Distraught Lovers

ÒSorry to interrupt.Ó William adjusted his glasses and retracted his scythe and stared coldly down at the scene before him. Grell Sutcliffe, battered and bloody, a demon holding his own illegally modified scythe above him. ÒI am William T. Spears of the Dispatch Management Division of the Death Gods. I am here to pick up..that.Ó He begrudgingly indicated Grell with a curt nod of his head.
Grell finally found his voice after the initial panic at SebastianÕs threat and surprise of WillÕs appearance wore off. ÒWill- William! YouÕve come to save me- Ghk-Ó, his elation was cut off by WilliamÕs feet coming down straight on his head. ÒDispatch member Grell Sutcliffe, you have broken regulations. Firstly you have killed people whose names were not listed on the death list,Ó William stomped for emphasis, ÒAnd also you have used your scythe without permission and even modified it without following proper procedures.Ó He ground his heels into the back of GrellÕs head, cruelly ignoring his protests and repeated pleas to let him up.
William glared when Sebastian made himself known by badly stifling a chuckle at GrellÕs misfortune. ÒThis thing has caused you a lot of trouble.Ó William bowed and offered his card; Grell visibly flinched at being called a thing. ÒReallyÉ I actually have to bow to a creature like you. What is this world coming toÉÓ he drawled, furious at having to swallow his pride and be courteous in lieu of his subordinate.
Sebastian tossed the card into the air nonchalantly, giving a sneering grin. ÒIn that case, do keep an eye on him so as to not trouble creatures like me.Ó William adjusted his glasses again irritably. ÒDemons are those who use any means to leech what they can from humans.Ó Sebastian smiled good naturedly, obviously amused at the situation. ÒI do not dismiss that claim.Ó
William only then seemed to notice Ciel watching near his auntÕs body. ÒBecause you are a hound that is on a leash, it seems you are slightly better than the other mongrels running wild.Ó He sighed and grabbed Grell by the hair, eliciting a drawn out groan from the weakened death god. ÒCome along, Grell Sutcliffe. You have a lot of backed up paperwork to complete.Ó He turned and dragged Grell along with him, only pausing to slow GrellÕs scythe and let it drop onto its owner. ÒYou left this behind.Ó Sebastian explained politely. ÒVery well, thankyou.Ó And with that, the pair disappeared.

Grell stared uneasily at the door to WilliamÕs office. HeÕd been allowed a day to rest and heal, but there had been a summon left on his desk when he returned to work that morning, and heÕd been avoiding WillÕs office like the plague. HeÕd spent the entire day working on the mound of paperwork heÕd caused, but the day was over and Will was still waiting for him.
He couldnÕt put it off any longer; he knew what WillÕs silence meant. He was absolutely furious. He took a deep breath and tapped at the door gently, hoping that by some miracle William would have left early today. ÒYes, what is it?Ó came the nearly monotonous reply. He could just imagine Will pouring over some new draft of paperwork for whatever new rule the Dispatch Society wanted added to the list. He opened the door just a crack, and peeked in nervously. ÒW-William, itÕs meÉÓ Grell replied meekly, his voice faltering a bit. WilliamÕs pen stilled when he heard the voice.
ÒCome in and shut the door, Grell Sutcliffe.Ó He said it quietly, and Grell knew this was going to be bad. William only used full names when he was exceptionally angry. If he hadnÕt been wounded yesterday, he would have run away screaming at the first mention of his full name. Grell did as he was told quickly and quietly, his nerves growing with every quiet moment. William finished his signatures, straightened the important documents, and filed them away out of sight. He glanced up at Grell coldly, then stood and went to the door. He fished a tiny gold key out of his coat pocket, and set it into the lock. The sound of the lock turning seemed to echo in the room, and GrellÕs stomach felt like lead.
ÒYou had a simple assignment. Find the source of the murders in Whitechaple. Instead, you cut off all contact with the society and disappear for five monthsÉÓ William stared Grell down, making the other feel immeasurably small. ÒInstead, I find you working with the murderer, covering up her trail, and finally, consorting with a demon.Ó William spat the word, finally showing emotion on his face. Disgust. He was absolutely disgusted with GrellÕs behavior.
