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Title: Watching You
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.


"I've been watching you, Mr. Graham."

Will raised his head, his eyes searching the darkness. He knew that voice; he'd heard it often enough, but never when he was alone in the dark, in the dead of night.

He couldn't sleep, of course. So he was lying here, feeling more alone than he ever had been, when the voice came out of the darkness, close to the bars of his cell.

"I watch you all the time, Mr. Graham. You know that. You can feel my eyes on you. Did you know that I think about what you'd look like naked, Mr. Graham? Did you know that I fantasize about peeling that ugly orange jumpsuit off your body and seeing you in your natural state?"

Matthew Brown. His jailer. Well, one of them, at least. One of Chilton's minions, though Will couldn't help thinking that this guy had as much contempt for Chilton as he himself did.

What was he saying? Will blinked, running a hand through his hair, then rubbing his eyes. He had been half-asleep; he wasn't sure that he'd heard the words correctly.

Those words kept coming out of the darkness, the voice low and husky.

"I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, Will. Can I call you Will? I think you and I are going to get to know each other really well, so I should call you by your first name."

Will swallowed hard, his eyes straining to see in the darkness. He could sense Matthew's presence, but he couldn't see the other man. Not yet. His eyes still weren't accustomed to the dark; it would take a few more moments before he could make out anything in the stygian blackness.

The voice went on relentlessly, sinking into his consciousness. "What would you say if I came into your cell right now and undressed you, Will? Would you want that?"

Will didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to nod, to acquiesce.

Why was that voice so seductive? Why did he feel that if Matthew did unlock his cell and come inside, that he would be welcomed with open arms?

Was he so desperate for some kind of human touch, human contact, to feel as though he was appreciated and wanted? Did he need someone that badly, even a man who he barely knew, a man who he thought could be, in his own way, just as psychopathic as Hannibal?

That didn't really matter, not now. Not when he needed someone by his side, someone who would help him and believe in him. He was sure that Matthew was that person.

He knew that Matthew admired what he thought were Will's crimes. He knew that this man was dangerous. But at the same time, something about him was .... desirable.

Maybe that was just his own weakness, Will told himself. Maybe he was wrong to feel this way, to feel that he needed someone to validate his existence. But he was so lonely, and so cold, and so depressed. Human contact, even from the wrong person, was something he craved with all of his soul.

He couldn't go on like this. It would drive him insane -- and then he would truly belong here. If reaching out to Matthew meant holding on to his sanity, then he had to do it.

Slowly, he nodded, his voice coming out as more of a croak. "Y-yes."

There. He'd said it. He had admitted to Matthew that he wanted his touch, his attention. What had he let himself in for? What was going to happen next?

Will held his breath in anticipation of Matthew's next words. When they came, he didn't know if he was disappointed or relieved. "I can't do anything tonight, Will. It's not the right time. We could be seen, even if we're not heard. But tomorrow night .... tomorrow night, things will change."

Will's breath caught in his throat. Change? What did Matthew mean? Could he have a way to block the cameras and the sound, so that Chilton wouldn't know what was going on?

That had to be what he meant. The idea was .... exciting.

Exciting, yes. Thrilling. But disturbing at the same time, to know that Matthew would be free to have his way with him, and that he wouldn't be caught at it.

Would he let Matthew have his way? Would he protest? Will didn't know what he'd do once he was faced with the stark reality of what he'd just set in motion.

He had never been with a man before. He'd never been with anyone before. And he didn't think that he wanted his first time to be here, in a cell in a psychiatric prison, on a tiny cold mattress with a person he barely knew, but who seemed to the only one he could reach out for.

What was he doing? Was he truly losing his mind to even begin to contemplate this? Or was he finally taking control of his life, reaching out for what he wanted?

He wasn't really sure one way or the other. But he had another day to think about it before anything would happen, and he could always change his mind and tell Matthew so.

Though he had the definite feeling that wasn't going to happen.

As unnerved as he was by the thought of losing his virginity here, to a man he didn't really know, the idea of being able to give himself away here, in this place, was something for him to hold on to.

if he could do that, then he still had some control over his life, over what happened to him. He could still make choices, even if they weren't the best ones he could make for himself.

Hannibal Lecter and Frederick Chilton didn't control him. They couldn't dictate everything that he did. They might have him incarcerated here, and he might be a prisoner, but he wasn't helpless. He could still assert himself, still defy them. And this seemed to be the best defiance he could throw at them.

Eventually, they would probably find out what he and Matthew were doing. But at this point, Will didn't care. He just wanted that human touch, that contact with another person.

He could feel Matthew slip away from the bars, hear his quiet footsteps across the concrete floor. And long after the other man left, he could still hear his last whispered words.

"Tomorrow night, Will. Remember, I'm watching you."