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“I Hannibal Anatolijus Lecter do take thee William James Graham to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others unto death do us part”
From behind Will Abigail gave a choked sob which she muffled into tissues, they were happy tears of course that she shed as she witnessed the marriage of Hannibal and Will
“I William James Graham” Will said faltering a little over the words as emotion choked him too “Do take thee Hannibal Anatolijus Lecter to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others unto death us do part”
The Priest, an elderly man who’s face was scored with liver spots and wrinkles smiled at the couple “Now the rings” he said in an age roughened voice
Hannibal took the platinum band that was inscribed with his initials and slipped it onto Will’s finger
“With this ring I thee wed”
Taking a platinum band inscribed with his own initials Will reciprocated the gesture giving Hannibal his ring so they would forever be wearing each other’s initials upon their wedding bands.
“I now pronounce you joined in Holy Matrimony” The Priest declared and stepped back as Abigail threw confetti over Will and Hannibal as the Lady who had been arranging flowers in the Chapel and been called upon to act as second witness clapped enthusiastically while Will and Hannibal kissed for the first time as Husbands.
“Congratulations” she said in heavily accented English
“Merci” Hannibal replied with a thrilled smile while Will spread his arms to receive an ecstatic Abigail who kissed his cheeks beaming brightly.
Using her phone she snapped pictures of Hannibal and Will as they signed the register and their marriage certificate. They had decided to take the chance and marry in a small village outside of Paris under their real names so that this wedding certificate and the marriage could never be considered null and void as it would if they were under false identities.
“Now” Hannibal said as Will completed his signature “Time for Dinner!”.
Paris
“Remind me what exactly we are doing here?” Will asked sipping his scotch and looking round the bar which was filled with society people who made him feel hopelessly outclassed and under dressed despite the Armani he was wearing.
Hannibal may have agreed on letting him continue to wear jeans on a regular basis rather than the tailored suits he favoured for himself but he had not agreed to let Will wear anything less than designer jeans and had insisted on having them tailored to fit rather than just bought of the rack.
Hannibal himself was for once not in one of his exquisite suits but in full bikers leather which went with the motorbike parked out front.
Looking at Hannibal in the tight leather made Will seriously wish that his jeans were less fitted especially over the crotch!. Clenching his fist and digging his nails into his palms to try and take his mind off the increasingly pressing problem thrusting against his jeans!.
Hannibal smiled one of his indulgent/exasperated smiles, (Will was becoming well versed in knowing all of Hannibal’s smiles).
“We are here my darling to acquire our new identities which will lead us to Florence” he replied taking a sip of his champagne, he rose an eyebrow as a handsome gentleman caught his eye and made his way over.
“I couldn’t help but notice the two of you from across the room” the gentleman said his accent British and cultured showing a good education at either Oxford or Cambridge.
“And I couldn’t help but think you both find Roman as detestable as I do!”
Will made a humming noise and took a mouthful of scotch to let Hannibal field the conversation
“Have you read his works?, they are appalling!” the man went on grinning at them “Blink once if you agree!”
Hannibal complied giving a single blink
“Do you know Doctor Fell personally?” Hannibal asked
“He and his Husband Leo Fell” the Gentleman said, “I was Roman’s TA at Cambridge”
Cambridge then not Oxford
“How do you know them Mr…?”
“Anatolijus Zemaitis” Hannibal replied “This is my Husband James”
“Anthony Dimond” the Gentleman said shaking Hannibal and then Will’s hand
“In answer to your question we have only a passing acquaintance with the Fell’s” Hannibal said
“All the better, Leo is worse than Roman!” Anthony stated finishing his champagne and sighed deeply “Well I suppose I should mingle and try to keep out of Roman’s way if at all possible!”, he smiled charmingly “Very nice meeting you both”
“Likewise” Will said trying to be a smooth and calm as Hannibal
“Hopefully we’ll meet again” Hannibal said sharing a smile with Anthony as he departed.
