A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I got pulled out to a fancy dinner. Love fancy food, hate having to dress up. However, to make up for it, some actual plot. I love the way Eric and Will interact. They're so much fun. And the weirdness begins. I would love lots of reviews please, and thanks for all the lovely reviews so far.

"Eric," Ronald cried. "Eric, don't!" Eric didn't look up. "Eric, please, don't!"

Eric just leant his forehead against his, gently running his hand through his hair. Ronald was shaking uncontrollably, Eric's arm wrapped firmly around his waist, his scythe pressed against the side of his leg as a silent threat. Ronald didn't dare fight him. Eric had him caught and there was no way he was letting him go.

"Oi, Puppy."

"I'm sorry, Ronald," he whispered. "But he's dying. I won't lose him, even if it's you. Just one more, Ronald. I only need one more and I can save him."

"Eric, whatever you need to save Alan you know I'll help you," he said, trying to pry him away gently as he could. "Let me go and I'll help. Please."

"You know I can't do that," Eric said, gently drawing him closer and kissing his nose gently. "Just one more soul and I can save him. One thousand innocent souls, and I just need one more. And you are so innocent, aren't you?" Ronald whimpered as his words sunk in and a few tears slipped down his cheek. He'd never been so scared. Eric, who had always protected and comforted him, was going to kill him. Eric smiled and brushed away his tears. "You know how it feels, don't you? To love someone that much."

"Please, Eric, please." He was begging. He didn't know what else to do. "Alan will hate this, you know that. Even if he can forgive everything else, you know he couldn't forgive you if you killed me. We're his right? His pretty blondes, you're going to... please, Eric, there has to be something I can do. I'll help you find someone else. Let me go. If William finds out about this you'll be killed."

"Ron."

"It has to be you, Ronald," he said. He tipped his head up and gently kissed away his tears. "I'll be killed for everything I've done but it's worth it for him. He'll live and he'll recover." He sighed and gently covered Ronald's lips with his for a moment. "William will kill me personally for this but you shouldn't be sad. At least you got to know what it's like to be loved."

"No, he doesn't- that doesn't matter, Eric, you have to stop this."

"Ron, I'm here."

"He does. He loves you and you love him. That's good though. Maybe they'll help each other through it."

"Eric-"

"Ronald, come on, wake up. We're here."

"It'll be quick, Ronald. I promise. I won't let you suffer."

Eric's mouth covered his once more, slowly bringing Ronald close against him. There was little more than a scratch against his back and a strange burning sensation but Ronald knew what had happened. Eric's scythe cut across his back with one easy movement. There wouldn't be any blood, no wound, no signs of any struggling. Eric was one of the best for that. He could kill by simply removing the soul and he'd leave no other signs. Very few reapers could do it like Eric could. Most left at least some sort of mark. His body gave out within the second, the world darkened and he fell back, only held up by Eric's arms around him. Everything was fading to nothing.

"Ronald."

"I'm sorry, Ronald."

Ronald gasped and opened his eyes to almost darkness. Eric and Alan were leaning over him, both looking worried. After a moment, Eric sighed and reached out to stroke his cheek but Ronald struggled away, pressing against the wall, his heart pounding.

"Ronald," Alan said quietly, gently wiping his tears away. "You had a bad dream, it's ok. No one's going to hurt you."

He sighed and nodded. The pair sat either side of him and Ronald snuggled up with them. He was still shaking and sweating, and there were a few tears slipping down his cheeks, but he was right. It was just a dream. Eric would never hurt him.

"What were you dreaming about?" Alan said.

"You remember the stories about the Thorns being cured by collecting a thousand souls?"

Alan nodded. "It's just an old story, Ronald."

"Yeah but..." He glanced up at Eric who frowned. "What if someone did believe it?"

"It's a story, Ronald," Eric said firmly. "If there was any validity to it we'd know."

"Desperate people do desperate things."

"I'd never hurt you and I'd never disappoint Alan like that," he snapped. "Do you honestly think... I would never hurt you."

"Not even to save Alan?" Ronald said.

"Well, I-"

"You would," he said.

"Ronald, no," Alan said firmly. "No one is dying to save me." Ronald nodded dumbly and Alan cupped his cheek, turning his face. "Look at me, Ronald." He looked up slowly even though his vision was blurred without his glasses. "I promise, Ronald. Eric would never do that, even if we believed the story was true. Taking other people's lives to save mine isn't an option, and never yours."

