Chapter 3
AUTHOR NOTE: WARNING: Attempted rape! Implied past child abuse! Proceed at your own discretion!
Miriam Lass treated her first study session with Will as a coffee get-together. She bought Will a medium sized decaf cup, and a two-sugar and cream medium sized cup for herself as they quickly found a seat in the busy coffee shop on the large campus of UMBC.
The weather was quite cold for the first week of October. Many students were already wearing gloves, mittens, scarves, and boots. While there had been no signs of early snow coming, the rain did not seem to want to leave any time soon, and most days it rained continuously for hours.
Piles of leaves had flown around the sidewalks and roads all over campus, making the once beautiful and luscious ambiance turn almost swamp-like in appearance. Puddles that seemed to only be small cleverly hid themselves in the depth of the large potholes on the roads and streets, and if ever a poor, unfortunate student happened to step into one, they faced an entire rest of their day with kneecap high water drenched pants and shoes.
Will rested a hand on his chin as he looked out the large window in the coffee shop at students and professors trying to hold onto their coats and hats as the wind assaulted them harshly, even managing to push a few people off balance.
"Thank God I'm not out there." Miriam mumbled as she sipped her coffee and wrinkled her nose suddenly. "Too much sugar!"
Will didn't respond, but observed her from his peripheral vision pull out her binders and their sociology textbook with a small pack of highlighters ready to go on the tabletop.
"So how far did you read?" She asked Will as she opened her pink flower-designed binder and flipped through the lengthy pages of notes from top to bottom all over each and every page inside the binder.
Will looked about on the University campus grounds, his eyes floating around and landing on the people outside as they went about their day in a routinely manner. He stopped on a few guys who wore the same coat as Hannibal, and had the same styled black dress shoes. He sighed and turned to Miriam.
Miriam had a raised eyebrow as she stared at Will, the steam rising up from her coffee and whipping about her face as if she had bewitched the cup and ordered it to wind about in the air like a snake being charmed.
"What?" He asked carelessly.
"You look like those dopey bimbos in all those teen movies who has a strong crush."
Will flopped his hand down onto the cold surface of the tabletop. "I do not resemble those bimbos!"
"Yes you do, you're even sighing like you were born to do it." Miriam sat back and put her hair up in her trade-mark clean ponytail. How she was able to collect each and every strand of her long, thick hair without the use of a comb or mirror was simply astonishing to Will. She didn't even use an extra clip or bobby-pin at all.
"Alright. Enough monkey business." She breathed out, her breath grazing across the steaming cup, separating the sensual steam and pushing it back to Will.
"I read everything we're supposed to for the upcoming midterm." Will simply said as he gripped his own coffee cup in his hands and drew the cup to his chest. He tried to get all the heat into his own cold hands as much as he could.
"Will, that's good, but it's not good enough." Miriam sighed as she took out a pen and began writing something on the paper within the binder.
"What do you mean not good enough?" Will inquired as he lazily sat back in his chair and tapped his toes on the tiled floor of the coffee shop.
"Well if the professor says you need to read four chapters, why not push yourself and read six? You need to always be a few steps ahead of everyone else, Will. That's the only way you're going to succeed."
Will tried not to focus too much on the loud noises of the other patrons of the coffee shop as they engaged in their own hearty conversations; some laughing and others practically screaming from joy. A large group of girls sat in the corner next to the window, all of them had their laptops out and open as they laughed and chatted amongst themselves.
Will shivered a bit, and cursed the coffee shop owners internally. He wondered why they couldn't simply turn on the heat yet.
"Are you listening, Will?" Miriam's frustrated voice brought him out of his sudden pause.
"Yes, I heard you, Miriam."
She didn't believe him and gave him a look that clearly communicated that.
"No I do agree, and it is important to always stay on task and fully ahead. Good method." Will added, hoping he'd be exempt from her scorn, now.
Miriam Lass may have been a thin girl, but she sure did give off a dominant and ambitious demeanour that Will did not ever want to disturb for he knew she would make sure there would be hell to pay.
They worked along well together and got along, and Will did not ever wish to go away and disrupt that. Miriam had been kind enough to lend Will her notes and give him more detailed examples as they drew multiple examples from the class lectures and tried to apply majority of the theories into their own life experiences.
