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Will kissed Hannibal for the first time in the middle of an argument. It had started over something so inconsequential. The variety of tomato they should plant in their garden. Will didn’t even care. He just wanted to fight.
“You think you know everything,” Will said.
“I know many things,” Hannibal replied with a smirk.
Will wanted to slap him.
“Maybe we just need a bigger house with a bigger garden. One big enough for your ego.”
“If you insist.”
Will made a sound that was half growl, half sigh, and gripped Hannibal by the shoulders. “Shut up,” he said, and without thinking wrenched Hannibal forward and pressed their lips together.
Tense and dry and full of teeth. This is how he would describe it. Their muscles pulled taut and the breath that passed between them tasted like a truce. When Will pulled back, Hannibal was wide-eyed and motionless.
“We’re not growing tomatoes in our garden,” Will said.
Hannibal nodded, a fire swelling in his eyes.