William walked down the hallway at a brisk pace, not once faltering from his even stride. He was on his way to his office, as was his daily routine, and always arrived at the correct time. He was never early, never late.

As for Grell, well, he had no idea where he was. Frankly he didn't care, as long as it didn't disrupt his schedule. This time of day was one of the best for William. To him his office was like a sanctuary, where he could escape from the lunacy that was his fellow reapers. There were no distractions, and if it was just him and his work he felt at peace.

William opened the door to his office and stepped in. He surveyed the room, making sure everything was immaculate, and calmly set himself down into his chair. Yes, he was definitely at peace here.

But quickly the silence was broken, when Ronald opened the door and let himself in. William gave a groan and adjusted his glasses in annoyance.

"Can I help you?" William spoke dryly, and Ronald smiled dumbly, not registering the cynicism in the reaper's voice.

"Hey Will! I just wanted to say we're having another party tonight, in celebration of all the hard work you've done lately!" Ronald beamed excitedly.

There was a long silence, as William stared blankly at Ronald, unamused.

Ronald laughed nervously. "So it'd be great if you could come," he continued with a small smile.

William raised an eyebrow, and gazed down at the papers before him. "No thank you," he replied bluntly.

Ronald scratched behind his ear, his face reddening. "Are you sure? Everyone's gunna be there."

William let out a drawn out sigh and pinched his forehead. "I'll see if I can," he appeased, if it meant the reaper would leave him alone.

"Great!" Ronald grinned, "Oh by the way, I'm giving you an early present."

William looked up in confusion, as the reaper brought out a small card and handed it to him discreetly. When William looked at the card he reddened, making a disgusted noise as he crumpled it up and shoved it into his pocket. Ronald giggled, and gave William a cheeky wink.

"You deserve it," he smirked, and left without another word.

When the day was done, William opened the door to his bedroom and ran a hand through his hair. Before he undressed he checked his pockets, and let out a grunt when he found the wrinkled up card that Ronald had gave him as a 'present'. He hastily walked over to his bin and threw the card inside, not wanting to look at it any longer. He lingered for a bit, and then sat down on the edge of his bed opposite the door. He tried to relax, but for some reason found himself unable to think straight. The thought of the despicable card circled in his mind, as he contemplated what exactly Ronald had meant by his present.

So what if he wasn't like the other reapers? It doesn't mean he's not happy with who he is, he just doesn't want to be like Grell. He snorted; that was the last thing he wanted to be. But that didn't mean he felt nothing.

William lowered his gaze to look at himself. He did find that his mind wondered more often lately, not towards anything in particular. But it was like his body was trying to get his attention.

William coughed uncomfortably when he realised he had been staring at himself for longer than usual. His fingers clenched at the sheets of his bed, when he felt his mind begin to wonder once again. His body definitely wanted something from him. He heard whispers in his mind, small voices that aimed to persuade him into doing something he didn't yet understand.

"You're alone and the bed is so comfortable. Just do what feels natural, you will be distracted from work otherwise."

William swallowed as the voices persisted. He began to realise what he craved, and the thought was daunting to him. But the more he thought, the more he couldn't resist the idea, and he convinced himself that if no one was around, he could only embarrass himself. He licked his lips in apprehension, and did what he felt was natural, slowly lowering a hand between his legs.

William breathed hotly as he made deep rubs up and down his crotch. He had no idea why he had decided to do this first, but found he was unable to stop. He could feel his body thanking him when intense pleasure began to build up from his lower half. His eyes began to close at the sensation, and he furrowed his brow to keep his concentration. He swallowed when he felt the place that he was rubbing began to rise, demanding more pleasure from him. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead whilst William contemplated his situation. With shaky breaths, William gave in and undid the button of his trousers, slowly pulling his zip down after. He gave a sigh of relief when he opened his pants, but refused to look at himself out of fear of what he had done. His area was aching, like nothing he had ever felt. William pondered his dilemma. He needed to look at himself, otherwise he would never get out of this mess. Hesitantly, William peered down to look at his lower half, and his eyes widened. He looked so sinful. He was unsure what was happening, or what he had to do to pacify the bewildering sight before him. William blinked, and after looking in shock at himself for a few more seconds he removed his gaze. His breath became heavy, and he couldn't help but have an urge to try and ease the aching feeling, even though he didn't know what would happen if he did.

For once, William acted irrationally. He grabbed himself roughly, flinching slightly at the foreign touch of his own skin. With his other hand he pinched the end of his length, earning himself an uncontrolled shout as he arched his back. Maybe he should start off slower. His breaths grew rapid while he stroked up and down, and he felt himself twitch and recoil as the pressure inside himself built. Undignified moans escaped from William's mouth and he began to lose control. He couldn't believe he was doing this, or that he could make himself feel so good. His legs trembled weakly as he spread them, allowing himself better access to his private area, and he began to rub his package sensually. William gave erotic moans as the pleasure became even more intense, and he could feel himself climbing to something that made him quicken his pace. He began thrusting without control, his body demanding more, and he grabbed himself hard when William suddenly felt white hot pleasure flood through him. He shouted when he reached a high like nothing he had ever felt, and trembled when it passed out of him. William's breathe steadied, but his mouth was still agape when he looked down and found he had released onto his suit.

Suddenly the door to William's room flew open, and Ronald burst in at lightning speed.

"William, one more thing, I-"

Ronald halted when he saw William on the bed, who was briefly thrown by the reapers entrance. Suddenly aware, William turn away in horror as fast as he could, knocking over the lamp next to his bed in the process. His hands shook intensely as he tried to button his trousers, half of himself facing the doorway, his heart racing.

"D-doesn't anyone ever knock anymore?!" William stuttered as his collected nature dissolved, a violent blush creeping across his face.

Ronald's mouth hung open, unsure of what just happened. An awkward silence passed between the two reapers, and William prayed that Ronald would just pretend he hadn't seen anything.

Ronald hesitated, a blush forming across his face when the reality had sunk in. He spoke like his mouth was falling off a cliff.

"I am…so sorry William, I just…I thought…you might…the party's at 8:00," Ronald blabbered lamely, and he rushed out the door before William could reply.