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Title: Far Too Fast
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 33, Hurricane
Author's Note: Sequel to "Bite Marks."
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.


This was all happening far too quickly for his comfort.

Events were swirling around him like a hurricane, too fast for him to process everything that was happening. It was all happening at once, and he had no control.

Will wanted to pull away, wanted to run out of this house, away from this man who he both wanted and feared. It felt as though the situation was spinning out of control, lifting him up into a vortex that he couldn't escape from, no matter how he struggled.

If he pulled back now, would Hannibal accept that? Would he still pursue Will, still want him? Or would he turn away and find someone else to pique his interest?

Will didn't want that. He wanted to be the one who Hannibal pursued.

But at the same time, such relentless pursuit frightened him more than he wanted to admit. He'd never been in anyone's sights in this manner before.

He wasn't used to anyone wanting him -- and he certainly wasn't used to anyone going after him in the way that Hannibal had. He'd never been pursued aggressively, if at all, and the fact that Hannibal wasn't being subtle about it was both exhilarating and scary.

Part of him wanted to reach out and take what Hannibal was offering -- and another part of him shrank from it, knowing instinctively that he wasn't ready.

"Hannibal, I .... I'm not ready for this," he murmured, shaking his head. He wanted to back away, but the other man was standing too close behind him.

"Will, you are ready," Hannibal whispered into his ear, his hands moving down Will's arms. "You're simply nervous about what is going to happen between us tonight, and that is quite natural. I expected you to be somewhat hesitant. That will pass."

Will was becoming more and more unsure with each passing moment; it felt as though Hannibal was trying to talk him into this, rather than it happening of his own free will.

But at the same time, Hannibal was right. He did want this.

Maybe he was just scared -- which was a natural reaction, just as Hannibal had said. Maybe he just needed to push that fear away, to ignore it.

Yet there was a voice in the back of his mind telling him that this was moving like a hurricane, and that was far too quickly for comfort. If Hannibal would give him a little time, let him get used to the idea, then he'd be a lot calmer, and be sure about what he was doing.

At the moment, he wasn't sure at all. Yet he was moving towards the stairs with Hannibal, letting the other man lead him up those stairs into the upper regions of the house.

Into a place where he wasn't at all sure that he wanted to be.