William ran the rope through his fingers as he surveyed the other Shinigami before him. The rope was silk, cool and smooth to the touch. The redhead that was stretching out on the bed, back arching with his arms above his head. It was crucial that he do so, otherwise this activity could do more damage than he would have liked. Short as they were on staff, it wouldn't do to have the already slacking agent miss work because of personal games. Against the black sheets, Grell's skin was pale as porcelain. Will's mind traced patterns across that unblemished skin as he approached the bed, and he saw the redhead lick his lips swiftly in anticipation. It had been the latter's idea to do this, after all.

"Sit up." The dark-haired Shinigami said, and he waited for the other to do so. William seized his shoulder firmly, "Turn." He commanded in a tone full of authority. His bare hand burned on Grell's cool shoulder, and he felt the shudder that passed through him as he turned around, sitting on his knees with his back to his superior. "Eyes front, Grell." Will said sharply, as Grell had glanced back as he made to move onto the bed.

"Yes, yes~." The normally rebellious Shinigami turned his green eyes front as told, biting his lower lip as he waited. The rope moved like snakes between his fingers as he folded the length of it in half, the bed creaking quietly under his weight as he got onto the bed to kneel behind his lover.

The rope was crimson—as red as his companion's hair—or the blood beneath that smooth skin. He pulled Grell's wrists behind his back, crossing them over one another between their bodies. The redhead's fingers curled, feeling the heat of his superior's body just beyond his reach. They clenched loosely as the rope, even cooler than his skin, wrapped around them just above the joint, twice. The rope was passed between the small gap between his wrists, and then pulled tight as Will knotted it off. Twisting the two strands of rope, he passed them over Grell's shoulders. It dangled down in front of him, lightly brushing his chest and teasing the arousal that was already beginning to take life. His superior's wrist brushed his inner thigh as he reached under him to seize it, one hand moving to his abdomen. Warm, soft fingers splayed out to open the strands, so that it rest on either side of his member. Grell gasped when he tugged it upwards from behind, removing the hand that kept the strands apart. It was snug on either side of his member now, and the cool silk was rest between the supple cheeks of his backside as it was lifted back to his neck, looped at the nape of his neck.

"Ahh!" Grell cried out sharply as the rope was tugged down. It jerked his wrists upwards, as well as tightened and pulled the rope at his groin. William knotted it just above his shoulder blades, ignoring the shudder that passed through the redhead's body once again. He separated the strands of rope, slipping them under Grell's arms to the front of his chest where the two lines ran straight down the middle of his chest. He looped the ends through opposite sides, so that when he pulled them towards the back a diamond opened up—like flesh splitting apart from the clean cut of a scalpel. As he pulled it open the rope brushed across Grell's nipples, and he closed his green eyes as he felt them harden. Pulling down at his wrists only succeeded in giving the rope around his growing arousal a squeeze, and he groaned quietly, giving his hips a small wiggle.

"Impatient already..." William teased, his lips forming a small smile as he did the same motion to his back, opening the diamond of rope on his back under his hands. Around the front again, just above his sternum this time, another diamond appeared, and the same for his back. The rope was pulled tight until it was snug across his tender skin, the silk flexing just enough as not to hinder his breath from the tight web across his chest. His wrists immobile already, Grell's fingers brushed against the rope there, and on his sides. The harness hugged him tightly, and William was moving his hands up front for the last diamond. This time when he crossed the lines, it created a fourth diamond, which completed the makeshift ring around his member. It hugged the sides of it, all the way to behind his sac where it came together again. The harness was completed with a knot at his lower back.

The older Shinigami sat back with a sigh, admiring his handy work. Fingers traced the lines of the rope, feeling that it was now as warm as the skin beneath it. He tugged here and there, checking the snugness as well as rubbing it lightly across the sensitive skin underneath, earning a groan or a small whimper here and there from the one tied up. William moved to the front of the bed, on his knees before the shorter redhead who was sitting similarly. "Back straight." The dark-haired one ordered, though his voice was quiet as his hand touched one hip. Tilting Grell's chin up, he kissed him deeply. His fingers traced the rope at his hip, feeling how it indented the flesh there. Despite the coaxing that it had taken the older man to try this style of restraint, he found he rather liked the aesthetics of it. Looping his finger into the harness, he pulled Grell from the hips until he was flush against his own body.

The redhead gave a moan into the kiss, which was broken so that Will could give one of his own. Grell instinctively tried to press into his superior's body, but he was stopped by one simple pull that the older man gave on the back of the lowest diamond. The move caused the diamond around his member to tighten, evicting a low groan of not quite complaint from the redhead. William's free hand slid down between them, wrapping around Grell's nearly full arousal to stroke him slowly. The rope felt soft between them, but it didn't budge as they moved against one another, skin becoming moist as their temperatures rose.

