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Title: Dreams of Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 24, Tree
Author's Note: Sequel to "Just A Little Crush."
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 looked up at the Christmas tree he'd finally gotten put up in his living room.

It was big, bigger than he'd expected it to be. Every year he told himself that he would just get a small tree, and every year he ended up dragging a huge one home.

Yet that was the nature of the season, wasn't it? he asked himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Christmas was one of those times when bigger definitely seemed better.

Every year, he told himself that he would just get one of those small, decorated trees that he could sit on the coffee table, and not go to the trouble of having a big tree.

And every year, he always went out into the woods around his house and cut down a tree, then decorated it carefully, even though no one would see it other than himself and the dogs.

But this year, he might not be celebrating the holiday alone, he thought, his heart beating faster as his mind turned to the man who he, despite what he'd said to Beverly Katz just yesterday, most definitely had a crush on. He was going to invite Hannibal here on Christmas Eve.

He had no idea whether or not the other man would be going anywhere else during the holiday season; he hoped that Hannibal would be spending his time in Baltimore.

Of course he would be going to parties; he was a sought-after guest, and Will had no doubt that he would be even more social than usual during this season.

But Will was sure that Hannibal wouldn't refuse an invitation to a quiet dinner.

He would trim the tree, put the two gifts that he had gotten for Hannibal under it, along with all of the gifts he'd gotten for his dogs. He would order an intimate dinner for two.

No, he wouldn't try to cook. That would be a disaster -- and besides, Hannibal was a master chef. Will didn't think that the other man would appreciate his clumsy attempts at cooking. It would be much better for him to order something -- Italian, more than likely -- so he wouldn't make any embarrassing mistakes.

Then he and Hannibal would be able to enjoy an evening spent in each other's company -- and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to ascertain how the other man felt about him.

What if Hannibal had a crush on him? If he did, then that would change everything. Then the playing field would be more level, and he wouldn't feel so idiotic.

That was a ridiculous thought, Will told himself sternly. Hannibal wouldn't have a crush on him. Not that he was a bad-looking guy, but he wasn't at all the type of man that someone like Hannibal would choose to be with. He was the antithesis of the type of man that he was sure Hannibal would want.

Hannibal was suave, social, and well-versed in many things. He was outgoing and had no problems dealing with people -- the very opposite of Will Graham.

Yet the thought of Hannibal actually desiring him was exhilarating.

Stop thinking about that, Will ordered himself as he opened the box of lights that he would put on the tree. There's no use in even going there. It won't happen.

But still, he couldn't help thinking of what it might be like to have dinner with Hannibal on Christmas Eve, to look across the table at him, and see desire shining in those dark eyes.

That was something he could look forward to, Will told himself with a smile. If it happened, that was. He had no guarantee concerning Hannibal's feelings were. But that didn't mean that he couldn't do things that might push the other man's interest in the direction he wanted it to go.

Was he even capable of doing something like that? he asked himself. He had no idea, but considering just what the rewards could be, he thought that he might want to try.

"After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?" he murmured as he began to drape the string of lights over the branches of the tall tree.

How long had he harbored these dreams of igniting Hannibal's desire? A lot longer than he'd been willing to himself, really. Almost since the first time they'd met.

He wasn't sure that he could make those dreams become a reality. But he was in the mood to take risks, and he was curious to see just what he might be able to start.

It looked as though he was going to have an .... interesting holiday season.