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Title: Bold Moves
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Big Bang Inspirations, tv_universe
Prompt: Bold
Author's Note: Sequel to "No Longer Just Friends."
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 had decided to make yet another bold move, and it seemed as though it was going to pay off handsomely, Will told himself, a shiver going through his slim body.

He was in Hannibal's arms, right where he wanted to be. And the two of them were sinking to the floor, on the soft rug that lay in front of the couch. Hannibal was pushing him down onto his back, those long, elegant fingers nimbly undoing the buttons on the front of his plaid shirt.

Yes, this was what he wanted, though he would have preferred the comfort of a bed instead of making love on the cold hardness of the floor.

Still, Hannibal was going to make love to him, and that had been his objective. He had wanted this, and now that he had it, he would revel in the sensations.

It was as though he'd become a completely different person, as though the shy, retiring, antisocial Will Graham had disappeared and a new one had taken his place. A wild, wanton Will Graham, one who demanded what he wanted, and wouldn't take no for an answer.

He liked this new, bold Will. For just a moment, he wondered what Hannibal thought of this new side of him, if the other man appreciated and enjoyed what he had become.

No, he didn't have to ask that question. He already knew the answer.

He could tell by the eagerness with which Hannibal was undressing him that his lover most definitely appreciated this side of him, and wanted to see more of it.

It didn't take long for Hannibal to have him out of his clothes; Will stared up at the other man, watching as his lover undressed, looking down at him with a smile.

All he had to do was hold out his arms, and within moments, he was wrapped in Hannibal's embrace. He could feel the other man's knee nudging his thighs apart, and he winced inwardly. They had no lube, so this was going to be slightly painful at first, but he could deal with that.

Just having Hannibal inside him again, feeling the passion that raged between the two of them, would make up for that bit of pain he knew he would experience.

The pain meant nothing. The passion was everything. The pain would disappear in mere moments, but the passion was something that he could savor in his memory forever.

This was all he had ever wanted, from the first time he and Hannibal had met. Desire had leaped within him then, a desire that he had never felt for anyone else. All he had wanted was for Hannibal to return that desire, and now that he did, Will felt more complete than he'd ever been.

Yes, he'd had to make some bold moves that had seemed foreign to his nature, but maybe they had been there all the time, a part of him that had never been allowed to break free.

Only with Hannibal could he be so bold; only with Hannibal could he let that wild, wanton side of himself out and let it take him over in every way.

There was a quicksilver flash of pain as Hannibal pushed inside him.

Then the pain was gone, and he was rising, spiraling, zooming towards the clouds, the pleasurable sensations that Hannibal was giving him building to a fever pitch.

Will wasn't aware of wrapping his long legs around Hannibal's waist, of clutching the other man's shoulders tightly; the only thing that registered in his fevered brain was Hannibal thrusting into him, over and over again, each of those thrusts lifting him closer to the heavens.

When his orgasm broke over him, all he could do was cling to Hannibal and cry out his lover's name as unbelievable pleasure surged through him.

Hannibal's arms were around him, and those lips were on his, swallowing his cry. He could dimply feel the other man release inside him mere moments later with a growl of pleasure.

Nothing felt as amazing as Hannibal making love to him. It was worth going outside of himself, breaking down all of those barriers he'd always felt comfortable with, and giving himself to the man he loved. It was worth any price to be able to feel like this, even for only a short time.

Will closed his eyes, letting himself relax. All he wanted now was to lie here in Hannibal's arms for a while, to float back down to earth in his lover's embrace.

Hannibal propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Will with a raised eyebrow.

"You're becoming quite bold, Will," he said softly, a smile quirking the corners of his lips. "And I have to admit, I rather like it. I think that you're finally breaking free of all the inhibitions you've surrounded yourself with for all of your life, and that can only be seen as a very good thing."

"I figured that I had to make some bold moves to get what I wanted," Will murmured, raising a hand to stroke his fingers down Hannibal's bare shoulder. "And I don't regret it at all."

"That makes two of us," Hannibal said softly, leaning down to brush a kiss across Will's parted lips. "I'm quite enjoying this boldness, Will. I hope it stays with you."

Oh, it definitely would stay with him, Will told himself as he smiled up at his lover. He liked this side of himself, too; he wondered why it had never come to the forefront before, but maybe it had just taken Hannibal, and these deep feelings that Will had for him, to bring his boldness to the surface.

Whatever had brought it out, it was here now, and it wasn't going anywhere.

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