Will shut the door of his car and walked up the steps towards the office of the Vice President of the school. Fredrick Chilton was probably one of the most sinister men on campus. He made sure the school was running at tip-top shape. He knew almost everything about everyone. Freddie had done an article about him placing cameras into the classrooms to make sure he knew everything going on with this employees. However, he never went through with it.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. His secretary, Able Gideon, was busy filing papers. He glanced over at Will and told him to wait for a moment. Will sat down on the chairs that were vacant. He had taken some medication before he had arrived. He was sure that he would suffer some sort of attack because of the meeting.

Hannibal walked out from the inside Chilton's office. Will stood up and the two met eyes for an instant. Chilton was in back of Hannibal and invited Will into his office. Dr. Lecter left the building.

Will sat across of Chilton, he remained calm and had the best poker face that he could possibly make. Chilton sat down and took out Will's school file as if to intimidate the other with the information he had on him. However, Will knew that there was nothing of importance in that file. Nothing Will wanted to hide.

"You're a very excellent student Will." Fredrick said, "Why have you not applied to run for president or join a club is my question."

"I have not got around to it."

"Well, you sure have got around though." Fredrick chuckled, "Tell me about your relationship with Dr. Lecter."

"It's a relationship." Will said.

"So, these photographs are obviously photoshopped?"

"No." Will glared a little, "Hannibal Lecter and I are in a relationship outside of a teacher-student setting, however Dr. Lecter is not biased in the classroom. Those grades are hard earned."

"So, it seems." Fredrick said, "Tell me why you did not pass the course last year?"

"It was difficult."

"The course or Dr. Lecter?"

"The course."

"If it was so difficult why are you passing now?" Fredrick pulled out a piece of paper, "And at one hundred percent I might add." Will sighed and knew what Fredrick was implying.

"Dr. Chilton-!"

"Now, Mr. Graham, I do not break school policy for one student, even if they're interesting as you are." Fredrick explained, "So, your grade will be voided from Dr. Lecter's class and you will not be able to take any other course."

"The grades are not biased!"

"Sure seems that way." Fredrick said, "Now if you're upset and would like to transfer, I would be happy to write you a recommendation."

Will stormed out of the office without looking back. He walked down the steps of the building trying to get a hold of his rage. He got inside of the car and slammed the door closed. He turned on his car, the AC blasted on. Will tried to think of a way out or something he could do, but it was true, he could not do a thing.

Will walked down the hallway, only to hear whispers and murmurs among everyone. He ignored most of it. Some of the things that they would whisper, did bother Will, but it was mostly along the lines of, "If sex with Dr. Lecter will get me an A then, I'll go sleep with him." These kinds of comments bothered Will.

He reached his classroom and went into the class. He would have to skip Hannibal's class, which was right after the one he was in at the moment. The instructor had not come in yet, so the class was pretty quiet and empty, which was pretty normal.

Soon enough, a group of the college's sports team members came into the classroom. Will disliked them for their overly confident and pretentious attitude towards the entire student population. Some of them tortured Will as well, because of that stupid video that was put up on the internet when he was in high school.

"Hey, Will!" One of them called, "Is it true you sucked Dr. Lecter's dick?" Will paid no attention to their gestures or their name calling, "Hey, do you suck all of your professor's dicks? Is that why you're a straight A student?" They tapped Will's shoulder and one of them even pulled the book Will had underneath him.

"No, I'm an A straight student because they have lowered the standards in education for struggling students like yourself."

The students turned around the moment the words left Will's mouth. The others starred at the one that had been harassing Will and watched to see if he would do anything. Will turned and grabbed his book from the man who had grabbed it and left the classroom. He was no longer going to bother with other people's trivial bullying.

Hannibal knocked on Will's door. Will opened the door and let the older man inside. His dogs—that were outside—began to bark to be let in, in hope of there being treats. Will went to the kitchen to finish drinking the mug of tea he had made himself. He felt like he needed to calm down before talking this over with Hannibal.

"I heard what happened today from some of my students." Hannibal said, "Then, some proceeded to drop my course."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Hannibal responded, "It means fewer papers to grade." Will smiled slightly; he couldn't bring himself to be indulged completely by Hannibal's words. He turned to Hannibal and he embraced the other in a tight hug.

"I'm transferring to a university closer to my hometown…" Will mumbled into Hannibal's chest, "It's the only way I can get my degree…"

"Will…"

"I don't want to leave, but this is proving to be difficult." Will explained. Hannibal kissed the top of Will's head and stroked light circles on his back.

"I'll help you start looking for options."

Life was dull for Will at the moment. He began to live with his father again, which was very awkward for both of them. Will and his father never met eye to eye. His father would have liked it if Will would have stayed back and helped him repair motors, but Will never enjoyed his father's company.

The atmosphere at his new university was different as well. There were still pretentious asses that would try and copy off of Will's homework or tests, but Will paid no attention to them. He had to retake the classes he had originally taken with Hannibal. His semester was full of psychology courses.

He was still the same straight "A" student and he no longer had a social life. His life now consisted of watching Breaking Bad on television with TV dinners and reading his psychology books for fun. He really did not need to. He knew everything that was going on in his courses. That was the disadvantage of being in a public university.

His psychology professor, Matthew Brow, which was not that much older than Will snapped him out of his depressing daydream by asking him a question. Will answered without a second thought and Brown praised him. The rest of the students mumbled curses under his breath.

