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Title: Daydreams About Night Things
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Sequel to "When I Dream At Night."
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.


Will closed his eyes, a smile curving his lips. He could see Hannibal bending over him, the other man sweaty and disheveled, the sunlight coming through the window behind him limning his body in gold. Hannibal smiled down at him, his dark eyes almost seeming to glow ....

Will gasped, his eyes flying open as he sat straight up in his chair. It was a good thing there were no people around; he didn't want anyone to see him like this.

He had to fight the urge to reach for his jacket and drape it over his lap; it was enough that he was sitting behind a desk. No one would see the obvious bulge in his jeans. No one would guess that he'd been letting his daydreams run wild again.

He'd been daydreaming about Hannibal.

More to the point, he'd been daydreaming about what he wanted Hannibal to do to him. He'd been imagining them in bed, making love, the other man taking him over and over again until he begged for more -- or was he begging Hannibal to stop?

He didn't know the answer to that question, and it worried him. His daydreams were starting to become much more erotic, pushing boundaries that he hadn't realized he possessed. And more often than not, they were crossing over those boundaries.

These daydreams about things that should only happen at night had to stop. He had to put away these thoughts of Hannibal making love to him in the middle of the day, the sunlight outlining his body, the two of them haloed in the warmth of that sun ....

He was doing it again. Will almost cursed as he shoved his chair back from the desk, running a hand through his hair. He had to stop thinking about Hannibal like this. Those daydreams were getting more vivid, less easy to push aside.

The problem was that he didn't want them to stop.

He wanted to keep daydreaming about Hannibal. He wanted to keep thinking about what he wanted the other man to do to him, wanted to keep imagining their bodies locked together in a primal embrace. Those daydreams were what was keeping him going.

Without them, he'd feel empty and lost. If he didn't have those daydreams to cling to, then all of his hopes of ever being with Hannibal would be extinguished.

Will slumped forward onto his desk, resting his head in his hands. He couldn't give up these dreams -- but he couldn't keep letting them invade the reality of his working world, either. Somehow, he'd have to keep those two worlds separate -- no matter how hard it might be.