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Office Party

by Zoni and Midnight Voyager

               Little by little, William T. Spears slowly began to wake up. All that he could see was darkness, broken only by a small seam of light that outlined a door. Everything felt like it was spinning, and his head felt like he had pounded it against bricks. He could tell that he was inside of a small room, but beyond that, everything was a mystery. Try as he might, William couldn't remember how he had gotten there or anything that had happened the night before. Though he had no idea what time it was, he had no desire to risk being late for work. He needed to get out of there. His entire body felt incredibly heavy, and he wondered for a moment if he would even be able to move. Putting his hands on the ground, he tried to push himself to his feet. He let out a grunt and fell backwards when the heavy weight on his lap groaned. "Geez, Will, be a little more gentle, won't you? I'm trying to sleep!"

               A sudden sense of doom descended upon William as he realized that his body felt heavy, because Grell had somehow fallen asleep in his lap. The night before suddenly came crashing back to him. There had been an office party. With the shinigami, it only happened once every couple of years. There was always so much work to do that they rarely had the opportunity to let loose. Many of the other reapers had been drinking, but William knew better. He held back and turned away offers of drinks, even though he didn't receive many offers to begin with. After all, it wasn't fitting for a person at his level in the company to indulge in such frivolities. He couldn't afford anything that might affect his judgement. However, a couple of the underlings had complained that William was just too unsociable, and some of his peers also seemed put off by his stoic resistance. In the end, he had decided that one small drink might make him seem more involved with the other employees and the company as a whole. After that, everything was a blur. And now, here he was, asleep in a strange room with Grell sleeping on his lap. That was it. He had to get out of there. William bolted to his feet, ignoring the loud cracking sound and protests as Grell hit the floor. He threw the door open and stepped outside.

               William found himself standing in the middle of one of the lower management offices. As with most of the Shinigami Dispatch Association offices, cubicles were evenly spaced out across the floor, lit by sunlight that filtered in through the pressed glass windows. A single, lonely-looking plant sat on one of the center desks. Its green leaves were the only color in the otherwise entirely neutral room. Turning slightly, he observed that he had just emerged from one of the supply closets. Inside, atop several piles of paper and some questionably positioned staplers, Grell was sprawled out, wearing William's jacket. His shirt, vest, and tie were completely undone, and there was a sock on his forehead.

               Stepping forward, William yanked the jacket off of his subordinate, ignoring the indignant shout that it got him. He stepped away and closed the door. Turning, he faced the other shinigami that were standing around the room. They were all staring at him as if he had grown a second head. "Excuse me," he said. As quickly as possible, he walked toward the door that lead to his own office.

               The door to the supply closet flew open, and Grell stumbled out. He did his best to fasten his clothing as he blinked blearily at the bright lights around the office. From nearby, Ronald Knox grinned at him. "So, how was it?"

               "He's so mean to me!" Grell pouted, sticking out his bottom lip as he did his best to retie the ribbon around his neck. "He didn't even say good bye! Or good morning, for that matter."

               "You'll have to tell me about it later," Ronald winked. "Right now, you're late for work, and I need to get back down to my own desk."

               "Late?" Grell glanced up at a clock on the wall. "Geez. He really is going to kill me!"

               And with that, the day began.

               At his desk, William was looking over papers for more souls that had to be retrieved in the next week. He had already finished his reports and summaries for the souls he had collected last week, but these particular cases seemed to be taking forever just to check over. He rarely had trouble concentrating, but today seemed to be an exception to the rule. It wasn't his fault, however. The other reapers in the office kept talking and giggling in hushed voices, all of them discussing last night's party. This was precisely why he didn't endorse such unprofessional activities. It always caused trouble with the work flow for at least a week afterward. On top of that, several people had come by to congratulate him. He had glared at them, and they had turned around and run off without explaining why they were congratulating him. He wasn't entirely certain he wanted to know why in the first place. He still wasn't entirely certain how he had wound up in a closet with Grell, and that was disturbing enough.

