Title: Becoming
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "Forbidden Knowledge."
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.
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He wanted Will Graham. And now, he would have his desire.Hannibal made a conscious attempt not to lick his lips; that would only frighten Will, and might send the young man scurrying for the door like a wounded animal.
The was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted Will naked on his bed, gasping and panting, begging him for more, utterly and completely willing.
That might not be easy to achieve, but somehow, he would manage it. He would coax Will into doing what he wanted; he was already more than halfway there, judging by Will's reactions so far. And he knew just how to wring more physical sensations from this encounter.
Of course, this would only be the first time, he told himself, again forcing himself not to show anticipation by licking his lips, or smiling.
Within months -- perhaps even only a matter of weeks, given Will's obvious desire for him -- he would have this young man exactly where he wanted him.
Completely subservient and yielding to his every demand.
That wasn't really in Will's nature, to be that subservient, and Hannibal well knew it. But it would be a challenge, bringing Will to heel, taking him over.
It seemed that he was already at least partially to that point, he thought, finally allowing his lips to curl into a gentle smile as he looked the other man up and down, enjoying the view, impressed with the slender yet muscular body that his gaze drank in.
Of course, that challenge wasn't the only reason that he wanted Will. The young man's obvious charms were reason enough for Hannibal to desire him.
He'd wanted to take Will to be for quite a while now; it had taken him much longer to achieve that objective than he'd thought it would.
But then, he hadn't counted on Will being quite so skittish.
He'd been surprised at that, but perhaps he shouldn't have been. After all, Will was no child who he could seduce into his arms with little to no effort. No, even though he had obviously never had a serious relationship before, he was a man, an adult, with an adult's sensibilities.
Though Hannibal was confident that he could easily make any reservations that Will might have dissipate as if they had never existed.
It wouldn't take much, he told himself, his smile growing imperceptibly. Will was ripe for seduction; he had known that ever since their first meeting.
And it had been obvious that the young man was attracted to him, as well, though Will had tried his best to hide that fact. Hannibal was amused by that attempt; Will should have known that he could be seen through quite easily, as dissembling didn't seem to come naturally to him.
Well, no matter. He was here now, though it had taken some time.
Not only was he here, but he was naked, willing, and ready. Hannibal was sure that he had never wanted anyone -- or anything -- as much as he wanted Will at this moment.
This was the culmination of months of patience on his part; he had anticipated this first night for a very long time. He had spent hours, days, weeks, all of these past long months since he and Will had met, maneuvering the young man as he would a mouse that he was leading through a maze.
Hmmm. No, he wouldn't think of Will as a mouse. He didn't like that analogy -- Will was much more than some random person in his life, or a faceless victim.
Did he actually love Will? Of course not, he assured himself, pushing that thought aside as quickly as it had come into his mind. This wasn't love. It was simple desire.
But that desire -- that lust burned hot and high, with no end in sight.
He could see his own desire reflected in Will's eyes; that blue gaze held lights that he had never seen there before, a curiosity that he intended to satisfy.
Oh, this first night would be glorious, he told himself. He and Will would discover each other physically, and he would find out just what his young lover enjoyed most.
It would take him a while to discover exactly how to fine-tune his relationship with Will; he knew that he wasn't going to discover everything that there was to know about this young man's desires within the space of one night. Of course not. That never happened with anyone.
They would have many, many nights ahead of them -- so many delicious hours were ahead for him to take his pleasure with Will, to be a guide and a teacher.
And of course, he would also teach Will what he liked -- and what was expected of him. There were rules, and Hannibal would insist that Will followed them all.
In the end, he would have exactly what he desired.
He would be able to mold and shape Will, to get whatever he wanted from this young man. Will was already eager and ready; he would be easily malleable.
But even as that thought coalesced into his mind, Hannibal wondered if he was wrong. Will was a strong-willed man; it might not be so easily to impose his own will upon that beautiful mind that resided in Will, along with that strong spirit, that ingrained sense of right and wrong.
He would get past that, he told himself, smiling again as he pulled Will close against him. He would break down any reserve that still existed after tonight, bit by bit.
No matter how long it took, Will would eventually be completely his.
His creation. His masterpiece. Will would emerge like a chrysalis from a cocoon, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, newly formed in Hannibal's vision for him.
Will would become what he has always been intended for, Hannibal thought as he lowered his mouth to the other man's. He was already well on the way.
In one quick movement, he turned and pushed Will down on his back, onto the bed.
In another moment, Hannibal was right there beside him.
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