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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."

Comments

[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. ]