It took William days before he was calm and convinced that the demon had not triggered some latent sexual desire within him before he could rest and enjoy his vacation. And even then, he didn't go out. For once, he enjoyed that he would be capable of hunting and terminating the demon past the point of extinction. What he was angered about most was the fact that the demon had somehow convinced William's nerves to accept him, even though every other bit of him rejected the demon.

His nerves were still a horrific ball of frustration in his gut, and nothing he could do that would make it go away. Nothing short of rending Sebastian apart with is spear. Violence was not like William, but sometimes it could help him… Unwind. Getting up on his fourth day of vacation, he stretched and arched his body, shaking the fatigue from himself.

He dressed in a shirt and pants, going out to have his breakfast in the kitchen, catching Ronald and Grell coming in the door and heading to bed. He hadn't seen much of them, watching them trawl to the showers. They had left him 'breakfast', that he let himself enjoy for once. After considering, he decided that maybe it would be nice to unwind by going out to a rave, getting just a little tipsy, dancing away… He missed the freedom. But the demon had ruined it. That demon.

Waiting a few hours, he pulled his rave pants on again and removed his shirt. Stretching again, he felt more fatigue and angst leave his body. He pulled his gloves on again and then the leather around his neck. Staring at himself in the mirror, he pulled on a different mask, one composed of glowing white and black duct tape. His face appeared more sinister under it, but he didn't protest it.

Looking himself over, he felt like he were making himself a target, should the demon return to torment him. It was unlike him to even be so worried, especially about a demon… But the fact that he could still feel him. The fact that part of him actually ENJOYED that, infuriated him. Part of himself attributed it to the fact that he hadn't been with another person in ages. Closing his eyes, he felt the ghost of arms around him, and shook it off. "I will NOT enjoy that demon."

Not coming to an immediate decision, he sat in his room, waiting, thinking, trying to decide. Falling asleep briefly in the chair, he woke with tousled hair and a slightly better mood. Stretching himself, he slipped on tall boots and fixed his glasses. "I'll be damned before I let a demon ruin my life." Narrowing his eyes, he examined himself again. "You are William T. Spears of management… And you are not weak to him." He gave a grim smile, and then let it disappear behind his mask and left his apartment.

The walk to the club seemed longer than normal, which was odd. He wasn't noticed, he wasn't stared at, but it just seemed.. Odd. And there was a line. He cursed himself for having to wait. All he wanted was to get inside and dance his evening away, possibly get a little drunk, and try and enjoy himself.

Shifting, he handed over the admission, and was handed his normal green necklace. "Welcome back William, we've missed you." Will nodded slightly to them, fixing his glasses, and then moving to the dance floor. He scanned it briefly for the demon from the few days before, and, when he was satisfied that Sebastian was nowhere in sight, went to the bar for a few shots of whiskey.

Sitting at the bar, he held up a hand and received a shot of whiskey. The barman understood William's vices well. Anyone who had to work with Grell Suttcliff usually had an affinity with whiskey. "Thanks." He took a drink and then set down the glass, asking for one more. He downed that one too, with a shuddering fire that slid down his throat. This was a little bit, enough to give him a buzz. After all, it wasn't normal for him to drink. Not really. Getting up, he made his way onto the dance floor, pulling through the warm-blooded crowd. He even dared in as much to dance inside a group of demons, as if he being a shinigami weren't a temptation enough for them.

William gave them a winning smile before worming his way out, avoiding being touched, into another area, closer to the wall. Letting the music take him again, he closed his eyes and lifted his arms, dancing out his drunkenness and his frustrations. He twisted, moving quicker.

Suddenly his exposed chest was assaulted by two gloved hands, and he was pulled close to another warm body. He didn't open his eyes or look around, he pulled slightly. "We meet again, shinigami," the demon hissed slightly. William's mouth twitched with discomfort.

"Off me demon, I was enjoying myself," he stated. His annoyance was apparent.

"Oh?"

William opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "Sebastian, let go of me."

"Why should I?" The demon caressed his jaw and leaned close, masked face to masked face. He again met his irritation with extreme amusement and allowed one hand to entangle in the shinigami hair, pulling slightly. William let out a soft hiss of annoyance and then felt a hand slide to the outside of his thigh, where the pentacle lay, glowing black, on his pants. "Oh….what's this? A change in loyalties?"

William's face turned red with anger and then blanched. "No. I just-"

"Just? Why a demonic emblem? Why mine?" Sebastian sneered, pulling William closer. William averted his eyes before speaking again.

"Do your tactics ever change, demon? Don't you have another shinigami to pester?"

"No, you're the most fun to irk." There was a snicker in his voice.

"Then go irk someone else. I'm sure there are others who will be more… receptive to you."

"Oh, but then it's no fun!" Gripping William's hair tighter, he pulled his head back. "Why not let me go after that lovely throat of yours?"

"So now you're a vampire?" William was not amused. He pushed Sebastian away, slightly disoriented from the sudden shift in perspective. The strobe lights didn't assist him either. In fact, it was starting to make him a little irritated.

