Author note: Hey! This is the trial chapter for the Sequel to Bloodlust and Petticoats. Still doesn't have a real name yet, so I'll be working on that along with the actual fic. Thanks for all the support on the first one, and thanks to eeryone who encouraged me with this!
Warning: Sex, violence, masochism, bondage, good lord, it's GRELL, that deserves a warning all it's own!
Pair: Grell Sutcliff and William Spears
Disclaimer: Yana Toboso owns this, not meeeee...

"Welcome to Yorkshire, Mr Spears." The shinigami in front of William T. Spears smiled over the rim of his glasses. "Hopefully, it'll be somewhat more peaceful than your London posting."

"Yes Sir." Will nodded curtly.

"I see on your files that you have actually refused our transfer requests before. May I ask what it was that made you change your mind?" Will thought about it seriously. He couldn't exactly tell his new boss the truth – that he'd refused the transfer to a better paid job in order to stay with his emotionally-unhinged, mentally-unbalanced, masochistic, cross-dresser boyfriend of over a century.

"Personal reasons, Sir." Better than no answer at all, he supposed.

"Oh, please, we're not so formal here." His superior waved. "Jim, call me Jim." Will frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Almost two centuries of habit is hard to break, Sir." Jim blinked.

"That's rather a long time to be on the job, Mr Spears. Many shinigami have given up by then, or moved to a higher station. Impressive that you've kept a level head this long." Will nodded once, but kept his mouth shut, already regretting agreeing to the move. A boss who enjoyed being friendly with his employees was not what he expected, or what he wanted.

"I had a very good stabilising influence, Sir." Any stress or potential breakdowns could be averted by a more vigorous session with a whip, they'd found. "If I may, Sir, I should go and meet the workers." Jim waved him out, and Will fought down the urge to sneer.

"Oh, yes, Spears!" Will turned back, schooling his expression. "There's another new transfer in your division. One Miss Grell Sutcliff. She started about a week ago." Jim frowned. "Unusual name. That one that will draw attention around here." Grell had been under investigation during the Yorkshire Ripper case, after someone had jokingly pointed out the similarities. The Bosses in London hadn't found it funny.

"You arrogant, misogynistic, boorish pig!" A familiar voice shrieked. "Get your hands off her!" Grell was already causing trouble, it seemed. Jim waded in, and tore the brunet shinigami away from the redhead and the young woman he was defending.

"That's enough, that's enough." Jim insisted. "Miss Sutcliff, Miss Tyler, Mr Evans. Please, you are in a work place, kindly act like it. A professional and responsible attitude must be maintained. Especially in front of your new boss." That caught their attention. "Mr William Spears, newly arrived from London. Play nice, Ladies and Gents." With that, and with the air of one who assumes he will be obeyed, Jim disappeared back into his office.

Will was settled behind his new desk within an hour, already disgusted by the amount of paperwork his predecessor had allowed to accumulate. Over the last week, however, Grell had been getting to know his new co-workers, and had already settled himself neatly into the centre of an ongoing web of gossip. Since he'd been able to claim Body Dysmorphia, Grell had insisted that all of his official paperwork was changed to reflect his new 'female' status. The other shinigami in the Yorkshire Division were introduced to Miss Grell Sutcliff, and as far as he was concerned, would never know otherwise.

"Hey honey!" The plump brunette perched on the edge of Grell's desk, that pretty smile that meant she had new gossip to share flashing at the redhead. Rebecca had been on the division for ten years, and took care of all the new girls until they'd settled in. "You heard about the new boss man yet?"

"William T. Spears? A little." Grell demurred. "Just met him actually."

"Oh." Rebecca pouted. "So I guess you don't want the dirt I've dug up, then?" Grell smiled, fangs glinting between painted lips.

"When have you ever known me to say no? Spill it." He chirped.

"Well." She leant down, giving him a view down her blouse any other man would have appreciated. "Just between us girls, I wouldn't be left alone with him for too long, if I were you." Grell quirked an eyebrow. "I heard that he had a bit of a history with women at his old division. I don't know where he came from, or who the women were, but I've heard rumours."

"Oh quit beating around the bush, Rebecca!" Grell groaned, dropping his forehead to the desk. His supervisor laughed.

"Apparently some women he was involved with got pretty badly beat up. Word is, he smacks them around, even bleeds them. There were a couple of reports filed, but nothing was ever done." She shrugged. "I guess that the girls were too frightened to follow it up."

"Maybe" Grell had had a conversation with Will not long before transferring in. As no personal information was given out to lower level shinigami, they'd agreed to keep it all under wraps unless they really had to share the information. They hadn't anticipated this – the idea that people here would have heard of them already. Maybe it would have been easier for the local shinigami to have already heard about Grell, but for better or worse, it was Will bearing the brunt of the speculation.

"Sounds like it to me. So, our new boss is some kind of pervert sex freak. Rumour Mill suggests that he's been at it for years. I mean years. This guy is really old too, like..." she cast around for a suitable analogy. "Moss on a stone, old." Grell just looked at her.

"We're all knocking on a bit here, Rebecca." Grell pointed out. She looked at him over the top of her glasses disbelievingly.

"I've only been on this job for a decade, Miss Sutcliff. Can I suggest you learn that I am not old." Grell yawned. Rebecca's annoyance would be enough to make most of her workers cower, but she was talking to Grell Sutcliff – one half of Jack the Ripper.

"Of course you're not, girl. Now, about the new boss?"

"Hm?"

"I guess you've warned every girl on the team about this guy?"

"Of course." Rebecca nodded. "I look out for my friends."

"Let me work with him." Rebecca nearly slipped off the desk as she jerked back.

"Are you insane? Grell, honey, if he fixes on you, he could-"

"Trust me, Rebecca." Grell leant back and folded his legs neatly. "I'm old enough and strong enough to hold my own against anyone in this division."

So? Do we think it's worth continuing?