Hannibal's powerful voice echoed through the lecture hall. Will sat in the front row this time; however he was off to a corner, because it was not his class in the lecture hall. It was one of the days he was there as the teacher's assistant. Hannibal would have him grade papers, give them back, and be an aid for those students that were struggling with the material. Throughout the time he was there he could not take his eyes off of Hannibal. He was so intrigued over the professor that he forgot he had to be fixing mistakes of the students.

Hannibal noticed, of course, and would glance looks at Will. He would occasionally brush his hand over Will's arm. This would make Will smirk while grading papers or minding his own business. Of course, all the students would be writing notes vigorously from the PowerPoint that they wouldn't even notice the gestures the two were making with each other. Anyone who would have been paying attention would have noticed that they were eye-fucking each other.

The day's class was over and the students lined up in front of Will to get their papers back. Will knew who each of them were by the time he was handing back assignments. Most were incoming freshman and failing the course. However, there were a couple that showed some promise on their second try. Once all the students were gone, Hannibal coiled an arm around Will's waist and kissed the back of his neck.

"Hannibal, a student can walk back inside." Will smiled, trying hard not to laugh at the tickling sensation at his neck.

"If you're so keen on rules, then you can refer to me as Dr. Lecter in the university." Hannibal smiled.

"Okay, Dr. Lecter." Will smiled and turned around to face Hannibal his arms wrapped around the neck of the professor, "You have office hours for two hours, right? How about you invite me to lunch before my class begins?"

Hannibal smiled and pecked at Will's lips lightly. He noted that it was some character development for Will. From the unstable guy who sat in the back of the class to the man that was now teasing alongside Hannibal. They both let go of each other as Will grabbed his backpack and notebooks.

"Where are you going to take me to lunch?" Will smiled as Hannibal walked him out of the classroom.

"Not to any of these excuses of restaurants." Hannibal smirked, "I'll surprise you."

Will kissed Hannibal's lips before he opened the door. Hannibal watched Will walked down the hallway until he turned the corner and he was no longer visible. By the looks of it, no students were going to go into his office hours. Maybe Hannibal would slip away to make Will a good lunch.

Will walked back to Hannibal's classroom. He had a grin plastered on his face. Despite the nights of nightmares and a million changes of clothes he had to do in the morning- he was happier and a lot more satisfied than usual. He tried to open the door of the classroom, but it was locked. He knocked on the door and Hannibal opened it for him. Will quirked an eyebrow with a grin on his face.

"Do you have another student in there?" Will teased.

"Maybe I do have a student." Hannibal responded with a smile. That image of the witch from Hansel and Gretel came back to mind. Hannibal let Will enter the classroom.

There were plates and utensils placed on Hannibal's desk. Will smiled and turned back to Hannibal who had locked the door once again. He took Will's backpack and notebooks and placed them on one of the desks that the students would use.

"Did you have lunch planned?" Will asked as he slid his fingers on the table. He just wanted to take in the aroma of the food that Hannibal had made. It was always something to look forward to.

"I might have slipped away for a moment." Hannibal explained, "I had no students come to me, so I left a bit early while you studied in the library." Will chuckled and took his seat in front of the professor.

Will felt a bit embarrassed and had a bit of blush run across his cheeks. He figured that it was something simple and yet extravagant. Something that for Hannibal would be easy, but if Will would try to do then it would be the end of him because it would be too difficult; Hannibal sat in front of Will and poured some water. Well, at least it wasn't wine, Will thought. He didn't want to go to class with alcohol on his breath. His professor could smell it on any student that walked in. Hannibal placed the food in front of Will.

Will waited patiently for Hannibal to sit and began to eat once he was ready. The conversation flowed a lot better between the two now. Will was a lot more talkative and not so nervous on what to talk about or if it would be entertaining to Hannibal. They both let the conversation flow at its will.

"You told me once that you had a sponsor."

"Yeah, she kind of knew my mom… she's not old enough to be my mom though. She's pretty young… she saw me for therapy a couple of times and she offered to pay for my school if I kept going to therapy."

"Which you're not." Hannibal said.

"Well, you're some kind of therapy." Will muttered.

Hannibal chuckled knowing that it was kind of true. However, he should be attending actual therapy and not dates. Hannibal analyzed him and he would take mental notes, but he was a lot more interested in him as a partner than a patient. He never knew when he had such an interest in him like that. Will took a bite out of his food not looking up at his partner.