"This is what this place does," Eric said, turning Ronald to face him. "It affects everyone differently. If you let it then it will turn us against each other and make you doubt everything. Don't let it. Don't start doubting the people who love you."

Ronald nodded slowly, trying to calm himself. For the first time ever he didn't want Eric and Alan to be there comforting him. He wanted William.

"Where's the boss?" he whispered.

"Watching over the church," Eric said. "I'm supposed to be watching you two and Michelle and Grell. Although, I'd much rather be here with these two beautiful young women." Alan giggled softly and Ronald nodded. "Besides, I doubt this place will show any visible effects on them."

Ronald nodded. "This whole place just feels... wrong, you know?"

"Yeah," he said gently. "It gets worse the closer you get to the church."

"Anything happened yet?"

"It's only been a few hours, Ronald, give it time," Alan said quietly. "It's a week at most."

"I hate this."

Eric sighed and stood up. Alan sat up straighter and folded his arms. "Where are you going?"

"I have to check on the other two idiots," Eric said quietly. "Look after the kid, sweetheart." Alan nodded. "And, Ron, he does love you. He might not be able to say it, but he damn near knocked me out for suggesting otherwise." Alan frowned and folded his arms, looking a little sceptical, giving Ronald the distinct feeling that there was far more to William and Eric's fight than that. Eric had probably said it differently. "You just need to draw it out of him."

Ronald nodded slowly. He hoped Eric was right. He just had to figure out what to do about him. He watched him go and lay down as Alan returned to his bed. He sighed and Ronald closed his eyes slowly, wishing William was there. Everything felt so wrong and they'd only been there a few hours. He didn't know how he'd do a week of this.

He was shaken awake before he knew it. He opened his eyes slowly to see Grell and Michelle above him. For one brief moment it all seemed like a dream. He sat up slowly and ran his hand through his hair. He groaned, realising it was still shoulder length. It wasn't all a horrible dream. He stood rubbed his eyes and went for his glasses but Grell and Michelle grabbed him and pulled him up. Next thing Ronald knew he was pushed against one of the posts of his bed and Alan clamped a hand over his mouth to cover his cries as they pulled on a corset. He barely had a moment to think before his hair was pulled up and he was forced into a plain blouse and skirt.

"Guys," he groaned. "What time is it?"

"Six," Alan said. "Your hair does look lovely, Veronica."

"Shut up, Alana."

"Alana?" Grell said. "That's not very creative."

"It's what we're going with," Michelle said. "Come on, blondie, breakfast time."

Ronald groaned. "I don't want to."

"Come on, you've got a hard day of leaning ahead of you," Alan said. "And I'm sure you're going to have problems, so at least enjoy breakfast."

William and Eric watched from the roof of one of the dormitories as a teacher smacked a cane across Ronald's hands. He stifled a cry and snatched his hands away. The class was out in the grounds learning about tea parties. Ronald looked completely out of his depth. It was just after lunch and Eric and William had been watching out of sight all day. Ronald had the cane cracked across his hands twenty seven times already. He behaved surprisingly well, just kept making mistakes.

Ronald folded his hands in his lap as Grell giggled. William frowned. He seemed to be behaving himself and acting slightly less flamboyant and more dainty than normal. Eric was watching Alan most the time but William had noticed his gaze flickering uncertainly over to Ronald at times. The pair hadn't really spoken since the day before when they'd fought. William had given him his orders and ignored him most the rest of the time.

"I trust nothing happened last night."

"Ron had a bad dream, Alan had a mild attack, Sutcliff sounded like he was having a creepy sex dream involving you and that demon that I didn't want to ask about and Galloway stayed up nearly all night polishing her scythe," Eric said with a shrug. "I asked her, she said it was covered in innocent blood. Ron was talking about the Thorns and the thousand souls. He dreamt I'd kill him to save Alan."

"You would," William growled. "You'd kill any of us to save Mr Humphries."

Eric snarled. "I wouldn't. I would kill Sutcliff and Galloway and if I had to I'd kill you, but not Ron."

"You say that now, Slingby," he said coldly. "But I honestly don't believe you. If you could save Mr Humphries, if the only way to cure him of the Thorns was to kill Mr Knox, you would."

"No," he hissed, lunging forwards and slamming William on his back, his fist around his throat. "I would never hurt him." He sighed and let him go. "Damn it, we're not even close to that bloody church and it's getting to me. Sorry, William, I guess."