At the end of the class, the professor asked to see Will in his office. As much as Will hated to hear that sentence, he knew he was obligated to go. Alana was still paying his college tuition, which only meant that he had to comply. He went to his next class and after went to Professor Brown's office.

"Come on in, Mr. Graham." Will felt a shiver run down his spine. His memories playing tricks on him and recalling the way Hannibal would curve his accent with Will's name, only to make it sound foreign and royal.

"What did you want to speak to me, Professor Brown?" Will asked sitting in front of his desk. Matthew closed the door and sat in front of him promptly, "I am sure that I am doing-!"

"You're doing amazing in my class." He stated with a sly smile to his face. He put down the pen in his hand and leaned back into his chair, "You're all the talk around the university staff." Will fidgeted a bit on the chair he was sitting, "We all know under what circumstances you're here in the university… it's hard to miss with Dr. Lecter's impeccable record."

"He has nothing to do with it."

"Wow, amazing… even after you left the university you're still defending him." He laughed and leaned forward on his desk, "Tell you what… you're kind of cute… and I know you hate coming to class… so, you'll get your perfect grade if you grant me this…" He leaned in closer, but Will moved back, "It's a win-win situation and I'm amazing in bed."

"You're sick." Will said. He grabbed his backpack from the floor and made his way to the door, however Matthew pushed him towards the wall before Will could reach it.

Will dropped his backpack and Matthew had his wrists pinned. Will tried to push the other off, but found himself weak. He did not know where the sudden vulnerability arose from. Brown leaned in close and placed his tainted lips on top of Will's. Will's eyes widened and he bit at the professor's lips.

Matthew pulled away and smirked at Will. The sudden roughness and denial from Will made his emotions rock like waves crashing onto an innocent reef. A slight exposure of skin on Will's neck made Brown close into him and suck the sweet scented skin.

Will could not allow for it to go on any longer and as if some kind of program that had been implanted onto his brain made him lift his knee with a quick motion and crash onto Brown's stomach. The professor let Will go and gasped at the sudden hit. Will grabbed his backpack and ran out of the cramped space of the office.

His heart raced in his chest. Will ran out of the building, crashing into a woman near the entrance. As the woman insulted him, Will drowned out his surroundings. His head spun, his ears heard no sound, and his body shook. He ran to the parking lot, thinking that maybe Brown might pursue him in a chase.

When he reached the automobile, he cried once more. He hated himself, Professor Brown, life, and God. He had never had something like that happen to him before, the action left him startled and weak. He tried to get ahold of himself before driving off home. He thought about going to the college police. But if Brown knew about his affair with Hannibal, then the entire university did as well. Who was he to tell the cops that Brown tried something with him?

He reached home to find it empty. His father was not home, much to his relief. Will pulled out his leftovers from the night before and heated them in the microwave. His hands shook as he placed the container into the microwave—thoughts still on what had happened before.

Once his food was heated, he went to his bedroom. He placed the container on his nightstand and he sat on his bed. He pulled out his cellphone and looked through his contacts, however the only person he wanted to call, was Hannibal.

He did not want to be a bother to him though; with a careful flick of his wrist he pushed the cellphone away from himself. He held his knees close to his chest, like an infant trying to feel the heartbeat of his mother. He blamed himself.

Hannibal called Will because he missed the boy. He never thought he would miss someone, so much as he was. However, Will was different. Underneath, his morality and such, Will understood Hannibal's predatory instinct and disgust towards the rudeness of humanity. He thought of Will's warmth and gentle caresses as the phone rang on the other end; on the third ring Will answered the phone.

"H-hello?" Will answered.

"Hello, Will." Hannibal answered back. Will's voice was tender along Hannibal's ear, even if the boy stuttered as he answered (or was half asleep by the tone) it was enough to make Hannibal, "Am I interrupting something?"

"N-no, I was… um…" The sound of Will's voice made it hard to believe him, "I was eating…" He lied, "It's nothing, compared to what you make." Hannibal chuckled at his honesty and compliment.

"You sound distressed… Tell me, Will." Hannibal answered. He could hear Will rustling through the sheets of his bed, he could picture the other squirming in his bed when they would get inimate. The sounds of his whimpers and cries; Hannibal tried to stop himself from thinking these things, while on the phone with Will.

"The psychology professor… he tries to make a pass at me." Will answered.

"And this upset you?"

"No… it's just… it reminded me of you… so…" Will lied. However, Hannibal was unaware of it.

"Will, would you like me to go visit you?"

"N-no! You have classes to teach and everyone will start to talk again-!"

"I think it's a good idea." Hannibal said, "It'll show that you and I are in a serious relationship and you did not sleep with me for a grade."

Will hesitated to answer, but to be truthful, he really did want Hannibal to come to him. He missed the older man. Hannibal missed Will as well. There was a silence in the phone, the only thing heard was a bit of static on the phone line, but Will took a deep breath to break the silence.

"If you're not too busy…" Will almost whispered, "I would like you to come and visit me."

"Of course," Hannibal smiled, "I'm at the end of a chapter in my classes, and maybe I'll be able to visit you by the end of this week."

"Okay." Will glanced to his door, since he heard the front door open and close, "I hope you don't mind, but I maybe we should get a room at a hotel… my father, might not be too keen on having guests over."

"Of course." Hannibal agreed, "Whatever you're most comfortable with."

The feeling Will had in that moment was warm. He was glad Hannibal let him run at his own pace and not push him into something that he did not want. The two spoke a little more, but because of Hannibal's work schedule, he had to leave Will. Will hung up the phone, feeling a little better for himself.