"I regret to inform you that the fugitive known as the Undertaker escaped from us," William informed the board later that evening after transporting the remains of the lich and turning in his reports. "I formally apologize for my failure to inform the board of his involvement in our case. The situation was...not ideal."
"And why did you see fit not to report such a crucial bit of information?" demanded one of the board members.
William steeled himself. "With all due respect, it was not conducive to the completion of the assignment for me to do so. Had I reported that we were cooperating with the Undertaker in order to eliminate this threat, Dispatch would have intervened in an attempt to bring him in. The Undertaker served as our guide and ultimately, it was his assistance that allowed Agent Knox and myself to finally locate and destroy the lich. I had my subordinate contact Officer Slingby at once with this information as soon as our quarry was located and the means to destroy him were open—as the call logs will tell you."
The board members mumbled amongst themselves while he stood their awaiting their judgment, and finally the head of the board spoke up. "Your results are indisputable in the matter of the lich, Agent Spears, but the fact that you withheld vital information about a known criminal and then failed to apprehend him afterwards cannot be ignored. However, you are the best-suited officer we currently have to supervise your division, and so demoting you would be detrimental to our best interests. Consider yourself on probation from this day forth until informed otherwise, and any further instances of secret keeping from this organization may not only cost you your position, but it may result in a jail sentence as well. Meeting adjourned."
William bowed cordially. "Thank you sir. Good day, sir."
He left the room and he held onto his stoic front until he reached the elevator. Will leaned against the wall after pressing the button for his office floor and he rubbed his temples. The voices were gone but his composure was shaken, and he was still feeling conflicted about the entire situation with the Undertaker. They were going to ask him to go after him again, he was sure of it. If not him, then someone else. Perhaps the board would decide that he had too much of a conflict of interests due to his past relationship with the mortician, or perhaps they would expect him to redeem and prove himself by capturing him.
"Either way," he whispered, borrowing one of Ronald's terms, "I'm fucked."
Ronald glanced down at his cell phone screen, double-checking the apartment number William had texted him; The twelfth floor, number twenty-four. It matched the fancy silver number marking the door he stood outside of.
The blond tucked his phone away in his pocket and tucked the bottle of wine he'd picked up under his arm. He'd cleaned up nicely, combing his hair and dressing up in one of his favorite 'date' outfits consisting of a tan silk shirt, black pants, and a simple black blazer with orange lining. He wanted to look nice as this would be their first date—even if they would be staying in.
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and knocked firmly on the door. William answered it after a few moments, dressed in an elegant ensemble of a dark gray suit with a deep blue tie. The one thing that spoiled the suave picture was the apron he wore over the outfit. As soon as he opened the door he went still, his eyes inspecting Ronald with appreciation. It took him a moment to find his tongue and he stepped aside to let the younger reaper in.
"Please come in and have a seat in the parlor," invited Will. "Dinner is nearly ready. You look...very dashing."
He almost said "delicious", his mind torn between dinner and the treat of a date he would be eating it with. In fact, an odd mental image of himself eating off Ronald's nude body popped into his head and Will inwardly admonished himself for allowing his thoughts to go there. He took the wine from his lover and he showed him to the parlor.
"The television remote is right there on the coffee table," explained Will with a gesture at the glass-top designer piece sitting in front of his modular lounge set. "Do feel free to watch if you like while I put this over ice and finish in the kitchen. Tonight we'll be having beef rouladen with sautéed vegetables. No potatoes, I promise."
Ronald couldn't help himself from teasing the man, "You know, the apron just doesn't fit the ensemble; you should loose it-or everything else." He winked as he stepped in and glanced around the rather lavish apartment.
Rich. Ronald knew he shouldn't be so surprised with William's supervisor position and constant overtime hours-not to mention how the man never took vacation days, but the man lived a comfortable life at home. True, it wasn't a fancy pent house with a killer view and private elevator, but it was a whole lot more than what he was used to. All his money when to one of three things apart from living expenses. His wardrobe, his bike, and his partying. He didn't even have a proper bed in his small run-down apartment.
He let out an impressed whistle, "Man, remind me never to invite you to my place." He said, ignoring the remote and choosing instead to walk around the room looking at the things on walls and shelves. "This place is nice."
"Thank you," called William from the kitchen. "I only recently replaced the furniture in the parlor."
He checked on the food and he decided it was ready to be served. He turned the stove and the burners off, and then he opened the wine and poured two glasses. Once he set those out on the glass-top table he plated their dinners up and brought them to the table. Removing his apron and hanging it on the hook in the walk-in pantry, Will took his seat at the table and called Ronald to dinner.
"I do hope you enjoy it," he said when his lover joined him. "I debated over whether I should cook something from German cuisine or something else, but I would still like to demonstrate that there is much more than potatoes to it."
