A/N: I...really can't believe I just wrote this. I have to dedicate this to AyumiFallassion. She's been with me from the beginning and we've fangirled over this a time or two.
Disclaimer: If it was mine, this would be every episode/issue. All. The. Time.
"Every lady dreams of being sandwiched between two gorgeous, brutish men such as yourself and William. You from behind, William in front, both of you filling me and leaving me a writhing mess of red. Delicious."
William pushed his glasses up on his nose, sighing in frustration as he waited outside of the former residence of Madam Red. He knew Sutcliff had taken to living in the manor, and as there were no such regulations forbidding a reaper from having a residence in the living world, he had let it slide. However, Sutcliff had been acting, for lack of a better word, strangely lately; completing reaps efficiently as well as the accompanying paperwork. It was that paperwork that had prompted this…outing.
William was having a hard time comprehending the fact that the paperwork was, in fact, on his desk, and had been turned in on time.
Not to mention, filled out properly.
Every last detail seen to.
Signed by Grell Sutcliff.
The red reaper never turned his paperwork in on time. On the off chance he did, it was hastily filled out and had to be resubmitted the following day with the corrections made. This paperwork was flawless. It instantly made William suspicious; of what, he could not say. Something, however, was off; which was why he was standing atop a lamp post in the drizzle, waiting for Sutcliff to show.
It wasn't too much longer when the red-head made his appearance, hurrying through the now steady rain, carrying a package under his red coat. Grell hurried to the front door and took shelter under the terrace, shaking the rain from his hair before fishing out a key and opening the manor.
William was behind him a moment later, stepping through the door with him.
"Will!" Grell exclaimed, shock written on his face at seeing the stoic supervisor standing in his foyer. His eyes scanned the man, checking for injuries. "You're soaked to the bone, Darling! Come in, quickly. I'll start a fire."
William arched an eyebrow as Grell set his package down and shrugged out of his coat, his wet hair plastered against his back. The red-head hurried to the fireplace and started the fire, gesturing the other over.
"Don't be stubborn, William," he snapped, rising to his feet and taking him by the wrist. He pushed the dark-haired man down to sit by the fire before checking him over again. "Are you injured? Did you have a reap in the area?"
"No," William answered, pushing his glasses up his nose, squinting through the water droplets. He sighed irritably and removed them, trying to shake them off.
Grell rose to his feet and retrieved a few dry towels, handing one to William when he returned. "What in the world were you doing out in the rain, Darling?" he asked, removing his own glasses to dry them off before setting to work on his hair.
"I was waiting for you," William told him truthfully.
Grell paused in his movements, blinking at the other man. He laughed nervously. "You're such a tease, Will," he said, getting to his feet again and picking up his package before heading toward the kitchen.
William stood and followed. "I'm being truthful," he told him.
Grell set the towel and package down before he started the fire in the kitchen, setting the kettle on to boil water for tea. "Very well, I'll bite," he said with a wink, opening the brown paper and revealing several boxes of tea. "Why were you waiting for me?"
William frowned, trying to put into words his concerns. "Your paperwork," he began.
"Yes, what about it?" Grell asked, measuring out some of the tea into the pot. "I turned it in on time, did I not?"
"That would be the issue."
Grell laughed again. "Honestly, Will," he scoffed. "My paperwork being turned in on time caused you to sit out in the rain long enough for you to become drenched while waiting for me? You realize how ridiculous that sounds, don't you?"
"You have been more efficient lately…"
"Darling, you know I'm a deadly efficient reaper," Grell smirked, flashing his trademark pose. He took the kettle off the fire and poured the boiling water into the pot. "Care to try again?"
"Something is different about you," William sighed. "You're less…"
Grell arched an eyebrow at him, waiting.
"…annoying."
"Oh," Grell said, smiling sadly. "I'm not fawning all over you at work, is that it?"
"Yes."
"And because I'm not, something must be wrong with me?"
William sighed in relief and pushed his glasses up his nose, accepting the tea Grell poured for him. "Precisely."
Grell slid a dish over to him and smiled coyly. "Sugar?"
"Please."
