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Title: Carte Blanche
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
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.


The first thing that came to Hannibal's mind was how incredibly hot Will's mouth was. But he should have expected that.

The young man made a strangled sound deep in his throat, and Hannibal pulled back, not wanting to choke Will before this had even gotten started. He could hear Will take a deep breath, and then that warm, wet tongue was flicking over the tip of his cock.

Hannibal wondered if Will would be as good at this as he'd thought the young man would be; he had said that he'd had experience with other men, after all. He may have been a virgin in some ways until just a few nights ago, but in this instance, he seemed to know what he was doing.

Oh, yes, Hannibal though as that tongue swirled over the head of his cock again. Will definitely knew what he was doing in this arena.

He would return the favor, of course -- but that would come later. He intended to enjoy this for a while, before taking Will at least once.

First, he was going to let Will pleasure him.

Will was reaching for him, as though to pull him closer; ah, no, that wasn't going to happen, Hannibal told himself. He captured Will's wrists easily, leaning forward even as his hips thrust again, pinning Will's thin wrists to the pillow above his head.

He didn't have to see Will's eyes widen in surprise to know that they had; only seconds later, that warm, wet mouth resumed its work, feeling more heated than ever.

Hannibal closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the pleasure, but staying as alert as he possibly could. He didn't want to let this go on for too long, of course; he had to judge as to when it was time to move back down Will's body and take care of what he intended to do.

But for now, he intended to enjoy every second of this.

He thrust his hips forward again, knowing that he might be giving Will too much to handle, but not really caring. Will had wanted this, and now he needed to deal with the consequences of his desire. He would just have to do the best he could.

Hannibal looked down, fascinated by what he saw. He had often dreamed of fucking Will's mouth, but the reality was far better than the imagination.

He hadn't expected Will to look so utterly helpless -- or utterly desirable. The young man's eyes were closed, his head thrown back; he was obviously having a bit of a hard time deep-throating Hannibal, and for just a moment, he wished that he wasn't so well-endowed.

However, that feeling passed within a few seconds. He was rapidly becoming lost in the building pleasure, his body growing taut and tense.

The feeling of fucking Will's mouth was exhilarating.

The wet warmth of that mouth surrounding him, the knowledge that he was doing this even though his mind might be telling him that he didn't want it -- they combined to give Hannibal a rush of excitement, a feeling of victory, of having broken Will in some way.

He was drawing closer to completion, and that wasn't what he wanted. There was more on the agenda here than just the pleasure of fucking Will's mouth; as much as he wanted this to go on, he knew that it couldn't. Coming in Will's mouth would be saved for another day.

Slowly, he withdrew from that deliciously warm cavern, moving down WIll's body until he was face to face with the young man again. Will already looked dazed, his gaze slightly unfocused.

Hannibal was struck by how beautiful he'd become.

There was something about that dazed, confused look that took his breath away. Will's cheeks were flushed, his lips reddened and parted, his blue eyes seeming to blaze in the dim early morning light. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breath coming in short gasps.

He'd never seen anyone look this beautiful, or this desirable. There was something about Will that almost made him want to be gentle, rather than simply taking him.

Could he do that? Hannibal had to wonder. Was it possible for him to let softer feelings show, or even to have those feelings? He didn't think he ever had; if those kinds of feelings had ever existed in him, it was so long ago that they were too deeply buried to access now.

But somehow, Will seemed to make them want to come out.

That in itself was dangerous, he warned himself. Having those feelings was a sign of weakness, and he had told himself far too many times that he couldn't let Will Graham become a weakness. That would be disaster for him, and for his future plans.

If he started to soften towards Will, he wouldn't able to carry out those plans. And even if he did care for this young man, those feelings couldn't last.

Those feelings had no place in his world. They never would.

This was what their relationship was about. Each of them assuaging a physical need -- and Will not realizing that indulging in those needs was drawing him ever closer to his final fate. Not knowing that he was bring broken more and more each time they collided.

Hannibal released Will's wrists from his grip to push the young man's legs up against his chest, one hand moving between those parted thighs to stroke a finger over his entrance. Will was tight and tense, just as he'd known he would be; this wasn't going to be easy.

"Are you sure that you're ready for this?" he asked, wanting to give Will a chance to back down, though e was sure that he already knew what the answer would be.

Will nodded, looking even more determined. "I need you. Now."

This was only going to be the first of innumerable times he would hear Will say those words; they were music to his ears, opening the door to a host of possibilities for the future. He had been given carte blanche, and he intended to take full advantage of that fact.

Will Graham would burn for him just as he burned for Will. His desire would be equally matched -- but Will's desire would be tempered with submissiveness.

Eventually, he would lead Will to a brilliant, glorious death. But for now, he would enjoy hm, take pleasure in the dominance that Will was handing to him on a silver platter.

Taking a deep breath, he thrust into paradise.