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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, teenage!Will, Shameless_Smut, porn
      with_a_minor_amount_of_plot, Anal_Sex, Virginity, Teasing, Orgasm_Delay/
      Denial, that's_just_what_detention's_like_ok, One_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-18 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3431
****** The Right Therapy ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Will doesn't want to go home anyway. Surely detention with Dr. Lecter
     won't be that bad.
Notes
     I'm a sucker for teacher/student and was in desperate need of some
     smut, ok?
     This takes place around Christmas because today's decidedly too
     freaking hot where I live.
     Not beta'd
See the end of the work for more notes
Will was one of the last students in his classroom. It was the last day before
Christmas break but unlike the others he was in no hurry to get home. With a
drunken father and an absent mother Christmas was hardly a season to be jolly
for him. Not that the rest of the year was any different. He much preferred
lingering in the empty classroom a bit longer, enjoying the silence after the
teachers and students had left the school one by one. In all honesty, he was
sad to have to leave for a week. It wasn’t that he particularly liked school,
let alone the other students, but there was something calming about sitting in
a classroom, hidden in a crowd, blending in as good as possible and watching
the teachers. Reading the body langue they so openly displayed. When he spent
enough time in a school, he could easily tell if a teacher was in a bad mood,
hadn’t slept enough, had had a fight with his spouse, had had sex the previous
night, or was simply overworked solely by the way they closed the door.
It was the same with every teacher. So readable. So predictable. Except for Dr.
Hannibal Lecter. He was Will’s psychology teacher and also the school’s
psychiatrist or ‘guidance counsellor’ how they called it, to make it sound less
like their students might have mental issues. Will had been sent to him a few
times already, but he had never actually gone. His discipline assessment didn’t
really matter to him; he’d likely be in a different school in less than a few
months again anyway.
Dr. Lecter didn’t display anything. It was usually easy for Will to read
people, but the man had given him absolutely nothing to go on. He seemed like a
robot in a person suit rather than an actual human being to the boy. It
frustrated Will equally as much as it intrigued him. He loved watching Dr.
Lecter, observing every graceful move he made during the lessons, but the
teacher didn’t make it easy for him. Whenever Will tried to steal a thorough
glance, he seemed to feel it and caught the boy’s gaze, causing him to blush
and focus on something else. That just frustrated him further. Usually teachers
didn’t look at him. Didn’t really look at any of their students, in fact. They
just stared into the class in general, without acknowledging anything, just
empty and withdrawn, reciting what they had been teaching for years without
noticing their words or surroundings anymore. Only a few young teaching
assistants actively searched eye contact. But Hannibal Lecter neither had this
empty stare nor did he search eye contact, he just always seemed to be looking
at Will, seeinghim. It excited the student as much as it intimated him.
“Mr. Graham, have you overheard the bell or do you simply prefer to spend your
holiday in this classroom?” A low voice betraying amusement startled Will and
tore him from his thoughts. He looked at the clock and then at the man at the
door and swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Lecter. I got lost in thought and must have overseen the time,”
he quickly said and began packing his stuff hastily. A folder dropped to the
floor and several sheets flew out. Before Will could pick them up, Hannibal had
stepped closer and handed them to him.
“Thanks,” Will muttered and dropped his gaze to the floor.
“Will, your last lesson ended more than three hours ago,” Dr. Lecter stated
softly. “Have you lost time like this before?”
Will frowned and stuffed the folder into his bag forcefully.
“As I said, I got lost in thought,” he hissed and tried to walk past the
Professor. Hannibal stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder and Will
automatically flinched from the touch.
“I would like to discuss this further, but since you have so far refused to
acknowledge your summons to my office I presume you don’t want to talk to me,”
Hannibal answered and let go of Will’s shoulder as the boy started squirming.
Will glared up at Hannibal and shrugged.
“I… I generally don’t want to talk to psychiatrists.”
“That is an interesting statement to hear from a fifteen-year-old. Have you had
previous experiences with psychiatrists?”
“Enough to know that therapy doesn’t work on me.”
“Therapy has too many different aspects to be generalized. Perhaps your past
encounters failed to use the right one.”
“The right one,” Will repeated disparagingly. “Sorry, but I don’t see the point
of sitting through sessions with no outcome at all in the hope of finding ‘the
right therapy’ that’s supposed to just magically fix everything.”
“What would you wish to fix, Will?”
