A/N: I wanted to upload this earlier, but I spilt boiling wter over my hand... yeah, I've had my hand in a bowl of cold water for the past four hours and it's still killing me. So, this is the last chapter. You might get a sequeal preview chapter if you're lucky. I want to put up the last of my Christmas fic for Christmas eve (the Eric chapter no less, because i felt so guilty about writing him out) and in a few days, the sequeal (in which a certain gorgeous blonde reaper will be returning) and some lemon for you this chapter. Have fun, and thank you for all the reviews so far.
"Ah, Mr Spears, I was just looking for you."
William turned slowly. A young reaper was watching him. He frowned. Marcus Rayburn, a reaper of average height and build, medium blonde hair and... well, an all round average man who was only a few years older than Alan, but a Senior Officer and a good, honest hard worker.
"Yes, Mr Rayburn?" William said.
"I was sent to tell you that they've just found Miss Finch," Marcus said, handing him a report.
William nodded. "I wasn't aware she was missing."
"Since yesterday," he replied calmly. That was good. William was getting tired of scared, trembling little reapers coming up and getting upset. "You were to be informed because you and she had history."
"And?"
"She's dead," he said. "Murdered."
"Obviously," William muttered. "How?"
"Conflicting evidence," Marcus said. "Her soul was missing- assumed taken by a demon- however the wounds indicate restraint and use of a death scythe. It's been rules she had her own scythe turned on her and her soul eaten." William nodded. "Mr Spears, I know it might seem inappropriate, but I know you're looking for another reaper in your division and-"
"You want to be considered," he said, folding his arms. "That's forward of you."
"I thought it would be best to be forward about it," he replied. "I understand the situation with Mr Humphries, I understand the reputation your division has for shortening careers and for quick transfers, I understand the challenge and I thought it was best to talk to you directly. I know your word is weighs in heavily on decisions about your division and I thought it would be best to talk to you directly. I work hard and I like to think I'm good at what I do. I'm merely asking for your consideration. It would be an honour to work with you and your division."
"I appreciate your honesty, Mr Rayburn," William said. "I will certainly look into your file and take you into consideration."
"Thank you, Mr Spears."
William nodded and turned into his division's office and through to his office. The desks had been all pushed into the middle of the room and covered in dirty paint covered sheets. The desks had been cleared off and everything being kept in boxes. Ronald had ended up doing most the work. Alan had been with him, sitting numbly in a chair, just watching quietly. William was sure he was trying to be strong, but of course it wasn't that easy. Currently, his three subordinates were working with Michelle and her division to repaint the office. Alan was sitting on the desks, mixing the paint and pouring it out into buckets. William had decided recently that it was time for a change. Too much had happened this year. It was time for a change. They were moving offices, so everything had to be put back how it was when they'd moved in.
Michelle was removing the division number from the door, while Ronald and the other younger officers painted the main office walls. William was half supervising them- although he trusted Alan and Michelle to at least keep some order there- and kept most his attention on Grell who had somehow talked William into letting him help with his files. He wouldn't have agreed but he didn't trust Grell with paint and the office had to be ready by that evening.
After two long, difficult months Alan was going to return to fully active duty the next morning. He would have a new partner to work with as well. Although William wasn't sure that was saying much. History had taught him that it would take a long time before they found someone permanent. They didn't really need partners. Grell worked alone most the time, and Ronald- Grell's official partner- worked with William or on his own more than with Grell. William very rarely worked with anyone other than Ronald. Alan and Eric were the only ones who routinely worked together and since Alan no longer had to worry about an attack, he didn't really need to work with a partner.
None of the candidates seemed appropriate though. Just like finding Eric and Grell had taken years and Alan could be just as disagreeable as the others. His entire division was made up of difficult, anti-social children when he thought about it. If someone didn't fit in they weren't going to stay long. Most people would have taken a chance to get away from supervising them, but... He almost smiled. He wasn't most people though. They were his idiots and he wasn't ready to leave them just yet. He couldn't see a normal, hard working reaper fitting in. Alan might have seemed like that on the surface, but he was still childish and petty underneath. William didn't like the idea of personnel sending in someone strict and stiff and emotionless. He was cold enough on his own, he didn't need someone else trying it as well.
A few hours later they were locking up the door for the last time and taking the last of the boxes a few corridors over. It was a little bigger than their old office, as something like a thanks for all their hard work during a difficult time, William supposed. It was a big square-ish room, with William's office off to the left with the door in the back left corner and a desk in each corner. They stacked up the boxes for filing in William's new office while personal possessions were put on their chosen desks after a fair bit of arguing between Ronald and Grell. William and Michelle had finally put a stop to that. Ronald got the desk in front of William's office and Grell got the one opposite him by the main door. Alan had the one furthest from the door across from Ronald, leaving the one furthest from William's office for the new member when they arrived.
