A/N: Ok, ok now it's a two-shot! All of the reviews (and, who am I kidding, the amazing sexiness that is Hugh and Mads) have inspired a Ch. 2. I like the premise of it, but I worry that it's not sexy. Well, you know, not as sexy as Hannibal and Will deserve. If you've seen the scene where Hannibal advances upon Will and Will kind of backs up, that's my inspiration.

"I don't know how well she's handling all of this." Will said as he paced. It was not the first time they'd discussed Abigail Hobbs. In fact, she was one of the few things they ever talked about. Neither mentioned any events that may have transpired that were either less than professional or overly friendly. It did not seem to bother Dr. Lecter. "And I don't want you to be dragged down if this comes out." He ran a hand through his messy hair.

Hannibal set the day's mail down to give Will his full attention. He needed to watch his friend carefully lest he become a liability. "Oh, Will," Hannibal said wryly, "always so concerned with others. You should worry more about yourself."

Will glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "It's not exactly like I can help it." Although in the case of the good doctor he didn't precisely mind. Will missed the look Hannibal gave to his stainless steel letter opener.

The doctor took a deep breath and stood. "It is a path we will face if we come across it. For the meantime, there are murderers to catch and Jack to appease."

Will came to stand opposite him across the desk. "Does he want to talk to me again?" Will asked the doctor.

"Jack trusts my expertise, but wishes to see for himself how you are doing." At Will's small, exasperated intake of breath, Hannibal smiled. "He considers you a friend. As do I."

"Somehow he comes across as less than friendly." Will said sardonically as he paced and stopped to lean against the ladder that led to the second floor of Hannibal's bookshelves. He missed the way that Hannibal had circled to stand in front of him until the doctor was just before him. "As do you." Will said apprehensively.

Hannibal gave his approximation of an innocent smile. "Whatever do you mean, my dear Agent Graham?" He took a step forward and Will took one back. He was soon flush against the ladder, its slant ensuring that his head was father from Hannibal than his feet.

"I think you know exactly what I mean." The younger man said nervously.

Hannibal made unblinking eye contact with Will. "Perhaps what you need is to relieve some of the stress and tension that inherently comes with a career such as yours."

"I hardly think now is the time," Will said while his hand reached for his glasses to clean them.

"If not now, then when?" Hannibal asked.

Will seemed fascinated with the lenses in his hand.

Hannibal took them from Will's fingers and threw the pair on the desk. "We still have not talked about our predicament, Will."

Will gulped as somehow Lecter got closer to him. "What is there to talk about?" He said defensively.

"I'd simply like to know where we stand." Dr. Lecter said as he held out his arms in an appeasing gesture.

"I'm not gay," he blurted, much to Hannibal's amusement. He even allowed Will a small smile to show him this, but the agent missed it, having chosen that moment to use his hand to rub his glasses-free eyes. "At least, I don't think I am." He sighed. "Truth is, I'm not sure of much anymore." He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and Hannibal didn't need to be a psychiatrist to see that he was distressed.

"All the more reason for a distraction, Will." Hannibal leaned in so that their hips were touching. He moved a little.

Will groaned. He was already half hard and he didn't need the embarrassment of Hannibal feeling him grow harder.

"Are you speaking as my psychiatrist?" Will knew this was in no way professional.

"Of course." Hannibal answered quickly. "It is my professional opinion and also the opinion of a friend."

"Well, if it's doctor's orders." Will acquiesced.

Hannibal pressed closer to the agent until their chests touched as well. He really did talk too much. Hannibal allowed himself to nuzzle Will's prickly cheek.

"I'm not sure who I am," he gasped. One hand moved to grasp Hannibal's shoulder.

Hannibal let his face dip forward until their noses were almost touching. "You are Will Graham. It is four in the afternoon and you are in my office."

Will looked up. "Am I?" He asked pitifully.

The taller man forced himself closer until Will's legs shifted apart a little and he could suddenly feel the doctor's own hard cock rubbing his own. It was difficult for Will not to create more friction, more pleasure.

"Why do you doubt me?" He whispered in that maddening accent.

"I'm just not sure of anything right now. Especially myself." He glanced at Hannibal's mouth before looking away.

"I seem to recall you kissing me, Will." Hannibal reminded.

"And I want to again," Will admitted.

