A/N: I have been trying to upload this all day. ALL bloody day. But it's been being mean. I wasn't even allowed to log in. Stupid computers and internet and stuff. Now, we get to see what Grell's present to Ronald for Will is. Yeah. Seriously, I know you've all seen pictures like this, if you haven't, you're not looking in the right places. I know I saw them and when Mina told me what it was my reaction was 'oh yeah, I've seen those cute pics too'. Oh, and more hint of a certain other couple too. May or may not just be teasing you, we'll see. Thank you for all those lovely reviews darlings, hugs for you all and lets keep them coming.


Ronald clenched his fists and glared up at William. "I am no absolutely adorable!"

He was playing with his gloves nervously, a habit he'd picked up from trying to keep his sleeves over his bandages. These days he'd tug on anything around his wrists when he was nervous. Stepping back slightly, his gaze slowly moving over Ronald. Suddenly it all made sense. The gloves Ronald was playing with were transparent, lacy fingerless ones with frills around the wrist. A small smile came to William's lips noticing Ronald had removed his bracers and bandages. He hated doing that, but William had never liked to see him hiding them. It meant he was uncomfortable with himself, and he'd worked so hard to get Ronald to be happy with himself again. At least he was comfortable enough to take them off when it was only the two of them.

"Grell gave me a pair that would match the outfit," Ronald whispered, seeing his gaze and stopping his nervous tugging. After a brief moment William realised he wasn't talking about his gloves but the bracers. "He's really kind sometimes, you know. He gave them to me the other day, since he knew the birthday was coming up."

William nodded and ran his hand gently through his hair. There was a black Alice band with a big bow on one side in his hair, not doing a lot to hold any hair in place, just looking cute. His gaze continued lower to the little blue dress he was wearing, far too short to be from the human world, which meant someone other than their close circle knew Grell had it. The skirt flared out slightly, probably from a petite coat, and there was a small white apron over it. On his legs, and Ronald did have stunning legs, were over the knee, black and white socks and he had a pair of little black heels.

"You know, there's dormouse who looks a lot like you somewhere around here." Ronald folded his arms and glared up at him. "Don't pout like that, darling, it doesn't help your case."

"Darling?" He smirked and wrapped his arms tightly around Ronald, smothering any protests with a firm kiss. As always, Ronald moaned softly, tangling his fingers into his hair. "You like it then?"

"I do. Although, I think I'll prefer it when it's off though." Ronald blushed and glanced away. "But you do make a beautiful young lady."

"Stop that!"

Before William really knew what he was doing he'd pushed Ronald back against the wall, pinning his wrists either side of his head and capturing his mouth. The little blonde whined and squirmed against him in protest, tugging his wrists in an attempt to get free and slid his hands into his hair. While he could break free if he really wanted to, and of course if he really wanted William to let go he would, he was just being difficult. Ronald was, technically, far stronger than William, he just didn't feels the need use his strength and didn't really have the experience or technique to make the most of it. Releasing one of Ronald's wrists, and Ronald instantly tangled his hand into his hair to pull him closer, William trailed his hand slowly down to his hip, squeezing gently to make Ronald moan wantonly. William smirked and moved his kisses lower to Ronald's neck, Ronald whining and arching his back against him as William slid his hand below the hem of the dress, tracing teasing patterns against his soft, exposed skin, sending shivers even he could feel through Ronald.

"That's not very gentlemanly, boss," he panted.

"You're hardly ladylike, Alice." He bit Ronald's skin gently and the blonde let out a sharp cry, throwing his head back, seeming not to notice William's hand sliding further up his skirt. "And so loud. What will Miss Rose think?"

The blush across Ronald's cheeks deepened and his smirk widened, releasing Ronald's other wrist, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him away from the wall. Ronald gave a startled yelp and William pulled him back to the bed. Lucy Rose lived in the apartment above them and was one of the most respected reapers in the country as Head of Internal Maintenance. It was her job to make sure that their laws were followed, rules and regulations relating to work were dealt with by supervisors but she dealt with law breakers. Living above them, she had known they were a couple long before they let the general public know. Ronald was incredibly loud in bed. Anyone living around them had to live with the noise. They were lucky enough to have sound proofed walls and no one lived across the hall anyway but Lucy had to put up with Ronald's noise She didn't seem to mind. Despite the cold, uncaring person she was on the job, she seemed to find Ronald and William's relationship amusing more than anything.

