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Title: No Barriers
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 30, Touch
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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 let his hands move down Will's arms, then back up again, pulling the young man into his embrace. He never wanted to move from this couch; he would be perfectly happy to sit here all day, kissing and touching Will, locking the rest of the world away.

But he knew they couldn't do that; they both had responsibilities, and even if they each had the day off, there were still things they needed to get done.

One of his priorities was to get some food into Will; he knew that the young profiler didn't eat well when he was at home alone, and he intended to remedy that. He hated the fact that Will usually ate Chinese takeout and microwaved dinners.

That was no way to live, at least in Hannibal's estimation.

Still, they had time to sit here for a while and enjoy each other; he wanted to revel in being able to touch Will, to know that the young man was his and his alone, to feel that slender body in his arms. And he wanted Will to touch him, as well.

He knew that Will might feel a bit shy about touching him, but that didn't matter at the moment. He would give Will all the encouragement he needed. He was well aware of Will's intimacy issues; he wouldn't push, if Will wasn't ready to touch him yet.

It was enough to be here with Will, to be able to touch him, to revel in the fact that Will was actually letting himself be touched and enjoying it.

That in itself was a major victory, Hannibal told himself. To know that Will wanted to be touched, to know that he wasn't pulling away or holding himself rigid, that he was relaxed in Hannibal's embrace, was a huge step forward.

Hannibal hoped that they would keep moving forward at the same rapid rate.

Right now, all he was concerned with was being able to touch Will, to learn the curves and planes of his body. He wished that there were no barriers between them, no clothes in his way, but it would be a while before Will was ready for that kind of intimacy.

And he could wait. This wasn't a race, after all; this could be taken slowly. He knew that Will loved him; he didn't need to jump into bed with him immediately to convince himself of that fact. There was no reason whatsoever to hurry.

When they finally did make love, it would be all the better for both of them if they waited until they knew that the time was right.

Hannibal was surprised when Will's hands moved up his arms, stopping at his shoulders. "You can touch me, Will," he said softly, not wanting the young man to stop. "You don't have to ask for permission. You're free to touch me in any way you choose."

A pink blush rose in Will's pale cheeks at those words.

"It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, sounding breathless and somewhat agitated. "It's that .... I don't know how to touch you. Not in a way I know you'd like. And I don't want to do it wrong. I don't want to do anything you don't like."

"Sweetheart, you can't possibly touch me in any way that I wouldn't like," Hannibal murmured, raising one hand to cup Will's jaw. "I long for your touch."

Will's smile was slightly tremulous; it occurred to Hannibal that he had probably never touched anyone in an intimate way before, and he silently cursed the few people Will had dated in the past who might have added to his insecurities about touching and being touched.

It was up to him to help Will past that, to show him that his touch was indeed wanted. He would lead his young lover gently and carefully, build up his confidence, let him know that he was indeed wanted and needed. It wouldn't be hard to do.

He was determined to be a very good teacher.

It seemed that he had already unleashed something within Will; those gentle, soft hands were slowly moving down his sides, resting on his hips before moving up his back. Hannibal could feel his skin tingle at that touch; he wished that his clothes weren't in the way.

Yes, he wanted to feel Will's touch on his bare skin, just as he wanted to touch Will's naked flesh. The day that the two of them were together with no physical barriers between them would be a glorious day indeed, Hannibal told himself. It would be a day to remember.

But for now, this would do. This slow, careful intimacy seemed to fit the two of them; not rushing into their new relationship, but taking their time, enjoying and savoring every moment.

This was how he and Will were meant to be. Hannibal closed his eyes, gathering Will more closely into his arms. Nothing had ever felt so undeniably right to him before. He was right where he belonged, right where he wanted to be.

And judging from his actions, Will felt the same.

Hannibal drew back slightly as Will raised his hand to the buttons of his shirt. Apparently the young man wanted their touching to become even more intimate, and if that was what Will intended, then Hannibal wasn't going to attempt to talk him out of it.

He moved his own hands to the buttons on Will's shirt, helping the younger man undo the buttons. He could feel his heart thumping, hear his own breath coming more quickly; this seemed to be moving faster than he'd thought it would, but he had no wish to slow down.