Miserable love

Standing under a cold shower for a long time could make your body feel senseless and numb, it was a nice feeling if you didn’t want to feel pain anymore. Grell tried to dry himself after he turned the shower off. He could hear William mutter and curse in the room next to him. He heard some rattling sounds, the clanking of metal parts. What was his superior doing? The redhead wrapped himself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom. He peeked into the bedroom as he saw some sort of torture device, or that was what it looked like. William had his back turned towards him and was busy attaching something to it. Grell stood there looking at it until the thought arose that William might have gone insane with this punishment.



Without a second thought Grell turned around, he started running through the living room, towards the door that would lead him out of this place. The redhead had his own living space in the ‘heaven’ building, there was no need for him to stay here. As William heard footsteps he jumped up and ran after them. He saw Grell running towards the door, that traitor, he would not let him get away. Before the redhead was even close to the door, he toppled over and collided with the floor. William slowed down, he started laughing. Grell had no strength left so it appeared, his body did not cooperate with what he wanted, and that even without drugging him. William thought smoothly. He had done it before, drugging the ever hyper shinigami to calm him down and making him succumb to his will, without taking too much effort. He doubted if Grell ever noticed, maybe the redhead blamed himself.



At the run for the door, Grell heard he was being followed by William, that wasn’t good. On top of that, his body did not seem willing to cooperate to any more straining exercise. He toppled over and fell down. William stopped running too, he started laughing. ‘I guess you were scared of my new toy, hm?’ Grell groaned as he tried to get up again, he looked at the door, calculating his chances. But before he could get up, William had a firm hold on him from behind. ‘You’re not going anywhere today, you didn’t forget you still had to be punished, now did you.’



Williams voice had a dangerous ring to it. Grell knew he had no chance of escape now, maybe just maybe if he asked politely… ‘William, I don’t want to now, I can’t... Please let me go?’ Grell tried to get away from his superior’s grasp, but he was only held back more, he felt his towel disappear, and familiar hands touched his body. ‘I am sorry, but I have to decline that request…’ He hated it, this was William’s game, Grell had never wanted to be a part of it, but he had nowhere to go. William stopped; he stood up and pulled Grell to his feet. ‘Why do you feel so cold?’ It was as if Grell had a mother asking him why his clothes were dirty. ‘Do you like to suffer so much?’ An evil glistening appeared in Williams eyes. ‘Because if you do, I could help you with that…’ He grabbed the red haired shinigami’s wrists and pulled him to his bedroom. ‘No, I don’t! … I don’t want that thing! Let me go, Will! ~’ Grell protested.



He looked at the metal thing in disgust. It looked like some sort of window to him, just that there were cuffs attached to the top corners and two on the floor side. Whatever William had planned, he was NOT going to put Grell in there. ‘If I don’t punish you myself, I will have to report you to the council, than they will find out all about your misbehaviour… you don’t want that, do you?’ ‘Report me for all I care!’ The redhead yelled, he pulled his wrists free from Williams grasp. He knew the council of reapers was not that bad, their punishment would be far less severe than this one was going to be, he knew this answer would not satisfy William. He was a sick fuck; Grell did not need to think twice to know that this was what his boss preferred to do.



William seemed calm, he pushed his classes back on his nose, the way he always did. ‘Why do you always protest so much? We both know in the end you need me.’ Grell was furious, he gritted his pointy teeth as he launched himself at William, naked or not, that bastard deserved to get his head smashed. At that moment of anger he had felt the adrenaline and forgot the weak the state he was in. His superior simply stepped aside and held out his arm to prevent Grell from falling. He kicked him to the other side of the room, it was his turn. His little toy should stop playing around. Grell whimpered, he couldn’t let this happen.



William walked up to him and kicked him in the side, making him fly off and neatly putting him in a corner. Grell yelped as the pain spread through his body. ‘Please no more!’ He covered his face with his arms; he had had enough beating up for today, why was he so stupid to go against William now? ‘That’s better…so we are finally ready for our punishment hm?’ Without waiting for a reply, William yanked Grell up by his hair and dragged him towards the metal frame. Grell made protesting sounds as William put him up against the frame, why did he always pull him by his hair when he got angry?

Grell yelped when his body touched the cold metal, he wrapped his arms around William. ‘Please don’t! I don’t want it... I’ll do anything...’ William managed to pry the stubborn reaper off of him, he attached one cuff to Grell’s right wrist, and the other quickly followed. Before he knew it, he was stuck in Williams’s new plaything, protesting and yelling. William sighed, if Grell had been a normal human being, he would be exhausted and hanging limp by now, but the regenerative abilities of shinigami were like those of the demons. William was not only in charge as a manager, he was also in control of a group of reapers, having to dispatch them, or pick them up, in Grell’s case. For this reaper he had a special liking. There was something attractive about Grell Suthcliff, he couldn’t quite pinpoint it, as the guy could be annoying as hell, but he never bored him.



