A/N: I do not own the Characters of Black Butler and the OC Saxon Tangrim belongs to the lovely NancyNaniNoNo :)

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Grell sighed as he stared at the two photo's on his desk. Both of them men he loved. One was a hard ass who handed out over time like itwas a Christmas present, who would strike you in the face with his scythe without a second thought and the other was a somewhat down to earth Irish man, who albeitkilled his ex in a jealous rage and has a drinking problem.

I sure know how to pick'em, Grell sighed with a slight smile as he looked at the pictures.

The one of the right. Grell and William's first official date as a couple. He had taken him out for a romantic dinner, dancing and with a little coaxing they made love nearly all night long. Even William slept past the alarm clock the next morning and had a smug grin on his face.

The one of the left was a picture of Sax and Grell on their one year of being together. They had gone to a bar both of them actually seeming to forget it was their anniversary until they were both nearly drunk of their asses and they passed out in bed and instead made it up the following weekend where they didn't leave the flat for 48 hours.

Grell sighed and let his head fall against his desk. And then he had gone a screwed it up by having drinks with William. One thing led to another and the next morning he woke up wrapped in William's arm with the raven haired man stroking his hair and drinking a cup of coffee reading the paper like it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing.

He shot a glare at William's picture and stuck his tongue out at it.

The redhead had immediately gone home and told Sax what happened and the Irish man just nodded and said he had to go for a walk. Grell had spent all day pacing worried and biting his nails ruining his fresh manicure until he got a call from the police station.

William and Sax had been arrested for brawling and causing a public disturbance. He bailed them out, nursed their cuts and scrapes and then they sprung the question.

"Who do you want?"

Grell had stood there stammering and babbling like an idiot before panicking and heading for the office. Which is where he had been for the past 17 hours. With the door locked and a bottle of wine.

He groaned and sat up taking out a sheet of paper and writing both names with Pro and Con written at the top.

William-Pro

Great in bed.

Amazing cook

Smart

Kind

Gentle

Rough ;)

Keeps me from doing stupid things

Great with kids

….

William-Cons

Drill Sergent

Gives Overtime

Willingly hits me in the face -.-'

Holds onto the past...

Sax-Pro's

Hot accent.

Amazing in bed

Shares in sometimes murder spree.

Not afraid to get really really rough

Listens

Kind

Great with kids

Sax-Con

Did kill his ex

Stint for child abuse

Alchohilic.

Easily Jealous

Grell sighed and looked at the two lists. They were both pretty much tied.

"Why is this so hard?" he whined tearing them up. "Both men are amazing and I just can't decide..." he pouted.

"What seems to be the problem dear?"

Grell looked over at the Undertake who was lying on his office couch and eating his bone shaped cookies.

"How long have been laying there?"

Undertaker chuckled and sat up. "I've been here since you stormed in darling."

"Oh..." he sighed and got up and walked over and Undertaker moved over so the redhead could sit down and partake in the nibbling of cookies. "Saxon and William want me to decide who to be with..."

"Why not choose both?" Undertaker offered.

Grell blinked. "I never thought of it that way," he replied thinking it over. "That just might work. Oh Taker you're an absolute life saver." He giggled and pecked the elders cheek before getting up and pulling on his coat.

Undertaker chuckled as he watched Grell leave and went back to eating his cookies.

William straightened his tie and smoothed his hair down as he walked into the restaurant and over to the bar. He narrowed his eyes and glared. "You."

The Irish man looked up from his whiskey and glared.

"What are you doing here?" both asked simultaneously.

"Grell called me." Saxon answered. "What are you doing here?"

"Grell called me." William replied.

They glared.

"Boys please, you're causing a scene. I did not call you here to kill each other," the red head sighed as he walked up to them.

He could've sworn he heard them mutter "pity," under their breaths.

"Have you made your choice?" William asked fixing his glasses.

Grell nodded and played with his clutch. "I have..." he took a deep breath. "I choose both of you. Now before you argue and say I can't. I very well can. Both of you are amazing men and I love you both equally. We've all had some great times together and I understand if you can't condone something like that. But that's my choice. Whether you like it or not."

Both men stared at him before exchanging glances.

"If that is what you wish...then I accept that." William spoke up.

Saxon nodded and shrugged. "I always thought William was a handsome man myself."

Grell grinned and kissed both men who in turn wrapped their arms around him. "You know this means you'll have to please us both equally. And of course you'll have to listen to both of us."

Grell looked at the two who wore a pair of matching sadistic grins. I don't know whether to be scared or aroused or both.

"I think I can handle the two of you," he blushed.

It was suffice to say, while Saxon and William returned to work the next morning, Saxon with his shit eating grin and Willam with his always stoic look and casual smiles, Grell was lying in bed using his vacation days that he earned.