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Sex Ed. 101. Chapter 3

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The Fourth�s nostrils flared and Grimmjow unconsciously
mirrored the action. A sudden heat ran through his body; a surge of viscous
anger. The feeling was so sudden and sharp that Grimmjow almost launched
himself at the man standing above him, but instead, he stood slowly. His blue
eyes glared down at his smaller opponent, his much larger body towering over
Ulquiorra�s 5�6 frame. The Fourth's expression remained patronizingly blank,
and Grimmjow couldn't stand it. How dare that little bitch look at him like
that! The little punk thought he was better than him, thought that he was
stronger than he was; this was his territory, and he was King here.

�Yer
on my land now, ass-licker.�
Grimmjow growled though his teeth. �So I�ll take whatever I wan�, whenever I
wan�.�

Ulquiorra could feel the hairs on the back of his
neck standing on end; this sensation that he had recently remembered as �anger�
now pulsing through his body. It was a pointless emotion; it impaired ones
ability to make critical judgments and held no benefit that he could see- but
here he was, allowing this emotion control over his body.

Steeling himself, the Fourth attempted to regain his composure.
He wasn�t going to let something so trivial unnerve him, and engaging the Sixth
within the castle walls would surely cause unnecessary structural damage.

Setting his jaw, Ulquiorra watched as the Sixth�s expression
changed from amusement to malice in seconds- his green eyes narrowing when the
blue-haired Espada stood to close the distance between them. His scent crashed
over Ulquiorra like a tidal wave; since when did the Sexta smell so strongly?
This alone bought back some of the heat to his veins; it was like his essence
was trying to cover his own, he could almost feel it sticking to him.

�Yer on my land now,
ass-licker.� Grimmjow growled down
at him in his cropper language and gravel voice.

�So I�ll take whatever I wan�, whenever I wan�.�

If he�d said anything else- anything, Ulquiorra could have
walked away. But here he was, this trash, claiming his rule over part of Aizen-sama�s land.

Grimmjow was caught off guard by the Fourth's sudden reaction
and as a result, took the full force of Ulquiorra�s kick. He flew backward and
crashed into the concrete wall behind him, the Fourth was quick to swing again,
his right foot slamming into Grimmjow's side. His full stomach baulked
violently and threatened to revolt. He coughed and panted to regain his breath
before fixing a fierce glare at his small opponent.

�All within Hueco Mundo belongs to Aizen-sama��
Ulquiorra began, stepping over the destroyed tea table toward the Sixth; the
sound of shattered wood crunching against the marble floor filled the otherwise
silent room. �Even you, Sexta.�

The Fourth Espada stopped to stand around two meters in front of
him; hands in his pockets and shoulders lax, he appeared detached though the
shrilling pikes of reiatsu suggested otherwise. The reiatsu settled to a slight
rumble, like a low growl that Ulquiorra was desperately trying to restrain. His
eyes narrowed when a wild grin stretched across the Sixth�s face.

Grimmjow pushed away from the wall and wiped some blood from the
corner of his mouth. Blue eyes stared down at the smear of blood across battle
hardened fingers before refocusing to lock with the intense emerald gaze in
front of him.

�The way I see it Ulquiorra,� Grimmjow smirked and took
up an offensive stance. �The only thing Aizen really owns is yer ass.�

Grimmjow leapt forward onto the arm of the sofa just left of
where Ulquiorra was standing, whipping his right leg out at the Fourth�s face.
Ulquiorra leant back just in time to feel the wind slice past his face. He
ducked to miss a second kick and swung his arm out toward the leg that Grimmjow
was balancing on. The Sixth bounced into the air, bringing both knees up to his
chest and flying over the Fourth�s head. Ulquiorra sonido-ed
to the right, the Sixth�s momentary suspension allowing him the time to
position himself and before Grimmjow�s feet had touched the ground he was
crashing through the wood and marble of the kitchen counter.