ÒWi-William, I-Ò William ignored his feeble attempt at an explanation, instead moving to pace behind his desk. ÒIt was a simple assignment.Ó, he hissed. ÒYou were to return immediately after you found the culprit, or was that not made clear? You were not ordered to abandon the society for a whim!Ó WilliamÕs voice was rising with each syllable until he finally burst. He slammed his hands down onto the desk, ÒYou were not ordered to abandon me, Grell Sutcliffe! I demand an explanation!Ó His gloved hands strained to grip the edge of the desk in an attempt not to lash out at the man in red.
ÒWilliam you donÕt understand! Madam Red- It didnÕt have anything to do with you!Ó Grell stepped forward and tried to calm Will, but he seemed to only hear ÔMadam RedÕ and zoned in on that. ÒThat woman- you changed your body, hid yourself from me for five months- All to play lapdog to some woman? She was the culprit, your duty was to bring her to me for judgment!Ó Grell finally raised his own voice, ÒI couldnÕt do that! Madam Red was different. Angelina was strong and passionate, beautiful-Ò He stopped when he noticed WilliamÕs expression change drastically. He sat down and clasped his hands together on his desk. ÒDid you love her?Ó
GrellÕs heart nearly stopped. William was dead serious, there was absolutely no emotion on his features, his lips pulled into a tight line. ÒI will repeat. Do you love this Angelina Durless woman? You must have felt something for her, to jeopardize your whole career, your relationship with me, for her.Ó WilliamÕs eyes fell to the crimson coat hanging off GrellÕs shoulders. HeÕd washed and mended it, but there was no mistaking that it had recently bore the mark of GrellÕs scythe. The same mark that had bloodied the womanÕs body. The tips of GrellÕs ears were red, and he struggled to provide an answer for his impatient boss.
ÒI donÕt- I, maybe, I-Ò the redhead stammered, hating all of this. William was the only one that could actively make him feel like that mousy haired, meek little man that heÕd portrayed as Madam RedÕs butler. ÒI thought I did.Ó He finally admitted. William stayed silent. It was worse than him yelling. ÒShe was passionate red incarnate! I saw her and I had to Will, I couldnÕt resist her!Ó He moved around the side of the desk and tried to take WillÕs arm, but another cold glare froze him. ÒButÉ In the end she wasnÕt. She turned out to be a weak little human. I didnÕt truly love herÉ William, you must believe me! I always meant to come back, I wasnÕt abandoning you!Ó
ÒAnd how did the demon fit into your grand plan, Sutcliffe? I heard the things you said to him. ÔA beautiful tyrant! An angelic devil! A raven with the wings of a dove! My little lamb with the appetite of a wolf... My very own Sebastian darling!ÕÓ It was odd hearing his own words in WillÕs monotonous voice. ÒHow fickle youÕve turned out to be. Is that how much I mean to you?Ó ÒIt was just playful fun! I never meant any of it-Ò Grell stopped, then balked at Will. ÒYou were there the whole time! You could have helped me at any moment, yet you waited until he nearly decapitated me!Ó
ÒIt was punishment. Punishment that you certainly deserved. Do you contest?Ó William stood and faced Grell. ÒWell, no, but-Ò ÒDisrobe.Ó It was a simple order, but it threw Grell for a loop. ÒWhat?Ó he said dumbly. William took a step toward him, and Grell answered with one in retreat. They continued the short dance until GrellÕs back was flush against the bookcase on the left side of the room. William reached up to smooth his fingertips across GrellÕs right cheekbone, where a yellowing bruise lay. Grell shivered from the soft fabric of WillÕs glove and discomfort from the slight pressure. ÒI want to assess how much punishment you were dealt by that demon before it all fades away.Ó
Green ringed eyes met matching ones, and Grell slowly moved to obey. He let his arms drop to his sides, and Madam RedÕs stolen coat slid to the floor. Grell fumbled with the buttons to his vest, jittery with nerves. What on earth was Will going to do to him? He knew he was still covered in yellowing marks, and he knew he deserved them for the short amount of time his body would actually hold them. But what if the punishment didnÕt suffice for Will? WilliamÕs normally calm disposition was seriously on edge tonight, and Grell wasnÕt making progress fast enough. He yanked on the ribbon Grell wore as a bowtie, removing it so roughly it caught for a moment and made the redhead gag. ÒW-WilliamÉÓ he pleaded, trying to calm his supervisor, but William didnÕt pay him any attention. He gripped the collar of GrellÕs dress shirt, and pulled. Tiny pearl buttons flew everywhere, and Grell nearly shrieked at the indecency, trying vainly to cover his chest, but William gripped his wrists and pried them away.
