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Title: Victorious
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 8, Victory
Author's Note: Sequel to "Put Me on Top."
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.


So last night had been a small victory for him.

Will lay in Hannibal's bed, listening to the water running in the shower. Hannibal had closed the bathroom door in the master suite, but he could still hear it clearly in the quiet room.

Or had it been a fairly large victory, instead? It had felt wonderful; Will had to admit that. There had been no pain, and no fear, which had surprised him. He'd expected himself to be a little hesitant about penetration after what had been done to him.

But that had been weeks ago, and he should be past it by now, he told himself firmly. He'd leaped the abyss. There was no longer anything to be hesitant about.

Yes, last night had been a victory, for both himself and Hannibal.

He hoped that he'd gotten their relationship back on the right track, but he was still curious about what he had brought up with Hannibal only a short while ago.

What would it be like to let himself go completely, to give himself over to Hannibal without retaining any of the control that felt so precious to him? What would it feel like to know that Hannibal could do whatever he wanted with him, and that he had no say in the matter?

A part of him shrank away from the idea, but as he thought about it, Will was more determined than ever to go ahead with what he'd proposed to his lover.

Hannibal had agreed, and Will had the feeling that he was looking forward to assuming complete control in their relationship. He seemed to have no problem with that.

But hadn't Hannibal always had full control? Will mused. Hadn't he always been the leader, and Will the follower? Yes, that was true -- but he'd always had the option of saying no to anything that Hannibal had wanted to do, to refuse anything he didn't feel comfortable with.

He was sure that if they went ahead with this, then he would lose all rights to refusal. Hannibal would be free to do anything he chose with impunity.

Will wasn't sure that he liked that idea, now that he thought about it.

But he'd been the one to bring it up, and a part of him still wanted to go through with it. It would be another victory for him, winning out over his own fears.

He needed that. He needed to push all of those fears aside for good, to get them out of the way so that he would never stumble over them again. He needed to put the past behind him, and to move ahead in his life with Hannibal, minus the baggage of the past.

He would do that, Will told himself as he sat up in bed. He heard the shower being turned off; in just another few moments, Hannibal would come back into the bedroom.

Will intended to greet his lover with a smile, and an embrace.