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Title: No Dream Can Compare
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Sequel to "Enclosed By Darkness."
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.

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Will didn't want to open his eyes.

There really wasn't any need to, was there? After all, this was the weekend -- he didn't have to teach any classes, and Hannibal had no patients.

They could just stay in bed today and be together -- and he could hopefully forget about the frightening dream that had taken over his mind last night. The echoes of that dream were still with him, though he'd managed to go back to sleep and get some rest.

But he was awake now, and he was fairly sure that Hannibal was, as well. He was sure that he could feel his lover watching him, even though his eyes were closed.

He could just sense that Hannibal was looking at him.

Did his lover know that a dream had shocked him into wakefulness last night? Was Hannibal aware of what had happened? Did he want to talk about it?

Will wasn't sure that he was ready to discuss the dream. Other than being frightened and disturbed by what he had seen in the realm of sleep, he didn't know what it meant -- and even though Hannibal might have some ideas, he wasn't sure that he wanted to hear them.

He just wanted to forget about the dream, wanted it to go away. He wanted to banish it into the mists of memory and never have it return to haunt him.

But something told him that wasn't possible. If he did manage to hide that dream away from his consciousness, he was sure that it would eventually return.

He finally opened his eyes, and when he did, Hannibal's gaze met his. The other man smiled down at him, and Will could feel the dream melt away as though it had never occurred. All he could think of was the love he saw in those dark eyes, a love that was all for him.

The dream vanished, the memory of it disappearing from his mind. All he could think about was the love he felt for this man, a love that he knew would never fade.

What did a dream matter, when he was loved like this?

Hannibal reached for him, those strong arms sliding around his waist. Will responded by wrapping his own arms around Hannibal's neck, drawing him closer.

How could he think about a frightening dream when he was in the arms of his fiancÚ? Hannibal made it all go away, made it seem as though the only thing of any importance in the world was the two of them. No dream, no matter how terrifying, could compare with this.

Will closed his eyes as Hannibal's mouth came down on his and those hands, so strong and assured, began to move over his body.

This was real. And no dream could compare to it.

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