Grell found himself bent over William T. Spears's desk, red coat and striped ribbon tossed aside and shirt and vest ripped open; hanging limply on his shoulders. "A-ah~ Will~..." he moaned, the ravenette trailing kisses hungrily over his exposed skin; strong hands pinning the redhead's wrists high above his head.
William scoffed, his usually tidy, slicked back hair falling into a state of dishevelment. His free hand adjusted the glasses on his face as he pinned Grell to the desk with his body; tuxedo jacket tossed aside on a chair. "You failed to turn in your paperwork on time, again, Sutcliff." he growled, voice deep and husky; causing his subordinate to shiver beneath him. "Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions?"
"YES!" he gasped, rolling his hips in earnest and staring up at William with lust-filled, half-lidded eyes; breath coming out in excited pants. "Please, William~"
William grit his teeth, glaring down at the red haired Shinigami before smashing their lips together in a violent kiss, the office soon filled with a scarlet passion and screams of ecstasy...
"SENPAI!"
Ronald yelled across the few yards in between him and his mentor, trying to break Grell out of his day-dream; in the middle of a reap and dodging a reel of the Cinematic Record they were trying to collect.
The redhead groaned dramatically, resting his head back against the tree he had been leaning against. They had been assigned a collection on the outskirts of London in the middle of the woods where a man had been shot during a drug trade, and in Grell's wait, the red reaper had leaned against a tree and caught himself in a dream of fiery red passion with his true love~. Too bad the love had been unrequited ever since it all began all those years ago and every time he brought it up with his darling William, he was promptly smacked upside the head.
Grell sighed heavily, looking at Ronald with a bored expression; left hand holding his chainsaw with ease as the tip of the blade rested upon the snow. "It looks like you've got this one under control, darling. I'm much too busy to deal with that right now." he said with a huff, ignoring the blonde reaper who was wrapped up in reels and being strangled with the Cinematic Record.
"UNDER CONTROL MY ASS!" snapped the blonde, struggling against the reels and trying to free himself from the Cinematic Records that were holding him captive at the moment.
"No need to cuss, darling. It's hardly nice to do in the presence of a lady." he scoffed, absently twirling a strand of red hair with gloved fingers.
Ronald grit his teeth, not daring to correct his mentor on the 'gender confusion' as the last time he did so...well it was better left unmentioned...
The blonde freed his arm, reaching out for his death scythe (a lawnmower) and swinging it to sever the stands holding him captive. "Thanks for the help." he muttered, leaping forwards to finish off the strands still flying in the air.
"Anytime, darling~" he cooed, watching as the blonde tripped, falling face-forwards into a pile of dead leaves. Grell giggled, putting a finger to his own, ruby red lips with an amused hum. "Hehe~ Grace~" he teased, standing up straight and getting off the tree; twirling the chainsaw nonchalantly in his left hand.
The redhead walked forwards with a sway of the hips, brushing several stray strands of crimson tresses over his shoulder; putting a hand delicately on his chest. "How do you plan on impressing Elz like that~?" he teased, arching a trimmed, ginger eyebrow towards the blonde who was getting back to his feet and spitting out a few leaves. Grell giggled again, racing forwards faster than the human eye could register, both hands on his Death Scythe now as he leapt and swung the chainsaw down on the records.
"ABOUT TIME, GRELL-SENPAI!" Ronald huffed, spitting out a few more pieces of dirt before leaping to his feet and rushing back into the fight besides his red-haired mentor.
A reel flew towards the redhead, Grell twisting his body and easily dodging it before tearing the blades of the roaring scythe through the strand with ease. He giggled, twerking his body in a lewd manner with a blush and a dramatic gasp. "Ah~ From above~" Grell bent backwards when a reel lashed out at his face, slashing the reel and jumping up. "From below~" A crazed grin split his face, showing off two rows of glimmer, shark-like teeth as he swung his scythe horizontally; cutting all the reels in the process. "And side-to-side~ Our bodies cannot take much more~"
Ronald nearly deadpanned, a sweat drop going down his forehead as he closed his eyes with a sigh. "Senpai..." he muttered, slumping slightly with his lawnmower still in hand. "Really?"
