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Title: Burning For You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
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 took a deep breath as he looked at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. He didn't think he'd ever been so nervous in his life.

How was he going to tell Hannibal that there was no way they could have sex tonight? If Hannibal wanted that, then he knew he couldn't say no. He simply didn't have the willpower to deny the other man anything he might want, even if it would cause him pain.

He couldn't say no. He just couldn't.

With anyone else, "no" would come easily to his lips, Will reflected wryly. Then again, with anyone else, this situation wouldn't even exist. Hannibal was the only person he wanted to be with, the only person he wanted to even think about being in a relationship with.

He'd fallen hard, that was for sure. And now that he'd fallen, he had no idea of how he was going to pick himself back up when this was all over.

Because it would be over at some point, he thought with a soft sigh as he moved towards the bed and lay down, stretching his lean body out on top of the covers. Hannibal wouldn't want him forever. This was just a dream that couldn't possibly come true for long.

Will closed his eyes, trying to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. He should be enjoying his time with Hannibal in the present, not worrying about what the future would bring. Whatever happened, he couldn't change it. He would just have to accept it, and move on.

"Ah, I see you did as I told you."

Will's eyes flew open at the sound of Hannibal's voice; he raised himself up on his elbows, blinking as he took in the sight of Hannibal standing in his bedroom doorway.

"No need for you to get up," Hannibal said softly, moving into the room and closing the door behind him. Will closed his mouth on the words he'd been about to say; he was going to tell Hannibal to shut the door to keep the dogs from bounding into the room.

Somehow, Hannibal seemed to know what he was thinking. It was an odd feeling, to know that someone could be inside his head, when he spent so much time inside other people's minds.

Will didn't know if that feeling was exhilarating or frightening; maybe it was a little bit of both. He had never known anyone who could get inside his head; Hannibal was the only person who seemed to have that power. Maybe that was the basis of their attraction.

Or maybe they had just lusted after each other at first sight.

It didn't really matter to him why he wanted Hannibal so badly; it was enough for him that he did. He didn't want to question that need; it was enough that it existed.

He was already burning for Hannibal, and the other man hadn't even touched him yet. He was still standing halfway across the room, his gaze moving up and down Will's nude body, the hunger in that gaze plain for Will to see. It was as though he was being devoured on the spot.

For a moment, just a moment, he wanted to cover himself, to hide his body from that hungry gaze. But the moment passed in the blink of an eye.

Will raised his chin defiantly, leaning back against the pillows, his intense blue gaze meeting Hannibal's. He felt braver than he ever had before, as though he was daring the other man to look at his naked body, daring Hannibal to take what he wanted.

It didn't occur to him that Hannibal might do just that.

Hannibal approached the bed, sitting down on the edge and leaning over Will, making him shrink back a bit against the pillow. He had no idea why he was backing away from Hannibal; after all, this new closeness they had between them was what he'd always wanted.

But that look in Hannibal's eyes, that fierce, hungry look, frightened him for just a moment. He could read what was in the depths of those eyes -- and for just a few seconds, he felt that Hannibal didn't see him as a lover, as person, but as an object.

The look was gone within a second; it had been so brief that Will was sure he'd imagined it. But for just a moment, that look had sent a trickle of fear down his spine.

"You don't have to worry," Hannibal murmured, a small smile quirking the corners of his mouth. "I'm not going to take you tonight, Will. You're far too sore for it to be pleasurable for either of us. Pain isn't my objective. But there are so many other things we can do."

Will nodded slowly, almost reluctantly. Why was it that he suddenly wasn't sure if he wanted Hannibal here, in his bedroom, his one place of sanctuary?

There was no reason to feel that Hannibal might wish him harm.

Of all the people in the world who could want to hurt him, Hannibal wouldn't be on that list. They were friends, colleagues, and now, they were something more. Hannibal wasn't here to hurt him; he was here to further what they had already started.

"I know there's a lot we can do," he managed to say, trying to stop his voice from trembling. "I'm just kind of freaked out that you're here, in my house. I'm used to being .... alone." He swallowed hard, wondering if that sounded ridiculous.

After all, he and Hannibal were involved now. It wasn't as though he could expect to be alone all the time, or only to see Hannibal at the other man's house.

Hannibal raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Would you like me to leave?" He reached out to trace a gentle fingertip from Will's jaw down his throat to his chest, circling one puckered nipple, then the other. "Your body seems to be saying something entirely different."

Slowly, Will shook his head. "No, I don't want you to leave. I want you to ...." He swallowed again, taking a deep breath before he could speak. "I want you to show me all those things we could do. You've got me curious about just what you have in mind."

"Ah, then I will show you, sweet William," Hannibal whispered, leaning so close to Will that their lips were almost touching. "All of those things, and more."

Will's pulse leaped as Hannibal's finger moved down his body to swirl around his navel, then lower, tracing a pattern on his hip. He wanted to moan aloud, but his throat felt closed.

Whatever Hannibal intended to do, he would give himself over to it.

He really had no other choice. Hannibal had someone taken control of his desires, of his body at the very least -- and maybe even of his soul. He didn't want to admit that anyone could have such an effect on him, but there it was. Hannibal had taken him over.

He was burning for Hannibal's touch, for the feel of those hands and lips on his body. And to his surprise, he felt no shame whatsoever.

There was no turning back now. He had to accept whatever Hannibal had planned for this night, and for any night afterwards. He was hopelessly lost, even though he hated to admit it. He was burning for Hannibal; not just his body, but his soul as well.

Will closed his eyes and spread his arms out in a gesture of surrender.