A/N: Lil' bit sick, so slightly shorter chapter today. Have some smut, and Will and Ron having issues, poor things. Anyway, yes, thanks for your reviews, please keep them coming.

Ronald was sticking as close to William as he could. It had been two weeks since he'd ended up in hospital. He'd finally been allowed to return home but William gave him a key to his home and Ronald had decided to stay there. He wanted to be near William, curled up in bed with him. William didn't seem to mind. He'd hold him in his arms and kiss him all over. He was kind and caring, and Ronald wasn't really sure if it was real or just put on for him. Everything seemed kind of right for once.

All in all, he was relatively happy with their arrangement. He knew nothing about what they did between themselves, and William kept him feeling loved and treasured. What was wrong with that? And then there was Miss Clements. He was watching her, but she didn't seem interested in a relationship. She just wanted a hook up.

There was the snap of a book and Ronald jerked his head up. William had snapped shut his death list and Ronald frowned. They had a break for an hour. Supposedly their lunch break. William often seemed to get into paperwork during his lunch break. Today there was a strange glint his eyes. Suddenly William pulled him in, kissing him deeply and pressing him to the study's desk. Ronald moaned softly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him close until he was suddenly thrown over dead human's desk. A startled yelp ripped from his lips and William nipped at his neck, pressing over him and pulling open his belt.

"Mr Spears?" he stammered, staring back over his shoulder.

"No more waiting, Ronald," William breathed against his ear. "I want you now."

He snapped open Ronald's belt and Ronald tossed his head with a sharp cry as his hand slipped inside his pants. He gave a soft whine and William smirked, leaning over against his back to gently kiss his neck. Ronald twisted slightly, tilting his head and pressing back against him.

"Good boy," William purred.

Ronald was already panting softly, trembling nervously as William teased him. "William…"

He chuckled softly, sliding away Ronald's clothes so he could feel the heat of William's length pressed against him. Without thinking, Ronald mewled and rocked back against him. This was nothing like his fantasies. Alan was firm with him, but there was still care and attention to every move. This was rough and careless and rushed, but it still sent heat racing through him. Already William had slipped one arm around him, his hand sliding under Ronald's top, stroking his skin teasingly.

Ronald whined and tilted his head back, letting William nip at his skin, arching desperately against him, longing desperately for more. "William."

"Little Ronald," William purred. "You've sold that pure conscience of yours for your wanton lust." He whined as William stroked a finger over his entrance, squirming against him, desperate for more. He had. He'd lied for William, he'd kept their plan secret, even gone along with it, because he wanted William. "Won't you corrupt your soul for a little more?"

"I- I don't- Ah!"

He almost screamed as his senior pushed his finger into him but William clamped his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. He struggled against himself to calm down and breathe so the pain would fade, but it wasn't working. William was hardly making it was romantic as he'd imagined his first time would be.

"You've seen it, right? Our seal?" Ronald's eyes widened as he realised what William was talking about. The seal he'd been on Eric's back. William had one too? Before he could reply, William pressed in a second finger and he gave a pained, startled cry. "Let me make you mine, Ronald. All mine."

Ronald whimpered softly and barely used to the pain before William pressed in another finger, and this time Ronald couldn't help tossing his head and twisting desperately. It hurt too much. He couldn't do it. It hurt too much.

"It's alright," William murmured, kissing his neck and jaw. "It's alright. You know I'm not trying to hurt you. I would never hurt you without cause, I've worked too hard to make you mine. It'll get better, Ronald, soon, just relax."

"But it hurts!" he cried, tossing his head. "William, please."

"It's alright," he replied softly. He slid his hand away Ronald took a deep breath, falling to the desk, unable to think at all. William sighed, gently stroking his hair. "Ready, Ronald?"

"William-"

"It's alright, it'll be ok."

His hands slid to Ronald's hips and Ronald closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the nerves about what was coming. William pushed into him slowly and Ronald almost screamed. Again, William's hand clenched over his mouth, keeping him as silent as he could. It was a horrid, blinding pain, unable to focus on anything but the pain. His fist clenched against the desk, crumpling the papers there and William moved slowly.

"Shh, it's ok," William murmured. "Give it a moment."

Ronald whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks in absolute agony. Nothing William said or did seemed ease the pain of it. Not that it mattered to William. He wanted William to make him feel amazing, like he was sure he should, but it hurt so much.

Suddenly, something changed though, and he gave a soft cry, muffled by William's hand. William chuckled softly as Ronald suddenly moaned, tossing his head and arching up against him. "There, see."

He moaned weakly, cleaning his fists tighter against the desk. It still hurt but there sheer pleasure of every movement was almost overwhelming. He was completely lost in William's touch. Despite William's attempted to keep him quiet, his moans and pants were echoing around the study. William purred against his ear, quickly becoming rougher and more careless than even before, so Ronald hips slammed into the desk, making Ronald cry of desperately.

"I can make you mine, Ronald," he purred. "Let me own you, my dear."

"William!" he cried, William hand having slipped just enough for the sound to echo around the room. "William, please!"

"You can have the world," he murmured. William hummed as Ronald gasped and moaned. "I will give you everything. Everything you've ever wanted."

