A/N: Oh, this is so much fun! I love these characters!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them. I seriously do. If I did...oh my.
I regret to inform you that I failed to leave his lingerie. I have those with me. You have the real person tonight; I deserve masturbatory fodder. Know that I will be with you in spirit. Until next time, Mr. Michaelis.
His posture was off.
No. Not off. More erect.
Damn it, Spears. Poor choice of words, he thought to himself.
Regardless, Grell was carrying himself differently today. William smirked to himself. Perhaps he was in a bit of pain from the little trick he played on him yesterday, leaving him trussed up in the demon's rooms. It was all the supervisor could do to leave him like that without having taken advantage of the position. It really wasn't a punishment. He doubted Grell would cease in pestering him throughout the day. If anything, it would only encourage him. The only regret William had was not being present when Michaelis had found him and then during the inevitable intercourse that occurred afterward.
He sighed deeply, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. It had been a long night of overtime. Though when he finally retired to his apartment, he did utilize the masturbatory fodder he had acquired from Grell. It wasn't the same, but it was satisfactory.
A knock sounded at his door and the red-head sauntered in, carrying his mail. "I picked this up for you on my way to retrieve my To Die List for the day," he said, glaring at him. "And that is all I have to say to you. I've not forgiven you for what you did to me yesterday."
"Do not deny you enjoyed it," William admonished, reaching for his letter opener and setting to work on his mail. He smirked. "How long did you remain in that state?"
"Entirely too long," Grell replied with a shiver as he glanced through his To Die List. He rolled his eyes and gave the other a small smile. "Though I must admit the end result was very much worth it."
"You're welcome."
"You're so cruel to me, Will," Grell pouted, draping himself over his sofa. "How could you simply leave me like that?"
"I had paperwork to complete," he replied simply, frowning as he picked up a letter with a very familiar seal on it, set in black wax, attached to a box. William broke the seal and studied the precise script inside before reading the contents of the letter.
Mr. Spears,
Please accept my sincerest thanks for the gift you left in my rooms yesterday. It was very well received and, I assure you, put to good use.
We shall have to schedule a night in which we shall endeavor to make amends to Mr. Sutcliff for my error in judgment that began our current friendship. Unfortunately, it will not be this night nor those following for the next three days. My master has orders from Her Majesty to traverse to Sussex for an investigation in a series of deaths. I am sure your organization has already mobilized to the area.
As an attempt to apologize to both you and Mr. Sutcliff for my pending absence, I have placed something on his person that I hope you will enjoy. Think of it as an accessory to the masturbatory fodder you, hopefully, thoroughly utilized last night.
Until next time,
Sebastian Michaelis
Post Script – Enclosed in the box is your paperweight. I must say, I applaud your genius in utilizing it as you did. Well done, Sir.
William narrowed his eyes at the letter, then turned to study Grell. He could see nothing out of the ordinary on his attire. He never adhered to dress code anyway; yet something was still different.
"Grell, would you come here, please?" William asked, setting his mail aside and rising to his feet.
Grell stood up and grinned. He went to stand in front of the supervisor, wrapping his arms around his neck. "What is it, Darling?" he purred. "Miss me last night?"
William couldn't help but return the smile as he snaked his arms around the red-head's waist…and that was when he felt it. His waist, normally giving to the pressure of his hands, was firm and hard…and tight. William drew in a sharp breath as realization dawned on him.
"Don't move," he ordered, moving swiftly to his door and turning the lock. Grell watched him curiously. When William returned to him, he began working the buttons on his vest and shirt, pulling the red-striped ribbon from around his throat.
"Mm, in the middle of the day, Will?" Grell giggled, shrugging out of his red jacket. "Not that I'm complaining."
When he finally succeeded in opening his shirt and vest, William's breath caught in his throat and he released a desperate sounding whimper. "He put you in a corset?" he asked in disbelief.
"Mm, yes, a rather dull one," Grell murmured, looking down at himself. He fingered the red ribbon on the white garment. "At least Sebastian did manage to find me a bit of red. Since you left me without any undergarments, you naughty boy, Sebastian had to find me some. I think these belong to that daft maid."
William reached for the button on Grell's trousers, pushing them down his hips quickly. The garter belt and panties were black, as were the stockings. William reached for his own tie and tore it from his shirt. "Damn that demon," he hissed, grabbing Grell by the wrists and quickly looping the tie around them.
"Will!" Grell gasped as the supervisor swiped his desk clear of everything on it, sending papers, ink, and pens flying to the ground. The red-head felt his back meet the mahogany and his arms pulled over his head by the tie. William secured the other end of the tie to the underside of his desk, holding the other reaper in place. Grell struggled against his bonds. "What has gotten into you?"
William pulled Grell's boots off and tossed his trousers onto the couch. "I need to be inside you," he told him desperately, fumbling with his own trousers. "I can't stand knowing you are wearing…this and not doing anything about it."
Grell chuckled deeply, wrapping his legs around William's hips and pulling him closer. "You have a thing for ladies undergarments, too, don't you?" he purred, undulating his hips in such a way that he rubbed his ass against William's erection. "You and Sebastian have quite a bit in common, Darling."
William's breath caught in his throat and he finally freed the button, dropping his trousers and undergarments to the floor. He was about to slam into Grell without thought before he paused. "Damn it," he growled, crawling onto the desk with him and reaching into one of his drawers and retrieving a bottle of lotion.
