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“Our employer wishes to have a word with you take your leave for the evening. It’s been suggested you make a drink for yourself before I escort you to his quarters. You may be there for some time.”
Will’s stomach tightened into a hard knot. He can’t possibly know. That’s the only explanation but…
“Look, Mr. Bennett—”
“Just Bennett,” the other man interrupted. “Are you sure you do not wish to make yourself something to drink?” Will shook his head and took a careful step towards the doors.
“I am exhausted,” he tried. “It’s been a long day and I—”
“Have to be in a classroom at 8AM sharp to teach the method of reading ballistics patterns in crimes of passion,” Bennett murmured. “Our employer is very well aware of your full schedule, Mr. Graham. He’s gone to great lengths to ensure he would remain until you were no longer occupied, and he has many other things to attend to before his day concludes. Shall we?”OR
Will Graham has been working undercover for the Bureau for almost a year, completely unaware that the man he has been hunting has much better, far more sensual things in mind for them both. -
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“Detective Graham.”
Silence met Hannibal Lecter’s smooth, honeyed query. Had it been any other situation, he would have taken insult, but the man that stood before him was clearly not mentally in the room with them. He’d handled Hannibal’s things far more than any of the other officers, as if he intended to leave his mark in smudges of nitrile instead of fingerprints, in long, probing glances instead of blood, or sweat, or tears. Now, as Hannibal wanted answers, the detective’s gaze remained irritatingly fixed on the ground, giving Hannibal ample time to hungrily study the edges of his profile; a cut-glass jawline that was softened by the curve of plush lips, the unkempt boyish length of unruly curls that emphasized the detective’s obvious youth enough to make a mockery of his clear intelligence. Hannibal should have been vexed that someone so inexperienced had been brought into his home, but the very thought of any negative emotions fled the moment he’d laid eyes on him.OR
A man dies in Hannibal's home. The detective assigned to his case almost makes up for the inconvenience. Will Graham may choose to ignore him, but it can't last forever. -
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“I don’t have enough time to find someone to help me,” Will bit out harsher than he meant to be. “At this rate, my peak will hit in three days or less - Adam ensured he left me at a time when he could be certain it would hurt the most. He knows I won’t use a service—”
“But you could,” Jack interjected. “I know how you feel about them, but just this once you—”
“Don’t start,” Will growled. “I’ve never paid a stranger to fuck the heat from my body, Jack. I won’t start that shit now. There is no sense in bringing it up, so just don’t.” The line went silent; Will could practically hear the gears in Jack’s head turning. No. It’s embarrassing enough to lay my flayed heart across the floor for my boss to see. I am not going to entertain any further inquiries.
Will Graham is an Omega with a problem; his long time Alpha has left him just before his heat is scheduled to begin, leaving him to deal with the bloody consequences.
When Will meets his new psychiatrist, he may get far more than he expected from him. -
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“What is the meaning of this?” Will bit out. “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you have any idea who you’ve kidnapped?”
Hannibal’s breath caught in his throat.
The profiler’s voice was rich; deeper than he’d expected and heady as a glass of wine. His anger roughened the dulcet tones to a delicious growl, but Hannibal could listen to him speak for hours and never tire of the sound. The silence stretched for long moments before he realized he was staring, lost in thought. Hannibal shook his head and crossed his legs, focusing instead on Will’s questions.
“I take it that’s a no to the drink,” he replied smoothly, reaching for his own cup. “And you know very well who I am. We are in constant contention; it would be difficult to be unfamiliar.”
Hannibal Lecter, head of the crime syndicate of Baltimore, Maryland, has everything he could possibly want - that is, except peace. When the man who has been causing him not end of trouble asks for his help, the two of them, once thinking themselves in complete opposition, might find they have more in common than either could possibly imagine.
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“Do you have plans tomorrow?” he asked before he could stop himself. Hannibal glanced up from toeing their quarry with one shined Italian loafer, surprise painted clearly into his handsome features. Will suddenly wanted to be alone with that look on Hannibal’s face. Alone and able to act on all of the feelings that seemed ready to tear him apart at the seams.
“Tomorrow?” the psychiatrist parroted, clearly confused. Will’s lips lifted into a small, sincere smile.
“It’s Thanksgiving, Hannibal,” he clarified. “I know you canceled the party you planned for fear you’d be ‘interrupted during preparations’.” Will made air quotes as he spoke, deepening his voice comically to mimic Hannibal’s speech. “I didn’t make any plans either, but I suppose if you’ve got something going I can always call Beverly and—”
“You will do no such thing,” Hannibal interrupted, waving a hand as if to dispel smoke. “I’d enjoy it very much if we take the opportunity to have some quiet time together. Alone,” he added, emphasizing the word. Will’s smile deepened into a playful grin.
“Alone it is, then. Your place or mine?”OR
After a case, Will and Hannibal test what growing closer really means.Series
- Part 1 of Holiday Advent, 2024