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Title: Melting From the Inside
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 18, Kiss
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.


"Don't let yourself accept defeat, Will." Hannibal's voice was quiet, but strong at the same time. "If you believe that you will lose your empathy due to these treatments, that could turn out to be self-fulfilling prophecy. You must have more faith in yourself."

Will nodded slowly, though he wasn't sure that he believed in what Hannibal was saying. Right now, it was hard to have faith in much of anything.

He needed a lifeline to hold on to, and Hannibal was offering him one. But for some reason, it was so hard to reach out for that lifeline, so hard to rouse himself to make the effort. It was so much easier to just sit here and feel that he was drowning, being pulled under for the last time.

Will wasn't sure that his lifeline was enough to keep him going any more.

"Will, I can't help you if you won't talk to me and let me in." Hannibal reached out to place a hand on Will's knee, kneading it, the warmth of his fingers sending tingles up Will's spine. "There's something you're still holding back, isn't there?"

Will didn't want to admit to that, but he knew that it was true. Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded, unable to stop himself from saying the words. "I'm afraid that if I lose my empathy, you won't be interested in me any more because I'll just be a .... a normal person."

Hannibal tilted his head to one side, turning slightly from where he sat beside Will to look at him. "If you think that I could ever lose interest in you, my sweet William, then you are highly mistaken. It wasn't only your empathic abilities that drew me to you."

Without warning, Hannibal leaned forward, raising one hand to capture Will's chin in his hand before capturing the younger man's mouth with his own. The kiss was hot, demanding, unlike any other kiss that Will had ever received from anyone.

He was sure that he was melting from the inside under that searing heat.

He never wanted this kiss to stop; he wanted it to go on and on forever, to drown out everything else in his life, to keep him from having to think. He wanted time to stand still, for the two of them to be locked in a crystal ball here in his home, never having to leave.

Hannibal was leaning over him, pushing him down onto his back, and he was letting it happen. He knew what was building between them, what they were going to do.

He needed Hannibal, needed his kiss, his touch, his body. He needed to be taken over by his lover, to put everything else out his mind for just a little while. And now that such a chance was being presented to hm, he was going to take it and hold on for dear life.