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Title: Scorched
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 2, Fire
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.

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This was all he wanted, Will thought as he reached for the hem of his shirt to tug it off over his head and throw it to the floor. He wanted to be with Hannibal, no matter how uncomfortable it might be to have sex on his living room couch. He'd take what he could get.

Hannibal might think they'd be much more comfortable in Will's bed, but he didn't seem to show any inclination to move them from the couch.

Will had never had sex on this couch -- or in his own bed, for that matter. His couplings with Hannibal had always been at the other man's home; there seemed to be some kind of unwritten rule that they avoided being together here, as though it was off-limits.

Maybe Hannibal felt it was getting too close, too personal.

Though he didn't see how they could get much more personal than joining their bodies, Will thought as he raised his hips so that Hannibal could pull off his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare beneath the other man, waiting with bated breath for whatever Hannibal would do next.

Molten lava was already coursing through his veins, a fire that he couldn't hold back. It was always like this when he was with Hannibal; the desire that took over his body was uncontrollable, like a raging fire that swept through him, leaving him spent but still wanting more.

He would never be able to get enough of Hannibal; he was sure that the fire within him would never be put out, that his desire would never be sated. He was addicted to Hannibal, hooked on him as surely as he could be on any drug that he chose to take.

If Hannibal didn't put this fire out here and now, it would consume him as surely as the fever in his brain was doing at this very moment. Only it would move much more swiftly, burning him from the inside out, reducing him to nothing more than a pile of smoldering ash.

He needed that fire, needed to be scorched by its intensity.

It only took Hannibal a few seconds to divest himself of his clothes; Will's eyes widened when his lover pulled a tube of lubricant from the pocket of his jacket. Obviously, Hannibal had come here today knowing that they would be intimate.

How could he have known that, unless .... he had intended for this to happen. He had planned on seducing Will, planned on the two of them being together.

At any other time, Will would have instantly been suspicious of Hannibal's motives, but at the moment, he needed the other man too much to think about them. Closing his eyes, he let Hannibal push his thighs apart, giving himself over to whatever his lover intended to do with him.

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