"Perhaps I am," Sebastian sneered again, sliding a hand to William's back, dipping him. William forced them up, untangling the demon's fist from his hair, not pleased.

"That wasn't meant to be answered."

"Oh, I know.. But it keeps you annoyed." He pulled William closer still, chest to chest, smiling. William felt his heart racing and he pulled back just as the demon moved to take off his gloves. "Ah ah ah, no escaping, William." He was stalled, pulling Will close, the gloves still on his arms. The shinigami held his arms up, pinned between the demon's hands and his chest. His face was distinctly uncomfortable as the demon lifted one arm away from William, biting the end of one finger, pulling it off like silk. There, exposed to the flashing lights, was his pale arm, the mark of his covenant shining slightly, black nails short and showing against him. He lifted William's guarded chin, snickering, and then meant to remove his mask. Eyes widened with fear, William struggled, and felt Sebastian's hand under the edge of the mask, sending a shock through him at the initial contact. The demon removed the mask with force, leaving the shinigami to wince with pain.

William forced himself away, backing up into a small crowd that threw him forward. The shinigami tried to run away, but Sebastian caught him by the waist, pulling him close, almost purring, holding him hostage with the gloved hand. Sebastian rested his chin on William's shoulder, sliding his hand from William's cheek, down his throat and across his chest.

The shinigami found himself enamored in an instant, another shock hitting his spine, taking his nerves from his hands and making him react and move to every caress. Closing his eyes, he felt his resistance barraged and weakening. His nerves burned and dizziness overcame him… The demon sneered, and whispered slightly, "One way or another, William, you will be mine."

Letting out a soft shudder, William forced himself to speak. "N..Not on your life, demon.." He pulled away from Sebastian as the man went lax on his grip and he nearly fell. Holding the side of his head, he narrowed green eyes and held himself, knees together, looking slightly awkward and uncomfortable, but still wanting more of the caress. Turning heel, he ran out of his rave, away from the amused, triumphant demon who pulled his glove back on,

"You will be, William." He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the shinigami tail end flee back into the upper world. "I want to see you squirm."

William didn't stop running, he was too afraid, he could still feel the vile demon's touch on his skin, he was on fire, and it wasn't going out. He couldn't stop to take a breath or to even think, all he needed was to escape that feeling. His heart was pounding quickly and he nearly slammed into the door to the apartment. In his paranoia, he could swear the demon was behind him, laughing at him, mocking him, driving him up the wall. Scrambling to get inside, he pushed the door open, leaving it ajar.

He leaned against the wall, shaking violently, feeling violated and thrilled, exhilarated, William felt nauseous. He ran a hand down the path that Sebastian had caressed. Closing his eyes, he felt the demon against him again, sliding his hands over him, making him gasp. "T….This can't be real!" he let out another gasp and then forced his nerves to fall in line, shutting out the feeling, stripping himself down, running to the bathroom.

The shinigami felt unutterably ill and nearly collapsed into the shower, turning the water on, letting it scald him. He wanted nothing more than to scrub the filth off of him. William didn't know if it would go away, he didn't understand HOW this would affect him, but he was certain he didn't want to become the demon's pet. Never. He scrubbed, willing the filth off of him, begging, pleading. "Please…please whoever is out there, take this off of me!"

Sinking to his knees in the water, he kneeled, covering his ears. His heart slowed, the fire in his veins turned slowly back into ice and he was relaxed. Laying on the floor of the shower, he felt what had once been hot turn to ice as it hit his skin. William closed his eyes. "D..Don't panic." He took a deep breath and stood up. He left his hair a mess, soaking, and shuffled into his room, passing a confused Ronald and Grell in the kitchen. Looking vaguely ill, they could only stare after him.

"He looks ill, Suttcliff senpai.. Should we check on him?" Ronald's voice was quiet after hearing the door to William's room slam violently shut.

"… I have no idea what that was…" Grell said, dropping his nail file in shock.

"Should we ask?"

There was a brief silence. "…..Not yet. I'm almost afraid to." Grell brushed it off in an instant. "He probably just realized that the hot water ran out."

Ronald nodded, but didn't seem at all pleased with the situation at hand. Behind the door, William's face was pink, and his skin red with heat. He dressed enough and crawled into bed. The nausea had returned to him and he ran a hand through his hair. Fear. That was what was causing his panic and pain, fear. Curling up, he let himself fall asleep and shudder.

Time passed in the day and his face turned pink with a desperate blush. One hand slid to just under his jaw, tracing it, drawing a line down to his chest. He hugged himself, crossing his legs, shifting with desperation and need. There was discomfort written on his face as he gripped himself tighter, wishing for someone to hold him. Craving the warmth of the demon on his skin, the affection that he had felt. It might not have been so bad, if William hadn't abstained from human contact for so long. Now he needed it, desperately. Not that he would consciously seek the demon out… Yet… but all of him, all of him now, was screaming for him.

