Hannibal called role for the class; every student he did not want was sitting in their seats and the student he did want was not in class. He closed the attendance book and started the lesson. As much as he liked this particular student he was not going to play favourites—he was just not that kind of man.
However, he was concerned. This student—Will Graham—never missed a day of class. Not even when the boy was fainting of pain or chucking up his stomach. Hannibal remembers the time he came in pale as a sheet trying to keep his breakfast down. Will Graham was one of the hardest working students in the entire school. He turned to this students; some jumped up when he turned, others bumped the sleeping students next to them. He placed the chalk down on the small ledge and cleared his throat.
"Do any of you know where, Mr Graham is?" He was sure that there would be no answer from the students. Will did not have many friends. The only friends he had was a freshman named Abigail, Beverly Katz—who was a cheerleader, and Alana Bloom—the high school counsellor.
As expected, no student answered Hannibal's question. He figured he could not interrogate the students further and continued on with the lesson. He wrote down the different terms he would have to reference for the lesson—his thoughts were of Will Graham.
He knew that it was morally wrong—and illegal—to have such interest in the student. However, Will was no longer a child. He was a growing and flourishing young omega male. He was eighteen, which is a legal adult in the country. Hannibal was not much older than that. He was still studying to get his masters in psychology; the teacher job was simply temporary.
The high school was full of hormone crazed teenagers. Hannibal was an adult alpha who learned to control himself in such a vulnerable and lustful stage. Since Hannibal started working in the high school, there were about three omegas in heat that presented themselves to Hannibal—two were female and one was male. But Hannibal knew how to conduct himself in such situations. He was very much admired throughout the teacher by having a collected demeanour about it.
The door to his classroom opened slightly. Hannibal turned to the door to find Will trying to sneak into the classroom. Will stopped dead in his tracks and gripped his books tight. Will was not small, he was quiet large for an omega male. He was skinny, but not sickly. He had a bit of muscle mass, but the smaller waist of his is what caught most alpha's eyes. Will had soft, brown, curly locks that—because of the size—made the student look a lot more feminine than he should.
"Good morning, Will." Hannibal said, "Would you like to explain to me why you are late?"
"I… uh-…" Will turned to his classmates and looked at the floor, "My father didn't come home… so I had to walk."
"Please make sure it does not happen again." Hannibal said.
Will scurried to his desk. He passed by Hannibal's own desk and that's when Hannibal felt it. The smell Will had on him. It was different. It was not the regular aftershave that he would use that smelled horrid. No, this was sweet and succulent. It was something Hannibal would love to sink his teeth into and taste the different flavours that it could provide.
Hannibal turned back to the class and cleared his throat. No other student could smell it. Hannibal knew that it was because of their own crazed hormones working on their own scents. He tried to lecture further, but Will's eyes staring down at Hannibal was causing the alpha to want to flaunt his own quality features.
The young teacher did not understand why Will's own scent was emitting and a lot more popular than the rest. He knew that at least one other person was in heat in the class. He could tell, but the smell was not interesting. It was dull—something Hannibal could get, easily. However, Will's scent was something he had never smelled. The student looked different as well. His eyes seemed to glow brighter and his skin was flushed with a slight tinge of pink.
Hannibal licked his lips with the thought of Will's true colours be shown to Hannibal. The bell rang—relief waved down Hannibal. He wrote down the chapters that the student would have to read for the night. Hannibal was grateful that it was a Friday. The students filed out of the classroom, but Will was still busy writing the last bit of information on the board.
When the door to the classroom shut, Hannibal took his seat behind the desk. He did not want the omega to see him in his current state. Will hung his backpack on one shoulder and made his way to Hannibal's desk. Hannibal kept the same cool and calm demeanour he was known for.
"I'm sorry I was late today." Will apologized.
"It's alright, Mr Graham." Hannibal assured, one hand rested on his desk the other was brushing—purposely—on his cock, "Just don't let it happen again."
"Um… Mr Lecter…" Will glanced at the door, "I need to talk to you about something." Hannibal swallowed and tried not to look like he was in pain, "I think I'm going through a change…"
"I would recommend you speak with Ms Bloom about this." Hannibal interrupted.
"But, it's weird! And you're a psychiatrist, I figured you might know what to do about it." Will muttered. Hannibal stopped himself—his dick becoming hard—he sighed and placed both hands on his desk.
"You're in heat." Hannibal said.
"Heat? I thought I would never go through it… I'm 18, I've been taking suppressants, since 16." Will admitted.
"Since 16?"
"Yes! My father detest the fact that I was born an omega; he forced me to take them." Will explained. Hannibal fought the urge to take him there.
"Did you take them in the last year?"
"Yes, I took them last week."
"You're young, Will." Hannibal explained, "Some omegas suffer through stronger heats than others."
"But, the suppressants should stop it." Will said.
"Not necessarily." Hannibal admitted, "If an omega were to find an alpha of interest then the heat that would be coming would be a lot stronger than any other because your biology would want to be submitted to the alpha's protection." Will's shoulder slumped down.
Hannibal could see that his omega nature was an obstacle in Will's life. Being an omega male was an obstacle in general, but Will had it harder because of his father callous ways with his own son. Hannibal could make young Will feel appreciated. He would make the omega feel safe and wanted. The teacher snapped himself out of the thoughts and cleared his throat.
"If this is the case, then you should see if the alpha is willing to engage in intercourse." Hannibal said.
"I don't want to bond… not at this age." Will responded.
"Bonding is unnecessary if you just have intercourse." Hannibal explained, "The alpha should be feeling your heat coming along too. You'll smell different to him or her; they would be very, very…" Hannibal noticed the blush creeping up on Will's cheeks and stopped himself from saying anything else.
"Thank you, Mr Lecter, I'll be sure to keep it in mind!"
Will scurried out the door and slammed it shut once he was on the other side. Hannibal starred at the back of the room in shock. But his expression slowly morphed into a smirk. His thoughts no longer pure of thought and his morals had ran out the door with young Will.
I hit writers block on my other Hannigram, so hopefully this will help it move along a little more. This won't be a long fic. It will probably be about three or five chapters long.
Thank you for reading and please review!
