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Title: Forbidden Kiss
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 18, Kiss
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.


Why was Hannibal looking at him like that?

They'd had a productive session, or so Will thought. They'd talked about a lot, and he still felt a little mixed up, as though he was emptied, hollowed out.

He usually felt this way after a session with Hannibal, actually. This man forced him to look inward, to view his own psyche, and there were times when he wasn't comfortable with what he found there. Hannibal made him see a side of himself that he didn't often acknowledge.

But at the same time, he felt that he was coming to know himself better, in a way that he never had before. So these sessions were doing him some good.

Their sessions always ended like this. But tonight felt .... different.

Hannibal always walked him to the door, and they said a cordial good night before he went out, got into his car, and drove all the way home to Wolf Trap.

But tonight, something was off. Hannibal was gazing at him, a speculative look in those dark eyes. And Will could feel his heartbeat accelerating, pounding at such a rapid rate that he was almost certain the other man would be able to hear it beating from within his chest.

Hannibal looked as though he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He just stood there, gazing at Will, the look in his eyes something that Will had never seen before.

And then, with shocking suddenness, Hannibal reached for Will, pulling the slighter man against his body. His mouth was on Will's in a deep, searching kiss.

Will couldn't move, couldn't make a sound, could barely breathe. He had idly wondered what it would be like to be kissed by Hannibal, though he hadn't let his mind linger long on the question. After all, he was one of this man's patients. It was forbidden for them to have a personal relationship.

This kiss was forbidden. But still, it was happening, and Will could do nothing to stop it. He was being swept along on a tide of rising passion that he couldn't halt.

What was more, he didn't want to make it stop.

When they finally broke apart, he could do nothing but stare at Hannibal, his blue eyes wide and questioning. But he didn't have to ask why Hannibal had kissed him.

He could see the desire in those dark eyes; there was no doubt that Hannibal wanted him. And with a shock, Will realized that he felt the same way. He wanted this man, wanted those hands on his body, wanted more of those lips on his, wanted all that Hannibal could give.

That forbidden kiss had awakened desires that he had never dreamed he could have, desires that he wanted the two of them to explore to the fullest.

When their lips met again, this time he was ready for the kiss.