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Yay! It�s FINALLY here! Sorry
kids, Kazes has been real busy and I just had the
second half of a root canal done today :(

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*Many thanks to the gorgeous SmartCasualTrousers, who stayed
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Sex Ed, 101.

Chapter 4: Puppeteer.

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Szayel grinned down at the two female arrancar leaving
his IT section. It had been almost a week since the Sex Ed class and though he
was taking hormonal suppressants, (something the other arrancar were not privy
to) he was still a little more aroused than usual. A jolt of heat ran through
his body when his thoughts bought back memories of the past few weeks he had
spent with a certain silver-haired man. Shinigami or not, Szayel had to concede
the ex-Taichou had some serious skills in the bedroom.

�Szayel smirked at
his own thoughts and the lingering sensation they created. The Eighth loved his
work; he loved pushing the limits of physics and using his brilliant mind to
warp the theoretical into reality. Recently, however, the Eighth�s scientific
brain had become corrupted with wanton desires, and the majority of his
experiments now twisted into unbelievably sadistic, sexual explorations� and he
just so happened to be running low on female subjects.

Hazel eyes leered at the two voluptuous women
approaching him. Women had never interested him sexually, they were far too-
soft, but that fact had never impacted on their ability to serve as test
subjects. One of the women had blonde curly, shoulder-length hair with shiny grey
eyes, pale skin and dimples. Her mask looked like two snakes intertwining and
weaving across her brow and down her right cheek. The second had even paler
skin, with purple eyes and black hair; her mask was much simpler and had the
appearance of a purple and white sea-shell pinned in her hair above her left
ear.

The pink-haired Espada smirked as he got closer to
the two young females, both women starting to blush and giggle under his
intense gaze.

�Good afternoon, ladies.� The Eighth Espada
flirted.

�Good afternoon, Szayel-sama.�
The two girls chorused.

�And to what do I owe the pleasure of your grace?�

The two women shared a cheeky glance at one
another before the grey-eyed girl answered him, �My sister and I were just
visiting Ichimaru-sama.� The blonde giggled and
twirled a golden lock around her finger.

�Arh, so Ichimaru-san is
here, is he?�

�Hai, my Lord.� The
dark-haired girl tilted her head and bit her lip before taking a small step
toward him, looking up through her lashes, �Is there anything we can do for
you, Szayel-sama?�

Szayel grinned down at the smiling women; neither
resembled the other accept for their ample bosoms and identical, brief
uniforms. Both wore an outfit that resembled a white and black cheerleading
uniform: short pleated skirts and tight white crop-tops with a black outline.

The Eighth was unaffected by the woman�s attempts
at seduction. His curious nature was itching to find out what the former
Taichou was doing in the Information and Technology section of his wing.

�Not for now, my dears. Though, I�m sure I could
find a use for you another time.� Szayel�s voice dropped slightly and he
grinned manically. It wouldn�t be the first time young arrancar had been caught
in his web, assuming his seduction was sexually intended, only to walk into a
maze of torture and terror.

XXXXXX

Nnoitra was about ready to pull his hair out; he�d
accidentally killed his favourite bitch after she
pushed the teasing a little too far the previous night. Stupid fucking
Shinigami rules, stupid useless weak whores that couldn�t suck cock to save
their lives- literally.

�Arrh!�
The dark haired Espada screeched, frightening a nearby arrancar. Aizen had
promised him fierce battles, but the closest thing he'd had to a fight was with
the Sexta out in the training grounds. Las Noches was just as dull as the
never-ending dunes of Hueco Mundo. He stalked through the eternal white halls
hoping to find something to kill� or fuck. Alas, he was having no luck,
especially since Aizen had �asked� that he lower the arrancar death count
surrounding his quarters. �Tch� He scoffed to
himself; he should be allowed to kill all the weaklings he wanted to,
especially if they are stupid enough to come near him. This hormone shit was
driving him crazy; it wasn�t like he wanted to fuck everything in sight- not
like some of the other Espada- but sex with the Las Noches whores was getting
so boring.

The rubbers, (as he had taken to calling them)
weren�t that big of a deal but he was still on edge about catching that
disgusting STD. It had been a week since the class, so he still had another
week to wait and see if any symptoms arose before he was in the clear. He could
just go see Szayel and get tested, but stubbornness was keeping him away from
the Eighth Espada�s wing. He wasn�t scared, but he knew that if his results
came back positive the pink-haired freak was likely to want to start slicing
his dick up right then and there.