"Mmh.. William's good," The redhead murmured against his superior's lips, their breath mingling. Whether he spoke of the rope-work or teasing him, it didn't matter. The hand that had been tugging the ropes moved to the bedside table, opening the tin there. His fingers dipped into the waxy substance, rubbing it between his fingers until it became clear and slippery, as the scent something like musky vanilla came over them. His hand ceased it's teasing strokes as he moved to kneel beside the redhead, resting his hand onto his shoulder instead. With a firm push he folded the younger Shinigami over, so that his face nearly rest in the pillows. Brushing that long hair over the other shoulder, he kept his hand there.

The other hand, now slick, slid teasingly down the center of the rope at the end of the diamond on his lower back. He rubbed at the two lines which kept his entrance hidden under them. "W-Will...!" Grell whimpered, fingers curling and uncurling as he tried to arch his back into the teasing hand. The rope would not allow it in this position, and he felt it tighten at his shoulders—and around his arousal and the place being teased. In all, it only heightened the effectiveness of the teasing. "Ah..!" He whimpered in slight dismay.

"A grave dug... by one's own hand." William reminded the other that he was the one to suggest this eastern bondage for tonight. "And I must admit, I rather like it..." One finger slid between the soft, slick rope, penetrating the redhead easily. Grell's jaw tensed, and he rest his forehead onto the bed as he whined. "Watching you unable to even writhe... Sweating the more you realize that you can't move... The way your flesh yields around the ropes... And how perfect the symmetry accents your lithe, and perfect figure..." Another finger slipped in, the two of them wiggling a bit to stretch him.

"Deeper...!" Grell begged, voice slightly muffled against the sheets. His cheeks burned hot at hearing his superior praise his body like that, and he wanted to be touched more by the man. But Will ignored him, satisfied with his own pace. The redhead tried to sit up then, but the leverage that the dark-haired man had on his shoulder made it impossible. "Ah, I didn't... Say tease me...!" He whined in complaint.

"No... but the game became mine once the rope was in my hands." He added a third finger, still stretching the younger Shinigami slowly.

"Ohh, W-William... isn't very fair...!" Grell concluded, shifting as best as he could. The springs of the bed creaked quietly, and the ropes even creaked in protest. Will merely chuckled at that, not bothering to mention that he didn't think most things that Grell said or did were fair. He pushed his fingers deeper slowly, then pulled them back out again, only to repeat the process. Each time that he thrust his fingers in, they went a little deeper. "More, William.. Hurry...!"

"I think... I like this game." Out of restraints, the redhead could be quite convincing. Kisses and licks, soft hands, or even just that damnable emerald gaze of his, William was sure that Grell could convince a priest to bed him if he tried hard enough. Even when his hands were secured, he had so many other 'weapons' to use in his seduction that would cause their games to move along at the redhead's pace instead of his own. But like this Grell could not use any of his usual tricks. And when he tried to move his hands, wriggle his body sensually, or even glance over his shoulder, the ropes tugged and rubbed, forcing small reflexive groans from the younger Shinigami. He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go, and Grell gave a grateful moan as thanks. "Do you like this, Grell?" He asked quietly, leaning down until his lips brushed the other's ear as he continued to thrust his fingers as he stretched him.

Did he like this? Being helpless at the hands of his handsome, well-dressed, well-mannered, and powerful superior? Hell, "Yes...!" Grell whispered as he felt those deviously teasing fingers brush his prostate. "Uhm, yes, William~!" The redhead was pulling at the ropes on purpose now, even though it made them bite into his skin. William's eyebrow rose questioningly. He knew that Grell was a sadist—his love of blood the biggest hint, but he wasn't sure until this moment that he was quite the masochist as well. As long as it wasn't his face, he supposed. Even his toes curled when Will brushed his prostate again, his cry caught mostly into the bedsheets. "Nnh, Will...!" The redhead's voice was a low whisper, tinged with that desperate whine.

"Yes?" The hand that the dark-haired one had used to keep Grell's shoulder down was now damp, nearly sliding off as the restrained Shinigami twisted again. His fingers slid in as far as he could get them, other hand moving to hold the rope at Grell's shoulder in order to hold them as he teased his prostate repeatedly.

"Uh, ah, s-sto...ah!" Grell turned his face to the side, eyes closed tightly as he back curved as much as the ropes would allow, hissing as the rope strained against his movements. "W-William... inside of me! H-hurry, and put it inside there..! Ahh, right there...!" He clarified as he was teased again. His superior seemed to relent then, as he removed his fingers. Grell shook slightly, each heavy breath he took stretching the ropes across chest as if limiting even the amount of air he could breathe. It could easily be dangerous, if William pushed too far. Which was exactly why it was so sinfully exciting. His perfectionist superior was the only one he could trust with his life—even if he felt nothing for the redhead beyond sexual desire he would never increase his own workload by harming him. It was failsafe, but the danger still lurked.

Grell groaned as he felt William moving on the bed again, releasing the rope at his shoulder. Hands set upon his slender hips—he was so proud of that—lifting them upwards. He wanted to press back into Will's solid body, feel that glorious arousal against his backside as he slowly writhed his hips into it, coaxing the other inside. He wanted to reach back and feel the hand on his hip, and grasp the sheets with the other hand as he was entered. But he couldn't do either of those things. All that he could do was wait, and fidget with the ropes that his fingers could touch as he panted amorously. His face against the damp sheets, he glanced back along the length of his back where he could see his superior.

