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Title: Pitting the Cherry
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 32, Cherry
Author's Note: Sequel to "This One Night."
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.


Will buried his face against the soft silk of the pillow, the breath driven from his lungs as Hannibal pushed more deeply inside him, lifting his hips off the bed.

This was unlike anything he had ever experienced, something outside of his knowledge.

Will moaned into the pillow with each thrust, his hands clenching the sheets in handfuls. He hadn't expected this to feel so intense, or to be so .... transported.

He didn't feel like himself. He was being pulled out of himself, being turned into something -- and someone -- who was completely alien to who he'd always been. This was like nothing he'd ever known, nothing he had ever thought he could possibly feel.

Will envisioned himself as a ripe cherry, bursting with flavor, and each thrust of Hannibal's hips took more of the juicy flesh out of that cherry, pitting it, stripping it down to the core.

Soon, there would nothing of himself left.

He was being stripped down to the core, pitted like a cherry ripe for the plucking. With each thrust, Hannibal pushed him closer to the stars, and further away from the world he knew. Under the ministrations of his lover, he was becoming a new person, a being created by Hannibal.

But he had some say in this creation, didn't he? After all, he was an active participant. He wasn't just lying here and letting himself be taken mindlessly.

With each thrust, he pushed his hips back, demanding more of his lover. His body undulated, moving in rhythm with the man above him, his muscles tightening with each movement.

This was unlike any experience he'd ever had, something completely new and different, and he wanted to repeat it over and over, as much as he possibly could, until it was new no longer, until it was something that was as much as part of him as drawing breath.

And at the moment, he never wanted this initial experience to end.

It was almost a shock when he heard Hannibal cry out softly and felt his lover's essence pouring into him; then his own release swept over him only seconds later, initiating a cry from his soul.

He felt as though he had been completely hollowed out, like a cherry that had been pitted. When Hannibal withdrew from his body, he felt such an emptiness that he almost cried out, wanting to be filled against immediately, already craving that physical intimacy between their bodies.

But it would come again, Will told himself as Hannibal turned him over and their gazes met. If the look in those dark eyes meant what he thought it did, it would happen very, very soon.

He knew that he wasn't going to feel empty for long.

When Hannibal's arms wrapped around him, he knew that the pitting of that ripe cherry was going to commence again, and he opened himself to it, heart, mind, body and soul.