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Title: To the Next Level
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: R
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #568, Candle
Author's Note: Sequel to "Be My Lover."
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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He hadn't expected this. Such boldness. Such .... desire.

Not from Will. Not from his sweet, shy boy. But that was what he'd been presented with -- and he would be a fool not to take full advantage of it.

It was thrilling to see Will take control of a situation like this; not that he hadn't thought this young man was fully capable of doing so, but he hadn't thought that Will's innermost desires would manifest themselves this soon. He had been prepared to wait.

Though Will wasn't really in control, was he? Hannibal was letting him think that he was -- but the older man still held the reins firmly in both hands.

He wasn't going to let Will think that he could take control. Oh, no. He could easily give the illusion that it was happening -- but Will would never know that it was only an illusion. Hannibal knew just when to let those reins loosen, and when to pull back on them firmly.

Will still had so much to learn, so much to discover about himself. This would only be the first lesson, but it would be an important one.

Once this lesson had been absorbed, they could keep moving forward from there.

He had so many plans, so much to do and say. But for now, he would be patient, and let Will take these first steps into the unknown, one at a time.

When he stepped forward to pull Will into his arms, he had no thoughts in his head as to what would come next; all he wanted to do was to feel that smooth, soft skin under his fingertips, to revel in the feeling of finally having Will in his arms.

The kiss was much more intense than he'd thought it would be; he had to hold back his own gasp, tamp down hard on the desire that rose within him.

That could be dangerous, for both of them. He wanted Will more than he could put into words, but he knew that this first time had to move slowly; Will was being adorably bold, but Hannibal was sure that one wrong move on his part could make the younger man back off.

That wasn't what he wanted, not at all. He wanted to pull Will inexorably towards him, not push him away. He would have to be very careful in how he progressed.

Though he was sure that he knew what the next move should be.

Even though he knew that he needed to release Will to do what he wanted to do, he found it hard to let go, to step away from the beautiful young man.

The words wouldn't be hard to say; he could already feel them on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said, to let Will hear how he felt.

"I want to see you," he whispered, putting his hands on Will's shoulders and gazing into his eyes. "Not in bright lamplight, Will. I want to see you in the romance of candlelight. I want to see you as I will be seeing you when you are under me in our bedroom."

Our bedroom. There. With just two words, he had moved the two of them into an intimacy that was still waiting to happen, without so much as a single touch.

Moving slowly, not taking his eyes from Will's nude body, he backed to his desk, sliding open one of the drawers and withdrawing a single tall candle.

Will watched him, those incredibly intense blue eyes not missing one movement. Hannibal could almost feel his heart skip a beat; he wanted to push his plans aside, to throw caution to the winds, to take Will in his arms and have his way with him.

It would be so easy to do .... He could just see himself pressing Will onto the couch, or better yet, onto the rug, stripping off his own clothes, covering Will's slim body with his own ....

Hannibal almost shook his head, blinking a few times to erase the tempting vision. No, that wasn't what he was going to do. He was going to follow his plans.

Of course, Will's actions tonight had sped those plans up quite a bit.

He had thought that he would have to seduce Will, that it would take a great deal fo time, and that he would have coax Will to come to him.

But things hadn't transpired in that way. Instead, Will had come to him of his own volition; he had been the one to make the first move, surprisingly. Hannibal was starting to realize that perhaps he had misjudged Will in some ways. He was more direct than he seemed.

Behind that shy, retiring facade, there lurked a hunger, a desire than Hannibal was sure matched his own. And he intended to cultivate that hunger, to bring it forward.

Will hadn't discovered all of the facets to who he could be, Hannibal told himself. There was so much more to him than was apparent on the surface; Hannibal had sensed that buried sexuality the first time that they'd met, and he had been more than intrigued.

Now, he was going to be the man who would bring Will's sensuality into full bloom, the lover who would help Will discover all that he was -- and all that he could be.

It would be the greatest pleasure that either of them had ever experienced.

Slowly, deliberately, he set the candle down on the desk, reaching for the long lighter he kept there for just such a use. He thumbed the catch, the flame springing to life.

Hannibal focused his gaze on Will's face as he slowly reached for the candle, holding the flame to the tip. Oh, yes, he could see the sensuality slumbering in those eyes; Will's body was taut, his nerves stretched thin, waiting to see what would happen next.

Now he could study Will in the candlelight, see the lines of his body limned in a golden glow. Hannibal moved to turn off the lamp, leaving the room bathed in soft light.

The candle not only illuminated Will's pale, bare body, but it made his blue eyes look all the more intense. They glowed like sapphires; Hannibal had noticed their beauty from the first time he'd seen Will, even behind the barrier of those thick glasses.

Now, those eyes seemed to burn into him, daring him to take this to the next level, to make the next move. He was more than ready to do just that.

Slowly, he began undoing his tie, keeping his gaze locked on Will.

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