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Title: Giving Pleasure
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Quotables Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: "Beauty awakens the soul to act." -- Dante Alighieri
Author's Note: Sequel to "Revealed."
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 never seen such beauty.

Hannibal pulled Will into his arms, one hand sliding down his back to cup the rounded curves of his ass, the other splayed across the young man's back just below his shoulder blades. He wanted to have his fill of touching Will, of kissing him, of tasting him.

This beauty was his, and his alone. No one else would ever see Will like this, he vowed. No one else would ever drink in the view of his naked body.

Will belonged to him, not only in the physical sense, but in every way as well. And tonight, even though he doubted that they would cross the sexual barrier, he would make Will his more irrevocably than if he was inside the young man's body.

No, it wasn't time yet for Will to lose his virginity. That would come later, when he was a bit more used to physical sensations, more prepared for what would happen.

Tonight would be an exploration of Will's body, an experiment to see just how many walls Hannibal could bring crashing to the ground. He was sure that Will had many more barriers to get through, but he would obliterate as many as he could this evening.

All of those walls would come down eventually.

But for tonight, he only wanted to touch and feel. And taste. He wanted to know all of Will, at least in the physical sense, with no limitations.

Will was nervous, of course. Hannibal didn't blame him; the first time that one was touched could be a bit of a frightening experience. He would make this good for Will, make him want to be touched just as much as Hannibal wanted to touch him.

He moved them towards the comfortable couch in his living room; he would much rather be in his bed, but if they were, then he might lose the fine thread of his control.

That couldn't be allowed; not tonight. He had to keep himself under control, remind himself that he didn't intend to take Will, only to give him pleasure. Tonight was meant to draw Will firmly to his side, and be sure that his lovely boy was kept there.

Hannibal didn't think that would be hard to achieve at all. Will already wanted to be with him; tonight would only make him want that all the more.

He could ensure that Will's desire only grew stronger with each new experience.

By the time he had Will lying on the couch, his pulse was already jumping; it was going to be hard work to hold back his own desires. But he would manage it.

Will was so beautiful; just looking at the young man took his breath away. He had never been faced with such beauty before; it drove him to act, to unleash all of his desires. But he reminded himself that he had to maintain his control, that this was only their first night.

There would be many more nights in the future, Hannibal promised himself. Untold numbers of nights, when he could take his pleasure from Will's body.

Tonight, he was focused on giving pleasure. That was as it should be; Will deserved to be guided into the pleasures of intimacy gently, by someone who cared for him, someone who would be gentle with him. Hannibal had no doubt of his ability to do so.

But for the moment, all he could do was stare. It was almost impossible to believe that such loveliness could exist in the world that Hannibal occupied.

Will seemed like an angel fallen to earth, into his arms.

His eyes followed the curve of the young man's shoulders, down to his chest, to the small pink nipples that were pebbled in the slightly chilled air of the room; he couldn't resist leaning down to take one hard nipple between his teeth, tugging gently.

Will moaned softly, his body arching up under Hannibal's hands, as though he was begging for more. His wordless plea broke something within Hannibal.

He couldn't force himself to hold back. No, he wouldn't take Will tonight, but he wouldn't treat the boy as though he was some breakable piece of porcelain, either.

Of course he wasn't going to manhandle Will. Such beauty deserved to be treated gently, even reverently. But he knew that he couldn't force himself to go slowly, to keep his hands off Will and to take his time. He needed to touch, to feel.

And this delectable body was his for the touching.

Hannibal moved his hands down Will's sides, marveling at the softness of his skin. He was sure that he was touching velvet, or the softness of a cloud.

Will's body arched up again, into his hands, almost begging for his touch. Hannibal couldn't keep back a smile; this beauty was not only his, but wanted to be his. No one had ever been so eager for his touch before.

And he had never wanted to touch anyone this badly. His hands seemed to move of their own volition, down Will's sides to rest on his slender hips.

Then one hand moved to grasp the young man's cock, curling his fingers around the shaft, his thumb gently stroking across the tender tip. Will cried out Hannibal's name, his hands clenching at his sides, his body trembling from head to toe.

"Shhh, my sweet," Hannibal soothed, his free hand stroking Will's chest. "You'll soon have what you want. Just be patient, my beautiful boy."

His hand continued to move, to urge Will towards the peak of fulfillment.

Hannibal's eyes took in all of Will's reactions; he had never seen anyone respond so completely, not only with their body, but with their entire being.

Will was extraordinary in every way. He had been more than lucky to find this young man and to have him in his life; Hannibal knew that a part of him needed Will, that this beautiful boy was the other half of his soul, the one who he had spent so long searching for.

Will completed him, made him feel whole. No other person had ever managed to do that; no one else had ever meant so much to him.

Will squirmed under his hands, his cock pulsing in Hannibal's hand. Just a few more swift strokes, and he was brought to completion; he cried out Hannibal's name, his hips arching up off the couch, his hands reaching for Hannibal, grasping his shoulders.

Hannibal let Will touch him, cling to him. It was the least he could do; he knew that Will needed some sort of anchor to hold on to, and he gladly offered his own strength for that.

He could feel his own desire rising, but he pushed it back ruthlessly.

This night wasn't about satisfying himself; it was about giving Will pleasure. And from the look on the young man's face, he had certainly managed to do that; Will looked completely relaxed for the first time since Hannibal had come to know him.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," Will murmured, his voice a mere whisper. "I feel like I should be doing something for you, too."

Hannibal shook his head, a small smile curving his lips. "No, Will, you don't have to do anything. Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine. I want to introduce you to an entirely new world of sensations. Just lie back and let me do all the work."

Will nodded, his lips parting as Hannibal leaned down to kiss him. The feel of those soft lips beneath his own almost undid him, but again, he managed to keep himself under control.

Soon, he wouldn't have to do that. Soon, very soon, he would be able to unleash his most primal desires, to let himself go with Will. He would be able to act upon all the visions this beauty brought to his mind; he would be able to have Will in any way he wanted him.

For tonight, there was still much more to come before the evening was over.