Disclaimer: Grell Sutcliff and William T. Spears are (c) Toboso Yana/Kuroshitsuji

One perfectly shaped eyebrow rose in silent amusement as a distraught looking red-headed young man threw himself on the velvet loveseat, an exhausted sigh eliciting his lips.

"Why so distressed, Sutcliff? Take that frown off your face, it doesn't suit you at all." The raven haired man commented cooly, putting his glasses and the book he was reading aside and directing his attention to the flustered redhead now.

"The new equipment arrived today." Grell reminded him curtly, running his glove covered fingers through his hair absently.

William just stared at him blankly. He had been so busy catching up with his work he had totally lost track of time. But something was off. Shouldn't Grell be jumping around merrily trying to cut everyone's heads off by now?

"I see." He responded dryly. He sighed as a small pout plasted itself on Grell's face as predicted. "I'm no personal counselor, Sutcliff. You should know that--"

"You're just our Division's superior, I know." He answered in a mocking voice, causing the dark-haired man to close his eyes in desperation and run his fingers over the bridge of his nose at the feeling of an upcoming headache.

"It's broken." Grell finally said after a few minutes of silence, looking at the street lamps flickering through the window. He pouted indignantly as he heard a soft chuckle coming from William's lips.

"How so? Is it even possible for you to break such a heavy piece of equipment?" He asked, mentally relishing Grell's current state.

"Who said I did it?!" The sharp-toothed redhead protested, swatting his arm with a reprimanding look. "You know how much I love my chainsaws!"

That pout again. William still wondered how a man could possibly look so effeminate without even trying.

"How could you even buy me a defective weapon?! Are you insa--"

Those long eyelashes that would drive every single woman mad with envy.

"--told you we should have ordered the german one--"

That silky red long hair...

"--but you said 'noooo' because it was too expensive--"

And those cherry red lips. William sat himself on the edge of the desk beside his paperwork, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Thinking about field agents like that was not such a wise thing to do. But maybe...

"Are you even listening to me, Will?"

...letting all coherent thoughts go away for now would be the best thing to do.

In one fluid motion he took Grell by his slim waist and pull his body closer to himself, making the younger man let out a strangled gasp. The baffled look on Grell's face made him crack a minute smile, realizing it was about time he threw caution to the wind. As William lowered himself to close the space between them he wondered why hadn't he done this before?

That faulty equipment report will have to wait.

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