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Title: Put This Fire Out
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 5, Burn
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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.


His body was burning.

Will was sure that he would burst into flames, that he would burn to a crisp from the inside out. He had never felt this way, not even when he had been naked on the couch with Hannibal's hands all over him. Nothing had ever felt this intense.

He'd never needed Hannibal as much as he did now. He was sure that this was going to be the night that they broken down the final barrier between them.

He was ready for that barrier to come down. He was more than ready. And he was sure that Hannibal was, as well. they both wanted and needed each other, and they were both well past the age of consent. There was no reason for them to hold back any longer.

Will couldn't hold back. No more waiting.

He wanted Hannibal with an intensity that took his breath away -- and he was sure that his lover felt the same. It was time to throw caution to the winds.

Hannibal was pushing him down onto the bed, removing his shirt with deft, nimble fingers. Hannibal already had his shirt off -- how had he done that when they had been walking down the hallway to the bedroom? -- and he looked more than ready to go further.

When he'd come here tonight, Will hadn't planned this. But it was what he wanted, what he needed, and he was going to leave here tomorrow a changed man.

It was time to cross that last barrier, to take that final leap. He wanted to spend the night in Hannibal's arms, to know what it was like to feel the man he loved deep inside him, their bodies joined, united as one in the ultimate act of love.

His body was burning, yearning, pulsing with need. If Hannibal didn't take him tonight, he was sure that he would explode from waiting and wanting.

He couldn't wait any longer. Surely Hannibal wouldn't make him do so.

Will's breath caught in his throat as Hannibal began to unbutton his pants, lifting his hips so the other man could pull them down his long, slender legs and off. He lay there, naked, feeling the burn in the pit of his stomach sweep over his entire body.

His gaze locked with Hannibal's; the older man was regarding him with a slight smile on his lips, the look of love shining in his dark eyes.

"Do not be afraid, Will," he said, his voice very soft. "Nothing will happen between us tonight that you don't want, I swear it. Bit I .... I can't wait for you any longer."

"I can't wait, either," Will said softly, holding out his arms to Hannibal. "I love you. And I want you. I've wanted you ever since the first time we kissed. Please, Hannibal, let's cross that last line tonight. I feel like I'm burning. I need you to take me and put this fire out."

Hannibal nodded, leaning down to press his lips against Will's.

The touch of those lips only made his body burn more; he wanted Hannibal with a lust that he hadn't known he was capable of feeling.

No, this wasn't merely lust. This was the heat of love, a heat that seemed to pool deep within him, a heat that he knew would burn him from the inside out, char him to cinders. But he would rise from those ashes like the proverbial phoenix, back into a new life.

A life that he would share with the man he loved. A life that he couldn't wait to being living, a life as a new person, a man reborn.

Hannibal would give him that new life tonight with his love. The two of them would fly to the heavens, touch the stars, and come back down to earth with a new understanding of themselves and their relationship. They would both be forever changed.

Will welcomed that change. He was ready for it, ready to embrace it with all of his heart and soul, just as he would embrace the man he loved.

The burning intensified, feeling as though it was taking him over.

Will wanted to cry out, but not in pain. He wanted to cry out in triumph, in victory, with the heady pleasure of knowing that he would soon be transformed. Tonight was their night, the night that the fire burning within him would finally be quenched.

Only Hannibal could put this fire out. Only the man he loved could ease the burning within his heart and his body, the need for them to become one.

Those strong, sure hands moved down his body, making the burn intensify until Will was sure that he would spontaneously combust and burst into flames. He moaned Hannibal's name, an incoherent sound, the other man's name resonating in his own mind.

He needed Hannibal to put this fire out.