Ronald gave another loud cry as William bit him once more before pushing him back. Stumbling back, he grabbed at William's shirt in a vain attempt to keep his balance but ended up sprawled out on the bed anyway. William tilted his head, moving his gaze over him once more. Those big begging eyes stared up at him expectantly. Well, he couldn't say no to him when he looked so adorable and it was his birthday present.

"Boss," Ronald panted. "Please."

William smiled and leant down over the bed, brushing away a few damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Within seconds of coming into reach, Ronald had caught his collar and pulled him down into a heated kiss, slipping one arm around his neck and tangling his fingers into his hair.

"Boss, please. Please, get me out of this stuff. Please."

"You're so cute when you beg, Alice."

"Stop calling me that. Boss..." He tossed his head and arched his back as William slid his hand down his thighs and under the skirt again. "Please, William, stop teasing."

His fingers brushed over his rear and Ronald gasped, clenching his fists. "Is that lace, Alice?"

"W-well, it just wouldn't look right i-if I was wearing normal underwear," Ronald stuttered, glancing away and turning even redder. "And the only other option was... not to..."

"Wear any? I think that's the better option." A chuckled and straightened himself up, slowly pulling the white lace underwear down around his ankles, smirking to himself as Ronald shut his eyes and squirmed in embarrassment. "That... is much better, Alice."

"I h-hate y- oh..." Smirking at Ronald's reaction, William slipped the dress up at little higher, stroking his fingers teasingly close to his firm arousal, making him groan and squirm. "I hate you so much sometimes."

"I know."

He slipped out of his shirt once more and pulled open his belt, leaning over to capture his lips once more. Still sensitive from their earlier activities it didn't take long for William to return to full hardness, rubbing against Ronald's entrance, making his little blonde lover cry out desperately, clenching his fists in the sheets. In the back of his mind, William liked to think he was the only one who'd ever made Ronald like react like this. It was unfortunate, but he couldn't escape hearing about the blonde's chequered past. But then, Ronald was watching him with those half lidded, lust clouded eyes under thick lashes, trembling with need. That was all William needed really to know. And he was working through the issues that had kept them apart. He pressed against Ronald's entrance and the little blonde cried sharply.

William's voice was low and hoarse, and he wasn't even trying to restrain himself as he murmured encouragement to the blonde, wanting nothing more than to hear more of those loud pleasured cries, slowly pushing deeper into Ronald's tight unprepared entrance. Honestly, he loved Ronald more than anything. And knowing that Ronald loved him in return was the best thing of all. He knew Ronald had never felt loved before him and honestly, something he'd probably never tell Ronald, in the time between his break up with Michelle, the end of their young academy sweetheart phase, and finding Ronald he'd wondered if it was worth looking for love. It always seemed to just end in more heartache. Ronald gasped and pulled at the sheets, squirming and tossing his head. Normally, William would take his time but he needed Ronald too much to hold on any longer. Ronald moaned another curse and arched up as William gripped his hips, holding him firmly in place until he was where he wanted to be. Trembling and gasping for breath, Ronald closed his eyes, slowly relaxing and easing up.

After a few long minutes, William bucked his hips slightly, forcing a loud curse from Ronald. He ran his hands gently along Ronald's thighs once more as the blonde squeezed his leg around his hips. He groaned softly, every steady, powerful thrust pushing him deeper and making Ronald's moans and cries louder. He leant down and reached slowly under Ronald's back, undoing the lacing on his dress. Within moments he'd slipped the exposing little dress off, looking over the stunning, trembling, half naked body below him for a moment before leaning over him and capturing his lips in a heated, passionate kiss, running his hands over his strong, lean body until Ronald was practically writhing in pleasure.

Ronald almost screamed and tossed his head back, breaking the kiss and arching his back tightly, squeezing around William as he released. Closing his eyes and burying his head in Ronald's neck, William lost all control, making Ronald's voice crack as he pounded into him until he was completely spent and almost collapsed on top of the little blonde in exhaustion. Ronald laughed weakly and tipped his chin up, peck William's lips before lying back and closing his eyes.