Grimmjow briefly heard the soft whimper of the arrancar
chief who had apparently been hiding behind the counter. He shook himself and
refocused just in time to sonido out of the way of Ulquiorra�s foot. In a
heartbeat he was behind the dark haired Espada; with a feral grin across his
face, he held a glowing palm to the back of the Fourth�s head.

�Heh-�

Ulquiorra crouched quickly and disappeared in a bang of sonido,
back-flipping over the teal-haired Espada. The Sixth followed the movement and
spun, shooting out a blind kick behind himself.

As Ulquiorra landed he caught Grimmjow�s right leg and threw him
across the room; the concrete wall he connected with shattering behind his
back, leaving a pile of rubble around his hunched form. Grimmjow cussed as he
crashed into the west wall around 20 meters away, tasting his own blood mixed
with the plume of concrete dust his impact had created. The air in front of him
shimmered and the Fourth was standing in front of him, hands in his pockets
once more, that same superior expression that Grimmjow loathed so much once
again restored.

Grimmjow growled and scrambled to stand, only to be dragged to
his feet by his right forearm. He grunted when the Fourth spun him around by
his arm, twisting it up behind his back and slamming him face-first into the
wall.

Grimmjow panted and struggled against the wall. �Get the fuck
off me ya little faggot!�

The Fourth pushed his reiatsu down on the Sixth, smothering him,
and twisted his arm back a little further, dragging a short but painful cry
from the other Espada.

Ulquiorra�s eyes had darkened, his body trembling with a
sensation that he was sure he had never experienced in any of his previous
existences. It was burning hot; he could feel himself begin to perspire,
violent jolts of adrenaline rushing through his body and screaming at him to
kill Grimmjow. His cheeks were flush and his pupils dilated. The knuckles on
the hand holding Grimmjow�s arm stood out -bone white- against his unusually
flushed skin.

Grimmjow paused in his struggles momentarily when a distinct
cracking sound signaled that his shoulder had finally began to unlatch from it�s socket. He was about to continue when he heard
something directly behind his ear, and it took him a moment to register the
sound. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the Fourth retreating, confirming his
initial assumption- The Fourth had just smelt him.

�Wha-� Teal eyes widen when he saw
Ulquiorra bringing his right pointer finger up to align with his left shoulder
blade.

Ulquiorra�s whole arm trembled as he slowly lifted it to point
at the Sixth�s heart. He felt an odd calming as the adrenaline that had been
raging through his body raced to his right arm and began fuelling the green
light at the tip of his finger.

Grimmjow thrashed violently, he couldn�t believe what was
happening. He could feel the heat and power gather at his back. Vivid blue eyes
widened and his breath stalled- waiting for what he knew was coming.

�Trash.� Ulquiorra relished in
the sudden freedom of the tormenting sensation; it was as if his tension would
be released along with his building cero. He needed to be rid of it. It was the
Sixth�s fault that he was in this state. How dare he claim sovereigns over
anything that belonged to Lord Aizen.

A rush of air blew Ulquiorra�s ebony hair and his brow pulled
into a small frown. Latched firmly on his right forearm was a single, white
gloved hand.

�I�m surprised,� A drawling voice came from beside them. �This
is not like you, Ulquiorra.�

Grimmjow�s head craned over his shoulder to see the First Espada
gripping the Fourth�s arm.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Seein' as all of your conscious
memories from when ya were alive are centuries old,
none of ya would know wha'
this is." Gin slid a hand inside his sleeve and pulled out a small and
perfectly square package.

Ichimaru grinned wildly at the confusion spreading throughout
the room. Most of the Espada were frowning heavily or squinting to try and
discern what the small package was.

After a moment�s silence Nnoitra finally voiced the question on
everyone�s lips, �So, what is it?�

�This my dear deviants, is yer salvation.� Gin waved the small package toward them in
a condescending motion.

�Szayel?�
Szayel clicked his fingers at the entrance door and barked out an impatient
order to his awaiting subordinates.

