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Title: Consummation
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Matthew Brown
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
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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It felt strange to be naked with another man.

Of course, he'd dreamed about this moment, thought about it for what seemed like forever. But Will still felt unsettled, uncomfortable, unable to be at ease with his own nudity.

That wasn't surprising, was it? he asked himself. He'd never been with anyone before, and until Matthew had come into his life, he'd never thought that he would be.

Oh, he'd thought about it, and there had been fumbling attempts to convince himself that he liked girls back when he was in college. But he'd never actually done anything more than fumble, and even though he'd had several crushes on boys, he'd never even had a date with a man.

Now, here he was, an inmate in a mental institution that doubled as a prison, in a darkened cell about to give his body to another man for the first time.

He wasn't having second thoughts. He wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything. But it still felt strange, as though he was walking through a waking dream.

Though somehow, he knew that it wouldn't feel like a dream.

Will closed his eyes as Matthew's hands moved down his back, over his sides, coming to rest on his hips. Those hands were slightly calloused, strong, sure.

Then Matthew was pushing him forward slightly, to lean against the bars of his cell. Will curled his fingers around those bars, sure that he would need something to hold on to. He didn't doubt that Matthew was going to take him from behind, that he wouldn't be able to turn around to face his lover.

That was all right with him, he told himself, swallowing hard. He didn't think that he could face Matthew while it was happening. He didn't want to look into those eyes.

Not while he was being taken for the first time.

Those hands, those wonderful warm hands, were moving over his body again, up to his shoulders, then down his arms. Matthew was stroking his entire body, relaxing him.

When those hands stilled, Matthew leaned against him, and Will's eyes widened. A gasp came from his throat, one that he hadn't expected himself to make.

He could feel Matthew's erection against his buttocks -- and it was much harder, and much larger than he'd expected it to be. For a moment, there was only one thought in his mind: How is something that fucking big going to fit inside me? For a moment, he almost panicked.

Then he forced the panic down, forced himself to breathe normally. Of course it was going to hurt a little; this was his first time. He couldn't expect it to be completely painless.

But the pleasure would override the pain. He was sure of that.

Will's blue eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp as Matthew's fingers trailed down his back, over his buttocks, to slip down the cleft of his ass. He knew what was coming next.

Then those fingers were gone, and Will wondered what was happening, what Matthew was doing. Had he changed his mind? Was this going to stop? Then those fingers were back again, and this time, they felt wet. Will knew instantly what was going on. Matthew had lubed his fingers.

His breath came faster now; he knew what Matthew was going to do. Before the thought could finish coalescing in his his mind, one finger pressed inside him, and he let out another gasp that was almost, but not quite, a soft cry. It felt good; it didn't hurt at all. He'd expected it to be a little painful.

But it wasn't; he just felt full, more so than he'd thought. And this was only one finger, he told himself. How would be feel when Matthew's cock was inside him?

That thought was much more arousing than he'd intended it to be.

He was hard now; his cock was brushing against the bars of the cell. Even that contact aroused him; it was as though his skin was aching to be touched in any way possible.

A second finger joined the first, and Will moaned in response. He couldn't hold the sound back; it seemed to fill the cell, reverberating off the cold stone walls. Matthew didn't tell him to be quiet; he had obviously disabled not only Chilton's cameras, but any microphones that were around.

All he wanted was to feel Matthew inside him, for their bodies to be joined. His body ached for that contact; he wanted, needed to be filled, fucked, taken.

Will gasped when Matthew's fingers slid out of him; his muscles tensed, his body tightening, ready for what he knew was coming. He couldn't stop it now; he'd gone too far to turn back.

He had waited for these next few moments all of his life.

The thrust came hard and fast; Will's hands clenched on the bars, his cry resounding throughout the quiet of the cell. For just a moment, pain seemed to flash through his entire body.

Then the pain was gone, and all he could feel was warmth, a sensation of fullness, a feeling of being taken upwards, higher and higher, until he was sure that he could reach out and touch the very heavens. He was caught up in pure pleasure, unfamiliar sensations taking him over.

He could feel Matthew pulling back, but he knew that his lover wouldn't slip out of him. Matthew would stay inside his body, making love to him until they both reached the peak.

Without realizing he was doing so, Will pushed his hips back.

Matthew had pulled almost all the way out of him, but now he slid in again, deeper this time. Will could feel another moan rising to his lips, one that he uttered without constraint.

He was gripping the bars of his cell, clinging to them with a ferocity that whitened his knuckles. The feeling of Matthew inside him was intense, searing, as though the other man was a part of him.

He hadn't thought that it would be this .... intimate. Somehow, he had convinced himself that it would merely be the joining of two bodies, that he would finally lose his virginity after years of wondering what it would be like to be with another man. But he hadn't expected this.

Will desperately wanted to turn around and be taken into Matthew's arms, to feel the other man's lips on his, to be kissed and held as well as being taken.

But to do that, he would have to break the contact they had now, and he couldn't bear to do that. He wanted more, wanted Matthew to stay inside him for the rest of his life.

He wanted this to go on forever, even though he knew that it wouldn't.

