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Interruptions	By : CherryStarburst Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Interruptions
- 2-Part Two
- 1
- 2
Chapter Warnings: Smut coming out
your eyeballs with NO plots to speak of.

XxXxXxX

“Kurosaki,”
Byakuya drawled, voice full of even more disgust than usual for
Ichigo. The boy in question was hastily righting his uniform,
clearing his throat awkwardly. His face was aflame and he was
shaking.

And he was wishing Byakuya hadn't walked in.

“What?”
he snapped, making to storm out of the bathroom, to ignore the
feelings making his stomach clench in agitation. He wondered where
Stark had disappeared to, then forced that thought away.

“Are
you attracted to Stark?” No-one ever said Byakuya beat around
the bush. Ichigo's blush grew even heavier and he felt light headed.
A hand shot out to the sink to steady himself. That straightforward
question had completely thrown him.

“No!” Ichigo
denied vehemently. Even though he was. He just didn't know why.
He'd never been attracted to males! Or females. Or anyone, really.

Byakuya stared at him for a moment with cool eyes, jaw
clenched tightly. Ichigo wondered at his tense expression – he
hadn't seen Byakuya look so 'conflicted' since Ichigo had invaded
Soul Society and Rukia had nearly been executed.

“I
don't,” Ichigo said again, in case Byakuya hadn't got the
message. Byakuya didn't say anything, he just turned around, back
facing Ichigo, and walked out of the bathroom, step stiffer than
usual.

Ichigo punched the sink as Byakuya walked away,
probably revolted that he'd fallen for an enemy,
an Espada. One of Aizen's minions. Ichigo was revolted in
himself.

“Shit.”

XxXxXxX

Lilinette
stepped out of a garganta, landing right in front of Stark, who
lounged on the rooftop of the Kurosaki's house, concealing his spirit
pressure so that that Shinigami father didn't detect him.

“Stark!”
she snapped, aiming to kick him in the head. Stark grabbed her foot
before it could make contact with him, staring up at her lazily.
Kids, always come just to disturb their parent's sleep.

“What
brings you here?” he asked, wondering if it was loneliness.
Lilinette couldn't go one day without yelling at him, it seemed.
Well, she was his fraccion.

“Aizen-sama,” she
admitted grudgingly. She hated doing errands for anyone, even the
illustrious Aizen-sama. She rarely even ran errands for Stark. “He
wants to know what you've found out about the Kurosaki kid.”

Stark
turned from her to stare up at the clear blue sky, a grin playing on
his lips. Aizen was losing some of his power, if he needed to
actually ask him what
he'd found out. Apparently, Stark had done quite an effective job of
shaking off the little spies that had been spying on him spying on
Ichigo.

“Tell him...” Stark 'hmm'ed for a moment,
merely to wind Lilinette up even more. “Tell him to be more
patient.”

At that moment in time, Stark couldn't give a
fuck about Aizen.

XxXxXxX

Ichigo scowled as he prodded
his neck. There was a massive bite mark adorning it, the cuts scabbed
up and looking quite angry. All thanks to that fucking Espada
bastard.

Inoue had been frantic upon seeing the mark, and
Rukia confused. Chad and Renji seemed to know exactly what had
happened, and Ishida didn't care. Ichigo had passed it off as a
hollow bite from a fight, which it sort-of was.

Only Ichigo
was certain he wouldn't like a hollow bite half as much as he liked
this one.

Ichigo yanked his hand away from the bite when he
realised he was stroking it.
“Stupid vampire git.” The only way he could honestly deny
feeling anything was to insult Stark every way he knew how, some even
in other languages when he ran out of Japanese.

He ripped his
eyes away from his reflection and turned to leave the bathroom,
before Byakuya burst in there, paranoid a hollow had attacked him. Or
his father thought Ichigo might need some love.

However, when
he turned around, there was a whisper of movement, and then he was
facing a broad chest, clothed in white. Ichigo stared at it for a
moment, quite confused, and then his eyes trailed up, past a hollow
mask, to the dark eyes of one of the top three Espada.
Stark.

“Ichigo,” he greeted, and Ichigo shivered
at the way he practically purred his name.

“How the fuck
did you get in here?” Ichigo snarled, darting a glance to the
door he'd sworn was locked. How had Byakuya not sensed Stark? How had
Ichigo not sensed Stark?