He collapsed against the desk as William released inside him, pushing him over the edge. He ended up lying over the desk, panting heavily as William drew away to clean himself up. There were still tears slipping down his cheeks and he could barely think of anything but how tired and satisfied he suddenly felt as he slowly slid to the ground. William sighed and sat with him, gently stroking his cheeks.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said softly, brushing away his tears.

"It hurt," Ronald hissed.

"But you enjoyed yourself," William replied, kissing his forehead. "And that's what matters."

"But-"

"Hmm? But what? I mean it, you know, if you agree to be mine forever…" He sighed and kissed his lips gently. "I'd make your dreams come true, Ronald."

"I'm yours already, aren't I?" Ronald whispered, glancing away.

William frowned, stroking his hair. "Ronald…"

"We should get back to work," Ronald murmured.

"We're on lunch."

"I want to work."

William sighed and nodded, helping Ronald up only for Ronald to shove him away as he fixed himself up. William caught his hand gently and pulled him around, cupping his cheeks and pressing a soft kiss his lips.

"Stop it," Ronald cried, tilting his head away. William frowned and withdrew his hands to adjust his glasses. "Just stop it. Let's not pretend this is anything more than it is." It wasn't anything. It was just mindless sex and William keeping him company. It wasn't anything more. "Stop acting like you care."

"You wanted me to care," William snapped. "You wanted to feel loved, you wanted me to show you affection. What exactly do you wanted? You want me to make love to you then just kick you out?"

"I don't know where you got your definition of love making," he hissed, his stomach churning. "But that wasn't what we did. That was screwing over a desk because you couldn't control yourself anymore."

"You think so little of me?"

"You proved me right."

"Ronald-"

"Just leave it."

He couldn't deal with this. He climbed out the window, down to the streets again, aware that William was following behind him silently. He'd given his first time to a murderer, to a man who threw him over a desk and was rough and careless with him. How had he let himself sink so low? Honestly, Ronald was disgusted with himself.

"Knox." He turned slightly and glared up at William. "There's a room at the Royal Swan. You should take Miss Clements tonight. You seem fond of her."

Ronald frowned and nodded slightly. He'd rather William took him there. The Royal Swan was expensive and beautiful, the place where the rich, noble and famous hid their dirty little secrets in the luxury they were accustomed to. Lillian would probably love it, find it so romantic but… That was the sort of place he wished his first time had been. If William had taken him there, given him attention and care and shown him wonders he'd never thought he could afford to experience… But instead he'd been bent over a desk, bruised and aching.

"Perhaps," he murmured.

'RS tonight at 9.30? Room 20 is booked, only thing I could get. Meet me? It's important. Ron x'

Ronald slid the note into one of his reports, making sure it was on top before handing them to Alan to take through to William. He watched curiously as William received the files and a small smile spread across his lips as William found the note, toying with it absently.

He'd been thinking about what William had said for the past two days. Lillian and William… something had to give, didn't it? If he continued his affair with William how was he expected to ever form a meaningful relationship with Lillian? He didn't have choice, did he? He needed to make a decision and he needed William's help to do it.

William met him as he'd requested. He was reclined on the couch, watching Ronald quietly. Ronald was sat on the bed, unable to say anything. He was just so lost. Finally, he got to his feet, leaning over William and finding they were quickly locked in a rough kiss. He wanted to be with William. Really he did.

"Ronald? Mr Spears?" Ronald's head snapped up to gaze up at Lillian. Her eyes were wide and she was trembling as he hurried to his feet only to be slapped hard across the face. "How long?"

"Lillian-"

"How long, Ronald?"

"Since before we met…" Ronald whispered. "How did you-"

"I found your note," she snapped. "I thought you were being romantic and wanted to see me… I thought you'd just forgotten to give it to me… left it in the office… it was for him, wasn't it? All those times you two were together… You bastard how could do that to me?!"

"I'm so sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologise!" she cried, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I love you! I loved you…"

"Lillian!" She was already half way out the door and Ronald could do nothing but turn on William. "You left the not lying around for her to find, didn't you? Did you do this on purpose?"

William watched him silently for a moment before sitting up and folding his arms. "You can't tell her the truth, you can't tell her what we do, she'll never forgive you and you said it yourself, the secret will destroy your relationship. This was the only option."

Before he could stop himself, Ronald slapped his senior hard across the face, the crack echoing around the plush room and the force sending William's glasses flying. William barely reacted though. Ronald was shaking, absolutely furious. How dare William ruin his relationship with Lillian?

"What do you intend to do?" William muttered. "Go after her and try to explain? Weren't you going to leave her anyway?"

"I don't know," Ronald cried. "I don't know what I was going to do. I needed your help. I didn't know. But she is the only person who has ever loved me, she's the only person who's ever wanted to put with everything I do, all the trouble I get into with you guys. She's the only one who's ever going to love me, and you've ruined that!"

William caught his wrist and pulled him around, wrapping his arms around him tightly and kissing his cheek. Ronald fury quickly faded into utter confusion as William stroked his hair and all he could do was wrap his arms around him and lean against his chest.

"Ronald, I will tell you one last time not to play with people's hearts," William murmured. "If you stay with me tonight, she'll never forgive you. If you leave and go after her, you will no longer have any use for our agreement." His arms tightened around him and Ronald clenched his fists around his jacket. "If you truly love her and she makes you happier than I can, go after her. No one who loves you would ever let their own selfish desires make you miserable." Ronald was stunned by a gentle kiss. "What are you going to do, Ronald?"