After a while, Grell and Alan followed Michelle and her division out for some drinks, leaving only Ronald in William's office with him, helping him sort through his files and putting them into the various filing cabinets. They'd both been surprised that Alan had left with the others, holding tightly only Michelle's hand and letting her guide him out. It wasn't that unusual though. Michelle, for reasons only known to her and Eric, was incredibly devoted to protecting Eric and carrying out his final wishes. She had said Eric wanted her to look after Alan, so she was going to.
Suddenly, William found himself being pushed to the couch. He turned and saw Ronald grinning down at him. He rolled over and caught the back of Ronald's neck, pulling him down into an intense, heated kiss. The couch in this office wasn't the nice elegant leather of the last one. It was bigger- wider as well as longer- much softer and far more comfortable for that they wanted.
"How about we break in the new office?" Ronald panted.
"Hmm, I think that might be appropriate," William said with a small smirk, tracing his fingers along Ronald's jaw. "I have to make sure you approve."
"I know," he laughed, climbing up on all fours over William. "If it's doesn't feel right having sex in here then I'm afraid we're going to have to move."
"Of course."
"And... since we're having a changeup-"
"No."
"Aw, come on!"
"No."
Ronald pouted, glared down at him, then leant down and claimed his lips, tangling his fingers into his hair as William wrapped his arms around him. As always, Ronald groaned and arched his back slightly as William ran his hands over him. Ronald wasn't exactly hard to get worked up. William was pretty sure he could just look at Ronald and think dirty thoughts and the blonde would be turned on.
No matter how difficult the year had been, he finally had Ronald as his own after so long of watching him from a distance. The little blonde almost moaned loudly into his mouth as William gave his rear a firm squeeze, pulling him down against him forcefully. He tossed his head, gasping and giving William the perfect opportunity to nip roughly at Ronald's neck, causing the smaller reaper to arch his back and give a sharp cry, suddenly stopping his attempts to get William's shirt off.
"William," he cried, clenching his fists against William's chest, laughing weakly. "You wanna play rough, do you? You know I'm stronger than you?"
"While technically true..." William murmured against his neck, taking great pleasure in the soft moan and shivers he caused. He smirked and pulled off Ronald's top while he was distracted, tossing away carelessly and glancing over his soft, slightly tanned, sweat slicked skin and firm, toned muscles. "I've yet to see you use your full strength against me."
"I could start," Ronald said. He paused for a moment and William lay still and quiet for him, watching with a quiet amusement as Ronald stuck his tongue out in concentration, trying to get the buttons undone but his rushing was making him clumsy. "For heaven's sake..."
William smirked and took his hand gently, kissing his fingers. "What's your hurry, love?"
"Knowing our luck, Grell's about it burst in."
He smiled and nodded. It was unfortunately true. He drew Ronald back down and trailed kisses over his throat down to his shoulder, letting his hands slowly explore the strong, slim body above him. Ronald arched his back suddenly, letting out a breathy moan.
"No more games," he groaned, grabbing William's belt. "Get these off."
"Ah, you're so impatient."
Ronald grinned and pulled open William's pants, slipping them off his hips just enough to free his firm arousal. William hissed slightly as the cold air hit his heated skin and Ronald chuckled softly, slowly wrapping his fingers around his member and giving a quick tug. He grunted and bucked his hips, firming up considerably. Despite his age, Ronald knew what he was doing. That was something else William loved about the blonde; he was experienced enough to know how to please him without needing too much guidance or encouragement, but he was still young and William could still find ways to surprise him things he'd never tried before. It was gorgeous to see Ronald looking nervous- a blushing, embarrassed child.
William let his head fall back with a quiet groan as Ronald leant down and a gorgeous wet heat surrounded him. His fingers slid absently into Ronald's soft, thick hair, guiding him closer without thinking, hot shivers shooting up his spine, thrusting lightly as Ronald ran his tongue along his full length with perfectly practised ease. That was something Ronald had never needed any guidance with. He moaned Ronald's name softly, letting his eyes slide closed and Ronald giggled slightly, his mouth vibrating around him, making William gasp and clench his fist in Ronald's hair.
"Had enough?" Ronald murmured.
After a moment trying to catch his breath, and glaring at Ronald for stopping so suddenly, he sighed and ran his fingers lovingly over Ronald's jaw and gently brushing over his moist lips. Ronald was absolutely incredible, even if he didn't believe it. He pulled off his glasses and managed to toss them onto the coffee table- somehow managing not to break them- and leant over him. William groaned as their bodies slid against each other, their hips grinding together and their arousals brushing together.
