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Title: Hungry For More
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "The Flames of Desire."
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.


So, Will thought that he could be taunted by bare skin so teasingly revealed, did he?

Hannibal couldn't hold back a smile. Will was being much more bold than he had thought possible; he hadn't expected something like this, but he had to admit that he was pleased. Will was reaching out for what he wanted, becoming more adventurous.

This was exactly how he wanted to see Will; he wanted the young man to give himself over to his desires, to set himself free and rid himself of his inhibitions.

It wouldn't happen overnight, of course, but this was a very good start. And this would be their first night of discovering each other, only the first time that he would take Will to the stars and back again. There would be so much more to come in their dance of seduction and desire.

He had taken Will before, but that would be as nothing compared to what was to come for them. He had only whetted Will's appetite, only given him a taste of the pleasures that they could experience together. Will had only touched the tip of the iceberg.

He was going to discover so much more about himself and his desires, delve into the darker sides of those desires and find that he enjoyed indulging that darkness.

Will's dark side would be brought out, slowly bur surely -- and he would enjoy every moment of seeing it emerge. Will might fight that darkness at first, but it was there, within him. It couldn't be denied, no matter how much he might try to run from it.

The first lesson in indulging that darkness began now.

Hannibal moved his hands down Will's slim body, letting them rest on his hips. He wanted to do much more, but that could wait, for the moment.

He wanted to make Will want him, to have the boy willing to agree to anything that Hannibal wanted in order to get what he wanted. Will would be more than willing to make a trade -- and Hannibal knew just what he would ask for.

No, not ask. It would be a demand. Will would have to get used to having demands made on his body; they would come with the territory.

Will didn't realize that he was giving up his control, his autonomy. And he wouldn't realize that he had been talked into relinquishing that control until it was far too late to take it back.

"William, are you sure that you are ready for what you're getting into?" he asked, not quite knowing where the words came from, but wanting to make sure that if Will wanted to pull away before it was too late, he would be given the chance to do so.

Will nodded, his blue eyes intense as he gazed at Hannibal. He didn't say a word; Hannibal could read all that he needed to know in the depths of those eyes.

Those amazingly blue eyes, their gaze full of desire and need.

As of now, it was too late for Will to turn back. He had sealed his fate; he had soldered himself intimately to Hannibal, and there would be no escape. Hannibal felt a certain satisfaction in the fact that Will hadn't turned back, that he was forging ahead.

Ah, his Will was a brave boy in so many ways. He had been brave to come here tonight as he had, really, not knowing what might await him.

He had already sampled Will once, and he'd been delighted with what he had discovered. But now, he was hungry for much, much more of what Will had to offer.

He wanted to feast on Will, not only on his body, but on his soul. He wanted to pull Will into him, to make Will his in every possible way. He had already started that process; now, it was time to move things along, to bring Will closer than he had ever been.

And to make sure that he stayed there.

Taking Will's hands, Hannibal led him up the stairs, but instead of moving towards the bedroom, he led Will into the bathroom, switching on the light.

He had thought that this day might come, though it had gotten here much sooner than he'd imagined it might. Still, he was prepared; Will might be disconcerted to know just where his thoughts were leading, but Hannibal was sure that he would capitulate.

After all, he didn't really have much of a choice, did he? Will had come here tonight, offering himself up like the proverbial lamb to the slaughter.

And now that he had offered himself, Hannibal was hungry for more of him. In the sexual sense, at least. He fully intended to satisfy himself in that way before any other.

"Stand here, Will," he said softly, positioning the young man in front of the large mirror that stretched across the wall over the sink. Will's gaze met his own in the mirror, the look in his eyes questioning and somewhat dubious, but he complied.

Excellent. Will was already leaning to obey him, and not to pull away or question his motives. That boded well for their future.

Slowly, deliberately, he raised Will's arms above his head.

He'd made sure to have the silk scarves twined through the book he'd affixed in the ceiling, taking a chance that this would happen sooner rather than later. He'd been right to do so. He hadn't expected this to take place tonight, but it was good to be prepared.

He was already hungry for Will in ways that couldn't be defined. This night was only going to be the first that he would drink his fill from the well of their mutual desire.

it only took him a few moments to firmly secure Will's wrists above his head with those silk scarves, to bind him too tightly to escape. Will wouldn't be able to squirm free; he would only be free when Hannibal decided to loosen those bonds.

Hannibal stepped behind Will, circling the young man's slender waist within his embrace and moving his hands up Will's chest. Their gazes met in the mirror, Will's questioning blue eyes locked with his hungry dark stare, neither of them looking away.

Yes, he was hungry for more. Tonight would only be the start; he would begin Will's journey down this road, guide him along the path he was meant to take.

And soon, Will would be just as hungry for this as he was. He would be willing to subjugate himself, willing to do anything that Hannibal demanded of him. More importantly, he would be willing to let Hannibal do anything he wished to do.

His gaze remained locked with Will's as his hands began their downward trek.