A/N: So, here are a couple of deleted scenes. I had written them out or jotted down the idea and it just didn't fit with the story, but they're still fun to read through. I hope you like them. And I hope everyone is staying cool this summer. Where I'm at, it's hotter than Luci's ass crack.

Disclaimer: This will never be mine.

Ronald's Apology

The sight that greeted William when he opened his office door was as alluring as it was unexpected. He'd had his craving sated just this morning, yet the desire for more upon seeing what awaited him made him feel deprived of the pleasure he'd experienced only hours before.

A low moan of want drew itself from the reaper's throat as he stalked toward his desk, tossing papers onto his sofa. The heady scent that greeted him as he approached caused his hands to shake in need, his grasp desperate as he brought the first cup to his lips.

"Oh, dear gods, you are perfect," he groaned, licking his lips at the sip he'd just savored. He looked at the other three cups. All were a different gourmet coffee from a different part of the world. In his hands was a dark French roast. A Brazilian bourbon sat waiting, along with an Italian espresso, and a rare blend from Kenya. The cards that accompanied the cups indicated where the beans were grown and a brief history on the process used to extract the perfect flavor.

"How intriguing," William murmured, finished the first cup and moving on to the next. He was mid sip when he heard his door opening. Turning, he arched an eyebrow as Ronald Knox came in, carrying a tray with four more cups of coffee on it.

"Oh!" The younger reaper started, staring guiltily at his superior. "Uh, William Senpai. I-I didn't know you were here yet."

"I arrived a bit early today," he replied. He gestured toward the coffee. "What's all this about?"

Ronald sat the tray down on the desk and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Uh, peace offering?" He asked. He sighed and looked up at the other reaper. "Just my way of saying sorry for insulting you last night."

William blinked. "Indeed?" He asked, examining the other offerings. Another French roast, a robust German blend, a smooth Arabica, and a unique Spanish roast. "How many more cups of coffee do you plan to bring me?"

"Uh, well, I had these and then four more," he answered, scratching his head. "I have more of each, so if there is anything you're particularly fond of—"

"All of them," William interrupted, settling down at his desk and starting on the third cup.

"You like them all?!" Ronald asked in disbelief.

"I'm sure I will," his superior replied. "That first French roast was splendid. I shall definitely need more of that."

Ronald grinned widely. "Yeah! Of course!" He exclaimed, hurrying off to get more coffee.

"Knox," William called, finishing the third cup, and starting the fourth.

Ronald stopped and turned around. "Yeah, Senpai?" He asked hesitantly.

William smiled, raising a cup toward him. "Apology accepted."

Ronald grinned and saluted, hurrying off to bring in more coffee.

Ronald's Discovery

Ronald knocked on the door before stepping inside to find the office empty.

"Senpai?" He called, wondering if William was in his private restroom. When no answer came, he pushed the door closed slightly and made his way to the rich mahogany desk to turn in his paperwork.

The breeze from the paperwork dropping onto the desk sent William's fountain pen rolling to the floor, the expensive instrument settling onto the carpet.

"For fuck's sake," Ronald grumbled, stooping down beneath the desk to retrieve it. No sooner did his knees hit the carpet did the door slam all the way open before shutting forcefully, the lock turning loud in his ears.

Ronald scooted beneath the desk, panic setting in at being caught in his boss' office. He heard the unmistakable giggle of the red-haired reaper, along with a groan from what had to be William.

"Everyone is going to think I messed up again," Grell cooed, gasping as what sounded like his red coat dropped to the floor.

"Good," William snarled, his voice muffled as if he were pressing it up against the red head's neck. "Let them think I'm disciplining you."

"Mm, I might like that," Grell murmured, the tinkling of a belt being unfastened ringing in the air. A loud crack of the leather as it was snapped together mingled with a low hiss. "Will you use your belt on me as he used his on you?"

William moaned at that, Grell gasping as more clothes slid to the ground. "If I do that, it will be in the privacy of our own bedroom, not in my office," he stated firmly. "And I'll take my time with that, my lady; painting red stripes across your glorious ass until you're begging for our cocks."

"Holy fuck," Ronald whispered to himself. Scrambling quietly, he tried to get up, bumping his head on the underside of the desk just as William threw Grell across it.

"As for right now, my lady, I'm afraid you'll have to be satisfied with a vicious and swift fucking."

"Oh, I'm always up for that, darling," Grell purred, rolling onto his stomach and opening William's top drawer. He rummaged around, finding the lotion that was kept there.

Ronald ducked further beneath the desk, breathing hard as he heard the lotion bottle being opened and the wet, sucking sound of fingers being pressed into a willing body.

Red tipped nails gripped the edge of the desk, Ronald watching as the fingers turned white from the firm hold the red head had on the mahogany.

Grell moaned wantonly as William sank into him, the bi-colored reaper moaning along with him. "Don't let me hurt you," William ordered.

"Darling, you know I like a little pain with my pleasure," Grell gasped, meeting each thrust of William's body with his hips. "Hard, Will. As hard as you – gah – can!"

"Damn it!" Ronald gasped, looking down at the bulge in his pants. Without thought, he released his own cock from his trousers, spitting into his hand to aide the slide of his fingers. The gasping and panting above him; the knocking of the desk around him. Gods, it was too much, thinking of William and Grell, both gorgeous, fucking like mad men above him?

What would they do if they found him beneath the desk? Would they be angry? Would they… would they let him join? The thought of William slipping his cock from Grell to slam into Ronald while the red head fucked his mouth…

"Will!" Grell shrieked. "Darling, please!"

"Are you close?" The dark-haired reaper purred.

"Gods, yes," Ronald whispered, hand flying over his own cock.

"Yes, darling!" Grell replied, nearly begging. "Please, let me come."

William snarled. "Come now," he ordered, the sound of his testicles slapping against the red head's ass loud in Ronald's ears.

Grell screamed in pleasure as Ronald cried out his own, biting down on his free hand to keep the sound quiet.

"What the fuck was that?" William snarled.

Oh. He failed at quiet.

Tucking himself back into his trousers, Ronald reached for his handkerchief before sheepishly crawling out from under the desk.

Green eyes blinked behind red and black frames. "Ronnie?" Grell asked, looking at him curiously. "What are you doing here?"

Ronald blushed at the disheveled look of both men. "Uh, I had some paperwork to turn in," he explained, wiping his hands of the evidence of his own orgasm.

"You've been here. This whole time?" William snarled.

Ronald backed away, hands in the air. "Senpai, on my life, I saw nothing," he told him desperately. Heard everything; but saw nothing."

Grell burst into laughter as William growled again, the bi-colored reaper quickly running toward the door. "Bye, Ronnie!"

Ronald quickly shut the door, trying to keep the blush off his face. Turning back to the closed door, he grinned, whispering to himself, "Good for them."

A/N: Let me know if you'd like to see more of these. Hydrate, don't die-drate!