The room was filled with the sound of rattling metal as two of
Szayel�s fracci�n pushed in various carts carrying what looked like gift
baskets. Starrk frowned when a wood woven basket lined with baby-blue
cellophane and filled with a number of colourful
objects was placed on the desk in front of him. Looking around the room, he
concluded that the baskets were colour-coded, (blue for men and pink for women)
and in addition, were they were all individually labelled-
his own sporting a blue tag with the word �Primera� written on it.

�Seein� as we can�t chemically stop ya from gettin� that nastiness,
we�re providing ya with a physical barrier that�ll at
least protect those who haven�t got it yet.� Gin explained flippantly, bringing
the classes attention back to himself and away from the kaleidoscope of colours and foreign objects now in front of each
individual.

�This,� He held up the blue package in his hand, �Is a condom.�
Gin grinned at the still confused class before casting his gaze toward the
ceiling and tapping his chin.

�Course� it has other names: Rubber, Franger,
Jimmy, Willy Hat, Bullet-Proof Vest, Love Glove, Condomus
Maximus-�

�Ichimaru.� Gin looked over to the former Ninth Captain in
feigned bafflement.

�

�What? Did I miss an important one?�

�Just, get on with the lesson.� Kaname growled through his
teeth, trying desperately to control the heat rising to his cheeks.

Gin grinned and walked up to Harribel�s desk, plucking a
small red box from her gift basket. The box was rectangular and had the word
�love� written in bold white text across the front; the text was surrounded
with orange flames and a smiling, heart-shaped devil. The class watched
intently while Gin tore open the box and pulled out an almost identical package
to the one he had produced from his sleeve, the only difference being that this
one was red. Holding up the two condoms in one hand he continued with his
explanation �These things are the most common form of protection from both STDs
and pregnancy in Soul Society and the world of the livin�.�

The Seventh Espada furrowed his brow and raised his hand
to grab the silver-haired Shinigami�s attention. �So these small parcels are a
sealed kido of sorts?�

Ulquiorra closed his eyes and let a slow breath out through his
nose; he�d felt an odd sense of calm when he walked through the classroom door
and wondered if maybe some form of kido had been placed over the room to alter
their dispositions. His theory had made sense with the explanation of hormonal
changes; it would be logical to sedate them with so many powerful individuals
in such a small space. However, if all that were true, it had long since stopped
affecting him. He could feel his nerves fraying with each moronic comment or
question asked.

�Of course they are not kido. How would they be used by humans
if it were kido?� Ulquiorra pointed out, his voice as dull and lifeless as
ever.

Gin shook his head, �Narh, it�s not
that complicated...� The silver-haired Shinigami looked down to see the Fifth
Espada staring at a purple and black coloured condom- apparently having shown
initiative and opened one of his boxes.

Nnoitra rolled the small package between his fingers; he could
feel something slimy but firm inside and brought the packet up to his nose to
smell it. It didn�t smell like anything.

Gin grinned down at the entranced Fifth, �It�s like I said, jus�
a simple physical barrier.�

At the same time, Nnoitra tore open his condom packet and
tentatively pulled out the clear latex condom. His lip curled as he played with
the lubricated rubber, it felt nasty, but then another more mischievous part of
his brain �or loins- had him imagining the same texture on other parts of his
body.

�Kinda feels like pussy.� Nnoitra said
more to himself than anyone else.

�Tha�s the idea.� Gin grinned down at
him.

Aaroniero was playing with his own recently opened condom. �Err,
it stinks.� He quickly withdrew the latex from under his nose. �So what do ya do with it?� He asked without stopping his examination.

To his left, Grimmjow was tilting his head at the unrolled
condom in front of him, for once being the first to discerned the use of the
device through it's appearance alone. �Ya put it over ya dick...�

Grimmjow�s couldn�t dodge the affectionate pat on the head he
received from his Shinigami sensei. �Clever boy.�

Gin ignored the growl he received from the blue-haired Espada
and instead held up the condom in his hand, making quick work of unrolling it
as a demonstration for the class.

