Recalculating
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Note: Grell quotes from 'The Merry Wives of Windsor' by William Shakespeare, slightly modified for Grell's theatrics…..and more smut, strong language….
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'Come by my office as soon as you get this.
~The Deadly Efficient Reaper,
Grell Sutcliff'
Ronald Knox hesitantly knocked on his mentor's door. He heard a soft 'thud' then someone on the other side of the door fumbling with the knob. It opened to reveal Eric Slingby. "Morning Knox," he greeted as he hurriedly slipped past him. Was Ronald imagining things or was Eric's clothes more rumpled than usual? He also thought he had caught a whiff of Grell's perfume. As soon as Ronald stepped foot inside his face was buried in the fabric against Grell's chest.
"Ronald, I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? It was most unladylike for me to take my frustrations out on you, my sweet child."
"S-senp-" Ronald tried to speak but his face was too buried to do so without getting a mouthful of fabric.
"Have I lived to be carried in a basket like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown into the Thames? Well, if I be served another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and butchered, and given to a dog for a new year's gift." Ronald tried tapping Grell's arm but he was too wrapped up in his theatrics to notice. "That rogue slighted me into a river with as little remorse as he would have drown'd a bitch's blind puppies. I had been drowed, but I have been rescued out of the depths by a strong and handsome knight. And last night, under the light of the pale moon, our bodies-"
Through much squirming and twisting, Ronald finally managed to maneuver his head into a position where he could speak, "Senpai, I forgive ya, just stop choking me!"
"OH!" Grell released the hold he had on the young reaper. He leaned, gingerly, on the edge of his desk. "I tell you, Ronnie, sex is a great stress reliever."
"Ya got lucky last night, huh?" Who was the vic-, er, I mean lucky guy?'
Holding out a manicured finger, Grell tutted at him, "Now, Ronnie, haven't I taught you better manners than that?" He playfully chided before grinning and asking slyly, "Do you really want to know?"
The pause had given Ronald a chance to rethink and declined. He'd rather not know. If he was close friends with whoever it was, things might get a little awkward. Grell was like a mum, in a weird sort of way. "While I'm here, is there anything you need to go to the boss?"
Grell thought it over, "No, Ronnie, dearest, today I'm taking it myself." It was a new day and Grell was a new woman. She would face the man who had screwed her over, or rather, hadn't and get him out of her system once and for all. She had been afraid seeing William would weaken her resolve to give him up. It was time to face her fears. 'You can do it, girl.'
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William whistled as he fed his pet fish. Still dressed in his pajamas and kept whistling as he got ready for the morning. Breakfast was half a grapefruit and a piece of toast with a cup of black coffee. Suit on, tie, gloves, hair slicked back, today was the day. He was going to see Sutcliff…To make sure he wasn't getting into trouble that is. That is, on his lunch break, a time that was swiftly approaching. A gentle knock sounded on the door. That must be him now. He doesn't usually knock though. Perhaps, he could get away with merely inquiring of Mr. Knox as to Sutcliff's well-being.
"Come in." The door opened and the person presumed to be Ronald Knox walked in. "Thank you, Mr. Knox, you can set them right there, if you please." He heard the footsteps approaching his desk. As they drew near, he caught the scent of a familiar perfume. 'Thump'. Ronald Knox doesn't wear perfume. Only one person he knew wore that perfume. 'Thump'. He looked up. 'Thump'. It was him, it was Grell. Not just any version of Grell. It was the Grell he had graduated the academy with, his Grell. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.
"It's impolite to stare," the red head barked at him.
Grell had let himself in. There he was, in his usual place at this hour. Grell's heart skipped a beat. 'None of that now. You're sworn to hate the man.' He frowned and hardened his heart as he walked across the room at the other reaper's behest. Those cold, unfriendly eyes looked up at him. Wait. They aren't cold. They aren't unfriendly. It was something else. William's gaze held. 'What is he staring at?'
"It's impolite to stare," he scolded harshly. "Here's your bloody paperwork." All but slamming it down, he turned to leave, but something stopped him. William had reached across the desk, half standing to do so.
"I did not give you permission to leave." Grell watched the man awkwardly round his desk, not letting go of his hand to come stand in front of him. Why couldn't he just let him leave? William raised his other hand to Grell's cheek, gloved fingers caressing the skin beneath them. Then hooking a finger under Grell's chin, he tiled the man's head back, lowering his own to place his lips softly on his in a tender kiss. This wasn't supposed to happen! 'No, no,' "No!" He pulled himself free from William. "No more," his voice quiet, glaring at the brunet before fleeing the room and leaving a confused William to himself. William stared after him.
"It seems I have miscalculated something."
'Run after him, you dolt.' By the time William made it into the hall, Grell was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't in his office either. He really could not spare the time to wait, but he would wait as long as he could. He set himself down in the chair in front of the desk.
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He needed to fuck. Pure and simple. He flew down the hall in search of Eric Slingby. He burst into the office shared by Eric and Alan. Alan smiled and greeted him.
"Get out!" he shouted back. Alan started. Tea suddenly sounded lovely right now. He picked up a couple of files from his desk and scurried out of the room.
"Fuck me."
Eric raised his eyebrows. "What?"
Grell grabbed him by his tie and pulled his face close to his own. "I said, 'fuck me'."
