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Title: Forbidden Knowledge
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "The Hunger."
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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It didn't seem possible that this was actually happening to him.

He was here, with Hannibal, in the other man's bedroom, standing naked in front of him. Will could hardly believe that circumstance had led him to this.

He almost wanted to try to cover himself with his hands, though he knew that was impossible. Hannibal had already swept that gaze up and down his nude body.

The other man's gaze had been warm and appreciative; Will could tell that he liked what he saw. He had nothing to be ashamed of; he had a good body, and he knew it. He worked out, lifting free weights at home, even though he didn't like to go to a gym.

He'd had to keep in shape to maintain his job with the FBI, after all. Even though he wasn't a cop, he still had to maintain a certain level of physical prowess.

But he'd never put that physical side of himself into a relationship. It was a little daunting to admit to Hannibal that he'd never been with anyone in his entire life.

Not only had he never been with a man, but no woman, either.

Oh, he'd come close before. There had been a few makeout sessions when he was in college, and he had nearly gone all the way with a couple of women.

But he'd never quite made it there. Will hadn't stopped to ask himself just why that was before; he hadn't wanted to admit that he just didn't have any interest in women. Not that he had thought it was wrong, but he hadn't wanted to make himself seem any more different than he already was.

Of course, everyone had made jokes about him being gay anyway, so that little plot hadn't worked. And after a while, he had just give up trying to pretend to be straight.

But he hadn't dated anyone, and he supposed that had been a dead giveaway. Though of course, he hadn't dated any men, either. He had been simply been ..... uninterested.

At least, that was the vibe he'd tried to give out.

Until he had met Hannibal, and all of his carefully tended caution had gone up in flames. He had known from the first time they'd met that he was sexually attracted to this man -- but he had never dreamed that Hannibal could possibly feel the same way about him.

He had been so sure that his attraction wouldn't be returned that he'd tried to hide it, buried it under a guise of friendship. He hadn't wanted it to be obvious.

Though now, Hannibal had knocked down those walls that he'd so carefully built up, razing them to the ground and leaving Will utterly defenseless.

How was that possible? How had Hannibal managed to break through all of his cautionary words, all of those things he'd told himself about not getting involved? How had Hannibal managed to sear through to his very soul, to make him feel as though he wanted to throw caution to the winds?

It didn't matter how he'd done it. All that mattered was that he had.

There was so much knowledge within Hannibal, knowledge that Will had always felt was forbidden to him. And now, he was going to be able to learn all that had been kept from him.

He knew the rudiments of sex, of course. He knew what went where. But the actual physical sensations would be something completely new to him.

Hannibal was going to be his teacher. Hannibal was going to instruct him in the ways of pleasing a man -- and Hannibal would be the first man to pleasure him. The mere thought of what they would do together made Will's cheeks flame, his breath come a little faster.

Hannibal was going to make love to him tonight. He was going to gain some of that forbidden knowledge here and now, in this man's bed.

He was going to be taken, opened, fucked. And he wanted that.

He was going to lose his virginity tonight -- and he was going to enjoy the experience thoroughly. Will intended to let himself go completely, to savor every second.

All of the knowledge that had seemed forbidden for so long was finally going to be his. Tonight would only be the beginning of all that he would learn from this man.

Hannibal would show him all that he needed to know. He would finally be able to let himself go, to set a part of himself free that he felt he'd always had to shove down, to keep inside. With Hannibal, he could let that side of who he was be given free rein at last.

"You are beautiful, Will," Hannibal murmured, reaching out to stroke a hand down Will's cheek. "I have never seen such beauty before. I bow before you."

Will closed his eyes, turning his face into Hannibal's palm and nuzzling him. He just wanted to be touched, wanted to feel those hands all over his body.

He was burning for Hannibal. There was no hesitation, no fear.

This was all he wanted -- to be in bed with Hannibal, to have this man make love to him, to have Hannibal show him all about pleasure.

This would only be his first lesson, he told himself. There would be so much more to come; so many nights of passion that the two of them would share.

All of the knowledge that he had so wanted to have would be his -- and it would come to him from someone who he truly wanted. He wouldn't have to settle for a relationship that wasn't his ideal; he would have the man who his heart, body and soul yearned for.

And Hannibal would have him. He could see the desire for him written on the other man's face, feel it in his touch, hear it in the tone of his voice.

"So are you," he whispered, his throat suddenly tight and dry. "I want you, Hannibal. I want you to show me what you want. I want you to give me everything."

Hannibal only nodded, those dark, fathomless eyes searching Will's face.

"I will do just that, my sweet," he murmured, reaching out for WIll and pulling the younger man against him. The heat of his lips seemed to sear Will's skin from the inside out.

This was all he wanted, all that he could ever want, Will thought, his head spinning as he leaned against that lean body, leaned into the kiss.

His own hands were moving up Hannibal's back to clutch at his shoulders, trying to pull the other man closer against him. He wanted to feel Hannibal's skin against his own, wanted to tumble to the bed in a tangle of limbs, wanted to feel Hannibal thrusting deep inside him.

He would have all that, he thought to himself. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world. After all, this was only their first night -- the first of many to follow.

When the kiss finally broke off, the two of them stood there, staring into teach other's eyes, breathing hard, their desire evident, almost palpable in the air.

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