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Title: Just A Little Crush
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 10, Girlcrush
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.


"I do not have a crush on Hannibal Lecter."

Will's jaw was tight, his teeth clenched; it was all he could do not to ball his hands into fists and snarl. This was the most ridiculous discussion he'd ever had in his life.

A crush on Hannibal Lecter? No, he didn't have a crush. He and Hannibal were friends. And the other man was his shrink, for god's sake. It was a professional relationship.

"Oh, come off it, Will, of course you do," Beverly Katz told him with a smile that, to his eyes, was more of a smirk. "We all see the way you look at him. Those smoldering looks of longing could light a fire without having a match anywhere near. That gaze of yours is practically a flamethrower."

Will wasn't sure whether to deny her words angrily, or blush and hide his face. It was true, he did find himself looking at Hannibal a lot when the other man was around.

He couldn't help it. There was something about Hannibal that mesmerized him, something that drew and held all of his attention. Hannibal was a fascinating man.

And Hannibal watched him, too. He could tell.

He could feel those dark eyes watching him, feel that intense gaze on him even when he wasn't looking in Hannibal's direction. So did that mean that he had a crush, too?

Had he just admitted to himself that he did have a crush on a man who should, for all intents and purposes, be nothing more than a casual friend to him? All right, maybe he had. Just a little crush, one that would probably dissipate over time, once he got to know Hannibal better.

Just the thought of getting to know Hannibal made his stomach do flips. It was something that he thought about often, but didn't actually think was going to happen.

Hannibal knew him, of course. He'd spilled so many secrets to the other man that at this point, Hannibal probably knew him better than he knew himself. Or at least certain facets of him.

All right, so he might have a tiny crush on the man. He might not be able to keep his eyes off Hannibal whenever they were in the same room together; his heart might leap with joy every time he entered Hannibal's house for one of their psychiatric sessions.

if that was a crush, then he had one. It was just more than a little embarrassing that everyone around him seemed to know that he did, and to tease him accordingly.

"It's not a crush," he mumbled again, making Beverly shake her head and laugh.

"You mean it's not a mancrush," she said, still giggling. "You're a gay man, Will. So doesn't that mean that this thing you've obviously got for Hannibal is a girlcrush?"

Will glared at Beverly even harder, wishing that she would just drop the subject. Then the humor of what she'd said hit him, and he couldn't help but laugh ruefully.

"I guess any crush that a gay guy has could be called that, couldn't it?" he said good-naturedly. "But I wouldn't call it a crush, not really. I'd call it a .... fascination. An interest." He knew that he was grasping at straws, but he had to keep up the denial if he wanted to save face.

"Can it, Graham," Beverly ordered, though her voice was still cheerful. "You've got a full-blown crush. Just admit it, and roll with it. And who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky."

Will blushed at those words, saluting Beverly and leaving her lab abruptly. He really couldn't talk about this any more. Not if he wanted to keep his mind on his work.

Though at this point, his concentration was probably shot for the rest of the day.