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Title: Love Me Madly
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "Kindled Desire."
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.

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He wanted this. There were no words for how much he wanted this.

He was the one who had set this in motion, and he wasn't going to turn back now, Will told himself firmly. It might be a little scary, but he'd get past that.

The feeling of Hannibal's hands on his bare skin was heavenly; how many times had he imagined how this would be, or dreamed about being with this man? And now it was finally happening; he and Hannibal were going to become intimate.

They were going to be lovers. Hannibal was going to be his, and he would be Hannibal's. This would only be the first time they were together.

He glanced toward the bedside table, sure that Hannibal kept lube there and would be reaching for it at any moment. He might never have done this before, but he knew the mechanics of what was going to happen, and he knew they would need lube. A lot of it.

A frisson of fear ran down his spine; what if Hannibal didn't use enough lube on him? What if it hurt? What if it wasn't as wonderful as he thought it would be, but painful instead?

Will pushed those thoughts away determinedly.

No, it wasn't going to hurt. Maybe for a quicksilver second, but he knew that Hannibal wouldn't cause him deliberate pain. He would be a thorough and gentle lover.

Why was he so sure of that? he asked himself. He didn't know Hannibal as well as he'd like to believe he did; he couldn't simply assume what this was going to be like. No, he would have to take it one step at a time, and find out as they went along.

"Spread your legs a little more for me, Will," Hannibal whispered, bending over him. Will gazed up at the other man, doing as he was told.

He gasped as those long, thin fingers moved between his thighs, fingertips swirling around his entrance, prodding slightly. He didn't want his muscles to tighten, but they did so instinctively; he wanted to relax, to let Hannibal push those fingers inside him, but it was hard to.

Hannibal smiled down at him, his lips curving, his free hand reaching out to stroke Will's hair back from his face. "Relax, my sweet," he whispered. "Trust me."

Will nodded, gulping and closing his eyes.

That's what he would do: trust Hannibal. At this point, he really didn't have a choice, did he? He had come too far to back out now; he could only move forward.

And he didn't want to back out. He wanted those hands on him, wanted Hannibal inside him. He wanted to be made love to, wanted to be filled and taken. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted to be with this man.

"I trust you," he managed to whisper, opening his eyes again to meet Hannibal's gaze. He could read desire there, as much desire as he himself felt.

Hannibal wanted him just as badly as he wanted Hannibal; that was obvious. There was desire not only in his eyes, but in his touch, written in every taut line of his body. They were going to have each other, and both of them would enjoy every moment of it.

Will's heartbeat sped up at the thought; it was all he could do not to press a hand to his chest to stop the sudden galloping. He was sure that Hannibal could hear his heart thumping.

His heart seemed to jump into his throat when one finger pressed inside him.

It didn't hurt at all, Will thought, his blue eyes widening in surprise. It just felt .... full, not painful. It wasn't what he'd expected it to feel like at all.

Within moments, Hannibal was pushing that finger more deeply into him, making Will squirm and moan his name. He wanted more, wanted to be filled further, wanted to have as much of Hannibal as he could get. A finger simply wasn't enough.

"Patience, my sweet," Hannibal murmured, his lips curving into a smile again. "You have to successfully jump over the first fence before you try a larger one."

Will nodded, a stifled gasp coming from his throat as Hannibal slid another finger inside him to join the first. The feeling was more full now, a little tight, but not painful. It wasn't even uncomfortable, not when he let his muscles relax and he breathed deeply.

Those fingers were moving inside him now, pressing more deeply, then pulling back a little. Will knew that Hannibal was preparing him for what would come later.

He closed his eyes again, letting himself enjoy the sensations.

Now those fingers were scissoring inside him, opening him, stretching him. It felt odd, but it didn't hurt, not at all. It only made him want more.

Oh, yes, this was what he wanted, what he had wanted from the moment he and Hannibal had met. His dreams were finally coming true, all in a rush.

He had despaired of anything ever happening between them, sure that Hannibal didn't want him in a sexual way. But he had taken a chance tonight, stepped forward, and now he was finally going to have what he had dreamed of and obsessed about for so long.

This was all he wanted, all he needed -- to be with Hannibal, to be made his. It was going to happen, and the sooner, the better.

He was surprised when Hannibal reached up to release the leather handcuffs; he had thought that his lover wanted him immobilized, but apparently Hannibal had changed his mind.

Will didn't mind that at all. He wanted to be able to touch Hannibal, to let his hands rove over that body just as Hannibal's hands were moving over his own flesh.