               Was it possible that something had actually happened with Grell? William's head pounded even harder at the thought of it. It was true that he had always found Grell rather attractive, and somehow the other reaper seemed to know about it. It didn't matter. Grell was incredibly childish, and attraction didn't matter in the workplace. It was unprofessional to even think about the other man in such a way. The fact that he chose to ignore that attraction only seemed to annoy Grell worse. It was almost as if Grell went out of his way to drive him insane. Surely a little alcohol wouldn't have been enough to force him to give into the red-haired idiot's insistent flirting. William paused and looked down at the paperwork he was filling out. He had written down the wrong date. He glared at the numbers on the page, but they didn't change. He wasn't focusing as well as he needed to. He needed coffee.

               Pushing away from his desk, William stood and made his way down the hall to the break room. The small alcove was as clean as a hospital room, but the walls were covered in endless posters encouraging safety, honesty, and diligence. He eyed one of the posters that hung directly above the coffee machine, which clearly read 'Overtime shall set you free'. Resting his death scythe against the counter, he lifted the coffee pot and poured some of the hot liquid into a mug that rested nearby.

               "Did you ever get the lamp to tell you the punch line?" someone asked from beside the counter. William looked up to see Eric sipping a cup of coffee, looking as careless as ever.

               William adjusted his glasses and stared blandly back at him. "Excuse me?"

               "You were having quite a time last night," Eric said. "You don't remember?"

               "Assume I don't. What, exactly, do you mean by 'quite a time'?"

               Eric swallowed the last of his coffee, tilting the cup up to get the last couple of drops. "Woah, boss. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I didn't mean anything by it." He didn't exactly seem sincere.

               "What, exactly, did you mean?" William set his coffee down on the counter and turned to look at the other man.

               Eric shrugged and tossed his cup into a nearby trashcan. "You were actually having fun, or something close to it. Had your glasses up on top of your head, and you were carrying on a conversation with a lamp. Seemed to think it was Ronald, and that it was telling you a joke."

               "The lamp was telling me a joke? I would nev--" William stopped himself. He was clearly not convinced, but it was hard to fight a statement like that without proof to the negative. Had he really been that far gone after one drink? It was ridiculous. He had woken up in a closet, though. It would be better to know what had actually happened rather than making assumptions based on the situation he had found himself in that morning. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Did you happen to see where I went after that?"

               "Saw you heading down the hall with that one guy, Grell," Eric said, turning to leave. "You're a far braver man than I, I'll say that."

               William watched as Eric walked out of the room. The information that he had managed to gather was not encouraging. If anything, it gave him more to be concerned about. Taking his coffee and his hedge shears with him, he walked back to his desk and sat down, staring at the paperwork in front of him. The coffee was definitely helping his headache, but it wasn't helping him concentrate. The incident had already happened. Regardless of what had happened, there was nothing that could be done to rectify it now. However, William knew that he would have to be certain that another such incident wouldn't happen.

               Hours passed, and the other shinigami filed out of the office little by little as they completed their work. As the last one left, William surveyed the remaining stack of papers on his desk with disgust. Moments later, the door to the office clicked open again and Grell pranced in. If he noticed that someone else was there, he didn't show it. Walking lightly over to his own desk, Grell flung himself into the chair and sighed happily. He immediately took out a pencil and a piece of paper and began doodling, oblivious to the fact that William was walking up behind him. Stretching out as he finished a doodle, Grell beamed happily at the piece of paper in front of him. "It took me all day, but I did my very best work! And I did it all for you..."

               William froze. Was Grell talking to him? Was it possible that Grell had actually worked hard just to make a good impression on him? A little of the anger that he felt over the incident that morning faded, and he almost felt flattered. No one had ever really tried to do their best for him. He knew that the only reason he got quality results was because of how harshly he punished lazy workers. Unless they knew that he was watching, they never did anything. Yet here was Grell, working hard just to make him happy. He never knew that Grell had thought so highly of him. Perhaps he wouldn't be as harsh as he had originally planned.

               Any affection he felt crawled in a corner and died the second that Grell opened his mouth again. "Ahhh, Sebas-chan!"

