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Will Graham opened his eyes.
His senses returning to him gradually.
The first thing he saw was the dark, familiar ceiling.
The first thing he tasted was blood.
The first thing he touched was an arm around his middle.
The first thing he felt, was warm breath against his neck.
His fingers mapped the arm slowly, until he could entwine their fingers.
He didn't wish to turn his head towards the warm body beside him.
Will Graham sighed and turned his head resolutely the other way.
He stared into the familiar darkness with open eyes.
He hadn't spend many nights away from him.
He hadn't woken hot or cold, but warm and content ever since.
He hadn't woken from night terrors ever since they started sharing a bed.
Will Graham didn't wish to be here.
Still he turned his head back to its original position and then further still.
Until he came face to face with the monster in his bed.
He fervently longed to be able to hate him.
He really wished he didn't love him so much it hurt.
WIll Graham bared his teeth at the sleeping man.
"Are you going to kill me in my sleep?", Hannibal Lecter asked in a soft, husky voice.
He hadn't opened his eyes yet, thus Will stared at the skin of his eyelids for a long time.
"No.", he answered finally and firmly.
His reply was rewarded, when the man, who lay so close to his body, finally opened his eyes.
"You don't wish to kill me anymore then?"
This time Will didn't answer, but traced his fingers back up the arm around his middle.
He stared at the luscious lips, that were still stained with his blood.
He had intimate knowledge what they tasted like, with and without the blood on them.
Allowing himself a shallow breath, he let his tongue move over his own lips, as if he could still taste him there.
Hannibal Lecter watched him, grinned and brought their faces closer together.
Will was sure he had meant to say more, but his eyes fell to his own bloodstained lips a moment before he moved to kiss him.
His lover hissed and tiny beads of blood welled into his mouth.
Will swallowed them greedily and closed his eyes, when Hannibal's teeth embedded themselves in his lower lip in turn.
He felt his heartbeat quicken, when their bodies greedily moved against each other once more.
What was it about this man, that made him long for him with every fiber of his being?
What kind of monster did it make him, when he took Hannibal Lecter tightly in his arms?
He turned his face from him once more and felt tears well in eyes, when Hannibal's teeth traced against his jugular.
His body moved with a deep breath, when he decided that he didn't care what kind of monster he was,
for as long as he was safe in his own mind and in Hannibal Lecter's presence.
Will turned his face back, but didn't allow him another kiss, instead he forced him on his back.
Hannibal Lecter went willingly into this position of surrender.
His hands firmly planted on both his shoulders, he looked down into that beloved face, so much like polished marble.
"I still want to kill you.", he promised him, when he bend down to whisper in his ear.
"But I am not willing to rip my own heart out of my chest to do so."
Hannibal grinned at him lazily, when he pushed himself back up.
His large hand caressed the right side of his face and in his gaze lay a tenderness Will still marveled at.
"I am sure your heart would be as delicious as the rest of you."
Will looked back at him without a reply, but let go of his shoulders to sit back on his knees.
Sitting in the cage of his strong legs, having his gaze solely focused on himself, Will felt powerful.
The kind of power that was so much more intoxicating than a kill.
He moved his palms against the inside of his tights and delighted in the quiver it caused in the other man.
He had Hannibal Lecter at his mercy.
He alone had the power to make this most formidable of monsters beg for mercy in his own bed.
Will Graham closed his eyes and let his other senses guide him.
And when he sank into the other's body, the soft breath against his neck was warm and familiar.
Hannibal Lecter was hard, yet pliant underneath him, and Will Graham let himself go.
He fell into his own desires, knowing that his lover could take whatever he was willing to give.
He knew that the limbs that surrounded him, where a cage of his own making.
And he willingly fell into the darkness within him.
Their soft moans and the rustle of Hannibal's expensive sheets the only sounds in the room.
Their shared passions a whisper between their bodies.
But Will wasn't ready to let Hannibal have his release like this.
He still wanted him to suffer, thus before his body could reach for the climax it so desperately desired,
Will separated himself from his lover and retreated to the foot of the bed.
Hannibal Lecter watched his movements with hawk's eyes but without infliction in his beautiful face.
His quivering body and heavy breathing the only indication, that he was aroused.
Orgasm denial was a frequent occurrence in their bed after all.
But that was not, what Will had in mind and Hannibal was well aware of that.
Never taking his eyes off him, Hannibal moved his body out of the sheets it lay entangled in.
He stood with grace and rounded the bed in his usual long strides, their eyes never leaving the other out of sight.
"Are you sure?", Hannibal asked, when he came to a halt right in front of the still kneeling Will.
Will Graham looked up at him, a grin firmly in place on his bloodstained lips.
"You hate it, when I come inside you without a condom.", he stated simply.
He licked his lips and let his gaze roam from his eyes, to his lips and down his torso, to his hips.
"I, on the other hand, don't mind you coming down my throat.", he said, but lost most of his voice in the middle of the sentence.
The last word was little more than breath, because Hannibal had gripped the back of his head firmly with one hand.
"Prove it.", he challenged him, the same instant Will bend forward and didn't bother to hide his teeth, when he did just that.
His gag reflex was non-existent, ever since Hannibal had forced that tube down his throat
and he made frequent use of that particular part of his metamorphosis, because he knew that it drove his monster insane.
In this position, it didn't take long for Hannibal to take over and Will let him use him, as he had used him in his bed before.
That power play of giving and taking a well choreographed dance routine between them.
This moment, where they both could succumb to their most basic need:
Each other...
Finally within reach.