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Sticks and Stones
Title: Jeux du Coeur
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Pairings: Shinigami sammich
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI, NOR IT'S CHARACTERS, NOR DO I MAKE ANY MONEY WRITING THIS!
Chapter 7: Sticks and Stones. In which William discovers he is the Duke of Asshattery.
+_+_+_+
William had come to the fully logical conclusion that he quite hated the office decorator. In his defense, it was not an unfounded hatred. Really, how was it practical to have a low hanging, load bearing chandelier? One that could so conveniently be used to restrain someone's arms above their head given the proper implements? And why did he have the feeling he was not the first to experience this particular utility of the office décor? William sighed in dismay as he recalled the maddening reasons for his present circumstances.
+Earlier this afternoon+
William sat staring at the mountain of papers still before him and kept finding his mind would wander to thoughts of a much less professional nature. He was haunted by the sights and sounds of a specific night not too long past that had given him so much and made him want more…
…So much more…it was almost an ache…
He shook his head clear. Disappointed in himself that he would succumb to day dreams, he contemplated the healing powers of headdesk. It had aided him once before…Perhaps…
"William!"
He was interrupted from his present course of action by the familiar voice. He looked up from his paperwork to see the shark toothed smile of Grell (one of his recurring issues) peeking around his office door.
"What is it now, Grell? You have already interrupted me innumerable times today."
"Oh, hush! You like that I pay you so much attention!" Grell smirked with a wink. William could feel a slight flush creep into his cheeks, wanting to refute those words, but he also knew that the redhead was absolutely right. He hurriedly looked down to scribble something important. He was at work, damn it! He was expected to keep his composure, and similar moments never affected him as much before! But that was before he had known what he knew now…before he had finally seen what he'd wanted and needed all along. However, he could never let his personal life (no matter how greatly emotionally altered), affect his performance and professionalism. In fact, it was only his flawless work ethic that kept him from marching straight up to the scarlet reaper and kissing that smirk right off his face…as utterly tempting and satisfying as it would be…
"That aside," William muttered with an uncomfortable shuffle in his seat. "What do you want now?"
"I brought a guest," Grell tittered happily as he stepped around the door, dragging another body in by the wrist.
That someone turned out to be a rather chipper Undertaker. He allowed himself to be pulled in by Grell and stood grinning happily at the redhead's side.
"Why, hello, dear William," the silver haired madman smiled. "And how are we today?"
The ebon haired reaper looked over his glasses at the mortician, his amorous feelings instantly cooled by the source of his current bureaucratic headache.
"I have my hands full with the new assistant* you so graciously provided for me," William growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"He is interesting, no?" Undertaker chuckled.
"No. He's far more trouble than anything he may possibly be worth," William sighed tiredly. "But that isn't the current issue. Why are you here?"
"Our darling Grell-"
"I found him wandering around the library and I thought it'd be nice to show him the offices!" the redhead beamed, obviously excited as he wiggled in place.
"It's not like he's never seen them before Grell. He is one of the bureau's founding members. I'm sure a tour of his old workplace is nothing new or exciting," William said blandly.
"Well, I was giving him a personal tour of my office," Grell leered with a sassy hair flip.
"I quite liked the chaise lounge," Undertaker grinned vapidly. "Though how you're going to explain that stain to the janitorial staff is-"
"Enough! I don't need to hear about your escapades! I have reports to finish. Tell me what it is you want, or kindly leave."
Grell pouted, slightly put out by William's attitude.
"Well, I thought it would be nice to come see you and maybe go home together?"
William yearned to do just that once he saw the pair walk through the door. But because of the rookie Undertaker had thrown on him and because of Grell's constant interruptions, he was so far behind in his work he couldn't possibly go home for hours yet.
"I thought I had made it quite clear that I have work to finish." William said, voicing his displeasure. "Had I not been shouldered with looking after a troublesome new employee or interrupted pointlessly so many times today, it might be a different case. But seeing as so much of my time has been wasted, in a manner much like it is presently, I am stuck here."