William sat up and straightened his tie and hair. "It's fine, Slingby. We both know what the church does to people."

"I wouldn't hurt Ron," Eric said firmly. William frowned, glancing over. He did sound absolutely certain. "Even if it was the only way to save Alan, I don't think I could. Alan would never forgive me to start, he would never talk to me again. I know Alan is dying, I know the chances of saving him are slim to none just like you know if there was anything I could do I would be doing it already, but do you know what gets me through the darker moments, when I remember that Alan's going to die and I'll have nothing left?"

"Go on then."

"I know that Ronald is going to be so completely torn up that he'll need me there. I'm not like you, William, I can't live for work and I can't just mess around like Grell. I live for Alan. If I lose him, I only have Ron left. I won't lose them both."

"Is that why you're so against my relationship with Mr Knox?" William said.

"I won't allow you to hurt him," Eric snapped. "I've been looking after that kid since Grell dragged him in and you've had more of an effect on him than anyone. So get your act together."

"Don't order me around, Slingby," he said firmly.

There was another crack and they glanced down to see Ronald giving a sharp cry and pulling his hands away again as the teacher scolded him on proper etiquette. Eric chuckled and William frowned, pulling out his death list. He frowned and stood.

"We've got a soul in five minutes inside the church."

"Ah, seriously?" Eric groaned, getting up as well. "Shouldn't one of us stay here to watch over them? At least that way only one of us actually has to go in there."

"No, we should both go," he said. "They'll be alright for now. We don't know what's waiting for us there, anyway. There are seven deaths in quick secession. We need to get this done quickly no matter what's happening. Let's go."

"Fine."

They walked down to the church without anyone paying them much attention. It was a beautiful building. One of the stories about it was that the man who designed it became so obsessed with it and making it right that his wife killed herself and their kids inside, swearing she would never move on until it was destroyed, so he would love her again. William found it silly, but then humans acted irrationally so often.

The pair entered the church through back door and almost instantly a cold wave of dread wash over William. The air felt heavy and clammy, so much so that William had to shift his jacket slightly, undoing his top button and loosening his tie, although he noticed Eric shivered and pulled his jacket tighter.

A small class of younger girls were in there, sitting and being taught what seemed to be literature. Eric and William climbed up the stairwell to a few pews up on the second floor, watching from the shadows as the lesson continued. For reapers they were badly hidden, but humans couldn't see them. Everything felt so close and heavy around William, an invisible force pressing against his head. He closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed his temples.

Eric swore quietly and William glanced up. The blonde nodded up at the heavy decorative chandelier. There was a shadow around the chains. That was strange. If William didn't know better he'd think it looked like a blank cinematic record.

"That's not possible, right?" Eric whispered.

"Not that I know of," William replied. "But it would appear that it is possible."

"What do we do then?"

"We do what we always do," he said. "We collect the souls."

"Ronald needs to know you love him."

"We're not talking about this."

"William. We've worked together for years, whether you like it or not I like to think there's at least a little respect here. He's denying how he feels about you because he doesn't want to hear that you don't love him back. If you don't tell him sooner rather than later he's going to leave."

"Slingby-"

"I mean it. He's one of these kids who prefer to give up hope and leave rather than carry on hoping be more hurt when it finally ends."

"Slingby-"

"Just tell hi-"

"Slingby, the souls."

"Right."

There was a crash and screams. They glanced down. Eric jumped over the railings and quickly and quickly dealt with the first of the records without incident and William stamped the page completed. Annabelle Margret Grey, aged twelve, died of... well, if didn't really matter that the book said she died of head trauma, her body was no a bloody mess on the floor, crushed under the heavy chandelier, having taken the worst hit. The next two were the ones who's been caught by the falling chandelier but her had escaped an instant death. No one really noticed them in the panic and confusion. The next girl tripped and was trampled in the panic. After that there were a few who'd been caught by falling rubble and they took a little longer before collapsing.

He stamped the last soul and complete and Eric was looking down at a small brunette. William frowned and checked through the papers.

"Slingby," he said. Eric didn't turn and William tapped his shoulder. He jumped and looked up. "We have a problem." Eric frowned and he showed him Annabelle's page. It was black. "You collected her soul correctly, didn't you Slingby?"

"Of course I did," Eric snapped. "I know how to do my job. Nothing on my list has ever done that before."