"Should we go over Merton's theory of Anomie again? I kind of feel like Dr. Desroches never went over that enough in class." Miriam offered as she downed the rest of her coffee quickly.
"A little too eager, I think." Will smirked at his thoughts, but nodded and pulled out his materials to get ready.
Miriam had barely spoken a few words into her mock lecture, when Will suddenly heard the laughter of a child. Although the coffee shop was extremely busy that day, and multiple voices were mixing together so that it wasn't easy to pick out even the slightest word and differentiate it from the rest of the noises flying around, Will still knew this sound for what it was: A child's laughter.
He whipped around in his seat, eager to see a new face and a new age group, but there were only a few tired looking teachers and students in line at the front of the coffee shop.
Will's eyes searched and searched the coffee shop, but there was no trace of a child at all.
"Over here, Will." He felt the jab of Miriam's pen in his shoulder, and he turned back, shaking his head and sipping his coffee quickly.
Miriam watched him with curious eyes. "You ok there?" She asked softly.
Will set his cup down and wiped his chin delicately. His tongue burned like the tenth level of hell, but he responded still. "Is this decaf or a coffee straight from the bowels of hell, Miriam? Jesus...what did they put in this thing?"
She only shot him a puzzled glance.
He shook his head and cleared his burning throat. "Maybe I'm going crazy. I thought I heard something."
Miriam laughed. "Well we are in a popular, busy coffee shop, Will. What were you expecting?" She laughed it off and wrapped her coat around herself tightly as the door swung open and more students entered, eager to get their food and beverages for the day, but also brought in the cold, harsh wind along with them.
"Nothing, let's just go over Anomie theory again, and then I think we should study together for Criminology too. I have an essay due soon on the differences between the classical and rational choice theory on crime."
Miriam nodded at that set agenda. "Let's do this!"
Will smiled back and began writing the date at the top of his page in beautiful neat handwriting, when he heard the child's laughter once again.
He hadn't been imagining it that time! It was a sharp, chipper, short laugh. It was the type of laugh that immediately made you want to laugh and smile in return due to how damn contagious it was.
Will looked up at the ceiling of the coffee shop. The radio wasn't even on today in the shop...but he had heard the laughter; he was one-hundred percent certain of it.
When he turned to look at the line-up at the door again, the door opened slowly, and Mason Verger practically tumbled inside the cafeteria like a clumsy oaf.
Will snorted pitifully at the sight that was Mason Verger at the door. Apparently the idea and presence of a comb had never been introduced to Mason. His hair stood very crazily up from the top of his head, and likely due to the increasing amount of wind blowing harshly about, and the damp atmosphere, it looked quite frizzy this morning. He was wearing a strange fashioned grey trench coat with thick black buttons, and Will hated to admit it: but from afar, it nearly resembled an old German Nazi officer trench coat. Mason wore thick black boots and his glasses were soaked with rain. A small leaf clung to the back of his head, almost smiling at everyone devilishly in the shop as Mason whipped and turned his head around and around, looking at everything and nothing.
"He looks like a confused sparrow." Miriam stated as she watched Mason carefully too, her pen still upon her paper.
Will nodded, still looking at Mason. "He creeps me out. Ran into him during the time I was moving into student residence."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He didn't talk to me at all, though. He seems to be more interested in Hannibal." Will explained.
Miriam knew who Hannibal was, but Will had been careful not to tell her that he was romantically involved with Hannibal. He didn't trust Miriam too much still, and he figured she wanted to focus mostly on her studies rather than relationship worries and drama.
"I never talk to him. No one does, really." Miriam explained back as she looked back down at her work.
"Why not?" Will asked. "Surely he has some friends..."
"I don't know, and I don't care, Will. Let's just get back to work, please. Mason Verger scares the heck out of me, never gave me good vibes to begin with, and that's reason enough for me never to get involved with him." Miriam had the final say and began highlighting rapidly.
Will turned back and looked down at the books and notebooks on the tabletop. Miriam had stated many good points: Why even bother with Mason, given all the creepy feelings he gave everyone around him? It wasn't worth it.
Will turned back over his shoulder one final time, and this time his eyes met directly with Mason Verger's.
Mason kept his cold, blue eyes trained on Will, the fog and drying raindrops shielding his true expression held in his eyes from Will's sight, but Will guessed Mason was staring at him with derision.