"Are you calling me a waste of time?" Grell huffed, half joking.
William saw the two of them standing so cozily together and wanted so badly to just go home for the day. But he couldn't! He had to finish his work, and their annoying interruptions were preventing him from completing his tasks and leaving! But he knew that even though he could not join them, they would still indulge themselves this evening. They could, and likely would, thoroughly enjoy each other's company in many ways while he sat in his office writing reports! And though William had not been troubled by these thoughts before, ever since being forcibly pushed into this haphazard relationship, he felt slighted at the prospect of those two being alone together any more. Not that he would ever tell them that.
William looked at Grell coldly.
"At the present, yes."
Grell's eyes widened as his jaw dropped and he blinked rapidly in confusion, his happy mood instantly killed.
"Y-You-" he stammered, the words evading him with William's cold response echoing through his mind.
William went back to work on his papers to avoid the sight of the redhead in shock.
"You-! You ASSHOLE!" Grell screeched at the top of his lungs as he tore out of the office. Undertaker grinned at William with a solemn shake of his head and followed after.
Once he heard the click of the door signaling that it had shut, William finally indulged in headdesk with a heartfelt thud.
+Meanwhile+
Undertaker quickly caught up to the flustered ginger, calmly guiding him to a sequestered area where no one would come in search of them despite the racket Grell had caused.
"Who does he think he is? I thought things were different now! He was so sweet and- Oh! Damn me for being a hopeful idiot! I should have known better!" Grell spat, shaking in anger as he paced back and forth.
"There is nothing to be damning yourself for, my dear. His wholly unsavory behavior is not a reflection of his feelings for you. You know as well as I do that he does not react well to stress," Undertaker assured.
"That doesn't mean he can be an ass like that! I can't believe he just said that to me!"
"Do not take it to heart," the mortician said softly.
"He must be incredibly stressed to act like that. That was just cruel!" Grell seethed, but quickly became crestfallen as he thought about William's biting behavior.
"But…I…I did distract him quite a bit today…" the redhead said reflectively with a frown. "Maybe it is partly my fault. Maybe I should go apologize."
"In due time. While one may be partially at fault for having caused stress unintentionally, he is entirely at fault for lashing out with the full intent to hurt. You cannot let his behavior go by unpunished. Our dear William must learn that there is as much give as there is take," Undertaker smiled evilly.
Grell sneered. "Oh, I'd like to give him-"
"And you shall, milady," Undertaker cooed as he took up Grell's hand to place a gentle kiss to his wrist. "Come listen to my plan."
+Back to William+
William knew was far from the ideal lover, but he knew well enough that no matter the provocations, one did not EVER say anything so callous to someone they considered a romantic partner!
Why did he have to say that! Yes, Grell was a nuisance, but he did not deserve to be told something so horrible by someone he trusted. A waste of time? Grell couldn't be a waste of time…not in the sense he knew the redhead was thinking. Grell was something quite extraordinary in William's life. Since that awkward, yet blessed, night things just seemed to fit like they should have all along. He was not as short tempered with Grell, and Grell while still admirably fiery, was significantly calmer. He was actually able to relax around the redhead, which was surprising for someone as admittedly tense as William. Grell was something he had never had before…Time with him (outside of work, or course) was something he looked forward to in way he hadn't been able to admit before. He was someone he wanted to spend leisure time with…to share things with…
Damnit. Grell was probably in tears thinking the time they had spent together was something William regretted…
…and Undertaker had predictably followed right behind him. What would the mortician tell him? To end their relationship? To forgive William's terrible behavior? It wasn't that William particularly liked or disliked his former superior. Undertaker just came with Grell…and he was sort of a blessing in disguise. With his trepidations in this new relationship, Undertaker was his guide. He would subtly show William Grell's needs and desires without interfering too much and would consequently show William what he himself truly wanted…not to mention he often found himself in awe of (and very secretly appreciative of) the elder's impressive repertoire of various "skills". But the harsh reality was now he was on his own…The mortician had gone to comfort Grell…
William frowned as he realized he had only worsened his irritation. Before, it was unlikely that he would be able to indulge in his lovers' company tonight, now it was a surety. And he was likely to be void of their company for several weeks. If he was to ever be with them again. And he only had himself to blame.
