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Title: Dream Becomes Nightmare
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt, 21, Dream
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.


There were times when being with Hannibal was like being trapped in some dark dream that he knew he would never be able to find his way out of. At least, that was how it felt.

When his lover turned to look at him, Will had to suppress a shiver. This was going to be one of those times when he would awake in the morning with more bruises than he wanted to deal with, when he would go to work feeling uncomfortable and exposed.

No one would know, but it would feel like they did.

He would never tell anyone what he and Hannibal shared; let people think that it was just a normal relationship between two men. What they would think of as normal and safe wasn't what he wanted. He needed this darkness, this descent into submission.

He needed all that Hannibal gave him. He drank it in like a man dying of thirst.

The world outside the walls of this house, the real world, as others would call it, felt like the dream. He didn't feel comfortable there; he didn't really know how to act, what code of behavior was expected. He had never felt as though he quite fit in.

He'd never been comfortable in his own skin -- until he'd met Hannibal. This man was showing him how to be comfortable with himself, how to integrate the two sides of who he was, the light and the dark. That had been a dream come true for Will.

He had never thought he would meet someone who could reconcile those two sides of his personality to each other -- he'd certainly never been able to do it, and if he couldn't make all of the disparate parts of his identity mesh, he couldn't expect someone else to do it for him.

But somehow, Hannibal did it. Hannibal had brought all of his desires together, melding them into one, and showing him what he really wanted. It might not always be pretty, and there were some people who would call it wrong -- but it worked for him.

Hannibal made all of his dreams come true -- except one.

He wanted his lover to love him, and he didn't think that was something that could ever happen. Hannibal had never said those three words; he never gave his heart away, never even really let Will know what thoughts were going through his head. He was never transparent.

Maybe that was for the best sometimes, but not at the moment.

When Hannibal was standing there watching him with those hooded eyes, he reminded Will of nothing so much as a hungry cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. That look reduced to him to s frightened, whimpering mouse, wanting to run and hide.

But there was nowhere to run. And somehow, he couldn't help but feel that this would be one of those nights when a dream turned into a nightmare.