...Alana...
She was shocked with Will's revelation. Of course she didn't care if he was gay or not. Although she was bewildered she hadn't picked up on the fact earlier. So focused in not psychoanalyzing him, it had escaped her. She was curious as hell now. Whose was the first move? Alana couldn't imagine Will flirting with anyone, let alone a man. Did he have sex? Was he bottom or top? Or both? The psychology of homosexuality was interesting but she didn't know much about it. Alana refrained herself from asking these barefaced questions and asked things on a milder line.
''Where did you meet him?''
''You know, the university''
''I would've never pegged you for a professor/student kink person'' Beverly laughed.
His kink was patient/doctor actually.
''No, he was a guest lecturer''
''And your first date?''
''A dinner at his place''
''Was he good?'' The forensics technician asked secretively.
''He's a gentleman, cooks and cleans all by himself''
''No, I mean in bed!''
''Oh, I don't kiss and tell'' he laughed at their disappointment and thought about Hannibal ''All I can say is that he's... there's no word to describe him really''
''Sex on legs?'' Beverly eagerly prompted.
''Too vulgar for him, but something on that line''
''But you seem sad somehow, hesitating'' Alana fucking psychoanalyzed him. He couldn't blame her, he had just dropped a bomb.
''The whole thing feels like a fleeting affair''
''Is he married?'' The women spoke almost at the same time.
''God, no'' Although he realized he didn't know much about him either, he changed the subject ''He made me pancakes''
''That's a good sign'' Alana said thoughtfully.
''Pancakes are serious shit'' Beverly agreed ''When did you last spoke to him?''
''I saw him this morning, but I didn't call him. I don't wanna be clingy''
''Yes, he is the one that should call''
''Are you the man or the woman in the relation?'' Beverly asked out of sheer curiosity.
''Just to give us an insight'' the doc explained '' I know it doesn't work like that''
''Yeah, right'' Will sighed and took pity on them ''You could say I'm the woman''
''Hooray, girl's night'' Alana and Beverly excitedly fumbled around him.
''Guys, the steak is gonna burn'' he ran for the quieter noise of meat frying in the kitchen and flipped them. They weren't burned.
Alana was the one who had brought the movie called Crazy, Stupid, Love, and it wasn't crappy. American cinema rocks sometimes. They drooled over Ryan Gosling, of course, but Will thought Hannibal was even more drooling worth.
''This popcorn tastes horrible'' when he casted some to the dogs, they smelled it, whimpered and retreated to their beds.
''Beverly brought it''
''C'mon guys, it's marshmallow savor'' she stuffed her mouth with it, as if to proof it tasted ok.
''More like foam cup'' he washed the taste with beer and, as he swallowed, he remembered Hannibal.
Will drove to the university, recalling the events of the night before. By now, the women were probably on their way to work. They had slept on the sofa and he had woken up with Beverly's foot on his face. After the long interrogatory, endless times pausing and replaying Ryan Gosling scenes, they'd slept on the spot.
Although it had been his first night without Hannibal, he hadn't had nightmares with the girls close either. Knowing that his friends and lovers soothed his dark dreams warmed his heart. He was in a very good mood and looked forward for today's class. It'd be an interesting subject. He got there right on time, some of the students were already in class.
He connected the laptop to the projector and selected one of the slideshows he had made. The familiar image of Marissa Shaw's body held by horns. Suddenly he felt his presence, its presence. I stayed there with legs bent as if to flee at any moment.
The stag.
Was it merely coincidence that it had showed at that moment? It was the first time it appeared at a room with people. He wanted to talk to it, to know what it was, but just then, the stag ran to the class's door and disappeared where, at the same time, a Hannibal in more casual clothes entered, with his hair almost falling on his eyes.
He looked so much younger. What was he doing here? He couldn't talk to him now, the class was about to start. The doctor took a place at the first row, alone, intimidating other students, even with a casual attire. Will had no choice but begin the class already.