Sooner or later, this contact would end, Matthew would slide out of him, and it would be done. But while it lasted, he wanted to savor every moment, every second.

He could feel his orgasm uncoiling in the pit of his belly, feel himself starting to spiral upwards, towards those stars that he was sure he could touch, towards the clouds that seemed to whirl amongst those stars. He could reach out and feel them .... yes, he was almost there .....

Will could feel Matthew thrusting into him, hear the other man's soft pants and gasps, hear his own moans joining the sounds that his lover was making.

The world seemed to stand still; time ceased to flow.

He and Matthew were caught up in a private world of their own, a world where no one else could touch them, a world that no one else could enter and disturb them.

There was only the two of them, and what was happening between their bodies. They were joined; two had become one. They breathed as one entity, one body, one soul.

Matthew's hands moved to rest over Will's on the bars, fingers curling around Will's palms. His thrusts increased in force and rhythm; after a few moments, they became erratic, as though he no longer had control over what his body was doing. His breathing, too, was erratic and disjointed, catching in his throat.

Will dimly sensed that this was coming to an end, he knew that their bodes couldn't keep this up for much longer. He was having a hard time holding himself back, his body demanding release.

With the next thrust, it came. Will cried out, spilling onto the floor outside of the bars, his body trembling in the aftermath of his climax. He could feel Matthew release inside him with a guttural cry.

He sagged against the bars as Matthew's arms went around him.

Will knew that those arms were the only thing holding him up; he felt boneless, unable to move a muscle. He was sure that if his lover released him, he would be a heap on the floor.

All he could do was lean against the bars, panting, waiting for Matthew to pull out of him. Instead, the other man leaned against him, resting his cheek against Will's before whispering into his ear. "That was amazing, baby. You're so hot, so tight. I want to do this again. Soon."

Will could do nothing but nod; he felt the same way. But he knew that he would have to wait a few days before he would be up to doing this again.

He already felt a little sore, even with Matthew still inside him.

But it was a good kind of sore, he told himself. This was how he wanted to feel. He wanted the imprint of Matthew's body to stay on his skin, to keep this feeling for as long as he could.

Even the soreness was welcome, because it was a part of what they had done together. Matthew hadn't done it to him. He had been a willing participant.

He almost groaned when Matthew pulled out of him; he had wanted their bodies to stay connected, though he knew that his lover couldn't spend too much time with him. If he did, then his absence in other parts of the place would be noticed, and their affair would be ended when it had barely begun.

Matthew's lips were close to his ear; Will could feel the other man's breath on his skin. "I'll come to you again, baby. Just be ready for me whenever it happens."

Will couldn't speak; he could only nod in agreement. No matter when Matthew came to him again, he would be ready and willing. He only hoped it would be soon.

He could hear the rustling of cloth as Matthew got dressed.

He didn't turn around, didn't watch Matthew putting his clothes back on, and he didn't make a move to dress himself. He would do that when Matthew had left.

Will watched as the other man left the cell, locking it behind him. Matthew reached for him, running calloused, gentle fingers down his cheek and smiling at him. There were no words exchanged between them; Will knew that they needed no words. No words could possibly express how he felt.

In fact, he wasn't entirely sure of how he felt. He would have to think about all that had happened tonight, process it. That might take a while.

But one thing he did know was that he had no regrets.

Silently, he watched as Matthew pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and bent down to wipe up the semen that had puddled on the floor outside of his cell.

When Matthew straightened up again, their eyes met, and Will's breath caught in his throat. He almost thought that his lover would come back into the cell and take him again.

But Matthew didn't do that; instead, he reached for Will's hand, drawing it through the bars and raising it to his lips. He slowly kissed each fingertip, almost reverently, then took Will's index finger into his mouth and sucked on it, slowly, gently, very deliberately, as their gazes met.

Will knew that his body was aroused again without even looking down -- and he knew that Matthew could see it, too. How could he miss it? His erection was right there for the world to see.

Still, he knew that Matthew wouldn't take advantage of that tonight. He had other places to be, things that he had to do to keep suspicion away from the two of them.

Slowly, he let Will's finger slip out of his mouth, and released his hand.

A slow smile spread over Matthew's face as he watched Will, then he leaned forward so that his face nearly touched the cold iron bars of the cell.

"I'll be with you again, Will," he whispered, his lips so close to Will's that he could almost feel that warm breath on his skin. "Maybe not here, but somewhere. I'll try not to make you wait too long, baby. I need you as much as you need me. Remember that. Keep thinking about next time."

With those words, he smiled at Will once again, a secret, knowing smile, then turned and left. Will watched him go, wishing that he could have summoned up something to say.

He knew what he wanted to say. But it was too soon for that.

Now wasn't the time to tell Matthew that he loved him. Was he in love? He wasn't sure. He knew that he felt desire, but that wasn't love. He wasn't sure just where his emotions lay. Not yet.

With a soft sigh, Will finally turned away from the bars and bent to pick up his boxers and jumpsuit. He doubted that he would be able to sleep, but the rest of this night would give him a chance to think.

He had a lot of think about, and a lot to savor.

And he would also be counting the hours until Matthew was with him again.

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