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Title: Colder Than Ice
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: 9, Cold
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.
***Hannibal watched Will as the young man walked up the steps; it was obvious that Will was reluctant to go at first, then his steps gathered speed. Hannibal didn't know what had crossed his mind to send him on his way, but he was glad that it had.
He needed to be alone for a few minutes to absorb what Will had told him, to try to control the anger that swept through him at the thought of someone else encroaching on his territory.
Will was his. No one else had any sort of right to him.
The thought that this man, whoever he was, had been watching Will made his fists clench and his jaw tighten. He wanted to visit the worst sort of retribution on this man, to make him suffer, to make him realize that what he had done was wrong in every way.
The coldness that seeped through him would have frightened a lesser man. But Hannibal knew how to deal with that coldness; he knew how to assuage it.
He would take his pleasure with Will tonight, more than once. He would make the boy his in every way; even if Will didn't realize that he belonged to Hannibal, his imprint would be left irrevocably upon that beautiful body. He would finally claim what had always been his.
Even now, he might have waited a bit too long. But that was easily rectified.
There would be no struggle, no resistance. Oh, there might be at first, but he knew just how to melt any sort of resistance that Will might put up. He knew how to kindle Will's desire, knew how to make Will want what only he could give.
He would give Will a bit of time to orient himself; it was obvious that the boy was shaken up, and Hannibal needed him to be a bit more grounded tonight.
If Will was shaken by any experience tonight, he wanted it to come from him.
That was the most maddening thing about this man who was stalking Will, Hannibal told himself, his fists clenching again. He was the one who seemed to be breaking Will, when that pleasure should belong completely to Hannibal.
Will was his to break. This person was overstepping their bounds; that would have to be stopped as soon as possible.
He wasn't going to let this man continue to have his way with Will. It was a violation, not only of Will, but of what the two of them shared. His bond with Will was nascent, tenuous; he would have to strengthen that bond at the same time that he eliminated the problem.
His desire for Will might run hot, but in this instance, he would be colder than ice.
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