Will kept his ground, however, and stared back at Mason, as if challenging him. Both boys began feeling tense as they stared at each other across the room. Will didn't feel cold at all anymore, as he felt the steam and heat of his anger for Mason begin to rise out of his chest and flood the coffee shop.
Mason suddenly grabbed his food from the cashier, and shoved a small handful of bills at her before throwing one final glare at Will before he made his way towards the door to exit.
Before he left, Will could have sworn on his soul and his parents' graves that he heard yet again the chipper giggle of the young child's voice again.
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Hannibal sighed happily to himself as he turned on the hot water faucet in the large bathtub inside the bathroom of his room. It had been yet again another long day at the hospital, but Hannibal had luckily gone home for the evening that day and managed to grab a bite to eat before he decided to relieve his aching joints and muscles in a warm shower.
He ran his hands up and down his chest as he gathered lather and soap about his chest. He had finished shampooing his hair, and took his time with the soap. He admired its scent and its gentle texture upon his skin. The bottle had been kept in the bathroom all day, and the heat of the room had kept the liquid soap from cooling off, and it was more than welcome on Hannibal's skin.
Hannibal turned over the bottle and squeezed out some more liquid soap for himself. He had been meaning to text or call Will right after work to arrange some plans for time only for themselves, but he had barely eaten much all day due to the hectic schedule, and he was very well aware that Will had many upcoming papers and midterms due. It was better for both of them if they kept up their energy for work and studies rather than other 'extra-curricular' activities.
Hannibal wondered what Will was up to at this moment in time as he opened his mouth and allowed some of the shower water to flood his mouth and he swished it about a few times and then spat it out carefully. He knew Will was definitely at home with his roommates, but he was more specifically wondering what he was up to all alone in his room. Will had made new friends, but Hannibal knew he craved more than merely friendship; especially from him.
Hannibal felt obliged to take care of Will's each and every little need. He would be there, at the boy's beck and call, treating him as he deserved to be. Hannibal wondered how Will would look like if he blushed like mad whenever they were alone together.
He imagined that heated, flushed skin next to his own as they lay down together, Hannibal on top of Will, cradling the boy's thin body carefully on Will's bed. Hannibal imagined Will's warm welcoming lips entrapping his own as they lazed about on the bed in the sunlight lazily, kissing and taking their time sucking on each other's lower lip while the sun heated their bodies.
Hannibal moaned out loud when he felt Will sucking passionately on his tongue, nearly drawing the life out of the older boy. The thing's Will's mouth was doing to him was absolutely unheard of to the human ears.
Hannibal nuzzled his face into Will's neck and bit down on the soft sweaty skin there. He wanted to bite the boy to death, practically, marking his light colored skin every inch of the way. He began breathing heavily, running a hand down his chest and resting on his navel as he felt Will wrap his legs around his waist tightly.
Hannibal pressed his entire weight on Will, and nudged open the other boy's legs as he looked down at him with passion and lust combined in one.
"How I want you, Will. How I need you..." He whispered as he flashed him his sharp white teeth.
Hannibal grabbed Will's hands in his own, and kissed all ten fingers slowly, as if making love to all of Will's fingers turn-by-turn. When he was done kissing them, he sucked each flesh covered digit slowly and sensually, never taking his eyes off Will. He then began biting and nipping the tender flesh next, earning loud moans and desperate pants from Will.
Hannibal felt Will begin to lose control beneath him as he moaned and arched up against him sensually. "Hannibal!"
Hannibal grasped his throbbing, aching desire for Will in his own strong hand, and confidently began stroking it as he looked deeply into Will's eyes. He nearly lost all control when he watched Will look down at him stroking and holding his length. Will ran his tongue along his lower lip, and Hannibal wanted to lean down and taste that saliva more than anything else in the whole world.
He quickened the pace of his stroking, his hand expertly flying up and down his length and twisting at the end carefully as he moaned Will's name louder and louder in the bathroom. He relished in hearing his voice echo throughout the bathroom as he imagined it was Will's voice crying out for him.
Hannibal watched as Will ran his hands down to his own hard length and grasped it as he blushed and smiled up at Hannibal.
"Yes! Do it, and place two fingers inside yourself, Will." Hannibal instructed, trying to hold back from bursting when he observed Will listen to him right away.
