School had begun again. It was Wednesday and that meant that Will had class with his beloved Dr. Lecter. The morning went by gracefully. Almost too gracefully for Will's taste. His coffee maker didn't short circuit, his dogs were being obedient (even Winston), and his car ran smoothly along the pavement. Will opened the door to the lecture hall. The first person he saw was Hannibal. He took a quick glance up at the seats and only saw three people there. Two of them had their heads down and the other was busy looking at her phone. Will gave Hannibal a little smile and Hannibal returned it with a low chuckle.

Will almost skipped to his seat. He never recalled his psych class being so exciting. Will took out his materials for the class. Hannibal kept on glancing at Will. He was a bit annoyed over the fact Will was sitting in his usual seat, the back row. He wanted Will closer to him in the lectures, so that he could get away with a bit of touching. But, Will could get away with starring at Hannibal. Being in the back row had its advantages. Slowly the other students began to wander into class. The seats began to fill up and soon enough Hannibal had a full class once more. Will sighed thinking that he maybe he'd get lost in the crowd. The lecture began soon enough; Lecter pulled up the slides of different points he would touch upon that day. Will listened attentively; jotting down anything that left the professor's mouth.

Whenever the professor asked a question, Will's hand was the first to be raised. He rose his hand and answered all the questions Hannibal had. Even the other student began to find him annoying. Hannibal, however, liked it. He found it very cute that his student was (subconsciously) trying to have his attention. Finally, the class came to an end and Lecter assigned the readings for that night. Before anyone could see he wrote a note for Hannibal. He put it in his pocket and slowly began to put his things away. He wanted everyone to leave before he did.

However, Freddy Lounds, had her eyes on Will and was doing the same. She put her things away slowly, trying to follow Will's pace. But, it was almost impossible. Will even dragged out his phone as if checking messages. Will glanced around him and noticed only a couple of people lingered behind. He figured he could give Hannibal the note without looking too suspicious. Sure, he could always text the professor, but the note seemed a bit more detailed. Will made his way to Hannibal's desk and put the note on the desk. Hannibal glanced up at Will and smirked.

"Yes, Mr. Graham?" Hannibal said.

"I was wondering if we're going to get our midterms soon?" Will lied.

"Of course, I will have my assistant grade the last batch tonight." Hannibal smirked. Will chuckled and left the lecture hall to his next class. Freddy busted through the door after Will and was able to catch up.

"Will!" Freddy touched his arm, which Will reacted to and pulled away, "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"No… i-it's fine… what is it you want?"

"I was wondering if you're available tonight?" Freddy asked, "I'm having trouble with the reading and you looked like you understood-?"

"I told you I don't do study dates." Will said, "I don't teach well."

"Oh, no teaching, just explaining."

"I don't explain well."

"But you just-…"

"I have to get to my other class." Will interrupted, "If you don't understand, ask Han- Dr. Lecter."

Will knocked on Hannibal's door lightly. Hannibal opened the door and let Will in. Once they were both inside of the office, Hannibal coiled an arm around Will's waist and kissed him. His lips crashing onto Will's lips, Will's hands wrapped around Hannibal's neck, and both their tongues fighting against each other. Well, Hannibal noted the development in Will's comfort with kissing. Will pulled away with a lingering look on Hannibal's thin lips.

"Today was torture…" Will muttered. Hannibal smirked and Will reacted on what he said, "I mean… um… I didn't mean it li-like-!"

"It's okay, Will. I thought today was torture as well." Hannibal smirked. He let go of Will and they took their corresponding positions. Will sat in front of Hannibal and Hannibal sat behind his desk. He handed Will three midterms to grade, "I will grade yours, Mr. Graham." He smirked, "I don't want you cheating."

Will scoffed and took the red pen on Hannibal's desk and took the answer key and began to grade. He had done almost all of the tests on Monday, so there wasn't much to grade. Will thought that Hannibal would have done them during Thanksgiving, but he gave his lower psych classes two essays to write as their midterm and some students wrote too much. Will looked through some. There was variety; from the blonde answer: 'it's like that because God made it that way,' to the intellectually snotty student that used way too many SAT high school vocabulary words that required you to look at a dictionary.

"You kept on answering the questions I was asking today," Hannibal said, "Looks like you understand everything."

"Well… mostly…" Will shrugged, marking yet another answer wrong.

