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Title: Sweeter Than Candy
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.

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Will sat in the chair across from Hannibal, fidgeting in his seat. He wasn't exactly comfortable, but he didn't know how to turn the conversation around to just why he wasn't, and to finally be able to show Hannibal the surprise he had for him.

It hadn't occurred to him that Hannibal might not like what he'd done until now; what if it had been entirely the wrong thing? What if it made Hannibal back off?

He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, he was just desperate to find a way to bring their current conversation around to why he was so nervous and fidgety tonight.

"Will, you usually don't have a problem with sitting still."

"I know," he answered before he thought about what he wanted to say. "I did something today that's making me a little uncomfortable. Hard to sit still when --" He closed his mouth with an audible snap of his teeth, standing up and reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

"Maybe I should just show you." He took a step back, watching as Hannibal raised an eyebrow, his curiosity obviously piqued. "Close your eyes," Will told him, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I want this to be a surprise."

"I hope you didn't tattoo my name somewhere on your body," Hannibal replied as he did as Will asked and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "That's hardly appropriate."

"Nope, nothing like that." As he undid each button on his shirt, then shrugged it off his shoulders, Will began to wonder if this had been a good idea.

What was Hannibal going to think? Would be he intrigued -- or repulsed?

Well, he was in too deep to turn back now. He'd set this in motion, and he had no choice but to see it through, even if he was starting to have some serious misgivings. What if he'd been wrong about how Hannibal saw him? He could have been completely off base.

If he had been, then he would have to accept it, and hope that what he'd done wouldn't make Hannibal back away from him. In for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying went.

Will unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his legs and stepping out of them. Taking a deep breath, he spread his hands out to his sides and closed his eyes for a moment, readying himself for whatever he might see reflected in Hannibal's gaze. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

He almost didn't want to look at Hannibal, didn't want to see the expression on his lover's face when he saw what Will had done.

"Well." Hannibal's lips curved into a smile, his head tilted to the side. "This is a pleasant surprise."

Will felt a rush of relief flow through his body; so he hadn't been wrong. He had thought that Hannibal wanted to see his body as he'd painted it, with nothing to get in his way. To that effect, he'd gone out to a salon today and had his body waxed.

Not just the areas that were normally done, either; he'd had his legs waxed, as well. He'd hesitated about that, but at the last minute, he'd decided that since he'd gone so far already, what could be the harm? If Hannibal liked him this way, so much the better.

"So ... you like it?" he prompted, needing an answer from the man sitting in front of him.

"Indeed I do." Hannibal got to his feet, an odd, wolfish smile curving his lips. "And I intend to show you just how much I like it. Right now."

Will realized that Hannibal was backing him towards the couch, the very couch that they'd been intimate on only a few days before. That couch was becoming too familiar to him, a place where he felt more comfortable than he had any right to be.

He let Hannibal push him down onto the cushions, looking up at the other man. He wasn't sure exactly what Hannibal intended to do; he seemed in no hurry to remove his clothes. Instead, he looked down at Will with that same wolfish smile, his dark eyes intent.

Then he knelt in front of Will, hands moving to gently spread his thighs apart. Only then did it dawn on Will just what his lover proposed to do to him.

He leaned back, closing his eyes, waiting for the inevitable pleasure of Hannibal's mouth on his flesh. He hadn't expected this, but he wasn't going to turn away from it. He'd been dreaming of it happening again ever since the first time they'd been on this couch.

Now it was finally happening, and he could get lost in the pleasure.

Hannibal's tongue flicked over the sensitive head of his cock, eliciting a soft gasp from him. Had anyone's mouth ever been this soft, this warm? No, not warm. Hot, as hot as molten lava pouring over his skin, as hot as an incandescent flame touching him, but not burning.

Will cried out sharply as Hannibal's mouth moved lower, deep-throating his cock much more quickly than he had expected. Hannibal seemed to have no gag reflex at all; Will couldn't believe how good he was at this. But then, Hannibal was good at everything ....

His fingers scrabbled for purchase on the smooth cushions of the couch; he finally clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms. His hips rose upwards, but Hannibal's hands held him down, forcing him to be still, not allowing him to move.

He wanted to squirm, to buck his hips against the delicious warmth of that mouth that he so desperately wanted to thrust into. But he was held in place, unable to move.

Will's head fell back, his mouth opening in a soundless scream. This was all happening too quickly; he was being brought to orgasm before he was ready --

And with that though, he came in a shuddering rush.

He didn't want to open his eyes; he only wanted to sit here with his head thrown back and his body still reeling from what Hannibal had just done to him. He wanted to revel in the sensations for a while longer, but he knew that he wouldn't be allowed to.

Hannibal's mouth was still working at him, but it was becoming more pain than pleasure now; he was far too tender for such ministrations, but he couldn't pull away.

As though he realized that Will wasn't awash in pleasurable sensations any longer, Hannibal let Will's cock slide slowly from his mouth, sitting back on his heels and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Will watched him, a little shocked by that gesture.

That just didn't seem like something Hannibal would do. It felt entirely out of character.

Yet he'd done it, and now he was sitting there on his heels, that small, enigmatic smile back on his lips, those eyes watching Will as though Hannibal was waiting for his reaction.

"Th-that felt amazing," he managed to say, the words coming out on a gasp for breath. "I didn't expect it, but I think we've both been doing a lot of things lately that neither one of us expected. So I guess this means you liked my little surprise."

"Oh, yes, I like it very much," Hannibal murmured, reaching out a hand to trail his fingers down Will's inner thigh. "You're very sweet, Will. Sweeter than candy. And I'll be the first to admit that when it comes to you, I have a definite sweet tooth."

Those words made Will blush; he hadn't thought of himself in that way, but apparently Hannibal did. It was a little disconcerting to know that he was viewed in such terms, but this man was his lover. He saw Will in ways that no one else possibly could.

He was surprised that Hannibal was still kneeling in front of him; this wasn't a man who was used to being in a kind of subservient pose. Will knew that as surely as he knew his own name.

As though he read Will's thoughts, Hannibal rose to his feet, raising an eyebrow.

"As surprises go, this was a very pleasant one," he said, holding out his hand to help Will up. "But we both have things to do tomorrow, and I think that we both probably need to get a bit of rest. You should go, Will. I'll see you tomorrow night. Not for a session."

Will blinked as he looked up at Hannibal, suddenly feeling drained. He had expected his lover to want him to spend the night here, and Hannibal was sending him home?

"But --" He was silenced by Hannibal's finger against his lips.

"You're not in the most comfortable state at the moment, Will," Hannibal whispered, his gaze intent on Will's face. "As lovely as this surprise is, you need a bit of time to recover. So I'm giving you tonight. But tomorrow night, you'll be mine. Depend on it."

Will nodded mutely, unable to say a word. He watched as Hannibal left the room, ascending the stairs without a backward glance, before he rose and began to pick up his clothes.

It only took him a few moments to dress, then he slowly moved towards the front door, reluctant to leave, though he knew that he had no other choice. He wanted to stay, to follow Hannibal up the stairs and into his bedroom, but that wasn't a good idea.

He didn't want to find out what the consequences of pushing Hannibal too far would be.

He had somehow thought that doing this would give him some modicum of control, a bit of an upper hand in their relationship, at least for a while. But it hadn't. Will didn't know if he was annoyed or relieved that his abortive bid for control had failed.

He glanced towards the stairs once more before he sighed and opened the door, closing it behind him as he slipped outside, his footsteps dragging, not daring to look at the light in the bedroom window.

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