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Title: Unconditional Surrender
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #156, Surrender
Author's Note: Sequel to "Burning Down One Side."
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


Will writhed under Hannibal's cool hands as they moved over his bare body; all he could think of was how much he wanted this man to touch him. He wanted those hands all over him -- and he wanted Hannibal inside him.

That thought shocked him; he had never wanted anyone to be that close to him before. With anyone else, he would have run a mile before he'd let them get even this far with him. But with Hannibal, he only wanted to be as close as he possibly could.

Was it wrong to want someone this badly? He didn't think so, not when other emotions went along with the desire. He had never surrendered himself to anyone before; the feeling was new, different, exhilarating. He was giddy with desire, drowning in it.

Hannibal stopped touching him and sat back on his heels, looking down at Will with a small smile on his face, studying him.

Will propped himself up on his elbows, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Why had Hannibal stopped? Was he doing something wrong? He hadn't really been doing much, other than simply following the dictates of his body. He'd been listening to his desires, not to his mind, for the first time in his life. It felt incredibly free, as though he'd broken loose from shackles.

Maybe he had. He'd always felt restrained by the rules and conventions of society; tonight, being here with Hannibal, he didn't have to bow to those conventions any more. He could let them all go, and give in to his desires. He could be who he had always wanted to be.

"Why did you stop?" he asked, his voice sounding hoarse and cracked. He cleared his throat, but could think of nothing else to say.

"Just admiring how lovely you are," Hannibal said, his voice thick with desire. "And contemplating just what I want to do to you," he added, his gaze traveling down Will's body. Will felt a momentary desire to cover himself, but it passed quickly.

Instead, he lay back against the soft silken sheets, proudly displaying his body to the man who would be his lover. Why shouldn't he be proud of how he looked? He wasn't a bad-looking man, and he knew that his body was in good shape.

He had nothing to be ashamed of.

"So beautiful," Hannibal murmured, leaning down to fuse his mouth with Will's again. One hand moved down Will's body, his fingers curling around the younger man's hardened cock, moving from the base to the shaft once before letting go and trailing over Will's hip.

"So .... what do you want to do to me?" Will asked, feeling a surge of excitement rush through his body. He couldn't believe that he was being this brash and bold with Hannibal; he'd never felt this kind of freedom before, to say and do anything he wanted.

"Oh, many things, my sweet." Hannibal leaned over him, looking down into his face; their gazes met and fused, the desire evident in each of them. "But first, I must know something, Will. You're a virgin, yes?" The question was put bluntly, waiting for a simple yes or no.

Will nodded, gulping. "Yes, I am -- I hope that's not going to be a problem." What if it was? he asked himself. What if Hannibal didn't want him now?

But Hannibal was still smiling, nodding as his hand trailed back up Will's body to tweak and tease his nipples. "I thought as much. I'm quite flattered to be the first man you've been with." He glanced up at Will's face gain, brows raised. "Or wold that be the first person of either gender?"

Will blushed as he nodded in acknowledgement of those words.

He'd never really been embarrassed to be a virgin. Sex had just seemed like something that was far too intimate, something that he didn't think he'd be any good at. So he had always avoided letting anyone get close; that seemed to solve the problem.

Until now. Until Hannibal.

He'd never wanted anyone else to touch him. Hannibal was the only person who had brought out his sexual feelings, the only person he thought could ever do that. No one else excited him, made him desire them, made him want to be intimate.

He watched as Hannibal reached for the table by the bed, sliding open the drawer and rummaging around for something. Will's body tightened in anticipation; he had to be looking for the lube. There was no other reason he'd reach into the drawer, was there?

His guess proved to be accurate; Hannibal pulled a small tube from the drawer, uncapping it and spreading a generous amount on two fingers before looking down at Will again. "Spread your legs for me, lovely," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips across Will's again.

Will closed his eyes, complying with Hannibal's words. Were they a request, or a command? He didn't much care which; he would do what he was told.

A soft gasp escaped his lips when he felt Hannibal's lubed fingers slide between his thighs; he hadn't expected that intimate touch to feel so immediate, so powerful. His body automatically rose to meet that touch, his hips arching upwards.

He wanted more. He needed more.

"Patience, Will." Hannibal's soft voice seemed to come from very far away; Will felt as though he was in a world of his own, where only the two of them existed. Everything else had disappeared; there was only this man, and the desire that flowed between them.

"I want you," he managed to gasp, knowing that Hannibal would understand the immediacy of how he felt, the urgency of his need.

"I know you do, my sweet," Hannibal replied in a soothing voice. "I want you, as well. But I will not rush this. Your first time should he something that you savour, and that you will always remember. I want to make sure that we both enjoy it."

He hadn't thought that his first surrender would be like this; he'd thought that it would be over and done with quickly, and that he would barely remember it. But Hannibal seemed to have other ideas, and he wasn't going to say no to whatever the other man wanted to do to him.

This was all new and exciting -- and even a little frightening. He had never allowed himself to even think of surrendering to anyone else; Hannibal was the only person he had ever wanted with this kind of intensity, this all-consuming desire.

That desire was rising, racing uncontrollably through him, turning his body into molten lava.

Will felt hot and cold at the same time; hot where Hannibal's fingers touched him, where that dark gaze raked over his body, cold wherever Hannibal wasn't touching him with his hands and his gaze. He was both burning and shivering, both hesitant and eager for more.

Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to the desire that was raging through him, pushing the hesitation away. There was no reason to hold back; Hannibal wanted him, wanted to make this good for him. There was no need to feel hesitant or afraid.

Will gasped as one long finger slid inside him, his hips rising, his muscles tightening. He hadn't expected being penetrated to feel like this; it wasn't painful or even uncomfortable, just very .... full. It was a sensation he'd never experienced, but it wasn't unpleasant.

This felt better than anything he could have imagined; even when a second finger entered him and they both pushed more deeply inside his body, there was still no pain, only a sense of fullness, of being opened and exposed to the man he wanted so desperately.

"Beautiful," Hannibal whispered. "You are beautiful in your desire, Will."

Beautiful. Hannibal thought he was beautiful. The words gave Will a sense of pride, a feeling of confidence unlike any he'd ever had before. Any lingering hesitation was washed away by those words; he knew beyond a shadow of doubt that he was doing the right thing.

This was where he belonged, here in Hannibal's arms, in his bed. He had made the right decision; this unconditional surrender was his destiny.

"Take me," he begged, his voice throaty and guttural. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted to be one with Hannibal; he didn't care if there was some pain, as long as Hannibal made him his in every way. He was tired of waiting; he was more than ready for this.

"All in good time, my lovely," Hannibal murmured, his fingers sliding further inside Will, brushing against his prostate. The burst of sensation rendered Will speechless; he could only lie there and let himself feel, waiting breathlessly for whatever would come next.