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Title: All Eyes Watching
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: #86, Voyeurism
Author's Note: Sequel to Easy on the Eyes.
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.
***Will swallowed hard as he and Hannibal crossed the foyer full of people, heading for the steps that led up to the private opera boxes. He could feel the stares that followed him; it was as if every eye in the room was on him, and it made him uncomfortable.
He hated being stared at. He hated being the center of attention, no matter where he was. This evening had suddenly gone from something that could be an interesting new experience to being acutely disturbing, in just the course of a few minutes.
He was silent as they began to climb the stairs -- until he felt Hannibal's hand move from the small of his back to rest on the curve of his ass.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, wishing that he could pull away, but knowing that it would only cause more glances to come their way if he did. "People are watching us! You don't want everybody to start talking about you having your hand on my ass."
Hannibal raised his brows, a smile quirking his lips. "I don't? Why not, pray tell?"
Those words silenced Will, made him wonder. Did Hannibal actually want people to know about their physical relationship? He hadn't thought that the doctor would want that made public knowledge, but apparently Hannibal had other ideas.
Maybe Hannibal wanted everyone to know that they were involved. It hadn't occurred to Will that the other man might be proud of them being together; he'd thought that he would be Hannibal's dirty little secret, to be kept hidden and only acknowledged privately.
The idea that he wasn't going to be kept hidden in the shadows of Hannibal's life made his heart leap; this was something he hadn't expected to happen.
But it still felt more than a little uncomfortable to have his lover's hand on his ass as they climbed the stairs, in full view of everyone who remained in the lobby. He wanted his relationship with Hannibal acknowledged, but he didn't want to look like a boy toy.
It suddenly felt as though all eyes were on them, even though he knew that realistically, there were more than likely only a few people watching. Everyone in the room couldn't have an interest in him; there weren't that many people who actually knew who he was.
Maybe he was just being horribly egotistical, but it still felt uncomfortable.
Fortunately, once they were at the top of the stairs, Hannibal's hand moved to the small of his back again, exerting a slight pressure as the other man guided Will to the entrance of one of the private boxes that lined the hallway. Will stepped inside, blinking.
The box was dark, but he was sure that he'd get used to that quickly. Besides, he was going to be focused on the stage, and not anything in here, wasn't he? At least, he hoped he was. He'd always thought of the opera as being boring; he didn't think it would hold his attention.
Of course, he could always watch Hannibal, rather than watching the opera. Though that probably wouldn't be easy to do; Hannibal could always sense when someone's eyes were on him, and he would wonder why Will wasn't concentrating on what they'd come to see and hear.
Truth be told, he hadn't really come here for the opera. He was only here because Hannibal wanted him here; he didn't care what else was going on.
It felt like such a privilege and an honor to be asked to accompany Hannibal to the opera that he hadn't hesitated to say yes, even though he didn't really want to go. Hannibal rarely ever took anyone to these things, and in a way, it was a date.
Being out on a date with Hannibal was going to be an interesting experience.
He didn't think that the doctor had taken anyone else out on a date in a very long time; at least, Hannibal didn't act as though he'd done so. He kept his personal life very private; even Will, as his lover, had only gotten little glimpses into who the other man was.
But at the moment, he didn't mind being on the outside looking in. It didn't seem to matter. He had been Hannibal's choice to spend his time with; he was Hannibal's choice to be in his bed. That meant a lot, and Will was content to take small steps forward.
The sensation of being watched faded as Hannibal stepped into the box and closed the door behind him; Will breathed a sight of relief, visibly relaxing.
"Pull the curtains around the box, Will," Hannibal told hm, sitting down in one of the chairs. "And then I'd like for you to remove your pants. No one will be able to see you from the waist down; they might be looking, but the walls are too high to allow a view."
Will gasped, his eyes widening. "You want me to get half-naked here, in a public place?" he asked, hardly believing what he was hearing. "If anybody guesses that we're having sex in here, they'll throw us out! You'll never be able to come back!"
Hannibal's slow smile was predatory, almost unnerving.
"No one will guess that we're having sex, because we're not going to do that," he said, shaking his head. "At least, not in the way that you may be thinking." He tilted his head to the side, as though an idea had just occurred to him. "Hmmm. Though it's a novel idea."
Will wanted to say no; he wanted to vehemently tell Hannibal that he wasn't going to participate in anything so completely outrageous.
Instead, he found himself pulling the curtains closed, encasing them in darkness, and then reaching for the button and zipper on his pants, almost without thinking. "B-but .... what if we get caught?" he asked, his voice shaking. "You'll be barred from the opera."