�Simple enough, ne?�

Toward the back of the class the Second Espada grumbled under
his breath before speaking up, �I find it hard to believe this flimsy thing is
going to stop the spread of disease.�

At the front of the room Szayel cleared his throat, �I had a
similar initial reaction, but I assure you that when used correctly I am yet to
have a subject contract Bacillus
hueco from
a carrier.�

�Which brings us to the next part of the lesson.�
Gin chirped, �So is ther� any questions before we
move on? Any at all? No need t'be
embarrassed.�

�Yeah, I got a question.� Yammy�s loud
voice drew all eyes to the far side of the room, where he sat beside a small
window. �What does this writing mean?� His beady brown eyes were narrowed,
focusing on the condom packet in his huge fingers. �It says: Durex,
Close fit. What does that mean?�

Gin smirked mischievously, Okay, maybe there are some
questions ta be embarrassed about�

�Mah well, Durex is jus� the company that
makes �em�� His smirk transformed into a
face-splitting grin, �an Close fit is your size. Szayel made
sure everyone would have the right fit.�

Yammy�s face visibly paled before
turning beetroot red when Nnoitra threw his head back and began laughing. The
Sixth grinned and flicked his tongue over a sharp canine as he read the label
of his own boxes- marked XL. He had to admit, he was curious as to what size
was written on the boxes of the petite, dark-haired Espada sitting in front of
him. The previous days fight was still fresh in his mind, though, seeing him in
class today he felt oddly calm about what had happened. If anything he felt a
little giddy about being able to rile the normally impenetrable detached
persona of the Fourth. He smirked at Ulquiorra�s straight posture. Little fucker. If he thought they were done he had another
thing coming. The thought had Grimmjow shifting in his seat, all this talk of
sex was starting to stir in his core. �Tch.�
Grimmjow scowled at his thoughts and tuned back to the conversation.

The currently red-faced Tenth Espada growled loudly and yelled
at the hysterical Fifth. �Shut yer trap Jiruga or
I�ll tear yer puny-ass limb-from-limb!� Yammy�s seething only seemed to animate the dark-haired
Espada further, making him curl over on himself and wrap an arm around his
stomach.

Yammy clenched his fists and slammed them against his desk, �As
if you can talk ya lanky freak. Yours are probably
sized, tiny.� He finished lamely.

�Ha!� Nnoitra wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and
grabbed a whole box of berry flavoured condoms and
catapulted them across the room at the Tenth.

Yammy caught the flying box just before it hit him in the face
and glared at the half-crumpled cardboard, �Oh this is bull-shit!� He bellowed,
before throwing the clearly labelled �XXL� box out
the window beside him.

Gin was practically bouncing- this was great. He smiled down at
the Third Espada and cupping a hand to the side of his mouth to whisper down to
the blonde. �Harribel, my dear, you got a mixed pack. You know, to cater fer the different sizes ya come
across��

Green eyes glared at the silver-haired Shinigami.
He was suggesting that she would have numerous partners! Her mouth opened to
say something but was cut-off by another voice.

�Yeah, I
got another question, Ichimaru.� Aaroniero called out over the top of Nnoitra
and Yammy�s escalating bickering. �Why do I have a
plastic banana in my basket?�

The
silver-haired Shinigami looked up to see both Aaroniero and Grimmjow examining
the plastic �fruit� that had been included in each of the baskets. Gin pouted
his lips at the two male Espada holding the yellow demonstration models,
attempting to hold in his laughter. Though the models were not completely
necessary, he had insisted Szayel make them for the class.

Grimmjow
was leaning forward on his desk, his weight on his elbows and head tilted as he
turned the banana over in his hands. Aaroniero looked closely and noticed the
junction of an opening toward the end of his and fumbled with trying to pry the
plastic open. When his projected fingers failed, he quickly bought the fruit to
his mouth, biting down on one end and pulling with both hands on the other.

With a
quick clicking sound the �banana� popped open to leave the Ninth Espada with a
plastic, model penis hanging from his mouth.