He smirked wryly and unfolded his napkin to place in his lap. Lifting his wine glass, he proposed a toast. "Here's to a relaxing reprieve, before we must return to our usual duties."
Will chose not to mention that he was on probation. He didn't think he could bear the sympathy he'd likely get from Ronald.
Ronald finished getting comfortable in his seat and raised his glass. "I'll toast to that." He smiled, clinking their glasses together and causing the crystal to ring out a harmonious tone. He then took a delicate sip, not wanting to fall into his drinking habits and ruin their evening together.
"So, how did the meeting go with the board?" Ronald asked, picking up his fork and knife to cut into his meal. "I take it by the toast you just made, that they aren't going to make us go back to finish out the war collections?"
Stabbing a forkful of food, he looked up at William, awaiting his answer as he tried not to shovel the food into his mouth like a classless wretch. "Mmm, you're really are a great cook..."
William cut into his meat with a quiet little smile. "I'm pleased you enjoy it. The meeting...was rather tense. The board did not look kindly on my decision to keep the Undertaker's involvement in our case to myself, but our vanquishing of the lich tipped the scales. We have both been given a week's vacation to re-acclimate and rest up, and then it will return to business as usual until we are told otherwise."
William collected a bite on his fork and he paused, sighing. Perhaps he could part with a bit more, even if he didn't mention his probation. "I expect they will want the Undertaker tracked down and brought in eventually, if possible. He'd gone quiet for so long that the urgency of it died down, but his resurfacing again during this war has them concerned. It certainly doesn't help that he has been creating his dolls again."
"Can I ask a...questionable question?" Ronald asked, taking another bite and mentally reminding himself to swallow before continuing. "I stood up for you when Eric laid in on you about it, but the old man did say he was used to noise or whatever. You destroyed the Lich guy in that moment in order to give Undertaker a chance at escape...didn't you?"
William started to say that it was a preposterous assumption, but then he recalled his own doubts. He sipped his wine before answering carefully. "Honestly, Ronald? I'm not certain. A part of me assumed that gods awful sound would not occur, since the lich was incapacitated. Still, I wonder if a bigger part of me could not go through with the betrayal."
Ron nodded. "Thought so. The guy isn't really that bad, ya'know? I mean, I totally stand by that punch to the jaw I gave him, but...despite his crazy ways of thinking, he did help us out a lot in more than one way."
William lowered his gaze in contemplation, still clinging to the hope that somehow, his former mentor could be saved from his madness. He forked up some of his vegetables and he blew lightly on them. "There yet remains some part of the reaper I once knew within him. You have only seen a few grains of the man I used to know. Had you the opportunity to meet him as he was in my youth, I've no doubt you would admire him the way I did."
Will shook himself out of his nostalgic thoughts and he met Ronald's gaze. "But enough of all that, for now. I'd rather not spoil this evening with dark and dreary subjects. This evening is about us and our first date. The subject of the Undertaker can wait for another time."
"Yeah, sorry. I was just curious and it's been on my mind since we got back to London." Ronald chuckled almost nervously. "Man, I know we have been together for a while and I've a rep for being a great date, but somehow I still feel nervous about making this one a good one. The ways you make me feel, Will..." he reached across the glass table to take the man's hand and then he gave a smirk "I guess I just have fallen for you that hard."
Will's expression softened and he returned the squeeze of Ronald's hand. "I can relate," he admitted softly. Never before had he felt so comfortable with another reaper—not even with the Undertaker. There was no need for him to hide every single emotion behind a frozen mask, and no need to feel intimidated or desperate for approval.
Ronald smiled and pushed himself up, moving around to press a kiss to Will's lips. "Just a sample of dessert," he whispered before sitting back down. "Hey, I was thinking...if you don't mind us moving things around out there, maybe we could clear an area in the parlor and dance a bit. Let me shake off the rust before we go out dancing on a later date."
"Actually I would find that quite pleasant," agreed William. "I haven't danced with a partner in some time, myself. After we've had dessert I'll be happy to turn on the stereo and have a practice dance or two."
Will smiled in spite of himself. The night was turning out better than he'd expected. He still looked forward to going out on the town eventually, but the events they'd endured in Germany were still fresh on his mind, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to sleep without some form of medicinal aid for a while. He kept expecting to hear the voices, and he felt oddly alone without them. It made him antsy to get back to the mortal realm and he dared not admit it to anyone. William was starting to understand why the Undertaker chose to forsake the Shinigami realm. It wasn't healthy in the slightest, but hearing and sensing the dead was oddly addictive. Ronald might just prove to be the ideal distraction from his dangerous urgings.
"Great! I'll try not to step on your toes too much." Ronald grinned, "What kind you feel like? Waltz? Tango?"