"Suck first!" Hannibal hissed as he grabbed Will's hand and brought it up to his own mouth, tongue darting out and thoroughly licking and sucking Will's fingers. Hannibal began to moan loudly around Will's fingers.
A loud knocking soon broke Hannibal out of his little heavenly paradise. He groaned loudly and slammed a clenched fist at the bathroom tiled wall. He had been so damn close! Hannibal normally didn't resort to such methods of dealing with his carnal desires, but the last few weeks had truly been nothing but torture for him. Despite trying to busy himself with work and school, he found he had no control over his thoughts and mind whenever it came to Will. The young boy had manged to float into his mind and heart at his own accord, and the weeks of pent-up sexual frustration had been enough for Hannibal. It had gotten so terribly out of control, that he had practically felt the need to rush Will into the nearest area of privacy and kiss him until he was a sopping, uncontrolled heap beneath him every time they were in a room together.
Hannibal silenced his out of control breaths and pants and turned off the water. The knocking still didn't stop, so he growled and threw back the shower curtain, picked up a white towel resting on the sink next to the standing shower, wrapped it around the nude lower half of his soaked body, and headed to see who it was knocking so profusely on his door.
He peeked in the peephole at the front door and inwardly cringed when he saw Mason Verger standing outside in the hall.
Hannibal slowly unlocked and opened the door for the boy, wearing a half-smile on his face. "Good evening, Mason."
"Heya!" Mason immediately pushed past Hannibal, inviting himself in Hannibal's small home. Mason looked as if he had actually put in half an effort to dress nice today. His hair however was still a mess and a half. He wore an ironed dark blue dress shirt with a long, casual grey tie over it, and matching grey dress pants that seemed to be a bit too tight and black dress shoes.
Mason turned on his toes, the toes of the shoes screeching across the floor of Hannibal's rented home in a very annoying manner.
"Forgive me for being ignorant, Hannibal. I'd definitely have dressed-or shall we say, under-dressed-given the occasion, but I must have missed the memo." He joked as looked at the towel lewdly.
Hannibal frowned darkly at Mason but didn't say a word. The boy had already displayed more than three acts of rudeness and Hannibal wanted him out of the room at once.
"Mason. If you'd be so kind as to leave, please." Hannibal warned gently but sternly.
"Hey come on now! No need to be a sour-puss! After all, you did say we could arrange another time, remember?"
Hannibal felt truly disappointed in himself. He should have known that Mason would definitely follow-up on hollow, empty promises. While technically Hannibal hadn't been the one to agree to another "arrangement" or "meet-up", he hadn't fully vocally objected and rejected the offer either. He hadn't wanted conflict at the time, and thought that playing neutral would work. That old trick clearly wouldn't work on Mason Verger and the boy took everything so literally.
Hannibal wanted to throw on some clothes immediately when he caught Mason's eyes dropping low to his private areas hidden not too well by the towel.
"Although, I am truly proud of my sense of timing..." Mason leered as he laughed his annoying barking laughter.
"Mason!" Hannibal suddenly growled out louder than he'd intended.
Mason looked up at Hannibal over the rim of his glasses seductively. "That is my name, Hannibal. I like the way you pronounce it; so very refined and meaningful."
Mason tilted his head a little in a flirtatious manner while he kept his eyes peering at Hannibal from above the glasses rims. Hannibal wanted to puke right on the spot. Whenever Will did such a thing as that, Hannibal really enjoyed it and found it cute. However, when Mason imitated the gesture, Hannibal wanted nothing more than to bury his fist in Mason's damn glasses and send shards of glass into the boy's eyeballs.
"Oh no need to feel so self-aware, Hannibal. We can't all have good looks, though." He raised and lowered his eyebrows rapidly in another act of a flirtatious manner, and Hannibal abruptly opened the door and moved aside to reveal the empty hallway before them.
"Out, now." Hannibal was through with playing the polite card. Mason Verger clearly was not hearing him out as he had originally hoped; refined methods would not work on this creature.
"This is not attractive at all." Mason ground out through his clenched teeth.
Hannibal turned his nose in Mason's direction, clearly portraying a look of sheer disgust for the younger boy. "Fair enough, Mason." He chopped out hastily.
"But if you're into the whole: "I-run-and-you-come-running-after-me-in-the-dark-thing, I can most certainly prove to be a worthy playmate..." Mason finished, adding extra emphasis on the word 'playmate'.
