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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Who: William T. Spears (gtfo_mypersonalspace) & Grell Sutcliff (deathknellgrell)
When: 3/23, early evening
Where: Will and Grell's apartment
Summary: On the way home from work, William has the unfortunate luck of running into Jennifer Lanisto, the woman who's been screwing with peoples memories. blah blah blah, he ends up forgetting a certain something about the certain redhead he shares a bed with...
Warnings: Raging and yelling and William being an overly violent dick.



William is running late coming home from work. Not too surprising, he does have the tendency to stay and work overtime if things aren't finished exactly the way he'd like them to be. But today is different. He left work on time, things were going good, but now it's nearly 6:15 p.m. He should have been home nearly an hour ago. Whatever happened to cause this tardiness, William doesn't remember, because it involved a lovely lady named Jennifer Lanisto and her lovely ability to alter peoples memories.

So what part of William's memory got zapped? Let's open up the door to his single bedroom flat and find out!



"Honestly," William grumbles to himself as he sets his briefcase down and begins to remove his suit jacket. "I do not believe it is possible for me to arrive home with time left to relax."

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[deathknellgrell]

Er, well - I was cooking, you see. And you know how I am, I'm a tiny bit messy, so I thought it would be better if I didn't wear anything this time, while I was cooking, and then I was going to dress for dinner, but I realised there wan't much point to that, as you'd just be taking everything--

[ Grell breaks off, and sniffs the air. ]

OOOOOOOH~!

[ Something is burning! He dashes back into the kitchen, flashing William his ass as he goes. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ As much as William did not want to see Grell's ass at this moment, he still prefers that over finding out what the state of his kitchen currently is.

With a deep breath, he rounds the corner into the kitchen. He takes a moment to take in the mound of dirty pots in the sink and the second flash of Grell's ass as he tries to save whatever he was preparing in the oven, before he spots the drink Grell had mixed him sitting on the table. Hmm...drink or bash Grell over the head with that frying pan over there? Difficult decision, but William opts for the drink this time. He sits, downing nearly half of it in one swig. ]

I am not cleaning any of this up. You are.

[deathknellgrell]

Aaaaaah~!

[ He pulls the casserole from the oven, setting it on the counter. Clouds of smoke billow out. ]

It'll be a bit, er, crispy. I'll just let that cool.

[ Grell has had more than one run-in with the smoke alarm, so he's quick to run out into the living room, stretching across the sofa (where William is sitting) to open a window. He is, of course, flashing William again as he does so - but he seems unconscious of this. As he draws back from the window, he kisses the side of William's forehead; it's an intimate gesture, not a come-on. ]

Sorry, sweetie. It's the thought that counts, you know?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William stiffens, his cold gaze following Grell's movements. Even as he's wiping the spot where Grell kissed with the back of his hand, his eyes are drilling into Grell. ]

Fine. I appreciate you attempting to cook me dinner, but I do not appreciate this.

[ He indicates Grell's "attire" by giving him a piercing look up and down. ]

Find your pants, and put them on. Now.

[deathknellgrell]

Aaaaaaaah~!

[ Grell visibly shudders at William's gaze. He hugs himself, spinning around. ]

Oh yes! Yes!

If you're going to look at me like that, I'll do anything you like!

[ Another pirouette, and he's off to the bedroom. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Sometimes William doesn't know why he puts up with Grell. But, considering work went without a headache today, William is willing to indulge Grell slightly by having the dinner he's cooked. At least he won't have to cook and clean, himself.

He sighs, moving towards the dining area. That flickering candle is completely unnecessary, so he quickly blows it out. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ A little while later, Grell leaps back into the living room, arms outstretched, hair flying. ]

Yoooo hooooo~♥

[ He's wearing pants. ]

Do you like this better?

[ Short, red, ruffled, lacy pants. With fishnet stockings. And a sheer negligee on top. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ A very audible sigh. ]

No. But it is good enough for now, I suppose.

[ What, did Grell pack a suitcase before he came over? Honestly, all William wants to do right now is eat, kick Grell out, and go to sleep. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Oh.

[ Grell deflates, visibly. He'd really expected William to be pleased - with the dinner and the drink, as well as the outfit. Grell knows better than to expect William to express his pleasure, in so many words. But even William has his little "tells": he'll adjust his glasses and clear his throat and try his best not to seem overly happy... ]

Did... did something happen?

At work?

[ He reaches for William's hand. ]

Are you all right?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Stop.

[ He pulls his hand away before Grell can grab it. ]

Work went fine, for once. I got a bit tied up on the way home, [ Though he can't quite remember why... ] but I was hoping to come home and be able to relax for a few hours. Instead, I come home to this.

Now, I will appease you and eat the dinner you have cooked me, but once we are finished, you are cleaning up and leaving. Understood?

[deathknellgrell]

Look, something's bothering you, don't try to hide it, I know when you're--

[ ... ]

Leaving?

What d'you mean, leaving?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

As in, collecting any other little outfits you may have brought over and going home.

[deathknellgrell]

I AM home!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

If you would prefer, I can make you leave now.

[deathknellgrell]

I'M NOT GOING--

[ Grell sputters; his eyes widen, bright with rage. ]

Are you - breaking things off with me?

Is that what you're doing? You're just going to chuck me out? Not even an explanation, just - "get your things and go" - is that what's happening?

