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Title: Put To the Test
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 36, Trust
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.


He hadn't known that this would feel so incredible.

Will's breath caught in his throat; he hadn't expected things to go this far so soon, and a part of him wanted to stop it. It felt as though he was on a carousel that was whirling dangerously fast, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to jump off.

If he did, then this would end. If he stopped them now, then Hannibal might back away from him and decide that he wasn't worth the time and trouble.

He really didn't think that Hannibal would do something like that; the other man had what seemed to be an infinite well of patience, after all. But Will didn't want to test that patience too far; he didn't want to do anything that might cause him to lose Hannibal.

Losing this man wasn't an option. He wouldn't take that risk.

He would have to let himself trust Hannibal more than he had ever trusted anyone. This wasn't going to be easy for him to do; just letting Hannibal touch him had been a breakthrough, one that he hadn't been sure he would be able to make.

But this wasn't anyone else, Will told himself firmly. This was Hannibal. this was the man he loved, the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted Hannibal to touch him, to kiss him .... and to make love to him.

This wouldn't be like anything else he'd ever known. This would be an entirely new experience, and Hannibal would lead him into it gently and compassionately.

He trusted this man with all of his heart and soul. And he wanted Hannibal more than he'd ever thought it was possible to want anyone. He'd never known desire like this; he had never thought that he would want to be with anyone, to give himself to them.

Hannibal had changed all that.

This man had made him look at relationships in an entirely different way. If he hadn't met Hannibal, he was sure that he would still be living that lonely life he'd always resigned himself to, still trapped inside his shell, cowering in his self-imposed isolation.

Hannibal had given him the courage to break free of that shell, to become the butterfly that emerged from the chrysalis. He was still struggling to find his way out of that safe, protective cocoon he'd always hidden away inside, but he gradually coming out of it.

He would keep making his way out, even if it took some time. The progress might be slow and cautious, but that would only make it all the more worthwhile.

Will gasped as Hannibal's lips brushed over one nipple; he could feel the rosy peak growing taut, hardening under Hannibal's mouth. It was almost embarrassing how easily his body responded to this man's touch, how eager he was for Hannibal's caresses.

No. He wasn't going to feel embarrassed about this.

There was no reason to be embarrassed about, Will chastised himself. What was embarrassing about wanting the man he loved? It was only natural to feel this desire, this mad urge to touch and be touched that was pouring through his veins.

Hannibal's tongue circled his nipple, making him moan and writhe under the other man; his grip tightened on Hannibal's shoulders, pulling the other man down closer to him even as Hannibal's lips moved to tease his other nipple as he had the first.

Within moments, Will was crying out Hannibal's name, unsure of what he said, but knowing that he was shamelessly begging for more.

He was raising his hips up off the couch, desperately searching for any kind of friction against his aching cock. He wanted Hannibal's lips there, not just on his chest. He wanted Hannibal to touch him, to suck him .... to take him.

He was a writhing, aching, molten pool of need.

"I want you," Will managed to gasp, not knowing how he said the words aloud. His throat was tight, his body pulsing with desire. He was a mass of sensation; words were hard to form coherently. It was hard to put his thoughts into words, to articulate what he wanted.

"And I want you, my sweet William," Hannibal whispered, his voice raspy with desire. "I want you so much that it's hard to put that desire into words."

How had Hannibal known just what he himself was thinking? It always amazed Will that they seemed to be on the same wavelength, that they could almost divine what the other was feeling. Maybe that was why he trusted this man so much.

He was going to let his trust be put to the test now. He was going to let Hannibal undress him, to touch him and kiss him all over, and he wasn't going to hold back. He was going to let himself trust this man in every way, completely and implicitly.

Will raised his hips slightly, his gaze fixed on Hannibal's face.

"I want you to take all my clothes off," he whispered. "I want you to touch me all over. And I want to touch you, too. I want us to bare everything to each other tonight."

Hannibal nodded slowly, leaning down to kiss Will again. Will could feel his heart leap within his chest; he had set something in motion now, something that was going to lead them down an entirely new path of intimacy and seal his trust in Hannibal forever.

He closed his eyes, waiting for Hannibal's touch.