"Boss," he breathed against his ear. "Please, I'll make it so good. I want to make you mine. I want to claim your body as my own. God, I want this so badly. Please. You trust me, don't you?" William turned to him slowly, gazing into those huge, stunning eyes. Ronald wasn't lying to him and he did trust him but still... As if reading his mind, Ronald sighed and nodded, pulling down his own pants and moving to sit astride his hips. "We're going to have serious words about this, William, you've got to learn to share the fun."
"Don't try to tell me off when you're pretty much naked, Ronald," William panted, bucking his hips against Ronald behind and the blonde gave a low moan. "What are you doing?" Ronald smirked and grabbed William's wrists, wrapping his belt around them and fixing the buckle so William couldn't get lose. "What the- Rona-"
He was silenced by a rough kiss and Ronald pushed his tied wrists above his head and over the arm of the couch. If it hadn't been so intense and heated, William would have told him off for daring to be so forward as to tie him up but the sight of his little blonde lover over him and the feeling of his body him was completely overwhelming.
"We've spent so long working out all my little issues, boss," Ronald said quietly. "We've forgotten all about you and how you're such a control freak. So, we're going to start small and take just a little bit of you control at a time."
"Ronal- ah!"
Any coherent thoughts shattered as Ronald shifted, hissing and gripping his arm as his hot, tight, unprepared entrance took his length. William groaned and bucked his hips without meaning to causing Ronald to cry out, swearing loudly, his eyes losing their hazy and lust filled look. Forcing himself to be still, William waited quietly for Ronald to relax and adjust. After a few torturous moments, Ronald rocked his hips slightly and William groaned softly, moving his hips to meet Ronald's and twisting his wrists slightly, trying to get loose. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the little blonde on his lap, moaning and swearing as the pain faded and the hungry, lustful look returned to his eyes. William groaned and tossed his head back, fighting harder against his restraints as Ronald laughed softly, running his finger teasingly over his chest and finally getting his shirt open.
"You're not in control here, boss," he panted. "Stop fighting and enjoy it."
"I'd enjoy it more if I was able to... to..."
Who was he kidding? Just the dark, playful grin on Ronald's lips was enough to make him give in completely. As far as Ronald was concern if William was enjoying himself he was going to get away with murder. William would put an end to that misconception sooner or later but for now every move Ronald made sent hot shudders through him.
"William..." Ronald moaned between various curses. "I..."
Suddenly an idea hit William and he slid his arms over Ronald's head, locking his wrists behind his neck, tangling his fingers into his hair and pulling him down into a forceful kiss, thrusting up to meet Ronald's movements, moaning softly.
"You talk too much," he breathed.
Ronald looked like he was about to answer but let out a sharp cry instead, arching back and clenching his fists against William's chest, tensing up around William, squeezing his thighs around his hips. The familiar, white hot ecstasy tore through William's body and he lost track of everything but the gorgeous blonde before him, clenching his fists in Ronald's hair and kissing him once more to cover any curses of his own.
As always, there were a few moments of peaceful stillness and silence before the real world return. Ronald collapsed forwards against William's chest, panting softly and shivering but closed his eyes and began to drift off anyway.
"Oi," William whispered.
"What?" Ronald said, glancing up.
"Untie me."
Ronald grinned and did as he was told. Once free, William reached under the couch and pulled out a blanket, laying it over them for Ronald to snuggle up in. "William..."
"Hmm?"
"This is serious, right?"
"What else would it be?"
"I dunno, I just really want this, you know?" Ronald laughed softly. "Forever..."
William smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Of course, Ronald. If forever is what you want, forever if what you'll get."
"Do you think Alan's going to be ok?"
"In time, I'm sure he will be. It'll be difficult for all of us." Ronald nodded slowly. "What about you? Are you ok?"
"Of course. I've got you to look after me. We should go home..."
"Hmm... what do you think of the new office?"
"Well, it was time for a change anyway. Maybe it's the end of our bad luck."
William smiled and nodded slowly. Ronald was already dozing off and knowing the door was locked, William was tempted to follow suit. He wrapped his arms around the little blonde and closed his eyes slowly. Forever... Ronald was so childish sometimes. Still, Eric and Alan probably said forever once. He sighed and kissed the top of Ronald's head. He'd give the little blonde forever if that's what he wanted. He wasn't going to deny he wanted it too. He'd do anything to keep Ronald- the silly little blonde had come from nowhere and captured his heart.
"We should go home, boss."
"You just said that."
"You ignored me though. We could pick up Alan and the three of us can go to bed."
"It's never going to happen, Ronald."
Well, it probably would if Ronald begged for long enough, but he didn't see the blonde staying awake long enough for that.