Grell smirked and kissed his cheek affectionately. "And here I was going to let you take me dry," he purred. "I've never seen you so desperate before. I adore this side of you."
"I've never seen you so appealing before," William groaned as he slicked up his erection. "I would never take you dry. I don't wish to hurt or damage you in anyway."
"But you will truss me up, fill my ass with a glass paperweight, and tie off my bits to delay release?" he asked with a grin.
William paused as he slid Grell's panties to the side, exposing his entrance. "Were you in pain?" he asked, taking a deep breath and easing into the other reaper.
Grell moaned and arched his hips up, digging his heels into William's backside. "Good pain," he gasped.
"There is a monumental difference between good pain and bad pain," he told him, rolling his hips forward with a grunt. "I'll torture you with pleasure…nothing more."
"Mmm, yes," Grell moaned. "You like tying me up."
"I love tying you up," he corrected with a long groan. "You're beautiful trussed up and waiting for it desperately. I'm sure you came moments after Michaelis released you."
"Sebastian kept me tied up and rode me until I was begging him to release me," he said, biting his lip as William brushed against his sweet spot.
The reaper supervisor groaned and buried his face in Grell's neck, biting down on his flesh. "Say my name," he whispered desperately. "Say my name as you say his."
Grell arched against him, turning his head to kiss his lips. He batted his eyes and smiled. "Give me a reason to, Mr. B-Aver-AAHH!" he gasped as William thrust into him violently, hitting his sweet spot dead on.
William captured his lips fiercely, threading his fingers through the flame red hair and pulling his head to the side as his hips continued with a fast, hard pace directly to the red-head's sweet spot. He moved from his lips to his neck, sucking and biting at the flesh as his other hand moved down to Grell's neglected member.
"William," Grell breathed out, struggling against the tie and tightening his thighs around him.
William shivered and pumped his erection. When he felt Grell's inner walls start to clench around him, he moved his fingers to the base of the other's member and squeezed, preventing his release.
Grell choked, he eyes screwed shut. "Sadistic bastard!" he hissed, pushing his hips to meet William's thrusts.
The dark haired reaper smirked and moved down his torso, taking one of his nipples in his mouth and nipping it. Grell shrieked, William quickly covering his mouth with the hand that had been in his hair. "Office," he snarled as a reminder before biting his nipple hard and resuming his stroking as his hips continued to slam into him.
"Gaah!" Grell gasped, desperate now that his release had been denied.
William licked his way back up to Grell's ear, biting down on the lobe. "Beg me for it," he hissed.
Grell felt a sudden flair of defiance. "No," he said firmly. "After you finish, I'll take myself in my own hands and come all over your paperwork. Perhaps I'll make use of that pretty little paperweight my darling Bassy sent back in that box."
William growled and stroked him faster, bringing him to the edge again. Grell's vision was turning white when William squeezed his base again. "I'll take my pleasure and leave you tied up on my desk for the remainder of the day. Beg. Me. For. It," he snarled.
Grell was nearly hyperventilating, he cheeks flushed a bright red. "William," he cried out brokenly. "Please, Darling…nngh! I need it! Let me come!"
William moaned, pumping the red-head in time with his own thrusts. He expected Grell to release quickly; however, he kept moaning and gasping desperately. "Grell," he whispered.
"Order me to do it!" he pleaded. "Tell me to come! Please, William! My William, please!"
William kissed him, feeling his testicles draw up tight against his body. "Do it, Grell," he hissed. "Come for me, now."
Grell threw his head back and screamed as rope after rope of his seed splattered between their bodies, his muscles clamping down tightly on William's member, milking his own release from him with a muffled cry.
The red-head panted and chuckled with a satisfied grin on his face. "Fuck me sideways," he mumbled.
William kissed his lips tenderly and patted his stocking clad thigh. "Next time, my lady," he said, giving him a tired, yet sated grin. "Next time."
A knock sounded on the door. "Uh, Mr. Spears, Mr. Sutcliff…is everything all right in there?" came Ronald Knox's voice from the other side.
William's eyes widened as he turned toward the door. "Ronnie!" Grell called out dramatically. "He's gone crazy! He has me tied up to his desk and is having his way with me! Help me!"
William shot him a death glare until they heard Ronald chuckling. "Let me guess," he said, and they could hear him leaning against the door. "You fucked up your paperwork again and he's whacking you upside your head?"
"Ronald Knox! I am a lady and you will not use such language in my presence!" Grell shrieked, conveniently forgetting he had just used such language himself not moments before.
William cleared his throat. "You have the right of it, Knox," he called. "Now, back to work."
Ronald pushed himself off the door hastily. "Yes, Sir," he said, shuffling his feet as he made his way back to his cubicle.
Grell giggled and grinned at him. "I can't believe he didn't believe me," he said with a roll of his eyes.
William reached to untie his wrists. "Perhaps that is to our advantage," he said with a seductive purr. "I would not mind a repeat of this."
"Mmm, William T. Spears, you are turning into a delightfully insatiable man," the red-head murmured, draping his now freed arms around his neck. "Shall I wear corsets for you more often…Sir?"
William moaned against his lips. "I would not be adverse to that in the slightest," he said, fingering the red ribbon. "Though next time, ensure there is more red. It is, after all, your color…my lady."
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