Author note: Well, all you lovely people get another update. Evans is a jerk, and I wish I never created him. I hate writing him almost as much as I hate writing Undertaker, which is reason one Undertaker isn't in this fic. However, I needed a bastard to work with, and decided to invent one in the form of Evans. Shot mself in the foot there, huh?
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: Yana Tsoboso owns this. Not me. As much I wish it were so, the facts remain.

Grell sighed as he reached up to put the record books back onto the shelf. He was exhausted, but following a couple of minor misdemeanours, had been given a massive increase in paperwork. He just wanted to go home now, but it was only midday. He was meant to be meeting Will for a lunch date in the city, but with so much paperwork, it was unlikely that he'd manage to make it.

"Hey, hot stuff." A large warm hand rested on Grell's ass, making him squeak. "That was cute, maybe you'll make more sounds like that for me."

"Evans, kindly remove your hand." He hissed. The brunet grinned.

"Come on, lovey." Evans pressed the full length of his body against Grell's back, allowing the redhead to feel the hardness of his arousal.

"Please let go of me, Evans." Grell kept his voice calm, refusing to rise to his tormentor's bait.

"You know you want it."

"I have told you repetitively that I'm not interested. Now, I need to get back to work. If you don't mind-"

"But I do mind." Evans quipped, sliding a hand around to the front of Grell's skirt, dangerously close to his crotch. Grell was confident that his concealing underwear would hide his true gender, but that didn't mean that he appreciated the contact.

Evan's other hand gripped Grell's wrists, and pinned them to the bookcase in front of them. Grell shuddered in disgust as Evans' touch became more intimate.

"GET OFF ME!" Grell shrieked, struggling wildly. For once, he almost regretted his feminine disposition, and wished that he had kept some of his more manly habits. Years of living as a woman meant that although the physique he'd had when he became a shinigami had remained, his ability to use it had all but vanished. All he could do now was futilely struggle and force back tears.

"She said get off her!" Grell found himself suddenly freed, and Evans was jerked back away from him. Scarlet hair spun as Grell turned to find Will gripping the other shinigami's collar. Will punched Evens hard in the face. "Don't touch her again!"

"Will!" Grell grabbed his arm, but the black haired shinigami shook him off easily. Grell immediately swore to himself to get back into shape. No woman should be so helpless.

"You have no right to touch her! Grell is mine, you got that? No-one but me touches her, understand?" Grell blushed lightly, at both the possessiveness, and the feminine pronoun.

"Yeah, I get it, I get it!" Evans yelped, guarding his face. "Let go of me, man! I'll leave her alone, I swear!" Will's rage was written clear across his face, at least to Grell, who had over a century of practice.

"Good." Spears released his arm. "Now get out of here." Evans fled. Will turned to his lover. "You alright?" Grell nodded.

"I'm fine. Thanks for helping me out." He offered a shy, grateful smile. Will adjusted his glasses.

"No problem. Go get lunch, I'll see you in my office in a few hours when you drop off those reports." Grell nodded and headed to the cafeteria.

Rebecca and Alice were waiting at their usual table, looking worried. Sutcliff gave a bright smile and dropped down into his empty seat.

"Why the long faces, girls?" they exchanged glances.

"Honey, I'm saying this as your friend, not your boss, okay?" Grell frowned slightly, then nodded. "I think you need to stay away from Spears. I'll take over your job, just stop seeing him."

"Why?" Grell blinked, taken aback. "I'm managing just fine."

"We know." Alice agreed readily. "It's just... it seems like he's fixating on you." Grell opened his mouth to argue, but Alice cut him off. "We saw you in the library." Grell sighed.

"Alice, Rebecca, seriously. Thanks for keeping an eye on me, but it's really not necessary." Grell smiled reassuringly, but knew that it was no good. His friends were getting suspicious, and after Will's little display earlier, it wasn't surprising.

For less than a moment, Grell resented Will for making him agree to keep their relationship a secret, but then it was gone. He understood the need, of course he did. All the information about them was down in their personal record files, which the High Ups had access to at any time, but to get along with their new colleagues they had decided to keep things quiet. Will couldn't be accused of favouritism, and Grell couldn't be persecuted for sleeping with a superior.

"Grell, we're worried about you. You don't want a possible sexual predator picking you for his next victim." Grell bit back the angry retort. "Don't endanger yourself by being careless."

"I'm not. Believe me girls, I'm in no danger." If only Grell knew...

TBC