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Title: Just What He Needs
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Table: 3, narrative_x_10
Prompt: Story 01
Author's Note: Sequel to "It's No Game."
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. soar
***"Turn over, Will." Hannibal's voice was very soft; Will could feel his body tighten in anticipation at that tone. The voice was more seductive than any he had ever heard before. All Hannibal had to do was use that soft tone, and he would respond.
Slowly, Will obeyed, turning over onto his stomach. He could feel a hand moving down his back, fingers stroking along the length of his spine.
That hand stopped just above the curve of his ass, then moved back up again, to rest on one shoulder. Then both hands began to move up his arms, until Hannibal's hands were grasping his own, twining their fingers together and squeezing gently.
"I think you need a bit of .... therapy, Will," he whispered, breath hot against Will's ear as he leaned close. "It would help to relax you."
Will nodded, gulping in air. Yes, this was what he needed.
He needed to forget that newest corpse that he'd seen today -- the corpse that looked remarkably like him. He needed to forget that there was a killer out there who was murdering young men who all seemed to have his face. He needed to forget that he might be a target.
Only Hannibal could help him forget. Only Hannibal had the power to take him away from his thoughts, to take him out of this world and into a delicious fantasy realm. No one else could give him that release, that escape that he so desperately needed.
Will held back a gasp when Hannibal's hands moved back to his wrists, tightening for a moment before they were gone as Hannibal reached for something on the bedside table.
Then those hands were on his wrists again, wrapping a long silken scarf around them, then securing his bound hands to the bedpost.
Will shivered as he pulled experimentally against the bonds. They weren't tight enough to be painful -- that would never do; Hannibal would be distressed to know that he was in serious pain -- but he definitely wasn't going to be able to pull free.
Hannibal's hands were moving down his back again, a mere whisper of touch.
He knew what was coming, and he reveled in that knowledge. He was helpless under Hannibal's hands; he would be taken, lifted outside of himself, thrown into the clouds and left to plummet back down to earth again, safely into Hannibal's arms.
He wouldn't have to think about what he had seen. He could simply let himself go, give in to the pleasure that Hannibal gave him. He wouldn't have to live in the real world for the brief time that their bodies were joined. He could simply feel, not think.
This was what he needed, the distraction from reality that could make him feel sane again. Hannibal knew that, and he was holding it out as a gift.
Will accepted that gift, letting himself sink into it. With a soft sigh, he surrendered himself, mind, body and soul, to whatever Hannibal intended to do. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing under his lover's hands, ready whatever Hannibal decided to give him.
"So lovely." Hannibal's voice was soft as his hands moved back up to Will's shoulders, massaging as he went. "I can almost understand why a killer wants to take young men who look like you, Will. You are ultimately desirable."
Will's body jerked at the words, his muscles going taut.
This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to talk about the reality of what he'd seen today, didn't want to think about it. He wanted his time with Hannibal to be an escape from that, not to remind him of it, to bring those horrible images back to his mind.
"I don't want to talk about it," Will murmured, hoping that Hannibal would respect his wishes and change the subject. "That isn't what I'm here for, Hannibal."
He didn't see Hannibal's nod, but he could sense it. "Very well, Will." The other man leaned down, his lips brushing against the nape of Will's neck. "I'll give you what you want. For tonight. But we do have to discuss this at some point, you know."
Will nodded, not wanting to look up. His face was buried against the pillow; he could feel Hannibal's hands moving down to his ass, gently massaging, then reaching for the bedside table again. Will knew what he was reaching for; the thought made his body tense again.
This was what he wanted, what he needed. He needed to have Hannibal inside him, thrusting into him over and over again until he was lifted beyond the stars. He needed to concentrate on that, on their bodies being joined, on their togetherness.
No one else could give him that escape. Only Hannibal.
He didn't want anyone else. Nobody else had ever touched him, not in the way that Hannibal did. Nobody else had ever known his body so intimately; there had never been anyone else who could set him on fire in the precise way that Hannibal could.
Will felt Hannibal's fingers spreading him; felt the coolness of lube on his skin, then one finger slid inside him, probing, searching.
He hissed in a breath, then another when a second finger quickly joined the first. Hannibal wasn't taking his time; he was moving this ahead quickly, seemingly as impatient for their joining as Will was. His fingers probed more deeply, brushing against Will's prostate.
Will wanted more than those fingers inside him; he wanted Hannibal to be joined with him, to thrust inside him until he cried out his lover's name and begged for more, pushing his limits until he didn't think he could stand any more, breaking past his boundaries.
He needed that. And he was sure that Hannibal was going to give him what he needed -- he was just taking his sweet time about doing so.
Will thought he would scream with frustration, or go insane.
When Hannibal's fingers eased out of him, to be replaced by the large, blunt head of his cock at his entrance, Will almost sighed in relief. He was finally going to get what he needed, what he had needed ever since he'd seen that disturbing sight this morning.
Then Hannibal was inside him,and he was instantly transported into another world, a word that he wanted to stay in for as long as he possibly could. It was a world of pleasure mingled with just the right amount of pain, a world where sensation took over.
All he could feel was Hannibal thrusting into him over and over again, Hannibal's hands moving down his body, Hannibal's warm breath on the back of his neck. He could hear his own soft moans, the sound mixing with Hannibal's whispering of his name.
The sensations built, until was sure that he was going to fly apart at the seams. He couldn't take much more of this; he had to let go soon.
Another thrust .... then another. He closed his eyes tightly, willing his body to hold out for just a little bit longer, to make these sensations last for just a few more moments -- and then he couldn't hold back any more, and he let himself go with a cry that was almost a sob.
It was ecstasy beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Will collapsed onto the pillows, the position pulling slightly at his bound wrists. For a while, he'd forgotten that he was bound; it was something that he'd grown used to. Hannibal liked having him helpless, for some reason, and he didn't really mind it.
Dimly, he felt Hannibal's release inside him, the warm rush as his lover came; his muscles clenched, as if his body wanted to hold Hannibal inside him for a while longer.
But all too soon, Hannibal was pulling out of him, sitting back on his heels and resting a gentle hand on Will's hip before he reached up to untie the knots in the silk scarf, freeing Will's bound wrists and allowing him to turn over onto his back.
For a few moments, he just lay there, looking up at Hannibal with a smile on his face. The pleasure was still coursing through his body; Will knew that he would be feeling the aftereffects for a while. It always took a while for that pleasure to wear off.
Hannibal smiled down at him, reaching out a hand to brush Will's damp curls back from his forehead. "Was that what you needed, Will? I think it was."
Will nodded, feeling almost too sated to speak. "Yeah, it was."
He knew that they would have to talk about the subject that he didn't want to get into, that they would have to bring it out into the open, turn it over, discuss it between themselves. But not now. For now, they could simply lie here and bask in the afterglow.
Hannibal had, yet again, given him just what he needed. If only this could last for the rest of his life; if only he could find some way to stay here in Hannibal's bedroom, locking the rest of the world away and just indulging himself in the pleasures of the flesh.
Of course, he couldn't do that. Real life awaited him; all too soon, he would have to leave this world that he and Hannibal had created for themselves behind, and go back to the world that both of them seemed to feel somewhat out of step in.
But he was here, exactly where he wanted to be. And he had been given just what he needed to restore his strength, his equilibrium. He could face the real world now.
Will closed his eyes, sinking into the relaxation of the moment. It wouldn't last for long; he was aware of that. But he would take it while he could, and postpone his return to the real world for a while. He would have to go back there far too soon to suit him.
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