Will glared at Hannibal and quickly averted his eyes when he met the older
man’s gaze.
“Nothing,” he huffed and took a step forward, deliberately bumping into Dr.
Lecter’s shoulder. “I’d like to go home now. Good bye, Dr. Lecter.”
Hannibal’s hand caught his arm again and pulled him back firmly.
“I don’t think so, Will. Staying in class after the school closes is against
the house policy. As you have committed a direct violation, I can keep you in
detention for up to two hours.”
Will frowned and stared at Hannibal with wide eyes that quickly narrowed
angrily.
“My father is waiting for me, sir,” he grunted and pulled his arm free. It was
a lie; chances were his father didn’t even know what day it was.
“Then I shall have to inform him of your unfortunate delay,” Hannibal answered
and reached for his briefcase, presumably to find his phone. Will knew what
would happen if his father would get a call from his school telling him Will
was in detention and quickly grabbed Dr. Lecter’s arm, pulling it away from the
briefcase.
“Please don’t,” he whimpered and pursed his lips upon having to beg. He had
always had a problem with authority.
He could feel the Professor’s gaze on him and realized he was still clutching
at the man’s arm. He quickly let go and took a step back.
“I’ll stay as long as you like, but please don’t call my father,” he muttered
through gritted teeth.
Hannibal regarded the boy for a moment longer and finally nodded slowly.
“As you wish. Would you like to retreat to my office? I believe you would be
more comfortable there,” he said and threw a look around in the plain classroom
with the hard chairs.
Will nodded, not feeling like he had much of a choice anyway and followed Dr.
Lecter through the school without saying a word until they reached the office
next to the library.
Once inside, Hannibal motioned at an armchair invitingly and sat down on the
opposite one. Will looked around for a moment, taking the office in. He had
never been here. It was bigger than he had expected and certainly more luxury.
It looked like an actual psychiatrist’s office, not just a converted classroom
or something. When he sat down, he became aware that they were the last two
people still in school; at this time even the janitor had left.
“Why are you still here?” he asked Dr. Lecter in a fit of curiosity.
“I have some work left to do. I find it easier to concentrate here than in my
study.”
“Do you live alone?” Will didn’t know where the question had come from, but it
suddenly just blurted out. He blushed and dropped his gaze. It really wasn’t an
appropriate question for a student to ask his teacher, but Dr. Lecter didn’t
seem to mind.
“I do,” he answered and stood to walk over to a drawer in the corner. “Would
you like something to drink?” he asked and revealed a bottle of water. Will
wasn’t really thirsty but nodded anyway. When the doctor handed him a glass,
Will’s fingers brushed over Hannibal’s as he reached for it. His skin began to
tickle pleasantly and his blush deepened. When the older man returned to his
seat, Will dared to look up and managed to hold eye contact for a few seconds
as he muttered:
“I’m sorry for ignoring the summonses. Why did you order me to your office
anyway?” Twice,his mind added.
“Why did you refuse to come?” Hannibal asked instead of answering. Will
furrowed his brow.
“One doesn’t answer a question with a question,” he mumbled. Hannibal smiled
mildly and crossed his legs.
“I apologize. I ordered you to my office because I believe it would be
beneficial for you to have someone to talk to. I noticed you don’t seem to be
interested in making friends.”
As if any of the other students would be interested in being his friends. Will
shrugged and let his gaze wander over the bookshelf opposite.
“I don’t easily find comfort in other people’s company,” he said instead.
“Are you comfortable now, Will?”
Will thought for a moment. As a matter of fact, he was. Something about the
office, or about Hannibal’s presence or even just the fact that he could stay
away from home a bit longer was oddly calming.
“More than I usually am,” he admitted reluctantly.
“Why do you think that is?”
“I don’t know… Maybe because I don’t feel like something bad is going to happen
any moment.”
“Is that how you usually feel?”
Will shrugged and stood up to walk over to the shelf. He ran his fingers over
the spine of one of the books thoughtfully.
“It’s easy for me to see through the eyes of someone else. Too easy. If you
know what the minds of everyone around you are like the world can be an
intimidating place. Everyone has a body in the basement of some sort. I don’t
want to be the one pointing a flashlight at it but I can’t really control it,”
he said and licked his lips. He turned around to see Hannibal watching him from
his chair.
“Should I be grateful you don’t seem to be pointing your flashlight at me?” he
asked slightly amused.
