Beautiful

Will lay resting, his chest rising and falling in Hannibal's eyes. He looked at his lover; the man he had completely conquered, not with a little effort, but well worth the chase. Hannibal was content. He finally had his lover, after years of chasing and tempting, after years of waiting patiently for Will to come to him. And now he had him exactly as he wanted him; a partner in crime, and so obsessed with Hannibal that he could not function without him. Hannibal had made sure that Will would only think of him for the rest of his life.

Hannibal sighed contentedly and caressed Will's cheek lovingly. His hand traced Will's chest, fingertips brushing over smooth skin.
Will stirred.
"Hannibal?" he said per automatic, his sleepy eyes connecting with the dark ones staring at him lustfully.
"My darling" he said, his voice smooth but dark. Hannibal could tell Will liked it when he called him that, it always made him blush a tiny bit, and his lips twisted up into a bashful smile.

"Can't sleep?" the blue eyed man asked and laced his fingers with his lovers'.
"No. Just admiring the view" Hannibal confessed.
"Didn't get enough just a few hours ago?" Will asked bringing back memories of how he had sat on top of Hannibal, moaning and writhing in pleasure at being filled up, and caressed and kissed and bit.

"I don't think I can ever get enough of you, Will" Hannibal said, remembering the exact same thing, a hunger for the younger man awakening in him again.

Sometimes he did wonder if it was enough to kill together, to fuck him, to love him. Sometimes he wondered whether or not he would need something more someday. But for now he was perfectly satisfied with all that he had, this beautiful mind in this beautiful body, so perfect for him in all his imperfections.