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Title: A Bite of the Future
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 35, Bite
Author's Note: Sequel to "His Last Act."
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 faced Hannibal across the table, gazing into the other man's eyes.

"Once you allow yourself to take a bite out of the future, Will, you would be amazed by all that will change," Hannibal murmured, his direct gaze never wavering.

Will found it hard to meet that penetrating gaze; he was afraid that Hannibal would be able to see through his facade, that this monster would know just how he felt, that he would somehow sense the fact that everything about him repulsed Will to the core.

But he had to try to hide how he truly felt; if he couldn't, then his plan to catch Hannibal and put him behind bars would fall apart, and they'd be back at square one.

So he had to keep up this charade, no matter how difficult it was for him.

"Maybe I don't want to take a bite out of the future," he said, stabbing a piece of boiled potato with his fork and lifting it to his lips. "Maybe I just want to take it as it comes."

"But is that entirely possible, now that you have had a taste of what the world outside your parameters has to offer?" Hannibal raised a brow, picking up his wineglass and taking a swallow of the sparkling vintage. "I don't believe you can say that it is."

Will pretended to consider, even as his mind recoiled from Hannibal's words. Hannibal actually did believe that he was turning into a monster.

Well, that was what he wanted the bastard to think. He wanted Hannibal to believe that he would take that bite, that he would become a good little serial killer.

He wanted Hannibal to believe in his transformation, even though he knew that it would never happen. But if this charade had to go on for too much longer, it would become harder and harder for him to keep up that outward image. He didn't know how long he could do it.

Sooner or later, he was bound to make a mistake and clue Hannibal in to the fact that he wasn't becoming a carbon copy, an acolyte, a slave to Hannibal Lecter.

And then, it would all be over in a heartbeat.

He had to keep up this act for as long as he could. And that would include not only taking a bite from the future, but also biting into whatever Hannibal served him.

Was he eating a person now? Will didn't think so; he'd been in the kitchen when Hannibal had prepared the food, and he was sure that it was chicken. He'd watched Hannibal prepare it, and the aroma it gave off as it was roasting made him fairly sure of what it was.

He sank his fork into the meat, taking a bite and glancing at Hannibal. The other man smiled, raising his glass in a salute and taking another sip of wine.

Which made Will wonder just what was in that bite he had taken.