�Arh!� He screamed
-in a rather unmanly voice- throwing both pieces away from him, one of which
hit Zammari in the back of his head. �What the fuck, Ichimaru?! Why- what?! It�s a banana cock!�

To his
right, Grimmjow silently dropped his fruit back into his basket with wide eyes;
not sure if he wanted to laugh at having seen Aaroniero with a model cock in
his mouth, or keep his disturbed expression and wipe his hands on his hakama. He
settled for a combination of the two, wiping his hands on his thighs and
chuckling before falling into the chorus of laughter around the room.

�Okay. Okay.� Kaname�s
voice rose over the chaos. �Moving on.�

Aaroniero leant forward on his desk, eyes wide and
mouth agape, �Moving on, moving on?! Ya mean without
an explanation for the plastic banana cocks?!�

Gin reached over to the forgotten cart still
standing at the front of the room. �Okay kids.� He called, regaining his
audience's attention before slipping the sheet off the two male manikins set on
top of the cart. The naked models started mid-neck and ran to the top portion
of the thighs, their most prominent feature -by far- the large erect penis each
model displayed.

One of Szayel�s servants -a green-haired young
man- stepped forward and picked up one of the torsos; he carried it to the
other side of the room before placing it on one of the empty carts so that each
side had a clear view of at least one of the naked models.

The room fell silent...that is, until Aaroniero
sat up and dropped his hands to his desk, ��I don�t see how this explains anything.�

Szayel moved fluidly to pick up the Ninth�s
discarded model penis and placed it back on his desk. �These are your personal
practice models.� Szayel announced, pushing his mask further up the bridge of
his nose, �Ichimaru-sama explained that these models
are used to educate young people in both the living world and the Soul
Society.�

�Wow, no wonder there is so much confusion amongst
young people��

Gin�s head whipped around to look at his fellow
Shinigami, �Did ya say somethin�
Kaname?�

�No.� He answered flatly.

Gin grinned, �Oh come on Kaname-san, ya know what they say �bout the only stupid questions bein� those which aren�t voiced.�

Kaname narrowed his unseeing gaze and mumbled
under his breath, �I think a more appropriate proverb for this class and it�s students would be: Better
to be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt��

�Now.� Gin chirped, holding up his pointer stick and
tapping it against his opposite hand. �If ya all will
take out yer banana penises; we can get started on
learning proper application.�

Most of the class shuffled about in their baskets
and began working them open. Grimmjow glared down at his model, �Do we really
need to do this? I mean, it don�t take a genius to work out how ta roll one of these down ya
cock.�

Gin�s silver eyebrows rose though his eyes
remained closed and his grin in tacked. �Mah
Grim-chan, not everyone can be as bright as you. An trust me when I say ya don�t wanna put �em on wrong- can be ouchie!�

�What�s a matter Sexta?� Nnoitra leered over at
the blue-haired Espada, �I thought ya liked a bit a
fruity cock.�

Grimmjow sneered and flipped him off, �Sorry,
Jiruga. I jus� can�t look at you like that.�

The green-haired arrancar from Szayel�s staff
moved to stand next to one of the male dummies at the front of the class, while
Gin moved to stand next to the other. They both wordlessly held up an unopened
condom toward the class.

Szayel cleared his throat and took up a
place centre stage. �If you are all ready.� He
gestured to the men either side of him, �Ichimaru-sama
and my servant will demonstrate the correct method of application. As I
explain, please follow along with your own models.�

Gin grinned down at the First and Third Espadas who were seated directly in front of the naked
manikin he was standing by. He cast his blue gaze to the huge model erection
and back to them; raising both eyebrows he ran the back of his fingers along
the length, it had to be at least 14 inches long, �I can feel my insecurity
complex growin� by the minute.�

Starrk smirked up at him and glanced at Harribel
who was looking a little flushed and highly unamused.
He ran a hand roughly through his shaggy brown hair and yawned; this
class was getting taxing and being forced to think about sex for this long of
period was making him horny. He wasn�t surprised to hear something was
happening with the hormones of the castle residence- in fact he was relieved.
He�d noticed his increased sex drive and that of the Arrancar around him- he
certainly wasn�t enjoying hearing Lilynette talk about how horny she was
lately. Even if she was a part of him, she was like a daughter, or a younger
sister; so hearing her talk that way was wrong on so many levels.

