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Title: Skin To Skin
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 31, Skin
Author's Note: Sequel to "Public Declaration."
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.


He had watched Will all through the party like a hawk.

Now, all he wanted to do was to take his young lover upstairs, to strip him out of that expensive suit he was wearing, the one that Hannibal had bought for him.

He wanted to reveal that glowing, almost pearlescent skin, feel its velvety smoothness under his fingertips, be skin to skin with Will. He wanted to lay the young man down on his bed and worship that gorgeous body with his hands and mouth.

He wanted Will to writhe under him, to beg for him, to plead to be taken. And then he wanted to slide into Will, to fill him and make him his own.

He wanted to find his home within Will Graham.

Being inside Will was a paradise he had never thought he would attain; he'd thought at first that he would only have glimpses of it, but that he would never dwell there.

Now, he knew better. There was a bond forged between himself and Will, a bond that had only grown much stronger with time. When he had saved Will's life, literally brought him back from the edge of death, that bond had been sealed forever.

WIll's ultimate fate had been in his hands then, and he had chosen to draw the young man closer to him, to plead with Will not to leave him.

That plea had touched him, shaken him much more than he had realized.

And he had meant every word of it. He didn't want a life without Will by his side.

He had never thought of himself and his life in terms of love before. He had long since given up the idea that he could love. He hadn't looked for love.

But somehow, miraculously, he had found it. He had spent hours dissecting his feeling for Will, and he had come to the conclusion that they couldn't be anything but love. Why else would he have felt so devastated by the idea of losing him?

Now that he had found love, he intended to celebrate it in every way possible. He would never let Will go; they would always be together.

He intended to further strengthen their union, both emotionally and physically.

The party was over, and the last guests were leaving. Within a few moments, he would be able to take Will upstairs, and enjoy the rest of the night to the fullest.

He would leave everything else for tomorrow; tonight, he wanted to be skin to skin with Will, to forget about everything else other than the sheer pleasure of taking the man he loved. Yes, loved. He could say the word to himself now. it was no longer difficult.

Besides, he had an idea that he wanted to approach Will with. He was sure that there would be a bit of resistance at first, but he could talk Will into it.

But first, they had the rest of the evening to enjoy themselves.