"Well, check your list then," William said. Eric grumbled and pulled out his own death list, flicking through the pages. "Never done it before, hmm?"

"Shut up," Eric growled, checking the other pages. "What does that mean anyway? They go blank when they've been stolen and the writing goes red if there's something wrong, right? There's nothing about black pages in the users manual."

"I'm amazed you read it," he said dryly.

"Alan paraphrased when I was mentoring him. So, do you know what black pages mean?"

"No. I've never heard of anything like this before." He glanced up at the broken ceiling. "There was a black cinematic record just before it fell as well."

Eric nodded. "What the hell is it?"

William frowned and adjusted his glasses to hide how he was rubbing his head. He was struggling to pay attention to Eric and what was going on around him. He knew it was just the effect of the church. Being inside it was the worst place to be. Eric's temper flared more than normal when they were there and William was aware that his self control slipped as well. The church's entire purpose seemed to be to turn people against each other and make them hurt each other.

His mind was suddenly filled with the sound of Ronald hot, pleasured cries, and he just wanted to find the blonde and throw him down not caring who was around and what they'd think. Of course, it wasn't long before he remembered how Eric and Alan were always around him and had no doubt heard it a million times.

"We shouldn't stay too long," Eric said.

William nodded, pushing those thoughts away. They weren't his thoughts, it was whatever was in this church driving him to distraction. He followed Eric out, still wondering about the black page. What had happened to her soul?

"Seriously though, William, take my advice. Tell him."

"Will you kindly mind your own business, Slingby," he snapped. "I don't appreciate you butting in."

"Then you're going to lose him," Eric said.

"Shut up, Slingby."

"Veronica." Ronald sighed and brushed away the hand shaking him. "Veronica, wake up."

There was a crack and he sat up straight to see the teacher glaring down at him, her arms folded. Alan, Michelle and Grell were watching, half worried, half amused. Suddenly it all came back to him and he realised he'd been sleeping during class. His teacher glared down at him.

"Miss Knox, falling asleep is not how a lady behaves," she said. "Stand up." He did so instantly, giving Alan a pleading glance. "Hands flat on the table and bend over."

Ronald turned bright red but did as she said, suddenly aware that William and Eric were passing by just as he bent over. He swallowed heavily and lowered his gaze. This day couldn't get any worse, he was certain. The cane was brought down across the back of his legs- for once he was glad about the number of layers to soften the blow- and he bit his lip, struggling not to cry out and clenching his fists against the table.

"Keep your back straight, Miss Knox," the teacher snapped.

Again the cane smacked against him and he arched his back slightly. He thanked whatever god was out there that corporal punishment had been against the rules except in special circumstances for about a century in the reaper realm. Of course, Grell would probably like it but he wouldn't. William would probably take too much pleasure in punishing him anyway. He glanced up to see William watching him with a slightly lustful glint in his eyes. Yes, he was right. William would love to punish him.

Actually, as he locked his gaze with William's, he felt his cheeks heating up more at that look. Another crack against his legs and his body rocked forwards, a longing heat running through him as he arched his back away from the pain, struggling not to make a sound. He would love to let William punish him. He could just imagine his boss' hand moving over his legs to soothe the raw heated skin. Ronald couldn't look away from William, almost able to feel the hard, powerful body pressing over him, his whispered voice in his ear, gentle kisses over his neck and...

"You may sit down, Miss Knox," the teacher said.

Ronald sat quickly, adjusting his skirt, blushing bright red and praying that the others hadn't noticed how hot and flustered he was. He had to stop thinking about William when he was trying to be ladylike. Even if the others hadn't noticed, William and Eric certainly had. William had on that teasing, barely noticeable smirk and Eric was laughing to himself.

"Now then," Grell hissed in his ear, making him jump. "Just who were you thinking about and what on earth was he doing to you?"

"N-nothing," he stammered, turning away.

"I'd say William giving you a good spanking," Michelle whispered the other side of him. "You're such a bad girl, Knox."

"I bet it was so hot," Grell continued. "Hmm, I wish Will would spank me. I know he wants to bend you over and smack you so hard you're screaming and crying, Veronica."

"And who can blame him," she murmured, resting her hand against Ronald's waist and tracing patterns through the fabric. "You've got such a pretty body and a sweet voice. You're such a gorgeous innocent little child." Ronald shuddered, his nightmare coming to mind. "Who wouldn't want to corrupt you, make you theirs?