Nnoitra swallowed hard as he recalled the graphic
images they had been shown of both the STD and the adult circumcision. The
lanky Espada cringed at his thoughts. Okay, maybe he was a little nervous,
but what man wouldn�t be?!

Before he knew where he was, he sensed a familiar
reiatsu, �Urgh, stupid fish-whore.� The Fifth Espada
grumbled under his breath. For a moment, Nnoitra considered turning on his heel
and walking in the opposite direction, but...a wicked smile crept across his
face. Pissing this bitch off might be entertaining� at least for a while
anyway.

XXXXXX

On the roof-top of the most Eastern tower of Las
Noches, Harribel Tia lay, quietly drinking in the warmth of spurious sunlight
within the castle fortress. The temperate heat across her exposed torso had
lulled her into a state of relaxation that she rarely sanctioned. The past few
weeks had been somewhat dull, and though the blonde Espada enjoyed peace, she did
not enjoy boredom. She was relieved to hear about the seasonal changes
affecting everyone; it explained a lot about her recent emotions. It was true
that she had noticed an increase in sex drive but she didn�t feel any real pull
to any of the male Espada. It had left her feeling somewhat agitated and
short-tempered; thus the rationale for her seeking such solitude. She was
losing patience with her fracci�n, snapping at them unnecessarily and being
difficult about their chosen suitors.

Bright rays of sun reflected glare off the white bone on
the female Espada�s face and chest. After having unzipped her short jacket to
allow the sun's rays to caress her skin, Harribel�s eyes drifted closed. She
had never concerned herself with her fracci�n�s sex life in the past; they were
independent women, so long as they were using protection and keeping up with
their training it should not bother her. Perhaps Apache had been right when she
had -non to eloquently- told her she needed to sleep
with the First Espada. It was likely she wasn�t attracted to the other Espada
due to their reiatsu levels. The problem was she wasn�t particularly drawn to
the Primera either� Not that he wasn�t physically attractive
but his attitude was a total turn off.

The Third Espada sighed and closed her eyes. In
the past, the level of her partner�s reiatsu hadn�t mattered; but since the
beginning of the seasonal changes, an appealing physique was no longer enough.
Harribel bit her lip as an idea -one that she had been denying for some time now-
came flooding back to her. It was ridiculous and dangerous, but it certainly
sparked her body�s interest.

Surely, if he was interested... wouldn't he have
taken her by now?

Her thoughts had her unconsciously touching her
lower neck, running her fingers lightly across her mask, tickling along her jaw
and slowly back down to the portion that covered her nipples. The bone of
arrancar masks was strong and protective in battle, yet so sensitive to soft
touches.

XXXXXX

Nnoitra wasn�t sure what he had been expecting,
but he was a little surprised to find the Third Espada asleep on the large
rooftop; probably because he would never consider such an insecure location to
let his guard down. �Tch, stupid bitch�� He mumbled
to himself as he inched closer to her relaxed figure. It was laughable that
this broad was an Espada, let alone one of a higher rank than himself. He hated
her. The very thought of her being classed above him made bile rise in his
throat and angry heat rush though his body.

The Fifth Espada moved silently across the large
rooftop, sticking close to the waist-high wall that ran along the perimeter.
Harribel lay stretched out in the sunlight roughly halfway along the wall, only
a meter or so out of the shadow it cast.

Nnoitra paused briefly when he was close enough to
see that the blonde had opened the top portion of her uniform, exposing her
mask and the majority of her considerably sized breasts. �Whoa� I swear
those things are gettin� bigger.� A smirk
crossed his lips as he reached his destination.

The dark-haired Espada reached for his zanpakutou
but halted in his tracks when the blonde brought a hand up to her chest and
began caressing herself. Nnoitra swallowed hard when a jolt of electricity
raced through his veins and pooled in his groin.

Nnoitra frowned and shook his head. Crazy
hormones! He loathed her. Sudden memories of the slut�s condescending attitude
had him clenching his jaw in rage.

