A/N: Broke chapter ten! Woohoo! I've got a litle Will/Ron Christmas/holiday special in the works! Hope your finals all went well, now to relax for two/three weeks, ne? Anyways, I bring you chapter ten! With some psycho bitches, a jealous William and Eric and Alan being cutesy!
"Oh Will~! Are still here, my Willie-kins?" Grell barged into the office and twirled, almost breaking a heel in the process. The sudden distraction caused William to snap his pen in half, getting ink all over the report he'd spent two hours re-writing.
"I certainly hope you're hope about to drop dead, Sutcliff. And for the last time, it's WILLIAM. Not Will, clear?"
"Whatever. Why am I not surprised to see you here though? Everyone else has gone home! Even Ronnie-poo~! He looked so sick though! Was he having a turn?" The redhead slipped around to sit on Will's desk, shoving files and various other bits of paperwork onto the floor in a disorganised mess.
"I certainly hope you intend to pick that up, Sutcliff. And get off my desk, that is hardly it's intended purpose,"
"Never stopped you before, Willie-kins...remember? Now, to why I came in here! How much longer is this little hiatus of ours going to last?" He flipped his hair back over his shoulder and pouted, hoping to get at least some sort of reaction. There was nothing though, no smirk, raised eyebrow, not a single thing! "Well? Isn't this when you pin me to your desk and have your way with me? I know you want to~!" He pulled the ribbon loose and winked at the man, straightening up when his only reaction was simply pushing up his glasses.
"I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about Sutcliff and would prefer if you would get off of my desk. I don't know where you got the idea that we were simply 'on a hiatus' but I can assure you that it is pure balderdash. Any feelings that I have for you are of pure disdain, now get out." He stood and walked away from the pouting redhead, kneeling down to reorganise the files he'd completely mixed up. Fantastic, six hours of overtime gone right down the drain.
"Will...did I do something wrong? Has someone else stolen your heart? They better not! You know that I'm the only one who can have you! Who is it? I'll kill him! Nobody steals my Willie-kins and survives, dammit!" He threw his coat and ribbon over the desk and stood over him, stepping on Will's hands. "Well? Answer me, Will! They'll live to regret it! Once I'm through they'll wish they had stayed far far away from my-"
"Sutcliff! Drop it already, would you even have the audacity to attack a co-worker? One that you were fantasising about since he entered the academy? I'm surprised at you. And to think I would ever consider taking you back...must be a good thing I've started to focus on Ronald instead..."Grell stopped and stared at him. No way, not his little Ronnie-doll. That was almost treason! And to think that Grell had taken him under his wing and been like a sister to him.
"You mean—Ronnie...MY Ronnie? What the hell are you thinking, Will? You swore nothing was going on with him!" Grell pouted for a moment and narrowed his eyes when William stood up, slapping him hard across the face. "How could you? How long have you been seeing him behind my back? Damn you Will, answer me!"
"William. And I've not been seeing him 'behind your back' as you would so quickly believe. I didn't go to him either, he came to me. Now get out of my office," He pushed up his glasses and turned to sit at his desk again, stopping when he heard that infernal chainsaw fire up and clash with his desk. Great, a 123 year old desk ruined. "That's coming out of your pay, Sutcliff. Such a shame since it's alre-"
"SHUT UP! You think you can brush me off so easily, don't you? I gave you everything William, my heart, my soul, even my maidenhood and yet you always forced me act so very unladylike!"
"You are hardly a woman. I've asked you time and again to avoid referring to yourself as such,"
"Quiet! I was good to you, wasn't I? Took you back every time you've shown up at my door, crying like a pathetic child. Saved your ass back at the academy-" He squeaked and jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit with William's scythe.
"You swore you would never speak of that again. If you must be so psychotic then do it elsewhere, Sutcliff. My office is hardly the place for such nonsense," Anyone else would be a terrified puddle at that. The daggers coming from Will's eyes were looking to kill, and they were all aimed at a certain red haired reaper. "What are you standing there for? Out of my office, you!" He sneered at the man and aimed his scythe again, ready to strike but instead it was suddenly yanked from William's grasp.
"My my my, what do we have here? A lover's quarrel?" Both reapers were silent, staring at the demon in utter shock. Grell shook his head and tossed his hair over his shoulder, the hell was going on here? Was Will seeing HIS Sebby behind his back too? Fling or not, he ditched the demon the second Will showed up late one night, drunk, sobbing, and begging like a child. How very unlike him, though Grell was certain no one else had seen him like that.
