It was a new semester and a new set of classes. The school department had given Hannibal a whole new class opening and would no longer teach Psych 232. He would teach the second year and would have an elective class for those interested in pursuing a psychological career. Will made sure to get into that class—The Analization of Criminal Psychology—a mixture of things that Will enjoyed.
He only had another year before he could graduate, which made Will excited and upset. This meant that he had to start looking for a job when he graduated, which only meant he would have to look elsewhere or maybe look for a job in the university. He did have a good relationship with the professors in the university for a recommendation and his grades were excellent.
The first couple of weeks the university were always full. Students would only go to class to see if they were actually enrolled and later into the semester no longer attend until finals or midterms. Will felt his phone buzz in his pocket as he crossed the parking lot to enter class. It was Alana.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Will. I wanted to let you know that I would like to visit you this week. You mentioned having a boyfriend now and I would really like to meet him and see you, of course."
Will had almost forgotten he had mentioned that to Alana. He had only seen her for about an hour before she left for her flight at the end of his Christmas break. She had to make it back home for her own work. Will had discussed it to Hannibal before and he said it was fine to mention it to the people Will knew he could trust. Hannibal respected his judgment of friends.
"Um… sure, when would you come by?"
"Does Friday… seven, sound okay?" Alana asked.
"Yes, that sounds fine." Will agreed as he entered the building.
"Okay, I'll meet you at the restaurant in the plaza, I'll get there earlier, so that I have a table waiting for us." Alana said.
"Oh, you don't really need to, I know someone in the restaurant." Will said, "I'll call with a reservation."
"Alright…" Alana chuckled, "This boy must be something."
"Why's that?"
"You sound happier."
Alana said goodbye and left Will blushing in the middle of the hallway. He entered his class. He only had to take three classes for the semester, which were the only ones that were offered. One of those was Hannibal's class, a speech class, and a history class. He entered his history class at the time, but his mind was thinking of the class he had in two hours. Hannibal's.
The end of the day was really the best. Three classes from Monday to Wednesday from 8 am to four pm; it was an easy schedule and made Will have time for other things. Will knocked on the door of Hannibal's office before entering. Hannibal was sketching.
"How were your classes?" Hannibal smiled as Will made his way towards him and kissed the side of his mouth. Hannibal kept on sketching.
"I loved your class." Will chuckled.
"I'm sure you did." Hannibal responded. Will sat lightly at the side of Hannibal's desk. He glanced over at the sketch. The body looking oddly familiar, "Are you going to stay over tonight?"
"No, I need to get home and search up all the books I will be wasting money on this semester." Will shrugged with a heavy sigh, "What are you sketching?"
"You." Hannibal turned to look at Will.
"You should start an art class too." Will smiled and tried to get in between Hannibal and the desk. Hannibal pushed himself away from the desk and let Will sit in Hannibal's lap. He faced Hannibal as Hannibal wrapped his hands around Will's waist.
"I would love to have you model."
"Just for you?"
"Exhibiting you to other would seem just." Hannibal kissed Will's lips. Will rolled his hips slightly; Hannibal let a whispered moan and kissed Will. His lips placed carefully onto Will. Will's hands made their way to Hannibal's pants and he rubbed them onto his bulge.
"Do you really want to do it here?"
"Seems just." Will mocked and began to unbuckle Hannibal's pants.
Hannibal lifted Will up off of his lap and sat him on his desk. The sketch underneath him no longer a priority or issue. Will was able to unbuckle Hannibal's slacks and pulled them enough to get to Hannibal's cock.
His hand stroking the cock slowly to get the older man hard. They kissed passionately. Their breaths hardening along with their groins. All thoughts and rationality flying out of their minds because they wanted to get lost in each other's scent. Hannibal pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two.
Will smirked and pushed Hannibal onto the plush chair. Lecter fell onto the chair—voluntarily—and let Will proceed with what he wanted. Will kneeled in front of his professor and took the man's cock into his mouth. Hannibal let out a groan, throwing his head back onto the chair and his hands sleeking their way into Will's curls.
God, he loved the feeling of Will's mouth on his tender flesh. He moved his hips into Will's mouth a little; not enough to gag the other, but enough to bring another sensation run through his body. Will pulled away with a pop at the head and licked the precum dripping down the shaft.
"You're dirty, Will." Hannibal breathed as Will sucked on his balls. He shrugged and fluttered his eyelashes at him wanting to play off as a—innocent—student he was not.
"Are you going to let me suck you off?" Will pulled away, "Do you want me to make you cum with my mouth?"
Hannibal tugged lightly on Will's hair. The dirty talk provoking a lot more pleasure than what he anticipated. However, he was not going to let Will take charge of the situation. He pushed the other off of him and laid him on his desk. His back on the papers and files Hannibal had.
He pulled Will's pants and underwear to the younger man's ankles. His cock bouncing up and crashing onto his abdomen. Hannibal pulled two condoms out of the bottom drawer of his desk. Will watched as he unwrapped one and placed it on Will's cock. The friction Hannibal created with the latex and Will's aching cock made the other gasp.
Hannibal placed a finger inside of Will's awaiting hole—the lube from the condom made it enough for his fingers. Will closed his eyes tightly and bit into his index finger. Hannibal chuckled at the way that Will was trying to quiet himself down. He placed the second finger in and scissored Will's entrance. The younger man bit harder into his finger, but refrained from making any loud noises.
"No matter how many times I fuck you, you're always so tight." Hannibal grinned.
