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Title: Mutual Dislike
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 27, Animal
Author's Note: Sequel to "Make A Choice."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


He really didn't like that animal. Not at all.

Hannibal sighed as he pulled out his keys to open the front door of his home, glancing down at the picnic basket in his hand. Well, that had been a waste of time.

He had hope that he and Will would be able to have a pleasant meal, and then retire to the bedroom at Will's home. But that animal, that new dog, had spoiled his plans, and he had come back to his own home with his desires unfulfilled. It wasn't at all what he had wanted.

There had to be some way that he could make Will get rid of that dog. After all, he knew plenty of people who would take care of it, and appreciate having a pet.

That animal couldn't be allowed to stay with Will.

If it did, Hannibal had no doubt that it would destroy more plans. And he didn't think that the dog's attitude towards him was going to get any more conciliatory.

What was it about him that the dog objected to? He had been polite, had even thought that the animal might be as friendly as Will's other dogs were. The others didn't seem to have any problems being around him; some of them even seemed to like his company.

But this one was different, for some odd reason. The creature had made its dislike plain, and Hannibal had to admit that he returned that dislike in full.

Usually, he didn't mind animals at all, even though he had no pets of his own. Or he at least tolerated them, even if he didn't particularly like them.

This was different. It was as though the dog realized that he was a kind of predator, as if the animal could see all that he kept so carefully hidden within the darkness of his personal life. It was a chilling thought, to feel that the animal could see into him, that the dog somehow knew what he was.

Did that make the dog smarter than most people? Probably so, Hannibal thought as he made his way to the kitchen to start unpacking the picnic basket.

People didn't seem to be as discerning, or as astute, as this animal was.

Somehow, he would have to find a way to get that dog out of Will's life, he thought, his lips thinning into a straight line, a frown fixed upon his features.

He didn't know how he would do it, but he would manage to talk Will into giving that dog to someone else. Then things could go back to normal between them, and he wouldn't have to worry about an animal being antagonistic towards him and making him feel uncomfortable.

He'd have to think of a way to separate Will from that animal -- even if it meant being more than a bit underhanded and sneaky when he went about it.

Hannibal smiled at that thought. He was very good at being sneaky.