"Out."
"You keep pushing me away, but I see right through this little game and masquerade, Hannibal." Mason kept urging as he walked forward but towards Hannibal rather than the doorway and out into the hallway.
Hannibal backed up a few steps, stood as tall as he could, and glared down at the slightly shorter boy. "Leave!"
Mason smiled a sweet smile, almost resembling a little angelic child in fashion. "Whatever you say, lover."
"Don't you dare ever refer to me as that!" Hannibal yelled out after him, not really caring who would hear for the moment.
"Anything you say, pumpkin." Mason turned and blew Hannibal a little kiss as he laughed and put a foot into the hallway before he turned back to face Hannibal.
"Sure you don't want me to stay and give you a backrub? I've been told I have such wonderful, talented hands-"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that offer." Hannibal eyed the hallway and debated exiting the room himself for a few seconds. He desperately needed to get away from Mason Verger before he lost all his control and sliced the boy's throat open.
"Anything you wish." Mason said as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked out. He was barely a few feet out into the hallway, when he turned and looked at Hannibal with the most serious, stern expression Hannibal had ever seen him display.
"You know, animals are great. I love them with all my heart and soul," he paused and pushed his glasses up on his nose with one finger, "...but I cannot help but feel a little irate at times with them. They're fun and exciting, and we can learn a lot from them and from little glimpses into their world. But one thing they won't ever do is tell you to stop. That's where the real fun is cut off, and that's what upsets me." He grinned at Hannibal sneakily before he smiled and batted his eyelashes before walking off down the hallway and to the right and finally disappearing out of sight.
"Out of sight, but never out of mind..." Hannibal thought to himself as he shut the door and locked it extra tight that night.
He padded back to his bathroom and stared at his own reflection in the mirror. The little mirror was drenched in dew and steam, and Hannibal had to run a hand through the glass surface a few times before he could properly see himself back.
He stood in front of the sink, with his lean arms gripping the sides of the sink tightly. He had no idea how to piece together what had just happened, but he decided he wasn't going to. There was no use when it came to matters as delicate as this. Only one thing could be done, and it had to be done properly and quickly as soon as possible.
Hannibal exited the damp bathroom quickly, his eyes set to stone as he walked into his bedroom and began dressing into a simple black sweater, black track pants and jogging shoes, and put on gloves.
He took one look around the bedroom and closed the door behind him gently as he headed for the front door to go out.
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"Door!" Charlie was the first to answer the rapid banging and pounding on the house's front door. Philip also walked up behind Charlie, holding two dumbbells in both arms, curling them up and down as he walked towards the door, wearing a confused expression as to what all the commotion was.
"Oh hey Hannibal." He greeted as he looked at Hannibal's dark eyes and slightly pale face.
"Woah...you ok dude?" Philip asked, setting down a dumbbell to rest next to his thigh against the side of his body.
Hannibal gave a half nod. "Will?" Was all he asked.
Both roommates exchanged glances but stepped aside to allow Hannibal inside the house. Philip whispered something in Vietnamese, but Hannibal didn't pay attention to the rude boy as he threw off his shoes hurriedly, and headed for the second floor of the house.
"Yeah he's...upstairs." Charlie said, pointing to the second floor of the house, but Hannibal already knew that and had already headed upstairs.
Hannibal raced up the stairs, two at a time, and flung open Will's bedroom door, which was already open ajar.
Will was sitting at his study desk when Hannibal had burst in, with his criminology textbook in his hands and a pen tucked over his ear resting in his hair with his glasses half-way down his nose; the boy was buried deeply in his studies.
Hannibal watched Will jump up from his seat, his glasses falling completely off his nose in the process, and the textbook sliding down to his lap.
"Hannibal!" He cried.
Hannibal kicked the door shut with the back of his leg, still facing Will with a determined expression on his face.
"You didn't call or text, is something wrong?" Will asked as he set down his book and glasses back on the surface of the desk.
Hannibal simply stared at Will without any words spoken. Will kept his eyes on Hannibal, and Hannibal decided he enjoyed Will with and without his glasses. The boy was truly a magnificent beauty.