It wasn�t just the sex though, more than that he
had noticed his restlessness. He�d found comfort in wandering the castle,
checking on the reiatsu�s of his comrades. Lilynette
was calling them patrols, but it wasn�t that he wanted to keep order or control
them in any way, he was just feeling a little�
protective? It was tiring and he often found himself wishing they would all
come and stay in his room so he could sleep in peace. Starrk frowned to himself.
He doubted that was a possibility, so for now, the only way he could rest easy
was if he regularly checked that all of his comrades were safe and inside the
castle where he could get to them quickly if the need arose. They were his pack
after all, and he was the Primera Espada.

He had been dozing in his quarters the day before
when he felt the explosions of power coming from within the castle. It was
Grimmjow, he knew that reiatsu well. The blue-haired Espada and he were
probably the closest and the recent changes had only strengthened his
attachment to the rogue young Espada.

As he sonido-ed through the castle he recognised the other reiatsu as
the Fourth. His paced quickened. When he reached the turmoil of the West common
room his heart thundered in his chest at the scene. Ulquiorra had Grimmjow
pinned against a wall and was moments away from shooting a cero through his
heart. Before he could think Starrk was gripping the Fourth�s arm with greater
force than necessary.

Ulquiorra had seemed shocked, as if someone had
slapped him awake out of a nightmare. He had blinked a few times before
stepping back to stare at Starrk, his green eyes turning from black wild-fire
to lifeless emerald green. He closed his eyes and let out a slow shaky breath
before shoving his hands in his pockets and turning on his heal to head for the
door.

Starrk remembered how Grimmjow had screamed at him
to come back and fight, �Hey! Fuckin get back here ya bastard!� Starrk
stepped in front of him and Grimmjow tried to shove past but Starrk wouldn�t
move.

�Get outta my way, Starrk!�

�No. You�re hurt.�
Grimmjow paused and frowned, for the first time looking up into the grey eyes
of the Primera.

�I�m fine.� He growled and held the intense stare
until it was disrupted by the sound of the forgotten female chef making a quick
exit from the room.

�Tch.� Grimmjow went
to step around the dark-haired man but winced when his shoulder shot hot pain
through his body. �Shit.�

He looked up to see Starrk studying his injury
with an unreadable expression. �Do you want me to put it back in?� He lifted
his hand toward Grimmjow�s shoulder.

Grimmjow frowned, he didn�t need anyone�s help and
he certainly hadn�t needed to be �saved�. The blue-haired Espada knocked
Starrk�s hand away and pushed past him, �I can put me own fuckin�
shoulder back in.� He growled, heading toward the exit that led to his wing.

***

Starrk was bought back to the present when Gin
tapped him on the forehead with an unopened condom. He blinked sleepily up at
the grinning Shinigami and looked back to Szayel who had apparently begun.

�The male condom acts as a barrier between the
penis and the vagina, the penis and the mouth or the penis and the anus. It
covers the whole of the penis and stops sexual fluids being exchanged. You
should always put on a new condom each time you have sexual contact.�

The pink-haired Espada gestured toward Gin and his
servant; Gin waved his condom at the class and gestured toward the model penis
next to him like a model selling something on an infomercial.

Szayel continued while Gin and his green-haired
servant demonstrated what was being said. �Carefully remove the condom from the
foil wrapper and hold the tip, ensuring the part to be rolled down is on the
outside. Squeeze the tip to expel any air while placing over the tip of the
erect penis and then roll the condom down the full length of the shaft. You do
not want an air bubble, if there is one you have not applied it correctly and
it will cause discomfort. If the condom comes off during intercourse, you must
replace it with a new condom; do not try to put a used one back on.�

Gin waved a chastising finger at the class, and grabbed another condom
as Szayel continued. �The same goes for if the condom splits during
intercourse- though highly unlikely- you need to replace it immediately. Once
the male has ejaculated, remove the condom before the penis becomes flaccid by
slowly rolling and sliding it back off. Be careful not to spill any of the
semen and ensure the penis and used condom do not touch your partner
afterward.�

