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Title: The Flames of Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Quotables Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: "To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves." -- Frederico Garcia Lorca
Author's Note: Sequel to "Alone in the Cold."
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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He was burning.

The desire for Hannibal was burning him from the inside out. He couldn't wait any longer to be with the man he loved, Will told himself as he let his car idle at a red light, impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to change.

He had kept quiet about that desire for far too long. Now that Hannibal knew how he felt, it was time for things to change. It was time for him to go after what he wanted.

Hannibal seemed to like teasing him, making him wait. Well, he wasn't going to wait any longer. He wanted to be in Hannibal's bed -- not at some unspecified future date, but now, tonight. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Even if Hannibal wouldn't let him in, he would stay at the house. He'd sleep in his car if he had to, and knock on the door first thing in the morning.

All right, so it seemed desperate. But he felt desperate. He had ever since the night -- was it only a few days ago? -- when he had asked Hannibal not to make him wait too long. Three days, and he was already burning with an insatiable desire.

Three days felt like a lifetime.

Three days without Hannibal's touch, and he felt as though something inside him was dying. If Hannibal didn't touch him, he would break down completely.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea in the world to go to Hannibal's house in the middle of the night, but he hadn't been able to stop himself. He'd kept telling himself that he shouldn't be doing this even as he was getting dressed and going out to the car.

He'd kept saying it to himself all the way from Wolf Trap into Baltimore. But he hadn't been able to force himself to turn back.

He needed Hannibal, needed to be with him. Even if someone had held a gun to his head and demanded that he turn around and go back home, he wouldn't have been able to do it. He was too far gone, too consumed by desire.

He'd kept quiet about that desire for a long time, held it back until the burning within him was almost painful. Now that he'd let it out into the open, it wouldn't be silenced.

That desire just kept growing, getting stronger by the minute.

Will felt as though he was going to jump out of his skin. He burned for Hannibal's touch, for his kiss. Burning was the only way to describe this feeling; it was as though he was melting from the inside out, being scorched by an invisible heat.

He didn't want it to stop, not until he could get to Hannibal. If it did, then he might lose his nerve and turn back. And if he did that, then he was giving in to his own fears.

There was nothing for him to fear. Not from Hannibal. True, his lover might be a little upset to have Will turn up at his front door in the middle of the night, but something told Will that he would be more surprised than angry. And that he might consider it a pleasant surprise.

He hoped that Hannibal would consider it pleasant; if he didn't, then their relationship might take a turn for the worse. But Will didn't think that Hannibal would turn him away, not when he had driven this far just to be with the man he loved.

He doubted that anyone had ever done something like this before; Hannibal was too intimidating for that. But he had taken the situation into his own hands.

The light finally turned green, and Will continued on his way, his heart rate ratcheting up a bit the closer he got to Hannibal's house. He was almost there now; only a few more blocks, and he would be parking in front of the house and going up the front steps.

He turned the last corner, then pulled into a parking space.

He was here. There was no reason to sit out here in the car; he needed to get out, go up those steps, and ring the doorbell, then wait for Hannibal to appear.

There was no reason to hold back, Will told himself firmly as he got out of the car. No reason to be nervous. If Hannibal was annoyed with him, then that annoyance would quickly drop away once he realized why Will was here. At least, he hoped so.

Will took a deep breath, getting out of the car and locking it, then making his way up the front steps to the door. He hesitated for a moment, then rang the doorbell.

He rang it again when he didn't hear any footsteps after a few moments, then cursed himself for doing so. Of course it would take Hannibal a few minutes to get up, put on a robe, and come to the door. He wasn't going to show up at the front door immediately.

Then the door was opening, and Hannibal stood there in front of him, brows raised. "Will? What are you doing here? Is anything wrong?"

Will shook his head, a smile spreading across his features.

"I had to see you," he whispered, his gaze fixed on Hannibal's face. "I had to be with you. I couldn't wait another night, Hannibal. I felt like I was going crazy without you. I punished myself for a long time by keeping quiet about how much I want you. I won't keep quiet any longer."

With those words, he opened the coat he was wearing - to show Hannibal that there was nothing but bare skin underneath the covering.

He could see desire in Hannibal's eyes; he didn't doubt the rush of warmth that ran over his body as the other man's hungry gaze took in his nudity. He stood there, waiting for Hannibal to make the next move; he knew that it would be swift and decisive.

And indeed it was. Hannibal took his hand, pulling him into the house, and with one quick movement, he slammed the door shut and pushed Will against the wall.

Within seconds, the coat was slipped from his slender shoulders to pool around his feet on the floor, and Hannibal's hands were moving down his body, stroking and caressing his skin, stoking the flames of desire within him until they burned higher and hotter than ever.

He was burning.

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