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Title: The Art of Seduction
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #484, Seduction
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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Will stared up at Hannibal, unwilling to look away. If he did, then he would be backing down, and he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to be intimidated by this man, even though there were times when he did feel uneasy around Hannibal.

This was one of those times.

He didn't know why a shiver ran down his spine, why he felt as though he might be making a mistake to put so much trust in this man.

But the moment passed quickly, and Will found himself stretching out and raising his hands above his head, smiling up at Hannibal and feeling, for once, as though he was in control. Hannibal wanted him; he knew that. He would use that desire to his advantage.

"We seem to be on the same wavelength," Hannibal told him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out several silk scarves. The sight of them made Will's smile vanish in an instant; he had an idea of what Hannibal was going to do, and that made him very uneasy.

He didn't like being unable to move; it made him feel too helpless, too constrained. But how was he supposed to tell Hannibal that he didn't want to be tied up?

Hannibal placed a finger on his lips, silencing him even before he could speak.

"Give it a chance, Will," he said softly, his gaze not moving from Will's face. "I promise you, I won't hurt you in any way. Give yourself over to me, to your desires. I can promise that there'll be no pain, only pleasure. By the end of the night, you'll be begging for more."

Will wanted to refute those words; for some reason, he didn't like the confidence behind Hannibal's words. The other man seemed to think that he knew him intimately.

But he did, didn't he? Hannibal knew more about him than people who he'd been acquainted with for far longer; Hannibal had gotten inside his head and peered around in there. Hannibal knew more about what made him tick than anyone else did.

Sometimes, he thought Hannibal might know him better than he knew himself.

That thought was frightening, but he had to admit that it was true. There was no reason for him not to trust this man; they couldn't move forward unless he did.

Slowly, he nodded, his gaze not leaving Hannibal's face. It remained to be seen just how he would react to being tied up, but he was willing to let Hannibal try it. Maybe he'd be able to get past that uneasiness, that fear he'd always had of being bound.

Hannibal smiled, taking one of the silk scarves in his hands and leaning forward. Will closed his eyes, feeling resigned, wondering if he would involuntarily struggle when Hannibal bound his wrists. He hoped not; he didn't want to make Hannibal turn away from him.

But to his surprise, Hannibal didn't immediate bind his wrists. He could feel those soft lips caressing the sensitive skin of first one wrist, then the other, the warmth of Hannibal's tongue on his flesh.

Then the soft silk was wrapping around his wrists, first one and then the other, tying them together before securing them above his head. Will realized that Hannibal had tied the long length of silk to the iron frame of his bed, effectively imprisoning him.

He opened his eyes to find Hannibal gazing down at him, frowning slightly.

"Are you all right?" Hannibal whispered, his gaze steady on Will's face. "Don't worry, Will. Nothing I do to you will be unpleasant. There is an art to seduction, as I intend to show you."

Will swallowed hard, unsure as to just what Hannibal meant. He was definitely at a disadvantage here, even though his ankles weren't tied. It would be easy for Hannibal to hold him down; he was putting a lot of trust in this man to let himself be bound and helpless.

But he had to trust Hannibal. If he didn't, then their relationship was going nowhere.

His mouth was dry, his body taut and tense. He had no idea what Hannibal was going to do -- but he didn't think that he'd find it unpleasant. If it involved Hannibal's hands and mouth, he would definitely enjoy it. He'd been dreaming those hands and that mouth all day.

Will watched as Hannibal picked up the handful of sweet Williams, carefully choosing a flower from among the bunch. He smoothed a finger down one of the petals, then glanced at Will with a smile. "Like velvet," he said softly before leaning forward.

Will closed his eyes as the petals brushed against his cheek, holding back a soft moan. He hadn't known that flowers petals could feel so erotic against his skin.

Maybe it was just because he was tied up, but somehow, those cool, velvety petals almost felt like the touch of Hannibal's fingers as he moved them down Will's cheek to his lips, then down his throat, letting the petals caress his bare skin with a feather-light touch.

Those petals moved lower, down to his, brushing across first one nipple, then the other. Will could feel his body responding, each nipple pebbling.

Those petals moved even lower, swirling around his navel.

What else was Hannibal planning to do with those flower petals? Will could feel himself hardening, though he didn't open his eyes to look down at his body. He knew that Hannibal was watching him, taking note of every reaction to all that he was doing.

