Hannibal fanfiction!

Thoughts of Lust.

*Hannibal pushed Will against the wall, his strong hand grasping his neck. The choking sensation gave Will shivers all the way down his spine. Hannibal could snap his neck like a twig, but was Will Graham frightened? What did that matter anymore? For this was where they both knew he belonged.

Will grabbed Hannibals jaw trying to pull his lips closer to his own. Only to have a handful of his black curls pulling him back into line.  Frustration was read on Will's face as boldly as the headline of a newspaper. 

"Oh no, " Hannibal said "You must be patient."

His calm voice  had harsh undertones and Will straightened up, preparing to behave himself.

Hannibal turned Will's face to look away from him, exposing his neck which Hannibal began to kiss hungrily. His teeth tugged on the skin of Will's throat. His face  burned with desire and his body squirmed with his own lustful thoughts.

Will tried at a second attempt of his lips touchingly Hannibal who quickly grabbed his face with both hands and gave him a stern look.

"Why is it," Hannibal whispered in Will's ear making him shudder. "That you simply cannot wait?"

Before Will could blink an eye, teeth were around his bottom lip and he felt a sharp sting as blood dripped down his chin and onto his neck. It was only a small nip but there was an expected amount of blood. 

Hannibal used both of his hands to grasp onto Will's hips and pulled them close to his own. A sharp breath of air shot through Will's mouth and into his lungs, his chest rising at the movement. A cool Breeze wafted through the room making it known to Will that he was covered in his own sweat and blood.

Hannibal kneeled slowly in front of Will looking deep into his eyes. He unbuckled Will's belt, kissing his hip bones and giving him the occasional nip with his teeth making Will gasp. Hannibal tugged down the elastic of Will's briefs and opened his mouth moving his head forward.

"Hannibal" Will moaned.

Louder and louder.*

******

"Will!" You called out.

Will Graham  sat bolt upright in bed and turned to see you sitting next to him.

He was covered from head to toe in his own sweat and he had obviously been enjoying his dream.

His hair was messed and was still naked from the previous night you both had.

He looked drained but happy.

You lay back on the bed with him.

"Have a nice dream?" You ask.

Will's face flushed red again.

"I just can't stop having these dreams."

"Of Hannibal?"

"Yeah"

You held Will's hand gently linking your fingers between his and your own.

"I think you should be more assertive, just go get him." You grin.

Will chuckled "oh no, I couldn't do that, I wouldn't know how to go about it."

You smile and lean forward whispering in Will's ear.

"Let me tell you a couple of things about men..."