Grell Sutcliff burst into an office with a sign 'DO NOT DISTURB', spun around on his heels and landed on the table in front of a serious looking man in glasses. The man's black suit fitted him perfectly. He fixed his glasses and looked at the red head in front of him with familiar coldness.

"Mr Sutcliff, do bother to explain what you are doing on my table, on the very important documents."

"Willy…" Grell whined as he struck a pose on the table. "I've missed you! Did you miss me?"

Mr. Spears stood up and demonstrably pushed the red head off the table. "Clearly not." He replied as he continued reading the documents, completely ignoring the intruder.

"Willy…" Grell whined again wrapping his arms around the serious man. William froze, his expression never changed.

"Mr. Sutcliff, please do leave my office at once, before I use force to remove your presence." The threat in his voice was clearly kicking into Grell's brain. A shiver ran down red head's spine.

"Then do it…" he whispered touching Will's ear with his lips. His sharp teeth nibbled on the flesh of the man in front of him, but that was enough to burst Will's bubble. He grabbed the red head by the collar and dragged him to the door, ignoring Grell's whips and protests.

"People like you I detest the most." He said as he threw Grell out of his office. "Do something with yourself. Be gone. If I ever need your presence I will let you know." With those words he shut the door in front of Grell's face and returned to his seat. The cold and composed face grimaced. *Why does he always manage to make me lose my temper?* he thought loosening his shirt. *It's like I can't control myself when he is there.*

Grell pouted behind the closed door and flipped his long beautiful hair. He was always so confident: confident in his strength, confident in his looks, confident in his actions, then why didn't this man want him? This dilemma wouldn't settle in red head's mind. He took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt before putting them back on. "I won't give up!" he clenched his fists and smirked widely. "I'll make sure to wipe that stern look off your face Willy." Grell promised knowing that his boss didn't hear him. "You'll see Willy; I'll make you drop to your knees."

William T. Spears sneezed. Quickly and carefully he pressed a well ironed handkerchief to her nose. It seemed unrealistic how much of a neat freak Mr Spears was. All the shinigami under his command were frustrated by those habits of his but Mr Spears was not known for being considerate.

He hid the handkerchief in his pocket and returned to the documents in front of him. Paper by paper he quickly scanned each document and put it aside. To anyone who didn't know Mr Spears he would seem extremely absorbed into his work, but that wasn't true. During that moment his mind was occupied with a particular annoying red head shinigami that burst into his office not long ago. Mr Spears couldn't get through his head why did this man by the name of Grell Sutcliff had him so worked up.

An unusual sigh escaped his lips as he finally decided to put away the documents and take a break. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. Immediately a clear picture of the red head appeared before him. Grell Sutcliff was smiling, showing his sharp white teeth. He was calling out for him while grinning like a madman. Slowly his clothes started dropping to the floor. Shocked by his own sickening thoughts William T. Spears opened his eyes, feeling sweat drops appear on his forehead. He smacked his hands on the table with the same passionless face and stood up. Maybe it was time for a vacation.

"Sebby!" Grell wrapped his arms around the butler and pressed his cheek to Sebastian's. "I've missed you Sebby love." His gaze turned to the young Lord. Grell's eyes narrowed and lips spread in a sly smile. "Ciel…long time no see. I have a favour, can you lend me Sebby? You don't need him at all times, do you now young Lord?"

"Sebastian lets go." Ciel ordered ignoring the red head. Grell pouted.

"So mean."

Grell stalked behind the two. Ciel tried to ignore his presence but his annoyance was getting the best of him. "Sebastian, get rid of him."

"How mean young Lord!" Grell struck a dramatic pose and fell on his knees. Sebastian didn't move.

"My Lord, I think perhaps this specimen is still of some use to you."

Ciel raised his eyebrow waiting for further explanation.

"I mean, for that thing…he can be of a use. After all, this man is a shinigami."

Grell listened to their short conversation with unhidden curiosity. He had no idea what they were talking about but if it meant he could use the situation to his advantage, he was willing to go along with anything.

Sebastian leaned to Grell's ear and whispered something. The red head's lips stretched out in a smile. He nodded. "Of course Sebby, anything for you my love, but in return," his smirk got wider. "I want a favour." Grell looked at Ciel who was eyeing him untrustingly. "Nothing too big, Young Lord. I just need to borrow your butler for some time tomorrow night. Is that a good enough deal for you?"

Ciel looked at Sebastian, who nodded ever so lightly that nobody except the young Lord noticed.

"You have a deal."

"Mr. Sutcliff, what is it that you need me so desperately for?" asked Sebastian while he watched Grell preparing something in the corner of a large but slightly empty room. Red head was bouncier than usual. He sung something under his breath as he spun around the room and towards Sebastian.

"Sebby, I want you to help me pervert Willy." Grell winked and blew Sebastian a kiss.

"William T. Spears?" Sebastian raised his eyebrow.

"He wants me, but you know…he is too proud and too…correct in all senses of the word, he just needs a little push."

"And how exactly do you see me helping you to get him?"

"Hahaha…Sebby, don't act so naïve. You will be my lover of course."

Sebastian's eyebrow twitched.

"Undercover Sebby, don't worry."

Sebastian smirked. "Why only undercover Mr Sutcliff?" his arm snaked around Grell's waist and he pulled the red head closer. Their bodies collided. Grell felt Sebastian's demonic heat transferring to him. His body felt weaker. As if Sebastian's warmth was relaxing him, unconsciously forcing the shinigami to do what the demon wanted.

"I don't want to break young Lord's heart." Grell replied smirking. Their faces were too close, their lips were almost touching.

"Mr Sutcliff…" Sebastian breath tickled his lips. His sly tone was like music to his ears. For a second Grell wanted to give him. He wanted to give himself to that demonic man completely, but his thoughts were interrupted by the cold familiar voice.

"What is going on here?"

With great difficulty Grell looked away from Sebastian. William T. Spears stood not far from them with the usual coldness and indifference written all over him.

"Willy?" Grell mumbled uncertainly. What was happening was exactly what he wanted but for some reason he couldn't keep himself composed and act cool. Was it Sebastian demonic magic that was working on him?

"Mr Spears," Sebastian greeted the guest. "How do you do?"

"I would appreciate if you did not seduce my workers Mr Butler." William replied coldly. He sent a death glare in the direction of the two.

"Do forgive me, but Mr Sutcliff was very willing to accept me."

Grell felt a chill run down his spine when William looked at him. It was the coldest and most disgusted look he ever received from this man.

"Willy you see…"

William walked to the two, grabbed Grell's arm and yanked him towards himself. "Please excuse us Mr Butler, I have something to discuss with my employee."

Sebastian smirked slyly, bowed and disappeared.

"Willy, are you mad?" Grell asked.

"No Mr. Sutcliff, I am not mad." He hissed silkily. "I am furious. I think it's time teach you a lesson you will never forget." William grabbed Grell's long hair and wrapped it around his hand. He pulled hard causing the red head to yelp in pain. "Prepare yourself. Tonight I'll have no mercy."