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Title: The Love in His Eyes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 48, Tenderness
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.


Will's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes opening and squinting in the bright light that was coming into the bedroom. Had he forgotten to pull the curtains across the window last night? His bedroom was never this bright in the morning; it was disconcerting.

His eyes flew open as he realized that he wasn't in his own bed at home -- and that he wasn't alone, either. Hannibal's arm was around his waist.

Hannibal was lying behind him, his face pressed against Will's shoulder. Hannibal was spooning against him, holding him, his erection very obvious against the curve of Will's buttocks. He was in Hannibal's arms, in Hannibal's bed.

And he wanted to be here.

There was nowhere else he wanted to be, no other way he would rather greet the morning than wrapped in Hannibal's embrace.

But it was more than a little embarrassing to be so intimately pressed against his boyfriend's erection; Will could feel his cheeks flaming red. It was a good thing that Hannibal wasn't awake and couldn't see him; he would know the cause of that embarrassment in an instant.

Or would he? If he was in a different position, then Will wouldn't be feeling the way he was at the moment -- and he wouldn't be tempted to push his hips back, to feel more of Hannibal's body against his own. If only Hannibal would wake up!

Will had never wanted anything so fervently -- not because he wanted to move away from the hardness he could feel pressed against his bottom, but because he wanted to feel more of it. If this kept on for much longer, he would start begging.

As if in answer to a wish, he felt Hannibal's lips press against his shoulder in a soft, gentle kiss; apparently, his boyfriend was awake.

Which meant that he knew exactly what was going on below their waists.

"Good morning, my sweet," Hannibal murmured, his lips brushing against Will's earlobe, his breath warm against the younger man's skin. "I trust you slept well? I didn't feel any tossing and turning, so I have to assume that you got a good night's sleep."

Will nodded, amazed to realize that Hannibal was right. "Yeah, I did," he murmured. "For once, I actually slept all night without waking up."

He could feel Hannibal move behind him, and then he was lying on his back, looking up into his lover's face, seeing the smile that made his heart melt.

He wanted to wake up like this every morning, here in Hannibal's bed, safe and warm in his arms. He wanted to see that smile every morning, that look of tenderness on Hannibal's face, see the love in those dark eyes that was only for him.

He could definitely get used to starting his days with this every morning.

Will raised a hand to stroke his fingertips across Hannibal's unshaven jaw; he loved feeling the stubble there, loved knowing that no one else saw his lover like this.

Just seeing that tenderness on Hannibal's features, the love in his eyes, almost made Will want to cry. No one else had ever looked at him with that kind of love before; no one else had ever felt so strongly about him. It was as though he could feel that love.

It wrapped around him like a protective blanket, keeping him safe and warm. There was something about the infinite tenderness in Hannibal's expression that told him he would never have to be afraid of anything again, not while this man was in his life.

He would never have to feel unloved and unwanted again. He had finally found someone who loved him back just as fiercely as he loved them, someone who would be in his life forever, someone who would never leave him or decide they didn't want him.

He would never spend another sleepless night alone, feeling that he would never find anyone. He had found his love, and they were bonded together for eternity.

Even when they weren't physically together, he would never again be alone.

That tenderness in Hannibal's gaze was all that he had ever wanted or needed from a lover. And he had found it in this man, in an unexpected place. He would never take that tenderness for granted; he would always hold it close to his heart and soul.

They needed no words between them, just the look of tenderness that each of them gave to the other. The look that said volumes without a word being spoken.

When Hannibal's lips met his, Will could feel the tenderness and love for him, all the way down to his very core. And that same love and tenderness resided in his own heart. He was sure that Hannibal could feel it, too, and that it meant just as much to him.