"Darling~," Grell cooed from the doorway. William looked up to see his lover holding a paper sack. "Lunch time." Grell came over to sit beside him while Willian cleared a spot on the desk.

"Over your morning sickness?" he asked dryly.

"What? Oh, oh yes, thanks, darling." Grell took out a sandwich for William. He waited for William to start unwrapping his sandwich before taking out a jar of pickles and a tub of ice cream. William watched in wonderment as Grell opened each, took a pickle, dipped it in the ice cream and ate it. "Mm," Grell feigned sounds of delight at the bizarre dish and took another bite. "Mm, you know what this needs?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Sardines. Sardines would be perfect."

"Would you like me to fetch you some sardines?" William asked, hiding his disgust.

"No, no, dear, you eat," Grell replied. William watched as Grell continued to eat pickles in ice cream. If only his lover was so dedicated in his work.

"All that sugar can't be healthy for the baby. It'll only make you fat," said William and handed Grell his sandwich. "I'd rather you eat this. I'll get something from the cafeteria."

"If you insist, darling," replied Grell, not wanting to take another bite of his own food.

"I do," he said firmly, getting up. "I'll be back soon."

"What next?" William muttered as he picked up a meal from the cafeteria. Just how far did Grell plan on taking this? Though exasperating as it was, William was partially intrigued as to what crazy scheme Grell would come up with next. If Grell was really pregnant, he should start showing soon, if not already be showing, even if only a little.

Othello was having the exact same thoughts and was already devising plans to keep up with the illusion. "You'll have to not go naked around him for this to work. Which means, no sex," he explained to Grell as soon as he had the first faux baby bump ready.

"What?!" exclaimed Grell. "We can have sex with our clothes on!" he added desperately.

Othello shook his head. "Too risky. Unless you want to call it quits?"

"No way! William is on the verge of proposing, I can feel it!"

"Suit yourself," replied Othello with a shrug then helped Grell apply the fake belly. Grell wondered how long it would take William to notice.

He had noticed, but he had been too busy contemplating any diminutive possibility that Grell was pregnant, even though he knew it impossible, to bring it up. He finally shook the idea from his head and wondered what Grell and his cohort had concocted to enable this deception. He wondered how long Grell thought he could pull this off.

"Darling," cooed Grell one evening as they relaxed in their living room.

"What is it?" came the emotionless reply as William kept his nose in the book he was reading.

"Do you…notice anything…different about me?" Grell asked demurely, trying to sound sweet and delicate.

"Not particularly. Did you do your hair differently or something?"

"No, silly, look," he said, positioning himself to best display the little bump. "Look, darling, our child is growing." William refrained from rolling his eyes. "Isn't it time you asked me to marry you?"

"Does your dress still fit?" William asked.

Grell hesitated. "It should. I can let it out a little."

"Let's see then…" said William, taking out a calendar. "We would want ample time off for a proper honeymoon, lest I hear the end of it. As it happens, I have plenty of time I can take off. You, however…you used the last of your time off and went over when you became pregnant. I'm afraid you wouldn't be approved for any time off for quite some time."

"N-not even for such a special occasion?" William shook his head. "We can go on a honeymoon later, let's get married."

William again shook his head. "It's not a good time. I have new recruits coming in, meetings with upper management…what do you say about next June? A lot of brides like to marry in June."

"But..but the baby will have been born by then!"

"Then he or she can be a part of the wedding party. Wouldn't you like that?"

"I..uh...yes," said Grell hesitantly, though clearly he wasn't happy with that.

"I'll tell you what, I can try to arrange for us to have some time off before then. No guarantees, mind you. If I can, we can get married sooner. Agreed?"

Grell nodded slowly in response. He couldn't understand why William was being so stubborn about this. He had promised to marry him, so they should get married. Grell didn't know how further he could take this, even with Othello's help. "Whatever you think is best, darling," said Grell softly.

William was most curious as to know how those two managed to pull off what could only be a fake belly. There was no way it could be real. Feeling uncharacteristically mischievous, William set aside his book and went over to Grell who had plopped down in an unladylike manner onto the couch to sulk. Taking Grell by the hand, he pulled him to his feet and into his arms, dipping him slightly as he bestowed a passionate kiss upon his lover's lips.

"W-will?" a stunned Grell responded as his head came down a little out of clouds from where the kiss had sent him. "

"I've been a little standoffish lately," said William in as sexy of a voice as he could muster. "I want to make it up to you." William placed a gentle hand on Grell's false belly and slowly, sensually, slid downwards.

Grell hurriedly pulled from William's grasp and backed away. "N-not tonight, darling," said Grell regretfully. He hated to deny his lover like this. "I'm...I'm not in the mood tonight."

"Are you sure?" asked William, a little surprised that Grell Sutcliff had refused sex with him.

"Yes, I'm sure," Grell lied. "B-besides, we should wait and make sure it's safe and everything for the baby. Given the circumstances, we should check with the doctor first." Grell fiddled with his bangs as he spoke, which typically indicated he was being dishonest or hiding something.

