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Title: The Ultimate Victory
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 8, Victory
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.


Hannibal glanced towards the stairs as Will ascended them, knowing that the young man would obey him and do as he was told. He was confident of his hold over Will; he didn't doubt that his angry words would accomplish what a request might not have done.

His hands clenched into fists as he thought of that card in Will's pocket, the proof that someone else had cast their eyes on what belonged to him.

Will was his. No one was going to take his boy away from him.

Will Graham belonged to him in ways that no one else could even begin to imagine. Will was his, body and soul, and he had no intention of letting anyone come between them. Anyone who dared try would quickly discover that they had made a grave error in judgment.

Will himself had made something of an error if he thought that he could have another admirer. He most definitely could not. He was taken.

The mere thought of someone else lusting after Will, setting their sights on him and thinking that they could have him if they so chose, made a soft growl form in his throat. He clenched his teeth against it, unwilling to let the sound come out.

He was not one of Will's dogs.

No, he was Will's master. He was the man who owned Will Graham, whether or not Will chose to believe that fact. Tonight, he would show Will where he belonged -- and who he belonged to -- in no uncertain terms. There would be no doubts in his mind.

This should have already been done, from the first time they'd been together. But he'd let his softer feelings for Will get in the way of his objective.

He'd foolishly let himself think that Will would come to him of his own volition, that it would be easy to make the young man move in his direction. He had made the error of thinking that Will could be easily manipulated, that he wouldn't pull back.

He would be sure not to make that mistake again.

This other admirer of Will's was trying to take Will away from him -- and that wouldn't be allowed to happen. He would have the ultimate victory. He would take what he wanted..

Tonight, he would make Will Graham his. There would be no room for doubt as to who Will belonged to -- and who would claim victory over him, as well as over the person who loomed in the background. Will was the prize, and Hannibal intended to win.

There could be only one victor in this game. And it would be him.