Black Butler

Will X Grell

Chapter 1

Four big neat stacks of papers lined a giant round wooden desk. Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven played in the back round of the office.
William T. Spears sat behind his desk reading and signing paperwork. As soon as he got up this morning, cleaned up, had breakfast, changed, got his coffee, and got to work, Will hadn't had a break. The only time he stopped working was to go to the bathroom, or get more coffee. He never had lunch, for he rarely ever got hungry during work hours.
He gave a long and heavy sigh, and pushed his glasses up. He'd just finished reading a report from Grell. Probably one of the very few report backs he got from that red-haired lunatic. He was supposed to report everything, meaning;
every kill. I won't go into details of every other thing he's supposed to report, but that's the most important thing.
Will had to admit, Grell was a skilled Grim Reaper. If a wreak less one, but valuable. He was annoying constantly.
Especially when he was talking about that revolting creature called Sebastian.
Oh how Will hated demons, especially that particular one. When Grell was talking about him it was, Bassy this, or Bassy that, it was nonstop BASSY. And Will had had just about enough of it.
Why wasn't it ever, Will this, or Will that, or just nonstop banter about WILLIAM. Instead of nonstop demon shenanigans, or how much he loved the color red. Stop daydreaming Will. It won't come to life if you keep thinking about it. Will thought. He sighed deeply again, pushing up his glasses with a finger. He took a swig from his, now empty, coffee cup. He took a deep breath. Relax Will.
But he couldn't. Something kept nagging at his brain. Why did he care what Grell thought of that demon?
Why did he care what Grell thought of him? It's not like they would ever…Be together.

Will thought slowly after this. Grell. He thought. His heart literally skipped eight beats. Will's eyes grew a little wider.
He pushed his glasses up more and straightened up in his seat, his hands on the sides of his spiny chair. "Grell" He whispered to himself. Again, his heart skipped numerous beats.
Could it be…? Could William T. Spears, be jealous and possibly in love with Grell Sutcliff?
Will shook his head a little. No way. He was a man. So was Grell. I mean, Will never had anything against homosexuality. And in his younger Reaper days, he was quite curious then, if catch my drift. He had kissed men and women before. Even bedded them. At the same time, but that was a long time ago.
He had chosen his work over relationships and sex-partners. He always did. I mean, not that Will didn't have friends, but he was such a workaholic. He rarely ever did anything…fun.
But Grell, he was basically the king of fun. The very meaning of fun.

But what Will needed to figure out right now, were his feelings. More specifically, his feelings for Grell.