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Title: Drown in His Eyes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Table 2, 20 in 20 Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: 2, Blue
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Those eyes were so blue.

Everett couldn't get Will's eyes out of his mind. All he could think about was how blue they were, like the sky on a clear and cloudless day.

Or like the ocean that stretched to an equally blue horizon, he told himself. He couldn't pull his gaze away from those intensely blue eyes whenever he and Will were talking; all he could do was stare into them, and feel himself falling into their cerulean depths.

Those eyes even haunted his dreams, Everett thought ruefully. He hadn't been able to get a night's sleep without dreaming of Will ever since they'd met.

Those eyes seemed to follow him through his dreams, as though Will was somehow watching him. It was as if the other man was there, looking over his shoulder, a palpable presence even when he wasn't near in terms of distance.

Everett wished that Will wasn't still stuck in that horrible place that constituted prison, a place that could suck the life and soul and hope out of anyone.

He hated knowing that Will was there, behind bars.

He didn't belong there. Lecter did. Lecter should be the one to lose his freedom, the one who was having his reputation savaged, his life torn apart.

Will didn't deserve all that was happening to him. But Everett was determined to turn things around, and to make sure that nothing like this ever befell Will again. He would exonerate Will, once and for all, for the world to see.

And if they happened to come together as a couple as a result of him freeing Will from the injustice he was now suffering through, then so much the better.

That was one of his ultimate goals, wasn't it?

He didn't just want to get Will out of jail, prove his innocence conclusively, and put Lecter behind bars. He also wanted to start a relationship with Will.

He hadn't realized that until he'd seen Will in person, and had spent a bit of time with him, Everett told himself. But now that he knew Will a little better, he almost felt as though he'd become obsessed with the young man, with the idea of them being together.

He'd never met anyone quite like Will. He'd certainly never met anyone who stirred him so much, who he was this physically attracted to.

Everett pushed the memory of his late fiancÚ out of his mind. That had been over a few years ago, when Damian had died. There was no use thinking of the past.

Will wasn't Damian. He never would be. Will was his own person, someone new and different in Everett's life. Will was the future, not the past -- a future that he wanted to look forward to, with nothing of the past clouding the path that his heart was taking.

No, he wasn't going to let himself get the two men confused. They were very different people, and they were each in a different part of his life.

He wouldn't let his past love affect his future one.

It startled Everett to realize that he was now thinking of Will and using the word "love." He might not have said it aloud, but the emotion seemed to be there.

How could he know that this was love? It was attraction, even infatuation; he had no doubt of that. But love? Could he feel love for someone this quickly, someone who he barely knew? Or was he merely at the point where he was mixing attraction with something deeper?

He hoped that wasn't the case; he didn't want to believe that this was merely lust, and that it could cool as quickly as it had flared into life.

He'd have to tread carefully, and keep examining his feelings.

At the moment, he wasn't sure whether those feelings were love, or simply lust. He wanted Will, that was one thing he knew for certain.

But as for the rest, he couldn't be sure, not until they knew each other a great deal better. He was willing to cautiously tell himself that this could be love, or at least an attraction that could develop into love, into something deep and lasting.

Every time he looked into those intensely blue eyes, he felt as though he was drowning in them, and that he never wanted to come back up for air again.

Those eyes mesmerized him, made him want to get lost in them. How many other people had looked into Will's eyes and felt that way about him? Everett was sure that other people had fallen under their spell; those eyes were too compelling for anyone to ignore.

Or was he the only person they spoke to so eloquently? He hoped that was the case; he didn't like the idea of anyone else wanting Will in the way he did.

He was honest enough to admit that he wanted Will all to himself.

Everett sighed softly, looking at the papers in front of him. He'd wanted to study the case more before he talked to Will again, and he'd been right to do so.

He was sure that he saw an opening, and it had nothing to do with Will supposedly being "insane" from the encephalitis he'd suffered from. No, this was a loophole that he was sure the FBI had seen, but had chosen to ignore, instead deciding to throw Will under the bus.

They wanted someone blamed for these murders, and they didn't care if it was the right man or not. They just wanted a scapegoat.

Well, Will wasn't going to fill that need for them.

He didn't yet know just how he would get Will out of this, but he would. He'd find a way. It was imperative that Will be exonerated completely.

After that, they would see what happened between them. It would be too hard to try to start any kind of a relationship while Will was still behind bars; he had to be completely focused on getting Will out of there, and put his personal inclinations aside for the time being.

But once Will was a free man, then they could indulge themselves. Then, they would be able to throw all caution to the winds -- and meet each other as equals.

He would be able to gaze into those blue eyes and see just what he wanted to see.

Just thinking about those eyes now made a shiver run down his spine; he was eagerly awaiting the day when Will would walk out of prison a free man, and into his arms. He knew that day would get here; it was only a matter of time before his dreams became reality.

Everett couldn't wait for the time to arrive when he could drown in those eyes again.