Grey and yellow bruises littered GrellÕs chest and stomach, a few contact cuts here and there. Grell squirmed under the scrutiny, but kept his mouth shut. He didnÕt want Will to ruin any more of his clothes. William pursed his lips and stared at a lightening mark on GrellÕs collarbone. ÒUnacceptable. A demon canÕt even do this satisfactorily.Ó Grell opened his mouth to ask what he meant, but all that came out was a sharp gasp when Will clamped his mouth to the mark and bit. William released GrellÕs hands and moved his own to GrellÕs hips, effectively pinning him to the bookcase when the other man tried to squirm away. Grell gripped at WillÕs shoulders to try and push him away, ÒOh, Will- Ow, that hurts, please stop!Ó The normally proper death god seemed hell bent on finding every single mark, and making them his own.
Grell groaned deeply when William started moving lower, but quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. He hated when he made manly noises. William paused and looked up and the noise, and his eyes narrowed. ÒI see.Ó He made quick work of GrellÕs belt, earning a quick protest from Grell. ÒWill, please donÕt- D-DonÕt do th-thatÉÓ his cheeks were flushed. ÒIÕll do full well whatever I want, Sutcliffe.Ó Grell flinched and quieted himself. He wheeled Grell around, pulling him by the waist of his pants. William swept his arm across the surface of his desk, scattering documents, pens, and baubles to the floor. It was almost wrong to see William treat his workspace like that. William undid GrellÕs slacks and let them drop before stepping forward and pushing the other death god to sit on the edge of the desk.
William looked down at the man exposed before him. Grell was his. He wasnÕt going to allow anyone else to take him away. He trailed his fingers down the shaft, watching GrellÕs natural response coldly. He knew mentally, this was cruel torture for the gender-confused Grell. As expected, Grell tried to squirm away, one hand covering his mouth while the other held onto the desk. William took hold of GrellÕs manhood and stroked him gently, GrellÕs body responded with a sharp buck up into his hand. William dropped to one knee, and Grell shook his head franticly no. William paid him no heed, and ducked his head down toward his goal. Grell bit into his fist to keep quiet, and immediately tried to close his legs. William pressed his hands into GrellÕs thighs to keep him open, and he sucked hard, bobbing his head and pressing Grell deep into his throat. GrellÕs body shuddered and he fell back onto the desk, both hands clamped over his mouth to keep his voice shut up inside of him, still shaking his head frantically. WilliamÕs eyes narrowed, and he moved his attention to one more undeniably male bit of anatomy. Grell finally buckled and nearly screamed in frustration as WilliamÕs mouth worked over him and one hand kneaded his sack. ÒWilliam! I-IÕll do anything you want, just please stop! I canÕt take this anymore!Ó
William stood up and looked at Grell. The other man looked pathetic. He was crying and gripping the sides of the desk, chest heaving and thighs quivering. William swept his thumb across his chin, catching a bit of saliva, before moving forward and pulling Grell to sit up. He dried GrellÕs cheeks and kissed him, the other hiccupping softly. Grell buried his face in WillÕs chest, muffling his voice. ÒI made a stupid mistake, Will. I wanted to come back, but I was so scared! I thought I would be fired, or exiled- Madam Red, you have no idea the draw she had on me! I wanted her, I wanted to be her! You deserve the perfect woman!Ó He moved to kiss a line along WilliamÕs jaw, but William was still silent.
