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Title: Almost Hear You Sigh
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
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.


Hannibal hissed between his teeth, closing his eyes as his body went even more taut and tense than it had been. He'd known that Will would be tight, but he hadn't expected this incredible heat, this inferno that only made his desire rage even higher.

This wasn't going to last long at the rate he was going. He would have to slow down.

Taking a deep breath, Hannibal pulled back, almost all the way out, looking down at Will. He knew that this wasn't entirely pleasurable for Will, and he hadn't intended for it to be. He wanted to see just how far he could push the young man past his pain threshold.

That would show him a lot about Will -- and about how far he could take things before he would have to pull back and exercise a bit of caution. He didn't intend to harm Will, of course, but he certainly wasn't above inflicting more than a little pain to see just how far he could go.

After all, pushing past barriers was one thing he was good at. He and Will had done quite a bit of that in their impromptu psychiatric sessions; now he wanted to translate that into the physical. He didn't know yet whether that would be easily accomplished.

Hannibal took a deep breath before he pushed inside Will again, taking his time and moving slowly. He wasn't going to hurry; he would take his time and savor this pleasure.

He captured Will's wrists again, raising them above the young man's head as his hips thrust forward of their own volition. He couldn't stop himself from moving forward, his hips thrusting harder than he'd intended them to; he was getting carried away by the physical sensations.

Much more of this, and he'd completely submerge himself in Will.

As much as he wanted to do just that, Hannibal knew that he had to keep his wits about him; he had to study Will, to watch his reactions, to find out just how far he could push this fragile beauty before he began to crack. He had a feeling that it wouldn't take much.

He would keep pushing, just a little at a time, until Will finally broke, shattering into innumerable little pieces. He would thoroughly enjoy reassembling those pieces, putting Will back together as he saw fit, training him to be exactly what Hannibal wanted.

Oh, that was a lovely fantasy. But it would be a while before Will was at that point; he would have to slow down, to be patient, to let that breakdown happen gradually.

He would lull Will with pleasure first, draw him in until he was so tightly bound in Hannibal that there was no way he could envision life without their bond. Then, only then, could he be sure that Will would slowly break under whatever pressure was brought to bear on him.

The pleasure that he felt at the moment was almost lulling him, and he didn't want that. He wanted to keep his senses alert, honed; sharpened; he wanted to be aware of all that Will was feeling, aware of anything that seemed to be particularly pleasurable for him.

But it was hard to do that when he wanted to concentrate on his own pleasure.

Taking Will like this had been a mistake; he didn't want to look at the young man's face, didn't want to see that pleasure written on his handsome features.

It was much easier when he took Will from behind, when he could concentrate on the interactions between their bodies, and not be distracted by how beautiful Will looked when he was being pleasured. Maybe what was needed was for him to add a little pain to that pleasure.

His next thrust was harder and deeper; Will moaned softly, straining against Hannibal's grip on his wrists. Hannibal allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction; yes, that was more of the reaction that he had wanted to see.

He needed to discover just how to break Will, just how far he could push him to the edge this time. He wasn't going to tip the scales; it wasn't time for that yet, as much as he'd like to do so. But this was only the first of many times; all he needed was to have Will coming back for more.

Oh, he would do that, Hannibal thought. He would keep coming back after this. He wouldn't be able to resist the intimacy that was growing between the two of them.

Will needed that intimacy, needed it desperately.

He sucked in a deep breath, aware that he was on the verge of orgasm. He hadn't expected it to happen this quickly, hadn't expected his own desire to flare this hot and high. He would have to rethink his plan of action before he took Will again.

He'd be able to relax and enjoy fucking Will more in the future; this time was more of an exploration, for him to see how much further he needed to push.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he thrust again, then again, hard and deep, his rhythm starting to become disjointed. The closer he came to climax, the more unhinged he felt; this wasn't working as he had thought it would. Not at all.

Will was too tempting, too much of a distraction. It was too disconcerting to be able to hold him down and watch every fleeting expression on his face.

This wasn't what he had expected. He had thought he would be more in control.

He needed that control; if it slipped away from him, then this was just sex, and he wanted his physical relationship with Will to be more than that. It wasn't based on emotions, or even on physical pleasure; it was based on how much control he could exert.

At the moment, it felt strangely as though he might be the one under control.

No, that wasn't going to be allowed to happen. Anger flared through him, making him thrust forward even more roughly, until Will cried out and squirmed under him, those intense blue eyes opening and staring unseeingly up at him, his lips parting on Hannibal's name.

He could almost hear Will sigh, almost hear something more behind that whisper, before it became a cry of pain. He could feel Will's body tighten around him, just as his own orgasm overtook him. He thrust forward once more, his own soft groan joining Will's.

Hannibal let himself collapse on top of Will, not caring that the young man hadn't achieved orgasm along with him. The last thing on his mind was Will's pleasure; he was too disconcerted by the fact that he hadn't been able to view Will objectively while they were intimate.

Will whimpered softly, struggling against Hannibal's grip on his wrists; slowly, Hannibal released him and sat up, looking down at the young man, raising a brow.

"I believe I owe you something," he said softly, one hand moving down to stroke Will's erection. "I'm sorry, Will. I didn't mean to take my pleasure and ignore yours. It won't happen again." A lie, of course, but Will didn't know that, and never would.

His lips curved in a smile at the thought of what he was about to do.

Hannibal slowly pulled out of Will, then slid down his body, keeping his gaze fixed on the other man's face, on those intense blue eyes, before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.