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Title: Immediate
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 17, Dirty
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.


With anyone else, he would feel dirty. With Hannibal, he only felt .... free.

Will cried out his lover's name as Hannibal pushed into him, locking his legs around the other man's waist as thought that could pull Hannibal even more deeply inside him. All he wanted was for this to go on for as long as possible, to never have to come back to reality.

This was his reality; Hannibal thrusting into him, those hands clutching his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises on his flesh, his body being filled, taken by the man who was his lifeline. He didn't need anything else, not as long as he had this.

Nothing else was this immediate, this real.

Strange how something could feel so dirty and forbidden when he even thought about it happening with another person, but how it felt so right with Hannibal.

He had been made for this man. Hannibal had said that more than once, but most of the time, he didn't believe it. He didn't think that he had been created specifically for one other person; soul mates wasn't a concept that held any water with him.

But with the two of them, it just might be true.

There was something about Hannibal that called to a hidden side within him, something that was uninhibited and wild and wasn't condoned by society. Something that was almost frightening, but that he reached out for with a need that overrode everything else.

And not only that, but Hannibal was a terrific fuck. At least he thought so.

Though it wasn't like he had anything to compare this with.

That knowledge flashed through his mind just as Hannibal spilled into him; his own orgasm washed over him only seconds later, wringing a wordless cry from his lips. Will's body went limp under Hannibal, his limbs trembling in the aftermath of his climax.

He didn't want to speak, didn't want to break the silence that enclosed them. All he could hear was his own heavy breathing mingled with Hannibal's; he didn't want words to break into the cocoon of quiet that always followed their sexual encounters.

But words would come, of course. They were inevitable.

Hannibal slowly pulled out of him, sitting up and reaching for his handkerchief. Without speaking, he wiped away the evidence of Will's climax from his stomach, then reached out to do the same for Will, smiling down at him as he did so.

One smile from Hannibal, and none of this seemed dirty. It only seemed as though he was right where he should be, with the one person who could give him what he so desperately needed.

He smiled back, tentatively, waiting for Hannibal to say something.