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Title: Risks
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 2, Fire
Author's Note: Sequel to "Taking Their Pleasure."
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.


The distance between them was gone. It had simply .... vanished.

Who would have known that such a feeling of distance could have been replaced so quickly by such fire, such passion? Will thought, smiling inwardly.

He hadn't expected that fiery explosion of lovemaking, but he was glad that it had happened. It had affirmed the closeness between the two of them, a closeness that he needed to feel. It had made him realize more than ever just how much this relationship meant to him.

Hannibal was the center of his world, and if that center fell away, he wouldn't have much of anything left. Not anything that really mattered to him, anyway.

Oh, he would still have a life, what many people might call a good one.

He would still have his work, his home, his dogs. He would still have friends, in a way, even though he never let people get too close to him.

But without Hannibal, he wouldn't have love in his life; he wouldn't have someone to be with, someone who cared for him just as much as he did for them. He would be alone again, behind the wall that he'd always tried to hide himself behind, to keep himself safe.

He had always thought he was safe, too, Will reflected. Safe from being hurt, safe from his own emotions, safe from pain and fear and taking risks.

Hannibal had changed all that. Hannibal had made him realize that if he didn't take some emotional risks, then he didn't truly live.

Taking those risks had been frightening at first. It still was, in some ways. But the firs that flickered between the two of them, and rose higher to become a roaring conflagration whenever their bodies met, was worth taking any risk in the world for.

That fire had become the center of his being, his reason for existing. It had become a part of him, a part that he never wanted to lose.

Even when the flames rose so high that they threatened to consume him.

Those flames had certain risen to unprecedented heights last night, Will thought, blushing at the memory. The fire between himself and Hannibal had never burned so brightly.

He wanted to hold that fire close to him, even though he knew that it could be dangerous, that he could be singed or even burned. That was one of the risks of giving his heart, of becoming emotionally involved, he told himself. Bring burned was always a possibility.

But even if he was burned, somehow he was sure that the burns would be worth it. They would be his badge of honor, his proof that he had gone through the fire.

And his proof that he had managed to come out safely on the other side.