"Oh?"

"Well, it's about the personality disorders…" Will was on the second person's test which looked a bit more promising, but not by that much, "It's about the correlation with the hormones… I do understand, but I just don't understand why they don't consider the nurture of the person as a factor and more the nature."

"They do consider the nurture."

"Right, but it's more lenient towards the nature…"

"So, what's your opinion?" Hannibal asked, intrigued.

"It should be evenly distributed between nature and nurture." Will explained, "It's true that it's a bit genetic… It's like a fire, as long as you don't add more oxygen the fire can be contained, but when you add more oxygen you will make the fire go out of control… and when it is, people blame the fire and not themselves for adding the oxygen."

"You should write a thesis about it." Hannibal offered, "Might serve the psychological world."

Will blushed and went back to the answers on the test. Hannibal found it interesting, how in the end of it all, Will still tried to blame others and not the person who was "insane". Hannibal thought, maybe it was because Will was a bit unstable and therefore classified as insane many times by his peers and other psychiatrists. But, Hannibal saw so much more in him. He saw this perfect human being, which is able to be compassionate with a monster. Will Graham was able to empathize with monsters that had done so much harm. He was able to put himself into the same position as them and think just like them. Hannibal knew that in the end that was the reason for Will's instability.

"Done." Will said, placing the tests in front of Hannibal. He took the tests and placed them in his drawer.

"Thank you very much, Will." Hannibal smiled.

"What time are you going home?" Will asked, peeking to see what Hannibal was working on.

"In about two hours…" Hannibal took a quick glance and made eye contact with Will. He was able to sustain it a bit more than usual, "I have something for you..." Hannibal handed Will a small bag. Will quirked and eyebrow, "Open it." Will tore off the tape and took out the book he had been reading at the bookstore, "I noticed how entertained you were with the book, so I returned to buy it for you."

"All the way back there?"

"They don't carry it in the school bookstore or in the local bookstore." Hannibal smiled. Will grinned and stood up to thank Hannibal.

He clashed lips with Hannibal, putting the book on the table. Hannibal grinned into the kiss as he leaned back into the chair, which Will leaned towards him. Graham climbed into Hannibal's lap. The two lost in uncontrollable passion. How they longed to touch each other, how they wanted to rip the thin, obnoxious fabric that made their skin touching impossible, but they were too afraid to tread onto unexplored territory.

However, Hannibal wanted to go a bit further than just a kiss. Just a bit. He wanted to witness Will's reaction to his action. Hannibal lowered his hands to Will's hips. Will pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, but quickly resumed the kiss once more. God, Hannibal's mouth felt so good. Will could feel Hannibal's hands lower to from his hips a bit more. Will didn't mind, he wanted to move it along a bit more. God, he wanted to be touch and he wanted to touch. But then the thought struck his mind. They were in the University. Will pulled away from the kiss and locked visions with Hannibal. His forehead pressed onto the others.

"We're in your office…" Will said breathless.

"Yes…"

"We can get caught and you know the policy about student-teacher relationships here." Will said, pecking at his lips once more, "I should leave…" Hannibal cursed into his mind, but made a note that Will was moving along just fine.

"I'll walk you to your car." Hannibal kissed Will's lips, trying to hold onto it a bit more and pulled away, yearning for more.

Will laid in bed belly-down reading the book from the very beginning. The television was on in the living room as background noise. The house was so small that the noise traveled easy through it. Some of his dogs laid next to him, while others sat around the room; Will was relaxed and kept on thinking about Hannibal going back to the city to buy him the book. His lips kept on spreading in a grin.

It was about time for Will to take his medicine, so he got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water along with his canisters of medicine. His dogs followed him all in line almost, hoping that Will would give them more of the treats Hannibal brought last time. He took the medicine he needed to, paying a bit more attention to what was going on in the television. There was a reporter standing, announcing that the body of the missing man was found. It was completely trashed she reported, she said that the man was found almost frozen to death, but that coyotes or some kind of animal must have gotten to it, because it was ripped to shreds.

Will sat in the living room for a while, listening to the story and realized it was the man that had gone missing from the other day. He shrugged and turned off his television. He did say that the man would likely be dead in 24 hours.

Sorry for any plot mistakes. Like getting Will's schedule all whacky! I need to reread so I can get it right! I hope to update soon! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!