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Title: Irresistible Temptation
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Holiday Non-Bingo, tv_universe
Prompt: 11, Hair
Author's Note: Sequel to "Mancrush."
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 raised his head when he heard Will coming down the stairs, a smile on his face.

"In here, Will," he called, knowing that he didn't need the words, but deciding to say them anyway. He was sure that Will's sense of smell would lead him into the kitchen.

He was cooking breakfast; bacon, eggs, and pancakes, though he had decided not to use any of his own "special" ingredients in the food. Not today.

He expertly flipped one pancake, then turned around to see Will walk into the kitchen. His dark eyes warmed as he took in the sight of the young man, obviously still somewhat sleepy, wearing the rumpled clothes that he'd come to the house in last night.

Somehow, even rumpled and having just woken up, Will managed to look utterly beautiful. Hannibal wanted to stand there and drink in the sight of him forever.

But he had to get back to the food, or it would be burned. He turned around again, putting the now-finished pancake on a stack with several others.

If he kept watching Will, he knew that his desire would begin to show in his gaze.

"Help yourself to coffee, Will," he said, indicating the coffeepot with a wave of his hand. He had already set out the milk and sugar, along with two large mugs.

"Don't mind if I do," Will said, his voice sounding slightly scratchy and hoarse from sleep. Hannibal could hear him move to the counter and pour his coffee, then the sound of a spoon hitting the ceramic mug as he stirred milk and sugar into it. He continued to make pancakes, a smile on his lips.

It only took him a few moments to finish with what he was doing; when he did, he turned around to place the plate with the large stack of pancakes in the center of the table.

Quickly, he picked up the plate that contained the bacon, sliding some of it onto Will's plate, and then served him eggs from the large bowl they were in.

As he looked up, his gaze meeting Will's, Hannibal suddenly felt the urge to put down the bowl of eggs and run his fingers through those tousled dark curls. Strange; he'd never found anyone's hair so attractive before. He'd never wanted to touch anyone's hair in the way that he wanted to touch Will's.

Though if he was honest with himself, he found everything about Will attractive. Still, his hair was, at least at this moment in time, a nearly irresistible temptation.

Hannibal contented himself with reaching out and smoothing back an errant curl from where it had fallen over Will's forehead, smiling as he did so.

"I probably need a haircut," Will said, blushing as he pushed his hair back with one hand.

Hannibal shook his head, wanting to do away with that idea. "No, you don't," he said firmly, serving himself from the bacon and eggs, then sitting down. "Your hair is lovely as it is."

Will raised a hand to his hair, looking self-conscious. "Nobody's ever told me that before," he said, his voice very soft. "Usually they just laugh about how curly it is."

"I think your hair is beautiful," Hannibal said, his voice equally soft. "It suits you well. I wouldn't change it, Will. It is .... somehow uniquely you." He meant every word he was saying; he did indeed think that Will's hair was quite lovely, and that it suited him perfectly.

"Then I won't cut it," Will murmured, his gaze on Hannibal's. "It's nice to know that somebody likes it." He looked away then, reaching for the plate with the stack of pancakes.

Hannibal couldn't hold back a smile of satisfaction. There. The seeds were planted now; Will had to realize that there was an interest coming from his direction.

If he didn't, then he was being deliberately blind to what was right there in front of him.

Hannibal watched as Will poured syrup over his pancakes, then took a bite. He had to resist the urge to once again reach out and touch the younger man's hair.

Soon, very soon, if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to hold back that urge any longer, he told himself with an inward smile as he began to eat his own breakfast and plan ahead for the day.