“Your house has surprisingly
little defences,” Stark told him, amused. “You can never
be to careful, little Shinigami. What if a perverted bad guy waltzed
right in?”

Ichigo stared at Stark incredulously. “One
just did,” he snapped. Stark laughed at that, and Ichigo's
eyebrows drew together in a scowl – how dare Stark laugh at
him?

“You'd be surprised, Kurosaki Ichigo.” Before
Ichigo had time to decipher the cryptic words, Stark had pressed him
against the sink, and was passionately smothering him in a kiss.
Ichigo raised his hands, trying to punch Stark, struggle, anything,
even as fire sped through his body at the speed of light.

Stark
easily caught his wrists and pulled them behind Ichigo's back,
securing his arms in an uncomfortable hold, before pulling his hands
away. Ichigo rolled his eyes and moved his own arms again once they
were released. Stark smirked against his lips.

Ichigo couldn't
move his arms.

Ichigo tore his mouth away from Stark's and
shot him a furious glare. “What the fuck?” he snarled,
attempted to struggle against whatever was binding his arms. Stark
chuckled, one hand moving through Ichigo's hair fondly as Ichigo
wriggled.

“Reiatsu. You'd be able to break it if you
could control your own,” he informed Ichigo and, without
allowing Ichigo to retort, tightened his hand in Ichigo's hair,
yanking his head up. Ichigo was again caught in a kiss. Stark's other
hand cupped Ichigo's cheek, a thumb forcing it's way between Ichigo's
lips, opening his mouth. Stark's tongue slipped inside.

Ichigo
groaned low in his throat, before shaking his head frantically. He
hated the situation, hated being bound, unable to do a thing, hated
that Stark had so much control over his body's reactions – his
mind's reactions – and knew it.

“Don't
struggle, my cute little Shinigami. I know just how much you like
this,” Stark whispered against his lips, one of his hands
pushing against Ichigo's protruding bulge through his jeans. Ichigo
gasped and bucked forward, feeling his face flame at the stupid
action he hadn't been able to stop.

“You're a bastard,”
Ichigo hissed. Stark chuckled darkly and began peppering kisses down
Ichigo's neck, before licking a long line up his face, from his jaw
to just below his eye. Ichigo tried to grimace in disgust, even as
his cheeks heated up further with arousal.

Stark's hand
trailed to the hem of his t-shirt. “You won't be needing this,”
he murmured against Ichigo's flesh and, in one smooth movement, had
ripped the material right off Ichigo's chest. The destroyed shirt
drifted to the ground as Stark's hands attached Ichigo's newly bared
skin, running up his rock hard stomach, pinching and squeezing his
nipples, tickling his sides.

“Could say the same for
you,” Ichigo said breathlessly. Stark looked up, slightly
surprised. Ichigo scowled back at him. He wasn't getting out of this,
and he knew he didn't even want to. But he could surprise Stark, put
him off guard. Break the bonds and beat his face in before fucking
him into the ground.

Or maybe not...

Stark grinned
slyly, a hand moving to the collar of his white jacket. “I know
what you're trying to do,” he taunted, fiddling with the
material. Ichigo's eyes inadvertently trailed down to that hand,
expectantly, needing Stark
to unclothe himself. So he could see the Espada's body.

What
an embarrassing admission.

“Shut up,” Ichigo
hissed, hands straining against the bonds again, trying to believe
physical force just might work. Because the alternative...

Ichigo
knew he had no control over his spirit pressure to speak of. Even
trying to control it enough to get rid of Stark's reiatsu might
result in him blowing up his house. He couldn't risk it.

That
sounded like a weak excuse, even to him.

“Still so
feisty, even though I hold your pleasure in my hand,” Stark
mused, pulling his jacket back to expose more of his skin for just a
scant second. Ichigo's cock twitched and he only just held back a
whine.

“I'll kick your fucking bullocks in unless you
do something,”
Ichigo nearly yelled, the tension in his body rising to almost
impossible levels, even though he'd been barely touched. Stark threw
his head back and laughed, and Ichigo caught sight of the bone
necklace he'd been trying so hard to avoid looking at.

He
swallowed heavily, guilt weighing heavily in his stomach. Sleeping
with the enemy.

