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Title: When I Dream At Night
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
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


Hannibal awakened suddenly, his eyes flying open; he gasped, one hand pressing against his chest. For a moment, it had felt as though he couldn't breathe; he lay there, blinking, trying to let his eyes adjust to the darkness of his bedroom.

He had been dreaming again, one of those dreams that he desperately wished could come true, a dream that was haunting him each and every night.

He had dreamed of Will. More specifically, of making love to Will, of joining their bodies in the most primitive of rhythms, of feeling Will's flesh beneath his fingertips, of being inside him, of knowing his body completely, just as he knew the young man's mind.

It was the most enticing dream he'd ever experienced.

His dreams of Will were becoming more and more frequent; at the rate he was going, the dreams would spill over from his nocturnal self into his waking hours, and he would give Will some sort of indication of how he felt. He didn't want that to happen.

Hannibal was fairly sure that the young man wanted him; he could tell simply from the way Will's gaze had a tendency to follow him, from the longing look he'd seen on those handsome features. That pleased him; Will wanting him was something he could handle.

Himself wanting Will was another matter altogether. If he took advantage of those feelings, if he let himself take what he wanted, then he could lose his license to practice psychiatry. He could even go to jail, though he doubted that Will would press any charges.

No, Will would never do that, even if he hadn't returned Hannibal's interest. But Hannibal had no doubt that he did; he was sure that even now, Will was dreaming of him, just as dreamed of Will every night. They were on the same path, sharing the same desires.

Sooner or later, those desires would meet and merge as one.

Hannibal didn't know when that would happen; he had no idea how long it would take for the two of them to make their desires known to the other. He only knew that until they did, the dreams would keep getting more intense, more realistic.

He had the definite feeling that Will was already being drawn into those dreams. He had to be very careful that the same thing didn't happen to him.

He had no intention of becoming entangled in those dreams to the point where he couldn't easily extricate himself. But he was going to enjoy those dreams to the fullest -- and when they became reality, he would enjoy them even more.