Well...this is the first fic I've written in quite some time. *is busy scraping the rust off of my creative writing skills* I hope it's up-to-par with what you'll expect. x_x
Warnings: rated M for rampant drinking, future drug usage, and hardcore foursomes. If don't like any of the above, please turn back now~
It had been a bad day at work for William T. Spears.
No, it had been a terrible day at work. Beyond having to be around none other than the obnoxious red-headed prick himself, Grell Sutcliff, the said Shinigami landed Will with a day's worth of overtime from his shenanigans. This didn't even include the mountains of paperwork he was expected to complete by the end of the day, or the list of names he had to organize and file away in the Library.
Frankly, he was sick of this. He was done with dealing with insubordinates who ruined his day, the lower-classed reapers whom didn't seem very serious about their jobs, and his superiors who dumped piles and piles of work on his lap at any given moment. But, William had to continue reaping, and thus had to find ways to deal with the stresses that came with his job.
The only way he knew he could deal with them safely at work was to smoke. He would sit on the balcony outside his office, kick back with his legs on the railing, sitting in his leather chair, and smoke. He hid his cigarettes in a locked drawer and usually saved them for those days when he was really stressed. Thankfully, no one questioned him. That is, until…
"Wiiiiiillllllllliiaaammmmm~~"
Fuck.
Grell came prancing into William's office with a more obnoxious spring in his step than usual. God knows what he wants out of him this time.
"Williammmm, where are you, you silly~", Grell said in the cutest way possible, leaning over William's desk.
"I'm not here." William said dryly.
"Oh William! Don't be so cold to a lady!" Grell pouted while crossing the room. "Besides, what are you doing-"
Grell stopped as he arrived at the window of the balcony. William glared at him, cigarette in hand.
"Do you mind?" William flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette.
"Oh, no, not at all." Grell frowned a bit. "But I'd never imagine that you'd smoke."
"Well, how else do you expect me to deal with deviants such as yourself?" William retorted. "Anyways, what do you want? I've got even more paperwork to deal with after my break all thanks to you."
"Well," Grell huffed, "Ronald was wondering if you wanted to come with us for a drink at his place after work."
William closed his eyes and took a long drag from his cigarette, casually opening his mouth and letting the smoke pour out. "No. I'd rather never associate myself with someone such as yourself, Grell Sutcliff." He eyed the latter with an annoyed expression. "Besides, I have too much to do tonight."
"I see." Grell's face dropped a bit. "Well, if you do change your mind….you know where to find us~" He let those last few words roll off the tip of his tongue with a velvety tone and exited William's office.
"God." William rubbed his forehead in frustration, crushing the butt of his cigarette on the railing.
William turned the key in the lock to his office. Finally, the worst shift of his entire career as a Shinigami was over. He paused and glanced at his watch; two in the morning. "Looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight…" he sighed.
He walked down the hallway of the Academy and made his way across the grand foyer to freedom. He barely made it halfway to the door until he was confronted by a particular redhead and his two-toned lackey.
"Oh, what a surprise!" the redhead giggled. "We were just on our way to your office~" both Grell and Ronald snickered, swaying slightly in place.
William furrowed his brow. "Honestly, I told you I didn't want to be bothered, Grell Sutcliff."
Grell grinned like a Cheshire cat, cheeks slightly flushed. "Well~, that's too bad." Grell began to giggle again, swaying to the left and almost toppling over Ronald. Both burst into a fit of laughter.
William sighed irritably. "Really, you two need to get home before you hurt yourselves just standing in place."
"Too bad we're not leaving without you~" Ronald quipped, grinning ear-to-ear.
William frowned at him, adjusting his glasses. "Why would I ever want to go home with you two?" William snapped. Ronald and Grell smiled.
"Oh come ooonnnnn, William, dear!" Grell waved his hand. "It's just a drink! Really, you need to let yourself go onceinawhile, you're too uptight!" Grell slurred and swayed backwards a bit.
"Yeah!" Ronald squeaked. "Besides, what harm could it do-oo~?"
"Exactly!" Grell chirped. "You rarely have any fuu-uuunn~" he leaned towards William, nearly toppling over.
William grabbed Grell and pushed him into standing again. Grell and Ronald looked at each other and burst into a second fit of laughter.
William closed his eyes and thought for a moment. What harm could one drink do, anyway? After all, it was a pretty bad day…
William sighed. "Fine. I'll go with…you two." he said, reluctantly. Grell and Ronald beamed. "But for only ONE drink." Grell squealed and grabbed William's wrist, Ronald with the other. "That'll be PERFECT, dearest~", Grell purred. William cringed. "What have I gotten myself into…" he mumbled to himself.
Ronald smiled, "Nothing good, William, dear, nothing good~"