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Title: Sleeplessness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 20 in 20 Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: 15 - Sleeping
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 turned over, growling and punching the pillow before lying his head down on it again. He hated having insomnia; he wished that he could simply lie down in bed, pull the covers up, and fall asleep, like any normal person did when they were tired.

But not him. His brain wouldn't stop spinning long enough for him to do that. It kept throwing images and ideas at him, long after he should have fallen asleep.

He never felt like this when he slept at Hannibal's house.

Of course, when he did that, he was always tired from their sexual encounters by the time he finally drifted off to sleep. Sex always made him sleepy -- but then, that was normal and natural, Hannibal assured him. There was nothing unusual about falling asleep after sex.

That wasn't something he would have known before he met Hannibal. Will felt the slow blush spread over his cheeks; things like that always embarrassed him.

It shouldn't be so hard for him to think about sex with Hannibal, not he was alone in his own bed at home. When he was with Hannibal, there was no embarrassment; that only came when he thought about what they did, not in the heat of the moment.

He had no reason to be embarrassed.

Hannibal was his lover; there was no shame in that. Not only his lover, but the man he loved. The man he wanted to give himself to in every way, the man he intended to spend his life with. That thought didn't bring a blush to his cheeks.

No, the only thing that made him blush was the memory of the things that Hannibal did to him in the dead of night, in the privacy of that huge bedroom.

Why should he be embarrassed? He was sure that the things Hannibal did to him were no different than what thousands of couples did together; there was no reason to be ashamed of something that was a natural, healthy part of human life.

And sex helped him sleep, when nothing else did.

Will smiled sourly, turning over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. That wasn't exactly the best reason for wanting to spend time with Hannibal -- and it wasn't like he could tell his lover that. "Hey, I want to spend the night and have sex with you so I can sleep."

He grimaced at the very thought of saying such words to Hannibal. Yeah, that would earn him point with the man who was his lover. Not.

Hannibal would more than likely be insulted to hear something like that -- and Will wouldn't blame him in the slightest. It wasn't a great reason for wanting to be with anybody -- though that wasn't why he wanted to spend time with Hannibal, of course.

He loved Hannibal. He craved being in the other man's presence.

That was why he wanted to be there right now, in Hannibal's bed, in his arms, instead of being here, alone, in a cold and empty bed. He wanted the peacefulness that came with knowing that he was wanted, and, yes, loved.

And dammit, he wanted to be able to sleep. Will punched the pillow again, stifling a curse. He hated this sleeplessness, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Not unless he drove into Baltimore and knocked on Hannibal's front door, and he wasn't about to do that. Not at nearly one o'clock in the morning. Then Hannibal really would think he was going insane, and probably wouldn't even let him into the house.

No, all he could do was lie here, and try his best to go to sleep.

Easier said than done, he grumbled to himself as he punched the pillow again. If he couldn't go to sleep within the next hour or so, he'd give up, go downstairs, make a pot of coffee, and sit up all night reading a book. It wouldn't be the first time.

He'd talk to Hannibal about this sleeplessness tomorrow. They'd discussed it before, but hadn't talked about ways to deal with it. Will thought it was past time they did.

Maybe he'd end up spending the night at Hannibal's, and actually getting some sleep.