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12 Steps Wayward

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 5/? Words so far: 30,752 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Updated bi-weekly, every other Saturday.

Excerpt from chapter one:

“My name is Will Graham and I’m addicted to sex.”

Someone in the circle of trust snorts and the sound is quickly followed by shuffling around and a feigned cough to cover it. Will doesn’t look towards the source of it, lifting blue eyes towards the ceiling instead with a long and tired sigh— exasperated. This is his fourth group home now. It’s always the same.

AU where Will and Hannibal, both young and at the age where most would be attending university, meet while staying in a rehabilitation facility. They’re both there for different reasons. Will, who has been struggling with his sex addiction, immediately begins lusting after Hannibal, who is recovering from a drug addiction that caused him to have to drop out of med school.

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12 Steps Wayward

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 4/? Words so far: 22,658 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Updated bi-weekly, every other Saturday.

Excerpt from chapter one:

“My name is Will Graham and I’m addicted to sex.”

Someone in the circle of trust snorts and the sound is quickly followed by shuffling around and a feigned cough to cover it. Will doesn’t look towards the source of it, lifting blue eyes towards the ceiling instead with a long and tired sigh— exasperated. This is his fourth group home now. It’s always the same.

AU where Will and Hannibal, both young and at the age where most would be attending university, meet while staying in a rehabilitation facility. They’re both there for different reasons. Will, who has been struggling with his sex addiction, immediately begins lusting after Hannibal, who is recovering from a drug addiction that caused him to have to drop out of med school.

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Saudade

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 2/? Words so far: 18,047 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ), The Silence of the Lambs (1991) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Clarice Starling, Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling (The first chapter is exclusively Hannigram)

saudade (n.)- a nostalgic longing for something or someone that was loved and then lost, with the knowledge that it or they may never return; “the love that remains”

Hannibal and Will have time to consummate their love, before their fight with the Dragon and their inevitable dive off the cliff. From there, they’re torn apart when Hannibal is caught and incarcerated again, forcing Will to run and let the world believe him to be dead.

Later, Will has been living alone in the ache of Hannibal’s absence, when agent Clarice Starling shows up on his doorstep to ask for help with the Buffalo Bill case. And she’s been sent by Hannibal.

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Saudade

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 1/? Words so far: 10,607 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ), The Silence of the Lambs (1991) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Clarice Starling, Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling (The first chapter is exclusively Hannigram)

saudade (n.)- a nostalgic longing for something or someone that was loved and then lost, with the knowledge that it or they may never return; "the love that remains"

Hannibal and Will have time to consummate their love, before their fight with the Dragon and their inevitable dive off the cliff. From there, they're torn apart when Hannibal is caught and incarcerated again, forcing Will to run and let the world believe him to be dead.

Later, Will has been living alone in the ache of Hannibal's absence, when agent Clarice Starling shows up on his doorstep to ask for help with the Buffalo Bill case. And she's been sent by Hannibal.

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12 Steps Wayward

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 3/? Words so far: 17,343 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Updated bi-weekly, every other Saturday.

Excerpt from chapter one:

“My name is Will Graham and I’m addicted to sex.”

Someone in the circle of trust snorts and the sound is quickly followed by shuffling around and a feigned cough to cover it. Will doesn’t look towards the source of it, lifting blue eyes towards the ceiling instead with a long and tired sigh— exasperated. This is his fourth group home now. It’s always the same.

AU where Will and Hannibal, both young and at the age where most would be attending university, meet while staying in a rehabilitation facility. They’re both there for different reasons. Will, who has been struggling with his sex addiction, immediately begins lusting after Hannibal, who is recovering from a drug addiction that caused him to have to drop out of med school.

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12 Steps Wayward

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 2/? Words so far: 11,418 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Updated bi-weekly, every other Saturday.

Excerpt from chapter one: 

“My name is Will Graham and I’m addicted to sex.”

Someone in the circle of trust snorts and the sound is quickly followed by shuffling around and a feigned cough to cover it. Will doesn’t look towards the source of it, lifting blue eyes towards the ceiling instead with a long and tired sigh— exasperated. This is his fourth group home now. It’s always the same.

AU where Will and Hannibal, both young and at the age where most would be attending university, meet while staying in a rehabilitation facility. They’re both there for different reasons. Will, who has been struggling with his sex addiction, immediately begins lusting after Hannibal, who is recovering from a drug addiction that caused him to have to drop out of med school.

