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Title: Preparation
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge 2, 1drabble
Prompt: 16, Book
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 let himself into the house quietly, making his way from the foyer to the living room after taking off his shoes. He had thought that Hannibal might be there rather than in his office, and his guess had been correct. Hannibal was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

Without his shoes on, Will entered the room silently, not quite knowing what to say. He always felt awkward during these first few minutes of being with Hannibal.

It seemed like an eternity before his lover finally glanced up at him, only taking his eyes from the pages of his book for a few seconds. "Will, you are not naked," he pointed out before starting to read again. His words held a touch of reproof, but only a touch.

Will couldn't believe that he'd forgotten about that.

Being naked was one of the things that Hannibal had asked him to agree with when they had talked about their relationship and what it was becoming. He was only supposed to enter Hannibal's presence after he'd removed his clothes, unless he was getting ready for work.

Or unless the two of them were going out somewhere, of course. It wasn't as though he could go out in public naked -- though Will was sure that Hannibal would actually like to try that one of these days. Naked under a raincoat, possibly. That would be interesting ....

He jerked his thoughts away from that path, quickly removing his clothes and folding them carefully, laying them across one of the chairs. He didn't want to displease Hannibal, not now when the evening was only just beginning. He didn't want to be punished.

Hannibal was good at handing out punishments, but he was good at giving pleasure, as well. Will had come to realize that the dichotomy of pleasure and pain that Hannibal gave him was one of the main reasons why he craved being with this man.

He needed that pain, as much as he needed the pleasure.

Will stood there, hands at his sides, waiting for Hannibal to speak to him again. Hannibal raised a hand to gesture him closer to the chair; when he moved to stand directly in front of the other man, Hannibal reached out to stroke him, bringing a soft moan to Will's lips.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment, Will," Hannibal told him, not looking up from his book. "I need you to prepare yourself for me. You know what to do."

Will nodded; he did indeed know what Hannibal expected of him. He moved to the small table by the couch, taking the tube of lubricant out of the drawer with trembling hands and popping the cap. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, his body tightening in anticipation.