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Title: From That First Glance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 37, Aphrodisiac
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.


Sherlock looked down at his hands, then over at Will.

For some strange reason, his hands seemed to have a will of their own today. They didn't want to sit quietly in his lap, or do anything that could be considered work.

All they wanted to do was to run themselves through Will's dark curls, to touch his skin, to stroke his body. They wanted to be on Will. They ached to touch him.

He had never felt like this about anyone else; he had never thought that physical touch was something he would actually crave doing. But then, he had never known anyone like Will before, and he had never been involved in any sort of intimate relationship before this one.

He had never regretted that lack of a relationship. It had never meant much to him to make connections with others, and certainly not personal, intimate connections.

But it had been different with Will. The moment he had looked into his love's blue eyes, he had fallen -- and he never wanted to get up again.

Falling in love had come quickly, if a bit late, for him.

He hadn't expected to fall in love when he had met Will. But his emotions had veered crazily onto a path that he would never expected, completely out of control.

He wouldn't change their relationship for any reason, Sherlock told himself. He would never regret falling in love with Will. It was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

His life was no longer lonely -- Will filled those empty spaces, the parts of him that had secretly always yearned for a partner, for someone to be with. He had tried to fill them before with work, but that had never felt quite right, no matter how much he had tried to convince himself that he was content.

Now, he was happier than he had ever been -- and that happiness was all due to the man he loved, to the emotions that the two of them shared.

But this was more than emotional. This was a .... a need.

A compulsion, really, Sherlock mused. His hands felt as though they wanted to go to Will, to touch him, to caress him, to hold him close of their own free will.

Will was an aphrodisiac, he told himself with a smile. One that he found it harder and harder to resist -- and, truth be told, one that he didn't want to resist. He found himself wanting to touch Will all the time -- and even to do more than simply touch him.

He wanted his hands all over Will's naked body. And Will's hands all over his own. He wanted to feel Will's touch, to moan his lover's name aloud, to be overwhelmed by passion.

That thought brought a blush of color to Sherlock's cheeks. Why was he thinking this way? He had never had these kinds of thoughts before, never in his life.

But that was because he had never been in love before, a little voice in the back of his mind told him. He had never had anyone in his life to touch and love until now.

It still amazed him that he had Will in his life, that love had come to him so quickly, in one fell swoop; he had never expected to be so swept away by his emotions.

Will had turned his life upside down and inside out from the moment he had first decided to take on the strange case of why an obviously -- in his eyes, at least -- innocent man was in prison. A man who he was sure couldn't have committed the horrible crimes that he'd been accused of.

He had known from the moment he looked into those impossibly blue eyes that WIll wasn't a killer. And perhaps that had also been the moment he'd fallen head over heels.

Will had been his aphrodisiac from that very first glance.

He was sure that this man would still be his aphrodisiac when they were old and grey. Sherlock couldn't imagine a time when he wouldn't want to be with Will.

How much longer would it be before their relationship would take another giant leap forward, and they would become lovers in the physical sense of the word? He was still a little nervous about that, but he was sure that the next step would come naturally for them.

After all, everything else between them had seemed to fall in line, happening in a natural forward progression. There was no reason to think that becoming lovers wouldn't be the same way.

Neither of them were clueless, and they had already enjoyed some tentative explorations. He had no reason to think that becoming physical lovers wouldn't come easily to them.

But the thought still made him a bit anxious.

Would he be good enough for Will when that time came? Would they both be left disappointed, unsatisfied, because of their shared lack of knowledge?

Sherlock pushed that thought away, determined not to think along those lines. It didn't matter that neither of them was experienced in the physical ways of love.

It didn't matter at all. It wasn't as though they didn't both know what was supposed to happen between two men, after all. And what they didn't know, they would learn together. Neither of them was approaching this on his own; they would find out what each other liked as a couple.

That brought a smile to his face -- and made his hands ache even more to touch his beloved, to hold Will close to him and whisper words of love into his ear.

He couldn't hold back the desire any longer. Sherlock pushed back his chair and moved across the room to where Will was sitting on the couch.

He couldn't stay away from the man who would always be his aphrodisiac.