"I think I might now your sponsor… her name is Alana?" Hannibal asked.

"Uh, yeah." Will said, "Dr. Alana Bloom."

"She sounds familiar. I might have met her in a fellowship… but I can't recall it."

"She might be coming into town soon! When she does I would like her to meet you." Will said enthusiastically.

"I would like to meet her." Hannibal smiled.

Will smiled warmly. He liked the fact that Hannibal wanted to meet Alana and if they did know each other then it would be easier for Will to explain to Alana the situation they're in. Will imagined Hannibal as a college student. He knew that Hannibal must have been intelligent and elegant like he is now. He wasn't old either, which means that he must have been just as smart as or even a lot more intelligent than Alana.

They finished eating and they talked a bit more. Will talked about his music theory class, which the professor was a bit odd. He explained to Hannibal that he would get picked on and that he would stare at him from time to time. Hannibal knew that he would have to check on that later.

Soon enough, Will's class time came and he left Hannibal's class. They shared a light, desperate kiss before Will left and Hannibal asked Will to come by his office later. Will agreed and almost skiped to his other class.

"You sound happier Will." Abigail said over the phone, "A lot happier… you dating anyone?"

"Uh… no…" Will responded, "Well, yes… I don't know…"

"Are you guys kissing?"

"Yes."

"Are you two going out alone?" Abigail asked.

"Yes…" Will blushed.

"Then that's dating Will." Abigail smiled. He should have said yes without thinking about it, but it was weird that Abigail asked. He couldn't admit to just anyone that he was dating his psych professor. They could tell the entire University and then it would be over, "So, who is it?"

"Um… no one you know…"

"Is it that red-head, Freddie Lounds?" Abigail groaned, "Because if it is I'm not talking to you anymore." Will chuckled and responded.

"No, it's no one you know…" Will knew that was a lie. She knew who Hannibal was. Will talked about him sometimes to Abigail and Abigail understood saying that it was normal to have a professor crush.

"Fine… if you're still dating that person, I want to do a double date." Abigail said.

"You're dating?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. His name is Nicholas Boyle, met him in my Biology class."

"Sounds like a murderer." Will teased.

"Oh, shut up, so does Will Graham." Abigail scoffed, "Anyway, I would love to go out on a date with you and your friend… Nick and I; that way I can judge this person."

"Yeah, because that's what I want you to do." Will said, putting the book he was reading back in his backpack. He saw Hannibal coming into his office, while he was sitting on a bench.

"If I don't like them then I want you to stop dating them." Abigail said.

"Okay." Will knocked on the door, while chuckling at Abigail's childishness, "I have to go, I have to help a professor with some work." Hannibal opened the door and smiled. Will went inside and closed the door.

"Is it that creepy professor from psych class?" Abigail asked.

"Creepy?"

"Yeah, now he has the name of a serial killer." She laughed.

"I like his name…" Will smiled at Hannibal, "Anyway, I have to go. Talk to you later." Will hung up the phone and placed it in his pocket.

"So, whose name do you like?" Hannibal asked.

"My psych professor's." Will said. Hannibal chuckled, the deep tones reaching Will's ear like a sweet symphony.

"How was class?" Hannibal began to make his way to Will. Will, who was leaning against the desk, looked up at Hannibal and smiled.

"It was fine." Will smiled.

He placed his arms around Hannibal's neck and Hannibal put his arms around Will's waist. Will leaned into Hannibal's thin lips. He was getting used to kissing him like that. He liked it rough, which was the feeling of Hannibal's skin. The way Hannibal was distinct as well. It was rough, with his teeth biting Will's lips ever so often; their bodies were always clashed together when Hannibal kissed, and his hands powerfully holding Will in place.

Will would half-open his eyes to catch a quick glimpse of Hannibal, but would close them to get back into the kiss. They pulled apart for air; Hannibal took the time to kiss Will's neck. This was always different for Will, but very pleasurable. He liked neck kisses. They felt so right when Hannibal did it. Will leaned up to kiss Hannibal again, his arms now supporting him on the desk. Hannibal's knee was now placed smugly between Will's legs. He rubbed his leg against Will's crotch. The friction between the fabric and his dick made it very hard for Will to control his breath.

