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Title: Precious and Rare
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 26, Sex
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.


This was it. Hannibal was going to make love to him.

Will moaned out his lover's name as Hannibal's fingers moved inside him; it hadn't hurt at all, that first gentle penetration. The second finger had burned slightly sliding into him, but that very slight, very brief pain had almost immediately turned to pleasure.

And now, he wanted more. He wanted Hannibal inside him, wanted their bodies to be joined, even if there was a little more pain to deal with.

He now knew how quickly pain could turn to pleasure, and he didn't think that it would last longer than a few seconds. He was ready to face that quicksilver pain, if it means that he could have Hannibal make love to him, be a part of him.

That joined was all that he wanted, all that he needed.

He had never thought that he would want sex. He'd never dreamed tht he could be so wanton, that he could want to be joined with another person so badly.

All he wanted was that joining; that was all it would take to fulfill him completely. Just to have Hannibal's body locked with his, in that most passionate of embraces, to feel that he was being taken, being made Hannibal's in the ultimate act of love, was all he wanted.

He needed that intimacy. He needed the knowledge that they had finally had sex, that two had been transformed into one, at least when they made love.

"Are you ready, my love?" Hannibal asked him. Will opened his eyes to find his lover gazing down at him, a look of such devotion in those dark eyes that it almost made him want to sob. He had never thought that anyone could ever look at him with such love.

That look of love made him nod, made him push whatever fears might be lingering to the back of his mind. It made him reach out for Hannibal with all of his heart and soul.

"Yes," he answered, his voice barely more than a whisper of sound. "Yes, I'm ready."

And he was. He was ready to be held, ready to loved and touched and taken. He was ready to let Hannibal into not only his heart, but his body as well.

His lover bent his head to kiss Will, then that warm, soft mouth moved down to tease his already hardened nipples with his tongue. Will's body arched up towards Hannibal, and he moaned his lover's name again. He didn't know how much longer he could take this teasing.

He ached to feel Hannibal inside him, to know that he was being taken, to know that they were joined. All he wanted was that intimacy, that joining, that togetherness.

And he would have it, in just a few moments. Only seconds now before Hannibal entered him, sliding into him, taking him and making the two of them one.

Will gazed up into those dark eyes again as Hannibal changed his position; he could feel the blunt, thick tip of his lover's cock poised at his entrance, ready to take him, to slide deep inside him and give him everything that he had wanted for so long.

Will held his breath, waiting for it to happen, waiting for his first sexual experience to finally come to the point he had craved ever since that first touch.

He wanted to cry out, to raise his hips, to bring that moment to fruition.

When Hannibal finally slid inside him, there was only one small flash of pain, a pain that Will scarcely had time to notice. It was as though the pain had never existed at all.

Instead, all he could feel was pleasure, slowly taking over his body from head to toe. Each thrust sent him to the heavens; each movement of Hannibal's body within his own drew them closer together, made him feel as though he was sinking into his lover.

Or was Hannibal sinking into him? He didn't know, and he didn't care. All that mattered was that they were together, that they were making love.

It was finally happening. He was finally becoming one with the man he loved, after what had felt like a lifetime of waiting. And it was every bit as wonderful as he'd dreamed it would be, every bit as fulfilling. It was what he had always wanted, all of his dreams coming true at once.

He needed nothing more than this, wanted nothing more. It was all that he'd dreamed of, and more, everything that he could ever have envisioned.

All the love and pleasure in the world, rolled into one heavenly experience.

When his orgasm broke over him, it was as though he was submerged within Hannibal, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure taking his breath away. He couldn't even cry out, couldn't even moan; he needed all of that breath drawn into his lungs, to keep him conscious.

He actually felt faint for a few moments; then his head cleared, and he realized that Hannibal had released inside him at the very moment he himself had let go.

Simultaneous orgasms. He'd heard that they were very rare. Will smiled at that thought, burying his face in Hannibal's shoulder. Trust the two of them to have experienced something that was precious and rare, even in eh world of lovers.

Just more proof that this was right, and that they belonged together.