“It’s not like I haven’t tried,” Will admitted. “But wherever your body is,
you’ve found a better hiding place than the basement,” he added with a small
smirk.
Hannibal smiled and stood up, straightening his suit out as he did. He slowly
walked closer and came to a stop next to the boy whose attention was on the
books again.
“A seeker can easily abscond from being found himself,” he murmured, watching
the way Will’s eyes lit up when he saw a book he recognized. “Where is your
body hidden, Will?”
“Which one?” Will answered sarcastically and darted a side glance at Hannibal.
Hannibal’s lips tugged into a smile and Will dropped his gaze again. The doctor
cleared his throat and took another step closer to Will, their arms momentarily
touching.
“What has you so averse to going home?” Hannibal then asked. When Will looked
up at him surprised he added: “You stayed in an empty classroom for three hours
and weren’t entirely opposed to staying for two more.”
“There’s just nothing at home I couldn’t do without. And I wasopposed to
detention.”
“I’ll stay as long as you like,is that not what you said? Surely there was more
reason to that statement than the urgency of stopping me from calling your
father.”
Will pursed his lips and shrugged again. He reached out to take ‘As I lay
dying’by William Faulkner from the shelf. He looked up and realized how big the
bookshelf was.
“Have you read all these?” he asked and motioned at the shelf. Hannibal went
with it instead of asking further questions and nodded.
“Some of them only once, a lot longer ago than I would like, I’m afraid,” he
said thoughtfully. “Do you enjoy reading, Will?”
The boy nodded and opened the book he was holding.
“I read this last summer, when we were still living in Louisiana,” he mused and
ran his index finger across the first page.
Hannibal furrowed his brow.
“William Faulkner is a rather heavy choice of reading material for a boy this
young,” he remarked.
Will shrugged again, not really knowing how else to react.
“Albeit not surprising, considering your intelligence is certainly above your
age,” Hannibal added. Will blushed and dropped his gaze.
“I just don’t have much else to do. I doubt it has to do with intelligence,” he
told the floor. When he felt a strong, warm palm underneath his chin, tilting
his head up, he startled and almost gasped.
“I feel compelled to disagree,” Hannibal said, not removing his hand.
Will stared up at the man, suddenly unable to look away. His mind wasn’t really
functioning as his body leaned forward and forced his lips against Hannibal’s.
Will had to stand on tiptoe in order to reach the doctor’s lips, and in the
split of a second, as soon as he realized what he was doing, he pulled back and
his heels landed on the floor with a loud thump. Hannibal dropped his hand and
Will’s face etiolated as he took a step backwards.
“I-“ he was about to stutter an apology, even though he wasn’t sure there were
even words that would fit this situation, but he was cut off as strong hands
suddenly grasped his hips. The next moment, he was being shoved against the
bookshelf roughly, and demanding lips devoured his, coaxing his own to part.
When a thick, hot tongue slipped into his mouth, Will woke from his reverie and
hesitantly brought his arms up to put them around Hannibal’s neck. He began
responding to the kiss and pressed his own tongue against Hannibal’s
uncertainly. He had never kissed anyone like this; he had no idea what he was
supposed to do or what was even happening, but it felt incredibly good. The
doctor slid one hand into Will’s hair and tugged until the boy’s throat was
exposed. He bent down and traced Will’s jugular with his tongue and he felt him
clutching at his shirt with more urgency. The hesitant, small hands now pulled
Hannibal closer and with a smile, he began sucking at the crook of Will’s neck,
feeling a jolt as the boy moaned. He straightened his back and easily lifted
Will up, who immediately wrapped his legs around Hannibal’s hips out of reflex.
The movement caused the outline of Will’s already half-hard cock to press
against the older man’s lower abdomen. The boy moaned again and his eyes
slipped closed as Hannibal leaned in to find his lips again. Will returned the
kiss as well as he could and broke it moments later with a loud gasp as the
older man rolled his hips and created the most exquisite friction for a moment.
Will immediately started grinding against Hannibal shamelessly, searching and
finding that friction again. His cheeks were beautifully flushed and every
second breath was either a moan or a gasp while Hannibal returned to the boy’s
neck, peppering it with kisses and gentle bites.
“Please…” Will breathed after a while, not sure what he was asking for.
“Please what, Will?” Hannibal asked and bit down on the other’s earlobe. Will
gasped and pressed his groin against Hannibal’s firm body again.