He found the rhythmic action of his forehead continually coming into contact with his desk was therapeutically numbing, It distracted him from imagining the pained expression that was undoubtedly on the redhead's face…of imagining tear streaked cheeks…of missing that shark toothed smile…of missing that undeniable satisfaction he felt when pressed warmly between two bodies…It helped him to overlook the annoying twinge in his chest…
"That might be an advantageous motion were your head in someone's lap," suddenly came Undertaker's all too familiar and dangerous voice from behind him. "But seeing as it is not, assuredly due to your own idiocy, allow me to assist you in your present course of action."
Bony fingers grasped the back of his neck and slammed his head into the mahogany. William saw stars. Disoriented, he could do nothing as he was pulled up out of his chair and forced to stand.
"The belt, darling. Get his belt." Undertaker chuckled. In the blink of an eye, William's belt was smoothly removed, wrapped tightly around his wrists, and his hands were looped over an awaiting arm on the overhead chandelier, forcing him to stand on tiptoe. The speed and precision of the entire thing brought clarity to his addled mind. There had been no opportunity to protest, to fight back, to do anything…
And we come to the present where William contemplates his hatred for the office decorator.
His lovers stood particularly close, the twin indulgent smiles on their lips making him feel uncomfortable and very, very wary.
"Now we certainly have you in a predicament, don't we, Mr. Spears?" the mortician smirked, beginning his typical concentric stroll as he spoke, leaving Grell to stand directly in front of William.
Will tensed. Undertaker only addressed him by his last name when the elder was unhappy with him…
"It stands to reason that your current mental state has been influenced by actions we have taken." Undertaker purred, tracing lips over the back of the ebon haired one's neck. Despite his irritation at the situation, William had to consciously try to ignore the warmth spreading through his body even with the trepidation he felt.
"Of course, as decent members of society, we shall have to take responsibility," Grell softly said, pressing in close and running his hands up William's thighs. William instinctvely wanted to press forward, but he dare not show them how they affected him just from simple touches.
"But you must shoulder some of that responsibility as well." the mortician finished, his breath ghosting over William's ear.
"Wh-what?" William shook his throbbing head, attempting to clear it of any distraction.
"Say you're sorry," Grell cooed as he knelt in front of William, slowly tracing the button line down the front of his trousers.
"Say it, William," Undertaker growled against his ear. "And mean it."
William scowled as he fought off the desire to shiver. He looked down only to meet Grell's hopeful eyes and remembered with a shocking chill of guilt that yes, he was remorseful…Grell was never good at hiding his true feelings. Though William knew the look he gave now was meant to be playful and flirtatious, he could see the hurt hidden behind it all. He could see the tenseness and the anger flickering deep within those beautiful emerald depths. He never wanted to be the reason for hurting him again; Not when he knew he was one of the reasons for his happiness. He sighed, embarrassed by his current circumstances and his earlier behavior, but he was entirely willing to concede a well deserved apology if only it would make Grell stop looking at him like that.
"You have my-AGH!" William was interrupted by Undertaker biting into his neck none-too-gently.
"Hmm?" the mortician hummed as he let go and tapped William's lips. "My apologies. You were saying?"
William tore his eyes from Grell's to glare at the silver maned madman, knowing and dreading that he was falling into yet another trap. His head began to pound.
"I am trying to say I'm s- AH!" William's apology was cut off by a particularly hard rub against his groin.
"Oops! Sorry, I was getting a little distracted," Grell cooed, batting his eyelashes and unabashedly palming William's dawning erection through his pants. "Please continue."