Hannibal only shook his head, smiling again. Will could see the white flash of his teeth in the dimness of the box; suddenly, he felt like Little Red Riding Hood about to be swallowed whole by the Big Bad Wolf. It seemed like a very apt analogy.
"I've locked the door, Will," Hannibal said patiently, as though he was explaining something to a child. "No one is going to catch us. And you don't really think that people don't get up to a little mischief in these boxes all the time, do you? Don't be naive."
Maybe other people did, Will told himself. But not two men.
This definitely was not what he'd thought he would be doing when Hannibal had told him they were going to the opera. This night was full of surprises. Carefully, Will removed his pants and laid them across a chair, hoping they wouldn't get wrinkled.
"And your boxers, too, Will," Hannibal instructed him, waiting patiently while the young man did as he was told. Within seconds, Will was naked from the waist down.
"Now, please lean against the front of the box," Hannibal told him, waiting again until Will had done so. Will knew that he couldn't be seen by anyone outside the box, but he still couldn't help feeling as though all eyes were watching, glued to the drawn curtains, waiting for any movement.
He was determined not to give them what they sought. No matter what Hannibal did, he wasn't going to move. He would stand stock-still, and hopefully people would get tired of watching for something they weren't going to see, and finally look away.
Will leaned his elbows on the slight ledge at the front of the box, taking a deep breath and then exhaling. So far, so good. He didn't think he'd jostled the curtains, and if he was careful, then no one wold guess that there was anything untoward going on in here.
A moment later, he gasped when he felt Hannibal's hands on his ass; he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward slightly, making the curtains move.
"Lovely," Hannibal whispered, squeezing gently. "Such a perfect body."
Will would have thanked him for the compliment if he hadn't had his teeth gritted, concentrating on not moving or making a sound. He didn't want to draw any attention to their box; he already felt that all eyes in the place were watching those closed curtains.
He had to hold back a soft cry of surprise when he felt Hannibal's warm breath on his skin; a moment later, he could feel those warm hands spreading his ass cheeks, then Hannibal's tongue was licking down the cleft of his ass, lapping at his balls.
Will clamped his lips together, determined not to make a sound. However, that was going to be harder than he'd thought, given what Hannibal was doing with his tongue.
That warm, wet tongue circled his entrance for a few moments, then plunged inside him; Will gasped in spite of himself, his hands clutching at the ledge of the box. He knew that the curtains were moving; he was just glad that they didn't part.
He concentrated on keeping his breathing as even as he could, trying desperately not to make the curtains move too much. It was as though he could feel the burning stares that were focused on their box; he just knew that all eyes were turned in their direction.
He almost wanted to sink to the floor in embarrassment, but he couldn't.
All he could do was stand here, trying to be still even while that delicious mouth was doing such wonderful things to his body, and try to hold back his moans of pleasure. He almost wished that Hannibal had gagged him; that would make it easier to be quiet.
But of course, Hannibal would do no such thing. He wanted this to be hard for Will; he wanted to run the risk of being heard, or worse, being seen. Hannibal was flirting with danger, and dragging Will along into it with him.
He was on the edge; he would come at any moment now. How was Hannibal going to explain that? They might not be observed, but they would leave behind evidence.
A moment later, his orgasm washed over him, and Will almost had to clamp a hand against his mouth to keep himself from moaning aloud. He couldn't hold the sound back completely; stifled though it was, he still groaned softly, hoping that it wasn't audible outside the curtains.
He felt Hannibal move away from him, heard the sounds of the other man pulling something from his coat pocket. Will turned his head slightly to see Hannibal wiping his mouth, a small smile on his lips. He closed his eyes, feeling drained.
Why had Hannibal done that? He should know better than to ask such a question, really. Hannibal did it because he could get away with it, that was why.
He felt like he was the onstage, not the opera singers.
Will didn't want to feel that everyone here in the opera house had been lured into voyeurism, but he was sure that most of them had. He didn't doubt that there had been plenty of eyes riveted to the curtain across the front of this box, that people had guessed what was going on.
It was going to be intensely embarrassing for him to show his face publicly when they left; he just hoped that they would get out of here quickly once the opera was over, that Hannibal would take pity on him and not subject him to public scrutiny.
"What was that all about?" he asked, keeping his voice low. He reached for his pants, but Hannibal shook his head, frowning.
"No, Will," he said, his voice sharp. "I didn't give you permission to get dressed again. This night isn't over, and there are other plans waiting in the wings." He indicated the chair next to him. "Sit down and rest for a bit. I think you may need to gather your strength."
Somehow, those words didn't sound reassuring, but there was really nothing he could do other than obey Hannibal's command. Holding back a sigh, Will sat down, keeping his gaze focused forward and waiting for whatever Hannibal decided to do next.
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