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Title: Private Celebration
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "Why Ask For the Moon."
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.


"This is only the first night of the rest of our lives, Will."

Hannibal's voice was soft in his ear, the words reverberating in his mind. His lover was right. This day marked a new phase of their lives, a new beginning.

They would be getting married, and Will knew that it was going to happen soon. Now that Hannibal had proposed and he had accepted, he was sure that things would move along quickly.

Hannibal wasn't the kind of man to wait. He would want to make arrangements for their wedding quickly, and Will wasn't going to argue with that. He wanted to be married to the man he loved as soon as he could be. He didn't see any reason for them to have a long engagement.

Why should they, when they loved each other and wanted to be married? There was no reason for them to deny their hearts what they both desired.

He couldn't imagine waiting, not now. All he wanted was to walk down that aisle and say "I do," for their marriage to be legal and seen by everyone they cared about.

"I know it is," he answered his lover, smiling up at him. "It's been a wonderful night."

"And it's not over yet," Hannibal told him, a smile curving his lips. "I intend to take you home and make love to you all night long, WIll. I want to celebrate this night in the proper way."

"I'd say that making love all night is a good way to celebrate an engagement," Will told him, his heart beating faster at the prospect. "In fact, I'd say it's the perfect celebration."

Suddenly, all he wanted to do was get out of here, to go home and be alone with Hannibal. He wanted them to be in bed together, skin to skin, their heart and souls and bodies entwined. He wanted to feel Hannibal inside him; being in his arms on the dance floor wasn't enough.

Btu he managed to calm himself, to keep himself from telling Hannibal that they should make their goodbyes and leave now. After all, being here was part of the celebration.

If they left too soon, it would feel like they were being rude, and one thing that his boyfriend could never be accused of was being rude. That wasn't in Hannibal's makeup.

No, they would stay here, and they would enjoy the rest of the evening. So far, it had been the most magical night of Will's life, and he didn't want it to end and move into the next phase of the evening just yet. He could wait for that; the buildup of anticipation would be delicious.

They had the rest of their lives to be together, after all, he told himself happily. Theirs was an everlasting love, one that he could count on to always be there.

They would afford to take a little time away from their private lives to be with friends, to celebrate this special occasion. They had all the time in the world for themselves later.

This was a night for them to share, to celebrate, to look towards the future.

So far, this had been the perfect night, one that he never wanted to end. But it would be an even better evening once they got back home and were behind closed doors.

There, they could truly celebrate this night as they wanted to, by joining their bodies with a wild abandon that they'd never felt before. Will could hardly wait for that to happen.

Patience, he told himself. Hannibal always counseled patience, and he was right. This was something to savor, not to make rush by quickly. They needed to stay here for a while, to revel in the congratulations and good spirits all around them, to enjoy each moment to the fullest.

They would have plenty of time for a private celebration when they got home. For now, this night was theirs to enjoy, and he intended to do just that.

When the music stopped, Hannibal slipped an arm around his waist, leading him from the dance floor to the buffet table, where there were more people waiting to congratulate them.

After a few moments of that, Will was starting to feel as though he couldn't wait to go home.

How much longer would this night last, anyway? he asked himself as he smiled and nodded at yet another couple. He just wanted to be with Hannibal, so they could celebrate in their own way.

"I think it's time for us to make our farewells and go home, don't you?" Hannibal murmured into his ear. "I begin to tire of all this, my love. I want to be alone with you, to take you in my arms and show you just how much I love you and want to be with you. I can hardly do that here, in public."

Will smiled at his fiancÚ, relief washing over him. So Hannibal felt the same way he did! He should have known that his lover would share his own eagerness for them to be alone together.

"I thought you'd never ask," he murmured as they headed to the foyer to get their coats.