A/N: Don't ask. Just read the crack.

"This is fucking ridiculous!" Giriko stormed.

"Giriko, can you just-"

"No! No, because I'm stuck with you, the crazy religious asshole, and I have nothing to do!" Giriko yelled.

"Stop swearing, Giriko, please!" Justin plead with the older man.

"Fuck no! Why the hell would I listen to you," Giriko said, taking Justin's collar and shoving him against a tree.

"You baby-faced," Giriko continued, baring his teeth at the trembling priest.

"Fucking know-it-all," Giriko spat.

"Little shit!" Giriko yelled. By this time, Justin could take very little more.

"So, just shut your fucking m-uhf!" Giriko's cries were muffled when the blonde man pulled his lips to meet his own.

Justin didn't know what was going on.

Giriko didn't know what was going on.

But they continued in the kiss, their lips parting slightly. Giriko's teeth felt just as sharp as they looked, and caught on Justin's bottom lip. Justin pulled away.

"My lip!" Justin exclaimed.

"Serves you right for being such a homo." Giriko yelled. Justin couldn't deny that as such; he was attracted to guys. It didn't help that women didn't pay attention to him past 'Aw, he's s cute!'

"You kissed back!" Justin said, pacing after the chainsaw.

"I don't pick and choose! Anyone who's willing to give me action, I take their advances willingly." Giriko retorted. Justin chuckled.

"Sure. So, that's why you kissed back. You don't find me the least bit attractive?" Justin asked. Giriko stared the guillotine up and down.

"You do fit my sexuality. You've a feminine body. Boobs are too small for my liking, though." Giriko responded. Justin raised an eyebrow.

"I'm a man!" Justin yelled.

"Well, I've got some serious fucking doubts about that one." Giriko smirked. Justin glared at him.

"Well… you're not my type, either!" Justin said.

"You kidding? I'm everyone's type." Giriko said, walking up to the priest, just to prove a point. He walked around the back of Justin and grabbed his robes, pulling them tight against his lanky body.

"You know," Giriko groaned, "now that I'm up close, you might just be my type." Giriko wrapped an arm around Justin's waist. Justin went to hit him, but Giriko stopped him.

"You hit me and I'll get my chains out so fast, you won't be able to blink before I cut you in half." Giriko chuckled. Justin shivered.

"What are you going to do to me?" he choked out.

"What?" Giriko asked.

"Are you… are you going to…" Justin quivered. Giriko realised his insinuation and laughed.

"You mean am I going to rape you? Oh, you stupid, stupid boy. Rape's not my style. I'm much prefer you on your hands and knees, just begging me to let you suck my-" Before Giriko could respond, Justin had his fingers in his ears.

"I don't want to hear it!" Justin yelled. Giriko laughed and pulled Justin's head back, connecting their eyes.

"Do you know what I want to hear?" Giriko asked.

"W-What?" Justin asked.

"I want to hear you scream." Giriko cackled.

"W-What do you mean?" Justin asked. Giriko pushed the priest away and brought a blade out of his forearm.

"Three seconds." Giriko grinned.

"What?"

"Two. One." Giriko said, chasing the priest through the forest.

And, at that very moment, an effeminate scream rang out through the forest on the outskirts of Death City.

A/N: Don't ask :)