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Title: Fire in His Veins
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 2, Fire
Author's Note: Sequel to "A Tangible Presence."
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.


A fire coursed through Will's veins, one that he couldn't control.

He wasn't entirely sure just how this had started, but he knew that he didn't want it to stop. He wanted to stay here in Hannibal's arms forever, being held and kissed.

This kiss had been unexpected, just like that first one had been -- but this time, he threw himself into it, letting it sweep him away into another world, letting it clouds his senses until all that was left was the fire that seemed to burn through him into his very soul.

This kiss, as well as the first one, was etched onto his heart and soul, branded into his memory. It would be with him until the end of time itself.

This kiss was fierce, demanding .... and possessive.

It was unlike anything Will had ever known, exhilarating, thrilling -- and even a little frightening. He had never felt such strong emotion -- or such overwhelming physical desire.

The fire that burned through his veins seemed to take over every part of him; he had never wanted anyone like this before, and no desire that he'd ever felt had prepared him for this. Will gasped into the kiss, his fingers curling into the short hairs at the nape of Hannibal's neck.

He could feel the other man's desire for him; Hannibal's arousal was obvious, and he was sure that the evidence of his own desire was just as prominent.

The kiss ended just as abruptly as it had begun; Hannibal pulled away slightly, but kept Will in his arms, his embrace tightening even as their lips parted.

Will wanted this to last forever, wanted the kiss to go on and on, though he knew that realistically, they would have to come up for air at some point. He stared at Hannibal, his blue eyes wide, unable to speak a word, the fire that boiled through his entire being starting to slowly recede.

He was throwing caution to the winds; he wasn't going to hold back any longer. He knew that he wanted Hannibal, and there was no reason for them to deny themselves.

For once, he was going to take what he wanted.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was in actuality only a few moments, Will found his voice. "So what happens now?" he asked, his voice hoarse and cracked.

Hannibal smiled at him, the look igniting the fire in in Will's veins even further. He had never seen that look in anyone's eyes before when they gazed at him, but he had no doubt as to what it meant. Hannibal desired him; that look left no question of that in Will's mind.

"Now, we go upstairs, and continue this in more private surroundings," Hannibal said, his voice husky. He moved away slightly, then took Will's hand.

Silently, both men headed up the stairs, hand in hand.