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Title: Howling At the Moon
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Table: 2, narrative_x_10
Prompt: Story 09
Author's Note: Sequel to "Distance."
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 was in Wolf Trap, and he was here in Baltimore. This was not how he wanted things to be.
Hannibal clenched his fists as his sides, scowling at nothing in particular. It was a good thing that there was no one here with him, or he would probably burst out into angry words over some imagined slight. He wasn't in the best of moods.
He wanted Will here with him, dammit. Where he should be. Stretched out on his bed, naked and vulnerable, while Hannibal did unspeakably erotic things to his body.
Will belonged here, with him, not in some godforsaken place far off the beaten path. True, his house had its own sort of charm, and it would be a lovely place to have for a weekend getaway. But he hated the fact that Will hid himself away there.
Will should be on display like the beauty he was, not hidden in the background.
He intended to put a stop to that hiding at some point, but he knew that he would have to coax Will along gently. The younger man wasn't going to succumb easily to the idea of coming out of hiding; he'd been doing it for far too long, and was too used to not being seen.
He wanted to bring Will into the spotlight, to show the world how beautiful he was, but he had to do that slowly and carefully.
If he moved too quickly, then Will would scuttle back into his shell, into his self-imposed exile, and he might never be convinced to come out again.
It mystified Hannibal as to just why the young man was so reluctant to let people see what a beauty he was, why he chose to hide his light under the proverbial bushel; but the fact remained that he did, and that Hannibal intended to put a stop to it.
He also intended to make Will his, in every way.
There was a part of him that didn't like the idea of others looking at Will and seeing just how lovely he was, but in all good conscience, he couldn't allow such beauty to be hidden. Beauty like Will's was meant to be appreciated by as many people as possible.
Of course, that beauty belonged to him, and he intended to make sure that no one trespassed on his province. No one else would have Will. Ever.
They could look, but not touch. Anyone who dared to lay a finger on Will would more than likely find that they had lost that finger -- and much more. There were definite boundaries, and Hannibal wouldn't let anyone cross a single one of them.
No one wold touch Will and live. That was a vow he would keep.
But first, he had to find a way to get Will here, to mesmerize the young man, to bring Will completely under his control. And he was no magician.
He had thought that doing so would be easy; he already knew that Will wanted him. He could see the desire in the depths of those blue eyes; it wasn't something that Will could easily keep hidden. Yes, there was a way to bring Will to him.
He would play on that desire shamelessly, if he had to. He would do whatever it took to bring Will under his spell, make the young man dependent on him. He would become the center of Will's universe. It wouldn't be hard for him to do. Not at all.
Not when Will already wanted him. He had malleable clay to work with, clay that would put itself willingly into his hands, not knowing what he intended.
Ah, yes, he could certainly work with that.
In the end, Will would be his. He had no doubt about that, not for a moment. But in the meantime, Will was in Wolf Trap, not here in Baltimore. He was an hour's drive away, longer in this pouring rain. And Hannibal knew that he couldn't make the trip tonight.
He felt like howling at the moon, like a wolf in heat, simply to let out the frustration that he felt at not having Will here so he could move along with his plans.
He had always been a patient man. But tonight, his patience was being stretched to the limit. He wanted Will, and he wanted him now. It was all he could do not to get into his car and drive to Wolf Trap, propriety be damned.
But he wouldn't. He would let this night go by in solitude.
If he showed up at Will's door, and they were alone in that house in Wolf Trap together, there was no telling what he might do. He might take Will, far too soon, without meaning to. His desire for the young man might burst its bounds and never look back.
If he had Will here tonight, his plans would move too quickly. Even though he prided himself on his self-control, he doubted that he would be able to keep it.
Will was far too much of a temptation, especially given the way he felt at the moment. It was a good thing that several miles of distance separated them.
Hannibal took one deep breath, then another, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on the cool panes of the window in his living room. He wasn't going to drive to Wolf Trap. He would wait to be with Will until the next time the young man was here in town.
And he wouldn't spend his evening howling at the moon in frustration.
He needed to read a book, take a long hot shower, anything to get Will off his mind. If he didn't, then this frustration was only going to grow, and he might decide to go out on one of his .... nocturnal excursions. In the mood he was in, he could be careless and make mistakes.
That wouldn't do. He would have to find a way to sublimate his frustration, even if that did mean that he might howl at the moon a time or two.
Sighing, Hannibal left the living room and made his way towards the stairs, deciding to take a shower and then settle down in bed with a book. It would help him to keep his mind a way from more provocative things -- such as how Will would look lying naked under him.
Tonight, he would be patient. But he knew that he wouldn't have long to wait.
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