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Title: Only One Possible Outcome
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 29, Blood
Author's Note: Sequel to "Spilling His Blood."
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.


The idea of seeing Will covered with blood didn't excite him.

Hannibal's brow furrowed at the thought, and he slowly put down the sharp letter opener he'd been holding. This new train of thought made him a bit uneasy.

He had thought that he wanted a kind of revenge on Will for not becoming what Hannibal wanted him to be, for having a will that was too strong to break. But no .... revenge wasn't what he wanted. He didn't hate Will. He didn't want to spill his blood, to take his life.

What he truly wanted was for Will to be, to come to him willingly and to lay himself at Hannibal's feet. He wanted an acolyte, a companion.

He wanted someone to be with him, as more than a friend.

Hannibal sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. Why didn't he just admit the truth to himself? He didn't want Will Graham as merely a friend.

No, he wanted Will Graham as a lover. He wanted the young man to look at him with a certain kind of light in his eyes, a light that said he belonged to Hannibal and would give up anything for him, would do anything to please him, anything for them to be together.

But he had destroyed that possibility, for good and all time. He should have realized that taking Will by force was not going to be the way into his heart.

That had been a terrible mistake, but the damage was done now. There was no way that he could talk Will into coming over to his side. Not after that.

He would simply have to admit to himself that he had made a mistake, and try to move on. Though he didn't want to spill Will's blood, something told him that he was going to have to. They were locked in a struggle now that only had one possible outcome.

They were in a fight to the death. Either his death, or Will's. That was the way it had to be. Only one of them could come out of this alive. It was too late for anything else.

Did he have regrets? he asked himself. Yes, of course he did.

Still, it couldn't be helped, he told himself with a sigh. The next time he saw Will, they would be sworn enemies. There was no other choice for either of them.

If only things could have been different .... Hannibal pushed that thought away as soon as it coalesced in his mind. There was no alternative. He had made sure of that when he had committed a terrible crime against Will, one that he now regretted but couldn't change.

This had been the outcome; he would probably have to spill Will's blood, and he knew that Will would be out for his. From promising beginnings, they had come to this.

It would be interesting to see just how their story would end.