A flash of reflected sunlight fluttered across the
rooftop as the dark haired Espada lifted his giant scythe off his shoulder and
aligned it with the throat of his prey. Nnoitra�s smirk grew into the smile of
a madman as he lifted the blade up to strike. The sound of metal slicing air
was quickly vanquished by the deafening sound of metal crashing into solid
stone.

Dust rose around his feet from where the
points of his scythe had pierced the rooftop on either side of the blonde
Espada�s head. Nnoitra�s tongue flicked over his canine and he failed to hold
in a wicked laugh.

�What�s tha matter Thres,
ya look pissed off�� The dark-haired Espada grinned
down at the venom-filled green eyes below him. �Did I scare ya
or sumfin?�

Harribel rolled her eyes at the lanky, dark-haired
Espada whose blade still hung above her throat, her right hand the only barrier
between her neck and the blade.

�Oh please Jiruga, you�re about as stealthy as a
chainsaw.�

Nnoitra balked when his large blade was thrown
effortlessly into the air above his head; the spilt-second of silence was
broken only by the ringing of the chain connecting Nnoitra�s zanpakutou to his
waist.

Reflexively, Nnoitra grasped the extended black
chain and wrenched the massive weapon back to his hand, bracing himself for
battle when he saw the blonde Espada had vanished from under him.

Nnoitra�s livid eye darted across the dusty
expanse of empty space in front of him. She was gone.

�I haven�t the patience for you�re juvenile antics
today, Quinto.� An impassive female voice came from
directly behind him.

Instantly, the dark-haired Espada spun; his huge
weapon slicing the air before coming to an abrupt halt when it crashed into an
equally powerful defensive strike. Sparks flew when Nnoitra�s giant scythe
collided with the Third�s own zanpakutou. Harribel stood calmly holding her
hollow blade in front of her, easily catching the other�s strike in an
apparently comfortable stance.

Nnoitra�s blood boiled in his veins, his single
eye narrowing at the disparaging gaze of the Third Espada. He hated this woman.
No woman should out rank a man, never on the battlefield� never, him.

�You� You�re a disgrace to the title Espada�
His words burned a millennium of bitterness. �You have no right to stand on the
battlefield.�

Harribel�s mask covered the smirk that pulled at
her lips, but the humour was easily seen in her green
eyes. �Oh, and why is that?�

�Tch.� Sparks flashed
along the two blades as Nnoitra disentangles them, only to leap into the air
and bring the full weight of his reiatsu down with the next strike.

Faster then his eye could follow, his strike was
caught and pushed to the side. The next thing the Fifth Espada knew he was
flying backward, as Harribel�s foot smashed into his stomach sending him
sliding across the rooftop. Nnoitra�s momentum was abruptly halted when the
back of his head crashed into the roof�s concrete boundary with a sickening
crack.

Black spots flashed across his vision and his
chest heaved to recover the air that had been knocked from his lungs. Nnoitra
blinked and shook his head, trying to regain his sight.

Harribel had intended to leave. Her green gaze
narrowed at the slumped form before her, why hadn�t she left like she had
intended? The Fifth had always irritated her, but what was more frustrating was
that she could never understand why his adolescent behaviour
exasperated her so. From the moment she had been created, this man could anger
her with little to no effort. There were other Espada who were equally antagonising, so why was he the only one who�s
disrespectful or childish comments shot spikes of rage through her body? It
wasn�t a recent change, so she couldn�t even blame the seasons. Harribel
frowned, her thoughts being bought back to the present by the Fifth Espada as
he attempted to stand.

�Surely even someone as idiotic as you, can realize that regardless of my gender the difference
in our power means you could never defeat me�� Course rubble from earlier blows
crunched under the blonde Espada�s feet as she moved to stand over Nnoitra�s
hunched frame.

Looking over her mask, Harribel spoke down to
Nnoitra. �Do you enjoy being beaten?�

Nnoitra spat the blood from his mouth and sneered
up at the half-dressed Espada. From this angle, he could see a hint of nipple
hidden behind the hollow bone that extended down her chest. Tanned skin
smoothed over her firm stomach, curving beautifully with the roll of her waist
and hips.

Nnoitra hadn�t realized he was staring until his
focus returned to the fierce green glare of the woman above him. A devilish
grin stretched across the dark-haired Espada�s face, �Maybe I just enjoy the
view from down here�� It was meant to be a jab, but had come out deep and
husky.

