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Title: A Definite Victory
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Matthew Brown
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 8, Victory
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 Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Will looked up as Matthew appeared at the door of his cell.

His heart seemed to race in his chest; he had been waiting for what felt like days to see the other man, waiting to have some word as to when they would meet again.

All he wanted was another chance to be intimate with Matthew; he didn't care where it happened, as long as he could feel those lips on his, those hands on his body, and feel Matthew inside him again, taking him, joining them in the most primal passion possible.

Will got up from his cot, going to the bars and placing one hand over Matthew's. He was feeling reckless; he didn't care who might see them.

To hell with Chilton. To hell with the rest of the world.

He needed that contact, that touch. He hungered for Matthew in a way that he'd never thought he could for anyone; he needed to feel close to his lover.

"Don't worry about anybody seeing us," Matthew whispered as his fingers curled around Will's through the bars. "The cameras are down." He winked, grinning at Will. "I might have had something to do with that. I just needed to touch you and not have him see."

Will nodded, feeling his throat tighten. This was so frustrating, only being able to touch Matthew here and there, their caresses stolen and furtive.

But they were together now, he told himself firmly. It might only be for a few moments, but anything was better than not touching Matthew at all.

And this was a victory for them, being able to be together like this with no one watching them, even if it was only for a small amount of stolen time. Any way that he could be Matthew was worth taking risks for; he hungered for this time, these few snatches of intimacy.

Though it couldn't really be called "intimacy" when there were bars between them, Will thought sadly. Still, at least they could touch, and talk to each other.

"What about the microphones?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

"All out," Matthew replied, with another wink and a roguish smile. "And they're all going to be out tomorrow morning, too. When you're in the shower."

Will couldn't keep back a smile of his own. This was a definite victory for them; he didn't know how Matthew would manage to keep any cameras or microphones from working, but he didn't really care. As long as he could be with his lover, any risk seemed worth taking.

"Tomorrow morning," Matthew told him, squeezing his hand, then looking up. "The cameras won't be out long. I have to go. But be ready, Will. I'll come for you."

Will nodded, his heart leaping in his chest.

He was already counting the hours until tomorrow morning.

This feeling of victory would get him through the coming hours, until he could finally be with his lover again.

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