Obey me [Black Butler] {M/M}

deux

When Grell opened his eyes he was shocked. First, he didn’t remember when he lost consciousness and second, Grell couldn’t understand why he was tied to a bed. Not just tied, but chained. He pulled his arms but he couldn’t release himself. Grell looked down at his body. All his top clothes were removed as well as his shoes. The only thing he had on was his pants. Grell pulled his legs up and tried to get up. But all his attempts failed. He sighed and relaxed.

He couldn’t sense anyone’s presence in the room so Grell so no need to be panicking just yet. He tried to recall the last events that happened to him. He was with Sebastian…and then Willy came and…hold on. Where is Willy?!

Grell looked around but the room was empty - empty in all meaning of the word in his situation. The only item that decorated the empty walls was large bed that Grell was chained to.

“Is anyone there?” Grell called out.

No reply came. Red head shifted trying to get more comfortable, but it was hard in his position. His arms started getting numb. “Willy? WILLY ARE YOU THERE?” Grell tried again. The door swung open and no other than William T. Spears stood at the entrance. The stern look on his face was crossed with a sly smile. A chill ran down Grell’s spine. He never saw Willy looking so differently.

“Willy?” Grell mumbled unsure.

“Mr Sutcliff you are awake. At last I can begin.” William voice was like a thunder on a peaceful day.

“Begin with what?” the mixture of feelings prevented Grell from seeing the picture clearly.

“Begin with the punishment.”

***

“Willy what are you doing? Release me!” Grell yelled.

“But isn’t this what you wanted Mr Sutcliff?” fake amusement was ringing in William’s voice.

*Not quite!* Grell thought.

Grell watched as William slowly took off his gloves and started undoing his jacked, then shirt; button by button. His jacked fell on the floor and his shirt followed. William’s pale skin was out in the open for Grell to admire, but paleness wasn’t what captivated red head the most. Very well and clearly outlined abs and muscles was what fascinated Grell the most. Porcelain doll could not compare to the beauty of the man in front of him. So many times Grell undressed him in his mind, but his imagination did not extend that far.

Grell watched as William bent down and took something out of his jacket. He couldn’t see the item but he didn’t care. He just watched the muscles on William bare back tense with his every move.

William straightened up, took off his glasses and put them down carefully. He turned around and that was when Grell noticed the shining object in his hand. It was a knife, or a dagger. William took a step closer allowing Grell to get a better look at the sharp item. It was a dagger he once saw on William’s desk. Grell recognised it immediately; it was true piece of art. He loved it from the first glance. Beautiful lines, thin but deadly sharp blade. While the red head was admiring the blade William came closer. He sat down next to Grell. William didn’t speak or do anything; he only looked at his subordinate with an unseeing blank gaze and no emotion on handsome manly face.

“Willy?” Grell looked wide eyed. “What are you going to do?” unconsciously Grell started to panic.

William still did not answer. Ignoring Grell’s voice, William placed his hand on Grell’s chest. Red head’s skin was soft and pleasing to touch. William moved his hand to a side, covering Grell’s nipple. It hardened under William’s touch.

“Willy…”

“Be quiet.” William ordered. “Your mouth never shuts up.”

Grell blinked wide eyed, not expecting such words from Mr Spears. “Maybe I can find another use for that big mouth of yours Mr Sutcliff.” William smirked. Before Grell could realize what was going on, the blade shone in the light and connected with his skin. Red head yelped and tried to pull away but sharp object was already cutting through his skin. Blood appeared on his skin and started quickly running down his side. Mesmerized by the look of blood on Grell’s chest, William leaned in and pressed his lips to Grell’s.

Grell was taken aback.

He was partially hurting from the cut and partially stunned by what was happening.

“Willy…why?” Grell breathed into the kiss.

But no reply followed. The blade connected with Grell’s skin again, making him yell. This time going deeper into his flesh the blade moved quickly up and down, the sideways. Grell’s screams filled the room, but it seemed that William couldn’t hear him.

“Mr Sutcliff, you are made to bleed.” He whispered distantly.

“WILLY THIS IS NOT FUNNY!” Grell screamed.

“Who said I was joking?” William blinked. “I am entirely serious.”

Grell once again noticed the shine of the blade before it connected with his arm. The crazy look in William’s eyes made him shiver.

*Willy finally went insane with his job?!* Red head wondered when a pair of lips connected with one of the cuts. A soft sigh escaped Grell’s lips while William licked the blood off his wound. The pain was still there but the pleasure of having this man’s tongue on his skin was too overwhelming to care for minor details.

An urge to touch William’s hair washed over Grell. He wanted to ran his fingers through it, pull on it, play with it, ruffle it…he wanted to touch that man’s cold face but the cuffs were restricting him.

“Willy, release me, I want to…”

But William didn’t let him finish, with a loud thud his hand connected with Grell’s face. Grell’s cheek began to burn. Red head blinked not understanding what he did to deserve the sudden hit.

“I told you to shut up.” William said calmly and once again pressed his lips to Grell’s wound, ignoring his whimpers. Even though William had a certain plan on how to train his subordinate he still didn’t know to what extent he should get it going. Looking at Grell so helpless, tied to bed, made William want to rip the last pieces of his clothes and take him – hard and painful. He wanted to make him scream and cry, and yell his name and for him to stop, but William wouldn’t stop. He would continue until he was satisfied.

“Willy…”Grell tried to speak again but William slapped him once more. Red mark decorated Grell’s pale face. Red head bit his lower lip and turned away. Grell felt humiliated.

“That’s right. That’s the face I want to see.” William whispered capturing Grell’s lips. Red head didn’t answer to the kiss and kept his lips tightly shut. William furrowed his eyebrows; he didn’t like Grell’s resistance. He wanted complete obedience. He grabbed Grell’s face forcing the red head to open his mouth for Will’s exploration.

William slipped his tongue into Grell’s mouth, cutting it on his sharp teeth in process. He felt no pain, but the taste of blood was a drive into paradise. Will wanted to mix that taste with Grell’s blood taste. Quickly he moved Grell’s tongue with his own against Grell’s teeth cutting it in process. Their mouths were filled with more blood. Grell cried out.

“What are you whimpering for?” asked Will. “You are feeling it just as much as I am.” His hand covered Grell’s throbbing member over the trousers.

Grell fought back a moan and glared at William.

This was not how he imagined everything to be. William was supposed to be on his place. William was supposed to be begging for him to stop. William was supposed to obey him.

William pressed the dagger to Grell’s throat, making him look into his eyes. Grell’s eyes sent daggers into Will’s, and it made him smile.

“Humiliation suits you.” William whispered into Grell’s ear, but did not remove the dagger. He straightened up and grabbed Grell’s manhood. Grell moaned and bit his lip causing it to bleed. Will’s own hardness was in his way, but William decided to ignore it for a while.

A wet patch on Grell’s trousers was obvious. William smirked and squeezed his manhood hard, causing Grell a lot of pain. Grell cried out. A look of satisfaction appeared on Will’s face. He was about to say something but an unexpected knock on the door stopped him. William froze. Grell was about yell but he covered his mouth with his hand.

“If you say a word, I will personally destroy you.” he hissed with a dangerous tone.

Another knock followed.

William stood up, not forgetting to shove a cloth into Grell’s mouth and moved to the door, wondering who the annoying pest that disturbed him was. Moreover, who was the one who was able to find the secret room…