Harribel grit her teeth and refused to acknowledge
the electricity that sparked through her fingertips and down her spine. �What
the hell?� The blonde�s glare morphed into a brief frown of
confusion at her body�s response to Nnoitra�s rumbling tone- confusion, which
swiftly shifted to anger.

�Ugh.� Nnoitra barely caught himself when his head
was snapped to the side by a solid kick to the left side of his face. The Fifth
Espada�s right hand shot out, just catching him before he fell on his face.
Without time to recover, he grunted, his right arm crumpling beneath him when
Harribel�s foot slammed down on his face. Nnoitra sucked in harsh breaths as
his head lay trapped under the Third's foot.

His mind screamed profanities as he struggled to
free himself.

�...and how is the view from there?� Harribel�s
voice was even, though her face and reiatsu betrayed her irrational
anger.

Nnoitra�s struggling faltered when he both felt,
and heard his jaw crack under the pressure. Blood began to roll out of his nose
with his loud hissing breaths.

A punctured cracking sound accompanied by the
Fifth�s abruptly halted movement seemed to bring a flood of reality to
Harribel�s mind. Blinking down at the alien scene below her, she shook her head
and quickly removed her foot. She had lost control� she never lost control.
Looking away from Nnoitra�s heaving form she stretched her stiff fingers; she
hadn�t even realized she had been clenching them.

�Know your place, Quinto.� The words had
barely reached his ears before Harribel had disappeared in a flash of sonido.

XXXXXX

Heated rough hands ran up her sides eliciting a
wave of pleasure. Her head rolled back as the same fingers dragged blunt nails
down her stomach, over her hips and down her thighs- thighs that straddled his
waist. Harribel moaned and rolled her hips, igniting a similar deep response
from the man below her.

Heavy breathing, groans and a garble of curses
from below her filled the room as she rose and fell with increasing speed.
Harribel leant back to wrap an arm around one of the raised thighs behind her,
gripping it tightly to steady her movements. Her skin glistened with
perspiration and her mouth fell open, her head rolling back when he bucked up
into her.

He grunted when her thighs and inner walls
tightened around him. �Fuck!� His hands gripped her hips, holding her body down
against him as he thrust up into her with every ounce of strength he had left.

Harribel whined and rocked against his thrusts,
but when a rough thumb trailed down and began circling her clitoris, she
faltered, eyes screwing shut as every muscle in her body tensed.

�Oh fuck, Harribel.�

She snapped, and her body jumped into a wash of
euphoric pleasure.

�Mmnh, Nnoitra!�

Harribel gasped and jolted up from her mattress.
She panted and looked around her large bedroom. Her skin was wet with sweat and
it took a moment for her to calm her breathing and heart rate. Sighing, the
blonde fell back down into her bed, �Just a dream.�

�Ugh, gods.� She flopped
her forearm over her eyes and groaned to herself. She had not just
had a sex dream about Nnoitra Jiruga.

XXXXXX

The room was dark but for the light of one large computer. Before it sat a silver-haired Shinigami, the unnatural glow of the
screen casting a strange halo about his head. It was ironic really,
considering his actions were far from angelic.

Szayel stepped into the dark room quietly, he couldn�t see
the screen Ichimaru was looking at but he noticed the quick change in light
that indicated that the Shinigami had changed whatever it was he was looking
at. The pink-haired scientist smirked; obviously the former taichou had noticed
his presence.

�A person might think you were up to no good, being in a place
like this- alone...and in the dark.� Szayel made his way through the tables and
IT equipment, moving effortlessly closer until he stood directly behind Gin.

�Me?� Gin gave an innocent and almost hurt expression, �Nah, I'm
not doin' anythin� naughty,
Szayel.� He smirked and reclined in his chair, tilting his head to look the
Eighth Espada up and down, �Well. Not yet, anyway��

Szayel couldn�t help the excitement that ran through his
veins. Gin was so seductive, so...bad. He loved and hated the way the
young Shinigami played with his mind; he always kept him guessing. What was
going on behind those closed eyes and sly grin?

