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Title: If This Is Falling
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 27, Lips
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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 needed no other prompting then the sight of Will leaning towards him, obviously expecting to be kissed. This was what he had been dreaming about -- to have Will actually asking for such intimate contact, giving himself over to it.

He leaned closer to the young man, reaching out to pull Will into his arms. When their lips met, it was as though a shower of stars exploded between them.

During that brief kiss in front of his house after their first date, he had thought that Will had the softest lips he'd ever kissed, but now he was sure of it. He wanted to feast on Will's mouth, to kiss him senseless. He wanted to keep Will in his arms for all eternity.

And it seemed that Will might just feel the same way.

Those lips were just as soft and sweet as he remembered them being. All he wanted to do was drink in the taste of those lips, to kiss Will breathless, senseless -- to keep kissing him until they had both had their fill and were forced to break apart.

But that would take some time. He was nowhere near done with Will yet; this had only just begun, and he meant to see it through until the end.

Tipping Will's face upwards, Hannibal deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry into Will's mouth. He rejoiced inwardly when the young man slowly parted his lips; he was breaking down Will's barriers, one by one, much more quickly than he'd anticipated.

Cautiously, he allowed himself to imagine falling asleep with Will clasped in his arms, held close against his heart -- and awakening in the morning with Will still in his arms, seeing those beautiful blue eyes open to greet a new day.

The image was so poignant that it almost made him want to cry.

But how could he cry, when he had all that he'd ever dreamed of right here in his arms? Will was kissing him; Will wanted to kiss him. Will had actually initiated the kiss, which was more than Hannibal could ever have hoped for.

He felt as though he was drinking from a fountain of sweetness, one that he hoped would never run dry. He could sit here and kiss Will forever; those lips were so soft and inviting, so sweet, so intoxicating. Kissing anyone else could never feel this good.

Eventually, they had to come up for air; when they did, Hannibal almost wanted to gasp, but kept himself from doing so. Instead, he pulled Will into his arms, and was gratified when the young man rested his forehead against his shoulder, relaxing in his embrace.

He really hadn't expected that. He had thought that Will would be more tense, but here he was, nearly burrowing into his arms.

Had Will wanted him all along, and he simply hadn't realized that fact?

"It's about time you kissed me like that," Will murmured, finally raising his head to gaze into Hannibal's eyes. "I've wanted you to kiss me since the first time we met."

"You have?" Hannibal could think of nothing else to say; Will's words surprised him, but at the same time, they made his heart sing. So he hadn't been wrong. Will did want him -- and somehow, he had failed to read those signals correctly.

Will nodded, a small smile curving his full lips. "Yeah, ever since the first time I saw you, actually," he said, his voice very soft. "I just didn't think somebody like you could want me. You could have anybody you wanted, Hannibal. Why me?"

"Why you?" Hannibal pulled back slightly, moving the soft pad of his thumb across Will's lower lip. "That should be easy to see whenever you look in the mirror, Will. You are beautiful. Inside as well as out. You are what I've always wanted to be."

Will shook his head, disbelieving.

"I'm nothing special," he murmured, looking down as though he was unable to meet Hannibal's gaze. "You could do so much better than me."

But at those words, Hannibal shook his head firmly. "There is no one better for me than you, Will. I have found the person I want, and I don't intend to stop pursuing you until I have a definitive answer about whether or not you want to be with me."

This time, when Will's gaze met his own, those blue eyes were wide with surprise. "I thought I already gave you that answer," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I do want to be with you, Hannibal. How could I not? You've owned me since the day we met."

Hannibal couldn't help but smile at those words.

"And you have owned my heart from that first day," he whispered, tilting Will's face up to his again. "I think I'm falling for you, Will Graham. And I have no intention of getting up again. If this is falling, then I am more than happy to do it for the rest of my life."

Hannibal closed his eyes and leaned forward to place his lips on Will's again; this time, the kiss was even sweeter than before, more warm, more passionate.

Oh yes, if this was falling, then he never wanted to find his feet again. Nothing had ever felt this perfect, this right. And it was only the beginning, Hannibal reminded himself as their kiss intensified. Only the first of an untold number of times he would taste the lips of the man he loved.