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12 Steps Wayward

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 1/? Words so far: 4,659 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Updated bi-weekly, every other Saturday.

“My name is Will Graham and I’m addicted to sex.”

Someone in the circle of trust snorts and the sound is quickly followed by shuffling around and a feigned cough to cover it. Will doesn’t look towards the source of it, lifting blue eyes towards the ceiling instead with a long and tired sigh— exasperated. This is his fourth group home now. It’s always the same.

AU where Will and Hannibal, both young and at the age where most would be attending university, meet while staying in a rehabilitation facility. They're both there for different reasons. Will, who has been struggling with his sex addiction, immediately begins lusting after Hannibal, who is recovering from a drug addiction that caused him to have to drop out of med school. 

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Motorhead

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 3,297 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter A smutty post-finale one shot.

It's exciting, yes, knowing that there is a chance someone could walk by the entrance of the alley at any moment. They could be seen, leaned up against the wall, jerking one another off under the warm rays of the sun. Because of this, an urgent sense of fear licks in hot flames at the back of the brunet's mind, but the heat of it only arouses him further.

"It's thrilling," Will starts, hissed out and voice hoarse, before it falls away on another groan. "I wonder what they would think, if anyone were to see us."

“Filthy. Horrid boy… I wonder.” Hannibal punctuates each word with a tug and a stroke. When the cannibal moves to slowly ease his way down Will’s lithe body, the tight groan of leather that follows only further announces their presence in the alley, while also making Hannibal’s erotic intentions clear.

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Nuosavas

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 12,230 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter PuppyPlay Kink fic, taking place near the end of season 2 [ done for Hannibal Cre-Ate-Ive’s #JustFuckMeUp Kink Fest ]

It’s been a little while now since Will and Hannibal had first started seeing one another.

They use the term, ‘ seeing one another ’ loosely. Everything that had gone down between the two of them needed to be kept solely between the two of them; a unique, dark, sordid secret. Will is supposed to be fishing, luring, hunting Hannibal Lecter, not romancing him. But it’s not like he had intended for it to happen. He knows that it is entirely unethical.

To say that Will had been unaware of the tension between himself and the Doctor would be a complete lie, but it had never truly taken a sexual turn until more recently; until Will’s ‘fishing’ had started to turn around on itself. It was then that he’d started to question if maybe he liked pretending just enough to make it… well, not so pretend anymore.

Perhaps being the other piece to Hannibal’s puzzle had struck a dangerously pleasant chord within Will. Maybe, regardless of the animosity between them, there lingered the possibility for more. And with this new game they’ve started? It made it so much easier for Will to see those other possibilities.

The first time he’d put a leather collar around Hannibal’s neck, it hadn’t been anything serious— just something fun added into the mix during one of their heated fucks. Playful. Experimental. Taboo. What Will hadn’t anticipated, however, was how much he had delighted in it - in something to tug on and make himself feel as though he held all of the strings in their exchange. It’s nice to be the one in control every once and awhile when your partner is Hannibal Lecter.

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Plėtotis Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 2/? Words so far: 8,054 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter A werewolf AU, relying heavily on canon

Will is out cold, through the night. He sleeps with mild interruptions of tossing and turning that’s only hampered by the restraints that keep him bound to the bed. All the while, Hannibal remains where he had drifted, the side of his face rested against the other man’s thigh as he leans forward from the chair he’s seated in.

Regardless of the ache that the older man will surely feel as punishment for dozing in such an uncomfortable position, it is the most peaceful sleep he’s gotten in what seems like forever.

The drugs keep Will down for quite some time, right up until they don’t anymore.

The first rays of run peak in through the windows. Low and steady growls crawl their way up from his throat, until they make way for heated snarls, eyes flying open and a look of confusion crossing over Will’s face. It’s clear that he doesn’t recognize where he is - the sudden noise and the struggle against his restraints being enough to wrench Hannibal from his slumber as well. The older man draws away just in time as the brunet’s spine arches off the bed and his limbs wrench violently in an attempt to free himself.

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Mūza Chapter 3

Rating: Explicit Chapter: 3/? Words so far: 28,922 Fandom: Hannibal ( TV ) Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Artist / Muse AU

It was time for Will to leave.

Really, he should get back home so he can get some semblance of sleep for the night. He watches with a soft glimmer of disappointment as the Professor pulls his jeans back onto his body to sit over the V of his hips. Promptly, Will moves to sit up and do the same - tugging clothes back onto himself while allowing his gaze to catch Hannibal's movements, only from the corner of his eyes as the older man lights up a cigarette.

