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Title: There Will Never Be Another You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "Blissful Dream."
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 closed his eyes and he and Hannibal moved around the dance floor, a smile on his lips.

This night had been something that he had dreaded; he'd thought about it several times over the last week with a growing sense of disaster, sure that he'd do something to embarrass them both.

Instead, the night had gone beautifully, at least so far. He had been so worried that he wouldn't know how to dance, that he would ruin Hannibal's evening by being a klutz and having two left feet on the dance floor. But even that had proven to be easy for him, and the two of them danced like a well-oiled machine.

Even meeting so many people hadn't been that hard, not with Hannibal here by his side. He didn't remember half of them, but then, he didn't really have to.

It wasn't like any of the people he'd met tonight would be a large part of his and Hannibal's lives; they were simply acquaintances, just as Hannibal had told him before they had left the house. None of them were anyone that Will had to remember; he simply had to be polite to them for this one night, that was all.

That hadn't been hard to do, as everyone had seemed more eager to dash off and talk to someone else the moment they met him. It was the effect that he usually had on people at parties.

Not that he'd been to a lot of parties, but that didn't matter. He was actually enjoying himself at this one.

"You see, Will? This wasn't as bad as you thought it would be," Hannibal murmured into his ear as they executed another turn on the dance floor. "I can tell that you're not having a bad time."

"No, I'm not," Will answered softly, surprised at his own words. He hadn't expected to enjoy this party; he'd imagined himself sitting somewhere in the background, making himself a wallflower while Hannibal circulated and interacted. But that hadn't been the case at all, for once. He was having a good time, as unbelievable as that might seem.

"You look lovely," Hannibal whispered, his lips barely brushing Will's cheek. "Your beautiful blue eyes are sparkling, you're smiling, and everyone is jealous of me for having such a gorgeous man in my arms."

"They're probably jealous of me, because I'm the one who's lucky enough to be with you," Will said with a soft laugh. "I can see them all looking daggers at me under those lowered lashes."

He didn't really care if anyone was doing just that. He was the man who was lucky enough to be with Hannibal; this was their unveiling as a couple, their first public appearance where they were openly together. And so far, it had been remarkably easy for him. He hadn't expected that, not at all.

Hannibal had made this so easy; he had smoothed the way, made Will feel as though he was safe and protected. He owed this man so much, and he had the feeling that in the future, he would owe Hannibal even more.

There was no way that he could ever repay the debt he owed his lover.

But he would try his best. He would be with Hannibal for the rest of their lives, protecting him, loving him. He had already given his body and his heart, and he would continue to do so, until the end of time itself.

"I've never met anyone like you," he whispered, resisting the urge to lay his head on Hannibal's shoulder as they danced. For some reason, he found himself wanting to curl into his lover, to relax in Hannibal's arms as though they were alone, as if there was no one else around and the two of them had complete privacy.

Of course, he couldn't do that, and he knew it. He would have to wait for that until they were at home later tonight, behind locked doors, where there were no prying eyes watching the two of them.

"And I have never met anyone like you, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice very soft, almost like a caress against Will's cheek. "You have changed my life in so many ways, all of them for the better." He pulled Will closer against him as the waltz ended, both arms moving around his waist in a hug. "There will never be another you, my love."

"Have I?" Will asked, gazing into his lover's eyes, a smile curving his lips. "You've done the same for me. You make me happier than I could ever put into words, Hannibal. You always will."

Hannibal's lips brushed against his, the kiss like the softest of spring breezes.

Without warning, Hannibal released Will, then dropped to his knees and reached for the young man's hand. Will gazed down at him, his blue eyes wide and startled.

He had no idea what Hannibal was going to do, but he could sense that something momentous was about to happen. Along with everyone else in the room, he held his breath, waiting for Hannibal's next move.