Will took a deep sigh of relief and finished his scotch, “I don’t know how you can be so calm” he said to Hannibal who was once again staring at his intended, Roman Fell
“Are not all predators calm before they strike?” Hannibal asked “The Lion does not panic when he spies the antelope, the wolf does not tremble when he see’s the rabbit, the Hawk does not freeze when he sights the vole”
“Yes but we are not lions, wolves, or hawks” Will countered shifting closer to Hannibal, almost hiding himself behind the broadness of his shoulders and looking around out of the corner of his eyes at the crowd about them, “Besides I feel like I’m the prey right now, the rabbit about to get torn apart by the ravening wolf!”
Hannibal chuckled quietly and reached back to take Will’s hand in his own raising it to his lips and kissed his knuckles “You my sweet Mongoose are no ones prey but mine and while I take great pleasure in devouring you I promise I will never tear you apart!”
Will’s cheeks flushed crimson and his problem with the crotch of his trousers grew worse still
“Christ sakes Hannibal you’re killing me here!” he complained in his hushed voice “Don’t you ever wear leather in public again it’s a weapon of mass distraction if not destruction!”
Hannibal’s vanity veritably sang at this praise even if it was said in the form of a complaint from a clearly uncomfortable Will, the source of his discomfort was equally clear with a single glance below his belt!.
“It is nice to know that marriage has not taken the passion out of our relationship!”
Will glared at his husband “You’re a damn sadist!”.
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Abigail was lain on her belly across the corner suite sofa flipping through TV channels in the hotel suite that Hannibal had rented for them. The president suite of course!.
She looked up as Will came in undoing his tie and discarding it on the table just right of the door where the phone sat.
“Where’s Hannibal?” she asked reaching down into the bowl of popcorn which was on the floor in front of her and grabbed a handful to munch on
“Getting our new identities and dinner!” Will replied untucking his shirt and slinging his jacket over the back of the sofa before throwing himself down upon it, he smiled and stretched his left arm over the back of the sofa as Abigail moved and curled up against him bringing the popcorn with her for them to share
“Anything decent on the box?” he asked taking a handful, hmm packet bought toffee popcorn, Hannibal would have a fit!
“Nothing so far” Abigail replied continuing to skip through the channels “I guess soap opera’s are shit in any country”
“Something all countries have in common” Will agreed getting himself comfortable as Abigail settled on some Chat show which was of course in French “Have you decided on a name for yourself yet?” he asked reaching for another handful of Popcorn
“A couple but I’m not sure” Abigail said “So far I like Antonia, Alessia, Chiara, Gabriella, Sabrina, and Zarah”
To help her blend in once they got to Florence they had decided that Abigail should have an Italian name of her own choosing. At present she was known as Lily Zemaitis, the adopted daughter of Hannibal and Will. Once they got to Florence she would be Will’s or rather Leo’s biological daughter via a surrogate Mother.
“If I may suggest” Will offered “Try for a name that does not sound too dissimilar to Abigail so it won’t be confusing for you until you get use to it”.
This seemed like a fair suggestion to Abigail who nodded her head thinking back over her list of names, “Gabriella then, that sounds similar enough to Abigail, Gabriella Zarah?”
“Sounds good to me” Will agreed “We’ll let Hannibal know when he gets back”, he ran a hand over his face “Fancy a hot chocolate to go with this…,”, he paused and watched an over weight woman screaming at a scrawny man on the TV screen “Whatever the hell this is!?”
“Yeah!” Abigail laughed “With whipped cream and marshmallows!”
They eyeballed each other in mock seriousness “Don’t tell Hannibal!”, sharing a laugh Will went to get their stash of instant hot chocolate, marshmallows, and canister whipped cream while Abigail put the kettle on for the hot water.
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Across Paris Leo Fell entered the apartment he shared with his husband Roman and paused at the sound of Opera music playing on the sound system.
There was the smell of cooking in the air, some kind of meat but he was not sure what.
Walking deeper into the apartment he stopped dead at the sight of a handsome fair haired man sitting at the dinner table eating a meal.
“Bonsoir!” Hannibal said congenially.