William found himself with his arms filled with the red-head, his mouth being smothered in a fierce kiss. He grasped Grell by the arms and pushed him away, firmly yet gently. "What are you doing?" he asked harshly.
"You said you wanted sugar, I'm just giving it to you," Grell smiled. "Am I annoying you now, Mr. B-Average?"
William narrowed his eyes at him. "Why are you being like this?" he asked.
"Why do you care all of a sudden?" Grell asked with a sigh, dropping two cubes of sugar into his own tea. "I've been throwing myself at you for the better part of a century and you've not shown the slightest emotion; but the moment I stop, you're searching me out in the rain. It's terribly romantic…and misleading, Will."
William cleared his throat. "I see," he said. "Very well. My apologies for disturbing you. I'll see myself out."
Grell grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "I can't let you go back out in the rain still soaked, Will," he said. "Come. Angelina kept some of her late husband's clothes. He was about your size. You can change and wait out the rain."
"This is London, Grell," William answered with a slight twitch of his lips. "There is no waiting out the rain."
Grell turned his head and shot him a grin. "Then I'll deck you out in a proper overcoat and umbrella, Darling, before I send you on your way," he giggled as he led the other up the stairs to the master suite.
William followed into the room and took in the surroundings. "Appropriately, it suits you," he said with a nod.
"Of course it does, Darling, its wall to wall red," Grell answered with a roll of his eyes as he opened up a set of doors and walked into the closet. "Anne's husband was a drab fellow, so I'm sure there is something in here you would like." He poked his head back out and smirked. "Unless you want to try to shimmy yourself into some of my clothes."
"I'll settle for the drab, thank you," William answered, looking around the room as he loosened his tie and removed his jacket.
"Oh, you're no fun."
William set his tie aside and wrinkled up his nose as a scent caught his attention. "It smells of a demon in here," he commented.
Grell stiffened before schooling his features and returning with a black suit and overcoat. "Well, Anne's nephew is the Brat, and we all know who his butler is," he mused. "I'm sure Bassy was over here with his tiny master quite a bit before Anne's passing."
"The scent should have faded over time," William said, taking the suit. "Thank you. You should change as well. You're just as wet as I am."
"More so, Darling," Grell purred with a wink. He flipped his hair over his shoulder. "My hair is longer."
"You're incorrigible," William stated with a half-smile. "Change. I will not have you calling in sick tomorrow from a cold."
"I'll wait until you're finished," Grell answered, heading toward the door. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I'll leave you to your privacy."
"Grell."
The red-head stopped and turned, hand on the door frame. "Yes, Will?"
William removed his shirt and set it aside. "You do not make me uncomfortable," he told him honestly. "Not in the least.
"Oh, but I bet I do."
Both sets of reaper eyes turned toward the window to see Sebastian sitting in the sill, smirking at them.
"Demon," William snarled, summoning his Death Scythe. "What are you doing here?"
Sebastian stood up from the sill and closed the window, heading toward the fireplace to start a fire. "No need for all that then. It's chilly in here, Darling, and you are both still wet," he said, addressing Grell with a smile. "It wouldn't do for either of you to get sick and dear William is already halfway nude."
Grell eased back into the room and sighed. "You don't have to trouble yourself, Sebastian, but thank you," he said, eyeing William apprehensively.
"No trouble at all, Grell," the demon said with a smile. He turned to William and gestured to the fire. "Please, warm yourself. Your hair is dripping wet, as is yours, Darling. Honestly, two grown men unable to care for themselves without—"
"Why are you here, Demon?" William asked harshly.
"Me?" Sebastian countered, blinking innocently. "Why, I'm here for Grell. The question is, William T. Spears…why are you here?"
Grell silently picked up his hair brush and moved to sit by the fire, brushing through the red locks to dry them, watching the interaction intently. At best, he was going to lose his position as a reaper. At worst…well, that didn't bear thinking of at the moment.
William pushed his glasses up his nose with the shears. "Why I am here is no concern of yours, Mr. Michaelis," he stated calmly. "Though what you intend to do with my co-worker most definitely is a concern of mine."
