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Title: Burning Hunger
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Table: Personal Challenge 2, 1drabble
Prompt: 11, Hunger
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 wasn't going to linger long in the kitchen with Hannibal, Will told himself firmly as he made his way down the stairs. He would just have time enough for a cup of coffee, though he was sure that the older man would be more than a little annoyed that he'd slept so late.
"You're late, Will," Hannibal told him as he walked into the room, turning from the stove to frown at him. "You're not going to have time to eat breakfast."
"I know, and I'm sorry," Will said as he sat down and picked up the coffee cup that Hannibal always gave him whenever he had breakfast here. "I didn't mean to sleep so late. I think I was just exhausted after last night, and --" His words stopped, cut off by a gasp.
Hannibal had stepped behind him, threading his fingers through Will's hair and yanking his head back.
"I don't want to hear excuses, Will," he said, his tone of voice carrying a warning. Will didn't dare nod, didn't dare make a sound. The hand in his hair was painful enough; he didn't want to know what else Hannibal could do if he made a single sound.
"Still, I suppose that it is partially my fault, as I could ahve taken the time to wake you earlier," his lover continued, releasing his hold on Will's hair. "So you're forgiven for today. You were quite tired out last night. I can hardly blame you for needing to rest."
"Until I started spending nights here, I wasn't getting any rest," Will murmured, sipping at his coffee. It was just the way he liked it; Hannibal never seemed to forget how he took his coffee. He felt flattered that this man should lower himself to make coffee for him.
Suddenly he was hungry, but not for breakfast. He wanted nothing more than for Hannibal to take him back upstairs again, to strip his clothes off, to leave more bruises and welts on his body. He wanted Hannibal to mark him as his again, to leave him begging for more.
But assuaging his burning hunger for Hannibal would have to wait.
Unfortunately, he couldn't simply walk away from his work, no matter how tempting it might be to beg his lover to take him back to bed. Reluctantly, Will drained the last of his coffee, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets, feeling a little awkward.
"Have a good day, Will," Hannibal said, turning from the stove again to let his eyes roam over Will's body. "I trust that I will see you again tonight."
"You'll definitely see me," Will murmured, turning around and leaving the kitchen, his steps dragging as he approached the front door. The last thing he wanted to do was to leave when this hunger for Hannibal was still burning within him -- but that hunger would be sated in just a few hours.
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