A Day at the Dispatch

Ch. 2

An hour passed, the time being somewhere between eleven and twelve, so Grell summoned his scythe and left the dispatch to take care of his reaping for tonight.
The file he read told the location and time of death, which happened to be twelve-oh-one.
"Sixteen minutes." Grell mumbled to himself, shifting the massive chainsaw he held up onto his shoulder while the folder vanished from his hand.
The time ticked by until the final moment, anticipation having settled in on the reaper.
Silent as the night itself, Grell moved along the barren streets of London with a sharp-toothed smile that gleamed in the darkness, his bright eyes locking onto his clueless target. The man died quickly, and the Shinigami that was sent to review his Cinematic Record did so without trouble, a small amount of blood splattering onto his heels from where his blade had struck.
"Oh, dear..." Grell murmured, "I'll have to clean these off now."

After having taken care of his shoes, he returned to the dispatch, his scythe being placed safely in his office. He sat at his desk a moment, preparing himself to go to William's office.

Perhaps he could just bail and say he got sick or something...
No, he had to do this.

A light knock sounded on the supervisor's door.
"Come in." William said quietly, moving a few papers off his desk before straightening his tie and folding his hands on top of the desk. Grell moved inside and closed the door behind him, walking over to the seat across from William nervously. It was very obvious he was feeling insecure, for he avoided eye contact and instead chose to focus on his own feet after having crossed his legs.
"You, uh... wanted to see me...?" Grell inquired, glancing up to the other with a tentative smile.
"Indeed." William shifted his right hand up to meet his cheek, resting his head on it as he drummed the fingers of his left hand on the desk quietly, "I have a rather personal request to ask of you." He began, having hesitated at and emphasized the word 'personal' a bit.
"Oh? Like what?" The redhead was no longer nervous, that being pushed aside by his curiosity.
"All professionalism aside, I need your assistance with something." The supervisor stood up and moved to Grell's side, where he leaned down to make their eyes level, "That is... if you're comfortable with having me as company."
"I'm completely fine with your company... in fact, I enjoy it quite a bit~" Grell responded, narrowing his eyes slightly at his superior.

Grell was so daring, so willing to cross any boundaries and throw aside everything they'd been told NOT to do...

That was why William had reached out to him instead of any other of his cohorts.

"You have sexual experience, do you not?" The question was so sudden, so out of character for William that it had caught Grell off guard and actually made him blush a bit.
"Indeed, I do." He replied quietly.
"That is likely the only thing you're more knowledgeable in than I." William scoffed, "But perhaps that is a good thing... I'd like you to perhaps, ahem... educate me in that area of expertise."
"William, I thought you were putting your professionalism aside." Grell chuckled, his hands moving up to William's tie so that he may loosen it.
"Putting aside that barrier has nothing to do with my vocabulary." He muttered, allowing the subordinate to remove his tie.
"Ahhh~ Right, right... well then, Mr. Vocabulary why did you come to me for this?" Off slid the supervisor's jacket, it soon being joined by Grell's own scarlet coat.
"I thought you to be the safest and most practical option." The other replied, his fingers sliding Grell's bow tie off. The heel-clad man stood up to work at the buttons on his boss's vest.
"Elaborate on that, perhaps...?" The pair's vests both vanished as the question left the redhead's lips.
"Oh, please. It's not a hard concept to capture... I don't trust any other Shinigami, and it's not as if I haven't noticed the way you look at me." William arched an eyebrow and actually managed a smirk, "Or the way you gossip about me." He added, a chuckle following his statement.
"You don't mean all that babble reaches you, does it...?" Grell asked. The man didn't respond, instead he grabbed Grell by his hips and sealed their lips shut in a soft kiss. Despite how juvenile and sudden the kiss was, Grell actually moaned just from being touched by William.
This made the other feel a twinge of amusement, for he had been under the impression Grell was the one who had the advantage here.