"I'm rather partial to the Waltz, myself," admitted William with a smirk. He took the bite of food on his fork and he washed it down with a sip of water.
"Either is good for me." Ron smiled, "But I'm not sorry for any wandering hands you may experience."
"I can accept that," Will said with a smirk, "at least while in the privacy of this apartment."
Of course there was a danger of Ronald's flirtation exciting Will to the point of forgetting his intention to wait until they'd finished at least one date before bedding him. The waiting had been difficult enough as it was.
"Good!" Ronald said, turning back to his dinner, "Because the investigation kept us too busy for even a good snog session and I need to get my fix." Grinning, he took a large bite of food.
Oh, Ronald would get his snog session, all right. William fully intended to deliver on that front. He just hoped he could maintain enough self control not to get carried away too soon.
Thinking of the last time they made out and ended up frotting together, Will finished his glass of wine and poured himself another, before topping up Ronald's glass.
After dinner and a dessert of tiramisu, they let their food digest a bit before moving into the parlor to dance. William put on some appropriate music, and he led Ronald into the dance.
It didn't take Ronald long before he stepped on William's toes, noticing the lapse in his footing only because William winced and gave a little grunt. Ron sighed, "And here I had hoped I wouldn't blunder our first dance like that... I'm sorry, Will. I can try taking off my shoes."
"It's quite all right," encouraged William. He guided his partner through the dance steps with confidence. "You will find your feet with a bit of practice. One, two, three. One, two, Three."
He kept counting aloud to help Ronald keep the rhythm until the blond's stiffness eased up and he thought he could keep time on his own. Will nodded in approval, gazing into Ron's eyes. "Very good. You see? It only required some getting used to the steps."
"Maybe it's also my dancing partner." Ronald grinned up at him, lifting his gaze up from watching their feet. He leaned in, closing the distance between their bodies and pressing up against him as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.
William found the gesture both endearing and titillating. Here he was with this attractive, charming young man in his arms and somehow he had managed to resist letting his hands wander. The temptation to do so was getting stronger by the moment and the wine had loosened him up a bit.
Before Will knew it, he locked eyes with Ronald and he closed the distance between their mouths. The moment his lips met Ronald's he knew he was in trouble, and his hands tightened their hold on his partner's.
"Mmm..." Ronald closed his eyes, pressing into the kiss so needily that their glasses clicked together. He moved his hand off Will's shoulder and slid it down and around to grab his butt, giving it a fond squeeze.
Will nearly jumped in surprise at the bold, sudden move and he conceded defeat in the contest of who could surprise whom the most. He hummed in his throat and he returned the gesture...two could play at this game.
Ronald's bum was delightfully firm in his hands and Will gave it a squeeze. He turned with Ronald and he backed him toward the couch, his mind suddenly on other activities besides dancing.
Ronald hummed, enjoying the touches from his lover. Sometimes it still felt like a dream that they were an item, now. But they were, and William was surprisingly open to shows of affection.
"Can I spend the night, Will?" he whispered against his lips.
Will hesitated for a moment. Now that they were home and officially dating, he wondered if he could hold back any longer if Ronald shared his bed. Still, they'd never formally decided on how many dates they should go on before consummating their romantic relationship and technically, they had been a couple for months, now. Just how long did the average reaper couple wait to bed one another after they began dating? He honestly could not say, but at least they'd made it through one date—even though they hadn't gone out anywhere.
"I would like that very much," he murmured at last. He almost asked Ronald if he thought tonight should be the special night, but Will decided that wasn't a very romantic way to do things. Scheduling their first time together seemed too formal; even to him. He would just see where the evening took them.
He lowered his mouth to Ronald's for another kiss, taking his time plundering his mouth before pulling back again. "Shall we move this to the sofa, then? We could turn off the music and see if there is anything interesting on television...or simply leave it playing and focus on one another."
He knew which option he'd prefer, but he extended the courtesy of asking his date's opinion for politeness' sake.
"I doubt I'd pay the telly any mind either way." Ronald husked, "My lips on yours. That's what'll end up happening. And maybe a little bit of neck action...wandering hands..." he gave Will's rear another squeeze to emphasize his point.
His intentions weren't to tempt William into going all the way, but he wouldn't mind if that was what happened. He'd never gone this long without sexual release before. But when the time was right, it'd be right for them both.
An hour later found the pair making out heavily on the sofa. William had tried to take his time with it, slowly brushing the back of his knuckles over Ronald's cheeks as he kissed him, then steadily migrating down his body. Eventually he got the younger reaper's shirt unbuttoned and his hands explored his entire torso, before slipping down below the waist. Ronald had a smattering of light raspberry marks all over his throat from Will's lips that were sure to raise some eyebrows if anyone from work happened to see them, but he wasn't particularly concerned. They had the week off some R&R, and he could take advantage of that and mark his territory a bit before he had to concern himself with office rumors starting. Not that he had any intention of hiding their relationship, but he wasn't going to make a spectacle of it, either. Will's hand settled over Ronald's swollen package and a low sound of need arose in his throat as he fondled it. His own designer pants were feeling quite tight, the material straining over his arousal as he felt his date up.