               Glaring, William walked up behind Grell and looked down at the piece of paper the red-haired shinigami had been doodling on. It was covered with awkward drawings of demons, with lettering that read 'Grell Michaelis', as well as one very disturbing illustration simply labeled 'this is our baby ------>". Beside those scribbles, William could make out a sketch of someone who very definitely resembled himself, complete with his hedge shears at its side. There was a heart next to it. Ignoring that, William cleared his throat to get Grell's attention.

               Spinning around in his office chair, Grell hopped to his feet, holding his arms open as if he were going to hug William. "Will! I didn't think that even you would be here this late!"

               William propped his death scythe in front of himself, preventing Grell from getting any closer. "Grell, we need to talk about this morning. What happened was totally unaccep--"

               "This morning was wonderful! I loved waking up in your arms, even if it didn't last for long!" Grell clapped his hand together and held them to his chest, sighing dramatically. "Though, next time, let's try my bed. It's always better without the staplers..."

               "-- was totally unacceptable." William said, determined not to be distracted. It was amazing how Grell could completely ignore whatever conversation was going on around him. William fought with the temptation to hit him with his scythe. It would probably be better if he just explained the infraction and hoped that he understood. Taking a breath, he continued. "It is also against company policy. There are strict rules about employee fraternization, not to mention the countless hours of work that were neglected due to--"

               Grell stopped his excited wiggling and looked up at William. The hurt expression on his face was enough to make William take a step backward. As quietly as he was capable of managing, Grell asked, "Are you saying... that you didn't enjoy it?"

               "That's... not what I said." Great. Now it looked as if Grell might start crying. William pushed his glasses further up on his nose and wondered how he had even gotten himself into this situation. However, he couldn't let his subordinate's emotions interfere with work. "However, regulations state that employees are not t--"

               "So you did like it, then?" Grell elbowed his way past the shears and pounced on Will, wrapping his arms around him enthusiastically. Freezing for a moment, William quickly recovered his composure and quickly pried Grell's hands off of him, pushing the smaller man away. Oblivious to the gesture, Grell simply smiled and shrugged. "After this morning, I was wondering if you were mad at me. I was thinking about it all day, you know. Even when Sebas-chan and I were getting soooo cozy on the roof tops in London, I was always thinking about you, Will!"

               William frowned at the mention of the demon's name. "Sebastian?"

               "Yes!" Grell took a deep breath and pressed his hands to his heart. "Sebas-chan and I had a beautiful moment today. He is very handsome and chic when he is flinging flatware, don't you think? He'll be the death of me!"

               Just the mention of Sebastian's name caused Will to feel very uneasy, though he wasn't entirely certain why. It wasn't just the fact that Sebastian was a demon that bothered him. It was the fact that Grell had been spending so much time around him. "You know that demons steal souls from reapers like us. That means more overtime and more paperwork. You need to stop spending time around him."

               "He hasn't stolen any souls yet!" Grell pouted and looked up at him. "Why are all the beautiful men so cruel?"

               "I'm not beauti--" Will stopped and cleared his throat. While he had pushed Grell off of him, the other man was still standing only a few inches away. His closeness was distracting, and his words had caught William off guard. For someone who prided himself on composure, he was doing very poorly in this situation. Ignoring his own mistake, he said, "I am not cruel. It is simply business."

               The look of distraction in Grell's eyes vanished as he heard what William was saying. Looking surprised, he asked, "Not beautiful? Why ever would you say that, William?" He leaned closer, his face close enough that William could feel his breath.

               Having Grell so close to him made the man's presence impossible to ignore. William could feel a faint blush rising in his cheeks as Grell batted his eyelashes at him, obviously looking for some sort of response. With the two of them standing this close together in an empty office, it was hard to deny that he felt something for Grell. Hadn't he wondered from time to time what it would be like to have him this close? It was temptation at it's finest. Grell, however, had still continued babbling about his beloved 'Sebas-chan'. The demon wouldn't go away no matter what William did. The thought of Grell with that fiend brought William's thoughts crashing back down to reality, and for once in a very long while, he was jealous.

