My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Thirty-Eight: Unwanted Supervision

A/N: BOI look at dat cutie-pie *flips table* Grell y u so cute as a red-head and a brunette?! Also, i've realized that I've been saying 'ciel's eyes' instead of 'ciel's eye' and i'm really mad at myself

William had finally been released from the hospital. His wound still hurt but at least he could function. It would heal up quickly from this point out. Despite how much he told Madame Red it would be fine if he worked, she refused to allow him to. She was worried about him and insisted he take a few more days off. In the meantime, Grell would visit and report back to her. 

His doorbell rung, annoyed, he wandered over to see who it was. The man had been working on lesson plans, for after he returned to work. Opening the door, he immediately closed it and went back to his table. The doorbell continued to ring, the person refusing to leave.

"Mr. Spears! If you don't open this door I'll just have to tell Madame Red that you aren't fit to work!" Grell hollered. Ciel laughed at the interaction. He had just come along to talk, maybe ask for some advice, but it seems that he was going to be entertained instead.

The door opened again, William standing glaring at Grell. The brunette smiled and waltzed right in, Ciel following.

"What're you doing here?" William asked. He understood Grell, but Ciel didn't have a reason to be here whatsoever.

"Ah, I'm just curious about how you are," he said, "and I need to have something to tell the people at school. Everyone is asking if you died," William nodded, satisfied with that answer. He sat down at his work table again, Grell frowned, he was supposed to be resting, not working. The brunette hastily confiscated all of William's teacher work and put it in a safe. William clicked his tongue and sat there, tapping his fingers on the table. Where did Grell even hide that safe?

Ciel sat down on the opposite side of the table, he was half tempted to make popcorn and watch these two. It was so amusing. Ciel frowned, angry at himself for thinking such things, was he turning into Alois?

"Is the substitute doing their job? Or are they all just goofing off in that class," William asked. 

"Well, considering the sub is a botanist, and not a chemist, there isn't a whole lot we can do," Ciel answered. William sighed, he figured that was how it would be. All this time being locked up was getting to him, he just wanted to work. William noticed the remnants of dark circles under Ciel's eye, considering there was nothing else to do, he asked about them. Grell had wandered into William's kitchen, probably attempting to mess up something or other under the guise of 'cooking'.

"Have you been sleeping?" William asked getting straight to the point.

Ciel's eye widened, "no, not recently. It's been getting better though, sinc-" Ciel stopped. He messed up.

"Since?" Grell appeared behind him, wearing an apron. His hair had changed from brown to red all because he was getting nosy. In the back of Grell's mind he was mad at himself but Ciel wasn't the type to tell anyone anyway...things should be fine...

"Since I started sleeping with Sebastian," Grell almost dropped whatever he was mixing, and William almost fell out of his chair. Ciel just stared at the two, confused, did he say something weird? Ciel wanted to facepalm so bad, he should have phrased that differently. Although it was correct in both senses, Ciel really just meant sleeping, not sleeping.

"Do you mean you sleep with him? Or you slept with him?" Grell tried to get a better understanding of this.

"Yes," Ciel answered. Both cases were true. Ciel finally noticed the change in hair color on Grell, he had always assumed they might be the same person, just because of their names, but now he knew for certain. It wasn't like this was new to him, so he didn't mention it (A/N: but yet this little potato couldn't even tell Sebastian was The Butler).

"Damn, this guy got the D faster than I thought he would. You must be one horny teenager," Grell finished mixing whatever was in the bowl and wandered back into the kitchen. 

"What are you even making?" Ciel asked.

"Pancakes," he answered.

"Why the hell are you making pancakes?" William questioned.

"Why the hell not? You just be happy I'm actually cooking for you, I could leave you to starve off of those weird smoothies you drink all the time," Grell pointed a spoon at William.

"They aren't smoothies and I don't drink them all the time," William glared.

"You do too, you don't even eat properly, why do you think it is taking so long for that stab wound to heal?" Grell went back to work. Ciel thought the two were acting like an old married couple. Since Ciel had actually seen a married gay couple (*ahem* Izaya and Shizuo) he felt they were pretty similar, minus the fact that these two didn't flirt nearly as much. Ciel wondered what it would be like when he and Sebastian got married. It wouldn't be much different from how they were now.

Ciel imagined what he would look like if he was older but nothing came to mind. He wished he would grow a bit taller, right now he was way too feminine (he couldn't top Sebastian in this body). Ciel blushed slightly at his own train of thought, disappointed in himself for thinking like that. Sebastian was right, sleeping next to that guy every night wasn't going to last long without something happening.

"Do you want some pancakes?" Grell asked Ciel.

"No, I should probably get going," he said standing up and walking to the door.

"Do you need a ride home?" the red-head said.

"No, I'll ask Sebastian to pick me up, you two have fun now,~" Ciel smirked slightly and walked out. The door closed leaving an awkward silence in the room.

"What are you still doing here?" William glared.

"Oh, don't talk like that, I know you missed me," Grell grinned, blowing an air kiss.

"Just give me my work back," William threatened.

"Or what?" Grell stuck his tongue out. 

William got up and walked over to Grell, he grabbed the red-head's hands and held them above his head, Grell's back against the cabinets. He spoke in a low husky tone, eyes narrowed, "give me the damn papers or I swear I'll ruin your ass so bad you won't be able to walk for months."

"I'd like to see you try," he said, not really believing William would follow through with what he had proposed. The guy had a wound to worry about for crying out loud.

William moved his leg so that it would be in-between both of Grell's. He nudged Grell's lower regions ever so slightly causing a moan to escape Grell's mouth. William leaned in closer to the red-head and whispered into his ear, "you don't think I'm serious?" A shiver ran down Grell's spine and his face flushed. He wasn't mentally prepared for this.

"Goddamn Will," Grell's breath hitched, "fine, I'll give you the stupid combination, just let me go or the pancakes are going to burn," WIlliam smiled, slightly, the first expression Grell had ever seen on the man. He removed his hands and Grell was free.

The teacher got his papers back and was able to continue working, just like before, satisfied that he wouldn't have any more trouble from Grell tonight.

A/N: You needed this in your lives...

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