Stark seemed to notice his sudden melancholy,
and titled Ichigo's chin up to look at him. One look at Ichigo's face
seemed to tell him everything. Ichigo wished he weren't so easy to
read.

“Don't be like that,” Stark said quietly,
pressing his lips to Ichigo. Ichigo clenched his jaw and looked up at
Stark angrily – how was he supposed to not be 'like that'?!

However, when he saw Stark's eye, his angry snark died on the
tip of his tongue. Stark's eyes... were filled with fondness. As if
he were fond of
Ichigo. As if he cared about him. Ichigo shook the thought away,
hoping to close his gaping mouth.

Stark, it seemed, didn't
bother to hide his emotions, the good or the bad.

“What
about Aizen?” Ichigo asked instead, bitterly. Aizen, it was
always about Aizen, all his life, it seemed, was being consumed by
the treacherous Shinigami. He was always there,
looming in Ichigo's subconscious.

“What about Aizen?”
Stark echoed the question. Ichigo's jaw fell open. Stark hadn't even
added '-sama'. Every Espada Ichigo had met held a deep, reverent
respect for Aizen, that seemed lacking in Stark. “It's not him
I want to fuck.”

Ichigo flushed a deep red, seeing Stark
smirk before he looked down. Who was honestly that blunt?!

“Ichigo,
just let everything go. You want this-” Stark thrust his hips
forward slightly, a thigh in between Ichigo's legs. Ichigo grunted as
his erection rubbed against his leg. “I am
dying to get into your tight heat.” His leg was thrusting
harder, and he leaned forward, fully pinning Ichigo, who's lips fell
open slightly at the pleasure melting his
body. “So let's-” A tongue traced his lips, slipping into
his moist mouth before retreating. “-Just-” Hands found
his arse and squeezed. “-Fuck.”

“Please,”
Ichigo gasped.

Stark attacked his mouth violently, teeth
biting into his lip, tongue battling his. Ichigo attacked back with
the same fervor as his trousers were unbuckled hastily and pushed
down, his boxers given the same treatment as his top.

“You-”Ichigo
murmured through kisses. “You too.” Stark nodded and
pulled back. Ichigo took the opportunity to step out of his jeans as
Stark pulled off his complicated-looking outfit in one smooth motion,
standing before Ichigo wearing nothing more than a fragmented hollow
mask.

Ichigo's eyes raked over Stark's body, feeling eyes
burning into him with the same intensity. Stark was strong, muscular,
taller than Ichigo. Ichigo suddenly felt like an insignificant dot
next to Stark's dominating presence, especially upon catching a look
at his dick.

Were all Espada's that well-endowed?

Ichigo's
body, however, seemed to appreciate it, growing hotter and hotter as
Stark crossed arms over his chest, surveying him with a lazy grin,
apparently having no intention of moving closer to Ichigo.

“Get
the hell over here,” Ichigo grit out furiously. Stark appeared
even more pleased.

“Say the magic word,” he
taunted. Ichigo felt like an ant under Stark's microscope, the smarmy
shit!

“Please,”
Ichigo muttered, former sincerity completely lacking. Stark didn't
seem to mind.

Ichigo didn't even see Stark move. There was a
gust of air, and then Stark was just there,
spreading his legs and hooking them onto his hips with immeasurable
strength. Ichigo tightened his legs, the sink digging into his back
painfully, but he didn't mind. Teeth nibbled on his bottom lip,
before disappearing.

“Got lube?” Stark asked
huskily, breathing into his ear. Ichigo shivered.

“Um...”
he murmured. There was some in his bedroom, but he didn't want to
risk leaving this bathroom. For all he knew, Byakuya was lurking
outside, ready with his powers of interruption.

“Shit,”
Stark mumbled, looking around for inventive ideas, smirking when he
saw some of Isshin's idiotic, girly hand-cream sitting innocently on
the sink. He grabbed the tube, squeezing some onto his fingers to
test it. “It'll do.”

“Glad it meets your
approval,” Ichigo grit out at the superior way Stark surveyed
the hand-cream. Stark shook his head and bit at Ichigo's earlobe
playfully as the hand not holding the tube trailed down to Ichigo's
arse, squeezing a cheek roughly, and then slapping it.

Ichigo
yelped, nearly falling out of Stark's hold at the unexpected smack.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he exclaimed, indignant.
People didn't just begin spanking
him.