"Hardly, but I will humor you just the same," the demon answered cordially. "What I intend to do with him is the same thing I have done with him every night for the better part of a fortnight. I plan to take pleasure as well as give pleasure. In short, and quite crudely worded, I plan to fuck him, Mr. Spears."
"Normally I would object to the word choice as I am a lady, but given the situation, that description is spot on, Darling," Grell giggled, pulling the brush through his hair. "Not to mention, you do it so well."
Sebastian covered his heart with a smile and bowed. "I aim to please, my lady," he said. He turned to William. "Now, I trust you will hurry along…unless, of course, you wish to join in the evening's activities. I would not object to a third party. Grell?"
"Oh Darling, you know I'd have no objections," he purred as he shook his now dry mane out. "I already told you that specific little fantasy of mine."
"Indeed you did," Sebastian agreed with a gentle smile. He turned back toward William. "Mr. Spears?"
William was at a loss for words. "You mean to tell me, that you have been with this…filth?" he stated calmly. "You let him do perverse things to your person?"
"Quite frequently, yes," Grell answered truthfully. "William, what reason would you have for even caring? Yes, Sebastian is a demon. However, at this moment and at every moment we have been together, I have been off the clock. I am not violating any rules."
"Fraternization with a demon is strictly prohibited," William told him.
"During reapings due to their appetite for human souls," Grell added. "I have not fraternized with Sebastian during any of my working hours. What I do in my personal time is my concern. So I put it to you again, why do you care?"
"You should guard your affections more covetously," William said, pushing his glasses up his nose again. "One such as him is undeserving."
Sebastian smirked as he eyed William. "Oh. Oh, I see," he said slyly. "And you think that you are more deserving, Mr. Spears?"
"He has had affections for me for longer than he has known you," he retorted.
"And yet it took me less time to realize what a treasure Grell Sutcliff truly is," Sebastian purred. "I believe, in light of someone else, a demon no less, taking an interest in him, you are just now figuring it out."
"Preposterous," William snorted. "I long ago began to return his affections. I've known for many decades now what an exceptional person he is."
Grell blinked in surprise. "You never told me," he said harshly. "You never acted like I was anything but a menace. You treated me so cruelly, William."
"And for that, and many things, I apologize," he said sincerely. "Do not give this creature your heart, Grell, nor any part of yourself. He is unworthy."
Grell rose and went to stand at Sebastian's side, linking his arm through the demon's. "Actually, I find him quite worthy," he stated. "I find your words lacking and decades too late, William."
"If I may reiterate my earlier proposal," Sebastian interceded. "Though perhaps some clarity is in order first. Mr. Spears, in light of your…confession of affections for Grell, you may find it heartening to know that he uses the thought of you as masturbatory fodder-"
"Sebastian!" Grell gasped out in shock.
"Along with myself," the demon finished with a smirk. "In fact, one of Grell's fantasies is to be intimate with both you and I simultaneously. If you are, indeed, sincere in your affections for him, may I suggest illustrating that point by making this fantasy a very memorable reality."
"Sebastian, please," Grell said, rolling his eyes. "William would never—"
"I'll agree to it," William interrupted.
Grell's mouth dropped opened in shock. "What the actual fuck did you just say?!" he nearly shrieked.
"I'll agree to it," William repeated. "On the condition that no penetration of any sort happens between you and I, Mr. Michaelis."
"Agreed," Sebastian stated with a nod. He looked down at Grell. "Any objections, Darling?"
Grell shook his head, still too surprised to quite process what was happening. He blinked rapidly, staring at William in disbelief. "Why did you never tell me?" he asked, hurt in his voice.
William closed the distance between them. "It would have been difficult for me to do so when I did not believe your affections to be genuine," he admitted, running his hands up the red-head's arms. "Your personality is so vivacious and exuberant. I couldn't bear to express the feelings I have for you if I was no more than a casual flirtation."
Sebastian stepped back and began disrobing with a smirk. "A century of flirtation is not quite what I would call casual, Mr. Spears," he commented.
"Your input is not required, Mr. Michaelis," he snapped. He turned his attention back to Grell. "I can only ask that you forgive me for my pride and stupidity."
