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Title: Fires of Passion
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 02, Fire
Author's Note: Sequel to "In the Highest Regard."
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.

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Will could feel his body tingling all over as he and Hannibal walked down the front steps of the opera house. Soon, they would be back at Hannibal's home -- and they would make love. Only this time, it wouldn't just be love; it would be frenzied, filled with need.

He didn't doubt that Hannibal felt the same desire he did; the two of them were both tightly wound, both more than ready to go home and be alone.

Will didn't care how Hannibal took him; he just wanted to be taken. All that had happened in the opera house had only served to bring his desire to a knife edge; it had only whetted his appetite, rather than quenching it.

He was positive that Hannibal felt just the same.

He needed Hannibal; needed those cool hands on his body, needed to feel Hannibal's bare skin next to his own, needed to feel Hannibal inside him, thrusting into him, taking him, making Will his. He needed it like he needed oxygen to breathe.

Will would have been happy to pull into a side road, park the car somewhere, and give himself to Hannibal in the back seat. It seemed far too long a trip back to the house.

But he would have to wait, and he knew it. Maybe the waiting would only heighten this desire, make it that much more intense.

By the time they got into the house, he knew that he would be begging for Hannibal to take him. He didn't care if the tuxedo he wore was ripped to shreds; it felt too tight, too enclosed. He wanted to be naked under Hannibal, freeing his body and his soul.

He wanted to let the fires of passion rush over him.

He wanted to be consumed by that fire, seared from the inside out. He didn't care how hot those flames might burn; he was more than ready to cast himself into them, to let them burn him to a crisp. He needed that fire, that passion, needed to be scorched by them.

The fire was already spreading through his veins as the two of them got into the car; Will could feel tension tightening his body, making his breath come faster.

Not much longer now, and they would be back at Hannibal's house, behind locked doors, where they could do anything they wished to each other. He couldn't wait to get there; he was counting the seconds until they arrived and those fires of passion could overwhelm him.

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