Around the room was an amusing mix of fumbling fingers
and slippery banana dicks. Nnoitra had his nose screwed up while he tried to
work an air bubble down the length of his banana�s shaft- damn it- he hadn�t
held the tip right. �Stupid, banana-cock. Do what yer told- shit,� his long and now lubricated fingers making
him drop the whole project. The half sheathed banana bounced to the ground and
Gin was quick to scoop it up. �Here ya go Nnoi-chan. Don�t worry, most teens
hav� trouble in the beginnin�.�
He teased and waved the model in his face.

Nnoitra tried to snatch it back but growled when
the silver-haired Shinigami withdrew it just out of his reach. �Oi! Give it ere.� He snarled,
trying again to grab his model penis. �Bastard. Just fuckin� give it to me, Ichimaru!�
Nnoitra was quickly loosing patience.

Gin smirked and held it just within the Fifth�s
reach again, �Oh I�m sorry Nnoi, did ya want the cock?�

�Yes, fuckin give it ta me-� The Fifth choked on his own words and snatched the
model back. Beside him Grimmjow laughed and shook his head; it had taken him a
couple tries, but his own banana was now sitting on his desk successfully
sheathed.

Nnoitra growled and pulled hard on the end of the
condom; it pulled off with a �snap� and he quickly threw it at the Sixth.

XXXXXXXXXXX

For the next half hour Gin tortured the Arrancar until he was satisfied
they could all use condoms correctly; something that could have been finished
in around 15 minutes, but Gin was enjoying himself so why rush?

�A great success wouldn�t you say, Ichimaru-san?�
Szayel turned back toward the silver-haired Shinigami after ushering the last
of his staff from the room.

Gin was perched on one of the desks, swinging his
legs back and fourth in a childish manner. � Great
success.� He agreed, grinning at the pink-haired Espada.

Szayel�s smile turned into a frown as he walked
toward Gin�s seated position, �I don�t understand why you told them about the
species isolation.�

Gin tilted his head up at the effeminate man
standing before him. �What d'ya mean? Nnoi-chan asked if us Shinigami
could get it.� His fine silver eyebrows rose in question, �Why wouldn�t I tell
�em we can�t get it?�

Szayel�s frown deepened; he didn�t want the others
to know that the Shinigami couldn�t contract or pass on the STD. The other
Espada were simpletons, but perhaps not stupid enough to not work out that the
Arrancar species isolation meant the only people they could sleep with in
guaranteed safety were the three Shinigami. �I suppose it doesn�t matter��

Gin smirked; for all the Eighth Espada�s
intelligence, he was as easy to read as an open diary. He stood and hooked a
finger under Szayel�s elbow, pulling him forward as he stepped in to close the
space between them...Easy to read and easy to manipulate.

Szayel swallowed and let a sly grin pull across
his face when Gin leant into the crook of his neck to breathe warm air across
the sensitive skin. The pink-haired Espada fought a shiver when hot breath
washed over his ear, �Ya know what I jus realized,
Szayel?� he whispered hotly.

Szayel closed his eyes and licked his lips,
�What�s that Ichimaru-sama?�

Gin grinned at the change in honorifics, and let
his tongue run slowly along the shell of the Eighth�s ear, �You didn�t get ta practice anythin� in class taday��

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A/N

Phew! That was a long
one. So who spotted the Borat quote??? Hahaha that was for SCT and my sister who said I could
never work a quote in. HAHAHA (God I�m funny)

Sorry it took so
long, it was suppose to be up Monday :o but work got
in the way, cursed reality. I�ve decided to put update notices on my profile so
you can know when to expect them. I�m expecting Chapter 4: Puppeteer, (which has the lemony essence that makes for favorite
chapters) to be up Tuesday next week, but I�ll put a more definite date up
later tonight :)

Thanks for reading!
REVIEW people, it inspires me and I wanna know what
you�re thinking.

~ Kazes
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