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Title: A Paralyzing Fear
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
author's Note: Sequel to "All He Can Give."
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'd never been so terrified in his life.

Did he really want this, or was he being coerced into it? Will wasn't sure, and at the moment, he didn't have the mental capacity to say either yes or no.

He felt as though he was straddling the proverbial fence, part of him wanting to move forward with this, to find out what it would be like to let Hannibal make love to him, and part of him wanting to turn and run away, to flee from an overwhelming situation.

He was caught between a rock and hard place, unable to move in one direction or the other, trapped like a deer in the headlights.

Those hands on his body were so seductive, sliding over his skin like silk, as though they were making Will into what Hannibal wanted him to be, molding him to the other man's specifications. He couldn't turn away from them; they held him in place, rooted to the spot.

The truth was, he couldn't have moved if he had tried. He felt as if he had been overcome by a paralyzing fear, one that turned him into a statue.

How was he going to get out of this.

Did he really want to get out of it, though? Will wasn't sure; he didn't know what to think, what to feel. This was all completely new to him.

He'd never felt this way before, never experienced the kind of physical sensations that Hannibal was giving him. And his body wanted more of it.

His body felt as though it was burning; at the moment, all he wanted to do was lean into Hannibal's touch, to let it flow through him and throw his inhibitions to the wind, to follow his instincts and simply do what his body was telling him to do.

What his body wanted to do was to immerse himself in Hannibal, to simply enjoy whatever might happen and to hell with the consequences.

But listening to his body could prove disastrous, and Will knew it. His mind told him to pull back, to be cautious, to look before he decided to leap.

Which would win out -- his mind, or his body? The paralyzing fear that told him to turn and run, to grab his clothes and leave this house, or the need that he had to step into the fire and risk getting burned to a crisp in the heat of what he knew would come next?

He didn't know which way to turn, which would be the best thing for him to do. He was paralyzed, unable to make a decision, the moment frozen in time.

All he could do was stand there, feeling Hannibal's hands on his body, rushing over his skin, coaxing him, seducing him, beckoning seductively to him.

The terror rose, crested .... then, miraculously, began to recede.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do. It might not be best for him, and he might regret it in the future. But for now, for tonight, he would have no regrets.

He was going to step into Hannibal's embrace, to throw aside his fears and not let himself be ruled by them. He was going to be adventurous, to set out on a path he had never traveled before and let it take him where it would, without looking back.

He wasn't going to retrace his steps. He wasn't going to run away. He was going to walk into the future, and take whatever might come to him.

With that decision firmly in his mind, he opened his eyes, staring back into the dark depths of Hannibal's gaze. Will wasn't entirely sure just what he read there, but he was sure that the other man's desire matched his own.

He leaned back into Hannibal's embrace, a soft moan leaving his lips, giving himself up to whatever would be done to him. He was putting himself into Hannibal's hands now.

The paralyzing fear disappeared, to be replaced by the strongest desire he had ever felt.