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Title: Take A Bite
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 35, Bite
Author's Note: Sequel to "Skin To Skin."
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.


Oh, how he wanted to take a bite out of Will.

Not literally, Hannibal told himself. No, that pale, glowing skin was far too lovely to mar with actual bites, too velvety smooth to tear and rend with teeth.

But he did want to leave some bite marks on Will's body; he wanted to mark his boy as belonging to him, in a way that he never had before. He didn't know how Will would react to the idea, but he intended to do just that tonight, and see what sort of reaction he got.

Will shouldn't mind, he thought to himself. He had said that he was ready to turn himself over to Hannibal in every way, to relinquish all control of their sexual life.

He was ready to test Will's commitment to that statement.

He'd thought that he would talk to Will about this, but the moment he had seen his young lover undressed, all thought of merely asking had flown from his mind.

Will was already lying in bed, waiting for him. He'd excused himself to make a quick trip to the bathroom, more to think about what he would do with Will tonight than anything else. He wanted to push past a few barriers, while simultaneously giving them both pleasure.

Yes, he wanted to exert his mastery over Will, but he didn't want that control to come with uncertainty or pain. He wanted Will to enjoy it.

Only if his young lover enjoyed what they did would he keep coming back for more. And after what Will had been through, Hannibal had no wish to force him into anything.

He was positive that force would only send Will scuttling back into the self-imposed isolation he'd hidden himself in before Hannibal had taken him in hand and shown him that he was a sensual being. Will would be condemning them both to unhappiness if he did that again.

He wouldn't let Will hide himself away. He would draw the young man out, little by little, until he was more sexually confident and willing to explore his boundaries.

And tonight, he would take a bite out of Will. Well, figuratively.

Hannibal could already visualize the small love bites that he would leave on Will's body. A few on his chest, around his lovely nipples, and down his stomach ....

A bite here and there on his throat, artfully arranged. Probably only one or two; he didn't want Will to have a hard time hiding those marks if he chose to do so. He wouldn't force his lover to show off the fact that he was owned, that he had been claimed.

And of course, the coup de grace -- a series of lovely little bite marks down Will's slender thighs, mark that would arouse him the next time he saw Will unclothed.

Hannibal smiled in anticipation. This would indeed be a night that he would savour.