Title: Not Dull At All
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own 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.


"Sherlock, do you think I'm dull sometimes?"

Sherlock looked up, startled, his eyes wide. Will was sitting on the couch, looking at him as he lounged in a comfortable chair, trepidation in his blue eyes.

"What would make you ask that, my love?" Sherlock managed to get out, truly puzzled by Will's question. "Why would you think for even one moment that I find you dull?"

Will bit his lip, and Sherlock could see him struggling for the right words to say. He almost wanted to smile, but he was sure that doing such a thing would only add to Will's anxiety. Though he couldn't understand why his boyfriend would be anxious; Will should know by now just how he felt.

He could never find this beautiful man dull, not in any way. He would always think that Will was the most exciting, most desirable person he'd ever met.

But he knew that Will was full of self-doubts at times, and as Will's lover, it was his job to assuage those doubts, to build up Will's self- confidence as much as he could.

He would do that to the best of his ability.

Will shrugged, seemingly trying to look nonchalant about his question, but Sherlock had heard the nervousness and anxiety in his voice when he had asked.

"I'm just not a very exciting guy, that's all," he murmured, his gaze not meeting Sherlock's. "I would have thought you'd want somebody who could bring a little more spice into your life."

Sherlock considered his words carefully before he spoke, clasping his hands together and leaning forward. "Will, I'm not sure where this has come from, but I can assure you, love, that you're more than exciting enough. I'm not looking for an exciting relationship. I'm looking for one that lasts."

"I guess all that's going on with Hannibal being out to get me is exciting," Will answered, a smile starting to form at the corners of his lips. "Nobody could deny that."

"No, they couldn't," Sherlock said, his own soft smile answering Will's. "But actually, I'll be glad when that excitement is over, he's behind bars, and things have settled down for us."

"I want that to happen soon," Will said, his voice very soft. "I just don't want you to get tired of me after all of this is over, Sherlock. I want you to keep loving me and keep wanting to be with me. I want a relationship that lasts, too," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I've never had one before."

Sherlock got up, coming to sit down on the couch next to Will and taking his boyfriend's hands in his own, raising them to his lips and kissing each fingertip.

"Neither have I, Will," he murmured. "I've never had a relationship at all. I've always been a bit afraid to be involved, you know. I'm just glad you are my first. My first and only."

He leaned forward slightly, meeting Will's soft lips with his own.

The kiss was a gentle breath of air, like a soft spring breeze, bringing with it the promise of a shared future. A promise of forever, of days and nights to come, of a lifetime lived together.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting slightly, and when each man opened his eyes to gaze at the other, those eyes were wide with wonder -- and desire.

"I could never find you dull in any way, my love," Sherlock said, his voice very soft. He raised one hand, his thumb gently tracing along the full curve of Will's bottom lip. "You will always be exciting to me, Will. And you will always be the keeper of my heart, come what may."

"I love you," Will whispered, his voice husky. "You'll always have my heart too, Sherlock. From now until eternity, until time itself ceases to exist. I'll be yours."

With that, they leaned into another kiss, this one longer and more insistent than the last. Sherlock pulled Will into his arms, bringing their bodies together just as their mouths were.

Oh no, there was nothing dull about this man. Nothing at all.