William grit his teeth, knowing just where this game was going, dismally aware that he had no conceivable way to get out of it. He knew that if he continued to try and apologize, he would be cut off by some distraction or another…and between the teasing touches and harsh attacks, he knew both were sure to drive him mad and make him lose his composure. So what was he to do? He would just have to grimace and bear it until an opportunity arose…and try to swallow down this monstrous headache while he was at it…
"I'm-" Undertaker roughly grabbed his rear, cutting himself off with a terribly unmanly yelp of surprise.
"I'm sor-" Grell interrupted him by rubbing his cheek against his groin before moving behind him to caress his back.
"Damnit! I can't say it if you keep-" The mortician circled to the front and pressed forward to dig his finger's into Will's jaw and nip earlobe with a dark derisive laugh, cutting him off yet again.
There was almost an audible snap, and before he even realized what he was doing, William swung forward and wrapped his legs tightly around Undertaker's waist and used his hips to lift himself up to free his hands from the damn chandelier! He pitched forward, knocking them both to the ground, and pressed his still bound wrist's across the elder's throat to effectively pin him to the floor.
"I said," William panted viciously, pressing down harder to make the man beneath him gasp. "I'm sorry."
Undertaker merely lay there, his face a mask of total surprise as he began to turn blue. William's angry gaze cooled and he lifted his wrists to allow the elder to breathe. The mortician's look of shock melted into a tremulous smile and maniacal laughter instantly erupted from his lips.
Unphased and satisfied that his message likely got across, William huffed and stood to leave the useless mass of giggles writhing on the floor. He turned around and walked towards Grell purposefully and pulled the shocked reaper to his feet by his collar. He ignored the scarlet reaper's scared wince and slipped his arms over Grell's head to settle around his thin waist and draw him into a firm, but exceptionally tender kiss.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against Grell's lips, hoping the redhead would be unable to see the blush he knew was dawning on his cheeks.
To be honest, Grell was unsure what the catalyst was for this suddenly more passionate William, but the excitement he felt with his lover's strangely forceful yet gentle attitude greatly outweighed any trepidation he felt. Needless to say, he felt he could forgive Will anything if he could be swept off his feet like this in the end. Grell went with the passion he felt in the air and threw his arms around Will's neck to pull him into a much deeper and far less chaste kiss. William gladly obliged, letting himself be bereft of breath for what he felt was the greater good. But it was Grell who eventually broke the kiss out of need for air and a slight bit of concern. He pulled back and caressed William's face, his fingers gently running over the growing bump on the stoic man's forehead.
"You know, the best cure for headdesk…" the scarlet reaper purred seductively, pressing in tightly.
"…is desksex," the mortician's eerie voice finished Grell's sentence as he pressed in behind William to reach around both bodies and release his wrists from the belt. William hadn't even noticed when he'd stopped laughing…Once the belt fell away, there was a forceful shove from the elder and William found himself firmly pressing Grell's pliant body into the mahogany with Undertaker warmly pressing into him from behind. With the present circumstances, he also found he greatly wanted to know if this theory was true…
Of course, there was only one way to find out.
~~~
Sated and basking in the afterglow of their most recent debauchery, William suddenly turned to Grell and kissed him firmly, but gently.
"My apology was sincere," William whispered softly against Grell's lips. "I don't want you to think-"
Grell interrupted him with a soft kiss of his own. "I know", the redhead said with a warm smile, wrapping his lithe arms around the ebon haired reaper. Undertaker chuckled to himself, watching the display of affection and knew they were finally ready.
+_+_+_+
*New recruit= Uchiha Itachi. See "You Gonna Get Reaped" for details.
Yeah, this chapter was going to go much differently than before. I really like this William. Rather than being constantly flustered and overwhelmed, he takes charge. *fans self* Yeah, I REALLY like this William.
After seeing some cute fanart, my husband and I were discussing what the "T" in William T. Spears could stand for, and he blurted out:
William "Two-Sheds" Spears.
It isn't Will's real name, but because he refused to divulge the truth and Grell kept calling him "Two-Sheds", it stuck.…With the assholes he's around all the time, it's possible. Don't get it? Watch the Monty Python sketch "Arthur 'Two-Sheds' Jackson."
Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel
Pairings: Shinigami sammich
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI, NOR IT'S CHARACTERS, NOR DO I MAKE ANY MONEY WRITING THIS!
Chapter 7: Sticks and Stones. In which William discovers he is the Duke of Asshattery.
+_+_+_+
William had come to the fully logical conclusion that he quite hated the office decorator. In his defense, it was not an unfounded hatred. Really, how was it practical to have a low hanging, load bearing chandelier? One that could so conveniently be used to restrain someone's arms above their head given the proper implements? And why did he have the feeling he was not the first to experience this particular utility of the office décor? William sighed in dismay as he recalled the maddening reasons for his present circumstances.
+Earlier this afternoon+
William sat staring at the mountain of papers still before him and kept finding his mind would wander to thoughts of a much less professional nature. He was haunted by the sights and sounds of a specific night not too long past that had given him so much and made him want more…
…So much more…it was almost an ache…
He shook his head clear. Disappointed in himself that he would succumb to day dreams, he contemplated the healing powers of headdesk. It had aided him once before…Perhaps…
"William!"
He was interrupted from his present course of action by the familiar voice. He looked up from his paperwork to see the shark toothed smile of Grell (one of his recurring issues) peeking around his office door.
"What is it now, Grell? You have already interrupted me innumerable times today."
"Oh, hush! You like that I pay you so much attention!" Grell smirked with a wink. William could feel a slight flush creep into his cheeks, wanting to refute those words, but he also knew that the redhead was absolutely right. He hurriedly looked down to scribble something important. He was at work, damn it! He was expected to keep his composure, and similar moments never affected him as much before! But that was before he had known what he knew now…before he had finally seen what he'd wanted and needed all along. However, he could never let his personal life (no matter how greatly emotionally altered), affect his performance and professionalism. In fact, it was only his flawless work ethic that kept him from marching straight up to the scarlet reaper and kissing that smirk right off his face…as utterly tempting and satisfying as it would be…
"That aside," William muttered with an uncomfortable shuffle in his seat. "What do you want now?"
"I brought a guest," Grell tittered happily as he stepped around the door, dragging another body in by the wrist.
That someone turned out to be a rather chipper Undertaker. He allowed himself to be pulled in by Grell and stood grinning happily at the redhead's side.
"Why, hello, dear William," the silver haired madman smiled. "And how are we today?"
The ebon haired reaper looked over his glasses at the mortician, his amorous feelings instantly cooled by the source of his current bureaucratic headache.
"I have my hands full with the new assistant* you so graciously provided for me," William growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"He is interesting, no?" Undertaker chuckled.
"No. He's far more trouble than anything he may possibly be worth," William sighed tiredly. "But that isn't the current issue. Why are you here?"
"Our darling Grell-"
"I found him wandering around the library and I thought it'd be nice to show him the offices!" the redhead beamed, obviously excited as he wiggled in place.
"It's not like he's never seen them before Grell. He is one of the bureau's founding members. I'm sure a tour of his old workplace is nothing new or exciting," William said blandly.
"Well, I was giving him a personal tour of my office," Grell leered with a sassy hair flip.
"I quite liked the chaise lounge," Undertaker grinned vapidly. "Though how you're going to explain that stain to the janitorial staff is-"
"Enough! I don't need to hear about your escapades! I have reports to finish. Tell me what it is you want, or kindly leave."
Grell pouted, slightly put out by William's attitude.
"Well, I thought it would be nice to come see you and maybe go home together?"
William yearned to do just that once he saw the pair walk through the door. But because of the rookie Undertaker had thrown on him and because of Grell's constant interruptions, he was so far behind in his work he couldn't possibly go home for hours yet.
"I thought I had made it quite clear that I have work to finish." William said, voicing his displeasure. "Had I not been shouldered with looking after a troublesome new employee or interrupted pointlessly so many times today, it might be a different case. But seeing as so much of my time has been wasted, in a manner much like it is presently, I am stuck here."