Will moaned into the kiss, making sure not to be too loud, but loud enough to have Hannibal hear his reaction. Will felt like he could feel Hannibal's heartbeat to him, it was strong and slow. Those strong beats somehow coincided with Will's heartbeat. Will felt like his heart was moving into the kiss; however, that heartbeat was making its way south.

He felt his erection becoming less and less flaccid with each motion of Hannibal's leg. Will had masturbated before. He recalled the nights in which he locked himself in his room; kicking his dogs out and take out that shameful box of tissues and bottle lube. He would put on a video sometimes or sometimes do it alone in the dark with his wildest fantasies running amuck.

But, the idea of having someone else do it for you was completely different. It was another person's body, fingers, and hand over your own. Will had not felt it before, that's why Hannibal sent an electric shock down to the tip of his toes every time he touched him. Will pulled away and Hannibal began to kiss different spots on Will's face. Will giggled, since it took away from the sexy atmosphere that they had. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Will jumped up and the two separated from each other.

"Dr. Lecter-…" Freddie Lounds entered the office. Will turned bright pink and grabbed his backpack and left without even saying goodbye to Hannibal. Freddie watched Will leave and looked back at (the very irritated) Hannibal, "I was wondering if you can help me with this essay for a scholarship."

"Yes, of course, Ms. Lounds." Hannibal sighed. Freddie moved towards Hannibal, but became interested in the situation between the professor and student.

Will laid on his bed. He battled with himself trying to decide whether to actually go through with it or not. He had no idea why he felt so embarrassed since he had done it before, countless times. His mind decided for him, he pulled his boxers down and sat up a bit, leaning against the wall behind him. His developing erection was growing slowly as he thought about earlier that day.

The way Hannibal was kissing him and the way that his leg would rub against his covered skin. Will slid his fingers on his crotch. His foot rubbed his leg, trying to feel as much skin as possible. He let out small breaths of air, his mind now focusing on the sight of Hannibal. His fingers coiled around his crotch and he stroked it a few times. He reached for the bottle of lube next to him and poured some on his hand.

His hand was slick and glided smoothly with his penis. He moaned out and his mind began to imagine Hannibal doing it for him. Hannibal's long slender fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped him slow then quick, just to tease Will. He would kiss Will in between each moan; just to remind him that he was the reason that he was feeling so good.

Will quickened his strokes as his hips bucked up to his hand. He moaned louder each time; he knew was going to climax soon. Until finally, he reached that moment of bliss, where everything in his mind slipped out and he felt the euphoria travel throughout his body like chaotic waves hitting land.

He calmed his breathing, his erection growing flaccid slowly as Will sat there trying to get a hold of himself. Will grabbed tissues from his night stand and began to wipe his hand as he thought of what just happened. The thought of Hannibal touching him aroused Will. Will cursed under his breath thinking, shit, do I have some kind of hand fetish? He changed underwear and changed the sheets, since they were already dirty from before.

Will opened the door of his bedroom to take the sheets outside. His dogs were all laying by the heater and did not bother to look at Will's direction. Will went to the kitchen counter to take his medicine as he threw the sheets in the clothes hamper. His phone began to ring. Will jumped up and stepped over to answer the phone. He swallowed the last of water he had in his mouth and took a quick glance to the caller ID. It was Alana who was calling over the phone.

"Hey, Alana, I'm sorry I haven't called… I've been busy." Will rubbed the back of his neck as he made his way to his living room couch.

"Oh, it's fine Will." Alana greeted, "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Good." Will responded.

"You sound tired."

"I was…" Will blushed as he sat down on the couch, "I was kind of busy before you called… anyway," He quickly changed the subject as he leaned into the corner of the couch, "How are you?"

"I'm in the hospital." Alana scoffed, "I, um, got attacked by a patient."

"What happened?!" Will sat up straight. He had the look as if he had seen a ghost, "Ar-are you alright!?"

"Yeah, I got a couple of cuts and bruises nothing too serious." Alana smiled at his concern. Will was still trying to make sense of it, "I'm fine, Will. I just wanted to keep you informed."

"Alright… how long are you going to be in the hospital?"

"As far as I know just for three days."

"Okay…" Will nodded his head, "I'll call you then."

"Sure," Alana smiled, "I'll wait for your call tomorrow."

They both hung up the phone. Alana recognized that Will was a lot happier or at least his voice sounded that way. He sounded like he was a lot more comfortable with is environment and a lot more confident. She smiled to herself, wondering what it was that was causing Will to be that way.