e's not sure when Will's body becomes his, but, he possesses it nonetheless. Hannibal may not own the other's mind, but he sinks into it every now and then, when Will permits it, and sees things from the "psychopaths" point of view. It's thrilling.
So bloody and grim inside Will's mind; Hannibal wants to consume all of it, and make Will re-digest it, to make him want to turn to the good doctor again so that he can be safe once more.
It's almost to easy the way Will finds comfort in him; but, its not as easy as the others trust him, the fools. The wolf is already in the pasture with the sheep and they don't even realize it.
Except maybe Will.
He suspects.
And Hannibal likes it.
He likes the way Will's pupils dilate when he looks at the taller man, the way his breath quickens when Hannibal steps nearer to him. He loves the closeness he forces on Will sometimes; it makes him feel even more powerful than usual, and it makes him want to inhale that sweet, musky scent that is his beloved.
Because that's what Will is, his beloved.
He Who Is Not To Be Eaten.
The One that shall not perish so that he will become another's meal, because, let's face it; if anyone were to place Will's remains on their table it would be Hannibal. But, he doesn't plan on doing that, not yet anyway.
He wants to watch Will burn, to see his flesh melt until his very bones and structure are revealed to the world, revealed to Hannibal, so that he can keep them for himself and never let Will go.
Lecter is not like Hobbs, he does not flaunt the souvenirs of his kills; but, he would gladly hoard Will, if he could.
But, he can not.
Will is a creature of habit, one who does not let himself be taken; he is a challenge, something that catches peoples attention, people who, sadly, Hannibal has to drive off. He must mark his territory after all.
He must keep all of the nosy police force, journalists and others who would interfere in his courtship away from his Will.
Because that's what Will is, his...
