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Title: Pure Bliss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #150, Bliss
Author's Note: Sequel to Fantasy To Reality.
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. soar


Why had he never guessed that it could be like this?

Will's breath was coming in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to pull air into his lungs. He was sure that he was going to expire from the sheer bliss that he was feeling, that his climax would be the last thing he ever felt.

He hadn't known it could be like this. He'd never dreamed ....

His legs squeezed more tightly around Hannibal's waist, a cry coming from his throat as his lover thrust inside him yet again. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, a heady combination, one that lifted him to the skies, above the clouds.

Why had nobody ever told him that making love felt like this? Why had nobody ever explained to him the sheer bliss of these sensations?

Because it would have been impossible to put them into words. He couldn't do that himself; there were no words for how he was feeling at this moment. There was only the pleasure, the bliss, the feeling of Hannibal thrusting into him ....
Nothing should feel like this. Nothing should be this good. It was sinful, decadent, unreal. And he wanted to lose himself in it, to never come back down to earth again.

He needed nothing more than this. Nothing.

If this ended too soon, he would be lost; there would be nowhere else he could turn to make this pleasure last, no way that he could hold it to him. The bliss would fade; the afterglow would ebb away, leaving him cold and alone.

But he didn't have to think of that now, not now while he was in Hannibal's arms, while their bodies were locked in the most primal joining possible.

Will could feel Hannibal's chest heaving against his own when the other man lowered his body onto his; he could feel his nails scratching down Hannibal's back, undoubtedly leaving marks. He could feel his body being stretched every time Hannibal entered him, to the breaking point.

Pure, utter bliss. Pleasure spiked with just the right tinge of pain.

Another thrust .... then another. Will was sure that he was going to break apart; he was hanging by the thinnest of threads, poised on a tightrope over an endless chasm, one that he would fall into the moment his orgasm washed over him.

He had always wondered what it would be like to make love -- and now he knew. He wouldn't have wanted to share this experience with anyone else.

Only Hannibal.

No one else could have given him this pleasure; no one else could have drawn these reaction from his body. Hannibal was the only one for him, the only one he wanted to be with, the only one he wanted to kiss him, touch him, take him.

When his climax came, it flashed over his body like a lightning strike; quick and sharp, it brought a gasp to his lips, then a moan.

The first flush of pleasure was only momentary; then it began to seep through him, from his head to his toes, making his body tighten and then relax. He let go of the tension that had been spiraling slowly upwards, letting himself fall into oblivion.

But it wasn't oblivion. Rather, it was .... bliss.

His muscles tightened and relaxed, over and over again, as Hannibal thrust into him twice more before finding his own release within Will's trembling body.

The other man slumped on top of him, breathing heavily; Will wanted to put his arms around Hannibal, to hold him close, but he didn't know if the other man would want him to do so. Why did the post-coital aura feel so damn awkward.

He had to do something to dispel that awkwardness. If he didn't, he would go insane just lying here and trying to think of what he should do.

He had to say something, whether it was the wrong thing to say or not.

"Can I .... Can I hold you?" he asked, his voice shaky and tentative. "I want to stay here tonight, if you'll let me. And I want to fall asleep in your arms. Holding you."

For several long moments, Hannibal didn't say anything. Then he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Will's cheek and smiling at him before nodding and speaking softly. "I would be honored to have you fall asleep in my arms. And awaken in them, as well."

Will was sure that he could feel his heart swell within his chest.

Careful, he cautioned himself. This is only the first step. You know that finding the way into his heart isn't going to be easy.

But somehow, that didn't seem to matter. He was here, right where he wanted to be, in Hannibal's bed, in Hannibal's arms. He had just made love for the first time, and it had been extraordinary. Not only that, but he was falling head over heels in love with his lover.

That might not be the safest thing to do, but he was done with safety. He wanted to dance along the edge, to live dangerously.

That was just what he would be doing if he was with Hannibal.

He had known that this man was dangerous from the beginning, but he didn't care. Hannibal drew him in, excited him, intoxicated him. Hannibal was all that he wanted, all the he needed. And he hoped that he could fulfill his lover in the same way.

This was only the first night he would sleep in Hannibal's arms, Will told himself with an inward smile. He felt comfortable here, warm and sated and .... safe.

Maybe that wasn't true. Maybe he wouldn't always be safe in Hannibal's arms. Maybe he was letting himself in for more danger than he realized. But this was what he wanted, where he wanted to be, and he wasn't going anywhere.

Bliss, Will thought as he drifted into sleep. This was pure bliss.