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Title: The First and Only
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 24, Gentle
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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's kisses were as gentle as summer rain.

The kisses made Will's senses reel; he had never in all of his wildest dreams thought that Hannibal would be so gentle with him, so tender. But then, he had never thought that Hannibal could be falling in love with him, either. He'd assumed it was all one-sided.

Well, until Hannibal had asked him out on a date. That was what had given him hope -- and it seemed that his hope hadn't been unfounded.

It was hard to believe that they were sitting here kissing, hard to believe that Hannibal had professed to those feelings. But he'd heard it with his own ears -- Hannibal Lecter was falling in love with him. His dreams were all coming true, his hopes being fulfilled.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, happiness was within his grasp.

He found himself being drawn into Hannibal's embrace, those strong arms around him. Will closed his eyes and let himself relax; the feeling of being in Hannibal's arms was one that he wanted to savor to the fullest, for as long as he possibly could.

The embrace was gentle, a little hesitant at first, then growing more confident. Hannibal's hands moved up his back, then back down to his waist, stroking his back through the fabric of his shirt. Will couldn't hold back a soft moan; nothing had ever felt so good.

Hesitantly, he laid his own hand on Hannibal's arm, feeling the muscles of his biceps bunch under his touch. He was fascinated by the strength of those arms.

How would it feel to lie in Hannibal's arms in the middle of the night, curled up beside him in bed? How would it feel to have those arms wrapped around him as they made love, to feel Hannibal inside him as well as holding him?

He couldn't wait to find out.

Will let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding; those sensual thoughts had no place in the here and now. He was rushing ahead, moving too quickly. But that scenario would happen at some point in time; he had no doubts about that.

Any doubts or trepidation he'd had about his relationship with Hannibal had been swept away by those kisses, by the words that Hannibal had said. This man returned his feelings; they were together now, and their relationship was going to keep developing.

It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. He'd never been in a serious relationship before; he wasn't entirely sure how to handle this.

Will was sure that Hannibal had more experience with relationships than he did; after all, Hannibal was older, and had obviously been with men before if he had no problems with asking Will out on a date and then kissing him.

But still, he had to ask. He had to make sure.

"Hannibal ...." He began, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared hi throat, then tried again. "Hannibal, have you ever .... been involved with a guy before?" He gulped, then continued. "I've never been involved with anybody, male or female. I'm a little at sea here."

Hannibal chuckled softly, raising a hand to brush Will's hair back from his forehead. The gesture was so intimate, so gentle, that Will was sure his heart was melting.

No one had ever done anything like that before. The only time people had ever wanted to touch him was to get something from him, to further their own selfish desires. Hannibal touched him because he wanted to bring Will pleasure. He was sure of that.

No one had ever really wanted to touch him before -- not in the way that this man did. Hannibal was everything he'd ever wanted or needed; his gentleness not only melted Will's heart, but his body as well. He was ready to give this man anything he wanted.

He couldn't help but wonder just what Hannibal wanted from him.

But he didn't want to ask. No, that would seem as though he was suspicious of Hannibal's motives, when he wasn't. He didn't believe this man intended him any kind of harm. Hannibal wanted him for himself; he wanted Will because he cared about him.

"Yes, Will, I have." Hannibal's voice was soft; Will could hear the hesitation underlying his words. "Is that a problem for you? The fact that I'm experienced?"

"No, not at all." Will shook his head, raising a hand to run his fingers through Hannibal's hair. "If you didn't have any experience, then we'd be in trouble -- because I definitely don't. Not with either sex." His laugh was a little shaky. "You're my first. Ever."

His first love -- and his first lover. Just as it should be.

"I'm honoured to be your first," Hannibal said softly, his gaze riveted on Will's face. "And you are my first, in a way, Will. You are the first person I have ever truly loved and wanted to spend all of my life with. You are the first -- and the only."

Now Will was sure that his heart was melting in his chest. Overwhelmed by Hannibal's words, he could do nothing but bury his face against the other man's shoulder, blinking hard to hold back the tears he was sure were going to rise to the surface and overflow.

When he finally raised his face, all he could think of was that he wanted Hannibal to kiss him again -- and again, and again, until he was breathless.

And as their lips met, it became obvious that Hannibal intended to do just that.