ÒDid You sleep with her Grell?Ó he asked quietly, hurt in his voice now instead of the cold fury. Grell nodded and hid his face in his hands. ÒI didnÕt like it though! I just- I couldnÕt say no to her, not ever! It was only the one time.Ó ÒAnd the demonÉ?Ó ÒOh good heavens, no!Ó Grell grabbed WillÕs lapel and shook him slightly. ÒYouÕre the only man I would do this with, ever! No matter what stupidity spouts from this flirtatious mouth, I love you, William T. Spears!Ó William stood in mild shock, while Grell blushed furiously and looked around nervously. Grell Sutcliffe was a notorious flirt with a reputation around the office. And heÕd just said the words no one had ever heard him use seriously.
William adjusted his glasses out of habit, using the moment to compose himself, and possibly hide the very faint blush thatÕd developed with his hand. He wasnÕt ready to completely forgive Grell yet, and he was sure Grell understood that. Grell tugged on his tie and jarred him from his thoughts. ÒWillÉpleaseÉÓ Grell was probably the only person that could get away with calling him ÔWillÕ so frivolously. William obliged and loosened his tie, and leaned forward to catch GrellÕs lips again. William discarded his suit jacket, while he kept kissing Grell roughly. He wove one hand through GrellÕs flaming hair, and tugged firmly until Grell conceded and leaned his head back to let William add a few new marks to his skin. He moved down GrellÕs neck to his chest, and he elicited a small, excited squeal from Grell as his lips worked on a nipple. He licked and sucked the sensitive nub while his fingers kneaded and pinched itÕs twin, and Grell went wild from the difference in sensations between WilliamÕs hot mouth and the smooth satin of his glove. ÒOh, W-Will!Ó Grell keened, sighing softly. WilliamÕs hand left GrellÕs chest and trailed up to his lips and traced them gently until he got the idea. Grell took the satin covered digits into his mouth and sucked wantonly, while William continued to kiss along his body.
He moved his free hand behind Grell and slid him forward until he was on the very edge of the desk, and nudged his legs open wider. When he felt his fingers were sufficiently moistened, he removed them from GrellÕs mouth and moved them to circle GrellÕs entrance gently. Grell squirmed at the sensation and lifted his left leg onto the desk to give William more leeway. Hissed softly when William pressed his fingers in, wasting no time in preparing Grell. He prodded the digits around, both stretching and searching for that sweet spot.
Grell panted softly and rocked his hips in time with the small motions. HeÕd missed this. Having to play the male role felt wrong to him, he belonged right here, beneath this man. Grell watched William dazedly; his face was still so serious and drawn. He was still upset. He glanced down in shame at his behavior, and his gaze happened to fall at WilliamÕs waistline. ÒW-Will, thatÕs enough, IÕm done.Ó William looked up at him quizzically, stilling his ministrations and pulling his hand away. Grell slid off the desk on shaky legs, and dropped to his knees. He owed this man so much. Grell undid the belt and the button clasp quickly, not letting William have any say in the matter, and released his straining organ. ÒYouÕve been neglecting yourself. I always said you work too hard, Will.Ó He tried to tease, but in light of the situation the joke fell a little flat. He kissed the tip, and William visibly stiffened. ÒDonÕt tease me. Please, donÕt tease me right now Grell. ÓWilliam said while discarding his dirtied glove. The plea had a tone of warning, if Grell wasnÕt careful William would snap again.
Grell flicked his tongue along the underside, surprised when he heard a low hiss from William; he never lost his composure during sex. He licked a steady trail back to the tip before taking in the whole thing. William stumbled forward as his knees buckled and threw his hands out to steady himself on the edge of the desk. Once William was stable, one of his hands tangled into GrellÕs hair to hold him still while he snapped his hips forward roughly, groaning loudly with pleasure. Grell forced back a gag; William was free to use him however he needed right now. He would do anything to appease his wronged love. He suckled and swallowed, and his breath came in soft whistles through his nose.
