A/N: The ABC's Of Grelliam!

Please Note: Both William and Grell will be a little OOC, just a tad, only slightly, not very much... okay, maybe enough to keep things naughty and oh-so fluffy. ;) Completely random moments comprised in short alphabetized one-shots.

Enjoy, my dear readers! This is my first fanfic EVER, so please take my writing in stride. I promise I will not disappoint you!

Disclaimer – Black Butler and its characters do not belong to me, but to Yana Toboso. This is simply fanmade, nothing more.

Pairing: GrellxWilliam

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Adorable.

William could not deny that when Grell would do that scrunchy thing with his nose when he found something gross or moronic was quite possibly the cutest thing he ever saw.

And William T. Spears did not often find things cute.

The way that sharp pointed nose would crinkle in distaste, why, if he wasn't the kind of restrained man he was, he'd be tempted to say or do something odd to get that certain facial expression out of him.

But one day proved just too much for the raven haired administrator, and his restraint had left him to act upon a complete lack of self control.

They had been discussing a topic of soul collections and manicures; of how one could possibly not enjoy the harvesting of a fresh soul under a moonlit night while their frayed cuticles went unattended. Basic Grell babble, and from decades of experience, William learned to tune out the redhead's tangents while still keeping the illusion that he was listening to every word. This time, however, he found himself too infatuated with the small scowl on Grell's face, watching in silent delight when the topic of hangnails had stirred the red reaper into a disgusted rant, causing that scrunchy thing he did with his nose...

William simply couldn't help himself.

Soundlessly he stood from his chair and stepped around his desk to face his chatty subordinate. Placing both gloved hands on each of Grell's shoulders he ignored the shorter reaper's quizzical look and dipped down to place a quick chaste kiss on the tip of that sharp nose.

A stiff silence then, as both men stared at each other, one pair of eyes cool and complacent, the other wide and twinkling with utter shock.

"Will..."

"Adorable." William said with a satisfied nod, and then as casual as day he strolled out of his office, leaving behind his red reaper to melt all over his office floor.

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Blood.

The only time Grell ever saw William bleed was, contrary to suspicious belief, never while on the field or the workplace, never inflicted by an enraged soul or a demon, but by red manicured nails and razor sharp teeth.

And to Grell, that's how it bloody should be...no pun intended.

It was unarguably erotic to watch a small stream or two travel upon that pale well toned skin, the color he loved so much adorning the man he loved so much, the two together was...maddening. Such passion he felt! It would send him into a frenzy of wanton lust for the other man, wanting nothing more than to devour him with his overpowering need to bite, to feel, to throw them both into ecstasy.

William covered in someone else's blood was even a hot sight to see.

But William bleeding William's blood, caused by someone not Grell was well...no, simply unforgivable.

And some pesky demon had the unfortunate pleasure of realizing just how Grell felt when he watched his superior and close friend get slashed across the cheek, a small gash deep enough to immediately spill forth a small stream of blood while knocking his spectacles off simultaneously. Yes this particular demon was a quick one, but neither reapers realized how quick it was until it sideswiped at William, who jumped back and away from the demon, putting a gloved hand to his cheek and letting the blood seep into the expensive cloth.

"My glasses..." William hissed, almost a bit panicked, and began to hurriedly search for them.

He wasn't sure what had suddenly snapped within himself, but at that split moment Grell turned monstrous, and by the time William found his glasses, adjusting them, and peered through the darkness in front him he heard the chilling wails of the demon.

"Please...please, have mercy!"

"No one makes my man bleed but me. Do remember that when you're rotting back in hell, hussy."

There was an awful sound that met Williams ears, then complete silence. After a few seconds Grell emerged from the shadows of the night, covered head-to-toe in blood and wearing the most sadistic face splitting grin.

William stood and gave his subordinate a pointed look.

"I'm not your man."

And before William could adjust his glasses again Grell had gripped his tie and smashed their lips together in a rough kiss.

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Caught.

Suffice to say one spontaneous and reckless urge to shag in a coat closet proved to be a more uncomfortable predicament than one first thought.

"Ungh, Will...you're hip's digging into my thigh, love..."

