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Title: Chase Temptation
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.


Hannibal was licking him. All over.

The sensations flowed through his body like molten lava; it was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt, the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to him. Hannibal had started at his lips, and was making his way slowly down his body, taking his time.

He'd never felt such pleasure, not even when Hannibal was fucking him. He wanted to melt into that pleasure, become one with it, let it completely take him over.

Those lips moved down his stomach, Hannibal's tongue swirling around his navel, making him moan ther other man's name as they moved even lower. His body jerked as those soft lips trailed down his inner thigh; Will knew where they were heading next.

Oh yes, that was it. Those lips were on the head of his cock, right where he wanted them.

Much more of this, and he was going to .... just as the thought entered his mind, Will came with a burst of pleasure that tore a wordless cry from his lips.

With that jolt of pleasure, Will's eyes flew open -- and he realized that he had been asleep. It had all been a dream; Hannibal wasn't here, making love to him, fucking him. He was alone in his bed, naked, one hand on his cock.

He had given himself that pleasure, while dreaming that it was Hannibal. Will rolled over onto his side, his hand still grasping his flaccid cock. That was the first time he'd had a wet dream since ... well, since forever. He didn't even recall the last one.

How could Hannibal affect him so deeply? No one had ever had that kind of hold over him before, not even the crushes he'd had when he was younger.

Even in his dreams, he was chasing temptation.

It didn't seem possible that he could want someone so badly. It was as though Hannibal was under his skin, flowing through his veins, a part of him that he could never get rid of. Ever since the first time they'd had sex, Will hadn't been able to get him out of his mind.

Hannibal was a temptation that always seemed just out of reach, the forbidden fruit that he knew he shouldn't reach for even though he couldn't help doing so.

Why did he want this man so badly? No one else had ever made him lust after them like this; it was far more than attraction, but he knew that he couldn't call it love. What he felt for Hannibal Lecter could never be summed up in such a simple word.

He wasn't even sure that he believed in love. Love between friends, yes -- but the great romantic love that novelists wrote about and so many songs seemed to celebrate? That wasn't something that he thought could possibly be real.

And it definitely was not what he felt for Hannibal. Even if he did somehow love the other man in his own strange way, it wasn't the same.

Will groaned, rolling over onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. He didn't want to deal with thoughts like this. Not now.

He didn't want to chase temptation. Not in his life, and not in his dreams.

But Hannibal wasn't giving him a choice. Everywhere he turned, Hannibal was there. Will thought about him all the time, even when he was working. Somehow, Hannibal always managed to enter his thoughts, always lurking around the corners of his mind.

He couldn't get away from those thoughts. Tonight had proven that Hannibal was even with him in his dreams -- and he had to admit that the dream he'd had was very pleasant indeed. It wasn't like his dreams of his lover scared him or made him want to turn away.

No, they only made him want Hannibal even more.

Sighing, he sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. He was going to have to change the sheets -- that was the most annoying thing about having a wet dream.

But he couldn't argue that the dream hadn't been pleasant. If he closed his eyes, he could still feel Hannibal's warm, wet tongue trailing over his nipples .... down his body to the juncture of his thighs, then sweeping across the sensitive head of his cock ....

Will pushed that thought away before it could fully crystallize in his mind; already he was half-hard at just the thought of Hannibal's mouth and all of the wicked things it could do to him. If he kept thinking about that, he would probably stay in bed all day.

He couldn't do that. He couldn't let his dreams of Hannibal take him over so completely. He couldn't let himself chase temptation all the time.

No matter how tempting it might be to do just that.

With a grimace, he got to his feet and stretched, feeling oddly vulnerable without his clothes. He usually slept in boxers and a t-shirt, but he hadn't bothered to get dressed after Hannibal had left last night. He'd felt too sated from that powerful orgasm.

Just thinking of how Hannibal had made him come last night was making him harden again; he'd probably end up jerking off in the shower.

Would that be such a bad thing? He'd often thought that he wasn't really in touch with his own sexuality, and now Hannibal seemed to have brought him out of that shell he'd always inhabited. Maybe chasing temptation wasn't such a bad thing, after all.

As long as that temptation was Hannibal.

Sighing softly, Will headed for the door, pushing thoughts of Hannibal out of his mind. He had to take a shower and get cleaned up; he had a long day ahead of him, and then tonight, he was supposed to have a session with Hannibal. A psychiatric session.

His heart seemed to jump in his chest at the thought. There would be more happening than just the two of them talking, he was sure of it.

He would chase temptation yet again, even though he knew that it would be impossible to ever capture the man he so desperately yearned for.

Still, he would try. There was nothing else he could do. He had to walk down this path, no matter how much he knew that it was in his own best interests to turn away.

It never occurred to him that he might be the one who was captured.