Szayel chuckled, raising one pink eyebrow ever so slightly, �It
feels like you are trying to evade my query, Ichimaru-san. What is it you were
doing here in my laboratory?�

Gin smiled and sat forward in his chair, �Narh,
it�s nothin� really. Ya
know, just checkin� me Facebook.�

Szayel frowned in confusion. Was that a program he hadn�t
dealt with? Impossible. He had designed almost all of
Las Noches� computer programs-

�Miss me already did ya?�

Szayel snapped from his thoughts to see Gin standing in front of
him. Hazel eyes widened as they looked up into sky-blue eyes; Gin�s frame
blocked the light of the computer screen as he loomed over the Eighth, casting
Szayel into shadow. His body shivered when a fine finger ran slowly along his
jaw. Szayel swallowed and fought another shudder when the same finger ran down
his neck to hook on his collar, pulling him forward just a fraction.

His body was begging for more, lust rushing through his veins at
just the simplest touch. In the back of his mind, he noted the need to increase
his hormone suppressants. He was already on more than what was considered a
safe dosage, but as a scientist, he could not believe that this man was the
sole reason for such a strong sexual reaction.

Gin grinned and leaned closer to the Eighth Espada, running his
nose across his cheek before letting his lips brush against the others.
Szayel�s breath hitched when Gin's warm breath puffed against his own parted
lips.

�It�s okay,� The silver-haired Shinigami spoke, their lips
brushing with the closeness, �I missed you too��

He placed a chase kiss to the corner of Szayel�s mouth. �Tha� way ya smell�� He took a
deep breath, �Tha� way ya
taste�� Szayel�s mouth fell open as Gin slid his tongue across his bottom lip,
his body automatically moving forward to meet the Shinigami, only to have him
pull away to whisper in his ear. �Tha way ya moan for me.�

Szayel gave a poorly restrained whine when Gin licked his
ear. His hands shot out and fisted in the Shinigami�s white haori. He panted;
his breath shuddered as he tried to reign in his lust.

�Y-you know,� The Eighth's mouth bent into a strained smirk, �we
were only intimate less than 36 hours ago.�

He could feel Gin smile against his neck before his skin was
nipped. �An yet here ya are,
shakin� and pantin� from so
little.�

Gin turned his head so he could look Szayel in the eye, a
mischievous grin playing at his lips, �So wanton.� He teased.

Szayel closed his eyes when a particularly intense wave of
heat washed through him to pool in his groin.

�Ya know wha�
I really miss?� The former Taichou�s voice darkened as he ran a thumb along
Szayel�s lower lip, pulling it down slightly with the motion. �It�s this mouth
and wha� it does ta me.�

Szayel leant forward quickly, a hand shooting up to grip the back
of Gin�s neck, but before he had a chance to capture the Shinigami�s lips, Gin
pulled back. Szayel frowned, his hazel eyes questioning.

Gin smirked and slid a hand into Szayel soft, pink hair. Before
the Eighth had a chance to question him Gin let his gaze travel slowly and
suggestively down to his own hakama.

Szayel�s gaze flicked between Gin�s slitted
eyes and his thin lips. The Eighth licked his lips and dropped to his knees.
Long fingers slid into his hair to grasp the back of his head. Inches in front
of his face, Gin used his other hand to slowly undo the ties of his hakama.

The white material fell silently to sit just above Gin�s
knees and he shifted, parting his legs to get more comfortable. Szayel�s hot
breath washed over the half-hard member, inches from his face. The Eighth�s
hazel eyes looked up at the man above him; he was met by the same wicked and
amused expression that tormented his fantasies. He didn�t really enjoy giving
fellatio, but it seemed Gin wasn�t going to fuck him until he did. His own cock
was throbbing inside his hakama but the man before him was only half-hard and
taunting him.

�Ya gone all shy on me?� Gin teased. He knew the Eighth didn�t
like giving head, and that was exactly the reason he enjoyed it so much.

Szayel narrowed his eyes and slid his hands up Gin�s
thighs, stopping at his hips to rub slow circles over his defined hipbones.

Szayel smirked when Gin�s eyes fell closed and took the
opportunity to claw his nails sharply down the full length of his thighs, the
scratches leaving angry red lines in their wake.

Gin�s eyes flew open and snapped down just in time to see
his entire length disappear into the Eighth�s mouth.

�Mmnh.�
Gin groaned at the sudden assault on his nerves.

