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Title: Like Fire To Ice
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 2, Fire
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 took a deep breath, jamming his hands into his coat pockets. He had driven back to his own house after he'd left Will's, but he felt uneasy, restless. He hadn't been able to make himself go inside and settle down; instead, he was walking the streets.

Such an effect Will Graham had on him.

He hadn't expected that effect to be so strong when he had first made the decision to become involved with the young man. He hadn't known what kind of power Will could wield over him, the power to break down the walls he'd long ago erected around himself.

That ice he'd encased himself in was crumbling, cracking. Like fire to ice, Will was melting those walls at an alarmingly rapid rate.

It was almost frightening to realize that Will had that power. No one else had ever moved him as much as this young man did; he had never desired anyone in the way that he desired Will. Not just as a future victim, but as .... something much, much more.

Did he want to think of himself as Will's lover, and vice versa? That was strange. He had never thought of himself as anyone's lover; even the people he had taken to his bed had always been nothing more than means to an end, a way to satisfy his particular hunger.

But Will .... Will was different. Hannibal sighed, a frown creasing his brow. He might as well start thinking of himself as Will's lover, because that's exactly what he was. He couldn't deny the things they'd done together -- and he wanted to do many, many more.

It wasn't love. It wasn't lust, either. It was something more, something that balanced on a thin wire between those two. He couldn't put a word to it, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to. If he could define how he felt, then part of the exhilaration would be gone.

All he knew was that Will was somehow breaking him down, stirring up emotions that he had never thought he was capable of feeling.

He had intended to break Will. This wasn't going as he'd planned; he knew that he was slowly gaining the young man's trust, slowly turning Will in the direction of his choosing. But something was happening to him as well, something that he hadn't planned on.

Will's incandescent fire was slowly making all that he was crumble to the ground.

Clenching his jaw, Hannibal pushed thoughts of Will aside, purposefully striding towards his house. He knew what would calm him down. He needed to replenish his freezer, and it was past time to take what he required. It was time to give Will a new case to occupy his mind.