Will's eyes full of tears now. Hannibal pulled a small bottle of lube and placed it on Will's entrance. He made sure he did not drip any on the floor or his own desk. He ripped the foil of the condom and unrolled it on his dick. He gave himself a couple of strokes before pushing against Will's entrance.
Hannibal gripped the edge of the desk as Will wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around Hannibal's neck. Their bodies pulled in close. Will gasped against Hannibal's ear. The smell of his breath sweet and tender. Will let out small moans against Hannibal's neck. He kissed him a couple times, before sinking his teeth into him.
Hannibal groaned and pumped into Will hard. Will bringing the man closer into him. He rolled his hips slightly at the friction between the two. Hannibal began to lose himself in Will's scent and movement. He lost focus on his own movements and had Will moving himself awkwardly against Hannibal's shaft.
Hannibal kissed Will's lips—making sure he left them red and swollen. He bit at the younger man's lips, reminding him to keep his place. He pulled away and sucked on Will's neck. The most sensitive part between the two. Will moaned as Hannibal resumed his thrusting. He sped up, his climax becoming more and more apparent.
"Oh, please…" Will whispered, "Make me cum… make me cum, daddy."
The sweet words making Hannibal lose control of himself as he came into the latex wrapped around his dick, but not stopping his movements. He wrapped his fingers against Will's cock and gave him a couple pumps. He did not stop pumping into his as well. Will came into the condom as well.
He bit as Hannibal's clothed shoulder as hard as he could—unknowing if he would make the other bleed or not. Hannibal groaned into Will's shoulder at the bite. The two tried to come down from their high as quick as they could because rational and conscious on where they were became important.
"Oh my god… oh my god…" Will gasped as Hannibal pulled out of him. Will unwrapped his legs, but held onto Hannibal.
"Next time make sure to lock the door." Hannibal breathed, "Anyone could have walked in."
Will nodded and pulled away from Hannibal. The sleepiness he usually got after sex kicking in. Hannibal took off the condom and tied it. He did the same for Will and threw it into the bin, making sure it was the furthest thing away from the surface.
"I will visit you tonight, Will." Hannibal pulled Will's underwear as far as he could, "I want to continue this and meet it until the end." Will smiled and got off of the desk.
"Of course."
Will helped Hannibal clean as much as he could. The sketch he had been doing ruined and there were graphite marks on Will's ass. They said their goodbyes and Will left the building. Hannibal had to take some paperwork to the admission's office. Will got to this car with a glow to him. The smile plastered on his face began to fade away when he noticed a red envelope on his windshield wipers.
His heart halted the moment he opened the envelope. He went inside of his car with the envelope clutched to his chest. The reason for his distress was the photographs inside of the envelope; they were photographs of himself and Hannibal.
Hannibal walked up the steps of Will's house. He knocked on the door lightly—this time Will did not make him wait at all. The moment Will opened the door, he embraced Hannibal in a tight hug. Hannibal held him, knowing that there was something wrong. Will pulled away and took his hand. They went inside of the house. Winston the first to greet his friend, Hannibal. Hannibal ruffled the dog's fur and followed the distressed Will into the kitchen.
"Is something the matter?" Hannibal asked. Will gave Hannibal the red envelope. Hannibal took the envelope and looked through the photographs.
"I did not place a camera in the bedroom… I haven't even taken a photograph of us together." Will bit the inside of his cheek. His hands shaking and his body perspiring. He took a pill from the containers on the kitchen counter.
"Do you know who might have taken these? It was before we went on Christmas break and someone who knew about us in the parade."
"There were more people there, it could have been anyone." Will wiped his forehead. Hannibal moved next to him and took him into his arms. His hands petting the younger man's head.
"Don't worry, we will fix this."
"They could leak the photographs to the university." Will whispered, "I would have to transfer… your career would be ruined."
"I don't think it would be ruined…" Hannibal chuckled, "Just interrogated."
"Interrogation is the reason how many get the death sentence." Will mumbled into his professor's chest. Hannibal kissed the younger man's head.
"I won't let that happen."
When Will woke up in the morning, Hannibal was no longer in bed. He checked his cellphone—three missed calls and 13 text messages. Three of the texts were from Alana, five from Beverly, and the remaining from Abigail. The missed calls from Alana. Will groaned and stretched as he sat up.
Yesterday, seemed like a massive headache waiting to happen; as he brushed the kinks out of his hair and brushed his teeth he thought about what Hannibal would do about the situation. His head thought of different ways to get out of the situation as well.
His morality and ethics no longer in question. Ever since the "accidental death" of Tobias Budge, he found it easy to comprehend certain situations. Things like mutilation and killing no longer became a question of why or what.
The first days of the incident, Will had nightmares, night sweats, he was depressed a little, and he was no longer as passionate in the relationship. However, Hannibal assisted him a lot. Hannibal made so that the situation was looked in a different light. He made it so Will would not feel guilty and made it just.
Now, Will no longer questioned it and murder seemed like a justification to rudeness; such as the photographer who took the photographs. He opened the door of his bedroom and went to the kitchen. He prepared his coffee and decided to check his cellphone.
The text messages all about the same thing: a link to a website, a question on why, and a panic to wake up and respond. Will's heart stopped. He went to his computer and pulled up the website. The site was Freddie Lounds' journaling site. The dreaded site that would post rumors about students. Except this time, it was not a rumor.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I expressed my pet peeve about people not attending class except for the first week quite clear here. Ugh! Reviews bring me happiness so please do so!