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Title: A Taste For Submission
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "Targeted."
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 let out a soft sigh as he stretched out across Hannibal's bed; he had removed his clothes quickly, eager to be naked in Hannibal's arms. But to his disappointment, the other man had left the room, excusing himself and saying the he would be back in a few minutes.

WIll knew that was true; Hannibal never stayed away from him long when he was here. But why was he leaving at all? Had Will unknowingly interrupted something?

That didn't really matter, he told himself. Whatever it was that Hannibal had to do, he would take care of it and be back in this room in as short a time as possible. And then he would set about relieving Will's worry, taking him towards the stars.

He wanted Hannibal here now, dammit. He didn't want to wait.

As immediately as the thought coalesced in his mind, he tried to squelch it. He knew better than to try to rush Hannibal; if he did, then the other man would more than likely turn icy and back away. He wasn't going to take that risk. Not now.

He was where he had wanted to be for so long -- in Hannibal's bed, as a permanent part of his life. Well, at least he hoped it was permanent. He wouldn't have given Hannibal his virginity if he didn't think that would be the case.

Maybe Hannibal only looked at him as something transitory, as a toy to be played with and then thrown away. The thought made Will's heart sink; he swallowed hard, wishing that he could push that thought away, but knowing that it would stick with him.

If that was all he was to Hannibal, then he didn't belong here. He shouldn't have tried to continue this past that first glorious night if it didn't mean something to both of them.

He had discovered so much about himself on that night; he'd discovered that he needed to be dominated, needed someone else to take control. Hannibal had been the perfect person to do just that; he hadn't been one to turn away from satiating that need.

Anyone else probably would have turned away. But not Hannibal.

Hannibal wasn't the kind of man to turn away from any sort of challenge. And that was probably how his lover saw him, Will through wryly. It had taken quite a while for him to even be able to make eye contact with the other man, and that had just been a small challenge.

Getting him to let his barriers down, those inner barriers that he kept wrapped safely around himself, had been a much bigger one. One that Hannibal had been up to -- and one that he had conquered with seemingly very little effort at all.

Sighing again, Will rolled over onto his back, focusing his gaze on the door. He really shouldn't be lying here like this when Hannibal came back; his lover had already made it clear that he preferred Will to be in a more subservient position, on his stomach.

Hannibal enjoyed taking him from behind, rather than them being face-to-face. Will didn't mind that; he had thoroughly enjoyed every sexual encounter they'd had thus far.

He hadn't been expecting the bruises, but he could deal with those. He'd been shocked to discover that he had a definite taste for submission; he wasn't as independent as he'd always considered himself to be. It was a sobering realization, but one that he'd come to accept.

With anyone else, he probably wouldn't be that way. With Hannibal, it was inevitable.

Hannibal wasn't the kind of man who was ever going to be subservient to anyone, WIll told himself, almost wanting to laugh at the very idea. Hannibal letting anyone else get the upper hand? Pigs would sooner fly over the moon on little pink motorcycles.

Their relationship had its parameters, but Hannibal was all about breaking down barriers. Will knew that his personal boundaries were going to be pushed -- and more than likely come tumbling to the ground at some point. He was prepared for that.

The only thing that worried him was finding out just how hard Hannibal might push. His lover wasn't a man to take the word "no" at face value; he might respect it once, but if it was said too often, he wold find a way to get around it and have his way.

So far, that hadn't happened. But Will had the feeling that it was coming -- and he wasn't sure if he was wary or aroused by the prospect.

It took him a moment to realize that while he'd been thinking about his relationship with Hannibal, one hand had moved down his body -- and he was now grasping his cock, stroking himself slowly. He was already half-hard, his musings about Hannibal stirring his desire for the other man.

He closed his eyes, a soft moan slipping from his lips. He didn't want to stop.

It would feel so much better if Hannibal was touching him, of course, but touching himself always felt so good. It wasn't something he'd done much before he'd become involved with Hannibal, but his lover had encouraged him to explore his own body.

He had never done much of that in the past. He didn't believe in the ridiculousness of masturbation being bad for him, but at the same time, it wasn't something he'd ever been really comfortable with. His early fumblings with touching himself had always been so .... furtive.

When he was young, he'd only done it under the covers in the dead of night, and he'd felt acutely ashamed and embarrassed afterwards.

Things hadn't gotten much better when he was older. He wasn't embarrassed about it any more, but he still felt that lingering shame whenever he masturbated; it had been drummed into his head far too much that he should have a partner, rather than pleasuring himself.

Well, now he did have a partner -- and that man had told him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with giving himself sexual pleasure, even when he was involved with someone. So it didn't feel as though he was doing something unacceptable.

Hannibal had freed him in so many ways.

His hand sped up, his breathing becoming shallow and disjointed. In just a few more moments, he would be gasping, possibly even moaning Hannibal's name. This wasn't the way his lover should find him, but at this point, he couldn't make himself stop.

Not that he wanted to. It felt far too good to stop now; the only way he would be able to force himself not to see this through to the rapturous end would be if Hannibal told him not to.

It wouldn't be long now, Will told himself, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers moved to the tip of his penis to tease the slit. Only a few seconds ....

He hadn't expected the door to open; he didn't realize what had happened when it did. When Hannibal stepped into the room, Will was too far gone in his own pleasure to realize that his lover was standing there watching him, a small smile curving his lips.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you look so beautiful," Hannibal murmured. "I've often wanted to ask you to do this for me, but you seem to have anticipated that desire. Please don't stop on my account, Will. I'm rather enjoying this little show."

This wasn't what he had intended to do, but he couldn't stop himself now. Will's hand moved of its own volition, his breath coming in panting gasps as he stoked himself to completion, his hips bucking up as his body spent itself over his hand.

It took a few moments for his mind to clear.

What the hell had he done? Had he actually masturbated in front of Hannibal? And had Hannibal said that he enjoyed watching the show? That thought brought a burning blush to his cheeks; he wanted to turn over and bury his face in the pillows.

But, of course, he wasn't going to be allowed to do that. Not if he knew Hannibal. The other man was already approaching the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

Will gazed up at his lover, watching Hannibal slowly undress. He couldn't help feeling that what he'd just done would spur Hannibal on to make sure they both attained great heights tonight, and he could hardly wait to find out exactly what was on Hannibal's agenda for the evening.