"William...have you been seeing HIM behind my back too? You...You whore! How could you be so unfaithful! I knew that whole 'holier-than-thou' noise was a bunch of rubbish! What's next have you been sleeping around with the gl-"
"Give it a rest, Sutcliff. You really think my morals are so loose?" He snatched the spear away from Sebastian and wiped it off with his handkerchief, tossing it in the trash right away. "Must get this thing sterilised...last thing I need is some disease caused by your filth, demon. Now get out of my office before I force you out," Grell was still pouting and going on about something or other. "Sutcliff, you do realise that I walked in on YOU with the Undertaker. And it wasn't the first time either, You have no right to play the jilted lover card, understand?"
"Now if only the pretty little blonde of yours would come in here and see you, Spears. Even more so to catch you in a compromising position..."
"Demon, I swear if you ever come near him again, I'll..."
"You'll what? Give me overtime? Face it Spears, there isn't a damn thing you can do except sit there and watch me make that boy squirm. It's only a matter of time, and nothing you do is going to change that. So give up now and go back to your precious psychopath there and keep your mouth shut. Clear?"
"You think I'd take him back, Sebby? I refuse to be with someone who doesn't know how to properly treat a lady!" Grell stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms, earning a hard whack in the head from William's scythe. Gripping his head in pain he crouched on the floor, whining. "Y-you struck me! You rat bastard, how could you? Don't you know it's rude to strike a lady?"
"Well, I'll leave you two to your quarrel. And remember, Spears...Knox is mine. And the next time you interfere will be your last," Sebastian's eyes flashed for a moment before he vanished, leaving Wiliam to deal with a sobbing and extremely unstable Grell.
"I knew you were cruel, Will...b-but I never knew you were this cruel...What makes Ronnie so special anyway, huh?" He sniffed and traced the pattern on his chainsaw with his finger, not again. The last thing he needed right now was to listen to Grell get jealous again, though he couldn't really help but tell the truth this time.
"He's not you, Sutcliff. Unlike you, he can actually control himself in certain situations. Now I want you and that monstrosity out of my office in five seconds or I'll send you back to the academy, got it?" He scowled and tossed his scythe to the other end of the room, coming round his desk and pulling Grell up by his collar. The redhead looked back at him and sniffed quietly, pouting in a last ditch attempt to make Will change his mind. "Give up, I'm done with your rubbish,"
"Ronald, lease don't shout! I've got a terrible headache..." Alan whined and put his head down on Eric's desk, for once thankful that Eric's office was always dimly lit. He ruffled his hair a little and groaned when Ronald leaned on him. "Please Ronald...leave me alone, let me rest..." he looked up a bit and shoved him away.
"But Alan, I'm so confused! I don't know who else to turn to and well with you and Eric being...an item, I figured you could help! Grell won't talk to me and the boss has been acting funny too!"
"And if you don't pipe down, I'm going to kill you! I don't care what you do or who you do it with, alright? And whatever is going on with me and Eric is none of your business, now get out and leave me alone!" Ronald crept towards the door and stopped before turning the knob, looking back at Alan so quick he almost caught whiplash.
"So there is something going on with you two! I knew it!" Alan threw a stapler at him for shouting and ran out of the office, pulling off his glasses and whining when he saw them. The stapler had hit them harder than thought apparently, one of the lenses was shattered. "Great...I'm pretty sure this can't just be fixed with a bit of tape..."
"Then maybe you should be more careful, Mr. Knox," He looked up and saw William staring right at him, eyebrow raised and holding his scythe by a makeshift shoulder strap. Everyone knew it was possible for William to be slightly obsessive-compulsive, but germaphobic was hardly a descriptive word for him. At least in an extreme sense, Eric and Ronald knew that Will did have a mild aversion to certain things, mainly demons. "Mr. Knox? You look ill, have you been sleeping lately? Perhaps you should go and get some more rest. You should probably eat something as well..."
"No no Boss, I'm fine...honest. I'm just a bit..."
"Influenced by a demon. The only way to prevent you from falling further into the void of despair is to avoid all contact with said demon. Usually finding something to attach yourself to seems to work as well,"
"Boss, how can I do that? He can find me anywhere I go...there's nothing I can do! And...the last time he came around, he kind of..." Ronald trailed off and wrapped his arms around himself, curling up as best he could. He had been very creeped out by what Sebastian had said to him the last time he appeared and was honestly hoping Will wouldn't pry.
