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Title: Delicate Balance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Author's Note: Sequel to "Utter Clarity."
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 wanted him. That was more than obvious.

Hannibal couldn't hold back a feeling of satisfaction; if his lips hadn't been busy with kissing Will, he would have smiled. He could feel the desire held within the young man's body; he knew that Will was at the edge.

One small push, and he would melt into Hannibal's arms. He was already there, actually, but he was still trying to decide if it was where he wanted to be.

He could almost read Will's thoughts, almost sense what he would say if he spoke. Will could go either way at this point; he could either give in to his desires, or turn and run. It was a delicate juncture, a precarious crossroads.

He had to handle Will carefully from here on out; the slightest wrong move could send his skittish little rabbit running in the opposite direction.

That was the last thing he wanted. He intended to break down the barriers that were surrounding Will, to introduce him to the pleasures he could derive from his own body. He was sure that Will was innocent of those pleasures.

Oh, he wasn't completely innocent. But just enough.

Hannibal was absolutely positive that Will had never been with anyone else, that he was going to be the first. He also intended to be the only person Will was ever with. He didn't mean to share this man with anyone.

He had already gained a measure of Will's trust. Now was the time to solidify that trust, to bring Will closer to him than he had ever been.

Even if nothing more than exploration happened today, it would be enough. It would still serve to bring Will to him in the ways that he wanted, to start the binding that would be emotional as well as physical.

At the moment, things were progressing exactly as planned.

There was only one thing that might go wrong with his plans, Hannibal realized as he bent his head to capture Will's lips again. His own desire was running so hot and high and the might not be able to control himself.

He prided himself on maintaining control in all situations, but Will was so delectable, so desirable, that he doubted his own ability to hold back.

If that happened, then his plans would be thrown to the winds, and he would be moving forward on instinct alone. Ah well, he told himself, he could do that. If he could no longer hold back, then he would compensate.

His hands moved down Will's sides, aching to remove the plaid shirt that the young man wore and feel bare skin beneath his fingertips.

As though of their own volition, his hands moved back up to finger the top button of Will's shirt. Now that the thought had occurred to him to undress Will, he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing so.

Why shouldn't he? It wasn't as though they would be observed.

There was no one else in this wooded area by the lake other than the two of them. And the dogs, but the canines wouldn't bother them.

He wanted Will, wanted him right here, on this riverbank, on this blanket that was spread out around them. He wanted to take Will for the first time, with the glories of nature all around them, out here in the uninhibited wild.

He wanted to see Will reach the peak of pleasure with the sun shining on his face, to see every expression that flitted across those handsome features.

Logic told him to slow down, but he wasn't listening to that part of his brain any more. He only wanted to see Will unclothed, in his natural state.

It only took him a few moments to remove the shirt that clung to Will's slender body, then start working at the button and zipper of his jeans.

Hannibal blinked when he realized that Will's hands were at the top button of his own shirt, undoing it before moving to the next. He hadn't realized that Will might be this bold, that he might also be shedding his clothes.

Ah, that was all well and good, he told himself with a smile as he gazed down at Will. It was good for Will to be this desirous, this uninhibited.

He might be shy, but he was already opening up.

It was beautiful to see, Hannibal told himself. The desire that was glowing in Will's blue eyes, the burning passion that was barely hidden beneath the surface -- he had always known they were there, just waiting to be drawn out.

And he would be the man to do so, he thought as he unzipped Will's jeans and began to gently pull them over the young man's narrow hips.

Will raised his hips without being asked to; Hannibal took that as a good sigh. Will was following his instincts, rather than letting his mind hold him back. He was giving himself over to his desires, which was exactly what Hannibal wanted.

That desire was shining in Will's eyes, making him even more beautiful than ever. He was all that Hannibal wanted, all that he needed.

He had never seen a sight so beautiful as Will Graham lying here naked and exposed in front of him, ready and willing to let Hannibal have his way. Nothing had ever moved him to passion as much as this moment did.

But he had to move slowly, he cautioned himself.

One wrong move, and Will could very well change his mind and back away. He wanted to take this forward one step at a time, and even though he wanted Will desperately, he wasn't going to do anything to upset their delicate balance.

He would let Will make the first move, let him ask for what he wanted. If he did that, then he would assured of Will's compliance.

There would be no rushing, no speeding through something that should be taken slowly and savoured. He would make sure that they both enjoyed every moment of this, and if it went further than he planned, then so be it.

Lowering his head, he kissed Will again, murmuring into his ear.

"Undress me, Will," he whispered, the words silky soft, not so much a command as a request. If Will didn't want to do so, then he would take care of removing the rest of his clothing himself. It would be simple enough.

But Will's hands were already at his belt buckle, undoing it, then unzipping his trousers and pushing them down eagerly.

Within seconds, they were lying naked next to each other, and Hannibal could feel an even higher tide of passion racing through his veins. He didn't know exactly how this would transpire, but he knew that he wanted Will.

If he took Will here and now, it would take their relationship in an entirely new direction -- one that he greatly looked forward to.

He captured Will's lips with his own again, letting his hands move down the young man's sides to rest on his hips. Their entire future rested on what would happen here and now, and he wanted to be sure that he took the right path.

It was time to take the next step, and see where it would lead them.