''I know every time we analyze a case, we talk about the killer's nature and profile, but superficially'' Will's voice echoed through the room and he put on his professor face ''Today we're going to get deeper into that, with a different approach on the subject''
'In truth, we're all pathological in our own ways'' he recalled Freddie Lounds saying ''Psychopaths are perfect in their own way and they normally recognize that. Nature tries every path and doesn't always get it right. We have many examples of that in daily life. Pedophiles and even gay people are considered part of the group by some.''
hHe avoided looking at Hannibal throughout the whole speech, but it was impossible not to take a peek. He forgot his next words and stared at the doctor's cheekbones accentuated by the light from the ceiling, he couldn't see his eyes.
''You say psychopaths are perfect in their own way, therefore, can we affirm that they are the highlight of evolution?'' Hannibal asked and it took Will a moment to register the question.
''Well, it is proved that their traits are common in successful people. CEO's, leaders, chairmans... It could be a highlight but we can't ignore the downs such as depression, all kinds of complexes and coldness towards others, it's a long list.'' He hoped that sacciated the doctor, he wasn't very comfy right now, speaking to his lover in front of his classroom.
This was first time he wasn't comfortable around the doctor. All familiar faces were here paying attention to him while Hannibal checked him out shamelessly.
He felt naked.
He knew the doctor had only spoken to provocate him or something, but he didn't like mind games. Will was glad when the class ended and everyone but one person got up.
Hannibal was delighted with Will's knowledge of psychopaths. He could as well be one. The doctor had made a stupid question only to get into the professor's nerves. That wasn't necessary, one look at Hannibal had made him speechless. When everyone got out, he walked to the door and locked it. He turned to see a nervous looking Will.
''If it wasn't for your psychology expertize'' Will seemed to take a deep breath before saying the next phrase ''I'd have thought you had come here only to check me out''
''Except I don't check someone out.'' there was a hint of amusement in Hannibal's voice ''I appreciate figures''
''So you were appreciating mine?'' flirting Will was rare, but welcoming.
''Unnecessary question, Will. You know I enjoy every inch of your body'' he walked over to the professor, until they were almost nose to nose.
''Likewise'' Will whispered.
''Don't you have anything to tell me?''
''I just did. I enjoy every inch of your body too'' he blushed, unaccustomed to saying such things, but Hannibal gave him confidence.
''You slept with Bloom and Katz''
''Ah, that. All we did was sleep'' Will looked like a trapped rabbit, afraid of the probable outcome.
''No little pecks?'' Hannibal literally trapped him against the professor's table.
''Only a foot on the face'' Will grinned but the doctor didn't ''You know, when I woke up...''
''No, I don't, but I want to know beforehand next time''
''It's not like I'll do that every night''
''Of course not, you'll be in my bed'' the doctor trailed his nose along the professor's neck.
''Tonight too?'' Will's voice trembled with hope.
''Yes, after somethings I must do before. After...''
''After what?''
''Ah, Will. I will never tire of reminding you of our endless unfinished business. It's an awful lot.''
''I'm getting fond of these words'' Will admitted.
''I thought you would. Kneel''
Will obeyed without a moment of hesitation, he even started to eagerly take off his coat. He had a gift for sweet submission.
''Ah-ah'' Hannibal shook his head ''Don't take off your clothes, what are you thinking? We're in a school. Besides, this is for my pleasure and mine alone. A punishment for going behind my back''
''You can do anything with my back'' need of pleasure did this to Will.
''I know. Perhaps I'll think about it but right now, it's time I give you a fellatio lecture''
The professor seemed anxious for getting his 'punishment'. Of course Hannibal didn't mean it as a punishment, this word for him held much darker treatments, but he had to get hold of the pray before, calmly, sweetly. At least that's what he thought to himself.
''No hands'' Hannibal directed ''Much better. And don't make a mess, take every drop'' the reminder wasn't necessary.
He looked down on Will, working on his cock, and by his expression, it was easy to see that the professor was considering taking a 'punishment' more times.
Note: Mads Mikkelsen is more drooling worth than Ryan Gosling, at least in the humble opinion of this amateur writer. Hope you enjoyed!