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Title: His Own Desires
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Sequel to "Descent Into Madness."
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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What was Will doing? This seemed very odd indeed.

Hannibal followed the younger man down the garden path slowly, stopping when Will stopped. Will simply stood there, arms at his sides, his eyes closed.

This felt like some sort of surreal dream, but Hannibal didn't doubt that Will was doing just as he'd been told to do, his mind and body reliving the night that he'd been attacked while he was sleepwalking. But he couldn't have been nude, and so far, nothing had happened.

Was he going to relive the attack? Would he stand here and watch Will defend himself against an assailant hat was only there in his mind?

That wasn't what he had wanted. It wouldn't tell him who the attacker was.

Hannibal waited, but Will did nothing, just stood there. He wondered just what was going in the young man's mind; it was frustrating not to know what Will was experiencing.

Was he remembering back to that fateful night? Was he reliving it, even though Hannibal couldn't see what was going on in the recesses of his brain? If only he could push back the curtains of that dream world and peer inside, know what Will was thinking and feeling at this very moment.

But that wasn't possible, of course. All that he could do was wait patiently for whatever Will might do, and hope that it would give him some clue.

For what seemed like an eternity, Will stood there, his nude body swaying from side to side, before he turned to Hannibal and stared at him with a blank expression.

What was he supposed to do now? Hannibal knew what he wanted to do, but that would be one of the most unethical things that he could possibly do with a patient. It was unethical enough that he and Will had embarked on their physical relationship.

Hannibal almost felt as though he himself was caught up within a dream; what was happening almost didn't feel real, except for the fact that he was wide awake.

He had already broken so many rules. What would one more matter?

Perhaps he would be damned for the thoughts in his mind, but at this point, he didn't care. Who was there to stop them? No one could see what would happen.

Hannibal held out his hand to Will, hoping that the movement would catch the other man's attention. Will's head turned towards him as though he sensed the movement. For a moment, just a breif second in time, Hannibal was transfixed by that intense blue gaze. He couldn't make himself look away.

He took Will's hand in his, twining their fingers together and leading the younger man back into the house -- and up the steps towards the bedroom.

The rest of the this night would be given over to his own desires.

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