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Title: The Tides of Passion
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 34, Passion
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.


It was finally going to happen.

After waiting for so long, he was finally going to make love to his beloved Will. It felt as though he had been waiting an eternity for this, as though all of his life had been leading up to this first moment, this first time that they would share themselves with each other.

If felt almost like a dream; Hannibal could hardly believe that it was finally coming to pass. He and Will were going to cross that last barrier.

He would have to move slowly, carefully; he would have to be as gentle as he could possibly be, to lead his young lover into this with as much care and finesse as possible. He didn't doubt that he could make Will's first time memorable, something that he would treasure.

They would both remember this night for all of their lives.

He would make this night perfect for both of them, he vowed ot himself. He would draw out the pleasure for them both, take them to the heavens.

He had never felt such passion for anyone, never expected to feel such love for another human being. He had never thought that this kind of love could be his; he had believed that he would always be on the outside looking in when it came to matters of the heart.

But Will had changed all of that. Will had brought him out of himself, made him realize that he was a man who couldn't survive on loneliness and dreams.

He needed Will, now more than ever. He needed to join their bodies, to make them one, to let the two of them touch the stars together. He needed to make Will his, to know that this beautiful young man belonged to him in every possible way.

Just as he belonged to Will, and always would.

Hannibal moved his hands down Will's nude body, reveling in the exquisite softness of his velvety flesh, the heat emanating from his skin.

He wanted nothing more than to thrust into Will, to take him, to leap that last barrier in a flash. But he would have to hold back his passion; he would have to move slowly, to introduce Will to sex in a way that he would enjoy, and that would bring the least pain.

Of course, there would be some, and he regretted that. But it would only last for a few seconds; he would make sure of it.

The pain would quickly turn to pleasure, and he knew how to make sure that Will thoroughly enjoyed his first time. He would take Will's virginity so carefully, so gently, that Will would never feel as though he had lost anything. And really, he wouldn't.

Far from losing anything, they would both be gaining a richer, deeper connection with each other. They would give of themselves, sharing all that they were.

It would be love in its purest form.

Slowly, he reached for the drawer of the small table by his bed, withdrawing a tube of lubricant. He kept his gaze on Will's never letting his eyes leave his boyfriend's; he wanted to keep that eye contact, to let Will know that they were connected.

He had never felt such passion for anyone, but he knew that he had to rein it in, to take things slowly. He didn't want to frighten Will, or make him change his mind.

If that happened, he would be devastated. He wanted to make love to Will tonight, to make this holiday, the first one they had shared as a couple, even more memorable and special. He wanted everything to be perfect, for this to be a night they would always remember.

So far, it had been just that.

He carefully lubed one finger, then a second. He intended for the foreplay to be long and intense, for Will to be completely ready when his body was breached.

Hannibal could feel the passion rise rise within him again; he knew that it would be hard to hold his feelings back, but for Will's sake, he would do so. He wasn't going to rush things along; he was going to take his time, bring it all to a slow boil before the final explosion.

This would be wonderful. He would take them both to the heavens, let them touch the stars, and then float gently back down to earth. He would hold Will in his arms, letting him bask in the afterglow, letting him know that he was had been well and truly loved.

They would love each other to the fullest. And then they would lie in each other's arms, happy and sated, wrapped in the love that they shared.

He wanted -- and needed -- nothing more than that.

There ws nothing else other than this passion that he felt, the love that flowed between them. The rest of the world was very far away; there was only himself and Will, the two of them locked together, in a world of their own making, a world of love and passion.

This was it, their first joining, their first coming together. He was going to make it perfect for both of them, to give Will pleasure that he would always remember.

He leaned down to kiss his young lover, savoring the sweetness of Will's lips as a mounting tide of passion raced through him. Already he was finding it hard to hold back, not to give in to the desire that surged through his body like a whirlwind.

But he would hold back. He would make this last.

their gazes locked and held, passion burning in both the intense blue gaze and the equally intense dark one. The barrier was nearly broken; only a few more steps remained.