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Title: Offering
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 13, Body
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 could feel Will's hands trembling under his own as he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt; smiling, he moved Will's hands away, continuing to unbutton the fabric himself.

He knew this had to be difficult for Will; the young man had such problems with intimacy of any kind, as he'd known from their first session. He was determined to make this as pleasurable as he could for Will, to let this simple intimacy lead to many others.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Will," he said quietly, gazing into those incredible sapphire eyes. "I will not do anything you tell me you don't want. You are the leader in this, not me. We'll go at your pace, and if you're not comfortable with anything, just say so."

Will nodded, gulping, his gaze on Hannibal's face.

Hannibal wanted nothing more than to undress Will completely, to finally see what he knew would be a stunningly beautiful body laid bare before him. He wanted to worship that body with his lips and hands -- then slide inside Will and worship him in a different way.

But that would come later, when Will was more comfortable with them being intimate. It said a lot that he was even willing to let Hannibal touch him like this.

This intimacy, this gentle touching, this discovery, was more than he could ever have hoped for at such an early stage of their relationship. He hadn't expected Will to be ready for this kind of intimacy for some time, and he was gratified to discover that wasn't the case.

He would have to move slowly and carefully, so as not to to frighten Will and make him back away. He had never dealt with anyone who was as skittish as Will about being close; this wasn't something that he could simply jump into without a great deal of thought.

Though it was more than obvious that Will wanted him.

He wanted Will just as badly, but he wasn't going to rush this. There was no reason to hurry; they had all the time in the world. They had already declared their feelings for each other; the discovery of their bodies would come next, and it would be slow and gentle.

He wanted Will to relax beneath him, to enjoy everything he did. At the moment, the young man was far too tense; Hannibal leaned forward to brush his lips against Will's again, whispering under his breath. "Relax, Will. Nothing is going to happen unless you want it."

Will nodded, letting Hannibal gently push him back down onto the soft pillows at the end of the couch. He lay there, gazing up at Hannibal, blue eyes wide.

Hannibal was sure that he'd never seen such beauty in his life; nothing had ever looked as desirable to him as Will did, lying there with his shirt unbuttoned down the front, baring a teasing glimpse of his smooth, pale chest and stomach.

He wanted nothing more than to explore that bare skin with his hands and lips.

And he could do that, he told himself. He had the freedom to touch Will -- and Will had the same freedom to touch him in return, if that was what he desired. If not, then Hannibal would go out of his way to pleasure them both as much as he possibly could.

Something told him that this was Will's first experience with touching, with baring his exquisite body to another person's gaze. He was proud of his young lover; he knew that this was a difficult step for Will, and he was being extremely brave to move forward.

Slowly, Hannibal pushed the fabric of Will's shirt aside, letting his gaze roam over the expanse of smooth skin. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, he thought; Will's body dazed his senses at the same time that it made desire rise within him.

He leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to one rosy nipple, feeling it instantly harden beneath his touch. Oh yes, Will wanted him; that was more than obvious from his body's ready response.

This would move slowly, step by step, until Will was ready for the final step.

"Sit up just a little for me, sweetheart," Hannibal whispered, wanting to push Will's shirt down his arms and off. He didn't want any fabric in the way of his hands and lips while he explored Will's body; he wanted that delectable flesh to be naked under his touch.

He almost wanted to groan aloud; the beauty spread out before him was almost too much to bear. It was unbelievable that this could be offered to him, and him alone.

But it was, and he would never turn such an offering away. He had wanted Will for so long that it seemed like the answer to a fervent prayer to now be able to touch him, to kiss him, to hold this beautiful body in his arms at long last.

This was all he had ever wanted, all he would ever need. As long as he could have Will in his arms like this, as long as he could drink his fill of this gorgeous body that was offered to him so willingly, then he would be content for the rest of his days.

Nothing more than this, and his life would be complete.

Will sighed softly as Hannibal slid his shirt from his shoulders, then down his arms, tossing it aside as their lips met once more.

Hannibal let his lips move down Will's body again, from his lips to his throat, then down to his chest. He had every intention of exploring every inch of Will, if the young man would let him -- and the thought made his heart race with anticipation and desire.