Szayel ran his palms over the scratches on Gin�s thighs. It
tasted salty and smelled like what Szayel had come to recognises as the scent
of sex. He hadn�t been particularly fond of the taste, but the scientist could
not deny that after some time the scent grew on him. After being with the
ex-Taichou for a few weeks, he had to concede that the smell and taste turned
him on.

The quiet hiss that came from above him shot through his system;
his fingers, nipples, stomach and groin shivered with the rush of electricity. Such an interesting reaction to something so simple.

Gin watched as the pink haired Espada bobbed his head
tortuously slow on his dick. His cheeks hollowed on the way out as his tongue
circled the head before diving back down. It wasn�t long before he was rock
hard. He licked his slightly parted lips and groaned quietly as he watched the
erotic show below him.

Szayel ran his hands up Gin�s hard stomach, enjoying the way
the muscle tensed under his fingers. The former Taichou may not have been very
brawny, but his body was still cut. His whole torso, shoulders and back were
hard muscle- and he had the best ass Szayel had ever had felt.

The pink haired Espada
groaned around a mouthful of cock at the feel of Gin�s body, he ran his hands from
Gin�s chest around and down to appreciate that backside. Gods it felt nice.

Gin moaned when Szayel's throat vibrated, sending
shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body, �Shit.� The
Eighth's massaging hands prolonging the sensation that rocked his nervous
system.

�Mmnh�Sounds.
Arh shit. Sounds like ya enjoyin� ya
self down there.� He teased breathlessly only to grab a handful of pink
hair when Szayel tried to pull back to answer.

�Don�t stop.� His voice
changed instantly to a commanding tone.

He ran his fingers through the soft strands, cradling
the back of the Eighth�s head as he rocked his hips into Szayel�s mouth.

��Ahh.
Fuck yeah.� Gin whispered when Szayel�s throat spasmed
around him.

Szayel choked violently
when Gin thrust into the back of his throat. The Eighth coughed and gripped at
Gin�s hips, trying in vain to hold him still.

Gin was panting, his
total focus on the blinding pleasure that was wracking his body. Szayel took a
short breath though his nose during one of Gin�s pulls back and used all of his
strength to claw at the Shinigami�s hipbones.

�Mngh.� Gin groaned and clenched his teeth, thrusting
harder when the pain of Szayel�s nails bought another wave of heat to his throbbing
length.

Fuck. He was gunna cum.

Wet heat sucked and pulsed around him. His fingers fisted
in sweat dampened hair and the sharp pain on his hipbones only fueled his
pleasure. �Ungh. Shit.� He
grunted and thrust his hips forward a few more times before he snapped and came
in Szayel�s mouth.

Gin held the Eighth Espada in place and rode out
his orgasm; rocking his hips forward more gently with his post climax shudders.

Szayel pulled back violently, panting as he was
finally released from his suffocation.

�Arh.� He gasped, wiping his saliva and cum-covered mouth with
the sleeve of his uniform. �I thought I told you I do not like you ejaculating in
my mouth.� The pink-haired Espada shot daggers up at the silver-haired man.

Gin sighed and quickly yanked up his hakama, tying
the sash leisurely as he smirked down at the flustered Eighth. He grinned as he
reached over Szayel�s still kneeling form to grab his zanpaktou that was
sitting on the computer table and slid the short blade into his belt.

Szayel was still catching his breath, but had
sobered enough to notice Gin put Shinso back on his
hip.

Gin smiled down into his confused hazel eyes
and tapped a finger lightly under his chin. �Tha� was
nice.�

The Eighth almost choked -speechless, as the
silver-haired Shinigami turned and headed toward the door. �Wha-�
He stumbled to his feet, mouth agape as he watched Gin throw a wave over his
shoulder and disappear out the door. �Ichimaru!�

XXXXXX

A/N

Wow! What a bastard
that Ichimaru is! I tell ya what I wouldn�t be taking
that shit� Arh, who am I kidding, I�d gladly take it
from Gin :o lol. I can�t wait
till the next chapter when we get to see Grimmy again.
I have around 2500 words of Chapter 5: Denial
atm, but I have to write a quick oneshot
for a friend�s Birthday (Love you Saz!) Which will be Qlqui/Ichi.
I might take a day or two break after that, but fear
not there is plenty of Sex Ed to come. �

Love ya all! REVIEW!

Kazes.
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