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Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: 9, Cold
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.
***"Kneel on the bed, Will." Hannibal's voice was very soft, but there was no warmth in it. "Hands behind your back. You know what to do." In spite of the softness of his voice, his tone was clipped, expressionless. Will wondered why he sounded so cold.
Still, he did as he was told. It didn't do to disobey Hannibal, especially when he had that coldness in his voice. He didn't want to bring any punishment on himself.
Was he letting himself for more than he could handle? If he didn't know what had made Hannibal sound so annoyed, then he couldn't try to fix it. All he could do was wait until his lover's mood had run its course, and hope that he wasn't caught in the fallout.
He hoped that this wasn't due to anything he had said or done.
That couldn't be what had caused this, Will told himself, doing as he'd been told and kneeling, closing his eyes as he forehead touched the cool silk of the pillowcase. He clasped his hands behind his back, knowing that Hannibal would probably tie them there.
Within a few seconds, he could feel the weight on Hannibal's body on the bed behind him; then the other man was winding what could only be a length of silk around his wrists, tying them behind his back, though not too tightly.
Will couldn't help but smile at that. He knew that he wouldn't be able to free himself from his bonds; his lover knew how to tie them just tightly enough. But never so tight that they hurt; Will knew that Hannibal would never harm him, even if he was angry.
This coldness didn't mean anger, not really. It only meant that Hannibal had something on his mind, and that he needed this sexual encounter to take his thoughts away from whatever was disturbing him. In effect, he was using Will as a panacea.
Will didn't mind that. He could deal with merely being a distraction.
As long as Hannibal wanted him, then all was right with his world. The only thing that would truly make him worry would be if Hannibal had told him to get dressed and leave; especially after he had prepared himself for this. That would mean something was very wrong indeed.
Since that hadn't happened, Will knew that he just had to relax and be patient, and with any luck, then his lover would talk to him after their physical intimacy was over.
He could feel Hannibal's hands on his skin, first on his hips, then moving down to part his thighs. Will took a deep breath, his muscles tightening in anticipation. The inevitable thrust would be anything but cold; in just a few moments, he would be enveloped in a fiery heat.
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