Grell landed on a root from a tree nearby, the red coat hanging from his elbows fluttering slightly before stilling. "Ah, dar'st thou die~? A pity 'tis..." he mused, giggling as he he looked over his shoulder at the now dead man lying on the ground. The light in his eyes died; snow dyed red with his own blood. He gave one more, involuntary twitch before finally going still, mouth agape and eyes staring up at the pink and violet sky. "Come on, Ronnie, darling. We have better things to do hear, and it's starting to reek already."
Ronald rolled his eyes, letting his scythe disappear into thin air before taking out a book, jotting it down as he read it aloud. "Anthony McCartney. Death of gun wound. Date: November 26th, 2013. No special notes." He then closed the book, letting it disappear as well, before following after the effeminate reaper down the hillside covered in trees. The blonde saw his breath in the autumn air, shivering slightly but, nevertheless, keeping his quite as he looked up at the trees without leaves. London's ever-famous fog was starting to set in as the sun went down, their shoes sinking in snow.
He started to fall behind, walking nonchalantly with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Grell-senpai, what are you doing for Thanksgiving tomorrow?"
"Not much, darling~ I was going to Will-darling's tomorrow, but he said no..." he said, frowning slightly as he let his chainsaw disappear; shoulders sagging.
"Since when has that stopped you before, senpai?" he questioned with a chuckle, arching an eyebrow with a smile.
"Oh, never, darling~ But I figured Willy would want a nice Thanksgiving." Grell explained with a shrug.
"Who the hell are you? Grell-senpai being thoughtful? Now I've seen everything!" he teased, laughing in the silent forest, snorting with amusement.
Grell gave a small smile in reply, sighing as he looked down at the ground for a moment. To think, his little Ronnie, of all people, was one of them... They didn't understand. None of them understood...
"Hey, Grell-senpai, what did Spears-senpai say?" Ronald asked curiously, catching up to his mentor and looking down at the shorter, yet older, Shinigami after several moments of awkward silence.
"About what, darling~" he cooed, looking up at Ronald with a Cheshire grin.
"About those unscheduled deaths. We've had 'bout forty in the last month." he said, frowning at the thought of all those untimely murders.
"Ah~ He blamed them on demons, of course~" he chuckled, waving a delicate, gloved hand dismissively, before shivering at the thought of his daydream earlier. Those dark thoughts crowded his mind as he muttered to himself under his breath; looking away with a devious, longing, smirk. "What I wouldn't give to have that sexy man bend me over a desk any day~"
"What?" Ronald looked at Grell with a raised eyebrow, knowing his mentor had said something he couldn't quite make out.
"Nothing, dearie. Just talking to myself is all." giggled the redhead, waving him away again.
"Ya shouldn't do that too often, Senpai. Ya might make a habit of it and turn into that old codger." Ronald pointed out with a chuckle, crossing his arms with a smirk.
"Oh~ Unnie~?" he asked, fluttering his eyelashes with a grin. "AH~ What a sexy hunk of man~! So many to choose from~! Why can't I have them all~?! From all sides~ WHAT BLISS~!"Ronald rolled his eyes, the redhead caught in his own little world where he tried to decide between the crazy geezer by the name of Undertaker, the devious demon named Sebastian, and the cold supervisor known only as William T. Spears. His mind was caught up in a dream of a foursome, a light blush across his cheeks as he hugged himself; shivering in delight. But of course, there was only one man he'd ever actually give himself to truly. And that was...
Ronald mock-punched Grell's shoulder, laughing at his mentor's state. "Come on, Will-senpai won't be happy if we don't come back on time. And I don't plan on going on overtime." he said with a smirk, winking at Grell.
"Race~?" Grell crooned, fluttering his eyelashes with a wolfish grin; eyes glittering with the thought of a challenge.
"Bring it." Ronald challenged, taking off down the hill at an inhuman pace and Grell hot on his heels.
xxx
The clicking of a typewriter, the voices of the Shinigami in the building, and the nervous tapping of William's foot filled the Director's Floor of the Dispatch.
He was standing outside of Martin's office. In his hand was another report of an unscheduled death; a woman in her late thirties, a bank accountant, no one special. However, it was unnerving. The amount of untimely deaths were greatly increasing with everyday that went by, and most of them were occuring in London. Which meant, not only would William would be stuck with overtime everyday until it was solved, his job was on the line.
