Title: Tremble For My Beloved
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 50, Tremble
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.


He couldn't recall ever trembling this violently before in his life. He had never been this nervous, this agitated, this completely off-balance.

Sherlock's hands trembled as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

Why should he be shaking now? He had made up his mind that this was what he wanted, that it was past time for his relationship with Will to move forward.

He shouldn't be nervous about this. He and Will wanted each other, and this was the first step towards having what they wanted. But it was hard to take that step.

He had never been naked in front of anyone before, and he didn't know just how Will was going to react to seeing him nude for the first time. That was quite enough to make anyone nervous, wasn't it? Baring his body to someone for the first time had to be a nerve-wracking experience.

But there was no reason for him to be nervous, he told himself firmly. This was Will he was baring himself to. Will, the man he loved, the man he wanted to spend his life with.

Will was standing here in front of him, naked and exposed, and he didn't seem nervous at all -- though Sherlock was sure that inside, his boyfriend was trembling just as he was.

He was a grown man, for heaven's sake. He shouldn't be so nervous about this.

"Sherlock, you're shaking." Will's voice brought him out of his thoughts and into the present; he raised his head to gaze into the infinite blueness of his boyfriend's eyes.

"I'm nervous, Will," he managed to murmur, even as his fingers fumbled with the next button. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before. It's .... a bit disconcerting, that's all." He rushed on hastily, not wanting Will to have the wrong idea about this. "But I want to be. I want you to see me."

Was that entirely true? he asked himself. His body was scarred; not horribly, but there were marks that he looked away from whenever he took a bath or a shower.

Would Will accept those marks as being a part of him?

Of course he would. Will wasn't the kind of man to turn away from someone he loved simply they weren't a physically perfect specimen. He was better than that.

And Will loved him, Sherlock thought, a rush of warmth overtaking his body. Will loved him regardless of how he looked, in spite of the fact that he was a virgin and had never been involved with anyone before, either emotionally or in the physical sense. That love wasn't going to be withdrawn.

They would never back away from each other. Not now that they'd come this far.

This was simply the next step in their relationship -- seeing each other unclothed, then moving forward physically. That might not happen tonight, but they were on their way.

"Let me do that." Will stepped closer to him, his hands gently pushing Sherlock's out of the way as he took over with undoing the buttons, quickly and deftly.

This was it. Within just a few moments, he would be naked next to Will, with no barriers between them.

Sherlock closed his eyes, feeling a pink flush rise to his cheeks as Will pushed his shirt over his shoulders, and he let it fall to the floor with a shrug. Then Will was working at the buckle of his belt, unzipping his trousers, and letting them slide down his legs to pool around his ankles.

Opening his eyes, Sherlock stepped out of the fabric, moving closer to Will, his eyes widening and a gasp coming from his throat when their erections rubbed against each other.

His eyes opened even wider when Will reached down a hand to touch his cock.

No one had ever touched him there before, and he hadn't expected it. His body reacted instantly, his cock hardening even further, a jolt of pleasure going through him.

'I want you to touch me, too," Will whispered as his fingers gently stroked down Sherlock's shaft. "Please, Sherlock. I've wanted to feel your hands on me since .... well, since we first met. Kissing and cuddling with our clothes on isn't enough any more. I want more than that. I need more."

So did he, Sherlock realized with a shock. He wanted and needed so much more than what they'd already had. No wonde rhe was trembling -- with need and desire.

He would continue to tremble for his beloved every time they touched.

He reached out to wrap his fingers around Will's cock, almost shocked at how hard his boyfriend was. He should have realized that, he thought dazedly.

If he desired Will, then of course he would be desired in return. He knew how mens' bodies worked; just because he had never been with anyone didn't mean that he was entirely innocent.

Will wanted him, and he wanted Will. That was the basic truth of it. There was no reason why their relationship couldn't be consummated here, tonight -- though he wasn't entirely sure that would happen. He didn't think that either of them were ready to take that leap yet.

But for the moment, they were touching each other, beginning to discover one another's bodies -- and it was the most pleasurable sensation he'd ever felt in his life.

Sherlock didn't know how they made it to the bed, but it seemed that they suddenly fell onto it in a tangle of limbs, their hands and mouths touching, tasting, exploring.

He gave himself over to the pure pleasure of those sensations, and let his mind take over.

Will's hands were on his body, just as his own hands roved over Will's flesh. He pulled the other man closer, rolling over on top of him, desperate to feel that slender body close against his own.