William's hair was disheveled, a far cry from his slicked back style. Sans his glasses, his expression was really quite different. His strict and time-conscious boss had been replaced with his careful and yet merciless lover. That lover was right now dipping his fingers back into the tin at the bedside, slicking down his own arousal now, which Grell could not see. He licked his lips as if in the memory of its taste, cursing his own body for being so willful all on its own. If he could be more patient, he could have pleased his lover first. He yelped in surprise as the rope connecting his hands to the back of the harness was grabbed tightly, holding his shoulder down. "W-Will... Ohhh...!" His complaint became a groan as he felt those slick fingers traveling along the rope between his cleft again. Down they went, all the way to the back of his sac, rubbing teasingly before they moved back up.

When they reached the top again, just under the small of his back, they slid between the ropes. Trailing his fingers down, he opened the lines. The next thing that Grell felt was the head of his superior's length nudging at his well-prepared entrance. He tensed his jaw, nearly holding his breath as each wonderful inch sank slowly into his very welcoming body. When William was all the way inside of him, he felt the older man's breath heavy on the back of his neck, and his fingertips pressed against the dark-haired one's solid stomach. There he could feel his racing pulse and slightly trembling muscles, very similar to his own body right now. Lips curled into a wide smile, eyes half-opening. William felt that good inside of him, hm?

"Ah...hah..!" He moaned as Will moved back slowly, testing the strength and give of the rope as he used it to keep Grell in place. He was apparently satisfied by it, for as he thrust forward again he pulled back on the ties he held, pulling the younger Shinigami's body back into his own. Grell cried out, ever so grateful for this mercy. He himself could not move back to meet each thrust, so William had found a way to do it for him. He felt useless like this—unable to do anything more than moan and scrape the tips of his fingers futile against Will's stomach as he thrust powerfully into him. Useless, and maybe even a little used.

Grell bit his lower lip as he thought of this. His legs, the only part of him that could still move freely, spreading a bit more for his lover, so that he could balance better on his shoulders where the front half of his weight lay. "D-do... it! Ah, don't... hold back...!" The redhead shouted breathlessly as he closed his eyes again. "U-use.. Use me, William...!"

He felt William's stomach tense at that, as the other seemed to falter in his rhythm for a moment. A low groan passed his superior's lips, shuddering with monitored breath. The plea had more of an effect than he thought it would on Will, who regained his momentum—with twice the enthusiasm. "Oh! A-Ah, William~!" Grell's voice rose to new heights as he cried out his lover's name. The ropes bit into his already tender flesh tightly, the silk pinching without burning or cutting into it. Every thrust earned the dark-haired one a breathless or a full-throated moan now, and he let go of the rope that he had been holding apart. The silk closed in again, on either side of this thrusting length. It was as snug as his lover's body, and every time he pulled the other back into him for another thrust it tightened slightly. He slid between the rope and into Grell's tight, hot body easily, driven by the other's desperate plea moments ago.

His now free hand traveled around to slide up along one sweat-slick thigh, moving slowly upwards until his fingers closed around Grell's aching arousal. "Mnn!" Grell's body tensed as he whimpered, wishing he could thrust into that blissful hand. William stroked him in time with his thrusts, lips brushing against his ear as he whispered. "Such a selfish doll you are..." He teased. The timbre of his voice sent chills down along Grell's spine, and he felt his body nearing its limit.

"W...William...!"

"Go ahead..." Came the deep reply. And so Grell gave in to his own base desire, untrained and passionate. His body shuddered had as he came into his superior's hand, sending his seed spilling over those wonderful fingers as well as the sheets below him, an his own chest and stomach. William held his own stamina much better it seemed, and once Grell had reached his climax, he replaced that hand to the redhead's hip. The rope tugged and pulled, his body jolted with each thrust, sweat soaked the sheets below him, William's breath was on his heated skin, and his own breath was limited by the web of sinfully soft rope across his chest. Just as Grell was beginning to think he might go insane, or regain his own arousal, from the many sensations, he felt William's stomach trembling again above his fingertips.

Grell groaned as he felt the other come at last, feeling a trickle of the hot and sticky substance slide down his inner thigh as William rode out his climax. He folded over the younger Shinigami, their faces close enough to share breath again as they both came down together from their game. When their racing hearts had calmed down a little, Will skilfully untied the knots that he had tied, loosening the rope enough to go suddenly slack. Grell collapsed onto the bed, his entire body throbbing with renewed blood flow. Each indentation from the ropes sent sharp pangs along the lines. He flexed his wrists slowly, curling his fingers as he brought them up in front of him. Rolling slowly onto his back, he looked up to the dark-haired Shinigami, who was bracing himself on his arms above him.

Reaching up, he pulled the other down into a long, slow kiss. They were both gasping for air when it broke, and their lips still brushed when Grell whispered: "Next time... Tie them tighter."