"I think my attempt to be a gentleman tonight is fast proving to be a failed endeavor," he purred, his breath warm against the skin he was worshiping.
"Nah," Ronald whispered, rubbing himself against Will's palm, "You're the most gentlemanlike date I have ever had. You should win a prize for that...here, let me give it to you." He pinched open William's fly and dove his hand in to grip his thick, needful member in his hand, giving it a few firm strokes before lowering his mouth again onto Will's neck.
"Dear gods," gasped William. He pushed into Ronald's hand impulsively, head tilting back and eyes shutting. So much for his plans to hold back for a while longer. He simply didn't think he was capable of depriving himself any longer of what his body craved. "Ronald...that's...I really don't know how much more I can take. You've...no idea how much I want you."
"Glad to know the feeling's mutual." Ronald moaned against Will's soft flesh, his free hand moving to the buttons of Will's shirt so that more skin was exposed. He breathed in as his kisses fell over the man's shoulders.
"This is a different cologne than what you had in Germany..." he observed, "I like it..."
"It's an old favorite that I picked up after I left work," answered Will, "and I'm pleased that you like it."
He was getting antsy, desiring more but unwilling to let it progress much further on the couch. He kissed Ronald deeply, his tongue lancing in to dance with his for a moment before retreating. "Shall we move this into the bedroom?"
"Bedroom? Oh, yeah, probably should...harder to get sex stains out of upholstery than it is sheets..." Ron muttered, though he didn't move from his spot on William, still stroking him slowly and firmly.
Will found Ron's stroking entirely too distracting. He tried to concentrate, but all he could seem to do was push into his fondling hand and reciprocate the touch. Nobody had ever had such a powerful effect on him and made him feel so much at the mercy of his sex drive.
He nipped at Ronald's throat and he undid his pants to touch him without the barrier of clothes getting in his way. He longed to shove him down on the couch and just take him right there, but there were certain items he would require that he had stored in his bedroom.
"Come," he gasped, unaware of his own inadvertent pun. He stopped his fondling and he took Ron's hands in his, forcing him to pause his loving attentions as well. "We shall never make it off of this couch, if we keep going."
Ronald grinned, letting off a small chuckle, "I'll 'come' any time you wish me to." he winked before finally moving so that they could go to Will's bedroom. He didn't know the layout of the apartment, so he let William be his guide.
William's bedroom was very modernized and elegant, like the rest of his apartment. Wall sconces lit the room in a soft luminance as he guided his lover into it and hit the light switch. He closed the vertical blinds to ensure privacy and he urged Ronald over to the Queen-sized platform bed, where a bookshelf was built into the top of the headboard. Pushing his companion assertively onto the bed, Will followed him down and pinned him to the indigo sheets. He'd changed the bedding as soon as he got home, but he honestly didn't care how soiled it got tonight. He could change it again tomorrow, if need be.
Pushing his shoes off, Will trapped Ronald's mouth with his and he kissed him with intensive passion, expressing himself as usual in ways he tended to fail at with words.
"You got fancy, expensive taste... Ron moaned, "How on Earth did I end up yours?" He let the joke trail off as he pulled at William's remaining clothes to get them removed.
"I prefer to think of it as having good taste," purred William. He slipped out of his dress shirt and he lifted his hips so that Ronald could get the pants off more easily. His lips again caught Ronald's and he kicked his pants the rest of the way off carelessly, before focusing in doing the same with his lover's. There was a slight problem though. Will had shoved his shoes off as they walked through the door, but Ronald's were still on and they were in the way.
"One moment..." Will eased his body off of Ronald's long enough to stand up grab hold of his ankles and lift them so that he could remove the offending footwear. He then pulled the blond's pants off smoothly and he took a moment to feast his eyes on the sight of him—now clad in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. "How in Styx did I manage to wait this long?"
Grinning, Ronald stretched out on the bed, posing with one hand over his head on the pillow, and the other lightly resting on his bare hip. His hooded gaze locked on William's. "I haven't the faintest idea." he moaned in his most enticing tone, "How did you?"
"Perhaps it was because I was going mad," postulated the older reaper dryly—though he was only half-joking. His distraction with the situation they were in and the added strain of dealing with the Undertaker and hearing the whispers of the dead certainly had a dampening effect on his lust. Now all was quiet in his head, and he was alone in his thoughts. The clarity and relief made it much easier to focus on the moment and give Ronald his full attention.