"Are you calling me a waste of time?" Grell huffed, half joking.
William saw the two of them standing so cozily together and wanted so badly to just go home for the day. But he couldn't! He had to finish his work, and their annoying interruptions were preventing him from completing his tasks and leaving! But he knew that even though he could not join them, they would still indulge themselves this evening. They could, and likely would, thoroughly enjoy each other's company in many ways while he sat in his office writing reports! And though William had not been troubled by these thoughts before, ever since being forcibly pushed into this haphazard relationship, he felt slighted at the prospect of those two being alone together any more. Not that he would ever tell them that.
William looked at Grell coldly.
"At the present, yes."
Grell's eyes widened as his jaw dropped and he blinked rapidly in confusion, his happy mood instantly killed.
"Y-You-" he stammered, the words evading him with William's cold response echoing through his mind.
William went back to work on his papers to avoid the sight of the redhead in shock.
"You-! You ASSHOLE!" Grell screeched at the top of his lungs as he tore out of the office. Undertaker grinned at William with a solemn shake of his head and followed after.
Once he heard the click of the door signaling that it had shut, William finally indulged in headdesk with a heartfelt thud.
+Meanwhile+
Undertaker quickly caught up to the flustered ginger, calmly guiding him to a sequestered area where no one would come in search of them despite the racket Grell had caused.
"Who does he think he is? I thought things were different now! He was so sweet and- Oh! Damn me for being a hopeful idiot! I should have known better!" Grell spat, shaking in anger as he paced back and forth.
"There is nothing to be damning yourself for, my dear. His wholly unsavory behavior is not a reflection of his feelings for you. You know as well as I do that he does not react well to stress," Undertaker assured.
"That doesn't mean he can be an ass like that! I can't believe he just said that to me!"
"Do not take it to heart," the mortician said softly.
"He must be incredibly stressed to act like that. That was just cruel!" Grell seethed, but quickly became crestfallen as he thought about William's biting behavior.
"But…I…I did distract him quite a bit today…" the redhead said reflectively with a frown. "Maybe it is partly my fault. Maybe I should go apologize."
"In due time. While one may be partially at fault for having caused stress unintentionally, he is entirely at fault for lashing out with the full intent to hurt. You cannot let his behavior go by unpunished. Our dear William must learn that there is as much give as there is take," Undertaker smiled evilly.
Grell sneered. "Oh, I'd like to give him-"
"And you shall, milady," Undertaker cooed as he took up Grell's hand to place a gentle kiss to his wrist. "Come listen to my plan."
+Back to William+
William knew was far from the ideal lover, but he knew well enough that no matter the provocations, one did not EVER say anything so callous to someone they considered a romantic partner!
Why did he have to say that! Yes, Grell was a nuisance, but he did not deserve to be told something so horrible by someone he trusted. A waste of time? Grell couldn't be a waste of time…not in the sense he knew the redhead was thinking. Grell was something quite extraordinary in William's life. Since that awkward, yet blessed, night things just seemed to fit like they should have all along. He was not as short tempered with Grell, and Grell while still admirably fiery, was significantly calmer. He was actually able to relax around the redhead, which was surprising for someone as admittedly tense as William. Grell was something he had never had before…Time with him (outside of work, or course) was something he looked forward to in way he hadn't been able to admit before. He was someone he wanted to spend leisure time with…to share things with…
Damnit. Grell was probably in tears thinking the time they had spent together was something William regretted…
…and Undertaker had predictably followed right behind him. What would the mortician tell him? To end their relationship? To forgive William's terrible behavior? It wasn't that William particularly liked or disliked his former superior. Undertaker just came with Grell…and he was sort of a blessing in disguise. With his trepidations in this new relationship, Undertaker was his guide. He would subtly show William Grell's needs and desires without interfering too much and would consequently show William what he himself truly wanted…not to mention he often found himself in awe of (and very secretly appreciative of) the elder's impressive repertoire of various "skills". But the harsh reality was now he was on his own…The mortician had gone to comfort Grell…
William frowned as he realized he had only worsened his irritation. Before, it was unlikely that he would be able to indulge in his lovers' company tonight, now it was a surety. And he was likely to be void of their company for several weeks. If he was to ever be with them again. And he only had himself to blame.