[ His fingers curl into a fist. He slams it down on the dining table, hard. The sound reverberates throughout the flat. Even in lace tap pants and a nightie, Grell's rage is formidable! ]

NO!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ The rage doesn't phase William. He merely adjusts his glasses, summoning his scythe should he need it to properly remove Grell from the premises. ]

Honestly, I do not see what there is to explain. You broke into my home, I have every right to kick you out.

[deathknellgrell]

Your home?

IT'S MY HOME TOO!

[ He jabs a finger towards the red curtains fluttering in the evening breeze. The window is still open; it's not quite Sirens yet... ]

Or are you going to tell me YOU selected these on your own?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William looks over to the window, scrutinizing the curtains. His frown deepens. ]

I may have.

[ He sounds rather perplexed, though. It certainly isn't something he would normally pick, but he must have...right? ]

[deathknellgrell]

You didn't!

You wanted those ~awful~ little aluminum mini-blinds, so cold, so impersonal, I hated them, we had a row about it! Don't you remember?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

No, I don't remember. You must have redecorated while I was working.

[ Certainly sounds like something Grell would do. He goes over to the window to see if the boring blinds are hidden behind the red drapery.

...they aren't.

But rather than taking this as evidence that something isn't quite right, William uses it as fuel to becoming even more peeved. ]

Whatever you did with my actual blinds, I want them back.

[deathknellgrell]

Redecorated while you were--

[ This is so preposterous that Grell is actually speechless. He stares, open-mouthed, as William inspects the window hangings. ]

I--

I didn't do anything with your actual blinds, cos there AREN'T ANY!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ No no no. Grell must have done something. This is just like that time Grell snuck into his office while William was at a meeting, and replaced all his post-its with glittery, red, heart-shaped ones.

William storms off into the bedroom to see what else Grell had tampered with. The canopy bed and red linens all seems familiar, like they belong there, but that's ridiculous. ]

I do not know what is going on here, but we certainly are not living together. There is no reason to.

1/3

[deathknellgrell]

[ Furious, Grell follows behind. ]

No... no reason!

You LIAR! You horrible man! You--

2/3

[deathknellgrell]

[ Nothing about this makes any sort of sense. It's not a joke - William doesn't joke. Nor can it be a test; because although William does test people, his tests typically involve #2 pencils and little bubbles to be filled out.

Unless... ]

3/3

[deathknellgrell]

Is this your way of - thanking me? For making you dinner? By being extra-special cold?

Cos you know I like it?

OH WILLIAM!

[ He rushes at William, arms wide and lips puckered! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Normally, Grell's face would meet William's binder-shaped NV, or his scythe. But, William's currently distracted, trying to figure out what exactly is going on here. So, it isn't until Grell's latched onto him that he reacts. ]

Grell Sutcliff! Get off of me, this instant. I did not give you permission to touch me, nor will I ever.

[ William has, at least, intercepted Grell's kissy face with the palms of his hands, and is pushing away urgently! ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Which means William is going to get his hands kissed! ]

OOoooooOOOooooh~! I suppose I have been naughty, hmmm~?

[ He breaks away from William and leaps over to their shared dresser. He yanks open the bottom drawer. ]

Naughty, bad Grell. You'll have to punish me~♥

[ In it, is their extensive collection of bondage gear! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ After he finishes smoothing out his shirt and hair, he peers into the drawer. ]

...what is-

[ He looks rather disgusted and perhaps a big flustered at the assortment. And not understanding why he feels flustered just makes him even more furious. May as well take that anger out on Grell! ]

Fine.

[ He grabs a length of rope and begins to wrap it around Grell's body and fasten his hands tightly behind his back. ]

[deathknellgrell]

Aaaaaaaahnnnn~! Ahahhaha! OOooooooh~!

[ Grell squirms, making little happy noises of delight. This at least feels familiar. ]

Now what, sweetie?

[ His arms are tied, but his feet are still free. He sits back on the bed, dragging his toes up the the length of William's leg. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William shifts away from the touch, finding another bundle of rope in the drawer, along with a ball gag. They are quickly applied! ]

Do not call me that.

[ And he pulls the ball gag another notch tighter. ]

[deathknellgrell]

MMMMMMMMMMMMM!

[ Thus bound and gagged, Grell stares, terrified. And also excited! But principally - terrified. He's been clinging to the idea that William's behaviour is all some elaborate act, for his benefit, because it's the only explanation that makes anything resembling sense.

But it doesn't really make sense; William isn't one for elaborate acts. ]

Mmmmmmm~?

[ It comes out as a whimper. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Shut up.

[ William grabs a handful of Grell's hair and proceeds to drag him out of the bedroom, through the living room, and right up to the door. He then unceremoniously dumps (aka kicks) Grell out onto the welcome mat and slams the door behind him. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell doesn't resist; for the moment, he can't. Lying immobile in the corridor, he knows: this is no act. William - his William - would never do anything like this. His William, for all his fits of temper and irritation, is protective. There's an underlying sweetness to his nature that has been quietly unfolding in the time they'd been together.

Almost a year.

He weeps, though his sobs are muffled by the gag. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ A minute or two goes by and the door suddenly opens again...






...and a flurry of red fabric curtains falls down upon Grell, before the door closes once more. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Grell's heart leaps as the door opens...



When it closes again, he actually stops crying. William has finally managed to do what he hadn't been able to accomplish in a century - he's broken Grell. ]