Grell giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck, rubbing their noses together. "I'll think about it," he said with a wink before capturing William's lips with his. William returned the kiss happily, forgetting for a moment that there was a demon in the room with them.
But only for a moment.
He was reminded when black nailed fingers snaked around Grell's front and began untying the red striped ribbon from around his neck. "As much as I know you would like to dismiss my presence, Mr. Spears, I am still here," he purred, brushing Grell's hair away from his neck and planting a kiss to the skin, causing the red-head to shiver. He began unbuttoning his shirt and vest, slowing baring the red reaper's body to his superior. Sebastian raked his nails down Grell's torso, causing him to whimper and moan, resting his head back against the demon's shoulder. Red eyes locked on to William's as he smirked again. "If you would be so kind as to divest yourself of the remainder of your clothing, I would be pleased to have your assistance in undressing my lady."
William kicked off his shoes and socks, reaching for the button of his pants when Grell stopped him. Lip between his teeth, he pulled Will toward him and kissed him. "May I?" he asked lowly.
William swallowed hard and nodded, capturing the red-head's lips again as his slacks and undergarments hit the floor.
"Sandwiched between two brutish men as myself and Mr. Spears, and yet you are the only one still clothed, my dear," Sebastian whispered. He glanced over Grell's shoulder to William as the other kept his hold on the red-head. "Does your supervisor know of your hidden treasure, my lady?"
Grell moaned as he felt William slip his hands into his opened shirt, pulling the garment from his body. "No one does," he gasped as the reaper leaned forward to nip at his neck.
"Ah, then let us show him, shall we?" he asked, reaching for the button of his slacks, Grell's head pillowed against his shoulder again, his neck exposed to William's mouth. "You see, Mr. Spears, Grell Sutcliff is a remarkable creature. He is beauty and grace, strength and virility; a lovely feminine soul wrapped in a tempting male body. And yet," he slid Grell's slacks over his hips, revealing his panties, garter belt, and silk stockings. "That delectable male body is positively ravishing clothed in the adornments of feminine delicates, wouldn't you agree?"
William stepped back to admire the reaper before him. He knelt down on one knee, lifting his foot to remove his boots. "I would agree indeed, Mr. Michaelis," he answered, tossing Grell's slacks to the side and kissing his inner thigh. "Though I believe for the purposes of this evening, perhaps the panties should go. The garter belt and stockings should remain, however."
"I have no objections to that," Sebastian agreed, trailing his nails down Grell's back and licking a trail to his ear. "What of you, my lady?"
"I couldn't care less," he moaned, snaking his arm above his head to wrap around the demon's neck and pull him in for a kiss. "Do whatever you wish to me."
William growled and bit the inside of Grell's thigh, slipping the panties down his long legs. The red-head hissed in pleasure. "Be careful what you say," he warned, leaning forward to take the reaper's erection into his mouth.
Sebastian caught Grell's wrists in his hands as he cried out and thrust into William's mouth. The demon chuckled as he tied the red-head's wrists together behind his back with his own hair. "Excellent, Mr. Spears," he praised, moving to retrieve the bottle of oil Grell kept in his room. He slicked his fingers up liberally and inserted one into the red reaper's entrance, purring as he felt the muscles clamp down on the digit. "There's a good girl, now."
Grell felt the demon's fangs nibble against his neck, gasping when they broke skin. Another of Sebastian's long fingers eased inside him and he tensed, feeling as he barely brushed against his sweet spot. "Sebastian," he moaned out.
William pulled back and stroked Grell's member languidly. "What happened to 'Bassy'?" he asked with a smirk, licking the tip teasingly.
"He only uses that name when he is purposefully being annoying," Sebastian explained with a gentle smile as he moved three fingers into the reaper. Grell bit his lip and shuddered as he stroked over his sweet spot teasingly. "In times like this, 'Sebastian' is the name he prefers to use; and I must say, I've never been so glad as to have been given a name that drips like sin from those red lips."
"Indeed," William agreed, taking Grell back into his mouth.
Sebastian added a fourth finger, jamming into Grell's sweet spot insistently, the red-head arching his back and high pitched keening escaping his throat. "Mr. Spears, he is close," Sebastian warned. "Would you be adverse to—"
"Not at all. Continue, if you please," William answered quickly, swallowing Grell's erection once more.