He demonstrated this by opting to go down on the blond, rather than pin him down bodily again. He climbed onto the bed with him and he positioned himself so that his mouth hovered over Ronald's swollen endowments. Looking up the length of his lover's prone body, he locked eyes with him and he licked the underside of Ronald's length from root to tip, slowly.
Ronald bit his lip, a low groan of pleasure sounding from his throat as his eyes hooded, but stayed locked on gaze with William. His body shifted and hips rolled ever so slightly to elongate the sensation. William was so chock full of surprises once one broke down his walls of ice. Even knowing this, he hadn't expected the man would ever go down on him.
The blond reached down, slipping his hand into Will's dark, silky locks of hair encouragingly.
Pleased with the responses he was getting, William parted his lips and he slid them down over the tip of Ronald's arousal, taking his time with it to prolong the sensation and perhaps tease him just a bit. His short manicured nails dug lightly into Ronald's hips, silently warning him to be still. He drew back, licked the salty tip and then took it into his mouth again...deeper this time. That delightful blush in Ronald's cheeks made him want to start sucking him off hard, but he delayed his urges in favor of making the blond beg for more.
"G-Great Styx, Will!" Ronald moaned, his thighs twitching with the urge to buck up into William's mouth. But he behaved, his hips still under the warning of nails. His grip on hair tightened and he closed his eyes, letting out a moan.
William began to pick up the rhythm, bobbing his head up and down faster while increasing the suction on the sensitive shaft. He steadily increased the intensity of his oral pleasuring, building it up until Ronald couldn't seem to help but squirm. He felt the blond trembling and he released his left hip to cup his balls, gently squeezing them just enough to make them tingle. He felt them tightening up in his palm and he knew it wouldn't be long before he got a full load of "Knoxwurst", as Ron affectionately referred to his own genitals. The thought made William start to grin, even as he strove to provoke more of those enchanting moans from his companion.
"W-Will-You're making me-gonna-!"
Ronald cried out, unable to stop himself from bucking up, lifting his backside from the bed as he came, practically seeing stars behind closed eyelids. He gasped, twitching as his body unloaded into William's mouth, unable to relax again until it was done.
And then he felt guilty. It hadn't been much of a warning at all, and maybe William didn't like swallowing. He trembled and cracked open an eye to look at Will, "S-sorry..."
William finished swallowing the salty release, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Whatever for? That was my goal, after all. I find the taste of you more pleasant than most. You must be in the habit of drinking things with pineapple juice in them."
He smirked and he stretched out on top of Ronald, pressing light, soothing kisses over the blond's flushed, sweating face. "Relax, little goldfinch. I took great pleasure in that."
For some reason, Ronald reminded him of the small, sociable birds. He supposed it was his outgoing nature and the yellow-gold in his hair. He stroked said hair back from Ronald's forehead as he continued raining soft kisses over his skin.
Ronald flushed deeper, "Isn't that some sort of bird?" he panted, lifting his arms and sliding them around William, returning his kisses as tiny messages of affection.
Will nodded. "Mm-hmm. One of my favorite specimens to bird-watch, whenever I can spare the time for such endeavors. I plan to do a lot of it while I'm on my break from work—" he nibbled Ronald's ear and shifted on top of him, sliding his still-swollen length against his thigh, "—Heaven only knows when I will have time to enjoy doing it again, once I resume my usual duties. I don't suppose you would be interested in such a thing?"
"I'm confused..." Ronald confessed, "Are you talking about the actual birds or me, now?"
Ronald's confusion made William confused, and he hesitated. He was on the verge of informing the young man that he was speaking of watching avians, not attractive blond reapers. He started to smirk again as he imagined himself watching Ronald with a pair of binoculars, possibly spying on him through his apartment window while the younger reaper got ready for bed or undressed for a shower.
"You've managed to place the most inappropriate thoughts in my head, Ronald Knox." William chuckled softly and shook his head. "I simply meant that your coloring and mannerisms remind me of a particular bird. The bird-watching is just as it sounds. You look for birds and observe them in the wild. The invitation still stands, even if it seems like a boring activity to you. I find it relaxing."
"I think the inappropriate option is more my thing. I'm not the kind of guy who can stay quiet and still for long. Taking tests in the academy was hell that way...I'd likely end up spooking the birds you wanna look at," Ronald admitted, sliding his hands along William's sides, "so as much as I'd love to spend time with you and share some of your interests...that one is not one of them."
"I thought as much." William reached for the lubricant in his nightstand drawer, and the scent of cherry blossoms filled the air as he opened it and squirted some into the fingers of his left hand. He set it aside and he smeared it liberally over his fingers, and as he reached down to begin preparing Ronald, he watched his face. "You seemed quite shocked when I orally pleasured you, Ronald. Was that because you did not believe I was the sort of man to do that, or was it because you simply aren't used to your partners' giving you that sort of attention?"
