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Title: Mysterious Force
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Author's Note: Sequel to "Pure Bliss."
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
***Hannibal raised himself on one elbow, looking down at the young man sleeping soundly in his bed. He hadn't expected to wake up like this, but he had to admit that he liked it. Waking up to Will beside him was .... quite pleasant, indeed.
How long had it been since he had woken up in bed with anyone? He couldn't remember the last time that had happened; he hadn't let himself get that close to anyone for a long time now. He hadn't really felt any sexual urges for some time; at least, none that he couldn't satisfy himself.
Until Will Graham had come into his life.
The first time he had seen Will, he'd felt that keen edge of desire, slicing into him more cleanly than a knife. He hadn't been able to deny that desire; it had been so strong that he'd almost gasped aloud, almost felt as if he might faint.
No one had ever affected him in that way. Will had some sort of power over him, a power that no one else had ever wielded. A power that was almost frightening.
Yet he had that same power over Will, did he not? He had managed to seduce the young man into his bed; Will had come to him willingly, with no hesitation, no holding back. That was proof that he had power over Will, that he was in control.
Taking Will's virginity had been much easier than he'd thought it would be; there had been no holding back on Will's part. He hadn't realized that Will would take part in his deflowering so joyfully, that he would give so much of himself.
And he hadn't realized how intoxicating that gift would be.
He had tried to hold himself aloof from Will, tried to make himself believe that the attraction was merely that -- attraction, lust, and nothing more. But there was something else that went along with his desire -- a feeling that made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Was he in love with Will? No. He wouldn't call it love. But there was an indefinable something that made Will precious to him, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, something that made Will more than just a warm body.
He wouldn't dispatch Will as he had others who had briefly shared his bed. No, Will was too special for that. He wasn't just to be used and gotten rid of.
Hannibal knew that he had given Will a false sense of security by becoming his lover; Will was being far too naive, too trusting. He didn't know what he was letting himself in for. Hannibal was merely playing with him; he didn't intend for this relationship to last.
But that was part of the fun, wasn't it? At least for him.
He would be able to study Will in a way that he never could if they were still only doctor and patient -- or, to his way of thinking, friends. He would be able to see Will in an intimacy that could never be managed with mere friendship.
With their new intimacy, Will would open himself up even more, and let Hannibal see what lay beneath the surface. He had done a good job of getting inside Will's mind already, but there was so much more there to uncover, so much more to explore.
Will fascinated him in a way that no one else ever had. There was something about the young man that Hannibal found it hard to fathom, something that he wanted to explore to the fullest. He wanted to discover just what made Will Graham tick.
No one had been able to do that; Will was too good at hiding himself away. Hannibal was determined to be the first person who plumbed those mysterious depths.
He had already done that, in a literal way, he told himself, a small smile curving his lips at his own joke. Yes, he had certainly plumbed Will's depths last night -- and he would continue to do so. It brought them both pleasure, and there was no reason to stop.
It was the first time he had ever thought of another's pleasure.
That thought brought him up short, considering. Why was he concerned with Will's pleasure? No one else had ever made him think in those terms before; he had never cared whether anyone who shared his bed had been satisfied with what he'd done to them.
But with Will, it was different. Will wasn't just someone to warm his bed and bring him momentary pleasure; Will was someone he wanted to keep in his life for a long time.
Letting himself feel strongly for someone was alien to his nature. Hannibal knew that. But he couldn't deny that what he felt for Will was stronger than mere desire, stronger than simple physical attraction. There was something that bound them together.
What was the mysterious force that seemed to draw him and Will together? It wasn't love; he was sure of that. Yet it more than desire, more than lust, more than just a physical need. Hannibal didn't know what it was, but that didn't really matter.
What was important was the fact that such a force existed.
And that it bound him to Will, in ways that he would never have expected. It was surprising that he should have such strong feelings, but he wouldn't question them.
Will wouldn't question those feelings, either. Hannibal was sure that the young man had never had any sort of emotional relationship before -- he certainly hadn't had a physical one. All of this was new to Will; he would have nothing to compare it with.
Had last night only been a momentary desire for both of them, a need for each other that had finally reached the point where they couldn't hold it back or deny it any longer? Would it only happen once, and would they be able to return to their former relationship?
Hannibal didn't believe that for a moment. Last night had been a revelation for him -- and he was sure that it had been even more so for Will.
He had absolutely no intention of turning back from the path they were on.
He wanted Will more than ever now that he'd had him once. They had only touched the tip of the iceberg with their intimacies of the night just past; there was so much more that he wanted to do to Will, so much more to introduce him to in the physical realm.
Tonight had been the night he had expected Will to look at him as a lover, and that had come to pass. Now, he had to make sure that Will kept seeing him in that light. Hannibal didn't think that would be difficult; Will was already mesmerized by him.
All he had to do was to keep up the sexual thrall that the young man was in -- and that, also, shouldn't be difficult. There were, after all, benefits to that situation.
He could take his pleasure with Will for as long as he chose. Hannibal couldn't see that ending for quite a while; he enjoyed Will far too much, and there was so much to teach him. It would take a long time to have Will trained exactly the way Hannibal wanted him.
This could last for a very, very long time.
If it did, that would be just fine with him. He didn't want to let Will go; he knew that he would feel a profound sadness if things came to the point where he had to get rid of his young lover.
Hannibal reached out to run his fingers through Will's dark curls, smiling as the young man moaned softly and moved closer to him in his sleep. Ah, yes, Will was already his captive. The future looked bright indeed, at least from where he was standing.
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