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Title: Is This A Dream
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Sequel to "Hunger of the Soul."
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.


Was this a dream? It felt like a dream.

Hannibal was actually taking him upstairs. Hannibal was going to make love to him. They were going to be together, finally, after what felt like a lifetime of wanting. Actually, it had only been weeks, but those weeks had been interminably long.

What they had already done on the couch was only a prelude. Will knew that he would experience much more before this night was at an end.

This was what he had dreamed of, what he wanted more than anything else. Hannibal's hands on his body, Hannibal's lips on his, Hannibal thrusting inside him. He wanted Hannibal to make him his. That had been his dream ever since they'd first met.

It was frightening and exhilarating and a dream come true, all at once.

He felt as though he was dreaming, walking through an alternate reality in slow motion. He was sure that if he took one wrong step, all of this would disappear.

All he had to do was put one foot wrong, and this would dissolve into the fabric of a dream. He would wake up in his own bed at home in a cold sweat, and Hannibal would still be as far away from him as he had always been, an object of yearning and desire.

He wouldn't be here, leaning over Will and smiling down at him with desire glittering in those dark eyes. He would only be a dream, the dream that Will was sure he'd been reaching for all of his life and would never manage to attain.

No, this was no dream. This was his life, this was reality, and it was better than he could have ever begun to imagine it could possibly be.

This was all that he'd ever wanted, and so much more than he could dream.

He could never have dreamed that desire in Hannibal's eyes. He could think about it and wish that it was there, but seeing it, knowing that it was real, knowing that such was for him, was something that he had to see to believe.

And it was real, that desire, cutting through him and enveloping him in its embrace. It was no dream. It was true and perfect and real.

As Hannibal reached for his hand, Will could feel anticipation wash over him -- along with a wave of desire. Tonight was going to be the first night of the rest of his life -- and life that he would, hopefully, spend with Hannibal, as both his lover and his friend.

He was wide awake. This was no dream.