After a few minutes, William slowed and pulled away, grabbed GrellÕs arm roughly and ordered him to get up. Grell scrambled to his feet, was shoved quickly to turn, and William bent him over the desk. He grit his teeth as William nudged his legs apart and leaned over him, but was oddly comforted when William had enough frame of mind to ask him to relax and breath. William pressed in and buried his face in GrellÕs hair, while Grell cried out from the not so gentle intrusion. William held them both together for a moment while he waited, and when Grell gave an infinitesimal nod, he moved. He moved hard and fast, pulling back and snapping his hips forward roughly, leaving Grell clinging to the mahogany desk and trying not to fall apart. ÒWill- William, slow- Ah- Slow down! Y-YouÕre hurt-ing me-Ò Grell whimpered in between thrusts.
William pulled Grell by his hair until he arched back enough to see his teary green eyes. He reached forward with his still gloved hand and grabbed GrellÕs member, pumping it roughly in time with his thrusts. Grell whimpered and groaned, grinding his hips into the hand on instinct. ÒDid your Madam Red ever make you feel this way?Ó William asked coldly. ÒN-No! Will, stop!Ó William pressed a painful love bite into GrellÕs shoulder blade. He loosened his grip on Grell and stroked him more gently, and hid his face again. ÒWill you ever leave me againÉ?Ó Grell had to strain to hear William, the question was almost a whisper. ÒNever.Ó Was GrellÕs automatic response.
William stilled and pulled out, leaving sore and confused. William pulled him to stand and turned him around, and kissed Grell gently. He lifted Grell to rest on the desk and wrapped his legs around his waist, before continuing, much more slowly and gently. This was what heÕd craved. This was what heÕd thought he could have with Madam Red. He threw his arms around WilliamÕs shoulders, gasping the fabric and biting into his shoulder when he finally angled perfectly and hit the perfect spot. ÒWill, William, Ahnn~Ó he crooned, nuzzling into WillÕs neck. William seemed to relax as well, finally calming himself completely and just being glad Grell had returned.
William moaned as Grell rolled his hips into the motions and his entrance twitched. He held Grell tight to him and pumped faster into him, giving strong, solid thrusts, making Grell tighten his legs around WillÕs waist. ÒOh- W-Will!Ó He squirmed and rubbed himself against William in the heat of the moment. Will took hold of his member gently, just teasing him a little this time to facilitate him, and Grell latched onto him. He kissed WillÕs neck feverishly, leaving light marks against his jaw line, before landing at his lips and kissing him greedily. Everything, all of the teasing and cruel pleasure, finally came to a boiling point for him and everything became white hot. GrellÕs body tightened in spasms with his climax, and Will followed suit quickly, sucking in a sharp breath and pressing into Grell as deep as he could go while he rode his out. Grell fell back in an exhausted heap onto the desk, while William leaned on his arms and caught his breath. Everything seemed like a daze. All of that turmoil, all of that emotional backlash, released in one go.
William pulled out and reached around for one of his desk drawers, and pulled out two extra handkerchiefsÕ he kept for his suit pocket. He would sacrifice them just this once. He cleaned and tucked himself away, and cleaned GrellÕs mess off of him. Grell was only barely awake enough to register what William was doing, he had to snap his fingers a few times in front of the redheadÕs nose to get him to focus enough to get dressed. While Grell clothed himself, William gathered his possessions from the floor and began to reorganize his desk. When Grell was finished, he idled by the door, unsure if he should leave William to his work, or stay.
ÒYou are excused.Ó, William answered the unspoken question curtly, clearly focused on reorganizing the papers heÕd thrown all over the place. Grell tried to smile, but things still felt rather awkward. He turned to leave, and William added, ÒIÕll be finished within half an hour. I expect youÕll be joining me for dinner, Grell?Ó Grell jumped for joy and dove over WillÕs somewhat organized desk, and kissed him enthusiastically. ÒIÕll take that as a yes.Ó