Grell screamed in pleasure.
"What a lovely sound, Darling," Sebastian purred, thrusting his fingers into him fiercely. "Once more, with feeling."
Grell's eyes flew opened as he felt his release hit, screaming in ecstasy as he felt it splattering into the back of William's throat. The other reaper swallowed around his length, lapping up any excess. Grell's legs gave out and his knees hit the floor, William's strong arms wrapping around him as he dropped.
William released his wrists from the knot in his hair and placed a tender kiss to his lips, slipping his tongue gingerly between his teeth. Grell wrapped trembling arms around his shoulders, clinging to him and melting into the kiss.
Sebastian watched as the two reapers kissed on the floor, aroused by the sight they created. "Mr. Spears," he said, voice low with desire. "If you would be so kind as to carry my lady over to the bed."
William secured his hands on Grell's ass and lifted him as he stood. Grell gasped and wiggled his hips in William's grasp, face buried against his neck. William made his way to the bed and sat when Sebastian gestured to the pillows propped up along the headboard. William had no more made himself comfortable on his back with Grell on his lap, before the red-head kissed him fiercely again, grinding himself against his length.
Sebastian chuckled as he settled behind Grell on the bed, pouring more oil into his hands. "Patience, Darling," he purred, leaning over him and nipping at his ear lobe. "We shall give you everything you need and more."
William hissed as he felt the demon's slick hand pumping his erection. "M-Michaelis, I thought we agreed to have no contact between us," he groaned out, quickly losing himself in the sensations.
"I believe the agreement was no penetration between you and I, and I assure you that will not happen," Sebastian corrected, pulling Grell's hips back and positioning him over the other reaper. "Besides, for what I have in mind, you are going to have to be touching parts of me; but I doubt your ability to care will be gone in a moment."
William bit down on Grell's shoulder as he felt his erection slipping inside his prepared hole. "Sweet mother above," he gasped, iron grip on the red-head's waist.
"Exquisite, isn't he?" Sebastian hummed, examining their joined bodies. "I must say, that is a splendid sight. It's nearly as arousing to watch you being taken as it is to take you myself. However, both…"
Grell gasped, feeling his walls being stretched by William's length. "B-both?" he choked out. "Sebastian, you don't mean—"
"William in front," Sebastian whispered sensually as he slicked up his own erection. He stilled their movements, William's tip still inside of Grell as he eased himself in very slowly. Grell threw his head back, his mouth opened in a silent, gasping scream. William moaned loudly, his hands moving to grasp at the red-head's hips. Sebastian felt his vision swim at the exquisite tightness caused by both of the reaper's bodies. "Me from behind," he gasped out as he set the pace of all three of their movements. "Both of us filling you and leaving you a writhing mess of red."
"Grell," William groaned in between deep breaths. "Are you-is it too much? Is this…nngh…my gods, you're beautiful like this."
Grell keened loudly in the back of his throat, his nails clawing at William's chest. "Yes," he hissed out brokenly. "Oh, yes, my Darlings, yes!"
Sebastian smirked down at William over Grell's shoulder. "I'd say he's quite satisfied," he told him. "Would you be adverse to me kissing you, Mr. Spears?"
Grell opened his eyes and looked at both of them. "Oh, please, William," he moaned, somehow managing to tighten his body around them more. Sebastian shuddered and sank his teeth into Grell's shoulder as William cried out and tightened his grip on Grell. Their movements increased in pace and became more frantic. None of them would last long in this situation.
"Oh gods, kiss me!" William moaned out.
Sebastian leaned forward, Grell's breath catching as he screamed out as both men went deeper inside him. William sucked the demon's tongue into his mouth, kissing him violently. Sebastian wrapped Grell's hair around his hand and yanked his head to the side, giving him a perfect view of him and William. He could feel Grell begin to spasm around them. He broke the kiss with William and latched on to Grell's lips, cutting his tongue on the reaper's teeth. The demon thrust harshly into him and against William's own erection, causing the dark haired reaper to cry out in pleasure.