At that, Hannibal kissed Will and held him in place against the ladder. Will submitted as if it were second nature. The hand that wasn't in Will's hair went to Hannibal's pocket. He fingered the letter opener before releasing it and moving his hand to Will's lower back. He pulled away to smile at Will. "I am sure enough for the both of us."

Will closed the difference between their mouths once again. He surrendered in a way that also demanded more. Hannibal was big and strong and it felt good to be held. To be reassured that he was there and he existed.

Hannibal was enjoying the way Will kissed him as if he wanted to suck all the oxygen from his lungs, and the erotic violence of that thought caused him to push into Will harder.

At the moan of encouragement from the pinned man, Hannibal pushed his hand against the bulge in Will's jeans. He wasn't gentle.

Will pulled at Hannibal's straight, dirty blonde hair as he arched into him. He'd started to thrust his hips helplessly against Hannibal and his breaths were coming out in pants.

Hannibal's hand slid from Will's groin and over his stomach to wrap his fingers around his neck. He held Will in place as he shoved his tongue deep inside Will's mouth.

Will pushed forward even harder into Hannibal. His constricting hand, his harsh tongue, and his powerful body. Will restlessly slid his hands down Hannibal's back and clearly felt his strong muscles even through the shirt he still wore. His hands drifted to Hannibal's ass and he couldn't resist palming him. Hannibal faltered and his eyes shot open in surprise. But then he only continued to rub himself in longer and more sinuous strokes against Will.

The doctor had a rhythm going now and Will felt himself get closer with each press of Hannibal's demanding cock. He felt powerless against his reaction and worried what Hannibal would think of him if he came dry humping like a green youth. He yelled around Hannibal's thick tongue as he tried to desperately to hold it off.

Hannibal grabbed Will by his tweed jacket and moved him away from the ladder. He pushed Will onto his desk and opened Will's legs. He pressed forward and rutted into him as if he were fevered. Will was laying there with his mouth still open in shock when Hannibal descended upon him in a forceful lip lock.

Will's lips were as maddening as ever. Hannibal lusted after them with longing when Will was only talking, but when they actually kissed he could never be satiated. He wanted to consume them, to have them ever in his mouth. That way he could suck them and bite them and taste their blood forever.

He pulled up and towered over the other man. "You must come for me." Hannibal informed Will. His hand slipped to rub Will's shaft through his pants and lowered to fondle Will's balls.

Will couldn't hold off any longer. He bucked defenselessly into the doctor as he felt himself release tight shots of pleasure.

Hannibal held him immobile against the desk so he could grind into Will as the boy came. The ridge of his jeans was doing maddening things to his Hannibal's cock. He moved to loom over Will on the desk. He felt a rush of power seeing the man move helplessly against him and the sound of Will coming ensured he lost himself in pleasure, as well.

His lasts thrusts slowed as he pushed into Will and he ended up with his elbows on either side of Will's face, breathing heavily. Will's hands moved to encircle Hannibal above him. He was still recovering from his own release.

Hannibal eventually moved and allowed Will to get up.

Will half-sat on the desk, facing away from Hannibal while he caught his breath. He felt overly sensitive from the continuous grind of the rough fabric. He didn't say anything for a while.

There was a wet patch on his blue jeans. He glanced back at Hannibal's spotless ones. "Did you—" Will gestured vaguely.

Hannibal smiled at him. "Some of us actually wear underwear, Will." He teased as he began to straighten the papers and pens on his desk.

"I just-I mean-if you needed…" Will glanced away.

Hannibal put his large hands on Will's shoulders. "Rest assured, Will, I enjoyed myself. Would you like to see the proof?" He smiled devilishly.

Will blushed and couldn't deny his smile. "That won't be necessary, doctor."

"I'd like to do this again, Will." Hannibal said nonchalantly as he shifted some papers. "Perhaps we could set up a regular appointment?"

"I'd think that's only wise," Will agreed. "After all, I'm pretty messed up."

Hannibal moved a letter opener to a pencil holder on the middle of his desk. "Aren't we all, Will?"

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Hannibal's hand was strong at the base of Will's neck. His fingers tightened and Will felt the pull of hair at his nape. He held Will against his own neck while he held him secure. Will licked Hannibal's neck and let his face be buried deep in its crook. He breathed deep and the clean scent of Hannibal—definitely not a cologne with a ship on the bottle—made him growl with pleasure.