Title: Overwhelming Desire
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: Otherwordly Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: Basorexia - The overwhelming desire to kiss.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Sherlock Holmes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


"I hope this isn't going to bore you."

Will spoke quietly to Sherlock as he baited the hooks at the end of their fishing lines, almost laughing at his boyfriend's expression of helplessness.

"Fishing isn't that hard," he said, smiling as he handed Sherlock the fishing line. "And it's not live bait, either. I don't use that. I use those handmade lures. I've always enjoyed making them -- it's a painstaking job, and it takes my mind off work."

Sherlock nodded, leaning back and stretching slightly. He looked so incredibly sexy, Will thought with a soft smile. So relaxed and comfortable.

He looked like this at home, too, but not in the same way.

Will loved seeing Sherlock completely relaxed; he loved feeling that his boyfriend had finally put cases out of his mind, that he was allowing himself some time off.

He knew that Sherlock's cases were important to him; he had expected that. He had known when they first became involved that this man practically lived for his work, that there wasn't much that was more important to him than what he did for a living.

Though he'd become very sure in the weeks that they'd now been living together that he was more important to Sherlock than any case could ever be.

It was an odd feeling, knowing that he was so important to someone he cared about so much. It wasn't a feeling that he'd ever expected to have, but it wasn't an unwelcome one. In fact, it was a good feeling, that knowledge that he meant something.

He'd never really had that feeling before. No one in his past had ever made him feel that he was special, that he was at the center of their lives.

But Sherlock did. Sherlock made him feel .... wanted.

He loved this man, with a love that was strong and true. And not only that, but he desired Sherlock, with a fierce desire he'd never felt before.

that almost frightened him. The idea that he could actually want someone this badly -- Will Graham, the man who always kept his emotions hidden behind and impassive facade -- made him feel unsettled, as though he didn't know himself any more.

He'd thought that he was done with that feeling a long time ago, after everything that Hannibal had done to him had become crystal-clear in his mind.

But apparently, other things could cause that feeling, too.

He had thought that Hannibal's machinations were the only thing that could unsettle his mind and make him become unsure of himself, but that didn't seem to be the case.

That unsettled feeling happened to him whenever he looked at Sherlock, and felt that overwhelming wave of desire rush over him. It was happening now, when all he was doing was stealing a sideways glance at his boyfriend. He felt unsettled, nervous .... and aroused.

Just looking at Sherlock made him want to lean over and wrap his arms around his boyfriend's slim waist, press their lips together, and lock them in a torrid embrace.

What wuld Sherlock do if he leaned over and planted a kiss on those full, tempting lips? At the moment, it was all he could think of -- and all he wanted to do.

The overwhelming desire to kiss Sherlock was starting to consume him; the image of the two of them in an embrace loomed large in Will's mind, the only thing that he could see in his mind's eye. They had waited so long to be physically intimate; it was time to take things a step further.

He wanted Sherlock, wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to run his fingers through that thick, dark hair, to feel those hands on his own body.

He didn't just want a single kiss. He wanted much, much more than that.

That overwhelming desire rose up in him again, more fiercely than he'd thought it could. It was so strong that he caught his breath, almost gasping.

How could he possibly want someone this much? It wasn't time for them to consummate their relationship; he wasn't ready to go that far yet, and he didn't think that Sherlock was, either. But kissing .... ah, now that was another matter entirely.

Kissing Sherlock was the best feeling he'd ever had. The meeting of their lips set something free inside him, something that soared and broke free of earthly tethers.

Something that he'd never thought was inside him until Sherlock had set it free.

He'd needed that freedom, needed to let his spirit take wing and soar to heights that he'd never been able to achieve before, heights he'd never even known existed.

Before Sherlock, it had always felt as though love was something intended for other people, never for him. Will had always been sure that his empathy would keep him from that kind of love; he would never risk his heart being crushed, as he was sure it would be.

With Sherlock, he had taken that chance -- and the rewards for doing so had been manifold. He was glad that he'd taken the risk, that he'd found the courage to step forward.

Now, he had to do that again -- and this time, there was no hesitation, no fear. Kissing Sherlock wouldn't be a risk --- it would be simply moving their relationship a step forward in the direction that it needed to take. A direction that they'd always been headed in.

The overwhelming desire rose in him again, and this time, he couldn't hold it back. He had to do something, had to take action. And he had to do it now.

Without a word, he leaned towards Sherlock and pressed their lips together.

That overwhelming desire to kiss, that basorexia, swept over him again -- and this time, he was actually following the dictates of that desire, rather than trying to hold it back. He was letting it come out, fly free, enveloping both himself and Sherlock in his own need.

His arms slid around Sherlock's waist, drawing the other man closer. His lips became more insistent, the heat of the kiss escalating by the second.

All he could feel was that desire, growing ever higher, sparking, flaming, rising to the skies. He wanted this to go on forever; he wanted to kiss Sherlock for the rest of his life, to let this desire run rampant, to let it take over their bodies and souls.

He wanted to lose himself in this kiss, to never come down from these dizzying heights.

But it had to end sometime, as he had known it would. When they finally broke the kiss and he pulled back slightly, Sherlock's arms were around him, not letting him go.

"That was .... marvelous," Sherlock breathed, his voice slightly unsteady. I don't know exactly where it came from, but I'm not going to argue with it. And," he added, his voice very soft, almost breathless, "I think I'd like to do that again. As soon as possible."

"That can be arranged," Will told him -- right before lips met again, the second kiss just as passionate as the first, if not more so.

It was a very long time before the two of them managed to come back up for air.