Moments of stretched out silence were the only active things in the room, before Hannibal heard the faint pitter patter of Will's heart beat. It began out with a regular rhythm, and then it suddenly grew in pace as Will looked Hannibal up and down in front of him.
Hannibal inhaled and was taken aback slightly when he smelled Will's salty sweat ooze out from the pores of his skin and entrench itself deep within his clothes.
He suddenly took two large steps in the room across the carpeted floor, and grabbed Will's face in both his hands roughly, smashing his lips on Will's.
Will managed to gasp in shock, and the act allowed Hannibal to forcefully press his tongue past Will's lips and inside the hot wet cavern that was his mouth.
Will moaned and wrapped his arms around Hannibal, but Hannibal had other ideas set in mind and he pushed his body forward into Will's, successfully managing to slam the younger, and more thin boy against the white bedroom wall.
Will groaned in both pleasure and pain when the force of Hannibal's thick body slammed his head back into the wall behind, but Hannibal ignored the sound and began nipping at Will's tender lips with his sharp teeth.
Hannibal frowned against Will's forehead, and increased the force of his biting, feeling Will's plump lips being literally forced in between the vice-like-grip of his own large teeth. He didn't take his lips off Will's, but pushed against him harder and more roughly, trying to get more sounds out of Will.
Will pressed a hand against Hannibal's chest and gently pushed back against Hannibal. This act angered Hannibal, and he suddenly felt he could no longer contain himself. Hannibal hated rejection more than anything else in the world. Only rude people truly rejected him and his advances, and now that Will had done it, Hannibal took a few seconds before he snapped, his emotions going over-load and bubbling over like a crazy pot of stew over a stove turned to "high" temperatures.
He growled at the back of his throat, and grabbed Will's slender, delicate neck and literally threw the younger boy across the room and onto his bed with such a force that Will had heaved and gasped for air when he hit the side of the bed and rammed his hips against the wooden sideboards of the bed.
"Wah!?" He cried out unintelligibly before Hannibal bounded over to the bed and threw himself upon Will, grabbing both his hands in one of his own, and flipped them up and over Will's head onto the pillow resting on the bed.
Hannibal looked down at Will like a trapped little bird that he was hunting, and he ran a hand up and down his clean-shaven face before he leaned forward and bit at the skin not too gently, his right hand sneaking down Will's body and grabbing at his legs and hips so roughly that Will was sure he was going to leave bruise-marks the next day.
"Hannibal! What the-" Will cried, but was interrupted when Hannibal bit his neck with such an intense force that Will knew for sure he was going to have to cover his neck with a scarf all day tomorrow and probably the next.
"No!" He cried, trying to fight Hannibal off now when he sensed the situation was getting out of hand and was not what Will wanted in their relationship.
He tried squirming his legs free from under Hannibal, but the older boy was quicker than Will thought in this heated moment, and slammed his hips and legs roughly down onto Will's, making him sink deep into the mattress violently.
"Stop!" Will cried in pain when he felt Hannibal begin to tear at his black ACDC band shirt, the collar of the shirt wrapping around his soft neck like a noose.
Will jerked his head back and away from Hannibal's teeth and lips when he felt them sink into his collarbone, which earned a hiss from Hannibal and the older boy grabbed Will's neck in one strong hand and forcefully turned Will's head back to his attention and demanding lips and teeth.
"Don't!" Will nearly screamed. He didn't want to alert his roommates of what was going on upstairs in the room for two reasons: he didn't want a fight to break out between all of them and Hannibal, and he didn't want to face the embarrassment of the situation he was in.
He was literally being groped roughly and clawed at by Hannibal over him on his own bed, in his own room, in his own shared housing unit in the middle of the night. Will knew he was more than lucky that none of his three roommates were homophobic in the slightest. He hadn't exactly come out before them, but he knew they were smarter than they appeared at face value. He knew his roommates had fully caught on to the relationship he had with Hannibal whenever the older boy was over in the house and sitting too close to Will. None of them had said anything or asked strange, intrusive questions regarding their relationship, but the odd chance Philip, Charlie, or Max caught a kiss or two between Hannibal and Will, they would merely smile lightly and walk off to their own rooms or classes without bothering either boy.
As far as Will knew, only Philip was currently dating. He was dating another Vietnamese girl he had met through his Church. Charlie had recently broken up with his high school flame, and was mostly engaging in one-night stands and flings at parties and bars that he came home to afterwards and bragged about before the other boys in the house. Max as far as Will knew, was very private about his love life and never brought a girl home or never went out to meet one. The only relationship commitment he had was with the gym and working out.