"Love me," he whispered, unable to hold the words back. "Take me, Hannibal. Make me yours. I want to be yours. I want you to have me."

"I had not thought that you would give yourself to me so soon, my Will," Hannibal murmured, his gaze not leaving Will's face. "I am gratified that you have. I've wanted you for so long, but I wasn't sure that you also wanted me. I'm quite happy that you do."

"And I'm happy that you wanted me," Will managed to gasp out as Hannibal's fingers moved inside him yet again. "I just want you to take me. Now. Before I explode."

Hannibal laughed softly, shaking his head. "Patience is a virtue, Will," he said, his voice very soft. "And I want to be sure that this will be pleasurable for you."

He'd known that. Hannibal didn't want to hurt him in any way.

But still, this wasn't enough. As good as what Hannibal was doing felt, he needed more than just two fingers inside him. It was time for the next step.

Well, he thought it was time, but Hannibal obviously had other ideas. He was taking his time, each movement slow and deliberate, calculated to make Will writhe in pleasure and anticipation. He seemed to be in no hurry to move things along.

Really, he didn't mind that, Will told himself. He loved what Hannibal was doing; he wanted to savor every second of this, to enjoy it to the fullest.

His own hands were moving up and down Hannibal's arms; he had known that his lover was a strong man, but he hadn't realized just how muscular this man was. He admired Hannibal's biceps, moving his hands over the taut muscles, wanting those arms wrapped around him.

They would be, he promised himself. When they were done making love, Hannibal would take him into his arms, hold him close, against his heart .....

He closed his eyes, imagining what this night would be like.

It would be wonderful; he had no doubt about that. Hannibal would make sure that his first time was all that he could wish for it to be; he would make it incredible.

Or was it simply the fact that he was with Hannibal that would make this incredible? He had to wonder about that. Was this going to be the most amazing experience of his life just because it was happening with the person he wanted so badly?

Will knew that he could never feel this way about anyone else. Hannibal was the one; he'd always been the one, from the first moment of their meeting.

From the first time their gazes had met, that first smile, that first hello, Hannibal had been the only man for him, the only person he had wanted to be with. He couldn't even look at anyone in a sexual way; Hannibal was spoiled him for all others.

They were meant to be together. He was absolutely positive of that. If they weren't, then this wouldn't feel so perfect, so utterly right in every way.

He had been born to belong to Hannibal, and no one else.

He loved Hannibal. He knew that now, knew it with a certainty that took his breath away. Letting Hannibal make love to him was just one expression of what he felt.

Trusting people had always been hard for him, but he trusted Hannibal. He trusted this man enough to give his body, and even his heart. He'd never felt that with anyone else, never wanted to give himself to another person the way he did with this man.

"Love me, he whispered, the words sounding almost like a shout in the quiet of the room. "Love me madly, Hannibal. Love me with everything you've got."

Hannibal smiled down at him again, his gaze meeting Will's, the desire in his eyes flaring, the intensity of those eyes almost making Will gasp. He might be innocent in some ways, but he knew desire when he saw it -- and he'd never seen a desire so consuming.

This man wanted him, wanted to make love with him, wanted to take him. This man desired him as no one else ever had, and that desire matched his own.

"I'll love you, Will," Hannibal whispered. "I will take you to heaven and back."

Oh, he didn't doubt that, not for one moment. He knew that this would be wondrous and beautiful, a night that he would remember for the rest of his life.

His arms tightened around Hannibal's shoulders, pulling the other man down, their lips meeting in a fiery, heated kiss that took Will's breath away. For a few seconds, he felt paralyzed; he couldn't move, couldn't think, could barely breathe. All he could do was feel.

"Heaven," Will whispered, unable to imagine at the moment that heaven could possibly be anywhere but here, in Hannibal's bed, in his arms.

He was going to be loved as he had never been loved before -- or ever. Well, at least loved in the physical sense. He wasn't going to ask yet if Hannibal loved in another way -- if what they would share tonight was more than the joining of their bodies.

He wanted more. He had wanted more from the moment they had met. But he was willing to wait for it, and to take what he could get tonight. To take all that he could get.

Tonight was going to be the beginning of the rest of his life.

He had never wanted anything so much as he wanted to be loved -- madly, deeply, completely, with the kind of passion he'd only read about up until this point.

Will was ready to experience that passion for himself -- and to return it fully. He moaned as Hannibal's lips met his, and those hands moved down his body with one objective in mind.

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