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Title: Turning Me On
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 37, Aphrodisiac
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 leaned his head back, a moan that he wasn't aware of coming from his throat. Being this close to the man he loved set his body aflame; he was almost expecting to burst into flames, to burn to a crisp right here in Hannibal's arms.

No one else could ever make him feel like this. No one else had ever wanted to try. And he'd never wanted any other person to touch him so intimately.

Hannibal was the only one he wanted, the only one he would ever be with. This man was his destiny, his love, his lover. This man was the only person he would ever give himself to, the only person he would ever desire The only one for him. Ever.

Hannibal was his aphrodisiac.

He moaned softly as Hannibal's hand moved down his thigh; he wanted to be naked under those hands, to let Hannibal's touch rest on his bare flesh. He'd had enough of kissing and cuddling with their clothes on; it was past time for them to go further.

"Hannibal ...." he whispered when his lover finally lifted his head. "I-I want more than this. You're driving me crazy. I need us to take things further than just .... making out."

Hannibal seemed to consider his words for a moment, then nodded. "I agree with you, Will. It's driving me mad not to have you. But I don't think it is time for us to throw caution to the winds just yet. Please, trust me, my sweet. Let me lead the way."

Will nodded reluctantly, knowing that Hannibal was right. His lover had far more experience than he did; it was up to Hannibal to call the shots.

But that didn't make him stop wanting more contact. It didn't relieve the ache in his body, an ache that felt as though it permeated him all the way to his core, to the center of his being. It didn't stop him from wanting Hannibal more desperately every time they touched.

And it didn't stop him from needing that touch.

He didn't just want Hannibal to make love to him. He needed it, not only with his body, but in the deepest recesses of his soul.

Will needed Hannibal's touch, needed to belong to him. Hannibal wasn't just an aphrodisiac for him; he was convinced that Hannibal was his breath of life, the one thing that kept him connected to this realm. Hannibal was his lifeline.

Hannibal was his lover -- and his love. He had never dreamed that anyone could love him in the way that Hannibal did, never thought that he deserved it.

But Hannibal had shown him that he was worthy of love, that he deserved to have someone in his life who truly cared for him. Hannibal had changed his world, his whole life.

This man was the center of his world, the center of his life. Hannibal had become the axis that everything in his world revolved around, and to his surprise, he was comfortable with that fact. He didn't want it to change; it felt right for Hannibal to be his center.

After all, Hannibal was the person who kept him connected to this realm. Hannibal deserved to take his place at the center of Will's being.

Will just hoped that he wanted to be there.

Hannibal raised his head, looking down at Will with a soft smile on his face. And Will was sure that he could feel his heart melting in his chest, at the same time that his body responded to that look in his lover's eyes by hardening and arching up against him.

Hannibal's hands moved down his body until they were cupping his ass, pulling WIll close and holding him against the hardness of Hannibal's body.

Oh, this was much more than Hannibal simply being his aphrodisiac. This was Hannibal deliberately turning him on, knowing what that kind of touch did to his body. This was Hannibal teasing him and tempting him -- in the best possible way.

"You know what you do to me when you touch me like that, don't yo?" he managed to gasp. "You're turning me on more than I ever thought anybody could."

"That is my intention, my sweet William," Hannibal breathed into his ear, the words swirling through his fevered mind. Will tightened his arms around Hannibal's neck, gasping again when one of those large hands moved from his ass to his inner thigh.

Things were starting to get very interesting indeed.

Will's head fell back against the pillows on the couch again, a soft moan torn from his throat. He thought that he moaned Hannibal's name, but he wasn't sure. All he could be sure of was how Hannibal made him feel at this moment in time.

Hannibal was his aphrodisiac. One that he would never get enough of, one that would always lift him higher than the stars every time they touched.

This time, when their lips met, he could swear that he saw rockets explode behind his eyes in a shower of sparks, and stars scatter across the heavens. If this was what merely kissing Hannibal was like, then he couldn't wait to discover where making love would take them.