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Title: Not Only Skin Deep
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Otherwordly Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: Kalon - Beauty that is more than skin deep.
Author's Note: Sequel to "This Wheel's on Fire."
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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His Will was so utterly beautiful.

How could he think otherwise? Hannibal asked himself as he smoothed a gentle hand down Will's bare back. He could never tire of feasting his eyes on such beauty.

Will's beauty was not only skin deep. It went much further than that.

He was the most perfect creature that Hannibal had ever seen. The creamy porcelain skin, the perfectly shaped lips, the graceful limbs -- all combined to create a breathtaking beauty.

Will was like a statue, perfectly proportioned. There was nothing about his body that Hannibal didn't love; he was entranced by every inch of this beautiful young man. And not only his body, but the indomitable spirit that dwelt within the beauty of his flesh.

Will possessed that indefinable kalon -- a beauty that was far more than skin deep, Hannibal mused as he moved one fingertip down Will's spine.

Yes, his body was truly magnificent -- but there was so much more to Will Graham than merely a physical beauty. There was something within him that shone out, something that lit his eyes, that formed an almost palpable aura around him.

Will was precious and rare, a beautiful creation that Hannibal wanted to keep to himself. He didn't like the fact that anyone else might discover that same kalon within Will.

No. Will was his, his to take pleasure in, his to .... love.

That word startled him, brought him up short. Did he love Will? Could he call what he felt by that four-letter word, a word that he had never used for anyone who he'd taken to his bed in the past? Was that why Will was so so special to him?

He wasn't sure that he had the answer to those questions. Love had always been a closed door to him; he had always been sure that he could never feel it.

But it indeed seemed that he might be in danger of falling deeply in love with Will Graham, of losing what was left of his heart after the trials of his past to this young man. He might very well be committing himself to Will for all of their lives, to a relationship that would last.

In the past, that might have made him feel uneasy, or even frightened him a bit.

Now, it only intrigued him. The idea of falling in love, of having a relationship that didn't ultimately end with the death of his partner, or a breakup, was interesting.

No, not just interesting, Hannibal told himself, his hand moving back up Will's body to tangle in those thick, dark locks and pull his head back slightly. It was something that he wanted to explore, to see just how far he could take their relationship.

If it didn't last, then he hoped that he wouldn't have to kill Will. That was the last thing he wanted to do, even if their physical mating came to an end.

Without Will in his life, he would be a lonely man indeed. He had only discovered that he was lonely once Will had taken up residence in his life -- and in his heart as well.

That was another surprise, to realize just how strong his feelings for Will were. He hadn't expected that to happen when their relationship had first started; he had thought that Will would be a pleasant diversion, a distraction, and nothing more.

He'd been fully convinced that their relationship would last for a while, perhaps even a long time, before they would both decide to amicably end their physical passion.

But it looked as though that wasn't going to happen.

At least, it wouldn't happen from his side of things. His physical desire for Will was far too strong for him to end it; instead of that passion waning as they had become more closely involved, as Will had learned to discover and enjoy his sexuality, it had only grown stronger.

Each time they mated, Hannibal was sure that his passion for Will flamed ever higher, that he wanted the young man more with each passing day.

No, he could never deny himself -- or Will -- these feelings. If one of them chose to end their relationship, it would have to be Will; Hannibal didn't think that he could bring himself to do so. He would have to let Will decided where this was going -- and if it would end.

And he would have to learn to respect that decision, and settle for merely being friends.

That would indeed be the hardest thing he had ever tried to do; to let this kind of beauty slip from his life, even if they remained friends, would be wrenching for him.

But if it was what Will wanted, if merely being friends would keep this young man in his life, even if not as a lover as he was now, then he would learn to live with that. After all, having this kind of beauty to feast his eyes and his mind on every day was better than not having it at all.

Without this beauty in his life, he would be but a husk of who he was now. All of the emotions that Will had managed to bring to the forefront would fade and die away.

He didn't want that. He didn't want to lose Will -- either as a friend, or as a lover. There were secrets that he had to keep, things that he knew he could never tell this young man, but still, he felt that their relationship could safely continue for a very long time to come.

Possibly for the rest of their lives. His heart quickened at the thought; to have Will beside him, in his bed and in his arms, for a lifetime .... that would be a dream come true.

A dream that probably would never be made reality.

But this wasn't the time to think of what could not be, Hannibal told himself firmly. This was the time to be with Will, to make sure that both of them fully enjoyed themselves.

This was the time to take Will, to make this young man his in the physical sense, to satiate himself with the beauty of Will's body. Later, he would bask in the pleasures of that beautiful mind as well -- but at the moment, the physical was all that mattered.

That thought made the passion that he'd kept banked within himself flame higher; it was time for their bodies to join, for them to experience the ultimate pleasure.

Not only a physical joining, but a joining of their spirits and emotions, as well.

This was where he wanted to be -- where he needed to be. Here with Will, holding him, caressing him -- taking him. Being inside him, becoming a part of him.

Hannibal closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward.

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