His grip on himself tightened and he shifted uncomfortably. "N…nnh~ S…Sebastian…." his voice was low, hushed with sleep, calling out to a demon that might not even be able to hear him. Ronald heard this on his day off, and peeked inside.

"Boss?"

William only shifted again, begging for the demon once more in his sleep. Ron said nothing, but only watched William toss in his bed, writhing as though he were having a fit. Ronald barely dared to approach him, slightly confused. "Boss?" he called again, concerned….But vaguely frightened.

The elder shinigami looked fevered and, when Ronald put a hand to his forehead, pulled it back, looking shocked and disturbed. "T…That isn't good…." Mistaking it for a fit of fever, he ran for aspirin and water. He shook William lightly, feeling the heat off of his skin.

"G..g..get off."

"William senpai!"

The elder shinigami protested sleepily, but eventually woke up, staring at Ronald. His face was red, with either embarrassment or heat, but he only stared up at the young man, squinting slightly. "Ronald… W..Where are my glasses…? I..I can't see.." Attempting to sit up, he felt the gloved hand gently push him back down.

"You're sick, William senpai, don't sit up. I'll get you your glasses and some tea."

'Aye… I'm sick.' William nodded weakly before falling back onto his sheets. 'W..What did I do while I was asleep? What makes him think…..' He felt searing fire under his skin again. 'O..oh god it's so hot…' he shuddered and ran a hand over his face, gasping. 'Please, someone, get rid of this…'

Ronald returned with hot tea and William's glasses, handing them both to him. The elder kept his shaking to a minimum and took a sip of his tea, and then pushed on his glasses. The tea neither helped cool him or calm him. Setting it on his bedside, he took the aspirin and drank the water, and lay back down.

'I..It's not going away….' he thought with accelerated desperation, and rested on the bed, he shuddered. "I'll be alright…Why don't you go out and have some fun, Ron…"

Ron ran a hand through his hair. "Well… I haven't been out in a while…"

"Go on and go. I'll be just fine." His smile was weak and hiding his turmoil. Ron gave him a quick hug before deciding to go out and enjoy himself. Shaking slightly, Will shuddered and shifted, sliding a hand through his messy, sweat slick hair, letting out a soft gasp. He felt the pull of Sebastian's hand, his grip, and suddenly, Will felt like he needed it.

Holding himself tight again, he let out a soft moan and squirmed. "S…Sebastian…nnn… N..No..I..I won't be…" He ran a hand over his face. It was hot. Painfully hot… and it was starting to get to him. "T..That demon's pet." He looked up at his ceiling, invaded by light. He felt as if the light only made him see the disease. That's what it felt like, more than anything. A disease carved out of desperation and a single touch.

"Demons are a plague…" William whispered to himself. He hugged himself hard and felt himself begin to fall asleep. He was weakening.. Or maybe his body would fight off the feelings while he rested. After all, he had only been touched once. Grell had been touched twice and pulled out… But he hadn't reacted this way. He had just given in and chased the demon for all he was worth. William… He had sustained contact and resisted more than Grell had. It wasn't likely William would pull through easily.

Sliding his hands over his body in his sleep again, he moaned the demon's name, gasping it out with heated and desperate breath. Sitting on his windowsill, a crow ruffled it's feathered and cawed with amusement, crimson eyes flashing. 'Oh William, your desires are obscene.' There was a flicker of shadow, and the crow was replaced by the demon, legs crossed, feet swinging amusedly.

Sebastian cocked his head, resting his head on his shoulder, and then stood, tall heels clicking on the floor, the leather shining in the light, lifting the sleeping William's chin. A blush crept across the sleeping shinigami's cheeks as Sebastian touched him. "He knows his master already. What a receptive little one. You will certainly be one to keep." The voice was smooth and hushed, but enough to make William shudder in his sleep. The shinigami head turned to nuzzle into the palm of Sebastian's bare hand, slipping a hand to caress it himself. Licking his lips, Sebastian snickered. "Let's see how receptive you are."

The demon slide a hand up William's shirt, feeling his chest, letting the shinigami's body tell the story. Heart pounding, body hot and ready, Sebastian understood. He was a desperate one as well as receptive. "Oh… How amusing." He slid his hand lower, feeling William's taut stomach and waist, and then down to his outer thigh. Pressing slightly, he felt all the muscles contracting and pulling, reacting, but William welcomed the caresses. And Sebastian seemed pleased by the soft gasps and moans that escaped the man's lips.

Looking up swiftly, he heard the door to the apartment open and then close sharply. Sebastian planted a quick kiss on William's nose before standing. "It's time for me to go, my pet." He slid a hand under William's chin before turning. "I'll be back later, I promise." He pushed the window open, and was gone, a crow flying off in the distant sky.

The door to William's room opened and Grell looked in. "…Oh, so he's gone to sleep….." the crimson shinigami whispered. "Well, he doesn't look good.. So Ron wasn't joking…" Sighing, he covered him up and took the cold tea away from him. "Get some rest Will. That's got to be a nasty fever."