He wasn't sure he had any lube on him, but he reckoned he could check his desk. That wasn't his main concern, however. Grell wasn't exactly quiet during last night's romp. In fact, he was rather loud. Screams of pain it sounded like. Bleedin' Hell, ya'd think Eric was murdering him. "Here? Now?"
"Yes, bend me over that fucking desk and fuck my brains out!" he screamed at him. Eric jumped to his feet and searched his desk for some lubricant. Grell came over, undoing his pants on his way. Eric found it and Grell bent himself over the desk, his little rump poised in the air. The sight of Grell's bare ass, Eric's pants grew very tight.
"Ya know," Eric began as he started preparing Grell for his entry. "These walls aren't exactly soundproof. Do you think you can keep it quiet?"
"Let them hear."
"For my sake?"
"Fine," he gave in huffily. Eric unfastened his pants to expose his cock. He inserted a slicked finger and began to work the muscles of Grell's entrance, reaching around Grell's slim waist to grab the red head's balls and massaging them. "Mm that feels good, Eric." Eric stroked his hand along Grell's hardened cock. Eric inserted a second finger and had only just begun scissoring when Grell couldn't stand it anymore. Ready or not, he wanted Eric inside him now.
"Enough," he growled, "Come inside me Eric."
"You'll be sore later."
"Just do it!" Eric didn't argue any further. He applied the lube to his hardened member, gripping Grell by his hips, his tip brushed against Grell before pushing in with a grunt. Bleedin' Hell, he was tight! After a moment he pushed further in. Grell bit his lip to keep and whimpered. Eric slowly pulled out to the tip before pushing back in all the way, gradually building up momentum. Grell whimpered some more, then hissed when Eric thrust particularly hard. So he began to slow down, for his sake. Grell turned his head and glared at him over his shoulder.
"Don't you dare fucking stop!" he ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed as he wondered what he had gotten himself into. Shy, nervous Grell was gone. The gentle, yet passionate lover he had been snogging with not long ago had been replaced with scary, volatile Grell. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He took Grell's cock into his hand once more. His other hand snaked up under Grell's remaining clothing and ran his fingertips along his back. His skin was so soft and smooth, he couldn't help but marvel. Grell quivered beneath his touch.
"E-Eric…Nn…harder," Grell moaned.
Eric complied, thrusting with more vigor. "Oh fuck," Eric muttered as his eyes rolled back. Grell tightened even further. Pressure building in his abdomen. Eric was going to come. "Fuck, Grell." He jerked as he filled his partner and rode out his orgasm. The feel of Eric's dick pulsing inside him sent Grell over the edge, coming into Eric's hand, moaning with delight.
"Oh, God, my eyes, I did not just see this!" The last thing he had expected to see when walking into the room was his drinking buddy with his mentor bent over the desk. The couple stared in horror at being caught with their trousers down by Ronald Knox, who stood there with a hand over his eyes and the palm of his other hand held out towards them.
"Bloody Hell, shut the door before the whole world sees us!" shouted Eric.
"Right, let me know when you are decent." Ronald stepped out into the hall and shut the door behind him, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. That was awkward.
"You okay, Red?" Eric asked once they were alone.
"I'm not any worse than I was before," he fibbed as they cleaned themselves up. In actuality, he felt like he could barely move. That which had started out as a dull ache, had escalated into even bigger pain. But he only had himself to blame for that.
"You can come in now, Ron," Eric called as they adjusted the last vestiges of their clothing to their proper places.
"Knock next time," Grell snarled as Ronald came back into the room.
"Believe me, I've learned my lesson. Will's looking for ya, Senpai." He thrust his hands into the pockets of his blazer.
Grell scowled, "What does he want?"
"I don't know, but he didn't look happy."
"Well, if you see him, you can tell him from me, that I said he can take his scythe and shove it up his ass." He stepped carefully to the door. "I'll be in my office if you need me."
'I need to speak with you regarding important matters.
~William T. Spears'
Grell crumpled the note he found on his desk and tossed it into the waste bin. Carefully sitting down in his chair, he laid his head on his desk, fiddling with the ink pen that lay there. 'What am I doing?' He asked himself, 'I can't go running off to fuck Eric every time Will comes near me. I don't think my ass can take the abuse…And what the Hell was that, anyway?! Will wasn't supposed to kiss me. He was supposed to be the same cold hearted bastard who doesn't give a fuck about me. Oh, why did he kiss me? He couldn't have kissed me. But he did. Maybe I should transfer to a different branch.' He buried his head in his arms. He'd get away from William, but he'd also lose his friends. The small group that put up with his…uniqueness…had taken forever to find. He didn't find the prospects of having to start the process over none too endearing. A knock on the door made him sit up straight. 'Please don't be Will.' "Enter." To his relief it was Ronald.
"Eric was concerned. Thought you might be a little, um, sore in a certain area. So he said he'd take your reaps for the rest of the day, okay?"
"Tell him I said, 'thanks', but I should really do it myself."
"'Fraid I'm putting my foot down on this one, old mum. You've worked really hard lately, I think you can afford to sit today out." He snatched Grell's list before he could stop him and he was gone.
"Cheeky little bastard…Who are you calling 'old mum'?!"
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Hope you are enjoying this, my dearies. What's going to happen next? Till next time!