"Kind of what? Ronald, did that demon threaten you? Tell me now, if anyone lays one hand on you, I'll shred them in a heartbeat. Nobody touches my subordinates and gets away with it!" Ronald jumped and backed against the wall, staring at William wide eyed. He'd never seen the man act that way before, it was kind of creepy, but it was a little reassuring at the same time. Maybe he'd get lucky and William's spark of slight psychopathic jealousy would be a good thing. It just might be the one thing to get Sebastian to leave him alone. William cleared his throat and took Ronald's glasses, examining them silently. "Come along, Ronald. The glasses department is on my way, we need to discuss a few things anyway,"
Alan rubbed his temples in the hopes of making his headache go away, he'd been nursing a murderous hangover since Saturday morning. Luckily he had Eric to help him feel better and to...wait, that was wrong! Though the more he thought about it, he was already going to burn for whatever happened on Friday night. He might as well have fun before the Thorns take him away right? He sighed and slipped a key into the door, peeking through quietly and pouting when it was quiet. He shook his head and slipped his shoes off before entering properly and wandering around, looking through the kitchen first based on the pleasant smell. He stopped when he saw a chocolate peppermint cheesecake on the table with a small note attached.
"Alan, If I'm still not back when you get here, don't worry. I'll be back soon, enjoy the cheesecake darling, But not too much, otherwise you won't be able to enjoy your dinner. Be back soon, Eric"
"Where would he have gone though? He usually sleeps until I come over after getting off on a day like this...oh well, hopefully he'll be back soon..." He sniffed a bit and ran a hand through his hair, grabbing a piece and slinking out to the sofa. For whatever reason or another, Eric seemed to have a taste for squishy furniture, which wasn't a terrible issue until Alan ends up almost swallowed by the sofa. He sighed and tried out a piece of the cheesecake and shivered. "Not too bad, Eric..."
"Well thank you, Allie. It's only appropriate for the season after all. Looks like you're about to be swallowed though..." Eric ran a hand through his hair and walked over to Alan, sitting down next to him and draping an arm over his shoulder. "Have you thought anymore about what I said? It might do you some good after all..."
"Don't start with that again, Mr. Slingby, I've told you before that I don't think it would be a good idea. I mean, and what if someone finds out? We'll be humiliated publicly! The humans don't agree with something like that! It's just-"
"But we're not human, and reapers will always be ten times more open minded. Think about it, everybody already thinks there's something going on between us...we might as well put some truth to those rumours. Denial isn't healthy In the slightest, especially for someone in your condition..." Alan set down the plate and stared at him, scowling. What on earth was that supposed to mean? He wasn't diluted by any means! At least he didn't think so, considering how his weekend had gone though, there wasn't really much room for debate.
"I...can I think about it or a bit longer? My head's starting to hurt again, excuse me..." He stood quickly and dashed to the bathroom, shutting the door tightly. "Oh my stars! I'm going insane! He's got to be losing his mind. I mean, he's not been sleeping very well lately and...he's not just worried and feeling sorry, is he?" He sniffed and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his glasses up. He'd been feeling like rubbish since friday, though it had to be from the excess of alcohol. Eric had turned into his mother thanks to that.
Alan cringed when light streamed through the windows, draping an arm over his face. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit when he realised that his sleeve was a bit too big and made of silk instead of his usual pajamas. Must be Eric's...but he didn't have any of Eric's pajamas at his place, burying his head in the pillow to ignore it. He dropped his arm down as well and opened his eyes slightly, realising at once that there was someone curled up behind him and holding an arm around his waist.
"Can't they turn out the light for a few more hours...?" Eric buried his face between Alan's shoulder blades and whined a bit, tightening his arms around Alan's waist. It was rare for him to be hungover, perhaps he'd really drunk a lot more than Alan saw, at least as far as he could remember. The last thing he remembered was Eric pointing out the mistletoe above his bedroom door.
"...wait a second...what happened last night?" He rubbed his eyes again and turned over in Eric's arms, brushing a few strands from his eyes. Eric smiled a bit and buried his ace in the crook of Alan's neck, pulling him close.
"Can't say I remember much...but I did want to ask you something before you passed out last night..." He sniffed and shook his hair out of his eyes, glancing up quietly. "Do you think perhaps, we should put some truth in those rumours that have been flying around?"
"Alan? Alan, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine...just a second," He ran a hand through his hair again and smiled, wiping off his glasses before he came back out, smiling at the blond, "You know...it might be an alright idea to make those rumours true...maybe people will stop talking after that?"