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Title: Bite Marks
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 35, Bite
Author's Note: Sequel to "The Sweetest Cherry."
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 wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of WIll.

Oh, not in the usual way that he consumed people as sustenance, Hannibal told himself. He wanted that bite to be proverbial, metaphorical.

But yes, in a way, he did want to consume this young man. He wanted to take Will over, to make him subservient to his will. He wanted Will Graham to belong to him, not only in the physical sense, but in the emotional, as well.

He wanted Will more than he had ever wanted anything. And it looked as though Will felt the same way about him, from what he could tell.

He would have Will. And he would take his pleasure with him.

Hannibal didn't know what would happen in the future; he wasn't going to look that far ahead. For now, there was only tonight, and fulfilling his long-held desire.

He had wanted Will since they had first met; he could still remember the thrill of desire that had run through his body when they had first shaken hands, and his dark gaze had met Will's blue one. For a moment, he had felt as though he was drowning in those eyes.

He'd discovered that those eyes held secrets, so much darkness. A little at a time, he had pulled some of those secrets out of Will, but there were so many still to discover.

He would draw those secrets out, discover them all.

And, if need be, he would use those secrets to keep Will by his side.

He wasn't going to give this young man up, now that he had him. He was sure that Will was his, putty in his hands. He simply had to handle him carefully at first.

Will was new to the game, and that made him skittish. But Hannibal knew that he could draw the young man in, entrap him in a spider's web, wind sticky threads of desire and need around him and keep him just where he should be. That wouldn't be a problem at all.

Will might seem hesitant, but Hannibal could sense that underneath his fear, he was eager to learn. And he had found the right teacher.

There was so much that he intended to show this young beauty.

He intended to leave bite marks on Will, both metaphorically and literally. He would mark this young man as his, for the world to see.

And he would also leave marks on Will's soul, marks that bound them together. He wouldn't leave any stone unturned in his pursuit of full ownership of Will; whatever he had to do to achieve that goal, he would. Will would be his, whether willingly or not.

But he had the definite feeling that Will would come to him more than willingly. And once he was there by Hannibal's side, he would stay there.