[Black Butler] "Intending to Stand Out " (PG)
Author's Note: Written for 
fic_promptly's Any, any, "When in doubt, wear red" (Bill Blass) One-sided Grell Sutcliffe/William T. Spears, and since this is short-haired!Grell, who's a bit more butch than longhaired!Grell, I'm using male pronouns this time.
Only a week had passed since both he and Grell Sutcliffe had qualified, and already, his partner was making a mockery of the rules.
"Mr. Sutcliffe, the regulations state that members of the Grim Reaper Society are to maintain proper dress and to wear properly decorous garments," William T. Spears said, eying his partner as the red-headed reaper entered the "war room" of headquarters. They'd been issued regulation black suits of a conservative cut, but Sutcliffe had apparently found a way to dispose of his, and now he wore a flamboyant red coat over a long red waistcoat and red knee breeches.
"Oh, come, Will, don't be so *stodgy*," Grell purred, perching himself on the edge of William's desk. "This is the latest *style* in the human world, and we *are* supposed to maintain a properly human image, in the instance that we might be *seen* by a human.
"Besides," Grell added, adjusting his glasses. "The color of this suit matches the color of my *frames*."
"Your garments are meant to be utilitarian, not a fashion plate," William replied, taking all this in. "I would ask that you return to your lodgings and change into more properly sober attire, but you are already on the clock."
"Oh, I *anticipated* that you might say that: I already discarded those drab trainee suits that they slapped onto our backs," Grell replied. "If you sent me home, I would have returned *naked*, since I've nothing else besides three other suits like this one.
"Not that I would mind so much if *you* saw me naked."
William regarded the other reaper over the tops of his own glasses. "Yes, but I would mind having to see such an improper display."
Grell glared at his partner, but a crafty smile crossed his face. "You know you don't mean those words for a moment, Will. At the core of that cold heart of yours burns a tiny flame for me."
William sighed. This was going to be a long day....
fic_promptly's Any, any, "When in doubt, wear red" (Bill Blass) One-sided Grell Sutcliffe/William T. Spears, and since this is short-haired!Grell, who's a bit more butch than longhaired!Grell, I'm using male pronouns this time.
Only a week had passed since both he and Grell Sutcliffe had qualified, and already, his partner was making a mockery of the rules.
"Mr. Sutcliffe, the regulations state that members of the Grim Reaper Society are to maintain proper dress and to wear properly decorous garments," William T. Spears said, eying his partner as the red-headed reaper entered the "war room" of headquarters. They'd been issued regulation black suits of a conservative cut, but Sutcliffe had apparently found a way to dispose of his, and now he wore a flamboyant red coat over a long red waistcoat and red knee breeches.
"Oh, come, Will, don't be so *stodgy*," Grell purred, perching himself on the edge of William's desk. "This is the latest *style* in the human world, and we *are* supposed to maintain a properly human image, in the instance that we might be *seen* by a human.
"Besides," Grell added, adjusting his glasses. "The color of this suit matches the color of my *frames*."
"Your garments are meant to be utilitarian, not a fashion plate," William replied, taking all this in. "I would ask that you return to your lodgings and change into more properly sober attire, but you are already on the clock."
"Oh, I *anticipated* that you might say that: I already discarded those drab trainee suits that they slapped onto our backs," Grell replied. "If you sent me home, I would have returned *naked*, since I've nothing else besides three other suits like this one.
"Not that I would mind so much if *you* saw me naked."
William regarded the other reaper over the tops of his own glasses. "Yes, but I would mind having to see such an improper display."
Grell glared at his partner, but a crafty smile crossed his face. "You know you don't mean those words for a moment, Will. At the core of that cold heart of yours burns a tiny flame for me."
William sighed. This was going to be a long day....