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Chris didn’t do the summer reading.
Why would he? FAE 200 was barely a gen ed in his course schedule, which meant easy tests and even easier homework. He planned on sitting in the back of the huge lecture hall, blending in with the hundreds of other students, and getting an easy A.
The professor looked like a pushover too--tall, even for an elf, and thin. His robes were stuffy and academic, covering him from his neck down to his ankles, and he glided along with an in-human grace, barely even bobbing with each step. His long, pointed ears extended over the top of his head, his straight silver hair falling on either side, and they twitched in irritation as he settled in front of the desk at the front of the lecture hall and turned to observe the clamoring crowd of students.
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Chris Marshall didn't mean to come to such a diverse university and isn't used to being the only human in a class full of fantasy races. His learning curve becomes much steeper than he anticipated when his first Elven teacher curses a fleshlight to connect to his ass without his knowledge, sharing it with the rest of the faculty and teaching him the hard way how important it is to be open minded.
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When Hannibal met Will Graham (the man who had, three years prior, been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper), he expected amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter in the back of his throat but achingly sweet on the tongue. He knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would consume him.
And Hannibal would consume Will right back.
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