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Title: Revealed
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: narrative_x_10 Prompt: Story 08 Author's Note: Sequel to "The Desire Within."
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.


Ah, yes. This was what he had wanted.

Hannibal looked down, taking in the view, almost licking his lips at the sight. He had dreamed of this, but hadn't thought that it would happen tonight.

Will was sitting in front of him, his head bent, revealing the vulnerable nape of his neck. Hannibal had to resist the urge to lean down and press his lips against that vulnerable area, then let them trace to Will's jawline, and eventually to the softness of his mouth.

He really hadn't intended to seduce Will tonight, but it seemed as though that might be inevitable. The thought didn't bother him; in fact, it rather intrigued him.

Would will be ready to give himself over to seduction tonight? Or would he hold back at the last moment and let his fears get the better of him yet again? It would be interesting to find out which way things would go -- and to see just how far he could push.

He slowly circled his thumbs around the knotted muscles at the base of Will's neck, frowning as he did so. "Will, why are you so tense?"

"I'm always tense these days," Will admitted, his voice coming out on a sigh. "But that's doing a lot to take care of it. That feels good." He took a deep breath, and though Hannibal waited for him to speak again, he didn't. He merely sighed, and fell silent.

So Will enjoyed this, did he? Well, Hannibal would give him more to enjoy. Much, much more. And he would take this further than he had originally planned.

After all, Will needed to be brought to life. Sensual life.

He had wanted to do this for a very long time; the only thing that had stopped him was Will's obvious fear, his problems with intimacy. Well, that would be swept aside tonight.

His hands moved from Will's neck to his shoulders, still massaging, working out the kinks and knots. He knew why Will was so tense, of course; it was the combination of all the stress when he was working in the field, and the fact that he felt uncomfortable now.

But that discomfort would cease shortly, Hannibal told himself. It would be swept away in the wake of the new sensations he would make Will feel.

It might not be easy to get the young man out of his clothes, to make him reveal the beautiful body that lay beneath those terrible garments. But he would do so, no matter how much Hannibal might have to cajole. He would let Hannibal see him bared and vulnerable.

And then all it would take was one touch, and Will would be more his than he had ever been. Yes, tonight was the night to make that happen, at long last.

He was looking forward to it more than he ever had to anything.

Oh, he and Will wouldn't consummate their relationship tonight. He would keep Will waiting, keep him on the very edge of desire, make him squirm a bit.

But he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold his own desires back for long. He had wanted Will from the first time he had laid eyes on this gorgeous young man, and he meant to have him. Not only physically, but mentally, emotionally, in every way.

A great deal of that had already been accomplished; only the physical aspect remained. Hannibal was sure that it wouldn't take Will long to immerse in that physicality.

Slowly, carefully, Hannibal moved his hands over Will's shoulders, until he could reach the top button of the plaid shirt he wore. Within seconds, the top two buttons were undone.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Will's voice trembled slightly, but Hannibal noticed with satisfaction that he didn't move to button his shirt back up again. Will wanted this just as much as he did; he wanted to be bared to Hannibal's gaze, whether he realized it or not.

"Undressing you," Hannibal whispered, bending down to nibble at Will's earlobe. "I want to see you revealed to me, Will. I want to see all of you."

Will swallowed hard, then nodded slowly. "I want you to see me."

"Then let me see you, William." Hannibal ceased touching Will, stepping away from the chair to give Will room to push it back and get to his feet. "Let me see all of you."

Will nodded, swallowing hard as he stood up and turned to face Hannibal. The older man almost wanted to laugh at the emotions he saw chasing across those mobile features, but refrained from doing so. Will looked so .... adorably confused.

It was as though he didn't know what to do with the emotions that were coursing through him, how to even begin to compartmentalize them.

Hannibal could tell that desire was warring with fear; he had to make sure that the desire won out. "You look lovely with your clothes on, Will," he murmured, keeping his voice soft and gentle. "But I'm sure that you are even more beautiful when they're gone."

"I don't know about that," Will answered with a shaky laugh. "But you're about to find out. I hope you like what you see."

"I know I will," Hannibal answered, his smile genuine. "I have no doubt of it."

He watched as Will reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly and then pulling it off. The t-shirt that he wore underneath was next, coming off in a few seconds.

Hannibal couldn't help smiling as he took in the sculpted muscles of Will's body; they weren't bulging or obvious, but long and slender. He had what was commonly referred to as a swimmer's body, long and lean and defined. The kind of body that Hannibal liked.

He had to resist the urge to lick his lips when Will reached for the buckle of his belt, then popped the button on his jeans. Only a few moments now, and he would see Will bare.

He could tell that the young man's hands were trembling as he slid his jeans and boxers down his long legs, then stepped out of them. Will didn't look at him; he simply stood there, arms at his sides, letting Hannibal gaze at his nude body.

There had never been such a magnificent sight in all the world, Hannibal told himself. Waiting so long for Will to be fully revealed to him had definitely been worth it.

Such beauty should never be clothed, he told himself, then pushed that thought aside. It was ridiculous, of course; Will couldn't simply run around naked all the time. And he certainly didn't want anyone else to look upon the beauty that belonged solely to him.

Moving forward, he caught Will's chin in one hand, raising the young man's face to his, his free arm sliding around Will's waist.

He knew exactly what direction he wanted this evening to take.