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Title: Something More
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Prompt: 24, Silence
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.
***The silence seemed to press in around them, like a breath being held.
Will faced Hannibal, unsure of what to say -- or even if he should say anything. Hannibal would tell him what he wanted; he was used to that, but he wasn't used to being looked at in that way, with those hooded eyes, that hungry gaze.
Hannibal wanted him; he didn't doubt that. He never had. But this seemed .... different, somehow. This wasn't just desire. It wasn't simple lust. Hannibal wanted something more from him than sex.
It suddenly occurred to him just what Hannibal wanted; it didn't need to be put into words. He could tell from that dark, hungry gaze what his lover was after; Hannibal didn't need to ask for it, or make it any clearer just what he expected from Will.
Hannibal wanted his soul.
Hadn't he already given that up when they had first become lovers? a part of him argued. He had no more soul left that he could call his own. It had been given to Hannibal, freely, willingly. He had given his body and soul -- though possibly not his heart.
Did he love Hannibal? He didn't think so. He was fond of him, yes, but that didn't translate into love. Love wasn't something that either of them wanted from this relationship; this was about a satiating of mutual needs, not about falling in love.
Besides, he didn't believe in that drivel. It was something that only people who read bad romance novels would expect; he was more realistic. He knew that what he shared with Hannibal could never be called love; that was too simple a word for their complicated relationship.
In moments like this, he couldn't help but wonder if he was doing the right thing by being with Hannibal. This silence that seemed to stretch into forever, that look on his lover's face that was almost terrifying even while it beckoned him to come nearer .... it was all a bit much.
But he would answer that siren call. He had no choice.
Maybe it wasn't love, but he didn't need love. He needed to have his desires fulfilled, desires that had torn at him for years before he had finally met the one man who could satisfy them. He couldn't turn away from this. Not of his own free will. Not now, not ever.
This was what he wanted, what he needed. If only the silence that had fallen between them wasn't so unnerving, making him feel as though he was balancing on a knife edge.
"Lie down on the bed, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice quiet in the darkened room. "On your stomach, hands behind your back." His tone sent a chill down Will's spine; this wasn't going to be the gentle lover, then. This would be a night of unbridled passion.
He obeyed, going to the bed and lying down, to wait for whatever came next.
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