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Title: No Longer Just Friends
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 2, Wallpaper
Author's Note: Sequel to "His Own Free Will."
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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Before he'd made the first move, he would never have thought that Hannibal noticed him.

Oh, he knew that Hannibal valued him as a friend, and that he was noticed in some ways. As a patient, as someone who Hannibal enjoyed talking to and spending time with.

But as a lover? Never, Will thought to himself, daring to take a glance at the man who sat across from him, patiently waiting for him to speak.

He'd never have believed that Hannibal would see him in that way. As a friend, yes, but more than that had seemed to be impossible. Will would have thought that aside from their sessions, and their seeming friendship, Hannibal thought of him as being innocuous wallpaper in his life.

Yet Hannibal had been more than willing to take him to bed. The other man hadn't been slavering with lust, but he had been a somewhat ardent lover.

So, where did they go from here? Will thought, biting his lip. It seemed like they were back to square one, with the man he desperately wanted looking at him as nothing more than wallpaper.

Did Hannibal think that they had to be impersonal during these sessions?

Now that they'd crossed that line, Will found it impossible to keep being impersonal. He didn't see Hannibal in the same way any more. They were more than friends, more than doctor and patient.

Things had gone way too far between them for him to be able to turn back the clock. He was amazed that Hannibal seemingly could do do it so easily.

How could he sit there, looking at Will as though nothing had ever happened between them? Every time he looked at Hannibal, he wanted them to be back in bed, for there to be no barriers of fabric between them, for them to be joined skin to skin, body to body.

Did Hannibal feel the same way when he looked at him? Will wondered. Or did the other man just see him as a nonentity, as bland as the wallpaper on the walls around them?

He wanted to believe that Hannibal found him as sexy and exciting as he found the other man, but he didn't think that was possible, given the dispassionate way that his lover was regarding him now.

Maybe Hannibal felt that he had to keep everything on a professional level when they were like this, having a session and focused on things that didn't involve their personal relationship. Was that it? Was it so easy for Hannibal to put aside all that they discovered about each other?

Well, it wasn't easy for him, Will thought, feeling a little aggravated. He wanted Hannibal to at least give him some sort of acknowledgement that their relationship had radically changed.

Because it had, dammit. They were no longer just friends, no longer just a psychiatrist with his patient. They were lovers now. They knew each other intimately.

And they would grow to know each other in even more intimate ways.

He wanted that intimacy to continue tonight. He wanted Hannibal to say that the session wasn't important, and take him upstairs to bed.

That wasn't going to happen. Will was sure that Hannibal wouldn't break the rhythm that they were used to; if they were going to be intimate, it wouldn't happen tonight.

They would more than likely talk, and Hannibal would try to probe into the deep, dark recesses of Will's mind, just as he had always done since their first session. And he would go home feeling unsatisfied, not having had what he wanted, what he needed, what he craved.

No, that wasn't going to happen, Will told himself. He wasn't going to feel like nothing more than drab wallpaper; he was going to get his way, just as he had the night that he'd made the first move.

Getting up from his chair without a word, he walked the few steps to where Hannibal was sitting, placing his hands on the chair arms and bending forward.

Still not speaking, he closed his eyes and brushed a kiss over his lover's lips.

Will didn't know what he had expected Hannibal to do, but the other man's reaction was instantaneous. In a flash, he was standing, pulling Will close against his body and kissing him back.

Oh, he definitely wasn't feeling like bland wallpaper now, Will told himself as he wrapped his arms around Hannibal's neck. And something told him that he never would again.

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