"Stop it, both of you," Alan said firmly. "Don't tease him. He can't help it."

Ronald suffered through the rest of the day as quietly as he could, desperately trying to keep William off his mind. He kept getting told off but he really wasn't making too many mistakes. After dinner Alan, Grell and Michelle were going out to the gardens where Alan had arranged to meet Eric. For some reason he couldn't explain, Ronald wanted to go to his room. He was tired after his fitful sleep but that wasn't it. Something was calling for him.

He climbed the stairs as quickly as he could and opened the door. He frowned. Eric was sitting on the windowsill, watching him with a quite curiosity. He frowned and shut the door. He knew Eric wouldn't hurt him, but being alone with him after his dream the night before made him a little uneasy. Even stranger was that Eric was there when he'd arranged to meet Alan. He wouldn't ever leave Alan waiting. Maybe he was just there to try and convince him to come out. Eric stood and held out his hand which Ronald took and he was gently pulled in against the taller blonde.

"So, what had you all flustered earlier?" Eric whispered into his hair.

"Shouldn't you be out meeting Alan?" Ronald said.

"Ronald," he said sharply, pulling his chin up. "Didn't I tell you I wouldn't hurt you? There's no need for you to be afraid of me. It was just a dream."

"I know," he said, relaxing slightly. He was right. It was just a dream and he'd never been uncomfortable in Eric's arms before. He was being silly. "I know, I'm sorry. Why are you here though? I thought you were meeting Alan."

"Yeah, but he sent me up to see if I couldn't convince you to join us," Eric laughed softly. He leant down and Ronald's breath hitched as soft lips trailed over his neck. It wasn't that unusual, Eric had done it before it was just being playful, but he'd respected Ronald's request to ease off until now. Still, it was hardly anything to get worked up about. "You shouldn't be with that cold, dead man, Ronald. He's no good for you. He doesn't love you."

"You said he did," Ronald said, slowly running his hands up to grip Eric's shoulders. "You said-"

"I didn't want to upset you, beautiful."

"Eric?"

Eric caught his chin and gently tipped his head up, their lips brushing as he spoke. "You can't honestly tell me he makes you happy."

"Of course he does, Eric. What's wrong with you?"

"Honestly, Ronald," Eric laughed. He pressed their lips together, raking his finger thought Ronald's hair and pressing their bodies close. Ronald's eyes widened and he pushed against Eric's shoulders, but as always, Eric was far stronger than he was. There was no way of getting out until Eric allowed it. At least, not without hurting Eric and even then it was a long shot. "How do you not get it by now? How do you not understand?"

"Eric, stop it. It's not funny," Ronald snapped. "What's got into you?"

"Ronald," he said, stroking his hand over his back. "How do you not understand what you do to people?"

"What about Alan?"

"He's dying."

"Have you been drinking?"

Eric laughed and claimed his mouth once more, slowly pushing him down to Alan's bed. Ronald struggling to push him off but it was still no use. This was so wrong. Eric and Alan loved each other, why was Eric suddenly doing this? Even so, he couldn't deny, Eric was good and he was succumbing fast. He loved Eric, just not like that. He quickly undid the buttons of Ronald's jacket and shirt and Ronald let out an involuntary moan, arching his back as Eric's fingers explored his body.

"Eric," he panted, leaning his head back to get some air as Eric kissed and licked his neck, hands still roaming his body. "Eric, stop. This isn't right. Get off."

"Ah, but Ronald," he whispered against Ronald's ear. "This is what you want more than anything. To be handled with care and respect by someone who loves you. And I do, Ronald. I love you so much. More than you can imagine."

"I don't... Eric, I don't understand. Why are doing this? What about Alan?"

Suddenly Eric was yanked away and Ronald was gazing up at William. He looked absolutely furious. For one horrible second he thought William might have been angry enough to kill Eric there and then but a moment later the fury was replaced by cold indifference as he turned to Eric.

"Well, well," Eric said, tilting his head. "You actually care enough to get annoyed at his disloyalty. Or are you just that bad at sharing? That's all you are to him, Ronald, you do know that, don't you? You're a possession, an object. Nothing more. He'll never love you like you want."

"William, I-"

"Quiet, Miss Knox," William said, never taking his eyes off Eric, who was slowly pacing closer. "I know it wasn't your fault."

"No, it wasn't, was it?" Eric said.

