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Title: Incalescent
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Otherwordly Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: Incalescent - growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze.
Author's Note: Sequel to "Precipice of 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.


Will was sure that he couldn't take any more of this pleasure.

Hannibal was pushing him further, stretching his boundaries, making him feel as though his body was going to burst into flames at any moment.

Will's eyes met his lover's in the mirror again, though he didn't speak. He could see those pale hands moving on his flesh, down his sides, to his hips, then back up again. Oddly, it didn't feel strange at all to look at his own nude body; the awkwardness had disappeared.

He could even appreciate his nudity, try to look at himself in the same way that Hannibal did. He really wasn't a bad-looking man, not at all.

He could see why Hannibal appreciated his body; he kept himself in good shape. He had nicely developed arms, a flat stomach, broad chest, slim waist .... and he didn't do so badly in the endowment department, either. All in all, he could be proud of his body.

Will had no idea of just what Hannibal planned to do, but whatever it was, he knew that he would welcome it with open arms, even encourage it.

Well, he'd open his arms if his hands weren't bound above his head.

Those fingers playing over his skin made him want to squirm, but he didn't. He held himself still, knowing that Hannibal wanted him to.

Until Hannibal leaned forward slightly to whisper into his ear, the other man's breath warm against his skin. "Don't hold yourself back, Will. I want to see you enjoy being touched. I want to see how you feel in your actions. I want you to let everything come out."

Will took a breath, the sound like a sharp hiss in the quiet of the room. If that was what Hannibal wanted, then that was what he would get.

With the next brush of those fingers across his bare skin, Will moaned, squirming and twisting his wrists against their silken bonds. His head fell back, his body jerking slightly as Hannibal's hands moved back up to his chest, fingers circling his already hardened nipples.

What did Hannibal expect from him? He didn't think he could come again; his body was already exhausted from their first encounter. He didn't have another orgasm in him.

But Hannibal seemed to think otherwise.

Hannibal didn't really expect him to come again, did he? Will's blue eyes met Hannibal's in the mirror; he couldn't read anything in those dark, enigmatic depths.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He could read desire there, and something else, something that he couldn't put a name to. It wasn't just desire; it was something more, some undefinable wish that Will suddenly wanted to try his best to fulfill.

Whatever Hannibal wanted of him, he would try to do. He almost felt that he owed it to this man to push himself past his limits, to break down his own boundaries.

Hannibal gave him so much, drew him out of himself, sent him spiraling up to the heavens. This man had unlocked so many of the secrets of his own body, something that Will knew no one else would ever have been able to do for him.

He wanted to please Hannibal in every way that he could; he wanted to give this man whatever he desired. He would try his best to do just that, whatever it was.

No matter how difficult that might be for him to do.

Hannibal's hand moved down again, to cup his balls, making him moan the other man's name. The flames within him rose higher, prickling under his skin.

Will cried out when those long, cool fingers closed around his cock, beginning to stroke him. Was this how his lover intended to draw another orgasm out of his body? He didn't think it was possible, but he also knew that Hannibal wasn't the man to take no for an answer.

The flames were licking at his skin now; he felt himself growing incalescent, heat threatening to consume him from the inside out.

His body was being set ablaze by nothing more than his lover's touch on his bare skin. Will wouldn't have thought that it was possible, but it was happening.

He had never experienced such exquisite pleasure before from a simple touch -- but then, no one had ever touched him in the way that Hannibal did. No one had ever taken him to the heavens and back; no one had ever cared enough about him to want to give him such pleasure.

Hannibal was the only person who had ever wanted to make his body burn with pleasure, to make him moan their name, to give him as much as he could take.

No one else could make him writhe in the flames of passion like Hannibal did.

Will leaned back against Hannibal, his head resting against the other man's shoulder. All he had to do was turn his face to the side, and Hannibal could kiss him.

Hannibal's hand came up to do just that; the two of them gazed at each other for long moments, locked in a world that only the two of them inhabited. Hannibal's hand was still moving slowly up and down the length of Will's cock, its slow, steady rhythm increasing.

Will thought that he would explode if this didn't end soon; it was all becoming too intense, too much for him to take. He was quickly approaching the point of no return.

His body was becoming incalescent, growing hotter by the moment, set ablaze both by Hannibal's touch on his skin and the look in those dark eyes. There was more than desire there, and this time he could put a name to the look. It was .... hunger.

He had never seen such rapacious desire in anyone's gaze before. It was as though Hannibal wanted to take him in completely, to swallow him whole.

And at the moment, Will would let him do anything he desired.

Those dark eyes searched his own, before Hannibal bent his head to capture Will's lips with his, the kiss more intense than any Will had ever felt before.

The intensity of that kiss, combined with the feeling of Hannibal's cook fingers stroking his cock, was too much for Will; it sent him over the edge, tumbling over a precipice, then soaring upwards again, spiraling up until he was sure that he could touch the heavens.

He was melting in the sun, flying into the very core of that blaze; his body was incalescent, a living Roman candle, part of the fireworks exploding all around him.

He had never felt such sensations before, not even when Hannibal had been inside him. Maybe it was only because his first orgasm of the night had been so intense that this second one felt even more so; he cried out, his wrists twisting in their bonds, unable to hold his body still.

Will writhed in the incandescent heat of his climax, his mouth locked with Hannibal's, just as joined as if their bodies had become one yet again.

Hannibal's hands were on his hips now, resting on his bare skin.

It seemed to take a long time for him to come down from the heights that Hannibal had taken him to; Will didn't know if it was only moments, or hours.

Finally, Hannibal reached up to untie the silken scarf that bound his wrists; will let his eyes close, knowing that their intimacy was over for the night. Surely Hannibal would tell him to take a shower, to get cleaned up, and to go to sleep.

But the other man did nothing of the kind; instead, he swept Will up into his arms, heading for the bedroom. Will opened his eyes, looking up at Hannibal, winding his arms around his lover's neck.

"Don't you want me to take a shower?" he asked, his voice sleepy and a little disoriented. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so tired; only moments ago, his body had been bursting with sensation, alive to every touch, and now his limbs felt weighted, as though he couldn't move.

Hannibal shook his head, a smile curving his lips. "No, my lovely one. I prefer you fragrant with what we've done tonight. And I want you in my bed."

Will nodded, unable to argue with Hannibal's words.

Right now, he just wanted to curl up in Hannibal's arms, feeling safe and protected, and abandon himself to slumber, knowing that he would sleep deeply.

At the moment, he felt as though he could sleep for hours; the incredible release that Hannibal had given him, not just once, just twice, had exhausted him, but in the best way possible. Will closed his eyes as his lover carried him to the bedroom, a smile on his lips.

Tomorrow morning, he would wake up in Hannibal's bed, in his arms. This was where he wanted to be every night, for the rest of his life.

Wolf Trap seemed very far away, as did the rest of the world. Tonight, there was only the two of them, and Will didn't want o let the world intrude. Tomorrow was soon enough for the problems of his life to be allowed to come crowding into his mind.

When Hannibal laid him down on the bed and slid under the covers beside him, he instinctively turned to his lover, Hannibal's name a whispered breath of sound.

He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.