He eased a finger inside of Ronald as he spoke, distracting him with the question as he breached him for the first time. He was tight...nearly as tight as a virgin, and that was a bit surprising.
Ronald sucked in a breath and let it out before he could answer, "The first...option...d-didn't think you'd get...down and dirty..." he admitted, then he took a pause, "sorry if you were hoping to be my first blowjob..."
William snorted. "Certainly not, after the things you've told me. I was curious, certainly, but I'm rather pleased to hear you haven't been neglected by past lovers."
He tried not to think of the fact that at least two of those past lovers were work associates. There was no room for jealousy in this relationship—not now. Of course, telling himself such and putting it into practice were not the same things. He knew in his heart that a part of him would always look at Slingby and Sutcliff with a certain wary mistrust from now on, anytime they interacted with Ronald in an affectionate manner. He supposed it was no different from how Ronald felt about the Undertaker—save for the distinction that Will had never actually had romantic interactions with the one Ronald was jealous of.
"Well," Ronald grinned, placing his hands on the back of Will's neck, "I'll tell you what you have done that is my first..." he pulled him in and locked their lips together, moaning into his mouth before he released him. "You are my first lover who I have ever waited for, whom I have fallen in love with and that has returned my feelings."
Will stared at him, momentarily at a loss for words. He himself could empathize with that statement more than he could express. He gently pumped his finger inside the blond as he forced the words he never thought he'd speak to anyone save his mother past his throat. "I feel the same. I...I love you."
"I love you, toooooo..." Ronald's admission trailed off, his hips rolling to allow William a better angle, "Mmm, And not just because that feels so fucking good..."
William kissed him, breath catching at Ronald's enthusiastic and entirely too arousing vocalizations. He himself wasn't particularly fond of swearing, but somehow Ronald's vulgarity made the encounter even more sensual to him. He added another finger to the penetration and his tongue caressed Ronald's. Will internally chastised himself as he imagined fucking the blond in his office chair—a thing which he never would have fantasized about with other partners. The office was a place for work, not personal erotic pleasures. The more he thought of it though, the more he liked the idea.
William thrust harder with his fingers—not yet rough but assertive. "How you blush," he murmured huskily, watching his lover's parted, gasping lips. "I never would have imagined Ronald Knox blushing during an encounter...or is it all inspired by passion?"
"M-maybe both..." Ron panted, moaning and shifting against the soft sheets. He lifted his leg, bending it in a curl around Will's back, "Sex isn't simple flirting, it's so much more, and...I'm finally getting the man I love. I think flushed cheeks is acceptable in my situation..."
William swallowed, his lust flaring quickly with Ronald's simple act. He stared down at him and his breath quickened. He started to gently butt the head of his arousal against Ronald's inner thigh, just to the right of where his fingers were insistently thrusting. "Indeed, the flushed cheeks are more than acceptable," he purred. "I find it rather charming and...appealing."
"I'm glad...you may be seeing it a lot now that we are taking this step in our relationship." Ronald whispered, reaching up and touching Will's cheek, "And I can get used to this view of you, too."
Will turned his head and he kissed Ronald's palm. "There are many other views of me I've yet to show you, Ronald. They are buried deep, however. For whatever reason, you've managed to bring parts of me to the surface that I thought long buried."
Realizing how effusive he sounded, William decided to stop waxing poetic and he kissed Ronald again. Close...Ron was so close to being ready for him. Practicing self-restraint was becoming quite the challenge for him.
"Well, you know," Ronald panted, his body increasing in heat with his passion. So close... soon William would be entering him for the first time. It was almost so surreal. "Journeys end in lover's meeting...or whatever it is." He tried to impress William with quoting Shakespeare. He had never seen the plays, but he had picked it up from Grell who was on-again-off-again obsessed with the playwright. He just hoped it meant what he thought it did.
"Mmm, very good," approved William with a small, crooked smile. "And we'll soon be 'meeting', I'd wager."
In fact, he felt that Ronald was quite ready for him now. He wedged the tip of his cock against the area his fingers were just retracting from, and no sooner did he withdraw them, he immediately replaced them with the thicker girth of his sex.
"Oh!" Ronald squeaked, his eye wide. No one had ever done that before. He'd always had a few seconds between prepping and insertion so that his partner could line himself up. It wasn't something he ever thought of until now when he didn't receive those few seconds to mentally prepare himself for what was about to come. Not that he was complaining. It felt wonderful.
"Th-that...you just discovered a rare first for me." he gasped, gripping William's shoulders, "Rhea, that was...nice."
"It certainly was...and is," agreed William with a sigh, easing deeper into him until he was encased completely within his companion. "Ah, Ronald...this is even more than I expected."
