Yes, Sir- WillxUT Drabble

Just realized I never posted this asshattery here.

Angry WillxUT thing. Why? Because I couldn't get it out of my head and then it just suddenly stopped. WTH

-=-=-=-=-=-

"You come to seek information and yet you refuse to pay the asking price? That's bad business and bad manners, William."

"It is merely protocol. I cannot give you anything else, sir."

"Oh, but you can," Undertaker purred as he licked his lips. Suddenly, he shot forward and grabbed William by the jaw as he slammed him against the wall. "You most certainly can."

Undertaker crushed his lips to Will's as he pressed hard into him, keeping him pinned against the bricks.

If William hadn't been momentarily stunned he would have sneered. How dare he! How uncouth! How vile! How horrifically unprofessional for a senior to attack a junior in such a way! William may not have had the extensive experience Undertaker did when it came to being a reaper, but he was most certainly not naive and he refused to be treated like a thing. William snarled and gave a harsh nip to the lips crushing his own and quickly grabbed Undertaker's wrists. With a little more force than was really necessary, he switched their positions, slamming the elder into the wall just as hard and attacking his lips just as viciously. William refused to back down and he knew he had nipped hard enough to draw blood.

"I am not for sale. Care to change your words, sir?" William glared. He refused to lessen his hold lest the other tried to make another move.

"Well, well, it seems you have a bit of spirit in you after all, Mr. Spears," Undertaker chuckled softly as he licked blood from his lips. "Sadly for you, though, I have the home advantage."

Undertaker kicked a foot out and threw William off balance. He merely pushed at the other's chest and William went stumbling backwards over the crooked floor tiles and caught his heel on precisely the right one. Undertaker grinned as he pounced forward and toppled William onto a casket, pinning his wrists as he forced his way between the other's legs to grind lewdly. He smothered Will's growling mouth with his own to drown out the protestations. They melted into vicious kissing once more amongst growls and muffled groans as hands shot out to tear away clothing. As they battled for dominance, they rolled off the casket onto the rough floor, each vying to gain control. For their efforts, they gained scratches and bruises from scraping bare skin over rough stone or smacking into coffins. Undertaker pulled his mouth away for but a moment, perhaps to move lower, William took the opportunity to grab a fistful of silver tresses. Will jumped to his feet and using the mortician's hair against him, he dragged Undertaker to the slab and unceremoniously pulled him up and tossed him against it face first, knocking jars off to shatter onto the floor.

Contrary to William's expectations of further fisticuffs, Undertaker gave a curt laugh as he looked over his shoulder with a teasing gaze.

"Will, if I'd known you'd wanted it this badly, I'd have just bent right over in the first place."

"You'd let a junior do this to you?" Will practically spat and he moved in to pin the other down to stop him from lashing out again. Undertaker smirked and calmly turned around, his hands reaching out to play with William's tie.

"Let you? Hardly, lad," Undertaker purred as he suddenly yanked William's tie to pull him closer. There was an ominous line of cold on the back of the younger reaper's neck and out of the corner of his eye William could see a glint of silver. Keeping still and looking down further, he saw the handle of the legendary great scythe in the other's hand. Undertaker's grin turned feral when he saw realization in William's eyes. "You've earned this for the time being."

"Now, don't disappoint," Undertaker said lowly with a growl.

William swallowed hard. "Yes, sir."