               Oblivious to the thoughts running through his superior's mind, Grell smiled. "You're blushing, Will. You're very handsome when you look at me like that, you know. Your eyes are enough to send chills down my spine. Am I the reason for that look?"

               "Do not assume things." William took a big step backwards and turned away from Grell, his eyes hard as he glanced at his subordinate. "You should stop throwing yourself at every man that walks by."

               "I may flirt with many people," Grell said, leaning forward and planting a kiss on William's cheek before he could walk away, "but this is only for you."

               William stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Grell. "What was that?"

               "You don't know what a kiss is?" Grell's smile quickly widened into a grin. He reached up and grabbed William's tie. "Let me explain." With a quick tug, Grell pulled him down into a kiss.

               Shocked, William went stock still against Grell. Then, slowly, he felt himself responding to the warm lips that were pressed against his own. His reason urged him to stop, and pulled away slightly. "Grell, this isn't--"

               Grell pulled him back down, running his tongue across William's bottom lip. Unwittingly, William pressed himself into the kiss. The red-haired reaper in front of him was intoxicating. He smelled so good, and his lips were so inviting. They broke apart, and William began to protest. "We're at work, and--"

               Grell reached a hand up to play with William's hair, leaning back up to kiss him. William gave in, reaching out and putting a hand on Grell's back as he pulled him closer. It felt so good... But they were at work. It wasn't right. Just then, though, it really didn't seem to matter. Much. In a daze, he stopped kissing Grell long enough to try to finish his thought. "-- against policies, and--"

               William nearly lost his grip on his death scythe as Grell pulled him down for another kiss. He could feel the edge of teeth on his lip as Grell's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. It was impossible to think straight with Grell rubbing up against him the way that he was. When Grell pulled away and looked at him, he could barely think straight. Grell smiled. "What was that you were saying about policies?"

               "What policies?" William whispered.

               Leaning on him, Grell brushed his lips across his cheek and whispered in his ear. "They don't apply in my apartment..."

               Nodding, William followed as Grell pulled him to the doors that lead out of the offices.



               The door to Grell's apartment flew open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang. William pressed Grell up against the hard wood, kissing him hungrily as they both stumbled into the small house. They were barely able to take their hands off of each other. They broke apart long enough for William to set his shears against a wall. Grell pulled his own jacket off, tossing it onto a nearby couch. William's coat quickly joined it. "Shirt?" Grell pressed his hands against the white fabric on William's chest. William reached up and loosened his tie as Grell began to unfasten the buttons beneath it. Rather than let him remove it, however, Grell stopped him and wiggled the shirt out from under the neckwear. Purring, he said, "I love a man in a tie."

               William pulled Grell roughly up against him, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Little by little, they stumbled back towards the bedroom, tripping over furniture and their own clothing as they pulled it off one piece at a time. Once in the bedroom, William ran his arm across the top of the bed, knocking all of the plush toys that covered the blankets down to the ground. Once the space was cleared, he turned and pushed Grell back onto the bed. Gesturing towards the pants that Grell wore, he said, "Take them off."

               "Ahh! I love how direct you are!" Grell said, quickly unfastening his trousers and sliding them down until he could kick them off.

               "No undergarments?" Will climbed onto the bed and dragged himself up until he was hovering over Grell. "You weren't appropriately dressed for the office. That's a violation of dress code."

               "Perhaps you should check for violation more often, senpai." Grell leaned up and pulled William down on top of him.

               Reaching down with both hands, William grabbed both of Grell's wrists and brought them up above his head, pinning to the headboard with one hand. Using his free hand, he reached down to stroke Grell's erection. William leaned down and ran his tongue along Grell's lips, just long enough to make him open his mouth and gasp. William smirked. "You've been wanting this."

               "I've always wanted you, Will," Grell said, licking his lips and arching his back as he tried to push himself closer to the man above him. William pulled his hands away from Grell's wrists and began to move down his body, eventually settling between his legs. When his mouth closed around Grell's arousal, the man underneath him groaned. "I don't think I'm the only one that has been wanting this, though."

