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Title: Hungry Eyes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
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.


So. Will was leaving the house again, was he? Staying the night with his lover, no doubt.

The eyes watching Will narrowed as his car pulled away from the house; the gaze followed until the car was out of sight, and the man holding the binoculars that had been trained on the front door of Will's house sighed as he turned to head towards his own car.

He'd been watching Will Graham for a while now, and he had to admit, his admiration for all that the young man dealt with had grown by leaps and bounds. He was surprised that Will put up with all that he did -- from his job, and from all of the people around him.

No one really seemed to understand Will, he reflected. But he did. He knew that Will had to be tired of all this, had to want to get away from it.

He couldn't even sleep well, poor thing. Well, soon he would be sleeping eternally.

Maybe then he would finally find the peace that he so desperately sought. Yes, he would help Will to that peace -- after he'd taken what he wanted from him.

He would have Will Graham. He'd made up his mind about that, even before he had started watching Will on a daily basis. Will would be his, and then he would dispatch the young man from this world, and go on to the next one. It was, after all, what he did.

He was surprised that Will hadn't learned of him yet -- but a lot of murders happened around this area. Will already had his hands full, trying to solve the crimes that were right there in front of him. He couldn't yet know about crimes that flew under the radar.

By the time Will learned just who he was and what he did, it would be far too late to stop him.

Will wouldn't learn who he was until he was already caught up in the clutches of his destiny; he wouldn't have the chance to stop what was inevitable. He was more than halfway there, each day bringing him closer to his ultimate destruction.

The man smiled as he tossed his binoculars into the front seat, getting into the car and starting the engine. He pulled away from this parking place with barely a sound, turning onto the road that Will had taken. He could take his time; he knew where Will was going.

He would be at Lecter's tonight. With any luck the curtains wouldn't be drawn.

He'd been lucky enough to get a glimpse of what was going on between those two, and he had used that knowledge to his advantage even while his anger had burned white-hot.

Lecter had no right to Will. He couldn't simply reach out and take what someone else had made such careful plans to have for themselves. That was why he was waiting, biding his time before he set the wheels of Will's ending in motion.

Destroying Will would also destroy Lecter, if the two of them became close enough. And now, that was just as much his goal as ending Will's life was.

Lecter had taken what was his, and he would have to pay.

It didn't matter what Will wanted; his desires were of no account. He would have Will Graham, and no one else had a say in the matter. He had made up his mind that Will wold be his, and that was an end to it. He always got what he wanted.

He'd spent a great deal of time and trouble on Will, making sure that he knew the young man's daily routines, following him everywhere he went. He knew if Will took a single step in a direction that he didn't usually go in. He knew everything about this man.

He made it his business to know. After all, Will belonged to him. He had every right to know what his property did with their time.

Now, Lecter was throwing a curve ball into the proceedings. He didn't like that. He didn't like it at all. Will's relationship with Lecter either had to be curtailed, or Will had to be taken out of the equation much sooner than he'd planned.

It would be a pity to lose Will so soon, but it might have to be done.

He would grieve for the loss of his plaything, but not for long. There would always be someone new, someone else to follow, then to torture and torment before their last moments. There would always be another victim to follow Will Graham. There were plenty of fish in the sea.

But Will was .... special, somehow. He watched all of his victims with hungry eyes, but the gaze he'd cast upon Will was much more personal than usual.

There was something about Will, something that was utterly mesmerizing, that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Will was more interesting than any of the others had been, and he knew that when this young man was gone from the world by his hands, he would never be quite the same.

It almost seemed a shame to do away with such beauty, but it couldn't be helped. He'd set his sights on Will, and that always meant death. There was no way that Will could escape; even now, the noose was drawing tighter around him.

It wouldn't be long now. Not long at all.

He would give Will Graham the beautiful death he deserved, the death that he'd dreamed of giving his beautiful boy from the first time he'd seen Will. He would rid himself of the problem of Lecter by simply removing Will from his presence.

That wouldn't be hard to do. After all, Will lived alone, out in the middle of nowhere. It would be child's play to take him from his home, any time he wanted to do so.

Will would be an easy victim, now that he knew the young man's schedule. He knew Will's habits, knew what he did almost every day. Will had a set routine -- though since the advent of Lecter in his life, he'd been veering away from that routine, which was annoying.

No matter. He would soon set things right again. He didn't know exactly how he would do it -- that required a bit more planning -- but he would remove Will from his everyday routine and keep him for a while, before he gave the young man what he knew Will wanted.

Will might know it yet, but he wanted to be dominated. He wanted to be taken.

His relationship with Lecter proved that, didn't it? It was obvious that Lecter dominated Will to a dangerous degree, and that had to change. Will couldn't be allowed to fall under another's control. There was only one person who would be allowed to control him.

His hands tightened on the wheel in anger. After he was done with Will, he would go after Lecter. Destroying him through Will wasn't enough.

No, he would make Lecter suffer. He would drive it home that he had lost Will forever, and that he'd lost him at another man's hands. He would push Lecter to the edge of a precipice, and then force him to jump off. Then he would finally feel that he'd exacted his revenge.

which of them would be made to suffer more -- Lecter, or Will? He wasn't sure.

But they would both suffer, of that he was sure. Sighing contentedly, he leaned back in the seat, his eyes on the road, following Will at a distance. He was in no hurry; he knew where his quarry was going, and he knew just where to be for a ringside view of whatever would happen tonight.

Tonight, his hungry eyes would take in everything that Lecter did to Will, and he would make note of it. He would do the same things to Will himself; he would make Will plead for his touch, beg him for more. And then he would make Will beg for him to stop.

Before too much longer, Will would be his. Not long now. Not long at all.