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Title: Ring of Fire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 2, Fire
Author's Note: Sequel to "Fall Into You."
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 was sinking into a ring of fire that he couldn't climb out of.

But he didn't really want to get away from these exquisite sensations.

Will let Hannibal move those hands over his body, closing his eyes and suppressing the moan that came to his lips. He wasn't sure if he should make a sound.

He didn't know what Hannibal expected of him, if anything. Hannibal knew that he had never had a lover; he knew that this would be the first time Will had ever given himself to anyone. So how could he expect Will to know what he was supposed to do?

As though the other man had read his thoughts, Hannibal whispered into his ear, his voice soft and seductive. "Do whatever you please, Will. There is no right or wrong in this."

No right or wrong? How could that be?

But he wasn't going to question Hannibal's words. If this man told him to do what he felt like doing, then he would follow his instincts. He wouldn't hold back.

When Hannibal's hands moved down his body again, those warm palms sliding over the plane of his narrow hips, Will moaned softly, leaning back into Hannibal's embrace. And when those long, cool fingers closed over his cock and began stroking him, his moan became louder.

He'd never expected being touched to feel like this. Hannibal's fingers were cool, but they aroused a fire in him that grew hotter with each passing moment.

He felt as though they were inside a ring of fire, the conflagration growing higher every second. There was no way out for him now, no escape.

Strangely, he didn't want to escape any longer. He wanted to be here, in Hannibal's arms, facing whatever was going to happen tonight. Suddenly, it seemed more enticing than frightening; he was ready to take the next step, to see what would come of it.

Even though a part of him was still afraid of this, Will ruthlessly pushed that fear aside, refusing to listen to it. He wasn't going to run away.

It was past time to throw off the mantle of his fears and step forward.

Hannibal's other hand moved up to Will's chest, gently pinching and tweaking first one nipple, then the other, sending a flood of sensation through his body.

He had never known that anyone's hands could feel like this, that a mere touch could send flames through his body, licking at his skin, threatening to consume him. He wanted to be in bed with Hannibal now, wanted the other man's body bare beside his own.

He wanted everything that Hannibal had to give. He wanted it all, and he wanted it at this moment. He wanted that ring of fire to blaze ever higher and burn him to ashes.

The burn might be temporarily painful, but he would rise from those ashes like a phoenix.

Will moaned again, Hannibal's name on his lips.