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Title: Each Other's Destiny
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Matthew Brown
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 11, Hunger
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.

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It was going to happen tonight. He would be with Matthew.

Will could feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest as he heard slow footsteps in the hallway, moving closer toward his cell. Matthew was here. He knew it.

He could feel the other man's presence before he could see Matthew. Somehow, his senses knew that the man he so desperately wanted was near; he could feel Matthew reaching out to him, just as surely as he would soon feel Matthew's touch, his kiss.

He wanted to run to the bars of his cell and reach out for the other man, but he forced himself to stay seated, to be patient and wait.

Waiting felt like the hardest thing he'd ever done.

But the wait was nearly over, he told himself. Matthew was approaching his cell, walking towards him in the darkness. He could hear those footsteps drawing closer.

Will drew in a sharp breath when he heard the key scrape in the lock of his cell; he knew that Matthew was coming in, that tonight was going to be the night. This had been inevitable from the first moment their eyes had met; it was written in the stars. They were each other's destiny.

He wanted this. He wanted it more than he had ever thought he could want anything, more than he'd thought he was capable of desiring anyone.

His hunger for Matthew had taken him over, and he no longer cared if Chilton knew. He didn't care if every camera in the place was trained on them at this very moment.

All he wanted was to feel Matthew's hands on his bare flesh, to feel the other man's mouth on his. He wanted Matthew inside him, taking him, filling him, making love to him. He wanted to belong to Matthew, totally and completely, to be made his in every possible way.

He knew that Matthew's hunger matched his own; he could feel it in that touch, that kiss. He could sense it in the way that Matthew approached him, feel it in the tension of his body.

Will almost cried out when Matthew touched him.

Almost, but not quite. He managed to hold that cry back, to stifle it. Then Matthew's mouth was on his, swallowing any sound that he could make in a hot, heady kiss.

That kiss had all the pent-up hunger in it that Will had been holding inside himself. He could let that hunger go now, let his desire come to the surface. Matthew had turned of the cameras and the microphones; there was no one to know what was happening here. No one but the two of them.

And they would never tell, Will thought as Matthew began to unzip the front of his orange coverall. They would never betray each other. They would be faithful.

He closed his eyes as his clothes were peeled away from his body.

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