               Running his tongue along the head of Grell's cock, Wiliam teased the tip for a moment before taking as much of the length into his mouth as he could manage. His tongue flicked the small slit that he found there, and the response it garnered was enough to send chills down his spine. The sound of Grell's voice, so light as he cried out, was music to his ears. It was the first truly useful thing that had come out of Grell's mouth in weeks. He had always loved the way the redhead looked when he was frustrated. In a way, it was rather... cute. Right now, however, it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He drew his lips back and swirled his tongue around the head of Grell's penis. All the while, his eyes never left the beautiful face above him.

               "Your mouth feels like heaven," Grell moaned. His mouth fell open as he pressed his head against the pillows underneath him. "I'm getting very close."

               "Not yet."

               William's hands and mouth left Grell's skin, drawing a frustrated cry from the back of the reaper's throat. "That's so mean! You're such a tease, Will!"

               The words had barely left his mouth before William was pinning him back against the bed once more. Hovering over top of him, the senior shinigami grabbed Grell's hand and pulled it down to his own erection, encouraging him to touch him. As Grell started to unfasten his pants, he whispered, "I thought you liked it like this, Grell."

               The feel of Grell's tongue exploring his mouth was blissful. Everything about the other man seemed to pull William in, so far that he couldn't even think clearly. He wanted this. No, that wasn't right. He needed this. The feel of Grell's hands as they worked to unfasten his pants, sliding his undergarments down along with them far enough that warm hands could touch his skin, was addictive. How long had it been since someone had touched him like this? William couldn't remember. He only knew that he wanted to feel more of it. He buried one hand in the red hair that surrounded Grell's face, crying out as he felt Grell's fingers begin to stroke him.

               Leaning his weight on the hand that was buried in his partner's hair, he reached down with his other hand and began to run his fingertips along Grell's own arousal. He wanted more. He pulled Grell's hand away from him, pressing their mutual arousals together and stroking them both as he ground himself against Grell's length. Every movement felt like fire against his skin. It was overwhelming; it felt as if he might catch fire. Grell's arms suddenly wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, both of them panting as each of them fought for dominance in the touch. Suddenly, Grell screamed. His entire body went taut underneath of William as he came, pumping thick streams of fluid across both of their stomachs. With several more strokes of his hand, William followed suit, grunting through clenched teeth as he finished. Out of breath, he collapsed on top of Grell, rolling to the side few seconds later.

               For a long while, the two of them lay silently in the darkness. The only light in the room came from the moonlight that filtered through the curtained windows, tracing patterns like lace across their skin. Grell was covered in sweat and semen. His hair was plastered to his forehead and face. William could see that he was smiling at him. Despite himself, he smiled back. In this light, he had to admit that Grell was something close to beautiful.

               He couldn't believe that he had just done that. It probably hadn't been a good idea. The company certainly wouldn't approve. In the very least, if anyone found out, he'd have weeks of extra paperwork and overtime. Even though he knew that it was a possibility, it didn't bother him. Much.

               Grell's hand reached out and found his, lacing their fingers together. "That was amazing, Will." After a pause, he smiled. "That would make Sebas-chan very jealous, you know."

               Every bit of affection that he had felt for Grell drained out of him as he heard those words. A cold chill of deception and betrayal settled on William's heart as he heard those words leave Grell's lips. He pulled his hand away from the smaller one it had been wrapped around. Slowly, he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. Mechanically, William pulled his clothes back on before he stood and walked across the room. At the door, he said, "Excuse me." With that, he left.

               Only when William had reached the door did Grell realize what was happening. "Will! Where are you going?" As quickly as possible, he pulled on a robe and darted after him. Reaching the door of the apartment, he watched as Will headed down the walkway towards the street. "Will! Where are you going! Come back! Please, stay with me!"

               Turning to look at Grell for a moment, William's gaze was unbelievably cold. "Good night."

               As William walked silently out of sight, Grell wondered what had gone so wrong.
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