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Title: Hunger of the Soul
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 11, Hunger
Author's Note: Sequel to "Giving Pleasure."
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.


Hannibal had never felt this kind of hunger before.

It wasn't a hunger for food, or simply for sex. It was a hunger to submerge himself within another person, to lose himself in that pleasure. Will Graham was the only one who had ever been able to make him feel this way, the only one he had ever wanted so badly.

Yet this wasn't simple desire; it went far beyond that. It wasn't a hunger of the flesh; no, indeed, this was a hunger of the soul.

The more he got of Will, the more he wanted. It was greedy of him, yes, but he couldn't hold back. He wouldn't be able to stop until they were both satiated; he needed Will desperately, needed to join their bodies, to make two become one.

That need was absolute and all-consuming.

Hannibal lowered his mouth to Will's chest, nipping at one small nipple, making the young man squirm and moan under him. Ah, yes, that was the reaction he wanted. He would make Will writhe and cry out his name many times before this night ended.

Will's body arched up off the couch, silently begging for more of what Hannibal was doing. And he was only too glad to give Will just what he wanted.

Oh, yes, he would give Will all that he wanted and needed -- and in the process, he would make Will his. He would forge an unbreakable bond between them.

Will would be bound to him, not just by need, but by hunger. Hannibal would make sure that Will felt the same hunger that he did, both desire and that undefinable something that drew them to each other, refusing to let them part.

He couldn't put a name to that hunger. It was enough that it existed.

Will was trembling beneath him, those blue eyes wide and pleading. This wasn't the place to take Will; this was only for the preliminaries, the place where Will's desire would be brought to the boiling point. It might already be teetering on that precipice.

He intended to take Will's virginity tonight; he was positive that he would do so. But he would take his time about it, and bring Will to a fever pitch of desire first.

Getting up from the couch, he held out his hand to the young man, helping Will get to his feet before pulling him into an embrace. He knew that Will's legs would be weak, that it would be hard for him to walk up the stairs of his own volition.

The hunger flared again, surging through him. He could hardly wait to get upstairs.