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Title: Everyone Can See
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "All Eyes Watching."
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 dare glance over at Hannibal; he didn't think he wanted to know what his lover was doing. Whatever it iwas, he didn't think he would like the outcome. Hannibal had already surprised him once, and he expected the next surprise to be even more unnerving.

What must all of the people in the opera house think? The curtains had been drawn for a while now, and even though the opera hadn't started yet, he was sure that was unusual.

It felt strange, sitting here naked from the waist down, wondering just what Hannibal was planning. Will couldn't help but feel uneasy; whatever Hannibal had on his mind, something told him that he wasn't going to like it much.

Hannibal knew how to exploit his weaknesses all too well.

His lover knew that he was awkward in social situations; he wouldn't put it past Hannibal to deliberately try something that would make him feel even more so. It would be Hannibal's version of "therapy," but it wasn't something that Will wanted to deal with.

Still, he was here with Hannibal, and he had no choice but to do as his lover bid him to. He didn't want to cause a scene, and this definitely wasn't his milieu. He wasn't comfortable here, and he was sure that Hannibal was very aware of that fact.

What was Hannibal going to do? Will turned his head to look at the other man, surprised to see what his lover had just taken from his coat pocket.

Will blinked, wondering if he was seeing things correctly in the dimness of the opera box. Why in the hell would Hannibal have brought an anal plug with him? This was not looking like something he was going to enjoy, but it was too late to say no.

If he did, then he would incur Hannibal's displeasure.

His lover wouldn't punish him here, of course. He wouldn't even be punished outright. But he would be denied Hannibal's company for days; and when they finally did spend time together again, Hannibal would deny Will the pleasure of his body.

"Please stand up and lean against the front of the box again, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice low and pleasant, as though he was asking Will about the weather. "Spread your legs and bend forward as much as you can without dislodging the curtains."

Will swallowed hard, getting to his feet slowly. He did as he was told, knowing what was coming next. He closed his eyes, his muscles tightening.

He could feel Hannibal's fingers spreading him; they were cool and slippery, an indication that Hannibal had thought enough of his comfort to coat them with lube. The plug was pressed against him, patiently waiting for him to relax and allow entrance.

That wasn't going to be easy; his body was tense, his senses tightly wound. Will took one deep breath, then another, forcing himself to relax; when his muscles slackened slightly, he felt the plug push into him, eliciting a gasp from his lips.

"You may sit down again, Will." Hannibal's voice was still low. "I will open the curtains."

"What?" Will felt panic skitter somewhere in the region of his stomach. "At least let me put on my pants first." Hannibal didn't expect him to sit here half-naked through the first half of the opera, did he? That had not been what he was expecting.

Hannibal shook his head, a slight smile curving his lips. "No, Will. You are going to watch the opera just as you are. You don't have to worry -- no one can see us below the waist, so your state of undress won't be observed by anyone."

Will wanted to protest, but he knew that would do no good. Once Hannibal had made up his mind about something, getting him to change it was practically impossible.

His cheeks flaming, Will sat back down, wriggling a bit to find the most comfortable position. With the plug firmly inside him, no position would be truly comfortable; even shifting his body slightly made it brush against his prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

So this was what Hannibal intended, to keep him in a state of arousal through the first half of the opera. His body was already on edge; Will was sure that he was going to lose control far before the intermission -- and that Hannibal wouldn't be pleased with him.

But what did he expect? This was too much for anyone to take.

Hannibal stood up and drew the curtains back -- and, just as he had expected, there seemed to be dozens of eyes trained on the box. Will could feel his blush intensify; he was sure that everyone in the place knew just what was going on.

He studiously avoided looking out at the crowd of people, all who seemed to be watching them. He kept his eyes on the stage, even though the curtains hadn't gone up and nothing was happening yet. He didn't want to know if people were staring at him.

Will felt as though everyone there could see into the box, as if they knew that he was naked from the waist down. It was almost as though he could feel all of those eyes focused on his body, taking him in, and somehow finding him wanting.

That wasn't the case, he told himself. No one knew that he was half-naked. Like Hannibal said, no one could see what they were doing.

But the curtains had been drawn for such a long time that people had to know that something untoward was going on, Will told himself. Especially after the possessive way that Hannibal had touched him as they made their way to the box earlier.

His cheeks were still flaming red; he was sure that his blush could light up the entire opera house.

Hannibal seated himself beside Will again, apparently not in the slightest bit disturbed by the attention that they were getting. He didn't seem to notice that anyone was looking at them; he simply shrugged off the attention as though it wasn't happening.

Casually, as though he wasn't thinking about what he was doing, Hannibal moved his hand to Will's lap, his fingers curling around the young man's half-hard cock.

Will's penis immediately sprang to attention; he couldn't hold back a soft gasp, couldn't keep himself from arching his back into that touch. The movement made the plug shift, push deeper inside him; Will had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out.

"Don't make a sound, Will," Hannibal cautioned him, turning his head to look at the young man. "If you do, then it's going to be much easier for people to guess what we're doing .And that wouldn't make me happy. I believe that it would embarrass you, as well."

Will could do nothing but nod helplessly; Hannibal definitely had that right. He already felt that everyone could see what was going on; he didn't want that feeling to come true.

He would just have to try to deal with this, as difficult as it might be.

One thing was for sure, he told himself as he stared straight ahead at the stage, watching the curtains go up as the lights went down. The next time Hannibal wanted him to accompany him on another cultural escapade, he would politely decline.

Even if that annoyed Hannibal, dealing with his lover's displeasure would be a lot better than having to endure another evening like this one.

Will kept his eyes fixed on the stage as the opera began, counting the seconds. He had no idea how long the first act would last, but he hoped that it wouldn't go on for too long. He could only hope that the second act wouldn't bring even more surprises.