"I'm going to go to sleep now."

William smiled and pulled out of him slowly, turning to pick up Ronald's pyjamas and tossing them to him. "Unless you'd like to stay dressed like that, Alice."

"Stop that," Ronald said quietly, kicking off the shoes. "And don't tell anyone about this."

"I'm not the one who tells Sutcliff and Slingby everything that goes on in our lives," William replied. Ronald blushed and lowered his head. "Come on. I think a nice warm shower is in order."

He pulled Ronald from the bed and guided him to bathroom. "It's your birthday, do whatever you want."

"Keep that dress," he said quietly. "It's pretty. It suits you."

"You're so mean."

"I know." He stepped out of his clothes and pushed the now completely naked Ronald back into the shower. They youngster leant against the wall, letting the warm water wash over him, gazing up at William quietly. "But you love it really."

He cupped Ronald's cheeks and kissed his nose then his lips. "Mmm, please, boss. No more. I'm exhausted. I don't think I can take anymore."

"I know, darling," he murmured, cleaning him off gently. "You did a good job." Ronald squirmed slightly as William squirmed a bit of shampoo on his hair, rubbing it in gently. "I don't know what you're complaining about anyway. I was doing most of the work."

"That's just not fair. I wore that stupid dress. And what's with you suddenly calling me darling?"

He frowned and ran his fingers slowly though Ronald's hair, washing out the shampoo. "I don't know, it just feels right. It's not a problem, is it?"

"No," Ronald said quickly, shaking his head as William brushed his hair from his eyes, not that Ronald's movement made it easy. "It's nice. I like it. It was just a bit confusing, that's all, it came out of nowhere and it was just kind of... It's nice."

William nodded and gently moved Ronald against the wall again, capturing his lips and pressing his body against him. Ronald squeaked and moaned, tangling his fingers into his hair. They were both tired and both needed to work the next day, but with Ronald in his arms, trembling slightly and panting heavily, he really didn't care about needing to go to bed or what they should have been doing.

"Will," he panted. William smirked and trailed his kisses down his jaw and throat, loving the way Ronald arched slightly and gripped his hair, moaning softly. "...oh... William..."

"Are you sure you're too tired for another go?"

Ronald moaned quietly. As a general rule, Ronald didn't particularly like to have sex in the shower. It had surprised William when he'd found out, he'd never had any problem with it, he didn't really understand why Ronald did. The blonde had never had any problems with showering together and he hardly kept his hands to himself. Apparently he'd just never had particularly good experiences with it, something William had been certain to change. Finally, Ronald nodded and grinned.

"Let's do it."


Grell pulled on the Undertaker's sleeve, staring up at body above them. He hadn't wanted to come out the middle of nowhere in this weird fog with three people he didn't really like, and now there was a body. Of course, he liked a bit of blood and death, but a body hanging off a tree branch was not his idea of a fun time. Peter frowned and the Undertaker swung his scythe, cutting the rope and letting the body drop to the ground.

"I get the feeling you're not making a big deal out of collecting this body because it's humans being stupid."

"Afraid not, my lady," the Undertaker said. Mark strode over and opened one of the body's eyes. "Mark?"

"Reaper." Standing slowly, he turned and shook his head. "He was dead long before he was strung up though. At least, I'd think so. I'm not an expert like you." He nodded and Grell stepped forwards. He recognised him, he was young. Barely out of the academy. "And left out on show like that? It's hardly discreet."

"The half breed?" Grell said."Why would it-"

Peter glanced over. "You really haven't been talking to Michelle much recently, have you? There's a group of demons, a large group of demons, trying to get the others to join with them and wipe out or enslave all reapers."

"It's an impossible task," the Undertaker chuckled. "We cannot be completely removed. There's always going to be more, but it won't stop them trying."

"So they're just going to keep killing? Why don't we know about this yet? Why aren't we dealing with this?"

"Because currently they're keeping quiet," Peter snapped. "You haven't heard about this half breed yet. I'm sure as soon as the higher ups find out they'll attempt something."

He helped Mark pick up the body and dumping it in a coffin in the back of the Undertaker's carriage. The Undertaker frowned. "Be careful, boys. Try to be respectful of the dead."

