the sound of shuffling papers filled the large bright lighted office of a certain dark haired division leader on an early afternoon, followed by an occasional silence as the figure of the man himself studied the reports now and then with care and the utmost precision.
A swift and black leather clad hand elegantly signing the stainless white files, making the pen sing onto those reports only after careful observation, that no fault or error had crept its way into the papers of the earlier reaper work done by the precious field agents that kept the name of the London dispatch association thriving and running for so many years.
A warm yellow light poured from the clear windows draped with red curtains which were held by shinning golden ropes, the brightness finding its way into every corner of the large room and dancing elegantly off of the shiny objects making its power tenfold, mercilessly banishing all darkness from every little nook and cranny of the area.
The warm glow crawling its way and caressing the paperwork, making it shine brightly as if it was a holy artefact that had fallen from the heavens itself and must be handled with care and precision.
Everything was peaceful and in its place as perfect after perfect report came in, again proofing the high performance of the reapers at work here, putting the overworked but professional William T. Spears at ease as he signed the reports after carefully reading them over twice and placing them on a neat pile in whichever order they belonged, creating perfect stacks of white beauty on the left side of the large oak wooden desk that stood in the midst of the head office room.
But all of a sudden all this tranquillity had disappeared.
William could feel his eyebrow twitch as his piercing yellow eyes scanned over a certain report that seemed oh so innocent at first glanced, but underneath the mask of that elegant neat handwriting the division leader had spotted something unforgivable.
His eyes quickly glided over the words as his expression dropped with every progress of reading.
Like a viper suddenly the man stood up, report in hand he strode with powerful paces around the desk and toward the dark heavy wooden door leading toward the secretary's room everyone had to pass before even entering the division leader's office at all.
A precaution taken against a certain red headed maniac and any other who dared to disturb the stoic icy reaper without any good reason.
Sadly must be said, miss Lacey Goodwin wasn't doing such a good job so far.
The door swung open allowing the warm glowing powerful light to burst into the peaceful dim lidded waiting room, making the young brown haired girl shoot up from her seat behind the small light wooden desk and glance up expectantly from behind her round thick glasses with a nervous yet pleasant smile on her lips.
But from the elegant light did not appear the warm grace of a heavenly angel but an icy glare that promised nothing but a severe punishment to whoever dared to stand in its way or bring up the courage the speak the wrong words.
A leather gloved hand reaching up to press dark rectangular glasses back on its rightful place as golden eyes pierced through the poor girl that was faced with the black clad figure.
"Bring me Mister Knox"
Ignoring the big eyes of what looked like a deer caught in headlights the lord of paper works turned on his heels again slamming the door shut with a loud audible bang that seemed to stir the very foundations of the building.
Leaving the poor shaken and stressed secretary behind who muttered a meek "yes sir" before standing up securely on her two own feet after stumbling a little and leaving the waiting room behind in search for the young blond.
The peaceful and light room had transformed in something more dark and sinister.
The curtains where pulled and through the thick fabric came a red soft light casting shadows around the office.
The darkness seemed to have eagerly returned after the once so powerful light had been dimmed, only but for one window behind the grand desk still had the curtains elegantly flowing from the sides and pouring onto the ground.
The proud light stretched over the wooden surface of the furniture and was just unable to reach the door by an arm stretch.
The stern reaper's face was still contoured with anger as he stood in front of the window, one hand placed on his side as the other rested on the cold cooling touch of the glass, the golden orbs gazing outside from behind the dark frame of the sharp looking glasses.
Blood was rushing through his body as his mind was seeming to work overtime.
Why was this happening again? Hadn't he made it very clear to the young blonde last time that this was unacceptable!
It seemed even more drastic actions had to be made as the youth was to stubborn to learn.
Images of the blonde reaper flashed in front of the icy man's mind, quickly subduing his anger in something completely different.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he turned away from the window and back to his desk, lighting the deep purple candle that stood upon it, it's flame immediately dancing elegantly and casting playful shadows around the surface of the wooden workplace.
There was a gentle knock on the door and suddenly it seemed as if the room itself turned its attention towards the sound as the division leaders head snapped up.
Eyes narrowed as he let his hand sooth one more time over the report which was carefully placed next to the candle who was still casting it's yellow brilliance around it's area.
The dark clad man walked over next to his desk, one hand stroking over the wood as his eyes seemed to be fixated on the door in a narrowed glare.
