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Title: Softness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 50, Soft
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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 took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He wasn't sure that this was the right time to go as far as Will seemed to want them to, but he couldn't hold himself back. He wanted this young man too much. And what Will wanted, he would gladly give.

He wanted to be out of his own clothes, as well as divest Will of his; he wanted the contact of skin to skin, with no barriers between their bodies.

But first, he had to concentrate on divesting Will of his clothes, a procedure that he greatly looked forward to. This was going to be fascinating -- and very arousing. He had wanted to see Will naked for so long, and it was finally going to happen.

His hands were trembling, as well as his body.

Hannibal opened his eyes, looking down at the young man under him to find Will gazing back at him. those blue eyes reflecting nothing but love and trust. His heart seemed to turn over in his chest; he wanted to take Will into his arms and hold him close.

How could anyone be so completely trusting -- and so utterly desirable? He'd thought that he had desired others before Will, but what he had felt then was nothing compared to the feelings that flooded through him when his gaze met Will's.

Slowly, carefully, his hands moved to the button and zipper on Will's jeans, making quick work of them and slowly sliding the fabric down those narrow hips.

His mouth was dry, his heart beating fast. Within seconds, he would finally see what he had longed to gaze upon since the first time he had laid eyes on Will Graham. He would see that beautiful young body in all its naked glory.

His held his breath as Will raised his hips so he could pull those jeans down and off.

Hannibal almost didn't want to look; he was sure that the sight of Will naked beneath him would make him burst into tears and thank any deity that he could name for his good fortune. But he let his gaze roam up and down Will's nude body, taking in every inch of bare flesh.

Will was even more beautiful naked than he was with his clothes on, Hannibal though, his mind a daze of impressions, all of which rendered him speechless.

Will's skin was like porcelain; his body was alabaster perfection. For just a moment, Hannibal wasn't sure that he had the right to touch such beauty; he didn't believe that anyone should touch Will, that any mere human should dare to defile him with their desire.

But that feeling didn't last for long. Will was his -- his to touch, his to kiss, his to hold, his to love. Hadn't Will already told him as much? Will wanted him -- just as badly as he wanted Will. The two of them were fated, destined, meant to be.

This was his destiny, his design. This was written in the stars.

Will's skin was the softest thing he had ever touched, softer than anything he could bring to mind. Hannibal was certain that the young man beneath him would melt away, that he was dreaming, that he wasn't really touching the perfection of Will's body.

It didn't seem possible that anyone could be so perfect. He raised a hand to gently skin his fingertips across Will's cheek; the slight stubble there belied the softness of his skin, as though Will sought to hide how vulnerable he was behind a prickly exterior.

He couldn't believe how soft Will's skin was -- Hannibal felt as though he was touching clouds, touching angel's wings. He was lifted to the clouds, transported to the skies.

Just touching Will was enough to convince him that he was in heaven. This beautiful angel who had offered himself to him so sweetly was giving him a one-way ticket to paradise -- and he intended to returned that favor in every way that he could.

Whatever happened between them tonight, he would make it perfect.

Sitting up, Hannibal tugged at his own shirt; it wasn't hard to remove, as there were not sleeves, and Will had already unfastened the row of buttons down the front. He shrugged out of his, then stood up to unbutton and unzip the black jeans he was wearing.

He didn't usually dress this casually, but he was glad that he'd done so today. Had something told him that he would have to get out of his clothes quickly?

Be that as it were, he did so with all haste. Looking down at Will, he saw that the young man's eyes had widened; Will looked startled, as though he hadn't quite expected what he was seeing. Hannibal was sure that Will was feeling more than a little overwhelmed.

"Don't worry, my sweet," he whispered, moving to take his place above Will again. "Nothing will happen that you don't want. I promise you that." He bent to brush his mouth across Will's parted lips again, wanting to taste their sweetness.

This was all he had ever dreamed of, and more.

Without hesitation, he took Will into his arms, burying his face in the crook of the younger man's neck and shoulder. He wanted to lose himself in Will, breathe him in, luxuriate in the moment.

His hands moved down over Will's soft skin, over his chest, down to his stomach, coming to rest at last on his slender hips. He knew what he wanted to do, and he hoped that it was something Will would welcome. In just a few moments, he would know if that was the case.