This is a bit Grelliam and a glimpse of their lives together, but strictly a beautiful friendship! Also, it will be mostly dialogue. You have been warned.

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William opened the door to the apartment he shared with Grell. It wasn't extravagant, but it was perfect for the two friends. Two bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, a living room and a small balcony that Grell used for laundry because "there was no way in hell his clothes were going to touch the same place other people's underwear touched… aside from Will's of course".

The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by the wonderful smell of dinner. If there was one thing he loved most about his bubbly ginger friend was his talent to cook. It would seem that living with an uncle whom only survived on bone-shaped cookies made people want to learn how to make wondrous dishes.

William inhaled deeply. Steamed salmon, my favorite. Thank you, Grell!

"Wiiiiiillll~!" The bundle of red known as Grell tackled William, crashing both of them onto the door.

"Grell, get off!"

"I'm so happy!" Grell started jumping in a circle, dragging Will with him.

Grell's happiness was contagious. William caught himself smiling and actually stopped himself twice from willingly jumping around with him.

Wait. Why was Grell so happy?

"You got the job?!" Will asked with a bit too much excitement in his voice.

"Well, yes and no; sort of." Grell said pulling away. "Come, I'll tell you over dinner." Grell took his friend's hand and pulled him to the kitchen. They didn't have a dining room, but there was a counter dividing the living room from the kitchen that they used as a table.

Grell placed the food on the plates and introduced it to William, whose mouth practically watered at the sight.

Salmon!

"So, did you get the job or not?" Will asked stuffing food in his mouth all too eagerly.

"I got a job… just not the one I was going for." Grell answered as he took a sip of his wine.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Sebastian said-"Grell started to explain, but was interrupted by William.

"Sebastian?"

Grell nodded all too happy. Yes, that handsome douche.

"Our boss, Will."

"I know, I just didn't realize you two where on a first name basis." Will sounded a bit irritated. This didn't go unnoticed by the redhead.

"Will, are you jealous, darling?" Grell flashed him a toothy grin.

"No." Will sipped his wine. Honestly, Grell. "I just don't think it's appropriate."

Grell pouted. "You're boring." He gave Will's cheek a kiss which made the older man blush lightly. "But anyway, will you let me tell you or not?"

"Sorry, go on. Tell me."

Grell started talking about all his misadventures of the day starting with the horrible encounter in the elevator, where he practically told off his boss without knowing, and his boss calling him fat, and him spilling his coffee on himself, then the embarrassing situation where his face ended up in his boss's crotch.

William listened to Grell rant, amused as the redhead's hands flew all over the place in an attempt to better explain the situation; it wasn't really helping. William wasn't really pleased with the events, but he was able to hide it. It's not that he was jealous, per say, no, him and Grell where just friends, but, there was something bothering him with the closeness Grell and Sebastian seemed to display in such a short time. And Ciel-

"And then Ciel walked in. He was so rude, being all like 'Get the fuck out of here you stupid redhead.' And I was all like 'Listen you little punk!', but then Sebastian was all like 'Both of you shut the fuck up!' Then Sebastian was practically hugging me, Ciel was blushing, and Sebastian looked annoyed, and I was all like 'Awkward'." After nearly half an hour of continuous talking, Grell took a breath. "In the end, Sebastian hired me as his personal assistant. He said he liked my attitude, and he somehow knew I had an art minor; he said that might come in handy. Ciel wasn't all too happy about that though. He got mad and if looks could kill, my beautiful redness would be ONE MILLION feet underground." He added throwing his hands in the air to add emphasis to his statement.

"Grell, I'm not liking this. You working as Sebastian's personal assistant."

"Huh?" Grell stared wide eyed at his friend.

"Grell, there's something you should now." Will took his plate the sink and started washing it. He watched Grell over the counter, since the counter was attached to the sink.

"Go on." Grell pouted. He hated when William paused for dramatic effect.

"Well, there were rumors going around." William started as he dried off the plate. Making his way to the couch, with Grell close behind, he continued. "About a year ago, Sebastian had a personal assistant. His name was Ashe, and he had the biggest crush on Sebastian. He'd always be talking about the boss, and one day, he walked into the office really happy ranting about how Sebastian asked him out to dinner, not as employer-and-employee, but as two friends."

"And you think I'm going too-?" Grell laid on the couch, his legs on Will's lap and his head on the arm rest.

"No." Will loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first three button of his shirt. "Let me finish."

"Pfft."

"About two weeks after the incident, Ashe told us that Ciel was blackmailing him. That supposedly Ciel had told him that if he didn't leave the company, more specifically Sebastian, Ashe would pay."

"That's not true. Ciel is like what? Eighteen? Nineteen? What could that poor kid possible do?"

"Well, yeah." By now, Will had unconsciously started rubbing Grell's leg with his left thumb. "Anyways, we didn't give no mind to Ashe, thinking he was making it up to get attention. But, like two weeks later, when we arrived, the entire floor was flooded with pictures of Ashe coming out of his shower naked and revealing a horrible secret."

"Secret?" Grell sat up to look at William, his curiosity rising. What could be worse than having a naked picture of you flooding the floors of your work environment?

"Well, Ashe was a man. He wanted to be treated like a man and he had the upper half and inside anatomy of a man. But… Ashe had the nether regions of a female."

At this revelation, Grell's eyes shot open. "Poor soul."

"Yes, well, Ashe was humiliated to say the least. He didn't even wait for an elevator to open. The moment all eyes turned to him, he ran down the stairs and, obviously, never came back. But, what bothered me most about that sinerio was Ciel."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Ashe had said Ciel threatened him, though no one believed it; I don't think even he believed it himself. Anyways, as Ashe ran to the stairs, I turned to look at Ciel, and I could have sworn I saw that kid smiling with triumph."

Grell pouted and pulled his legs to his chest, resting his chin on his knees.

There's no way! Sure that kid is mean, but to go as far as to basically destroy someone's life? Impossible! And all for what? Sebastian?

As he thought of this, his mind played the events that transpired that afternoon.

Ciel did seem a bit angry that Sebastian had hired me. He seemed mad just because I was there. Hmm…

Grell looked at Will over his red rimmed glasses. He had such a serious expression on his face. With a wink, Grell reached over to Will and ruffled his hair.

"Hey!" William was annoyed.

"Don't you worry about me, Will. I'm a big boy. Besides, there's no way Ciel could have done that. It was probably someone else."

But who?

"I guess. Just be careful alright. And congrats on getting the job. Now you can actually help pay for rent." Will teased.

"Hey!" Grell got offended. "You said cooking and cleaning was enough!"

Will stood up as he laughed. "I'm just teasing you. Pick a movie; not some dumb lovey dovey shit though. I'll go make popcorn."

Grell smiled and rolled off the couch.

"Spontaneous Movie Night!" he shrieked as he crawled his way to their movie collection.