William was about to knock on the door when it opened, Martin Riesenberg standing there and looking down at William with a bland expression. "Come in."
Not skipping a beat, the supervisor walked past Martin, intent on dropping off the forums and leaving with haste. There was paperwork to fill out, and he had not the time for a lecture from his boss.
"Sit down, Spears." came Martin's voice, the door clicking behind them. So much for his plan...
William sat down obediently, crossing on leg over the other and clasping both hands in his lap; watching as Martin walked around the desk and sat down in the chair across from the ravenette. "Want one?" Martin asked, taking a cigar from a drawer in his desk, receiving a shake of the head from William. "Suit yourself."
Lighting the cigar, he moved it to the corner of his mouth, blowing out smoke and clasping his hands on the file upon his desk. "Mr. Spears, am I going to open this file and find yet another murder?" he asked, looking the supervisor dead in the eye.
A knot began to form in the pit of William's stomach, yet he did not betray himself; keeping a straight face and nodding curtly. "Indeed, sir."
Martin's eyes narrowed for a moment, glaring at his subordinate before picking up the file, flipping through the pages with a frown. William kept his stoic facade, but inside was growing nervous; afraid of what the consequences may be this time. "You're free to go, Spears. But I want this wrapped up as quick as possible." he said curtly, not looking up from the folder.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." William stood, giving a small bow before promptly turning on his heel, walking to the door and leaving without a word. He didn't stop until he got to the elevator, pressing the button and leaning against the wall with a heavy sigh after the doors closed. Finally...quiet.
Between the long hours and the nights where he came home to a certain redhead who always found a way to break into his home (usually ending up in the redhead being hit upside the head with his scythe and thrown outside like a puppy), William hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in the last week. Being a Shinigami, he didn't need sleep to survive, but it was starting to cloud his mind and make him confused on time. At the time being, he was only being kept awake by the vast number of coffee cups he'd drank; the caffeine enough to at least keep him awake and give him the slight buzz in the back of his mind to help with the stress of constantly working.
He couldn't quite remember the last time he'd had finally had a break, but it didn't matter at the time. William decided he could take a break after hours when he no longer had overtime and had solved this case. There was no room for error. No time for slacking. He'd put his own blood, sweat, and tears into this job, he wasn't going to let it go for naught.
Walking from the elevator, he sighed and walked towards his office; past the desk were a certain blonde was flirting with the secretary.
"Date? Of course I ain't datin' Nicole! She's too 'igh-class for me. Said she wanted to go to Paris for our first date, so I dumped 'er." he said, turning on the fake Cockney accent in an attempt to flirt. After all, he'd heard that foreign accents always turned a girl on; so he decided to try and learn the accent for himself to woo the girls.
"He's dating Nicole, Rebecca, Sarah, and Tatianna." William said, looking at the secretary as he passed by and the blonde being promptly smacked before she packed up her files and left.
"W-WILL-SENPAI!" Ronald protested, running after him with a sore cheek. "What was that for?!"
"It would be much more productive if you were actually doing your job." he commented, adjusting his glasses as he walked down the hall towards his office.
"But I'm off the clock, senpai!"
"You have overtime."
"SENPAI!" he groaned dramatically, throwing his head back as he walked after his surprerior. "I have a party to go to in Human Resources!"
"You're paperwork is getting bigger by the moment." was the only reply he gave, walking to his office and closing it behind him before the blonde could protest. At last, now he cou-
"Hello, Will-darling~" Grell was sitting in the chair next to the mahogany desk situated in the center of the room; the only light from the wall that was little more than a large window overlooking the Shinigami realm.
"Sutcliff, out." he muttered, too tired to put up a fight at the moment and walking forwards to his paper-clad desk.
"But...Will~" he pouted, curling his bottom lip as he batted his long, fake eyelashes at his boss as William sat down in his black chair; preparing to tackle the veritable mountain of paperwork atop his desk. "I'm bored~" Grell scooted his chair closer to William and wiggled his hips slightly as he leaned his head the supervisor's shoulder; one hand coyly fiddling with the buttons of William's blazer. William's eyebrow twitched, glaring at Grell from the corner of his eyes and lowering his head slightly as his glasses flashed for a moment-light reflecting off the lenses. "Maybe we can have a bit. of. fun~" He kissed William on the cheek, promptly getting hit square in the head with the pole of pruning shears.