"Here, I'm going to lift you..." a sudden shift, followed by a quiet moan," ...there."

"Aahn, W-Will..."

William hushed Grell's cry with a kiss. "Keep you're voice down," he whispered against the redhead's lips.

"Mmn...mwill..."

It was suppose to be quick romp, and things were indeed getting rather steamy fast.

"Hold on lads! Lemme grab my coat!"

The muffled voice on the other side of the door froze both reapers immediately. Oh damn, those voices...William glanced over to his right and his eyes widened as he realized he was looking right at Ronald Knox's blazer.

Oh damn...oh bloody damn...

Muffled voices became louder. Suddenly the doorknob jiggled. William tensed and Grell closed his eyes at the inevitable catastrophe that was about to unleash.

The door opened unveiling the sideways turn of Ronald's body as the young reaper's full attention was still on his company in the room.

"How'bout we switch tonight? You take the blonds, I take brunettes. Sounds fair..."

Keeping Grell wrapped around his hips with one hand William used the other one to snatch Ronald's coat off the hanger and handed it to the younger's extended hand, watching as Ronald grabbed it without a moments thought and shut the door, apparently too indulged in his conversation to realize anything peculiar.

It was moments like this that William blessed the fact that his subordinates were so daft.

Both men took a moment to listen, waiting as the chattering faded followed by the door to the room shutting. William let out a deep sigh of relief, his thumping heart settling back into a normal rhythm. That was close...

Sharp teeth grazed his exposed neck, hot breath against his skin. He heard Grell giggle, "I saw that, you sly fox...to think we almost got caught."

William adjusted his spectacles. "I told you to keep your voice down." He silenced the smaller man with an abrupt upward shove of his hips, causing Grell to shudder and arch his back off the wall.

Caught was not a word in Williams vocabulary.

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Dance.

On the outside showed a stiff, stoic, quite man well adorned in a black evening suit, top hat perched above neatly combed hair, a simple black mask concealed his flat expression, black leather shoes polished countless times to the point where one could admire themselves in the reflection.

But on the inside, the said gentlemen was a complete wreck.

Mind raced over millions of thoughts, blending into each other with no answer to the previous. A small sheen of sweat shown on his forehead contradicted the chilly night air of London.

William T. Spears stood outside one of the most luxurious ballrooms of London, watching as the masses of expensive suits and extravagant dresses shuffled up the steps into the entrance. His eyes scanned the clusters, watching, waiting, searching for that one specific figure who could slip past your vision with one blink; who could meld themselves perfectly into any background they so chose to.

Of course that person would choose now of all times to play around with William's head.

He checked his pocket watch for the third time in half an hour. Honestly, all that rambling about the female etiquette and yet William found it rather unladylike to keep a man waiting...

No sooner than he thought that did he feel an arm wrap through the crook in his own, and in a moment of surprise he glanced over to see a woman occupying his space.

"Excuse me ma'am, you have me confused."

"Do I?"

Oh. He knew that voice, slightly higher pitched than normal. He should have paid more attention to the fact that his new company was wrapped in a red and black evening gown, one most breathtaking might he add, and that her very exuberant red hair was bundled up and pinned at the top of her head, spilling red curls onto her blush-kissed cheeks and bare, pale shoulders.

Wow.

William peered past the red and black laced mask and the ruby red lipstick to make out the plump lipped smirk and the familiar phosphorescent glow of mirthful eyes.

"Oh. It's you." He deadpanned, which earned him a light swat on the arm.

"Is that anyway to address your lady of the evening? How rude."

They began to walk toward the entrance, merging into the crowds of nobles, still caught up in each others conversation.

"How so certain were you that it was me? All of these masked men, you could have wrapped your arm around anyone of them."

Grell tsked softly. "No need to be jealous, Will darling. I know that cold sexy stance anywhere."

"Hmph, nonsense." They reached the grand hall, watching as the orchestra played and couples began dancing. Grell found herself awestricken at the sight, but she could not enjoy the sight for very long, for a strong arm snaked around her lower back, pulling her flush against her dark, elegant reaper. The position brought their faces close, eyes stared at each other behind the masks.

Williams eyes were positively glowing.

"Enough chat. Shall we?

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