He found the rhythmic action of his forehead continually coming into contact with his desk was therapeutically numbing, It distracted him from imagining the pained expression that was undoubtedly on the redhead's face…of imagining tear streaked cheeks…of missing that shark toothed smile…of missing that undeniable satisfaction he felt when pressed warmly between two bodies…It helped him to overlook the annoying twinge in his chest…
"That might be an advantageous motion were your head in someone's lap," suddenly came Undertaker's all too familiar and dangerous voice from behind him. "But seeing as it is not, assuredly due to your own idiocy, allow me to assist you in your present course of action."
Bony fingers grasped the back of his neck and slammed his head into the mahogany. William saw stars. Disoriented, he could do nothing as he was pulled up out of his chair and forced to stand.
"The belt, darling. Get his belt." Undertaker chuckled. In the blink of an eye, William's belt was smoothly removed, wrapped tightly around his wrists, and his hands were looped over an awaiting arm on the overhead chandelier, forcing him to stand on tiptoe. The speed and precision of the entire thing brought clarity to his addled mind. There had been no opportunity to protest, to fight back, to do anything…
And we come to the present where William contemplates his hatred for the office decorator.
His lovers stood particularly close, the twin indulgent smiles on their lips making him feel uncomfortable and very, very wary.
"Now we certainly have you in a predicament, don't we, Mr. Spears?" the mortician smirked, beginning his typical concentric stroll as he spoke, leaving Grell to stand directly in front of William.
Will tensed. Undertaker only addressed him by his last name when the elder was unhappy with him…
"It stands to reason that your current mental state has been influenced by actions we have taken." Undertaker purred, tracing lips over the back of the ebon haired one's neck. Despite his irritation at the situation, William had to consciously try to ignore the warmth spreading through his body even with the trepidation he felt.
"Of course, as decent members of society, we shall have to take responsibility," Grell softly said, pressing in close and running his hands up William's thighs. William instinctvely wanted to press forward, but he dare not show them how they affected him just from simple touches.
"But you must shoulder some of that responsibility as well." the mortician finished, his breath ghosting over William's ear.
"Wh-what?" William shook his throbbing head, attempting to clear it of any distraction.
"Say you're sorry," Grell cooed as he knelt in front of William, slowly tracing the button line down the front of his trousers.
"Say it, William," Undertaker growled against his ear. "And mean it."
William scowled as he fought off the desire to shiver. He looked down only to meet Grell's hopeful eyes and remembered with a shocking chill of guilt that yes, he was remorseful…Grell was never good at hiding his true feelings. Though William knew the look he gave now was meant to be playful and flirtatious, he could see the hurt hidden behind it all. He could see the tenseness and the anger flickering deep within those beautiful emerald depths. He never wanted to be the reason for hurting him again; Not when he knew he was one of the reasons for his happiness. He sighed, embarrassed by his current circumstances and his earlier behavior, but he was entirely willing to concede a well deserved apology if only it would make Grell stop looking at him like that.
"You have my-AGH!" William was interrupted by Undertaker biting into his neck none-too-gently.
"Hmm?" the mortician hummed as he let go and tapped William's lips. "My apologies. You were saying?"
William tore his eyes from Grell's to glare at the silver maned madman, knowing and dreading that he was falling into yet another trap. His head began to pound.
"I am trying to say I'm s- AH!" William's apology was cut off by a particularly hard rub against his groin.
"Oops! Sorry, I was getting a little distracted," Grell cooed, batting his eyelashes and unabashedly palming William's dawning erection through his pants. "Please continue."