"come in"
The doorknob turned slowly and the wood was pushed open until a young blonde reaper appeared with big emerald eyes, shimmering behind goofy large black glasses.
A dazzling smile charmed his face as he stepped inside and turned the door gently behind him with a push of his hand.
"you wanted to see me sir?"
Even the cold look that was fixated on him couldn't break his pleasant composure as he remained standing at the door, waiting for further directions as what the man wanted from him, until than glancing back at him with those brilliant eyes.
"come over here and look at this"
The words were spoken in a dangerous low tone, the dark clad man felt his blood rush faster as it seemed the blonde was unaffected by the cold glares and even now the youth was still looking at him with an almost loving gaze.
Ronald merely smiled at him as he strode over to the desk, a light bounce in his steps until he took place behind it as his superior requested of him and let his eyes scan over the file on top.
An eyebrow raised as he continued to read the rest of the report before turning back to the dark haired man.
"ah, that is my report from this morning sir..."
The division leader narrowed his eyes as the blonde was obviously missing the point of this whole ordeal.
He stepped closer to the young charming youth to stand behind him, tugging the golden ropes tying the drapes lose, making the last window be covered with the dark shade of red shutting the head office from the rest of the world.
The candle's light still flickering and dancing, shedding its light on the file in front of the man.
"then tell me Mr. Knox, why are there so many spelling mistakes in your report?"
The blonde's eyebrows raised as he let his clear green eyes fall back upon the stainless papers, leaning his head down slightly yet staying firmly in place as he squinted his eyes.
The youth stretched his neck, a little of his pale soft flesh could be seen above the collar of his crisp white shirt, taunting William as he gazed back at the young man, a hunger unlike normal glint in his vibrant golden eyes.
Holding back the nagging urge to press the youth against the desk and take in the sweet scent of the skin teasing him so deeply.
Suddenly a nervous laugh emitted from the young reaper as he turned back to his superior, that sweet smile still adoring those lips that just screamed to be ravished deeply.
"I am sorry sir, I had this party I wanted to attend tonight and so I suppose I rushed my report a little, I certainly didn't mean to make those errors, I have no problem with my spelling sir..."
A voice honey sweet rang through the silent room, almost echoing of the walls as it seemed the warm up the suddenly cold office with its soft tone.
Beautiful eyes that would melt any heart glanced apologetic to the black clad reaper though it didn't seem to strike any chords of that dark figure.
William knew better...
"this is far from the first time this happened Ronald, It seems I shall have to take it upon myself yet again to make my point of taking care and precision in the writing of the reports of field jobs clear."
Suddenly the division leader stood behind the young man, making the smaller one gasp softly in surprise as his private space was invaded so suddenly by the man who probably honoured such thing the most.
A shiver running up his spine unnoticed by the dark clad figure as a hot breath spilled over his ear making the younger one bite his lip to suppress further signs that might show the state he was getting in.
"lean forward and elbows on the desk, I want you to read the report to me very clearly Mr. Knox, and whatever may happen, Do. Not. Stop."
The low tone was spoken into the blonde's ear in such a manner that it made the youth's knee's feel weaker as he looked down at the report, the white standing out strongly from the perfect dark oak, and gave a curt nod.
Leaning forward he suddenly felt his jacket being taken from him, skilfully tugged of in one pull before the younger one could even protest.
Opening his mouth yet closing it just as quickly again as he knew at this point objecting against the dark man's actions where pointless.
Resting an elbow on either side of the report he laid his arms flat on the surface of the cool wood that seemed to have soaked up the cold appearance of its surroundings.
Yet the brilliant little yellow light of the candle gave a reassuring warmth to the small area of the desk.
It's dancing fire flickering and reflecting in the big bright eyes of the young one before he glanced down and opened his mouth slowly to take in a deep breath before starting to read the report.
Yet instead his breath hitched as suddenly skilled fingers had tugged lose the blonde's belt
And where working its way underneath the black fabric to tug them down.
Blood pumped its way into the smaller reapers face, adoring it with a rosy flush as he felt the fingers sneaking onto his bare hips, making him turn his head swiftly.
"sir I-"
A growl cut of any protest the youth may had as the fabric was pulled down to fall into a little heap around his ankles, a hand snapping forward to forcefully grasp the slender chin and turn it back forward and down so the blonde was facing the report again.
