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Title: Twisted Kiss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "No Turning Back Now."
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.


What was he doing here?

Will glanced towards the door as Hannibal moved past him to close it; he didn't know why the door should have to be closed, and it made him feel .... trapped.

He didn't want that door closed. He wanted to be able to leave when he felt like it, if this all got to be too much for him. He still wasn't sure that this was where he wanted to be; a part of him wanted to run, to back out of here, to mumble his apologies and flee.

But he was here, his feet rooted to the floor, as though he was frozen in place. He couldn't move, couldn't bring words to his lips, couldn't make himself move in one direction or the other.

What was wrong with him? Wasn't this something he'd thought about, even dreamed about? Didn't he want to be with Hannibal? If he didn't want this, then he could have already said no, backed out of the front door, and left this behind him.

No, he wouldn't have been able to do that even when he'd had the chance. The part of him that wanted this was too strong for him to deny.

But that didn't mean he wasn't scared to death.

"Don't be afraid, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice soft. "I don't intend to cause you pain. We will take this slowly. There is no reason to fear."

Will nodded, unsure as to whether this man was telling him the truth. He wanted to trust Hannibal, but there was something in the back of his mind that screamed at him to be cautious, to protect himself, to not let Hannibal take things too far.

Why should he think like that? Hannibal had said that he would take things slowly. There was nothing for him to be afraid of. Nothing at all.

Nothing other than the sixth sense that was setting off warning sirens in the back of his mind. Nothing but the prickling of the hairs on the back of his neck, the feeling that if he stayed here and went through with this, he would end up regretting it for the rest of his life.

Will opened his mouth to protest, to tell Hannibal that he'd changed his mind -- and found that the words were stuck in throat, unable to be uttered.

He couldn't make them come out. He couldn't turn away.

No matter how scared he was of this, he still wanted it. Turning away wasn't a possibility. For better or for worse, he was here, and here he would stay.

He was scared; he wasn't going to lie to himself about that. But wouldn't anyone who was about to give themselves away for the first time be frightened? That was natural, normal. If he wasn't a little scared, then something would be very wrong with him.

Will took one deep breath, then another. His gaze met Hannibal's, searching the other man's eyes for some kind of reassurance that he was doing the right thing. That reassurance wasn't there; the only thing he could see in those eyes was .... desire.

A wave of panic washed over him, and he took a step back. Was Hannibal losing control? Was he right to be afraid, to feel like a mouse trapped by a hungry cat?

Hannibal held out a hand to him, his voice soft when he spoke.

"Come here, Will," he murmured, a small smile on his lips. "Don't be nervous. This is only the beginning, my lovely one. I'd like for it to be a good one."

Swallowing hard, Will put his hand into Hannibal's felt himself drawn nearer to the other man, then turned around to face the mirror. He stared at the two of them, surprised by how right they looked. It was as though they had been made to be a couple.

Hannibal was slightly taller than him; he stood behind Will, moving one hand down his chest, then back up to grasp his chin and turn his face to the side.

Their eyes met, this time not in the mirror, but in actuality. Will found that he couldn't look away; all that he could focus on was the fact that Hannibal's mouth was so close -- close enough for them to kiss, close enough to capture his lips and never let them go.

His eyes slipped closed as that mouth descended towards his own; then Hannibal was kissing him, gently at first, then with more pressure.

The kiss quickly went from a question to a demand.

Will wanted to cry out in protest, to tell Hannibal that he wasn't ready for this, but he couldn't draw enough breath to gasp, much less speak.

All he could do was cling to the other man, turn towards him and wrap his arms around Hannibal's neck, as those strong arms enfolded him and the kiss became almost cruel in its demands, forcing his mouth open and taking his breath away.

The demand grew even stronger, making him feel dizzy with both desire and fear. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. He was caught as surely as a fly in a spider's web.

There was no way out, no turning back, no escape from this kiss that had become twisted and almost brutal in its intensity. But Will was no longer sure that he wanted to escape; desire was winning out over the fear, excitement building within him.

A small part of him was still resisting, but he could feel that hesitation melting away, even as he let his body melt into Hannibal's embrace.

He was caught, snared, beyond redemption.

There was no way out for him, not at this point. He was sinking into Hannibal's embrace, letting this kiss carry him away to worlds as yet unknown to him.

Will was fast approaching the point of no return; he didn't want a way out. He was still afraid of what he was walking into, but his choice was made. He was going to see this through, and he was going to push his fears back and try to banish them.

This was what he wanted, despite his fears. The curiosity and the desire were slowly overcoming the fears, even though the warning sirens were still as loud as ever.

Will tried to push those warnings away, not wanting to listen to them. If he wasn't going to put himself in Hannibal's hands and hold out his trust, then there was no reason for him to be here. He had to overcome those fears, had to submit to whatever was ahead.

Even though this bruising, twisted kiss wasn't all that he'd expected, in a way, it was what he craved, what he'd wanted since he had first met Hannibal.

He was in far too deep to back out now.