He bowed his head to the blond's and he rested his forehead against Ronald's for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely sheathed within him. It was practically a spiritual experience, and all of the hurt, fear and horror of the war began to fade away. Now there was only Ronald...his Ronald. Tonight, that was all that existed for him.
"This feeling...dear, sweet death...it's everything I've ever dreamed of but never had before."
He gasped it without thought, no longer censored by the chains of his conservative nature. There was simply no way to armor himself against this reaper...not while caught in his tight embrace, so intimately joined.
"You're even better than my wildest naughty dreams about banging my boss..." Ronald moaned, gazing lovingly up at William with a gentle smile upon his lips. He clasped his arms around the older reaper's shoulders, taking a deep breath to steady his voice, "Sorry about the cussing but Hades fucking damn, this feels...divine."
William began to move, locking his gaze once more with Ronald's. "Apt description," he gasped, plunging in slowly until he was completely encased, and then retracting to the tip. "I now know...what I was missing by withholding. Bloody hells, Ronald..."
He started to pump helplessly then, caught up in the moment and the pleasure. He grabbed hold of Ronald's hands with his and he pinned them to either side of the younger reaper's head, fingers curling tightly against Ron's. An almost pained sound arose in his throat and he silently imagined his companion's lovemaking to be a salve for his own troubled issues.
"Hahh...oh, sweet death save me," panted William as he finally broke, letting himself go entirely.
"No-no keep going! No saving!" Ronald cried out, his body rocking against the mattress with the thrusts, his hair on the back of his head undoubtedly becoming matted with the friction against the pillows. His arms were pinned, but he could still wrap his legs around Will's hips, using them to help guide the man's thrusting.
William was drowning...caught up in a sea of bliss he'd never before experienced. Again and again he drove his aching, swollen flesh into Ronald, harder and harder. He wasn't striving to hurt him; he was simply overcome with his lust. He made sounds he'd never made with a lover before, and his heart pounded ferociously in his chest. William bowed his head and groaned Ronald's name, fighting against the climax that was fast approaching.
He didn't want it to end so soon, and so he slowed and stopped his thrusts, holding still within Ronald as he caught his breath and tried to calm himself. He held the blond's hands tighter when Ronald gasped a protest and he pressed soft kisses to his flushed face.
"Calmly," Will husked, breath catching when his lover squirmed and forced movement. "I want it to last, Ronald. Shh."
Ronald pouted, "Slow-doesn't mean stop!" He twitched his hips to try and take William in and create movement again, "Please, Will! You can't just freeze up half way through driving me crazy!"
"Good things come to those who wait," William insisted between kisses. He withdrew slowly, and then eased back in. At the same time, his lips covered Ronald's and his tongue eased in just as slowly, imitating the gliding thrust of his length. "Mmm."
He was starting to calm down enough to resume, but he decided to tease a bit, first. William rotated his hips, massaging his lover inside while his tongue circled and curled around Ronald's. It was sweet torture, but it was worth it to William. He withdrew again and he was about to thrust, when he felt a chill in the room. Suddenly, there was the very distinctive feel of the sole and heel of a boot shoving him in the rump. William blurted a startled oath as the unexpected kick rammed him deep into Ronald.
Ronald cried out, his eyes crossing from the force William had thrust into him—another first. His glasses also were knocked loose and slid over his head and onto the pillow, the earpieces still caught in his hair.
"Holy damned fuck!" he trembled, needing a moment to recover from such a move. "Will—that was..." he gasped, shaking his head and opened his eyes to look up at William, trailing off when he spotted a tall dark figure looming over them. "Will!" he squeaked out, not knowing who the blurry figure was in the darkening room.
"What in bloody hell," gasped William, releasing his partner's hands and twisting a bit to look over his shoulder. He started to summon his death scythe, but then he recognized the flow of silver hair spilling out from under the familiar black top-hat. The liripipe crowning the hat trailed over the black-robed left shoulder, and the white-toothed grin in the pale, scarred face left no doubt of whom the intruder was.
"Undertaker, what in blazes are you doing in my home?"
"Evening, chap," greeted the mortician with a tip of his hat. He seemed to notice Ronald for the first time and by the fluttering motion of his bangs, he must have blinked in surprise. "Oh my...seems I've interrupted something."
"Bloody right, you have," snapped William as he grabbed the covers and yanked them over himself and Ronald. "What did you think you were interrupting?"
The Undertaker shrugged. "I don't have the benefit of glasses t' help my poor ol' eyes see straight, lad. I reckoned you were doing pushups in bed, or some such thing."
"Why in Hades would I be doing—oh, never mind." William glanced down at Ronald, flushing. "Please remove yourself from this bedroom, Undertaker. We can discuss your blatant trespass after the two of us get decent."
