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''How do you know I have a mate?'' Will asks his mother as she reads him a love tale about the undying love of two knights who tried to kill each other to bond for life.
''You will try to kill each other, my dearie'' she says, asif that makes more sense. Will, with sadness, realizes his parents had anticipated each other's death. But he didn't want to lose any of them. His mind worked overtime as nothing made sense in the adult world.
He was only 7 years old.
''but i want to live the rest of my life with that person. Did you want to kill my dad?'' he asks, tears welling up in his big blue eyes. His mother cooed softly and kissed her darling boy.
''i still do sometimes, when he sneaks you caramels late at night'' Will giggles at that, and he was attacked with thousands of kisses on his cheeks.
Will wakes up, stuttering breath filled his lungs with the freshness of the sea air. He hadn't had that dream in a while, and he thought this memory was locked and the key thrown away to never be remembered. His mind was fickle, just as his mate was. He was definitely blaming him for opening his mind and further exploring it when their bond was created.
Their bond had been an exquisite addition to Will's mind, all pain and desire in one. and the one desire to kill had not been quenched enough at the start. His mate had proven that to him many times, and Will did the same in return. His mother was right. He had met his true mate the way she had met his father. Although his mate was not hard to love, trying to kill him was very hard to do. He was glad his mate had survived his attempt. throwing them off a cliff only cemented their mutual bond. The rest remained in the memories of their scars on their bodies. Hi, mate, he has proven himself worthy.
He smiled fondly at the thought of his mate, and he buried his head into the soft pillows, his hands reaching out to his mate. His hand was met by the cold space where his mates should be snoring away his morning, but his spot was empty, and his body had already painfully tugged at his heart. He groaned and stretched, shivering as the morning breeze greeted him once he opened the door to his little balcony of the beach house they have been residing in since the fall. It was idyllic and perfect to settle down, away from the eyes of Jack and the FBI. Here they were alone and could be true to their nature, which was full of darkness. His mate was reavnoues now more than ever, especially when his belly was now carrying a precious cargo.
Will's inner bond had thrummed gently when he had felt his mate's mood change. leaving him with no other choice but to find him.
Along his legs, he had felt a warm furry body rub against him ''Hey, buddy'' he greeted his golden boy. Winston was always the first one to greet him in the morning, either licking his face or digging his cute snout into his hand, asking for cuddles. He was such a loyal dog, and how could he refuse when his furry friend niuzzled into his touch and lolled his tongue when he got some belly srtcahes in return.
''where is he, hm? want to help me find him?'' Will prompted the dog to find his mate, and with delight, Will loved the way Winston followed him loyally on his search party. Buster and Lisa also joined them once he was in the kitchen.
He had found his usual morning cup of coffee. The steam was still coming from it, so his mate couldn't be awake for too long. He took a sip of the fresh brew and hummed happily at the slight aroma of cinnamon and caramel. I was perfect.
He eyed the kitchen stove, and he huffed a laugh when he found a couple of sweet apple and caramel tartlets, work if his mate no doubt. He took a bite and moaned at the flavours exploding in his mouth. These were the little pieces of heaven Wil was positive would only be found in his afterlife. In a way, it is his afterlife, but i wouldn0t be complete without his mate lounging on the couch, reading a book, and nibbling on his morning snack.
He followed his pups, who were flocking around Hannibal, and sat down, when the man had started reading them aloud one of the romance books he had found himself obsessed with. It was Will's best day in his entire life when he found Hannibal, nose buried in the book of those cheap romance novels that could be read as erotic novels for elderly women.
Will couldn't be more smitten by the man, even if at one point he wanted to kill him and bury him six feet under ground.
''Morning, sweetheart, " Will placed a gentle kiss on Hanniabal's head, who was startled and immediately offered him his lips for a kiss.
''Good morning, Will.'' Hannibal greeted. He was blushing at being caught eating his sweet treat.
''Morning sickness?'' Will guessed that his mate had a habit of having a craving after throwing up his insides into the toilet in the mornings. Unfortunately for Hannibal, his morning sickness was lasting all day and never seemed to trully stop, so Will didn't have the heart to deprive him of his carvings when he needed to get rid of the foul states of vomit.
''she is relentless today. The only thing she is happy with is my apple tartlets.'' Hanniabl cutely pouts and covers his hand over his stomach. It was still fairly flat, but Will could see his muscles getting softer and his hips wider. His mouth watered at the thought of having Hannibal six ways till Sunday in his bed.
''Darling,'' Hannibal eyed his knowingly, their bond allowing them to feel each other's thoughts, not entirely reading them, but the feelings thrumming through their bodies could make sense of unspoken words. Hannibal loved to use it to his advantage fully.
''Maybe later in the day, " Hannibal kisses Will softly, promising there will be plenty of time to enjoy their bodies, but once he is free of the dizziness.
''Did you sleep well?'' He diverts their thought to Will's late rising.
''weird actually, " Will says honestly. No use in lying to his mate now. He would know through his bond. ''i dreamed of my mother''
''Oh?'' Hannibal's curiosity was piqued now, and he gladly let his beloved snuggle up on the couch with him as his book was gently dropped on the nearby coffee table. His apple tartlet is still secure to be nibbled on.
His little precious child wouldn't let up today, unless it is sweet apples and caramel.
He is thrilled to see that Will brought an offering and gladly snatched a couple of tartlets off the plate.
Will knowingly smiled, the man was parczically glowing when his moods would change and dispute his morning sickness, the man was postivively radiant when he wanted to be.
''I dreamt of my mother.'' Hannibal snuggled into his open arms when Will settled near him, and he sought comfort in his arms immediately, arms wrapped aroundhis belly. ''talking about mates and killing each other until we are bonded through dying breaths.''
Hannibal hummed approvingly, very much dying at the moment his bond had cemented between him and Will. He could still feel his heart tugging on its heart every once in a while, trying to test its strength, and just like he was sure of it, it was stronger than any doubt he had.
Their last fall was their last breath of the life they once had, now entering a new one. Their crisis was this beach house away from everyone who had deemed their darkness an imminent doom.
''It was the sweetness of death that filled my lungs anew, bond gave us life I could never predict.''
''You never really could predict me entirely, Han.''
''Very true, my love. not even when you had managed to put a child in me. Once again, our bond had tested us.'' Hannibal admits. Their child had an appetite for dramatics. Hannibal settles into the softened domesticity, and he couldn't deny that his rekindled passion for blood and bite could only be spurred by their child.
''is that so? trying to kill me for the third time wasn't enough?''
''No. I believe 'she' will be as ferocious as I am'' Hannibal teasingly answered, and both of them chuckled.
Will loves it and just as his sweet lover had said, agrees that stopping their desire to kill will be fruitless.
''i wouldn't have it any other way. Our desire to kill is a testament to our love'' Hannibal whispers reassuringly, smitten over his lovely boy and kisses him sweetly when Will's hands wander under his loosely buttoned shirt to caress his soft belly, skin on skin. Hannibal positively shivers under the gentle touches and purrs out when the hand travels down south to his heating core between his legs.