(A/N: Written by Anon-chaaan~ (Whom is the older sister)

Grell Sutcliffe stood, with silk lingerie barely clinging to his body, cat-eye glasses, (in his ever so iconic green) were perched vicariously on his face, lime eyes studying the door to Gannon's study. "Roma-roma-ma… Gaga ooh la la~!" Singing a bit, as the death god pushed open the door, he giggled, as he saw Gannon reclining in a small, clearly undersized (For the man's massive weight) chair, and proceeded to skip over to him. "Want your BAD romance~!"
The pale man wrapped a lock of flaming hair around his middle finger coyly, and giggled again. "Ohh, Ganny-boo… What say, when you and I settle down, we have beautiful, magnificent children?"

The man looked at him with glaring eyes, and then began to slowly sit up in his chair, that of which, groaned with the effort of keeping the man aloft. Grell tilted his head a little, hair swinging due to gravity, and smiled a bit at the huge man, grin of sharp, pointed teeth getting wider at the second. "How about, you just go check on the brats, eh? Unless you wish a magnificent death upon yourself...?"

"D'awwh, but Ganny-boo, that's no fun! Why can't I just check out what's in your pan-"

And with that, the man with the flaming hair was sent to the ground, hair fanning out on the floor around him. Lime eyes shined with hurt as he whimpered a bit.
"I just wanted joo~" That smile grew on the death-god's face yet again, and he stood.

Gannon towered over him quite a bit, but other than that, Grell didn't back down in the slightest.

"Ohh, Ganny-boo, oh how much I love you~" To be honest, Gannon thought that Grell only wanted him for his own giant, bulging member.

"Ciel, you look so cute in girl's clothes~." "That shouldn't be what you're concerned about, Lizzy. We're in captivity."

( Sorry, had to do it.)