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Title: Overwhelming Lust
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 10, Weakness
Author's Note: Sequel to "This Doesn't Have To Be Love."
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 sat down across the table from Will, silently watching the young man. Was what he had said true? Did he intend on taking Will back upstairs after they'd had breakfast and making love to him again, keeping him there throughout the day.

He could do that, of course. It was Saturday, and neither of them had any plans, as far as he knew. Will wasn't working, and he had no patients.

There was nothing to stop him from taking this beautiful boy back upstairs, locking the door to his bedroom, and making Will his for the rest of the day. The thought was alluring, tantalizing; he had no problem imagining what the two of them could do.

But he wasn't sure that it was a good idea to follow those inclinations.

He was all too aware that Will Graham was his weakness; spending hours in bed with him today could bring the two of them closer than he had ever intended for them be. He had put his plans for Will into motion, but he didn't want them to advance too quickly.

Will was his; he was already well aware of that fact. Body and soul, Will Graham belonged to him. He had no doubt of that. He owned Will.

But it bothered him that Will seemed to have left a mark on him, as well.

Will Graham was his weakness. A disturbing one.

He didn't want anyone to be a weakness for him. It disturbed him that Will could reduce him to such a state of wanting. Such a state of need.

He should have more self-control than this. He should be able to look past the enticing thought of having Will in his arms, in his bed, naked and willing, open to anything that Hannibal wanted to do to him. He should be able to compartmentalize those feelings.

But instead, all he could feel was an overwhelming lust.

He wanted to finish eating as quickly as possible, turn any thoughts of being productive away, and carry Will upstairs to his bed. He wanted to spend the day instructing this beautiful young man in the art of love -- or rather, in the art of discovering his sexuality.

He had no doubt that he would do a masterful job of it. And he intended to enjoy every moment of showing Will Graham all of the gratification he could receive from his own body.

Will might be his weakness, but for once, he was going to give in to that weakness -- and have a delightful time doing so. He might regret it later, but for this weekend, he would allow himself to indulge,and he didn't think that he would regret one moment of that decision.