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Title: The Hunger
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 11, Hunger
Author's Note: Sequel to "Fire in His Veins."
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.

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This couldn't be happening. It just didn't seem real.

But it was real, Will told himself as he felt Hannibal's fingers working at the buttons of his plaid shirt, loosening them until the fabric was open.

When Hannibal slipped the shirt from his shoulders, he didn't try to keep it on his body; he simply let it fall to the floor as he stared at the other man. Hannibal's hand came up to caress his cheek, and then those lips were on his again, the kiss more eager this time.

Will's head fell back, and he moaned into Hannibal's mouth. It hardly seemed possible that he was going to give himself to this man -- but he was.

He didn't doubt that for a single moment.

How could he not? He had hungered for Hannibal more with each time they met, even though he hadn't really understood just why he felt this way.

Now, he had a chance to appease that hunger, to sate it fully, and he was going to do just that, no matter what the consequences might be. Hannibal was obviously more than willing to go along with that plan, so he was going to deal with the consequences later.

He didn't care what anyone might think of what they were doing.

It was unethical. It wasn't right. Since he was technically Hannibal's patient, he could lose his license to practice psychiatry by taking Will to bed.

But at the moment, he didn't care about that. He didn't care about anything other than feeling Hannibal's lips on his, and those hands on his body.

He was right where he wanted to be, and he wasn't leaving.

All he wanted was to be in bed with Hannibal, to have this man take him, to make Will his own. He couldn't say just why he felt so strongly about being with Hannibal, but it was enough for him that those feelings existed. He wasn't going to question them.

Hannibal had become the center of his world, and that world was tilting crazily from side to side. It wouldn't be upright again until he had what he wanted.

And what he wanted was Hannibal Lecter.

The hunger that he felt for Hannibal's kiss, his touch, was something that he couldn't deny. And he couldn't hold back that hunger any longer.

This was what he wanted, Will thought, moaning softly as Hannibal's hands moved down his sides, then began working at his belt buckle. The other man's mouth swallowed that moan, taking his again in a kiss that was almost fierce in its possession of him.

There was nowhere else that he wanted to be, he thought as he raised his shaking hands to begin undoing the buttons on Hannibal's shirt.

The hunger was surfacing, and it was far too late to push it back down now.

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