Author note: I know i should be finishing Living on a Prayer and Blame the Writer, but I've been watching/reading Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) and it sort of took over my brain.
Warning: Sex, violence, masochism, bondage, good lord, it's GRELL, that deserves a warning all it's own!
Pair: Grell Sutcliff and William Spears
Disclaimer: I'm not 100% sure who owns Kuroshitsuji, but it sure as hell ain't me!

Grell Sutcliff couldn't help but shiver as the cold metal of William T. Spears' deathscythe ran across his throat. Once again hauled into the office, Grell had expected a shouting match, but not this – being threatened with something that could permanently hurt him. The only thought that went through his mind was 'oh god, not the face, not the face'. The crimson shinigami would take any punishment he was assigned, just so long as his face was left intact. His supervisor leant in until Grell could fell the hot breath against his cheek.

"I have had enough of you and your antics, Sutcliff." Will hissed, pressing the scythe a little harder, until the pale skin yielded and a tiny trickle of blood crept down Grell's neckline. The redhead forced himself to hold still. He'd never seen Will this angry. Even after the Jack the Ripper incident, he'd been punished as usual, by an icy calm superior. Now, the same man was threatening him with a blade.

"William, I'm sorry." He whimpered, trying to look as repentant as possible. "I…I didn't know…"

"Liar!" Will spat, but he withdrew the scythe. He backed off and dropped into his desk chair. The disappointed look he gave Grell was almost as bad as the physical violence. "How could you not have known? How could you not have noticed?" Grell approached tentatively, and knelt besides his coworker.

"Will, I swear to you. I had no idea you felt that way about it." Will gave a bitter chuckle.

"If you had have known, would it have changed anything? No." he cut Grell off before he could respond. "You'd have still gone after Michaelis. I'm not stupid, or blind. You're easily turned. You always were. Damn me for thinking I could ever be enough for you." the redhead looked up, golden-green eyes gazing over the top of his glasses wonderingly.

"I never meant to hurt you." he murmered, resting his forehead against Will's knee. The brunet patted him on the head gently.

"I know. I'm sorry I hurt you." He tilted Grell's chin up to wipe away the blood still trailing down the silky skin. "Now you know."

"Now I know." Grell confirmed. "And the violence was fine. I like my men rough." Will chuckled weakly at the innuendo. They sat like that in silence for a while, Grell leaning against Will's legs as strong fingers caressed his hair. Will watched as he brushed through the long red strands, then frowned as he caught a glimpse down Grell's shirt.

"What the?" he pushed the other shinigami away so he could move, and directed the confused Grell into his vacated seat. Grell flushed and resisted as Will pulled his shirt open, revealing fading scratches down the smooth skin. Will tried to meet Grell's eyes, but he wouldn't make contact. "Grell?" he asked gently. "What are these marks?" Grell was silent for so long, Will thought he wasn't going to answer.

"I did them." The Red Reaper finally admitted.

"Why? Is there something-?"

"No." Grell cut him off. "It's not a problem. It's not self harm, I promise." He looked away again. "It's just something I like. The pain." He met Will's confused eyes. "I told you I like my men rough." Will's mouth had gone dry. Grell flushed again, cheeks turning almost as dark as his hair.

"You're a masochist." Grell nodded slightly. Will shook his head, exasperated.

"Tell me what to do." He stroked the crimson fall of hair again. "Just tell me what you want. I've fought demons for this, literally, and I need to know where I stand." Grell flushed darker.

"You really want this, don't you?" Will thwapped him lightly over the head.

"Do you think I'd spend so long trying to convince you if I didn't?" he rolled his eyes, making Grell smile. The redhead rose up on his knees to press a chaste kiss to Will's lips.

"I'm glad you did. He never wanted me, I always knew that, but I couldn't help but hope." He smiled shyly. "You, you were always there for me. You wanted me. No-one ever wanted me…" he shifted so his high heels were more comfortably tucked under his thighs, and hid his head in Will's lap. The brunet recommenced stroking his hair, trying to ignore the suggestiveness of their positions.

"I do. Always" He murmured, and his hazel eyes softened as he felt tears dampening the material of his trousers. They were still sitting like that when Ronald Knox let himself into the office. Will cursed his policy of allowing the rest of the department open access to his office, as Knox froze and stared at the sight. They stared at each other for a moment, Grell still buried in Will's lap. "Can I help you with something, Knox?" Will tried to keep his voice steady and his expression neutral.

"Uh…" Knox floundered for a moment, then gathered himself. "Yes. I need your signature on these papers." He handed them over and stepped back patiently and Will searched for a pen. It was just out of reach.

"Damn." He tapped Grell lightly on the head. "Can you move so I can do these forms?" The redhead stood up wordlessly, and gave Will a slightly shaky smile as he migrated to the side of the desk, where he curled up on the floor again. Will sighed and handed back the completed papers to Knox. "Why don't you take him," he nodded down at the prone shinigami, "down to the cafeteria for coffee?" he handed Knox some change. "On me, of course." He lowered his voice. "Try and cheer him up. I'm not sure what I said, but it was obviously the wrong thing." He blinked as a flying pen flashed past his ear, as he barely dodged Grell's missile.

"I don't need cheering up, you insensitive ass." He sniffed, straightening up. "But then again, I suppose that's the sort of thing a man like you would say. No idea of how to treat a lady." With that he flounced out of the office, shooting a teasing grin at the two flummoxed shinigami he left behind.

"Don't even think about it." Will warned. Knox looked at him innocently.

"About what?"

"You know what." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. He could feel a migraine coming on from stress. "Go get on with your work."

TBC