William grit his teeth, knowing just where this game was going, dismally aware that he had no conceivable way to get out of it. He knew that if he continued to try and apologize, he would be cut off by some distraction or another…and between the teasing touches and harsh attacks, he knew both were sure to drive him mad and make him lose his composure. So what was he to do? He would just have to grimace and bear it until an opportunity arose…and try to swallow down this monstrous headache while he was at it…
"I'm-" Undertaker roughly grabbed his rear, cutting himself off with a terribly unmanly yelp of surprise.
"I'm sor-" Grell interrupted him by rubbing his cheek against his groin before moving behind him to caress his back.
"Damnit! I can't say it if you keep-" The mortician circled to the front and pressed forward to dig his finger's into Will's jaw and nip earlobe with a dark derisive laugh, cutting him off yet again.
There was almost an audible snap, and before he even realized what he was doing, William swung forward and wrapped his legs tightly around Undertaker's waist and used his hips to lift himself up to free his hands from the damn chandelier! He pitched forward, knocking them both to the ground, and pressed his still bound wrist's across the elder's throat to effectively pin him to the floor.
"I said," William panted viciously, pressing down harder to make the man beneath him gasp. "I'm sorry."
Undertaker merely lay there, his face a mask of total surprise as he began to turn blue. William's angry gaze cooled and he lifted his wrists to allow the elder to breathe. The mortician's look of shock melted into a tremulous smile and maniacal laughter instantly erupted from his lips.
Unphased and satisfied that his message likely got across, William huffed and stood to leave the useless mass of giggles writhing on the floor. He turned around and walked towards Grell purposefully and pulled the shocked reaper to his feet by his collar. He ignored the scarlet reaper's scared wince and slipped his arms over Grell's head to settle around his thin waist and draw him into a firm, but exceptionally tender kiss.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against Grell's lips, hoping the redhead would be unable to see the blush he knew was dawning on his cheeks.
To be honest, Grell was unsure what the catalyst was for this suddenly more passionate William, but the excitement he felt with his lover's strangely forceful yet gentle attitude greatly outweighed any trepidation he felt. Needless to say, he felt he could forgive Will anything if he could be swept off his feet like this in the end. Grell went with the passion he felt in the air and threw his arms around Will's neck to pull him into a much deeper and far less chaste kiss. William gladly obliged, letting himself be bereft of breath for what he felt was the greater good. But it was Grell who eventually broke the kiss out of need for air and a slight bit of concern. He pulled back and caressed William's face, his fingers gently running over the growing bump on the stoic man's forehead.
"You know, the best cure for headdesk…" the scarlet reaper purred seductively, pressing in tightly.
"…is desksex," the mortician's eerie voice finished Grell's sentence as he pressed in behind William to reach around both bodies and release his wrists from the belt. William hadn't even noticed when he'd stopped laughing…Once the belt fell away, there was a forceful shove from the elder and William found himself firmly pressing Grell's pliant body into the mahogany with Undertaker warmly pressing into him from behind. With the present circumstances, he also found he greatly wanted to know if this theory was true…
Of course, there was only one way to find out.
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Sated and basking in the afterglow of their most recent debauchery, William suddenly turned to Grell and kissed him firmly, but gently.
"My apology was sincere," William whispered softly against Grell's lips. "I don't want you to think-"
Grell interrupted him with a soft kiss of his own. "I know", the redhead said with a warm smile, wrapping his lithe arms around the ebon haired reaper. Undertaker chuckled to himself, watching the display of affection and knew they were finally ready.
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*New recruit= Uchiha Itachi. See "You Gonna Get Reaped" for details.
Yeah, this chapter was going to go much differently than before. I really like this William. Rather than being constantly flustered and overwhelmed, he takes charge. *fans self* Yeah, I REALLY like this William.
After seeing some cute fanart, my husband and I were discussing what the "T" in William T. Spears could stand for, and he blurted out:
William "Two-Sheds" Spears.
It isn't Will's real name, but because he refused to divulge the truth and Grell kept calling him "Two-Sheds", it stuck.…With the assholes he's around all the time, it's possible. Don't get it? Watch the Monty Python sketch "Arthur 'Two-Sheds' Jackson."