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Title: New Experience
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
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 turned over in bed, blinking at the bright sunlight that filtered through the window. He'd almost drifted back to sleep, but he was sure that he had heard the sound of quiet footsteps in the hallway outside the room, and he knew that it could be no one but Hannibal.

His heart rate quickened at the thought. Hannibal obviously hadn't slept here last night -- so would he be coming here to take his pleasure in the early morning hours?

If he was, then Will would give him whatever he wanted. He didn't have the strength to refuse; when it came to Hannibal, he seemed to have no will of his own. The other man had an almost eerie kind of control over him -- and Will was discovering that he liked it.

He belonged to Hannibal -- and he could acknowledge that fact freely.

With anyone else, he might have been disconcerted to realize that he felt this way, and he'd probably have run from that feeling. But with Hannibal, the thought of being owned only evoked an excitement that a part of him was obscurely ashamed of.

He shouldn't be ashamed of feeling that way about his lover, should he? He didn't know just where that feeling of shame came from; he'd have to dissect it later, study his feelings more closely to determine exactly why they were there, and if they were valid.

But for now, all he could focus on was the fact that Hannibal was right outside that door, and that anything could happen between them this morning.

After all, he'd spent the night in Hannibal's bed last night -- even if Hannibal hadn't been there with him. They'd had sex in this bed, and that had been a significant step forward in their relationship. Hannibal thought enough of him to finally take him to his bed.

He jumped slightly when the door opened and Hannibal strode into the room, wearing the silk robe he'd put on last night. Will wondered where he'd slept -- and even if he'd slept. But he must have; he looked well-rested, a small smile on his lips as he looked down at Will.

"Good morning, sweet William. I trust you slept well." The words were bland, but they belied the fire that was sparking in Hannibal's gaze. Will almost wanted to pull the covers over himself, even though they already hid his body from the waist down.

He nodded, swallowing hard. Hannibal obviously had something planned; he already knew that look far too well. Whatever it was, it was to be something exciting.

He didn't want to feel that kind of excitement. Not now. He had to go to work today; he'd told Jack that he'd be in his office by ten in the morning, and that they could go over the case they'd been working on, even go back to the crime scene if Jack thought it would be helpful.

But it didn't seem as though Hannibal would let him get out of the house easily.

"Yeah, I slept great. Thanks for letting me spend the night here. I don't think I'd have been able to sleep at all if I was at home." The words came tumbling out in a rush; it was obvious that he was babbling in an attempt to put up some kind of barrier between them.

"Then you'll be refreshed for the day." In one quick movement, Hannibal reached down to sweep the covers back, baring Will's nude body to his gaze. "Turn over, Will."

Will stared up at him, blue eyes wide with apprehension. "Y-you want to have sex now?" he asked, his voice barely a squeak. "B-but it's barely ...." He glanced up at the wall clock. "It's only seven in the morning. I just woke up. I --"

He was silenced by Hannibal's finger against his lips. The other man shook his head, a slight frown marring his brow. "Will, when I tell you to do something, I expect to be obeyed. You should know that by now. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I didn't think you would," Will mumbled, doing as he was told and reluctantly turning over onto his stomach. He could feel a blush suffusing his face; he didn't know why he should be so embarrassed. It wasn't like his lover hadn't gotten a good look at his ass before.

He felt the mattress sag under Hannibal's weight as the other man straddled him.

Will had no idea what Hannibal was going to do, but he could feel a wave of apprehension sweeping over hm. Had he been misled as to Hannibal's intentions towards him? Had Hannibal lied when he said that he wasn't going to hurt him? What did he plan to do?

If Hannibal wanted to take him from behind again, he didn't have a problem with that. He'd thoroughly enjoyed last night -- and even the first time, when Hannibal had taken his virginity with him bent over the office desk, there had been a thrill of pleasure in the experience.

It just didn't seem like the best time for them to get intimate. But if that was what Hannibal wanted, that was what he would get. Will knew that he had no willpower to say no to this man; Hannibal would be able to talk him into anything, even if he felt hesitant at first.

Hannibal shifted his position as he removed his robe; Wall frowned, wanting to wriggle into a more comfortable position, waiting for Hannibal to touch him.

"Yes, this should do nicely." Hannibal's voice was full of satisfaction; Will felt a shiver run down his spine, a shiver that was equal parts anticipation and dread. What was "this" that Hannibal was referring to? Did he dare to look around to see what his lover was doing?

"You haven't exactly been as obedient as you should be, Will," Hannibal said softly, placing a hand on the small of Will's back. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be taught a lesson. You need to know exactly who you belong to. I've decided that lesson will be today."

A lesson? That didn't sound pleasant. In fact, it sounded downright scary.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Will asked, his voice trembling. His body was starting to follow suit; he wondered if Hannibal realized that those words were more than a little frightening. They sounded like a thereat, and Will was sure that whenever Hannibal threatened, he would follow through.

"Don't be afraid, Will," Hannibal said again, his tone reassuring. His hand stroked up Will's back, then down again to rest on the curve of his ass. "This isn't going to hurt. It may be a bit uncomfortable at first, until you get used to it -- but not overly painful."

Not overly painful? Will struggled to turn his head, wanting to make eye contact, to know what Hannibal was planning. But Hannibal's hand was in his hair, forcing him to keep his face turned forward even as those long, cool fingers stroked through his hair, then down his back again.

"You need to be taught obedience, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice louder this time, carrying more than a hint of disapproval. "I think this should do the trick."

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Will's voice was shaking now; without realizing it, his fingers had curled around a handful of the pillowcase, and he was clutching it in a death grip. No matter what Hannibal had said to reassure him, this didn't sound like a good experience.

"I'm going to show you just who you belong to."

He wanted to scream that he knew who he belonged to, that he was Hannibal's, that his lover could do whatever he wanted with him. But wasn't that was he was already doing? Saying those words wouldn't thwart Hannibal's plans; they would only give him clearance to carry on.

Hannibal leaned forward, reaching for the tube of lubricant on the table by the bed where he'd left it last night. Will heard the cap being opened, then silence.

His muscles tightened, his body fighting the need to lash out, to jump off the bed, grab his clothes, and run away. Hannibal was his lover; Hannibal wouldn't hurt him. He might push the edges of Will's boundaries, and even go past them -- but he would never cause him harm.

There was nothing to be afraid of. Absolutely nothing. This would be a new experience, that was all. It could even be something he would enjoy.

Then why was he so afraid?

Will closed his eyes, forcing himself to lie still under Hannibal's hands. Whatever was going to happen, he would have to put himself into this man's hands, and trust him. This was a test of their relationship, a test of his trust, and he wasn't going to let himself fail.