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Title: Lamb To the Slaughter
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "Becoming."
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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This was the path of self-destruction.

Will was fully aware of that fact, but he didn't care. He was where he wanted to be, here with Hannibal, and for the moment, nothing else mattered.

This was what he wanted, what he'd longed for. This was the culmination of so many dreams that he'd had since he and Hannibal had first met.

He'd imagined this moment, being here naked with Hannibal beside him, equally bare. He'd thought that it would be exciting, arousing. But nothing had prepared him for just how exciting it was, how the anticipation coursed through every fiber of his being.

All he wanted was for Hannibal to take him, to make him his. It would hurt; he didn't doubt that. He expected pain. But he also knew that there would be great pleasure.

Will didn't doubt for a moment that Hannibal would make this good for him, good for both of them. He knew that this man was an experienced lover.

Hannibal would make his dreams come true.

What would happen afterwards? At this point, he didn't much care about that. He didn't want to think about the future, about the consequences.

And there would be consequences. Will didn't doubt that, either. There would be darkness, as well as the light of the wondrous experience he was about to discover. They wouldn't be able to stop at just once. They would keep doing this, and sooner or later, they would be found out.

They wouldn't be able to keep their relationship a secret forever -- and truth be told, he didn't want to. He wanted the world to know that he was with Hannibal.

But it could hurt them both, in the long run.

Still, he didn't want to think about that fact. Not now. All he wanted was for this to begin, for the feelings he knew were being held out to him to open up.

He needed this, more than he had ever needed anything. The fact that he could be sowing the seeds of his own destruction, and Hannibal's as well, didn't seem to mean much. Those facts were lost somewhere in the haze of desire and need that surrounded the two of them.

He reached for Hannibal, at the same time that the other man moved towards him. And then he was under Hannibal, the other man's body pinning him down.

It was frightening and wonderful at the same time. It was unfamiliar, and yet exhilarating; it was everything that he wanted, and nothing that he'd ever experienced before.

All he could feel and taste and think was Hannibal.

He just wanted to be close to Hannibal, to wrap himself around this man and never let go. That was the only thought in his mind, all that he could think of doing. And even as the thought coalesced in his mind, he did just that, his limbs wrapping around Hannibal and holding him close.

Will's eyes went wide when Hannibal's hand moved down the front of his body, those long, cool fingertips brushing over his cock, then moving lower.

Then those fingertips were circling his entrance, and Will knew what would happen next. Hannibal's fingers would be inside him, preparing him for what was to come.

He knew that he shouldn't tense up, that he should make himself relax so that the first shock of entrance would be easier for him, but it was impossible to do so. He could feel his muscles tensing, feel his body going rigid, and he hoped that it wouldn't make Hannibal stop.

He was relieved when it didn't; the pressure continued, more insistent now.

He swallowed a gasp when one finger pressed inside him, quickly followed by another. Then those fingers were pushing deeper, and Hannibal's mouth was on his.

It didn't matter that this would be his destruction. He would walk directly towards it, willingly, even gratefully, like a lamb going to the slaughter.

Nothing mattered except that he was with Hannibal, that he was finally going to experience what he had dreamed of for so long, from the moment that they had first looked into each other's eyes. Nothing mattered other than the fact that he finally had what he wanted.

Those searching, probing fingers slid out of him, and Will caught his breath, his body poised on the brink. He arched his back, raising his hips, silently begging.

Hannibal stared down at him, those dark eyes meeting Will's blue gaze.

When Hannibal entered him, Will cried out, though whether in pain, passion, or pleasure, he wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was a combination of all three.

His legs instinctively raised to wrap around Hannibal's waist, as though he was drawing his lover closer into the heat of his body. He was clinging to Hannibal, even as the other man began to move within him, his own hips rising and falling with the primal rhythm.

It didn't take long for that rhythm to escalate, until all that Will could hear was the slap of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans coming from both of them.

The air was filled with the sounds and scents of passion unleashed.

Will could feel himself spiraling upwards, in a continuous arc of pleasure that he never wanted to end. He was being lifted, higher and higher, closer to the stars.

Each thrust took him further into the heavens, raised him far above the earth until he felt that he was flying, that the pleasure couldn't possibly be any more intense.

And then, with a suddenness that was almost shocking, his climax broke over him, waves of pleasure crashing over his body, making him gasp and writhe in Hannibal's arms, the cresting sensations more incredible than he'd ever dreamed anything could be.

He closed his eyes, letting himself go, knowing that he had finally climbed that mountain, that he had planted a flag at the top of it for the world to see.

He was no longer alone, no longer one single entity. He and Hannibal had come together, joined and enjoyed each other; they were a part of each other's lives now.

He felt replete, complete, entirely satiated for the first time in his life.

Will whimpered softly when Hannibal slid out of him; he had wanted the two of them to stay locked together for as long as possible. He suddenly felt empty, bereft.

But then Hannibal rolled over and pulled him into those strong arms, and Will could feel his lover's heartbeat thudding against his own, the rhythms synching with each other. He hadn't felt this close to Hannibal when they'd actually been physically joined only moments ago.

His eyes were slipping closed; he couldn't keep them open. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, so that he could wake up in Hannibal's arms in the morning.

And then they would make love all over again.

Yes, this could possibly be his destruction. But what a way to go, Will thought to himself, smiling sleepily as he began to relinquish his hold on the waking world.

Will's last coherent thought before he sank into sleep was that if he was sowing the seeds of his own destruction, he was going to at least have a good time doing it.

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