“If I have to explain it to you, you're more
innocent than I thought,” Stark murmured thoughtfully, spanking
him again. Ichigo reacted in the same way, glaring daggers at Stark.
It might have felt sexy as hell, but there was no way Ichigo would
let some Espada degrade him.

“Stop that!” Ichigo
ordered. Stark laughed and spanked him again. Ichigo only just
withheld a sharp gasp. It seemed to get better and better with every
fucking smack. “I said stop!”

“No~oo,”
Stark sung, and delivered another smack. Ichigo began struggling
against the bonds again, determined that this sexy torture was not
going to go on any longer when he desperately needed to be shagged,
because his cock was about to burst. He pulled Stark close to him, so
their faces were just centimeters away from each other.

“Just
fucking fuck me already!” Ichigo hissed warningly. Stark sighed
long-sufferingly, hand rubbing Ichigo's burning butt.

“Since
you put it so nicely,” he replied sarcastically. Ichigo's legs
tightened painfully, and Stark winced just slightly, before wrapping
his arms around Ichigo and lifting him from the sink.

Ichigo
was carried over to the door and, just when he thought Stark would
actually open it, his back was slammed against it almost painfully,
Stark pressed against every inch of him. Ichigo moaned at the feeling
as Stark began nipping his shoulder, pulling flesh into his mouth to
bite at. Even his hollow mask scraping against Ichigo's chest felt
arousing.

There was some fiddling with the tube of hand
cream, and then Stark's hand was against Ichigo's ass, finger
slipping between his cheeks to rub at his hole. Ichigo frowned –
he'd never been touched there except for the one time his father
managed to hold him down for a humiliating prostate exam.

“Don't
worry, I'll be gentle to your precious virgin flowe-” Ichigo
head butted Stark in the chin, cutting him off. Stark hissed in pain,
delivering another smack to Ichigo's sore ass, and then shoving his
finger in without delay.

Ichigo groaned at the strange
feeling, and Stark looked distinctly smug. “You shouldn't
really harm me when we're in this position,” he reminded.
Ichigo didn't particularly care. If Stark said something about that
again, he would retaliate in kind, oncoming shaggage or not.

“Piss
off,” he mumbled, most of his concentration on the finger
inside of him. He was getting used to the feeling as Stark moved it
around, pulling out and pushing back inside, barely giving him time
to adjust. Git.

“Oh, you want me to go?” Stark
asked, beginning to pull his finger out. Ichigo growled and tightened
his legs around Stark again, and his arse around the finger. Stark's
droopy eyes twinkled with amusement.

“You wouldn't dare
leave now,” Ichigo said confidently. Stark wanted it just as
much as he did. It was Stark's fucking idea.

“Alas, you
know me too well,” Stark said woefully, and then abruptly added
another finger into Ichigo's body. Ichigo glared at him for the harsh
intrusion, even though he wasn't surprised. It wasn't going to be
flowers and fluffiness. “After all, I'd miss out on the
opportunity to fuck this delectable arse which is clenching so
wantonly around me. It needs me, you need me, in you, pounding you so
hard you won't know how to say anything else but my name, and my
name only.”

And then Stark moved the fingers around,
deeper than he had before, and hit something inside Ichigo that made
him moan aloud at the almost painful pleasure it shot through his
body. He stared at Stark, nearly breathless. He knew what it was,
Isshin had made sure to clue his son in on the finer points of gay
and straight sex. He wanted Stark to hit it again.

“More,”
Ichigo groaned out, nearly helpless, the words having melted almost
all of his brain. “And take your fucking reiatsu off me,”
he added, feeling his arms strain uncomfortably as if to remind him.
Stark smiled, and Ichigo suddenly felt whatever had been binding him
disappear, allowing his arms to dangle uselessly by his sides,
gathering the blood lost through the awkward position.

“Your
wish is my command,” Stark said, amused, and added another
finger, scissoring all three and pushing in hard. Ichigo moaned and
wrapped his arms around Stark's neck, pulling the man even closer as
his prostate was stimulated mercilessly. He began practically fucking
himself on Stark's fingers.

“Yes, Ichigo,” Stark
whispered into his ear, withdrawing his fingers with a squelch.
Ichigo sighed, hole gaping emptily. Suddenly, something blunt pressed
against it, threatening to penetrate.

