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Title: Stuck in A Moment You Can't Get Out Of
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.


Will went limp in Hannibal's arms, as though his legs were giving out underneath him. He didn't think he could stand up without leaning against the other man; he seemed to have lost the ability to stand up, even though his body was suddenly aflame with desire.

Hannibal's lips on his weren't soft and exploratory, as they'd been the first time the two of them had kissed. This kiss was much more than that; it was demanding, hard, rough.

He was leaning against Hannibal, the other man's arm around his waist; Hannibal's other hand was against the back of his head, making sure that he couldn't break away from the bruising kiss. Hannibal was completely in control; Will could do nothing but follow his lead.

When the kiss finally ended, he couldn't speak, couldn't move; he could barely even breathe.

How could one kiss, one touch of a pair of lips upon another, turn his legs to water and his mind to mush? No one else's kiss had ever affected him in this way; not any of the women he'd ever kissed, or any of the men he'd fooled around with. None of them had really registered.

Hannibal was the only person who could move him to passion.

No, that wasn't entirely true, he told himself as he stared into the other man's eyes. He'd been moved to great passion before, but that had only been a physical need that his body had demanded he sate. This was entirely different. It was more than merely physical.

It wasn't love. No, this was as far from love as any emotion could get. But it was something more than lust, more than passion. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Do you want more, Will?" Hannibal asked, his voice very soft in the quiet of the room. "All you have to do is ask for it. I'll give you what you want, but I can't do that unless you tell me just what it is you want. I'm not a mind reader, you know."

Will hadn't realized that they were moving slowly across the room until he felt his back press against the door; somehow, Hannibal had managed to pin him there, restricting his ability to move. But he couldn't have moved if he'd tried; he was too lost in that gaze.

All the air seemed to be sucked out of the room; he couldn't breathe.

He was speaking, words that he wasn't consciously thinking of before he said them.

"I want you," he rasped out, the words shocking him even as they came out of his mouth. "Right over there. On that couch. No more words. No more talking. Just shut up and take me." To Will's surprise, his voice was strong and firm, with no hesitation.

He hadn't been so sure that he wanted Hannibal to take him again, not after the last time. He had thought that they would just talk and clear the air, and if they were going to be involved, to slow things down from the frenetic pace they seemed to be progressing at.

But those words he'd just uttered had taken away any chance of things slowing down .If anything, it was all speeding up now, circumstances whirling out of his control.

How could he stop this forward momentum? And did he really want to?

He felt paralyzed, as though he'd backed himself into a corner and he couldn't an inch in one direction or the other. With those few words, he had gotten stuck in a moment that he couldn't get out of, a moment that felt as though it was drawing out forever.

Then, Hannibal was turning him around and backing him towards the couch against the wall, the couch that he'd slept on just a few hours before. He was moving towards it without any will of his own, and he knew what would happen once he was lying there again.

Hannibal would do as he'd asked, and take him again. This time, there would be no surprises, no sudden moves, no unexpectedness. He was going into this with his eyes wide open, and he didn't that Hannibal was trying to hide anything from him.

That picture had changed everything. That, and the fact that he'd finally spoken what was in his mind, even if he hadn't been sure that he wanted to say the words even as they came out.

He glanced towards the easel again, but it was turned away from him, which was probably a good thing. He didn't need to see himself as Hannibal did; he needed to try to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground, and not try to make this into more than it was.

The problem was that he didn't know exactly what this was.

All he knew was that he wanted more of what Hannibal had already given him, that feeling of flying through the clouds, being completely free and unfettered. No one else had ever made him feel that way, and he doubted that anyone else ever could.

He fell backwards onto the couch, landing with a slight thump and a soft gasp. At once, Hannibal's hands were on the buttons of his shirt, pulling at the fabric until it slipped from his shoulders, then turning his attention to the button fly of Will's jeans and pushing the denim down.

And then Hannibal was shrugging out of his robe as Will kicked his jeans off, easing himself onto the couch and bending over Will, staring down at him with a frightening intensity.

This was the first time he'd really looked at Hannibal nude, and the sight took his breath away. He wanted to let his eyes feast on the other man's body, then let his hands follow that same path, touching, exploring, memorizing every inch of that magnificent body.

He wanted Hannibal inside him again. Now.

"I don't keep lube in this room," Hannibal said, his voice very soft, a hint of warning in his tone. "And I won't break the mood by going to look for it."

Will stared up at him, transfixed. This was another of those moments that he couldn't get out of; he knew that no matter what he said, the future was inevitable. He'd sealed his fate when he had let Hannibal lay him down here on the couch without thinking of any consequences.

He didn't want to think about them. He wanted Hannibal, right here, right now, and he would worry about the consequences of that later. He was going to reach out and take what he wanted; he would be selfish for once, and think about what he needed.

"I guess we don't need it," he murmured, his mouth dry. It would only hurt for a few seconds, he told himself. At least, he hoped that would be the case.

Hannibal frowned, then raised his brows as though a thought had just come to him.

"Wait," he said, shifting his position, a thoughtful expression coming over his face. "There is a way -- and I think it's something you would enjoy." He looked down at Will questioningly, studying his face before he spoke again. "You've been with other men before, correct?"

Will nodded slowly, feeling the need to qualify that statement. "I've fooled around with other guys. Blow jobs, stuff like that. But you've the only man I've ever .... really been with."

Hannibal's smile flickered again before he raised himself onto his knees, moving up Will's body until he was poised above the young man's face, looking down at him with that strange little smile hovering on his lips. "I think you know what I mean."

Will could only gulp, nodding, his eyes wide. He did indeed know what Hannibal meant, though he couldn't quite believe what was happening.

He'd dreamed about this, but had never thought those dreams could come true.

And now they were. Will closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. If this was another moment he was going to be stuck in, then he never wanted to get out of it.