Upon slipping into his jacket and shoes, the boy's gaze falls back to the small table waiting next to the platform. From some of the fruit cradled in a large glass bowl, Will plucks a single grape and presses it past his lips, gaze downcast to eye the wad of money warily. He skips over it, and instead, only reaches to take the slip of paper.

As he reads the slip of paper, Will is quick to note that it’s yet another date and time scrawled onto its surface: the same time next week . Next to it, written in neat and carefully penned words, is a phone number.

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Jacques Louis David - Male Nude known as Hector, 1778. Oil on canvas 

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FanFic Inspiration

Marwane Pallas

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Excerpt Chapter 2: I want your faith 

“What is it you want from me, Cal? You offer me all of this… for what?”

 Cal nods with a tight smile and a huffed laugh as his clasped hands grip fingers tighter, knuckles going white.

 “Maybe a little gratitude.” Cal’s tone is strained as he raises a brow and nods his head towards Lucas. Cal is making mental notes— learning just the right way to push Lucas’ buttons in order to get him where Cal wants him. Lucas will be a valuable asset when he comes around.

 And Cal had done his research overnight. The crime Lucas had been accused of was, indeed, heinous, but he had crossed paths with Cal, as if by fate.

 Another nudge towards the truth, surely. A truth that Cal is more than willing to provide.

 Lucas eyes him with something like suspicion for a moment, but before he can answer, Cal is turning further from where he sits and his hands are pushing Lucas back in a very sudden motion, taking him by surprise. Cal’s chin lifts as his head cants to the side, almost clinical in his own way as he starts to undo Lucas’ shirt.

 A heavy hand clamps a vice-like grip over Cal’s wrist to put a pause to his actions. Both men seem to hover in waiting, breathing into the space between them, until Lucas speaks up.

 “I… Thanks.” Lucas nods as if the deal is done, but as soon as he releases his grip, Cal’s hands continue unbuttoning his shirt. The broad and now naked expanse of Lucas’ chest heaves up with a tightly held breath.

 “Breathe.” Cal urges.      Orders.  

 A breath is slowly exhaled into a low gasp as Cal’s fingers press into the dark bruising over Lucas’ ribs.

 “What are you doing?” Lucas’ gaze trails down to where the other man’s hands work over him. It would take nothing to stop Cal, really, but Lucas’ hands stay at his side, clawing at the bedsheets to keep himself from doing so. Perhaps Cal has found a way to play with Lucas’ unease—      or    , perhaps Cal has found a way to play with Lucas’ desires. The sound of heavy breathing continues to fill the air, the cold light of dawn now suffocatingly warm as the sun creeps in brighter through the windows.

     Desires    . Upon having inspected Lucas the night before, Cal had managed to press an undeniable heat into the both of them— a heat that neither of them really understand, but as Cal looks him over now, Lucas can feel it creeping back.

     But Lucas isn’t like that. He doesn’t find men attractive. This isn’t like him - to enjoy the thrill of confusion and the pleasure that comes with pain. It isn’t like him.  

 So why, then, is his heart pounding at the cradle of his ribs to escape, as a wash of hot goosebumps runs across his flesh?

 “See? The pain?” Cal suddenly moves to cup Lucas’ face and turns the larger man’s features back to look towards him. Another short pause and then, “You will stay with us until you heal.”

 Cal’s palm shifts down and presses over the hard bone of Lucas’ hip.

     Just part of the conversion -  the close quarters     - Lucas tells himself even as he feels his neck glow warm with a heady flush.

 “…. and I would like you to come to a sermon.” Cal’s thumb brushes along Lucas’ jaw, just near the curve of his lip, where breath races in and out in short, sharp pants. Even in Cal’s gaze, now, there is an obvious interest - gaze dropping to study the curve of the other man’s mouth - almost fixated.

 “I’m not really interested in— ” Lucas is cut off again as the pad of Cal’s thumb presses over his lower lip, dragging it slight out of place.

 “Gratitude - remember, Lucas?” Cal’s jaw flexes tight as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat on a hard swallow. The thumb that was toying over Lucas’ chin makes another very sudden motion to push in over the other man’s lips and into the hot cavern of Lucas’ mouth. As the dampness touches his flesh, Cal’s mouth parts with it and his eyes blink rapidly. He tries to steady his own breathing, but cannot stifle the way it catches in his chest and nearly rattles on its way out.

 Arousal - and they can      both     feel it.

