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Title: Second Thoughts
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Author's Note: Sequel to "To the Next Level."
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.


Will swallowed hard as he watched Hannibal undress, his eyes riveted on the other man.

He couldn't have pulled his gaze away if he'd wanted to -- and he definitely didn't want to. This was what he had wanted for longer than he could remember.

Seeing Hannibal naked before him, ready to pull him into those strong arms and have his way with him -- yes, that was what he wanted. He might be having second thoughts now, but that was only because the longing was finally going to be assuaged.

Didn't everybody feel this way when a dream they'd had for a long time was finally on the cusp of coming true? It wasn't unusual to feel .... fear, along with the desire.

But it wasn't just a surface fear that he felt. It was an apprehension that came from deep within him, telling him to flee, that he was making a mistake, that something wasn't right about what was going to happen. It was a primal instinct from the core of his being.

Will pushed that instinct down, firmly pushing the fear away. This was Hannibal. He knew this man. There was nothing for him to be afraid of. Nothing.

Well, there might be a little pain, but that was inevitable with his first time.

He expected that pain, even welcomed it, in a way. It would tell him that he had finally leapt an abyss, that he had done something he'd always been curious about.

He had never let himself take a lover before; he'd never wanted to be with anyone unless he was sure in his heart that he loved them as well as wanted them, that they were the one. He felt that with Hannibal. He had from their very first meeting.

He could sweep away those little shards of apprehension; they were just small fears that would hold him back from what he truly wanted.

His gaze didn't waver from Hannibal as the other man slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off; Will let his eyes roam over the planes of Hannibal's chest, the muscular biceps, the flat stomach. He had a great body; he obviously kept himself in good shape.

How would it feel to have those arms around him, pinning him down against the pillows while Hannibal took him? The thought made a shiver of anticipation flash through his body.

That would happen tonight. Hannibal would have him.

They were both going to enjoy this night. Will didn't doubt that for one moment. He just had to push those fears away, not let them loom large in his mind.

His breath hitched in his throat when Hannibal began working at his belt buckle; within moments, he would see the object of his desire bare before him.

He couldn't count all the nights that he'd dreamed of seeing Hannibal nude, of this man taking him to bed, their bodies joining in the ultimate pleasure. There had been far too many nights when he'd touched himself and cried out Hannibal's name as he came.

Too many nights of touching himself and wishing that it was Hannibal's hands on his bare flesh, too many nights of yearning for the loneliness to come to an end.

Tonight would mark the end of that loneliness. After tonight, Hannibal would fill those spaces where there had only been emptiness before.

Hannibal would fill that emptiness. Will wouldn't have to be alone any more, and he wouldn't have to spend his nights yearning for a man he thought he could never have. He'd taken the first step; now, he just had to be brave enough to keep moving forward.

He could do that, Will told himself, swallowing hard as his gaze followed the movements of Hannibal's hands unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

When he pushed those trousers down his long legs and stepped out of them, just one step towards Will, the younger man's blue eyes widened, and he gasped softly.

He hadn't expected Hannibal to be so .... well, big.

That was supposed to fit inside him? There was no way that could happen. It was far too large, too imposing, too .... powerful.

For a moment, his resolve wavered; he wanted to take a step back, hold out his hands in front of himself to keep Hannibal from moving closer. He'd made a mistake; he wasn't ready for this. He would simply tell Hannibal that it wasn't the right time, put his clothes on, and leave.

But no, he couldn't do that. If he did, he might not get a second chance. He'd been brave tonight by being here and taking the first step -- he had to take the next one.

So he took a step towards Hannibal, reaching out one hand and letting the words in his head flow into his tongue. "You're the most amazing sight I've ever laid eyes on," he murmured, his gaze moving up to meet Hannibal's dark, enigmatic eyes.

"And you are the same to me, my beautiful Will," Hannibal answered, his voice very and husky. "I believe that tonight will be a wish fulfilled, on both sides."

Before he had time to contemplate what that meant, Hannibal stepped forward.

And then, without words or warning, Will was in his arms, their bodies pressed close together, Hannibal's cock rubbing against his own.

The sensation sent a flood of warmth through Will, a jolt of desire sweeping over his body and shaking him to the core. He'd known that he wanted Hannibal before, but this intimate contact only showed him just how much he desired the other man.

He could feel Hannibal's hands moving down his body to cup his ass, to pull him closer, and he instinctively did the same, his hands searching, exploring.

Will heard a soft moan, only dimly aware that it came from his own throat. His body felt as though it was on fire, every inch of him burning for the man who was holding him, the man he wanted more than he'd ever imagined he could want anything.

His head fell back as Hannibal's mouth captured his in a kiss that had him seeing stars; all he could do was clutch at Hannibal's shoulders to keep himself standing upright.

Though he knew that within a few moments, he would be on his back.