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Title: Defeated
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 23, Defeat
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. soar


Will's feet dragged as he made himself go up the steps to Hannibal's front door; he didn't really want to see his lover at the moment. It hurt to think that Hannibal would simply pack up and leave him behind, that he didn't want to stay here with him.

He didn't blame Hannibal for wanting to take a job that he might be more interested in than keeping his practice here in Baltimore, but still, it felt like a betrayal.

He didn't want to talk to his lover about it, didn't want to listen to Hannibal wax enthusiastic about going off to some new place and leaving Will behind. He was sure that Hannibal would find someone else to replace him quite easily, but he didn't want to think about that.

At the moment, he just wanted to wallow in his misery.

Maybe hw would manage to forget about Hannibal eventually, Will told himself as he raised his hand to press the doorbell. Maybe he would even find someone else to love. But he would never find someone who could be all to him that Hannibal was.

He would never find another lover like Hannibal. There would never be anyone else who could touch him in the way that Hannibal did, no one else who could bring him that certain kind of freedom. He felt completely dispirited, defeated, as though his life was at an end.

Essentially, it would be, without Hannibal here with him. He would feel as though he was half a person, living a life that no longer held any savor or fulfillment for him. Without Hannibal by his side, the future didn't seem like something to look forward to.

Will had never felt so utterly defeated before; all he wanted to do was to go home, collapse on his bed, and cry until there were no tears left. But he had told Hannibal he would be here tonight, so here he was. He couldn't let his lover down.

Even though it felt like that was just what Hannibal was doing to him.

He couldn't blame Hannibal, he told himself firmly. Baltimore wasn't exactly the kind of place where a man like Hannibal could fit in easily. He had often thought that his lover was a man alone, set apart by his eccentricities and cosmopolitan tastes.

When the door swung open, he forced a wan smile, not saying anything, not even a greeting. He stepped into the foyer as Hannibal moved aside, closing the door behind him.

Will dreaded turning to face Hannibal, but he knew that he would have to do so sooner or later. Steeling himself to meet the other man's gaze and see the pity and regret there, he slowly turned around to face his lover, unsure of what he was going to say.