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Dr. Lecter was on his way to his classroom Monday morning when a cacophony of shouts stopped him. He rounded the corner of the hall and was met with a sight that infuriated him, but as a teacher he could not exactly take action in the way he wanted to then.
Will Graham, his favorite student in all of Baltimore High, was being shoved harshly against a row of lockers. The group of boys harassing him were also verbally taunting him. "Will 'the twink' Graham!" They teased. They pulled up the boy's shirt, revealing the most beautiful torso Hannibal had ever seen. His skin was unblemished, a rich pale, soft but lean. "Hey look, the faggot even wears twink underwear!" A gruff boy named Garrett shouted.
Dr. Lecter let his eyes travel down; Will wore light blue faded jeans, and riding above his waist line, thin pale, yellow underwear loosely gripped his hips. He judged that they were boxers, but he guessed they were very short, probably leaving some areas to show. The creases a few inches below the pocket line of Will's jeans confirmed his theory.
"So you like cock sucking?" An always particularly loud boy, Abel, asked menacingly. Suddenly a series of blows by fists with ringed fingers plowed into Will's stomach and ribs. Hannibal's eyes, burning with fury, went to Will's face, wet with old tears and pouring with new.
"That is enough!" Lecter's voice boomed through the hall, immediately halting the boy's actions. "Come, Will." Hannibal told the boy who gathered his things off of the floor with a cringe. "I will deal with you boys later." Doctor Lecter nearly growled, causing the group to run off.
Their particular school system did nothing to even really stop bullying, Doctor Lecter knew he would have to deal with them himself. But for now, he led Will to his classroom and shut the door.
He walked Will to his large oak desk and let the boy sit on it, something he would never allow, his only exception: Will. It was the boy's 11th grade year, and Doctor Lecter had grown quite close and fond of his student. They had been spending their lunches together, talking and helping Will work through his anxieties, but lately their time together felt more and more like a friendship. Everyday after they were done, they hugged without question before Will scurried to his last class of the day.
He knew the boy had feelings for him, and he did to Will, also. Though he had never viewed Will as a twink, but now that he thinks about it, Will Graham did carry a certain look. He shook the thoughts away to tend to Will.
"Will? Will, I need you to look at me." Eye contact with his teacher had become easier.
"I need to look at where they hit you, dear, please lift up your shirt." Hannibal told him softly. A blush spread across Will's flushed face, whether from Doctor Lecter calling him dear, or having to lift up his shirt was unknown.
"Please?" Doctor Lecter asked again, his voice barely above a whisper, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe away Will's tears.
Will looked down, his face blushing as he slowly pulled up his white t shirt.
Doctor Lecter had to bite his tongue seeing Will's beautiful body so abused. The only person to ever cause Will bruising should be him, and even then they'd be born of pleasure.
Hannibal carefully touched Will's sides, feeling for any broken ribs, relieved everything was okay, other than the bruising and soreness Will was feeling. Will dropped his arms as his teacher-friend checked his ribs. Dr. Lecter kept one hand holding Will's shirt up, just below his nipple line, as his warm hand gently pressed around bruises, earning winces from Will. Hannibal rubbed small circles around the bruises, making Will shiver. They bothe knew it wasn't just from the cold.
"Why were those boys saying those things?" Hannibal asked softly. Will looked down, his face bright red. Hannibal kept Will's shirt up as he lifted the boy's face with his other hand. Will's eyes watered again, and Hannibal patiently wiped them away with long slender, manicured fingers. "Will, please, you know I won't judge you for anything." It was true, Doctor Lecter had only been accepting of him.
A broken sob escaped Will's mouth when he darted his eyes to his notebook. Hannibal cocked his head, Will still keeping his head down. Hannibal still kept his shirt held up as he flipped open the boy's notebook. He knew this was Will's personal notebook, had seen him with a pencil to it during spare time in their lunches occasionally.
The image on the crumpled page (credit to the boys' abuse) made Hannibal hold his breath for just a millisecond.
It was a rough sketch, but it depicted a man with his head thrown back, skewing his face, the hair messy, dressed in the same clothes as Hannibal, his suit crumpled, the hands resting against the end of a bed. His pants were unzipped, and a thick cock hung out. Not much could be seen of it, due to the mop of dark curls; a naked scrawny form, that looked a lot like Will, tied up with rope, his cock, not very big, but not small, bobbing out. The person that appeared to be Will sat on his knees with his mouth open, receiving the cock that jutted out of the pants in his gaping mouth.
Hannibal's hand stilled on Will's bare torso. Suddenly the first morning bell rang. Hannibal turned back to Will, eyebrows raised, and mouth slightly agape at Will's drawing. Before Hannibal could say anything, Will grabbed his notebook, his backpack, then ran out of the classroom, his shirt falling back just in time before a student entered the class; Hannibal quickly turning before the tent in his pants was seen. He wanted to chase after the boy whose blush burned all the way to his ears and neck, but he knew Will may need some time to himself, and to be honest, Hannibal needed a minute.
Doctor Lecter assigned pages from the History text book while he took some calming breaths, willing his erection to go down.
He thought through the class what to do. He eventually decided on not letting such a perfect opportunity slip through his hands; he would reward his William for his delicious fantasies, but not without teasing young Will, flirt with the boy for a while, but eventually, he would see to it that Will would be a blushing, begging mess in his hands.
With his plan in mind, he couldn't help but be disappointed when Will didn't show up for his class or lunch today, as well as the next two days.