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Title: The Only Words
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Matthew Brown
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 26, Water
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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Will had to hold back a cry when Matthew thrust into him.

There was no warning, though Matthew's fingers had been inside him only a moment ago. He hadn't expected them to be replaced so quickly.

But the quicksilver pain that had flashed through his body disappeared within seconds, to be replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that seemed to take him over. It was all he could feel, that pleasure, seeping through his body, coursing through his veins like lava.

It wouldn't last; he knew that it couldn't. They both needed each other too badly to make it last; they'd held out for far too long.

Will wanted nothing more than for this to go on forever.

The hot water only intensified how good this felt; it was almost as though they were under a waterfall, away from this place that Will was unwillingly trapped within.

Somehow, that didn't seem to matter now; all that mattered was that Matthew was here with him, taking him, making love to him. They were together, even if it was only for a brief moment in time, and they would have to be separated again until their next clandestine meeting.

That didn't matter. Nothing mattered, only the fact that they were joined in the here and now, in the flames of a passion that Will knew would never die.

He gasped as Matthew pressed the front of his body against the cool, wet tiles of the shower; he could feel the hot water coming down all around him, warm on his skin.

But not as warm as Matthew's hands on his body, or his lover's breath in his ear. Not as warm as the feelings that coursed through him; not as warm as the emotions that he knew were building in his heart for this man, the one person who he could reach out to.

Will cried out when he came, feeling Matthew's release inside him only seconds later, hearing his lover's guttural cry of his name, and then silence.

No sound but the water that was still raining down on the tiles.

Will could feel Matthew withdraw from him; the other man's arms wrapped around him, and then there was hot breath in his ear, and three whispered words.

Then Matthew was gone, padding away into the changing room next to the showers. Will knew that he would have to wait until Matthew had left the room, then turn off the water and go to dry himself off before he was taken back to his cell.

As he leaned against the tiles and felt the water still pouring down on his bare skin, those three words went through Will's mind, giving him strength.

I love you. The only words he needed to hear.

Those words were his lifeline. His salvation. They were what kept him going.

As long as he knew that Matthew meant those words, they could sustain him through anything.

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