He laughed and rested his arms on William's shoulder, completely ignoring how William clenched his fist around his scythe. Ronald stood carefully, prepared to get between them in case Eric pushed his luck too far and William snapped. This was not the Eric he knew. Either the church had affected him more than he'd imagined and Grell hadn't been exaggerating his stories or he'd been so wrong about Eric the entire time he'd known him.

"It's not his fault you don't love him," he continued. "It's not his fault that you only see him as a possession that doesn't deserve to be happy."

"Stop it," Ronald snapped. "Just stop it, Eric."

"It's alright, Miss Knox," William said. "I'll deal with him."

Ronald frowned as William leant in and whispered in Eric's ear. He couldn't make out what William said but it sounded a lot like 'you know I love him' but a nagging voice told him it couldn't have been that. Before the shock of it faded there was a snap and William's scythe tore through Eric's stomach.

"William," Ronald gasped. "What are you-"

He stopped dead as Eric's body turned into dark cinematic records that flew away with a fluttering sound and vanished into the walls and floor. His mouth hung open, just staring at William and the spot where Eric had been a moment ago. It didn't make any sense. He'd never seen cinematic records that were black, and they couldn't take forms or have their own minds and... he'd seen a reaper die before, they didn't turn into records. He was only brought back to the real world when William took advantage of his gawking, covering his mouth with his own and slipping his tongue past his parted lips. Ronald's eyes widened slightly and he gave a squeal of surprise before realising it was only William and returning the kiss fully, wrapping arms around him and trying to put what had just happened out of his mind.

"You're lucky I came by," William said, sitting on the bed and drawing Ronald onto his lap. "Who knows what could have happened."

"I would have handled it," Ronald said, pouting slightly. "I'm not completely useless, you know. If he'd gone much further I would have fought him properly."

"You would have lost," he said.

"That's wasn't really Eric, was it?" he said.

"No, it's whatever's here," William replied quietly. "The real Slingby is in the gardens with Mr Humphries and the other two idiots. I told you, things here aren't at all what they seem. You know it's got a reputation for driving people to break downs. Don't let it happen to you. I don't want to have to sit at your bed side while you recover again."

Ronald sighed. "What was it then? Why'd it pretend to be Eric? And what did it want with me? What did I do?"

"It's not just you," he said gently, stroking his hair. "It does it to everyone. The last time I was here with Slingby and Sutcliff it took the form of Mr Humphries and nearly killed Slingby with his own scythe. That was a pretty good indicator of Slingby's feelings for him. It will pick up on any insecurities and buried desires and fears and twist them to use them against you."

"I don't want Eric," Ronald said quickly. He sighed and ran his hands through William's hair. "Only you, I swear." He smiled and kissed his jaw gently so William lifted his head for him. "Only ever you, boss, I swear."

William gave a soft hum of approval and ran his hand slowly over Ronald's thighs. "You are rather convincing, Ronald."

"Hey, Veronica," Grell said bursting in. William glared over and he shut the door quietly. "Sorry. What's going on?"

"Get lost," Ronald growled, glaring at him. "I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Aww, were you finally going to admit you love him?"

"I don't-" He sighed and shook his head. "I'm not arguing this with you again."

"You get so stroppy around Will you know." He laughed and shook his head. "I think it's sweet. Just like it's sweet that you were thinking about him while you were getting caned. I never thought of you as being kinky, Ronnie, but there you go."

"I'm not- it's not- get out, Grell, please," he whined.

"Alright, alright. You two love birds have fun."

The left quietly and Ronald returned his attention to William, pressing him back to the bed pressing their lips together for a moment.

"You really are useless at being elegant and ladylike, Miss Knox," he said quietly.

"Oh shut up," Ronald said. "You just walked in on me with another man and you don't seem to care."

"It wasn't your fault," William replied.

"That's not the point," he snapped. "You're supposed to be jealous. You're never jealous. Sometimes I think you wouldn't care if I actually did cheat on you."

"You're quite capable of being irrational enough for the both of us, my lady. I was under the impression my input wasn't necessary." Ronald frowned and leant to brush his lips over William's. "And just because I don't go around pouting and throwing tantrums doesn't mean I don't feel anything, Ronald."

"You are bothered then. The last time I remember you being jealous was when Eric kissed me in the hospital. I like you being jealous. Lets me know you care."

"I'll be sure to inform you next time. Now, if this is going where you seem to want it to, are you sure you can keep the volume down or are you going to blow your cover?"