know you don't feel safe in that house anymore and neither does she. She's been talking about going to stay with her parents...." Will paused to gulp, unsure of how best to continue. "Molly and I aren't going to be able to live together much longer and she wants you to go stay with her for a while, with grandma and grandpa."
William sat up and looked down at him with a heartbreaking questioning in his eyes.
"You have to understand, it's not that I want you to go. God, never. I... I don't know what I'd do without you. But I want you to decide. She's been your mother since you were born and, well, I can't make the decision for you. I'm sorry... this is the hardest thing I'll ever ask you to do."
His son studied him, those Lecter family eyes shining in the moonlight. He slowly settled back down and clung onto him, tightly. Will hoped, but couldn't be certain, that it was an indication that maybe, just maybe, he might want to stick with his strange, disfigured, broken wreck of a dad.
Something hit his chest. It took him a second to realise that it was William's fist. It crashed down again, and was then joined by his other one. His son's face was twisted with unsuppressed tears as he continued to hit him, faster and faster, some innate frustration he wasn't able to communicate to Will spilling out violently. The blows didn't hurt physically but they hurt Will inside.
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