But none of that mattered now that Will felt Hannibal tugging at the belt buckle on his belt that rested on the waistband of his jeans.
Will suddenly sprung back into action, and reached a leg up as high as he could with every inch of strength he had gathered, and kneed Hannibal in the back. Hannibal growled but didn't move off of Will at all. It was as if he had turned into a large boulder meant to rest on top of Will and slowly crush the life and breath out of him.
The act however had seemed to trigger something in Hannibal, for he momentarily let go of Will's belt, and snaked a hand up into Will's hair and yanked him up a little from the bed by his curly thick hair.
"NNNNGRRRR!" Will groaned through his clenched teeth as pain seared through the back of his skull and all over his body as Hannibal forced him up to sit on his lap. Will began to panic even more when he felt the hardness in between Hannibal's thighs heatedly throbbing under his weight, and he tried to move about quickly in order to move as far away from the searing heat as possible. It felt so dirty and so wrong, and Will wanted nothing more than to fly across the room and out the window.
As if he had heard and read his thoughts, Hannibal looked at Will darkly and viciously, his eyes literally appearing cold and dead. There was not a single trace of light shining or reflecting in them as it often had in the past whenever he was with Will and exchanging caring glances. It was as if a new Hannibal had entered Will's room that night and killed the other one that Will had grown to care for so much.
Hannibal leaned forward and was about to forcefully take Will's lips with his own when he stopped midway. He looked intently at Will, and nearly felt his heart drop out of his chest and onto the carpet below the bed.
Will had only one single lone tear drop from his left eye, and it rolled down his cheek and fell onto Hannibal's knee which had entrapped tightly around Will's thin body on the bed.
Hannibal's eyes immediately widened and the old shine that had often been observed within their depths was ignited and brought back right away. He gasped and wrapped his arms around Will's back and clung onto Will as if his life depended on it.
He breathed out in a half sob. "Will! Will! Forgive me!" He cried as he held the boy as tightly as he could, slightly rocking back and forth on the bed in order to cradle and comfort them both.
A cold but firm grip on his arms was the only thing that forced Hannibal to pry away from Will's body and look at him in shame and remorse. Will had pushed away from Hannibal and only gave him a neutral, empty look.
Hannibal turned away from Will immediately, feeling like the lowest form of bacterial life on the planet at the moment. What had he been about to do!? How could he even think about doing it to Will given all the time they had spent together, all the trust that had been established between them? Did any of it matter at all? Why had Hannibal lost control so easily?
All these questions racing through Hannibal's mind were soon extinguished when he felt Will push away entirely from him, but still faced him as he sat on his knees before Hannibal.
"Get out." Was all Will hissed through his teeth, his body shaking slightly.
Hannibal shook his head and tried to lean towards Will to gather him back to his chest for comfort and compassion, but the younger boy stood up from the bed quickly and faced away from Hannibal.
"Go. Now. Before. I. Call. My. Roommates." He spoke one word at a time coldly.
Hannibal gaped like a fish, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he clenched his fists at his side tightly and turned to head out the door.
The minute he had exited the room, Will burst forth and ran to his window, which faced the front parking lot of the house and driveways into the streets. He watched as Hannibal exited the house, hands shoved deeply in his pockets, head hung low as he walked into the night.
Before he disappeared completely out of view into the dark, Hannibal stopped and turned to look up at Will's window.
Will quickly frowned and pulled down his curtains. He never wanted to see Hannibal again. This act had been absolutely unforgivable and Will knew there was no going back, no going forward. Hannibal had taken everything they worked so hard together to gain and destroyed it all in a few minutes.
"I hope it was worth it." Will thought to himself as he walked back to his bed, wrapping his shaking hands around his own body, crumpling into a tight fetal position on the mattress as he shook and sobbed violently all night long.
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Woah! What the hell got into Hannibal!?
I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter and please forgive he attempted rape scene. Trust me, it took hours to write because of how difficult it was for me. I don't like rape scenes in the slightest, even if later on the characters somehow forgive each other. Rape is wrong, period, and this was a pain to write.
Hope I didn't offend anyone.
Avixi