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Title: Exquisite
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: Rating: R
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 Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Exquisite. That was the only word to describe Will Graham. He was exquisite.

Hannibal closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Will's arousal -- and his fear. Mingled with the scents of their colognes, it was a heady fragrance, the desire only slightly overriding the fear that Will probably didn't yet realize he was feeling.

But he would, Hannibal thought with an inward smile. Oh, he would. Before this was all over, Will Graham would realize what real fear was.

And Hannibal would enjoy feeding on that fear.

It might be far into the future before he could make Will feel that fear, but it would happen. And he would revel in that fear, Hannibal thought as he ran a hand down Will's back and felt the young man shudder under his touch. That fear was as necessary to him as breathing.

Will might not be aware of his fear yet, but it was there, in the back of his mind, just waiting to make its appearance. And Hannibal knew just how to draw that fear out when he was ready for Will to feel it, keeping it hidden until the moment of unveiling.

That moment would show will Will just what he was meant for, what his destiny had to be.

He was hungry for that moment, wishing that it was already here, even though it was far too early in this budding relationship to think in those terms yet.

He was hungry for the fear, for the need, for the moment of the kill.

Ah, but there was plenty of time for that, Hannibal told himself as he moved one hand down Will's back to calm him. Will had already admitted to his need; drawing out his desire was only the beginning. There was so much yet to come before the final act.

He would take Will Graham to a very dark place indeed, a place that he would never be able to escape from. By the time he breathed his last, this young man would be so caught up in that darkness that he would welcome the final oblivion.

That final surrender would be just as exquisite as this first one was.

Will's fear was as satisfying as his desire, in a different way. And Hannibal had no doubt that he would spend a great deal of time savoring them both.

He'd waited for this moment for what felt like a lifetime, the moment when he would be able to make Will his. After this, he and Will would be joined, no matter what Will might feel in the future.

His hips stilled as he took a deep breath, preparing to thrust forward into bliss.

He was more than ready to sate his hunger.