Author note: For those watching the second season of the anime, answer honestly, who cried at the last episode? Tell the truth now. I'm really rather surprised at how much support this fic is getting, so a massive thanks to everyone who's reviewed and stuff so far! (Also, just a quick message to SoMuchLoveForKuroshitsuji: I know what you mean, there are a lot of fetishistic fics for this pairing, but come on, we all know why it's like that. And I know it's a fairly girly thing to say, but in my mind, there is a clear difference between sex and making love, and I think that no-one should spend their first time with someone they intend to stay together with just 'having sex'. There should be more to it - maybe love.)
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: Nope, still not mine.

They spent the next few hours wrapped up in each other, so completely absorbed by the other's presence that all they could register was the sensations from their touches, kisses, caresses. It all rolled up into one big blur until they lost track of whose body ended where, and it wasn't until there was a knock on the door that they realised that the rest of the world still existed.

"Ugh." Grell buried his face in the crook of Will's neck. The manager groaned and let his head hit the pillow behind him, nuzzling into the red hair for a moment, before he looked across at the clock.

"Who the hell can that be? It's almost two o clock." He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. Grell sat up and shifted his weight, sliding up and down Will's length once more, before reluctantly standing up when the knocking didn't stop.

"I better go see who it is." He pulled on his red silk robe and made his way down the hall to the front door. "What?" he glared out into the rain. Ronald Knox stood there with a sheepish expression, supporting a young woman who was clearly the worse for drink.

"Sorry, Sutcliff. I know it's late, but could me and Mavis stay here for the night? I don't think she's able to make it home." Grell sighed.

"Knox, you..." he looked at Mavis, who could barely stand, and stepped back. "Fine. She can have the spare room. I'll get a pillow and some blankets for you on the sofa, Knox. Bathroom's down the hall to the left." Mavis fled, hand clamped over her mouth. Knox followed Grell into the hall.

"Thanks for this, Sutcliff. She's not exactly in the best shape right now."

"I noticed." Grell huffed as he fished some blankets out of the airing cupboard and bundled them into Knox's arms. "Here. Go set up while I get your friend a glass of water."

"Grell, why is there a woman throwing up in the bathroom?" Will entered the lounge, eyes shaded against the light. He had pulled his trousers back on but had left them unbuttoned. He slumped against the doorframe, clearly exhausted. "Come back to bed and finish what you started." He finally looked up, and he slowly turned pink when he realised Knox was staring at him.

"It's too late for all this." Grell wailed. He dropped to his knees. "Knox, of all the places you could go, you came here? Will, go back to bed before Mavis recovers." Will sighed and buttoned his trousers properly, before reaching out to help Grell up.

"Don't be such a drama queen." He tucked a claret bang behind an ear, and cupped his lover's face gently. "You shouldn't be walking around too much right now anyway. Go on, I'll finish up with these two." Grell nodded obediently, and went back into the hallway, leaving Will and Knox alone.

"So, uh..." Knox shifted uncomfortably, unable to look at his superior without staring.

"It's exactly what it looks like." Will told him, sitting in the armchair. Knox hesitantly lowered himself onto his bedding on the sofa. "I'm not going to shout at you, I don't think I can get much more off duty than this." Will propped his chin up on a hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair. "What's the story?" Knox swallowed, understandably nervous at being addressed by his half naked boss.

"I took Mavis out for a few drinks and she had a few too many. Nothing else to say." He leant forward curiously. "So, you guys did it? Can I get details?"

"Depends. Which time do you want to know about?" Will yawned. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I must be more tired than I thought." He blushed again as Knox started laughing.

"Damn, Spears, he must have seriously had his way with you. Although 'you shouldn't be walking around too much' sort makes me think it was the other way around." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Let's just say that Grell Sutcliff has a hell of a lot more energy than is normal." Knox shook his head.

"Nu uh." He disagreed. "I bet that you'll go back into that bedroom to find him sleeping like he's dead."

"He is." Will stood up. "Get some sleep. We can discuss all this in the morning. Show your friend to the guest room when she's out of the bathroom." Will was halfway down the hall when Mavis emerged. She looked a little more sober, but bumped straight into her boss.

"Ack!" she steadied herself against the wall. "Mr Spears! I'm so sorry for this. I'm sure I don't know what came over me." Will looked her up and down.

"I'd say gin, Miss Mavis. And possibly ale." She turned pink, then darkened to red when she realised that he was shirtless.

"Oh, is this your house, Mr Spears?" she asked nervously. Will adjusted his glasses and ignored the question.

"Shall I show you to your room, or would you like Knox to do that? He's in the lounge." Mavis smiled sheepishly.

"Whichever is fine." She shrugged.

"Wiiiiiiill..." Grell's voice was muffled, sleepy and indistinct. Mavis' eyes widened.

"Ah, um...she..." Will gave her a small smile and ignored her babble.

"I'll let you go to Knox. I better get back to bed." Mavis nodded, and watched silently as Will slipped into the room just along the hallway. She caught a glimpse of a pale arm reaching out to the brunet just before the door closed.

Grell smiled as Will lowered himself into his bed. Will sighed and accepted Grell's embrace, cuddling the redhead close when it became obvious that he intended to cling. It wasn't the usual Grell clinginess, and he quickly realised why Grell was acting like that.

"Go to sleep." He whispered, kissing Grell gently. "I'll still be here in the morning. I won't leave you. I don't care if they know we're together. Go to sleep." Lulled by his reassurances, Grell slipped into an easy slumber.

TBC