"Come for us, Darling," he purred. "Come screaming, with no stimulation other than the feel of our cocks inside you."
In that moment, both of them slammed into his sweet spot, causing a scream to tear from his throat and hot seed to erupt from his own neglected member to splatter between him and William. William was a split second behind him and Sebastian a moment more, Grell whimpering in exhausted satisfaction as he felt the seed of both of his lover's fill him fuller than he had ever been in either of his lives.
"Lucifer's tits," the red-head giggled lazily as he snuggled against William's chest.
Sebastian chuckled and kissed his bleeding shoulder, lapping gently at the blood. "Lucifer's tits, indeed, my lady," he whispered, pulling out of his body slowly.
Grell moaned at the loss as William also slipped out. He shivered, feeling cold without the heat from both of them. Sebastian pulled a blanket up over their bodies and laid down on Grell's other side, sliding close against him. "Mmm, better," Grell said happily. He turned his head to look at the demon. "Do you have to go tonight?"
Sebastian gave him a gentle smile before kissing his lips tenderly. "You know I do," he said with a hint of regret. He looked over at William. "Will you stay with him and be here when he wakes in the morning? That is a luxury I do not have at present."
William nodded and trailed his fingers soothingly through Grell's long hair. "I could not leave him now if I wanted to," he answered truthfully.
"Then you have my thanks," Sebastian said, reaching over and brushing William's hair from his eyes. He kissed Grell again. "I shall stay until you fall asleep, my lady."
Grell sighed and snuggled against both of them. "I feel thanks isn't enough for this," he giggled softly.
"I believe we should be the ones thanking you," William told him, kissing his forehead.
"Indeed we should," Sebastian agreed, lacing his fingers with William's as they both rested their hands on Grell's hip. "Or perhaps we should just enjoy the fact that it happened. I, for one, would not be adverse to an encore in the future."
William nodded and gave him a rare smile. "Nor would I."
"Not the too near future," Grell chuckled. "I don't think my body could handle that again too soon."
Sebastian smiled and brushed his hair off his neck before kissing the top of his spine. "Was your fantasy fulfilled?" he asked.
Grell shivered and looked back at him. "No, because when I said Will in front, I meant him making use of my mouth!" he exclaimed with a grin. "You took things too far, Sir!"
"Oh dear, my apologies," Sebastian said with mock regret. "I shall have to think of a way to make that error in judgment up to you."
"I enjoyed the error in judgment," William said, resting his chin on top of Grell's head.
"Mmm, as did I," Grell purred, eyes slipping shut. He sighed in contentment. "Perhaps, if you really want to make it up to me, you could let me watch you and William together. I enjoyed watching you snog…well, before my vision went white, that is. Such a pretty, pretty sight."
"Well, he has a talented tongue," Sebastian agreed.
Grell giggled softly again. "Don't I know it," he sighed before drifting off to sleep.
"Heavens, he's beautiful," William whispered, brushing the red hair back from his face and removing his glasses.
Sebastian freed the chain from the length of hair in back and took the glasses from William. He eased out of the bed and set the glasses on Grell's bedside table. "It's good to see you finally realized that," he commented as he went to retrieve his clothes. "I regret not seeing it sooner myself."
William relaxed against the pillows as he watched Sebastian dress again. "What happens now?" he asked softly.
Sebastian buttoned his cuffs and went to tie his tie. "I return to my master and await his orders," he said. "When I am free again, I'll return here to Grell."
"No, I meant…with all of us," William said, a slight blush splashed across his cheeks. "Now that I have acknowledged what I feel for him, I am unwilling to let him go."
"As am I," Sebastian admitted, moving to sit on William's side of the bed as he slipped on his shoes. "I suppose the answer to that question will need to be answered at a later date. Though I am glad that he will not have to wake up alone again."
William nodded and pulled Grell closer to him. "I must thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Michaelis," he said awkwardly.
Sebastian rose to his feet and bowed with his hand over his heart. "It was my pleasure," he said with a smirk. "Until next time, Mr. Spears. Do take care of my lady."
A/N: Lucifer's. Tits. Review? Throw stones? This is seriously getting fluffier that I ever envisioned it.