He didn't need to look at Hannibal to know that he was being observed -- and somehow, the knowledge that Hannibal was watching his reactions made this even more erotic.

The petals moved down again, brushing against the soft flesh of his inner thigh, and this time, he did moan aloud, a wordless, soft cry. Hie wrists jerked against the silk scarves, though he knew that it would be impossible to free himself.

Will's hips jerked upwards as those petals brushed against his balls, then moved to his other thigh. This was driving him crazy; he would go mad before it was over.

Either that, or he would have the strongest orgasm he'd ever experienced.

That was what Hannibal intended, wasn't it? This torment was designed to arouse his body to a fever pitch before he came, to ensure that he would be limp and boneless, helpless against anything else that Hannibal might decide to do to him.

He couldn't hold back a gasp when he felt those soft flowers petals at the base of his cock, moving up towards the tip, then swirling around the sensitive head. His hips jerked again, his body tightening; Will knew that he was closer to the edge than Hannibal might want him to be.

He wasn't going to hold himself back. There was no way that he could. If Hannibal kept teasing him with those flowers petals, he was going to come in mere seconds.

There was no way he could tell himself to hold back; the sensations that the soft stroking of the petals against his skin were causing coursed through his body, making him moan again. He was close, so close .... if only Hannibal would slow things down just a little ....

Will cried out Hannibal's name as a flood of pleasure washed over him; he had been so lost in trying to follow what those petals were doing to him that his climax took him by surprise.

He lay there for several long moment,s his chest heaving, not daring to open his eyes. He knew that Hannibal would be looking down at him, that slight smile on his lips.

The smile that said Will had responded just as he'd thought he would.

When he finally did open his eyes, that was exactly what he saw. A flash of irritation went through him, a feeling that quickly disappeared when Hannibal leaned forward to brush his lips against Will's then bowed his head to flick his tongue over one tender nipple.

Was he going to do more? Will wasn't sure that he could deal with that; he already felt drained, his exhausted body incapable of dealing with any more stimulation.

"As I said, seduction is an art," Hannibal whispered as he raised his head from Will's chest. "There are many other things I intend to seduce you with, Will, but tonight was only an entreé. There is much more to come, but you'll have to be patient and wait for it."

With those words, he leaned forward and reached for the knots that bound Will's wrists, freeing him more quickly and easily than Will had thought he could.

He sat up slowly, resisting the urge to chafe his wrists. Being bound hadn't hurt; he hadn't thought about it once those flower petals had started their journey. It had almost felt natural to be tied up and helpless, not to be able to move while Hannibal pleasured him.

He'd never have thought he could feel that way before tonight.

Hannibal had broken down a barrier that had been within him for a long time, one that he'd thought he could never get past. Maybe he should thank the other man for that, but now didn't seem like the time. Not when it looked as if Hannibal was getting ready to leave.

"You're not staying?" Will asked, his voice very soft in the quiet of the room. If Hannibal wanted to leave, he wasn't going to ask him to stay. He had too much pride.

He wasn't going to seem needy. That was the last thing Hannibal would want; he wasn't the kind of man who could be drawn to someone who needed him too much. Will knew he would have to shove that need away, to make it seem as though their relationship was just .... casual.

It would be the hardest thing he'd ever done in his entire life.

Hannibal shook his head, smiling as he headed for the door. "No, I'm not," he answered, his voice equally soft. "You've had enough for one night." He paused by the doorway, tilting his head to the side and studying Will intently. "Good night, sweet William. Dream of me."

With those words, he was gone.

Will lay back and listened to the sound of Hannibal's footsteps going down the stairs; he vaguely heard the front door close. The dogs didn't make a sound; they were obviously getting used to Hannibal. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

He lay back down, moving the silk scarves out of the way. It was strange that Hannibal had left them there; he probably intended to use them again. Will hoped so.

Just thinking about how expertly Hannibal had seduced him tonight made his heart race in his chest; his body was tightening again at the mere thought of those lips on his skin. He could still feel those soft flower petals on his body, arousing him, making the blood race through his veins.

If that was what it was like to be seduced by Hannibal Lecter, then he wanted more of it. He wanted to drown in that seduction, to sink under those waves of pleasure and never come up for air again.

Nothing that anyone had ever done to him before had been that utterly perfect. He couldn't wait to see what else Hannibal had planned, all of the other ways in which he would be seduced.

He fell asleep with a small smile on his lips, his lover still in his thoughts.

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