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Title: Burning Down One Side
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Author's Note: Sequel to Change Everything
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. soar


Will didn't say a word as Hannibal led him into the bedroom; his throat was too tight and constricted to get even the tiniest sound out. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to speak again even if Hannibal asked him a question; the words just wouldn't break free.

Why was he so nervous? This was what he had wanted for so long; for Hannibal to touch him, to want him, to make love to him.

It was finally going to happen, and he was so terrified that he was literally shaking in his shoes. There was no reason to be so scared; Hannibal had already told him that he was wanted, and he was sure that the other man would make his first time pleasant.

Yet there was something almost sinister in the air around him.

Hannibal turned to him, dropping his hand and looking into his eyes. Will was caught by that gaze, as though he was a deer mesmerized by headlights; he couldn't have looked away if he had tried, so enticing was the expression on Hannibal's face.

"I want to undress you, Will," Hannibal breathed into his ear, his voice very soft and almost soothing. His hands moved down Will's arms to clasp his wrists, then back up to his shoulders; Will wanted those hands all over him, exploring his entire body.

"I want that, too," Will whispered, barely able to speak the words. The idea of Hannibal's hands on him, removing his clothes, was almost more than he could comprehend.

He simply stood there, arms at his sides, waiting for Hannibal to do whatever he wanted. It didn't occur to him that he was free to touch the other man, to kiss him, to wind his arms around Hannibal's neck, to do as he wanted, just as Hannibal was.

"You don't have to keep your hands to yourself, Will."

Hannibal's tone was amused; he sounded as though he wanted to laugh. Will could feel a burning blush steal over his cheeks; he was sure that they were a flaming red at this point. How could he be so stupid? It would be so much easier if he knew what he was doing.

"You really don't have any experience, do you, my lovely one?" Hannibal breathed int his ear. "I don't mind that. It's an honour to be the first to touch you."

Lovely? Had Hannibal really called him that? Will swallowed hard, lifting his hands to push back the hair that had fallen over Hannibal's eyes, gazing into those dark depths. More than anything, he wished he could read those eyes, know what Hannibal was thinking.

Hannibal must have read the question in his eyes; he nodded, a smile curving his lips. "Yes, Will, you are lovely," he said softy, raising a hand to trace the perfect bow shape of Will's lips. "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen."

Then Hannibal's lips were on his, cutting off any words.

Will wound his arms around Hannibal's neck, pulling the other man closer to him, wanting nothing more than to feel Hannibal's body against his own, those hands moving down his back, touching him anywhere and everywhere. His body was burning, his skin tingling.

Hannibal's hands did just that, moving down his back, over the curve of his ass -- stopping there, to cup his ass as though he was memorizing the feel of it in his palms.

He was burning, melting in the heat of Hannibal's embrace, like candle wax pooling into a puddle at this man's feet. Those hands moved lower, down to his thighs, then back up his sides until they were resting on his shoulders again.

And all the while, Hannibal was kissing him, those lips still on his, that insidious tongue slipping inside his mouth to fully taste him, exploring the warm cavern.

His body was burning down one side and back up the other.

Will wished that this first part was over, that his clothes had already been removed and that he was lying on the bed, looking up at Hannibal, watching him undress. He wished that they had already moved ahead and he only had to wait to be taken.

"Touch me, Will." Hannibal's voice was louder now; it had taken on the tone of command, rather than request. Will was glad to be told what to do; he felt very young and inexperienced next to Hannibal, unsure of just what was expected of him.

Slowly, hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around Hannibal's waist, then moved his hands up the other man's back to grasp his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

He could swear that he heard a soft moan from Hannibal's lips, just before the other man captured his mouth in a kiss that Will was sure would burn him to ashes. His body was a conflagration, burning from the inside out, reducing him to a pool of molten lava.

Dimly, he felt Hannibal pulling at his shirt, unfastening the buttons.

Normally, that might have scared him, but in the heat of passion, he barely noticed. It only took him a few moments to work the buttons on Hannibal's shirt free and toss it aside, moving his hands over that broad chest, so different from his own smooth body.

The sparse smattering of hair on Hannibal's chest felt good under his fingers; it was so different from the feeling of touching his own body and finding only smooth skin.

Hannibal's hands were at the waist of his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and then unzipping them; Will knew that he would be naked in just a few moments, his body exposed to the sight of this man. And after that .... well, then Hannibal would be able to do whatever he wanted.

All he wanted was for Hannibal to touch him, take him, make him his. His body was slowly melting in the heat of their caresses; just the mere brush of Hannibal's fingers across his nipples, first one, then the other, was enough to make him moan with need.

He wanted to be on his back on that bed, with Hannibal leaning over him. He wanted Hannibal inside him, thrusting into him, joining their bodies in wild abandon.

The only thought in his mind was to make that happen.

Will hardly realized that his jeans and boxers were being pushed down his long legs to pool around his ankles; slowly, he stopped out of them, leaving his naked in the circle of Hannibal's arms, the other man still wearing his dark trousers.

"You are even lovelier without your clothes than you are with them on," Hannibal whispered into his ear, that warm breath feeling almost as though it was scalding his skin. He was burning down that side of his body, the flames reaching all the way from his head to his feet.

He needed to be touched, to be kissed. He wanted Hannibal's hands and lips over every inch of his body, touching all of his exposed skin; he wanted to experience all that Hannibal could give him, to take it all in and then beg for more.

"Patience, Will," Hannibal whispered. "You'll have all that I can give you .... and more. I promise you that, lovely. You won't be disappointed."

"I never doubted that," Will answered, his voice deeper and throatier than it usually was. Desire made his tongue lazy; he didn't want to talk, only to explore each other's bodies, to learn every inch of Hannibal's skin just as he wanted Hannibal to know his own.

Hannibal bent his head to kiss Will again, moving them towards the bed as he did so.

This was it, then, Will told himself, his muscles tightening in anticipation. In moments, he would be lying on that bed, and Hannibal would be removing the rest of his clothes, then joining him. there was no turning back now; no way that he could change his mind.

Surprisingly, he was comfortable with that idea. He was right where he wanted to be; he didn't have any second thoughts, and he was sure that he would have no regrets once this night was over. He had, after all, wanted this ever since he'd first met Hannibal.

He didn't want to change his mind. He didn't want to turn back the clock, or do anything differently. Even if did change the past, all roads would still lead him here.

There was nowhere else he wanted to be, no other person he wanted to be with. He had given himself up to this moment, and he wouldn't turn away from it, no matter what might happen.

Even if he was making a mistake, it was his to make.

Will fell back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, watching as Hannibal backed away a few steps and slowly unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them down his legs and then stepping out of them to approach the bed and lean over him.

Then Hannibal's lips were on his again, and those hands were on his body, first settling on his hips, then moving up, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Will's body arched upwards into that touch, his moan swallowed by Hannibal's kiss. He didn't know where this night would take them, but he was already burning for more, his body coalescing into a flame that could only be quenched by the man he was giving himself to.