 Lucas’ eyes clamp shut as he tries to pull away, but Cal chases him, thumb pushing in further and hooking over his teeth. Demanding— invading, but only unwelcome in both of their unease.

 “Look at me.” Cal shifts closer again, crowding in to lessen the space between them.

 Lucas’ eyes slowly blink open, his gaze clearly dark and lust-blown, to take in the image of Cal throwing a glance over his own shoulder, eyes raking over the swell of Lucas’ arousal beneath the bedsheets. He turns back just as Lucas’ tongue tentatively licks the tip of his thumb.

 Cal rolls his neck as a shudder rocks the charts of his spine, before locking his vivid-blue gaze on Lucas’ features once again. Cal appears to be trying to suppress whatever it is that he feels in reaction to their proximity - Lucas wants to drag it out of him. A warm smile, laced with menace, crossed Cal’s face as he leans over and grips Lucas’ hip that much harder and drags his face even closer.

 “Give me your ‘      yes    ,’ Lucas.”

 Lucas may appear unmoving, muscles held still - as if ready to tear himself from this room entirely - but Cal can feel the faint nod under the touch of his hand. The rush of power that comes from the larger man’s submission is positively dizzying - more so than any drug, or trance of prayer that he’s ever experienced. Cal has      never     felt anything like this. His neck falls back, almost as if to drink in the moment, as Cal wets his mouth with a quick swipe of his tongue, exhaling slowly through flared nostrils. He would be a      fool     not to take any of this as a sign.

 Cal turns back to Lucas and laughs nervously, before a dangerous flash of seriousness crosses his face as he slowly eases his thumb out of the other’s mouth, leaving a wet trail down Lucas’ chin.

 “Good.” Cal’s voice is just as controlled as ever, save for the smallest nervous wavering that hints around the edges.

 Lucas’ lips stays parted and his tongue chases Cal’s thumb when it leaves, but he is left      wanting     and, therefore, lets slip a low, soft groan as his hips shift up from the mattress in the slightest hint of motion, before falling back to where they were.

 Once again, it’s barely noticeable, but Cal catches it when the bed moves beneath him and so, he turns his gaze down to where the line of Lucas’ cock is clearly outlined under the sheets, before arching a brow in Lucas’ direction.

 “Something you, ah… You need to— ” Cal rubs a hand over his face, before craning his neck and returning a pearly white smile, “ —to unburden?” With that, his voice trails off to a low murmur.

 Lucas’ eyes dip with a telling blush, the heavy-set bow of his shoulders shifting up as he moves to pull his shirt back together again, but Cal gently places a hand over his arm to stop him. Nothing is said— neither man knows      why     or      how     this is happening, but Lucas lets his hand drop, his chest staying bared for Cal, regardless.

Cal nods in satisfaction, before another purr of “Good,” passes his lips, and his hand slips back to his side, where he adjusts his own pants, the line of his own arousal remaining hidden - for now.

 Where Lucas knows he should be feeling some form of shame - and perhaps he      is     ashamed beneath all the blushing and heat - his mind is truly only focused on pleasing the man before him. The sharply offered word of ‘      Good’     echoing in his mind over and over. He closes his mouth with jaw clenched tight to suck on his tongue, the salty and earthy taste of Cal’s skin still lingering there. Lucas knows Cal is watching the way that his jaw flexes and cheeks hollow, tongue rollings back and forth behind his lips as he memorizes the taste of him.

 And, oh yes, Cal notices— no matter that he chooses not to address it.

 “My sermon starts at six, sharp. I expect you to be there, assuming you are well enough.” Cal looks to the floor as he runs his palms down the top of his thighs in an attempt to ground himself and settle out of the tension that’s risen. The temperature of the room, itself, has seemed to climb - though he could just as well blame that on the sun that continues to beat down through the drapes.

 Lucas shifts up the bed and goes to cover himself, before stopping short and casting a look to the side with an awkward cough that leads to a soft wince in pain, before he finally nods, brown hair falling across amber eyes.

 “Lucas?” Cal’s sharp and pressured tone brings Lucas’ attention back.

 “Yes,      Cal    .” The words are spoken warm and smooth— a lure in themselves.

 “Good.” Cal registers the widening of the other man’s eyes and the part of his lips upon hearing his words of praise. “You like that… don’t you?” Read more at: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6542059/chapters/15395260

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You have witchcraft in your lips…

William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act V, Scene II (via introspectivepoet)

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Inspiration for Model!Will in our FanFic Muza