I'm not afraid of pain. [ Will said, his tone losing some of it's knee-jerk defensiveness from a moment earlier. ] Pleasure can blur the lines.

[ Besides, pleasure was too close a reminder to Molly. The sweetness and unconditional acceptance she had brought into his life, only to have him turn around and infuse her own with pain, terror and grief.

He didn't deserve pleasure, not in it's pure form. He deserved the dark horror that he and Hannibal visited upon each other. The pain seen from the outside, but the inexplicable beauty they each found within that pain.

Lost to his thoughts, he didn't recognize Jean-Claude's movement until those cool fingers were brushing across his scruffy jaw. It was too late to knock the hand away, and Will wasn't so twitchy any more that he needed to be physically sharp all the time. ]

You don't want my darker passions. Too many monsters lie in those shadows. [ He said in a quiet tone. ] I have no qualms about giving you what you need, Jean-Claude, and I have no intention of trying to compel you beyond your boundaries. But I must ask that you respect my own in this matter.

You may have control of your monster, but mine are not so easily quieted.