“Please touch me,” he moaned and tightened his arms around the older man’s
neck. Hannibal gladly complied and pinned the boy against the shelf harder, so
he could move his hands away from his sides. He ran one of them over Will’s
chest, feeling a nipple through the fabric and rubbing it in circles until the
boy trembled, while he reached for his belt with the other hand. Before he
worked it open, he slid the hand directly between them and palmed Will through
his pants, delighted to find him rock-hard now. He opened the boy’s trousers
and slid one arm around Will’s waist to hold him while he tucked them down,
shortly followed by his underwear. When his length jumped free, Will pressed
his eyes shut and strangled a curse as Hannibal wrapped his hand around it and
squeezed tightly before he started stroking in a slow pace. Will dropped his
head to the older man’s shoulder and muffled his moans in the fabric of the
pristine suit as Hannibal expertly coaxed him to the brink and pulled him back
in the last moment again and again. After he had denied Will his orgasm for the
third time, the boy gave a frustrated, pained scream and untangled his legs
from Hannibal to stand on his own, still caught tightly between the bookshelf
and the other man.
“Please,” he whimpered again as Hannibal continued to stroke. “Please, I
need...please,” he stammered and bucked his hips up against Hannibal’s hand.
The doctor kissed him deeply until Will had to push him away and gasp for air.
“Not like this, Will,” Hannibal murmured and pulled the boy to one of the
armchairs, sitting down and settling Will across his lap, knees on either side
of the doctor’s thighs.
He reached behind him, his hand feeling for the small bottle of hand soap on
the drawer and squeezed a fair amount into his palm as he found it. The boy
eyed him warily, watching as he rubbed the slick between his fingers but he
remained where he was, thighs spread and waiting. When Hannibal moved a finger
between his cheeks, Will gasped and started squirming, but the doctor shushed
him with a kiss.
“I need you to relax for me now, Will,” he purred against the boy’s lips and
pushed one finger in, slightly shuddering at the sound Will made. It took a
while for him to get used to the foreign feeling, but by the time Hannibal
added a second finger, he was pushing back eagerly, small moans falling from
his lips that gained volume when Hannibal curled his fingers. The doctor rubbed
around Will’s prostate for a while, hardly bearing to take in the sight of the
boy, cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, features drenched in pleasure and wanton.
Will was constantly leaking against both their chests, ruining his shirt and
Hannibal’s suit but neither of them cared at the moment. Hannibal pushed a
third finger in and moved all three back and forth a few times for good
measure, until he pulled out and reached for his own belt, finally freeing his
erection and smiling at the way Will openly stared down at him. Without being
told what to do, the boy curled his hand around the base of the doctor’s cock
and slowly guided it to his hole. He looked at Hannibal, uncertain, maybe
afraid but the older man ran a hand through Will’s hair reassuringly,
calmingly, and the boy lowered himself, taking Hannibal in inch by inch. Once
he was settled he stilled for a moment and clenched his jaw.
“It hurts,” he muttered and closed his eyes. Hannibal pulled him against his
chest and kissed him slowly, soothingly while he began moving carefully. Will
whimpered into his mouth and Hannibal stroked over the boy’s back tenderly.
“Shh, it’s ok, Will. Good boy,” he murmured and kissed him again, trying to
distract him from the momentary pain. He fell into a very slow pace until the
whimpers gradually turned into gasps and then into moans. Will dragged his lips
down Hannibal’s jawline and after he while he breathed into his ear:
“It’s…it’s fine. You can go faster”
Hannibal picked up speed and allowed his previously shallow thrusts to become
deeper. Will buried his face in the crook of the older man’s neck and nibbled
at his skin. Suddenly, Hannibal hit his prostate and the boy threw his head
back and cried out, his orgasm rushing over him hard as the deep thrust pushed
him over the edge he had been stumbling along for far too long due to
Hannibal’s teasing.  Hannibal felt Will clenching around him and watched the
fascinating display as the boy on top of him came apart. He pushed into Will
harder and more urgently now, skin slamming against skin as he fucked the boy
with abandon. Will was clutching at Hannibal’s arms, breathing heavily and
completely overwhelmed with sensations, as the doctor came too, buried deep
inside Will. He carefully pulled out and settled the panting boy against his
chest, holding him and stroking his back in small circles. Will lifted his head
and pressed his lips to Hannibal’s, whispering against his mouth:
“I think we found the right therapy.”
 
 
 
 
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