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Title: Ready For the Night
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Matthew Brown
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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The words were quiet, furtive, spoken in a whisper.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come to you last night, Will. I wanted to. But I was .... detained. Chilton might have found out, and we don't want that," Matthew told him.

Will kept his eyes averted from the other man; for all he knew, Chilton was watching them right now. In fact, he probably was, knowing the nosy bastard.

The last thing they needed was for Chilton to find out about their illicit feelings for each other; Matthew was right about that. If Chilton knew, then Matthew would be out of a job, and he could very well be prosecuted. And Will? Will would have no one. Nothing to hope for or to look forward to.

So they had to be careful, and make sure that Chilton had no clue about what was going on between them. Or, more accurately, what they wanted to happen.

Will was sure that he was going to lose his mind if he had to wait for Matthew much longer. He would start screaming, and never be able to stop.

He had never experienced this kind of desire before.

What was it about Matthew that made him so desirable? Will supposed that it was because he was the only person he felt that he could truly talk to.

Matthew was the only one who reached out to him, who didn't seem as though he was unreachable behind a pane of glass that Will could see through, but not break down.

No one else really gave a damn about him. No one else cared how he was feeling, what he was going through. So Matthew had become the person that he focused on, the one person who he wanted to be with, the one who his body, as well as his heart, hungered for.

Did that mean that once he got out of here, they might have a future? He pushed that thought away, not wanting to deal with it at the moment.

That was something for them to talk about when the time came. For now, there was only the present, the situation that they found themselves in.

"It's okay," he answered, keeping his voice low and hoping that Matthew had somehow managed to turn down the sound on Chilton's cameras so they weren't being recorded. "I know that you'd have been there unless something happened that was out of your control."

"I'll be there tomorrow night, Will," Matthew told him, his voice low and seductive. "I promise you that, baby. But I don't think I'm going to make love to you."

"You're not?" Will felt disappointment flash through him, making him feel as deflated as a balloon that all of the air had suddenly gone out of. "Why not?" Don't you want me any more?"

Matthew's smile told him that wasn't the case.

"You know I want you," he said softly, his gaze moving up and down Will's body, making him feel as though he was naked and trembling in the heat of that glance. "I always have."

"Oh, you'll have me." Matthew's voice was almost a purr; it was the most seductive sound that Will had ever heard. "But I don't want it to be rushed. And I want you to be ready for me."

"But I am ready," Will protested, even as his mind told him that his words were a lie. He'd never been with a man before; he had fooled around with guys, but he'd never gone further than some kissing and touching. He'd never been close to having sex with another man. Not yet.

With Matthew, that would happen. He had no doubt of that. They couldn't want each other this badly and not follow through on their desire. It wasn't possible.

"Not the way I want you to be," Matthew told him, his voice lowering even more. "But you will be. And when I make love to you, it'll be even better for both of us."

Will could only nod, swallowing hard, his breath coming faster.

What did Matthew mean? He had no idea what the other man could be talking about, but he was going to put his trust in whatever it was that had been planned for him.

Whatever was going to happen, he would embrace it if it meant that Matthew would become his lover in truth. Yes, they would have to be careful and keep their activities hidden from Chilton, but they could do it. When there was a will, there was a way. And they would find that way.

"Tomorrow night, Will," Matthew whispered, his dark gaze boring into Will's. "Be waiting. And be ready for anything. I promise you, it'll be a night to remember."

He moved away from Will's cell without another word.

Will watched Matthew as he went to the door and left the room, wondering just what was going to happen tomorrow night. He would have a while to ponder the question.

Right now, all he wanted to do was count the hours, the minutes, the seconds until he would see Matthew. He could hardly wait for the next night to arrive.

What would happen? And would he be ready for the night, as Matthew requested?

Suddenly, it seemed like a very long time before the following night would finally arrive.

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