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Title: Top of the List
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 15, Music
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. soar


Hannibal sat back in his desk chair, a smile on his face as he listened to the sound of Will's car starting outside. The young man had left the house only moments ago, and the tone of his voice when he'd said goodbye was music to Hannibal's ears.

He had known that Will was in thrall to him. There had never been any doubt of that. But the letter he'd gotten this morning had proven that Will was definitely in deep.

He had no intention of taking that job offer, of course. His first order of business today would be to call and politely decline the offer, explaining that there were far too many obligations that kept him here in Baltimore, and that he couldn't possibly across the country.

Will was at the top of that list of obligations.

He didn't really have an obligation towards the young man, he corrected himself. It was more of a feeling of possession, of ownership. Will Graham belonged to him, and he wasn't simply going to leave his most prized possession behind.

He knew that it would be impossible for Will to simply pull up stakes and go with him if he had decided to try new and varied pastures. Will had a life here; he was well-settled in this area, far more so than Hannibal would ever be. He belonged here.

And he certainly wasn't going to give Will up, not after all the work he'd put into training the boy to be just what Hannibal wanted. That training wasn't over yet; Will still had a long way to go, but he was working out quite satisfactorily.

He didn't love Will, but he knew that the young man loved him. He had known from the first that Will would fall for him; he had watched that process carefully, and it had been pure music washing over him when he had heard Will first mutter those three words on the verge of sleep.

Will was his. And he wouldn't just abandon a possession.

That would be terribly rude of him, wouldn't it? Will would be crushed if he left, and he knew that he would never be able to find anyone else who suited him as well as this boy did. He might not love Will, but there was a kind of affection there, in tandem with the desire.

He would tell Will tonight that he had decided to turn down the offer -- but only after he had let Will suffer through the day. He might even wait a day or two.

Whichever route he decided to take, he knew that Will's spoken gratitude for him not leaving would be more music to his ears. He hadn't decided just how he would have Will show his gratitude, but he was sure that it would be most pleasurable -- for both of them.