"We'll head home, Undertaker," Peter said. "We need to report in."

The Undertaker nodded and Mark waved as he ran after Peter. Grell waved back as he disappeared from sight. Well, Mark wasn't the worst of the bunch, he wasn't too bad. Normally he'd dislike anyone who was a challenge to Alan for Eric's love. They were the perfect couple after all.

They'd started out at complete opposite ends of the personality scale. Eric had been a cold, promiscuous arrogant jerk with friends to match and who's attitude meant his supervisors before William hadn't trusted him with any difficult work, which only made him worse, and Alan had been a sweet, quite, virginal student, given to him to coach through his exams. If there was one thing Grell loved it was romance and he'd seen it coming from a mile off. It was obvious. Two such different reapers, from different ends of the scale, forced together like that? It was always going to end in romance. They'd taken their sweet time about it, even once the laws allowed them to be together and Eric had got Alan's boyfriend out the way, and Grell was beginning to think he was wrong, especially when Eric and his friends had been talking about sleeping with Alan for a bet. He was just about to give up when, after spending the night with Eric and the morning alone in hospital, Alan told him he never wanted to see Eric again. Only, just to confuse him, and prove him right, when he'd gone in again that evening, Eric was on the hospital bed next to Alan with the little brunette dozing with his head on his lap. It was a classic romance.

Mark was different though. He admitted to being absolutely, madly in love with Eric but he didn't want to steal him from Alan. In fact, he pushed him to stay with Alan. When they'd fallen out, when Eric was hiding out after faking his death, he'd pushed Eric and Alan to make up again. Grell had asked him why once. He doubted he was the only one. It was simple, according to Mark, and something Grell felt a great deal of sympathy for. Alan made Eric happy. Eric loved him, so Mark stood aside to let them be happy. It was the same with Grell. Obviously, he loved William, but Ronald made him happy. William didn't seem to see it the same way, he said there was never any chance he'd manage to steal him from Ronald even if he tried, but Grell didn't believe him.

The Undertaker shut up the coffin and locked the back of the carriage. Wandering over, giggling slightly, he offered Grell his hand to help him up onto the carriage. Glancing over, he took the Undertakers hand, letting him help up and settled on the seat as The Undertaker climbed up next to him.

"Not the most fun you've had in London, I'm sure," he chuckled. Grell folded his arms, shivering slightly as the cold night air of the human world rushed through him. The Undertaker giggled and slipped a robe around his shoulder. "It never hurts to be a gentleman, does it, my dear. I did bring you out here, after all. I'm sure you've got better things to do than pick up my clients."

"I've had worse first dates," he grumbled.

The mad giggling brought home how that sounded and he glared over at the older reaper. He hadn't meant it like that! He meant that he'd been on first dates that worse than this not that it was a... He sighed and shook his head as the Undertaker calmed down to quiet chuckles.

"You're rather forward, my dear. I don't even remember asking you on a date." Grell groaned and buried his head in his hands. "Or am I merely being senile again?"

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it, you old loon." He folded his arms and glared over. "Take me home."

"Of course."

He set the pair of horses off at a gentle, steady trot down the country lane back towards London. Grell shivered against and pulled the Undertaker's robes tighter around him, covering his legs. It smelled woody too. He'd expected it to smell like death, even if the funeral parlour hadn't. He'd thought it was the coffins that made it smell that way but why would his clothes too?

"Where do you keep these horses?"

"Around the back." He looked at her like it was obvious. "I pay a child to look after them. He does a wonderful job. I have three in case one's ill. She's at home right now. Don't tell these two, but she's my favourite." He chuckled and Grell frowned. There was something almost sad in his eyes. "She reminds me of someone I knew, a long time ago. I called her Claudia."

"A girlfriend?"

They stopped suddenly and the Undertaker slipped off the carriage, offering Grell his hand. "Time to go home, I would think, my lady. Keep the coat, bring it back to me tomorrow. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

Grell jumped down and glared up at him. Ignoring his question. The nerve. He pulled the robes off handed it to him. "I don't need you charity. I'll be fine on my own."

"As you wish. Do be careful, my lady."