“Just relax,”
Stark assured, and then he was pushing in smoothly, calmly, breaching
Ichigo's virginity. Ichigo tensed up at the unexpected, blinding pain
that assaulted his stomach. He must have made some sort of sound,
because Stark kissed his lips soothingly. “It'll go
away.”

Ichigo had dealt with pain. A lot of pain. But
never somewhere so strange, so personal, to such an extent. He
clenched his eyes shut, jaw tight as Stark settled inside him,
pinning him against the door, in one of the least comfortable
positions he could ever think of.

And he wouldn't have wanted
it any other way.

“You bastard, that kills!” he
snarled, clawing at Stark's back. Stark laughed softly, not phased by
Ichigo's attempts to mangle his skin.

“Well of course,
what did you expect? I'm fucking you up the arse.” Ichigo
blushed, tempted to punch the Espada's lights out. However, Stark
took that moment to shift inside him, hoisting Ichigo up higher. His
cock brushed up against his prostate, and Ichigo groaned, suddenly
not so bothered by the pain.

“There, there,” Stark
cooed. Ichigo shot him a glare. “Stark will make it all
better.” Ichigo, in response, clenched down around Stark
painfully. Stark hissed, and thrust up into Ichigo's body again,
slamming him back into the door, which rattled loudly.

“Ah,
fuck,” Ichigo gasped out, fingers digging into Stark's flesh as
the Espada began thrusting into him. The pain was still there, how
could it not be when Stark was handling him so roughly, but Ichigo...
liked it.

The door rattled even more as Ichigo was slammed
into it against and again by the intensity of Stark's brutal fucking.
Stark had given up teasing him, merely concentrating on pounding into
his willing body, producing as many delicious cries as possible from
Ichigo, who was moving in time to Stark, up and down on the shaft
impaling him.

“Stark! Ah, shit,” Ichigo moaned.
Stark groaned and thrust up sharply, using a hand on Ichigo's
shoulder to pull the boy back down on him. Stars burst in Ichigo's
eyes at the feeling, especially when Stark leaned in even closer,
allowing Ichigo's dick to rub up against his hard stomach, smearing
precum.

“Say my name. Fucking scream it,” Stark
hissed, feeling like he was on the verge.

“Stark!”
Ichigo complied loudly, begging. He was close, so close, but just not
there. He needed something, anything, to send him over the edge.
“Please, more!” Ichigo begged as Stark pounded his abused
prostate over and over, somehow managing to always hit it dead on.
Stark grinned against his sweaty neck, mouth opening.

A
strangled scream got caught in Ichigo's throat as Stark bit down on
his neck harshly, teeth sinking in to the soft flesh, blood rising to
the surface easily. At the same time, Stark grabbed Ichigo's cock,
pumping it up and down in time to his fast thrusts.

Ichigo's
head fell back against the door with a loud 'thump' as his eyes
fluttered somewhere between open and closed, arse clenching around
Stark as he finally exploded, heat roaring through his body and
bursting out his erection, coating Stark's hand and some of his
stomach in cum.

Stark groaned, lapping up blood eagerly as he
shot inside Ichigo, the Shinigami's erotic moaning, and his ass
clenching around him setting him off. Ichigo twitched as semen
splashed against his prostate, making just a tiny bit more cum leak
out of his spent dick.

Stark fell against Ichigo, panting
heavily, breath wheezing against his damp shoulder. Ichigo's chest
heaved up and down from the explosive orgasm, lethargy washing
through his entire body. His legs were aching dully from being held
up for so long, his arse throbbed, and the bite on his neck was
screaming at him painfully.

Stark eventually pulled away
slowly, lowering Ichigo's legs to the ground, and holding him up with
arms around his waist when Ichigo nearly fell over, legs exploding
into tingles of pins and needles.

“Ow, you fucking
bastard!” Ichigo snarled. Stark's arms tightened, and he
pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

“What did I
do?” he asked mock-indignantly. Ichigo glowered up at him,
furious scowl back on his face, replacing th sexy scowl of before.
Stark grinned and kissed just between his eyebrows, where they drew
together.

“Stop it!” Ichigo snapped grumpily,
pulling away from Stark and nearly falling over again. Stark reached
out for him, but Ichigo regained his bearings, limping over to where
his trousers were, the only article of his clothing that had remained
in one piece.