William looked at the helpless reaper; he liked this feeling of power, that’s why he got the job. The shinigami’s long red hair cascaded down an ivory white skin, the blue spots of his fight earlier with Sebastian were disappearing. The new ones where William had kicked him, were more clearly visible. He traced from spot to spot over the always so perfect skin. It was simply arousing… ‘Oi, William, let me out of this thing!’ Grell could yell and plead all he wanted, getting out was a no go. ‘Not going to happen, its time for your punishment, Grell.’



William smirked; he made his notebook appear once again. ‘I believe you’ve heard what you are accused of, and what you should be punished for. But I’d like to add to that; treachery.’ William loved to scold, especially to rub things in. Grell looked confused. ‘Treachery for what?! I did not betray anyone!’ His superior stood up, back and forth in front of the shinigami. ‘You betrayed the council by choosing your own scythe, by killing conveniently for your own good, and this is the most important part, you betrayed ME!’ Saying the last part, he slapped Grell across the face, the pain stung, colouring Grell’s cheek red.



‘You shouldn’t have… don’t tell me you did not use Madam Red to kill Ciel Phantomhive, he is the only one in your way if you want to have your dear Sebastian, isn’t it!!’ Grell swallowed, he looked to the floor, how did William always know what was going on in his head, and why did he start about it again... ‘She was not on the list, and neither was the boy! You nearly got your wannabe lover to kill you, is that what you were after?!’ William forced Grell to look at him in the eye. ‘Because that demon does not love you, and he WILL not EVER love YOU!’ It was as if William believed that if he only yelled loud enough, Grell would understand and believe him. ‘He’s a despicable creature for fuck’s sake…’



William undid his tie; this was a good warm up. ‘What do you have to say to that mister Grell Suthcliff? I am right, am I not?’ ‘…yes.’ Grell mumbled, he better agree with everything from now on. ‘Then tell me, do you really love that… so called Sebastian?’ William almost spat out the demon’s name, the answer had to be no, or there would be severe consequences. Grell stayed quiet for too long, he could not say what he wanted to say, neither could he lie like he did before. He wished Sebastian was here to save him right now. ‘Fine.’ William took off his jacket; he put it on a chair and walked to his closet. He took out a rather large whip. Grell closed his eyes, he did not want to know.



‘When you tell me, I might stop… so once again, are you in love with that demon?’ As Grell refused to answer, he got slashed across the back, leaving a stinging red mark. He yelped in surprise. ‘Will..~’ Grell tried with a little voice. But his boss had other plans, the whip cracked again and again, creating a sinister artwork on Grell’s back. He had started screaming, panting and wheezing, the cuffs that were attached to his hands were starting to hurt pretty bad by now, but the other man knew of no quitting. ‘Tell me, dammit!’ Slash. ‘NOW!’ Slash. ‘I’m right!’ Slash.



Grell wondered now no one ever seemed to notice what was going on in this room. Why did no other reaper ever knock the door, to see what was wrong, or to simply pay a visit? Grell prayed anxiously someone would come in before William completely lost his mind, maybe he should just answer… He lifted his head; tears were rolling over his cheeks from the stinging pain. ‘William…’ The slashing stopped. ‘Will, I… love him’ Grell said, his voice broke. Strangely enough, he boss did not make a sound. The redhead continued: ‘but you were right… there is no chance he will love me.’ Grell’s tears started flowing again, this time not from the pain, but from the harsh truth.



He let his head hang again, the tears fell on the ground. ‘A traitor and a liar… in love with a demon! Phuh, a disgrace!’ William raged with anger, Grell had just admitted his treachery, he would pay dearly. He walked around the metal frame, lifted the whip up high and hit where he could hit hardest. Grell screamed out in pain, his eyes wide open, looking directly at William. A fierce red stripe crossed the shinigami’s torso, at some places it was even bleeding. ‘I hope you will start loving me and my whip, you better, or I will never let you go.’ His boss told him in a dry tone, he started slashing at Grell again, gradually the redhead stopped screaming loudly, he started to whimper, begging William to stop. It had been going on long enough now.



‘Will, please… no more… please.’ After another eternity of begging, William finally put his whip aside. Grell had become a miserable looking creature, the colour he loved so dearly tainted his ivory white skin. He was panting and sobbing, hissing with every little movement he made. ‘Get me out.. please.. Will.. it hurts~’ William gave him a stern look, he shook his head, the answer was no. William started taking off his gloves, and reached out for Grell’s chest. He traced down the bloody red marks the whip had left behind. His beloved red reaper was yelping with every touch, moving back in the metal frame each time.



William enjoyed this kind of game, this was his, all his doing. He had the ultimate power, the say in everything, and grell would have to beg for every little favour. He would make Grell his soon. William leaned in, he licked the blood off a red mark. Grell hissed. ‘Will, what are you doing? Let me go…’ William tasted the blood, it was fresh and sweet, somewhat like he expected it to be. He reached for Grell’s face, as he cupped his shinigami’s cheek. His face still looked beat up, Sebastian’s doing. William wiped away the tears on Grell’s cheeks, he did not say anything, he did not need to. He wanted to take what belonged to him.