So Grell didn't want William to find out the belly was false, he surmised. So much so that he was refusing sex. This meant no sex for either of them and while William could be content to go without sex, he didn't fancy the idea of his partner doing it just to continue this farce to manipulate William. No, that didn't sit well with him at all.

Perhaps it was time to put an end to this farce. It may be a little underhanded, but William thought he has the perfect plan of how to do so. He spent about a week planning it. So it was, when Grell came home the night William enacted his plan, his redheaded lover was met with an unexpected surprise.

Grell walked up to the front door, wondering why William didn't wait so they could walk home together. He walked inside the house and was met with the dim glow of several candles and rose petals that littered the floor, leading upstairs and also towards the living room. As Grell stepped further into the house, wondering what was going on, William appeared offering to take his coat. William helped him off with his coat and took him by the arm, escorting him to the dining room where a plate of spaghetti and a glass of wine waited for Grell. More petals littered the dining room and the candelabra was lit, basking the room in a romantic glow.

"Well, well, what is this?" asked Grell with a grin as William pulled the chair out for him.

"A special night for a special...lady," replied William. Grell noticed there was only a setting for one, but before he could ask, William took up his violin and began playing a soft romantic piece. Grell was dumbstruck and it took him a moment to find his voice.

"Darling, you're so romantic tonight. How unlike you."

"I wanted to show my love to the mother of my child," he answered simply. William played on while Grell dined. Grell knew William had to be up to something, but he could not fathom what. Perhaps he really did just want to uncharacteristically pamper him. So Grell allowed his lover to wine and dine him. Sans the wine. As much as he would have loved to drink that delicious looking wine in front of him, he needed to keep up appearances. Honestly, William should have known better.

When Grell had set aside his silverware and dabbed his mouth with his napkin, indicating he was finished, William laid aside his instrument and offered his hand which Grell took. He led Grell to the bathroom where he drew him a warm bath, filling it with bubbles and oils and scattered some rose petals about. "I'll let you relax by yourself. Read a book," he said, closing the door as he left the room.

Grell sat down on the edge of the tub and picked up the book that sat there, reading the cover. "The Tale of Will the Reaper", it read. "Oh you sweet, beautiful man," murmured Grell, feeling horribly guilty for once about something he had done and done to the person her loved the most, apart from himself.

Grell turned off the tap and exited the bathroom. "I don't feel like a bath," he said upon William's questioning gaze.

"Very well," said William. "Let's move onto the main event." He cleared his throat and turned on some music. The song was one William would consider 'obscene' and not at all to his tastes. Regardless, he began to move his body somewhat stiffly in clearly what was supposed to be a 'sexy dance'. He started with his tie, undoing it, sliding it off slowly, before giving it a toss across the room.

Grell almost wanted to laugh at his unnatural movements, however, he more found it oddly endearing and quite arousing. Then again, the two had not lain together for several months. It wouldn't take much for Grell to get all hot and bothered. William could stand on his head and quack like a duck and he would probably get a hard on.

He was mesmerized by William's strip tease, watching the blazer, followed by his waistcoat fall to the floor. Next, the shirt was slowly unbuttoned. Grell's erection growing with every button unbuttoned as more of the beautifully toned chest of his lover was revealed. Grell couldn't take it any longer and shoved William onto the bed, disrobing as fast as he could. The fake pregnancy belly was ripped off and tossed aside. He yanked off William's pants before dropping his own to his ankles and was pushing in as quickly as he dared, not wanting to injure his lover due to his impatience.

"You know I hate it when you do that," said William with a cold stare, looking up at Grell. Grell grinned in response, beginning to move and quickly building speed. He was a hot horny mess who wanted his turn in the driver's seat before surrendering himself to William. "Too rough," said William, but Grell ignored him. "Too rough!" he repeated more sternly. Grell continued to ignore him and increased his speed and his roughness, holding William down by his hips.

"Oh, yes, darling!" Grell shouted as he climaxed, his head tossed back. With a Cheshire grin, he looked down at his lover who looked back at him coldly.

William shoved Grell off of him forcefully. "I've been a bad girl," Grell simpered with a small voice. "I need to be punished for being so horrid to you."

"You should be punished and I should deny you just as you have denied me. However, seeing how you have already used mine for your pleasure, I may as well use you for mine." William spoke in a cold, dark tone that sent shivers of delight down Grell's spine. "But do not mistake for one moment that I won't make you suffer for it," he growled, reaching for the lube.

"Oh, I'm counting on it, darling," Grell purred. "Move your fingers like that again and I'll never bother you with the subject of marriage again."

"Promise?" asked William, moving slowly and teasingly.

"Mmmmm, yes."

"Good," he said, moving his fingers in the same fashion again. "But you're still going to be punished."

"Please~! Please~!"

Notes:

OK. This was trash. I apologize for this crap.