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Title: No Turning Back Now
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: 30, Yellow
Author's Note: Sequel to "Far Too Fast."
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 had come this far. It was too late to turn back now.
There was no looking back. No escape. He'd made his choice.
As he mounted the top of the stairs, Will cast an agonizing glance back over his shoulder towards the front door. Too late. He couldn't bolt out of that portal to safety.
Shouldn't he feel safe here with Hannibal, though? Why didn't he? His footsteps slowed, dragging slightly as he followed Hannibal silently down the hall towards his bedroom. There was no reason for him not to feel safe, yet somehow, he didn't.
He felt like a hapless fly walking directly into a spider's web, waiting to be wrapped tightly in sticky threads before he was slowly and thoroughly consumed.
Will shuddered at that mental image. He didn't want to dwell on it.
Yet that was how Hannibal made him feel -- small and helpless, as though he was being swept along by a tide that he had absolutely no control over.
He could always say no. He could shake his head, pull back, tell Hannibal that he didn't want this, and he could leave. He could go back downstairs, put on his jacket, and walk out of that door without a backward glance. He could turn his back on all of this.
But that would be denying the part of himself that did want this, the part that was far too curious about what Hannibal had in store for him.
Will felt as though he had a yellow streak a mile wide painted down his back, like some kind of jaundiced skunk. He'd never felt so afraid in his life.
That didn't make sense to him. Hannibal hadn't done anything that should inspire fear in him, yet he was becoming more and more terrified with each step he took towards that room at the end of the hallway, as though somehow his doom waited for him there.
He had the sudden conviction that if he took a step behind that door, and let it close behind him, that he would never be the same again after this night.
Well, wasn't that what he wanted, after all?
He wanted a night with Hannibal to change him, to turn his life around. He wanted to stop being the lonely man he had always been, and find something more.
The unknown was always frightening, Will told himself firmly. And as of yet, sex was something unknown and a little frightening for him. He'd never let anyone be intimate with him; this would be the first time, in so many ways. Hannibal had to know that. He'd be gentle.
There was nothing to fear. There was no reason to feel that he was painted all over with yellow, that his fear was palpable and shone through in every step he took.
He wasn't going to be afraid. He wouldn't let it show.
Will breathed deeply as he took that last step into Hannibal's bedroom.
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