Author note: Thanks to everyone who offered support and encouragement with this continuation. Updates for this fic will be slower than the original Bloodlust and Petticoats, for several reasons. First, I have quite a lot of Real Life stuff going on at the moment, so my writing is taking a backseat for a while. Second, I am ashamed to admit, I've slipped out of the fandom a little. Hetalia has taken over my brain, and no doubt a Hetalia fic will appear at some point. However, I fully intend to finish this, even if it kill me. Wish me luck!
Warning: Sex, violence, masochism, bondage, good lord, it's GRELL, that deserves a warning all it's own!
Pair: Grell Sutcliff and William Spears
Disclaimer: I still don't own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, the last few chapters of the manga woul have gone differently. Oh, Undertaker, you so pretty in leather...

"They think you're a pervert." Grell's tone was conversational. Will looked up from where his head was pillowed on his lover's taut stomach. "At work, I mean." He clarified. "Rebecca's been passing around rumours that you're into kinky sex. She was warning me about you earlier." Will chuckled slightly.

"Wonder what she'd say if she knew it was you who introduced me to that." Grell pouted slightly. "You little deviant."

"Sticks and stones may break my bones." Grell muttered. Will pressed a kiss to the ivory skin beneath him, making Grell squirm. Even after all these years, he still hated his body; regardless of how much Will loved it, Grell just knew that it was wrong.

"But whips and chains excite me?" He quoted. The redhead laughed and wriggled out from under his partner. "Hey! Come back here!" Will reached for Grell as his lithe form slipped from their bed. Grell walked out. "Grell!" Silence. "Grell?" Nothing. "...Damnit."

"You worry too much, lover." Will smiled as Grell, now clad in his scarlet silk robe, handed over a by-now-familiar nondescript plastic bag. "This is a little congratulation present for finally getting a better job. These Yorkshire guys pay overtime too, so when you have to leave me aaaaaall alone here, you can buy me pretty things to make up for it." The redhead lounged across the bed, allowing his robe to slip open teasingly. Will laughed at his lover's smirk.

"Ahh, Grell, you know I'd make it up to you anyway." He leant over and pressed a kiss to Grell's lips. "Besides, nothing I could buy would be as pretty as you." Another kiss. "Or as fun to play with." Sutcliff shivered under Will's wandering hands, then flipped over, straddling his lover with a motion made easy from a century of practice.

Sometimes they were both amazed that they had stayed together for so long. Each change in the human world severely affected the shinigami realm, and as the world they knew, and their co-workers, moved around them, they somehow kept each other stable. Well, as 'stable' as Grell ever got.

The kisses became heated, and Will's hands snuck down to grasp Grell's thighs as they moved against each other, pulling the redhead closer with each roll of the hips. Suddenly Grell hissed and arched his back.

"Stupid goddamn cat!" He turned and swatted Sebastian away over his shoulder. The Abyssinian just stared from his position on his back, still calmly clawing at his newly found perch. Will sighed and sat up. He picked the pet up and tossed it, literally, out of the door, before kicking it closed.

"Just as much trouble as that demon." He turned his lover around and kissed the already healing claw marks. Grell practically purred under his lips, and squirmed slightly as Will's fingers teased down his spine to press lightly against his entrance. A slight whimper made Will push in a little, pleased with the reactions.

"Will, don't tease me." The redhead groaned.

"You know you love it." He nipped at Grell's ear, then bit lightly down on an ivory shoulder, running his tongue along the shoulder blade. Another shiver made Will slide the finger in completely. They rarely bothered with lube until the very last minute, and any form of preparation was kept to a minimum, usually only to tease.

Afterwards, they lay cuddled up together on the bed, trying to calm racing hearts. Grell's head rested on Will's chest, listening to his thundering pulse as the brunet stroked through his hair.

"I'm going to be the office liaison with you for the girls." Grell commented, as if nothing had happened between their bouts of conversation. It was a habit they'd gotten into after a few years. The sex was as good as it ever was, but that didn't mean that they had to stare the ceiling for an hour afterwards every time they did it.

"They're going to think you're crazy." Will pointed out.

"I am crazy, Will." Grell sighed, rolling over to lie on his back. He rubbed a hand across his face. "Let's be honest with ourselves, love. I'm insane, and I have been for years. The only thing keeping me grounded is you, and work, and looking after the plants, and Sebastian, and..." he shook his head and took a deep breath. He let it out shakily. Will rolled onto his side and propped his head up on an arm.

"And what, Grell?"

"And I don't know if this move was such a good idea." Grell admitted as he rolled over to face his lover. Will immediately pulled Grell closer.

"You listen to me, love." Will kissed him softly. "You just focus on me, or the houseplants, or the cat, or whatever you need to focus on, and if you don't think you can handle it here, I'll call up, get us shipped back to London, okay?"

"Okay." Grell nodded. "But not unless there's no other choice. I think I like it here."

TBC