"OW!" Grell pulled away, holding his head with both hands as his head throbbed from the sudden impact. "That's no way to treat a lady!" he yelled, suddenly forgetting his pain and baring his teeth at the man besides him.
"Indeed. It's why I had no problem hitting you." he said blandly, eyebrow twitching again as he started to tackle the paperwork before him.
"S-so cold~" Grell cooed, hugging himself as a blush appeared in on his face as dark thoughts began to cross his mind. "Ah~ Will~"
William rolled his eyes, starting to tire of this ordeal and sighing irritably. "Sutcliff, out, before I take your Christmas vacation." he growled, glaring back at the redhead who was making lewd noises and wiggling his hips in a vulgar way; rudely interrupting the ravenette's work.
"Eek! Will!" he protested, stopping and looking at William wide-eyed. He couldn't take away his Christmas vacation! He was going to the beach! He'd even bought a red bikini and everything! Of course, it was every woman's dream to flaunt her beauty. Why not do it at the beach?! Where it was nice, and warm, and sunny. Naturally, he'd miss the muggy London nights and the rainy days; even the chimes of Westminster Abbey ringing in the distance. But one could never live long in this monotonous life they lead; the life of an immortal began to get boring after a few decades, so obviously they had to find a way to spice up life every once in a while. The beach was Grell's getaway. It had taken a full year to finally be able to have an entire week off; even coming to work everyday for the last seven months so that he could save up vacation days. He was not letting his work go down the drain!
"Leave." he stated coldly, turning his head to look Grell dead in the eye.
Grell sighed, giving up and bending over once he stood to peck William on the cheek; leaping across the office before William could hit him again. "Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow~" William pressed the trigger, swinging his scythe to his Grell and the redhead ducking with raucous laughter before the scythe could meet its mark. The redhead twirled out the door, blowing William a kiss before closing the door.
William retracted the shears with a frown, using it to adjust his glasses before speaking. "Honestly..."
xxx
He stood before a man in a suit.
He'd been here times before...but he was still scared. He knew what 'he' could do to him. Especially since he had disobeyed...He had tried to free them...But had been caught in the process. And now he was undergoing judgement.
The demon trembled, looking at the Suit-Man with fear. "Pl-please sir. D-don't..."
"Enough." The man's voice was sharp enough to cut steel, glowing green eyes seemingly staring into the demon's soul (if demons even had souls). "You disobeyed."
The demon got on his knees, tears in his eyes as he began to beg to be spared. "I kn-know. I'm sorry sir, please. Please, all I ask is your forgiveness! I'll even kill them if you wa-" he was cut off by a weapon of an unknown type was stabbed through his chest; blood tricking from his mouth and down his lips. The demon died within moments and the man in the suit took away the weapon, looking at the other demon in the room.
"Bring them to me. Bring me the Shinigami." he said coldly, eyes narrowing and a cold smile when two beings were brought to him and placed upon their knees; hands and mouths bound.
"Rachel Goodwin. And Hollis Harvey..."
He smiled...
"It's good to see you again."
Omg, this took FOREVVVEERRRRR to make. Like...ALL day. So you guys better be happy. I'm sorry if I let you guys down on this one, it was kinda rushed because I think this might be the last update for a while since school will be starting up again soon. Yeah, I know, I'll cry with you my little readers, but it simply cannot be helped :(
Anyways, I was listening to Bad Romance the ENTIRE EIGHT HOURS I was righting this. Because Lady Gaga is pretty awesome...and because I was using YouTube and it was Grell/William video...Grelliam is my OTP. I'm sorry Willron fans...but, I love Grelliam till the cows come home. End. Of Story.
Also, I had a question the other day whether or not you could make pictures on dA for this. And the answer is YES. YES YES YES! I would LOVE it if someone, anyone, would make a picture and put it on deviantArt. As long as you don't say you wrote the story yourself (which I doubt anyone would do), you are free to make as many pictures as you want.
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