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Title: One Step Further
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
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.


Will awoke with a start, raising his head from the pillow and blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Where was he? What was he doing here? Why wasn't he at home in his own bed, with the dogs whining to go out and to be fed? What was he dong in a strange bed?

Then memory came back to him. He'd spent the night at Hannibal's house because he'd been worried after that note he'd gotten from his stalker.

Hannibal had taken him in the shower, and then again in this bed. Then he'd insisted that Will needed to get his rest, and that he had other things to do. He had no idea where Hannibal had slept, but there must be at least half a dozen bedrooms in this house.

It just sucked that Hannibal hadn't slept here, with him.

He'd had some really odd dreams last night; maybe that had been because of the unfamiliar bed, but he didn't think so. He was almost positive that the intimacy he and Hannibal had shared before he'd fallen asleep had led to those dreams.

Those very erotic dreams. Those dreams that would bring a burning blush to his cheeks if he had to talk about them with Hannibal. Which was stupid, Will chided himself. Hannibal was his lover; he shouldn't feel at all embarrassed to discuss erotic dreams with this man.

He didn't have anything to hide from Hannibal. The other man knew everything there was to know about his body; Hannibal had touched him intimately, kissed him, been inside him. There were things that Hannibal hadn't done to him, true, but Will knew they were coming.

Just that thought was enough to make him harden; he squirmed uncomfortably, moving his hand between his legs. Hannibal could come into the room at any moment; the last thing he wanted was for his lover to catch him masturbating.

Or was it? Will's gaze flew to the painting, exhibited so proudly.

Hannibal might not have seen him touch himself, but he seemed to know just how Will would do it. It would be exciting to let Hannibal watch him, to see those eyes narrow as they studied his body, watched him pleasure himself so that Hannibal could duplicate that pleasure ....

No, not duplicate it. Hannibal would take that pleasure and make it better. He would manage to take Will's erotic dreams one step further, to make them a reality.

Will sat up in bed, his heart pounding. Suddenly, all he wanted was to see Hannibal; he was sure that his lover had plans for the two of them this morning, and he couldn't wait to find out what they were. Whatever those plans happened to be, he would join in with them wholeheartedly.