Stark leaned back against the wall tiredly,
surveying his work with more than a bit of satisfaction. Cum slipped
down Ichigo's leg, mixing with just a hint of blood, turning it pink.
Ichigo's hair was messier than usual, bite wounds littered his
shoulders, dominated by the large, angry purple mark on Ichigo's neck
that was still oozing a tiny bit of blood. Ichigo glared at it in the
mirror. Now he had two wounds exactly alike on either side of his
neck, from Stark.

Ichigo's eyes wandered to Stark in the
mirror, narrowing when they saw Stark smirking lazily back at him.
Ichigo looked down and yanked on his trousers, covering some of
himself from Stark's roaming eyes. Stark pouted, mourning the lost of
Ichigo's sexily bared flesh. At least he could still stare at his
chest.

Ichigo grabbed Stark's clothes form the floor and threw
them at him. “Get dressed,” he snapped. Stark sighed and
hung his clothes from his arms, choosing to embrace Ichigo instead of
getting dressed.

Ichigo struggled, but didn't manage to break
free before tiredness washed through him again. “I'd prefer it
if we took this to the bedroom, instead,” Stark murmured, voice
a dark purr that made Ichigo blush and his dick stir again with
interest. He wasn't even aware he had the energy for another
round.

“Hell no!” Ichigo hissed, but it was
half-hearted. Stark saw in his eyes that he wanted more sex just as
much as the Espada did.

With that in mind, Stark scooped
Ichigo up in his arms and strode over to the door, unlocking it and
yanking it open, taking a step back when he nearly collided with
someone.

He looked down at the glaring Kuchiki Byakuya, a
very satisfied smile on his face, chest rumbling with suppressed
laughter. Byakuya was paler than usual and looking perturbed and
furious.

“Byakuya!” Ichigo squeaked, trying to
wiggle away from Stark, as if it would make the situation all better.
“This isn't what it looks like!”

Stark rolled his
eyes and tugged Ichigo closer to him, slamming his mouth onto the
Shinigami's to silence him. His tongue easily entered Ichigo's slack
mouth, and he parted his lips from Ichigo's just to show how his
tongue interacted with Ichigo's slick muscle. Byakuya watched the
lewd show with a clenched jaw.

Ichigo yanked his face from
Stark's, flushing with mortification.

“I shall be
informing Yamamoto. You won't last the night,” Byakuya finally
informed Stark. Stark arched an eyebrow.

“Oh?” he
queried, “but I'm on your side.” Byakuya looked surprised
at that, and even Ichigo swiveled wide eyes to his face. “Can't
attack your own men, after all.”

Stark strode past a
stunned Byakuya, opened the door to Ichigo's room, and stepped
inside, shutting the door with his foot.

Ichigo's moans were
heard only scant minutes afterwards.

XxXxXxX

“Aizen-sama
requests your presence,” Lilinette informed him. Stark raised
his eyebrows from where he was dozing on Ichigo's bed, the boy having
left for school hours ago.

“Oh?” he inquired.
Lilinette looked at Stark for a moment, before narrowing her one
showing eye.

“Well?!” she snarled, ready to
attack him for his prolonged silence. Stark laughed softly, turning
his face towards the open window, replaying memories of his sweet
Ichigo in his head over and over again, as he'd been doing ever since
Ichigo left.

“Tell Aizen... he needs to get himself a
new top Espada.”

XxXxXxX

...
Nearly six pages of pure smut. Wow, I feel sort of proud of that.
Gradually increasing my sex output, one paragraph at a time.

I'm
not certain what number Stark is (have they said in the manga? I
can't remember if they have), so that last sentence can be taken
however you like, whether he means 'top three' Espada or that he's
the first Espada (although I think that might be Baraggan).

Anyway,
hope you liked this! Tell me if there's anything I could improve on,
or if I got any of the terminology or names wrong. I have such a bad
memory, but I searched on google! Gotta love google.

I won't
be continuing this, although I may occasionally churn a oneshot out.
I've already got a WIP and a busy life, so keeping this up might kill
me... if anyone wants to take some of the storyline for inspiration,
go ahead! Just tell me in a review or something, and if it's an idea
taken directly from the story, please credit me ;) I'd love to read
it, such an unappreciated pairing :P

Thanks for reading!
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