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Title: Happy
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Quotables, Part 2, tv_universe
Prompt: "I just want to be happy."
Author's Note: Sequel to "Show Don't Tell."
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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Will looked up at Hannibal as the other man eased him down onto the bed. His blue eyes were side, his body trembling slightly, his lips parted on a question.

But he swallowed the words, not wanting to say anything. He wasn't sure if he was eager for what he knew was going to happen, or if he feared it.

Of course he didn't fear Hannibal making love to him. That was ridiculous.

But even though the sharp words echoed through his mind, he didn't quite believe them. He was afraid of this, afraid that it would hurt again.

All right, so it hadn't been awful. There had been a wonder about their first time together, and it was something that he wanted to experience again. But he could do without the pain that he'd felt; that hadn't been a pleasant part of it. But didn't it only hurt the first time?

He could ask Hannibal about that, of course, but he didn't want his lover to know that he'd hurt him. It seemed .... well, ungrateful, somehow, to let him know that it hadn't been entirely pleasurable.

How would that make Hannibal feel? He didn't want to find out.

No, he wasn't afraid of this man, but he didn't want to hurt Hannibal's feelings. Will was sure that the lovemaking would become more pleasurable for him as time went on.

Though he wasn't entirely sure that Hannibal intended for this to be a long-term relationship. Maybe he'd only thought it would be a fling, and there wouldn't be many more times.

He kept back all the questions he had as Hannibal's nimble fingers moved down his shirt, undressing him quickly. He drew in a breath as the other man unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them off, leaving him lying there naked and staring up at his lover.

It didn't take Hannibal long to remove his own clothes; he was obviously more than ready for what Will knew was going to happen, and eager for that to transpire.

Will wasn't sure that he himself was so ready, but he wanted to experience Hannibal making love to him again, to see if it would be better this time around.

He hoped that it would be a lot better, that he would love it this time.

Not that he hadn't enjoyed some aspects of it the first time, he thought as he watched Hannibal undress. He'd loved it in some ways. It had just hurt more than he'd thought it would.

But this time, he was going to be more of a participant, he told himself firmly, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Hannibal reach into the desk drawer for the bottle of lubricant. This time, he was going to make sure that he took his own pleasure, just as Hannibal took his.

When the other man lay down beside him and pulled Will into his arms, the younger man couldn't help but bury his face against Hannibal's shoulder, words coming before he could hold them back.

"I just want to be happy," Will murmured, unable to stop himself from speaking. "I want to be happy, and I want to be with you. I want us to be together."

"We are together, Will," Hannibal said softly, pausing and looking down at him. "We are together now, and it is my intention that we stay together for a very long time. If you are worried about being used and thrown away, you can rest assured that it isn't going to happen."

Will's blue eyes widened in astonishment; how had Hannibal known exactly what he feared most? It was as though this man could read his mind.

Then all his thoughts were swept away, overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure.

Hannibal's fingers were inside him, stretching him, preparing him,and all he could feel was the pleasure of those long, lean digits manipulating his body.

His hips arched up, his arms wound around Hannibal's neck, and he could hear himself begging Hannibal to take him, take him now, please, that he needed this.

He cried out once when Hannibal entered him, a long, keening wail, but it was a cry of pleasure, not pain. Will wrapped his long legs around Hannibal's waist as the other man thrust into him, his hips rocking with the slow, steady rhythm that the two of them found together.

This was so different from the first time, he thought, his mind dazed with pleasure. There was no pain. There was only this sense of .... fullness, of fulfillment.

He clutched at Hannibal's shoulders as his orgasm loomed nearer, crying out once more when he found his release, and felt Hannibal's climax in tandem with his own.

Afterwards, he lay spent and sated in his lover's arms.

"Are you happy, Will?" Hannibal asked, his voice very quiet. "I want to make you happy. Every day of our lives, that will be my first and most important goal."

Was he happy? Yes, Will realized. He was happier than he had ever been, lying here in his lover's arms, feeling more physically satisfied than he'd ever been in his life. He felt as though he had leapt an abyss, landing on the other side safely, leaving his troubles far behind him.

"Yes," he answered, his own voice barely a whisper. "I'm happy, Hannibal. Happier than I ever thought I could be. And I want us to stay this way for the rest of our lives."

Was that even possible? he asked himself. Could they stay this happy?

He didn't know if they could or not, but he knew that he was going to try to hold on this happiness. Now that he'd found it, he wasn't going to let it go easily.

"I am happy, too," Hannibal whispered, tilting Will's face up to his for a soft, gentle kiss. And as he closed his eyes and let himself melt into that kiss, Will hoped that their happiness would be a lasting one.

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