A portal formed behind the Undertaker, and William groaned when he caught a whiff of a familiar perfume. "Oh, bother..."
"When did this become a peep show?!" Ronald gasped, hiding his face in one of William's pillows just as a heeled shoe stepped from the portal followed by a lot of red.
"That was mean, Will! Leaving Alex and I in Germany like that!" Grell's shrill voice huffed before he fell silent, "...What are you...why is he... what is going on here?!" He pointed at Undertaker, not even seeing his own junior pinned beneath William, "He's a wanted man, and you have him in your room being a dominatrix on you? Darling, if that's what you want, you only need to ask me!"
The Undertaker spun on the redhead, his grin returning full-swing. "Well hellooo there, Miss Sutcliff! I'm quite pleased to see you back on your feet in your cute li'l red boots. Recovered nicely, did you?"
"Dear gods, could everyone just leave the room?" William felt the vein in his forehead throbbing and he was just about on the urge of jumping off Ronald and reaping both Grell and his former mentor.
"Shush, chap," countered the mortician. "The lady and I are having a conversation. Now, as I was saying, Grell...did you know that your superior there—" He pointed at William, "—is under the impression you aren't a lady after all? Rubbish, I say."
"Bloody Hell! Have the conversation out in the fancy-ass sitting room Will has! Nice comfortable places for you to sit, too!" Ron said, throwing off the pillow from his face and sitting up enough to look over Will's shoulder. "You both are very much interrupting something and the rude ones are you!"
Grell blinked at the sudden appearance of the young flirty blond. "Ronnie? How come I wasn't invited to this gangbang party?! Will!"
William suddenly started to consider reaping himself, if only to escape the awkwardness of the moment. "This is nobody's business save ours. Now—as I requested before—the both of you please egress from this room immediately...and do refrain from fighting in my apartment. If you break anything I shall take it out on your hides!"
Undertaker chuckled. "Aren't you a grouchy one, eh? Well then, let's leave the lovebirds to it, yeah?" He turned to Grell. "I'm still a bit confused, and it'd be nice to sort out a few things while we're here."
He was clearly more interested in Grell's sudden appearance than the compromising position they'd walked in on.
"I don't want to be alone with you!" Grell slapped Undertaker's hand—which had moved around his waist to help guide him out, "Every time I see you, you harm my face!"
"Are you deaf? Out!" Ronald lost his temper and grabbed the bottle of lube, throwing it at the two long-haired reapers, his aim seeing it hit Grell's hip and successfully gaining the redhead's attention.
"Fine, fine! But you have to tell me how you got Will into bed with you!" he huffed, twirling around and walking out the door, his hair swaying behind him.
The Undertaker paused to bend over and catch up the tossed bottle. He tossed it back at the irate couple with a grin. "Might find this more useful in the bed," he suggested, and then he followed Grell out through the door.
William exhaled with a heavy sigh, bowing his head over Ronald's shoulder. "Honestly...I have never been exposed to such deep disrespect before. It seems to be coming out of the woodwork."
Regretfully, he eased out of Ronald, his erection softening thanks to the intrusion. "I do apologize if I caused you any pain when that lunatic struck me with his boot, Ronald."
"I'll sure be feeling that one tomorrow... or maybe all week. But I can't fault you for it." Ronald groaned, rubbing his sore and sticky backside. "Hey...got like, a rag or something maybe a bathroom attached to the bedroom? I don't wanna get sex goop all over my only pair of slacks I have here-or boxers..." he sighed, sitting up and stretching his back, muscles flexing in the dim light before he located his glasses and pushed them back into place.
William stared at him with a regretful little sigh. How cruel, that their first time together had to be interrupted by a grinning madman and a crimson pervert. "After we have seen to this matter," he promised softly, "I intend to finish what you and I began, Ronald."
"So...you want me to walk out there in the buff?" Ronald asked, "I mean, I have nothing against showing off what I have, but I'd think that you'd like to keep my sexy bits to yourself."
"Absolutely not," muttered William. He got up and he went to the dresser to procure a pair of handkerchiefs. Tossing one of them to Ronald, he wiped his groin off and he retrieved his pants. "This really is not the way I intended our first time to turn out."
William wasn't generally the most imaginative of reapers, but he'd certainly painted a different picture in his mind for when he and Ronald finally consummated their relationship. It was frankly humiliating.
"You and me, both!" Ron signed, twisting his torso and lifting one leg up onto the edge of the bed so he could quickly clean himself up, "I had planned so much more thrusting and panting and kissing and screams of each other's names... never would I have dreamed that it'd be cut short by a wanted reaper who swears he never wants to be in this realm again, and Senpai."
Will flushed again at Ronald's description. "Once we have settled this matter, I fully intend to return to where we left off."
That said, he threw on his shirt and exited the room whilst buttoning the garment up.
-To be continued