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Title: As I Need You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 20 in 20 Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: 16, Kissing
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 closed his eyes, parting his lips further to let Hannibal's tongue slide between them, into his mouth. The kiss was becoming more intimate, more passionate.

More possessive.

There was a part of him that wanted to pull back, that wanted to protest, a part of him that felt wary about letting anyone, even Hannibal, be this close to him. But yet another part of him wanted Hannibal even closer, as close as he could get.

That part of him wanted Hannibal inside him, taking him, joining their bodies as one. He hadn't forgotten how it felt, how that joining lifted him to the skies.

He belonged to this man, utterly and completely.

Hannibal's kiss grew more demanding; his arms around Will's waist moved lower, those hands gripping his hips, pulling his lower body closer against Hannibal's. Will didn't squirm away, but he was beginning to feel decidedly uncomfortable.

He knew that Hannibal wouldn't rush him into sex; if he told his lover to stop, then Hannibal would stop. He wasn't ready for this, not yet.

But yet, his body craved more; he needed to be held, to be touched, to be taken. To be owned, to be possessed. He need to have the touch of the man who had kidnapped and raped him washed away, to be obliterated from his consciousness.

That wasn't going to happen, and he knew it.

The memory of what had been done to him would always remain. It would never completely go away; he knew that it was ridiculous to hope that he could simply push it to the back of his mind and forget about it. The memory would always be there.

He tried to relax, but he couldn't. His body stiffened, pulling away from Hannibal. The other man sat up slowly, his hold on Will loosening; he looked down at the younger man with a concerned expression, his brows drawing together in a frown.

"Did I hurt you, Will?" he asked, his voice soft. "If I did, then I am sorry. I had thought to ease you into being more intimate slowly, but it's hard to hold back."

"I understand," Will whispered, swallowing hard. "I-I want us to get back to where we were before all of this happened, Hannibal. I really do. It's not that I don't want you, I just ...." His voice trailed off, and he spread his hands out to his sides helplessly.

Hannibal nodded, reaching out to smooth Will's hair back from his face.

"I understand as well," he murmured, his gaze not leaving Will's face. "I know that this is difficult for you. If I could make it all go away, then I would do so."

Will wished that could happen more than anything else in the world. But of course, it couldn't. He had to learn to live with what had happened to him, pick himself up, dust himself off, and keep going. He couldn't let one horrific experience rule his life.

He wanted Hannibal to keep kissing him. Kissing would eventually lead to more -- but for the moment, it was a good place to start.

Those kisses were his lifeline. They let him know that he was still wanted.

"Don't stop kissing me," he said softly, holding out his arms to Hannibal. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, lying here on his back and waiting for Hannibal to either get up and walk away, or wrap those strong arms around him again. "Hannibal, I need you."

Hannibal nodded, sliding his arms around Will again and pulling him close -- though he was careful to keep their lower bodies from touching. "As I need you, my sweet William."

Really? Did Hannibal need him? He was surprised to hear that word coming from his lover; he hadn't thought that Hannibal actually needed anyone.

But maybe this man had his own vulnerabilities.

Will closed his eyes as Hannibal's lips met his again; this was where he had to start, at the beginning. He had to let himself relax and learn to trust again, to build up a path that would take him back to the intimate relationship he and Hannibal had shared.

He didn't want to lose that. If he did, then he would be alone again -- and he didn't want to go back to living that lonely, empty life.

This kiss would be the beginning of their new life together.

Will let himself sink into that kiss, giving himself over to it. Yes, kissing would be a start to bringing them back to where they needed to be. And he intended to enjoy every kiss to the fullest.