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Title: Left Wanting More
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 10, Weakness
Author's Note: Sequel to "Receptacle."
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 watched the tail lights of Will's car until they were out of sight; he wanted to turn away from the window, but something held him there, even though he could no longer see the other man's car moving through the night on its way back to Wolf Trap.

When he finally did turn away from the window and let the curtain fall, he was frowning, deep in thought as he made his way down the hall to his bedroom.

He hadn't planned on taking Will tonight, not in the way that he had. But he had been goaded by the other man's beauty, by his own unquenchable desire for Will. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Will Graham, and it bothered him.

Will was his weakness. A weakness that he could ill afford to have.

If he kept giving in those moments of lust, then he was no better than the common men who he tried his best to rise above. He had always prided himself on his self-control -- but when it came to Will, it seemed that he had none.

Will was intoxicating, irresistible, a beacon in the darkness that always seemed to surround him. Will appealed to his senses, luring him to do things that he would ordinarily never do -- and to entertain thoughts that he would usually rather push aside.

His desire for Will was becoming problematic.

Not that he intended to dispose of Will any time soon. Oh no, not now that he had the young man under his spell. He had doubted that Will was in thrall to him, though he knew that those feelings were growing; that was why he hadn't made a move as of yet.

But now that they had been together, Hannibal knew that he would find it harder and harder to let Will go. It wasn't love, of course; but yet, what he felt was more than mere lust, though tonight, he'd tried to convince himself that lust was his only motivation for taking Will.

It wasn't. Tonight had not fulfilled him.

He wanted more. He wanted not only Will's body, but his heart and soul. Bending Will over that desk and taking him roughly hadn't given him nearly the satisfaction that having Will in his bed had. That was an entirely different feeling, one that he was starting to crave.

Perhaps he needed Will more than he had thought he would. And that made Will a dangerous weakness, one that he would have to curb.

Hannibal sighed softly as he entered his bedroom, wishing that Will was still here. But no, that would be giving in a weakness that he had sworn not to indulge too often. Still, it would be pleasurable to let that weakness take him over, even if it only left him wanting more.