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Title: A Tangible Presence
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 11, Hunger
Author's Note: Sequel to "From Innocence To Experience."
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.


Will just stared at Hannibal, unable to say anything.

What was it about this that roused such an insatiable hunger within him? He could almost feel his blood roaring through his veins, feel the desire rushing through his body.

No, he wasn't going to take a step towards Hannibal, he told himself. He refused to give in to that desire; he wasn't going to make a fool of himself. Even if Hannibal wanted him, he wasn't going to give in just like that; Hannibal wouldn't respect him if he was prize to be won too easily.

Hannibal would expect to have to give chase, wouldn't he? He wasn't the kind of man who would have a high regard for anyone who simply threw themselves at him.

Still, this hunger was something that he couldn't deny.

Will had never felt this way about anyone before; he didn't even know where this raging desire came from, and in some ways, it terrified him.

This kind of hunger was completely new and unfamiliar to him. He'd had crushes on people before, of course, but he had never felt anything this strong, this unnerving. He had never felt real desire before, and it was as frightening as it was exhilarating.

Did Hannibal feel this way about him? Was that why this man had kissed him? He wanted to know what Hannibal felt, what his intentions were, before he gave in.

Or could he give in to whatever this man wanted without knowing exactly where it would lead? Could he surrender his senses, just jump in head first?

That wasn't in his nature, not really. He was always cautious; from childhood he had always looked both ways before crossing any street, and been careful to protect himself from the world. But this time, something within him encouraged him to take a chance, to risk himself in every way.

Would that be the best thing to do? Will asked himself, hesitating, simply standing there and staring at Hannibal. He didn't know what to say or do. He was paralyzed.

Hannibal's smile quirked one corner of his mouth, tantalizing, teasing.

At that look, something within Will broke open, spilling out his desire as though it was a tangible presence there between the two of them.

The hunger that was building within him roared up and out, washing over him like a rain shower that had erupted out of nowhere. It was as though he was consumed by heat, the heat of desire, the heat of passion. All he wanted was to be in this man's arms, with those lips on his own.

He stepped forward at the same time that Hannibal did -- and suddenly, he was in the other man's arms, pressed against the warmth of Hannibal's body.

And this time, the hunger within him knew no boundaries.