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Title: Intricate Dance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 12, Dance
Author's Note: Sequel to "Followed."
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 was still playing those mind games with him.

Will sighed softly, leaning back and closing his eyes. This was nothing more than another game they were playing, an intricate dance that Hannibal was leading in.

It was a dance that was turning in dizzying circles, one that was hard for Will to follow. But he was doing his best, and he was sure that he'd be more prepared to take the lead when he and Hannibal finally met face to face again, as he was sure they would.

He didn't doubt that Hannibal intended for them to have another confrontation. There was too much unfinished business between them for it not to happen.

Will had to wonder if he haunted Hannibal, just as the other man haunted him.

Did Hannibal stay awake at night thinking of him, of that last bloody meeting between the two of them? Did he have any remorse at all for what he'd done?

No, Will doubted very much that he did. He would expect Will to be the remorseful one, for his supposed "betrayal" of Hannibal. Though Will couldn't see what he'd done as a betrayal at all -- he saw it as capturing a dangerous criminal.

Still, it was obvious that Hannibal would never view what he'd done in that light. In Hannibal's eyes, a friend had turned on him, and he had exacted retribution.

In a way, maybe he couldn't blame Hannibal for feeling that way. He had opened himself to Will -- and he had been tricked into doing so.

But it had been something he'd had to do, Will told himself. His conscience wouldn't have allowed anything else, and Hannibal had to realize that. He knew that Will would have turned him in if he had confessed, so perhaps he'd known all along just what Will was doing.

If he had, then the plan definitely hadn't gone as it was supposed to, Will thought, wincing as a pain shot through his side. Nothing had gone as he'd thought it would.

The intricate dance steps had been too much for him, and he had stumbled.

Or was it Hannibal who had stumbled in the dance, and then realized his mistake and tried to rectify it? he thought, his blue eyes narrowing.

He didn't know which had been the case, but whatever had caused that last confrontation, he knew that he now had a bitter enemy, whereas at one time, he'd been deluded enough to think that he had a friend. That would never happen again, not with anyone, he vowed.

Nobody would lead him in that kind of a dance again. And once the situation with Hannibal was over and done with, he would close the door on this intricate dance for good.

He just wanted it all to be resolved, preferably soon.