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Title: Kindled Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Author's Note: Sequel to "Second Thoughts."
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 eased Will back toward the bed, careful not to rush.

Rushing, pushing in any way, might make Will change his mind, and he couldn't have that. No, he wanted this to come to a culmination tonight.

They had been doing this civilized, ritualized mating dance for weeks now, and Hannibal had tired of it. He knew that Will wanted him; he'd known from the beginning, no matter how hard the young man had tried not to show that desire openly.

Tonight, Will had taken that inevitable step towards completion, and Hannibal wasn't going to leave the door open for him to turn back from that decision.

Tonight, he would have Will. He would take them both to the stars, give them the pleasure that their bodies had been yearning for from each other for some time now. And he would sow the seeds for a future with Will, set the groundwork that would make Will his.

He had been planning for this day, though he hadn't known it would be upon him so soon. Still, he was glad that it had come more quickly than expected.

He hadn't wanted to wait much longer. Now, the waiting was over.

Slowly, he moved towards the bed until Will's knees hit the mattress; he pushed the younger man back, gently, so that Will sat down, looking up at him.

There was a little fear in those blue eye, but what he most read there was desire, loud and clear. Will was unable to hide his true feelings; they were written on his features, stamped across his face as though he was shouting them out for all the world to hear.

Hannibal was sure that his own desire was written in his eyes, as well; there was no need for him to hold it back any longer. He could let Will see exactly what he wanted.

He pushed Will down onto his back, letting his eyes roam over that exquisite body. Just looking at Will nude made the desire rise within him, licking at his body like slowly gathering flames. He knew that he had to have this young man, no matter what the cost might be.

Were things moving too quickly? He didn't think so, though he had planned to be more cautious than this. But Will's bold move tonight had changed his plans.

He could compensate. This wouldn't cause a problem.

In fact, he was happy that Will had stepped forward and made his own desires known. He would be more than happy to accommodate those desires, as they matched his own.

Hannibal couldn't take his eyes off Will; he wanted to simply stand here for a few moments, just drinking in the beauty of that slender, pale body displayed before him.

Will looked back up at him, his own gaze taking in Hannibal's nudity. That slight tinge of fear was still in his gaze; Hannibal supposed that he was worried about the inevitable pain of their first coupling, but he would make sure that pain was only momentary.

There would simply be a quicksilver flash, and then the pain would be a distant memory. He wanted to get Will through this first time with as little pain as possible.

Any pain that Will felt in their relationship would come from him -- and it would be a measured pain, one that Will might even end up begging for, at some point.

Hannibal's lips curved at the idea of Will begging him for that; it would be a balm to his senses, and give him more pleasure than he could put into words, to see Will opening himself to that sort of a relationship. If it happened, then he would be immensely gratified.

But now wasn't the time to focus on the future. This was the present, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do to start Will down the path to having his desires fulfilled.

Grasping the young man's wrists, he pulled them over Will's head.

He saw that flash of fear leap into those intense blue eyes again, but Will didn't try to jerk his hands away. That was good. He was already capitulating.

"I won't hurt you, Will," Hannibal murmured, keeping his tone soft and soothing. "I simply want to enjoy you to the fullest, and I find that I can do so if you are .... immobile. I think you'll prefer it this way, as well. It will allow you to concentrate on what you feel."

With those words, he reached for the top drawer of the bedside table, pulling it open and withdrawing a pair of leather handcuffs, holding them up in front of Will.

He saw those blue eyes widen in surprise, then Will's lips parted as though he was about to speak, to say something to the effect of a refusal -- before Hannibal bowed his head and captured those lush lips with his own, smothering any protest Will could have made.

He was adept with the handcuffs; by the time he had raised his head from the kiss, Will's wrists were held in place, cuffed to the iron bedframe above his head.

Hannibal ran a gentle hand down Will's cheek, smiling at him.

"You are so beautiful, my Will," he whispered, sincerity in his words. It was nothing more than the truth. He had never seen such a gorgeous sight in his life.

Having Will like this, restrained and helpless beneath him, gave him a feeling of power unlike any he had ever experienced before. Even his killings hadn't made him feel so .... invincible, so in control of everything around him, so capable of doing whatever he wanted.

Will had probably thought that he would be in control of this first encounter, Hannibal thought with an inward smile. Well, he had been wrong.

Hannibal reached for the drawer again, knowing that there was a tube of lube kept there for just an occasion such as this. He had simply been waiting for the night when he would finally have Will in his bed, when he could finally do all the things that he had dreamed of doing to him.

Ah, this would be a night for them both to remember, he thought as he gazed into Will's eyes, a slow smile curving his lips as their gazes locked and sparked, kindling desire.

That desire was flowing through him, and he intended to assuage it to the fullest.