"I gave you an order Mr. Knox... I expect you to follow it"
The youth breathed heavy as he lowered his eyes again to the report, delicate fingers trembling slightly as they where splayed over the harsh wood.
A shiver running over his skin as he felt the cool air lick over the heated flesh of his lower half.
Feeling the other gaze shamelessly over his rear sticking invitingly in the air as the man was bent over the massive desk.
William's eyes slid over the calve of the youths leg up to his thighs, eagerly taking in the sigh of the blonde's firm rear and follow the line of his spine a few centimetres before it got caught off my the brilliant white shirt that seemed to challenge the papers perfectly displayed on the piles for its pureness.
The dark stern division leader held back the urge to tug of the stainless material from the youth's slender shoulders and let his hands explore the brilliant soft skin that lured him so deliciously, tempting the man to abuse the youth in the most carnal way possible.
Blood pumping to a completely different part of his anatomy until he was snatched away from his clouded thoughts by the sweet soft words of the beauty in front of him.
"Miss Laura Henksins,
Born on April the 4th 1852
Died on march the 25th 1886
Cause of death where several bulets..."
Suddenly a loud smack filled the room and the youth's eyes flew open as he gasped, his hips meeting the desk harshly as the sudden blow pushed him forward, behind him the dark clad man grasped his hips and mercilessly pulled him back and kept him in place, the other hand now free from its dark glove raised slowly, ready for the next hit.
The blonde swallowed hard as he regained himself and hesitantly opened his mouth to continue reading the report.
" t-through her head and chest as her house was broken into by two armed robbers who where after the fine china and silverware miss often bragged about.
She had a terible na-HAH"
Another blow came down on the already sensitive rear as the youth quickly bit his lower lip to stop further cries from escaping his lips as a lustful glaze glinted in his eyes if only for a moment before dragging in more breath to continue.
MARriage with Sir Thomas Henkins who died on September the 14th 1882 after she poisoned his food with arsenic, there were no investigations followinghNNNNGHU!"
A series of smacks came down upon the trembling blonde as he desperately clawed the desk in a attempt to hold on to his composure although he knew it was severely crumpling from underneath him, raising himself slightly to read the next line with shaken breath.
"h-his death due to t-the cause he was a v-very well known alcoholic who visited the brothels once a week.
Therefore Miss Henkins was never arrested for the crime.
After the Murder of her husband Miss Henkins started entertaining a lot of men at her house and often received gifts and jewelerynaAAAnh!"
Another series of blows crashed down upon the writhing youth, the blonde shamelessly letting out pleasurable cries with every loud and hard slap as his hips where moving in anticipation for more, arching his back ever so slightly for the perfect curve as his legs moved to spread and accommodating the blows more, making the youth a more willing display all together, a shy arousal already present as the flushed blonde reaper chocked out the last sentence.
" from them resulting in a expensive collection which in the end led to her deat!."
Ronald finally let his head drop to rest against the white piece of paper as he eagerly took the last few stinging swats, his nails digging further into the polished wood as his heated skin got caressed by the colder air that still stroked ever so slightly over his body, yet his attention lay more to the fingers digging into his soft hips belonging to the man who was still dealing out rapid blow and seeming very content with the pleasurable mewls and groans he was drawing out of his willing victim, before finally he stopped with a soft groan as he pressed forward, covering his upper body over the youth's supple back, pressing his face eagerly against the slender neck to taking in the scent and relieving the urge he had earlier on in this session as hands rubbed almost lovingly over the red sensitive rear of the smaller blonde making him mewl softly.
Ronald had soon caught his breath again as the rough spanking had stopped and pushed himself up against his superior glancing back with his all to known innocent look, yet something much deeper hiding in his pretty emerald eyes, conveying a deep lust and want.
"I-I will make sure this won't happen again sir... if we are done I shall take my leave than..."
The blonde waited for the other to sit up and let go of him as he always did, these "scenarios" had played a few times before where the overworked reaper would call in the attractive youth and punished him for minor mishaps, relieving his own stress as well as trying to get the blonde to behave and do his work properly.
Suddenly a firm hard warm object was pressed against his burning rear, rubbing slightly making the always so playful reaper whimper and widen his eyes as he was pressed down, William using his strong upper body to do so.
His head leaning down as his mouth caught the younger ones earlobe between his teeth making a shudder course through the youth's body as he moaned softly and confused.
"oh, we are not done yet Knox..."