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Title: Magnet To Steel
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 31, Skin
Author's Note: Sequel to "Water Flowing Downhill."
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.


He was like a magnet drawn to Hannibal's steel.

Those hands were moving over his body now, starting to loosen his clothes, and he wasn't stopping them. He wasn't helping, but he wasn't hindering, either.

All he wanted was to feel those hands on every inch of his flesh, touching him everywhere, drawing moans from his throat that he couldn't hold back.

Will tilted his head back, letting Hannibal's lips claim his again. He wanted to sink into that kiss, to become part of it; he wanted to throw his last inhibitions to the wind, to push away all of his doubts, to forget about everything but being here, in Hannibal's arms.

His body was tingling where Hannibal touched him; soon, he would be naked, his bare skin under those hands, his body aching for that touch.

He already ached. He wanted, no, needed that touch desperately.

What was he so afraid of? Hannibal's hands on his skin already felt good; he knew that once his body was completely bare, that touch would feel even better.

Those hands were rushing over his skin now, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Will let it fall to the floor, his breath quickening. Only a few moments more, and Hannibal would start working at his belt buckle, then slide his jeans down his legs ....

That thought made a tidal wave of desire rush through him, set his skin to prickling even more than it was already. He wanted this to move much faster.

He wanted to be bare in front of Hannibal, to let this man view him without clothing, without artifice. Then he would know by the look in Hannibal's eyes if he was truly wanted.

Will held his breath as those hands rested on his hips, puling him nearer. He long lashes fluttered as his eyes closed, his lips parting on a moan of pure desire. He had thrown caution to the winds; his inhibitions were rapidly fading.

His first time .... and it would be with Hannibal. With the man he had wanted almost from the first glance, from their first hello.

He was finally going to leap the abyss that had always terrified him.

His skin tingled, almost as though he was a magnet being inexorably pulled towards the compelling steel that was Hannibal.

Those lips were on his again, this time more demanding. But even that deepening kiss didn't stop Will from focusing on the hands that unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled the zipper down slowly. He held his breath, his heart thumping in his chest.

Hannibal's hands paused for a just a moment, going to his hips again as though he was going to pull Will tightly against his fully clad body.

Then his jeans -- along with his boxers -- were being pushed down his legs, until he had to step out of them or risk becoming tangled in them and falling over.

His body was bared to Hannibal's gaze at last.