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Title: Courtship Dance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 12, Dance
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 looked down at the young man sprawled out before him, his eyes roving over Will's nude body. This was the first time he'd taken Will here, in his own home, in his territory. Somehow, he had never felt that it was quite right for him to be here.

Yes, he was Will's lover, but everyone needed their personal space -- Will more than most. And this wasn't the sort of place that Hannibal preferred to be in.

Oh, there was nothing wrong with it -- in fact, it was quite a pleasant little house. But it was uniquely Will's space, and Hannibal didn't feel overly comfortable here. He wasn't really in control here; there was nothing to give him the advantage.

And having the advantage was always important to him.

His need for control was one of the characteristics that defined who he was; he acknowledged that about himself, and made no apologies for it. He wouldn't be so successful at what he did -- both his career and the hidden aspects of his life -- without that need for control.

That need had served him well over the years. But Will Graham changed the playing field; his desire for Will was something that veered wildly out of control when he least expected it to, and that in itself made it more than a little dangerous for him to be here.

This civilized veneer of a courtship dance between himself and Will was only a front for the passion that lay beneath, a passion that he could far too easily get carried away with. He had already thrown caution to the winds by daring to be with Will intimately.

Being here, in Will's house, preparing to make love to him in the most public room of that house, was being even less cautious -- but he couldn't hold himself back. The civilized mating dance had reached its conclusion; they had crossed over into the realm of need.

He didn't simply want to be with Will. He needed this.

And judging from the expression on Will's face, he needed it even more badly. Hannibal let a smile curve his lips as he slid one lubed finger, then another, inside Will, quickly finding his prostate and using his fingers to stimulate the younger man.

He was gratified by the gasp of pleasure from Will's lips, by the way Will's body arched up into his questing fingers. Oh yes, Will needed this. That much was obvious.

Enough of this courtship dance, Hannibal told himself as he pulled his fingers slowly out of Will. He pushed the other man's knees up to his chest, positioning himself at Will's entrance. It was time to sate the need for both of them, and push them over the brink of ecstasy.