Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Obsidian and Alabaster ❯ Unimportant Dates ( Chapter 3 )

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Unimportant Dates

 

“You will learn to dance. We're going to this wedding and I want to dance with my husband. I won't listen to any arguments, Zaraki. I like to dance and you won't let me dance with anyone, so you'll have to learn,” my beloved was arguing with me again.

 

I half listened to her words, wondering when she would stop and might be interested in some activity other than talking. “Dance,” I said abstractedly. We were eating in a Western style restaurant in the human world for some reason. Maybe it was a special occasion but I wanted to take her home and forget about food. I had wondered why we were eating so early, but decided not to question her.

 

“Yes, dance. I'll teach you. You can move smoothly when you fight so I imagine you will be able to learn to dance quickly. Don't worry, I'll show you a few different types, nothing too modern,” she smiled at me and I smiled back always pleased to see her happy. If she was happy then I got plenty of sex and that made me happy.

 

“Do you want to go home?” There was no harm in asking. I didn't want to hang around. Sitting at the table I could see the other diners give me strange looks and I resented it because I wasn't wearing the eye patch or the bells. My hair was tied back and the only thing I could see that might be considered unusual was the scar and the fact that I was taller than anyone else there. Those who weren't staring at me were looking at my wife. Once the men in the place had looked at me they fixed their eyes on her. I was getting angry at some of the guys who were glancing at her, with too much appreciation. I'd slit anyone from neck to groin who touched her or even got too close.

 

“We've only just eaten the appetiser. This is a special occasion; don't you remember why?” Her tone was joking, but I thought she might be serious.

 

I stopped glaring at one idiot who could not take his eyes off Matsumoto's breasts and turned my attention to the woman I'd married. The appetiser had been small and I hoped that not all the food would come in such insignificant portions. “Anniversary?” I hazarded. Dates were unimportant.

 

“No,” the terseness of the answer made me think quickly.

 

“Valentine's Day? Arbour Day? Bastille Day? Greek Easter? Australia Day? Emperor's Birthday? The end of Ramadan? Labour Day? Hanukah?” Hell, what did I know?

 

“It's your birthday, remember?” She seemed a little impatient with me.

 

My birthday? I didn't really know when it was, but Yachiru had decided that I was born on the 19th November and I went along with it. It didn't matter because I ignored it most of the time. Now I had a wife who thought it was important.

 

“Didn't anyone else mention it?” She took my hand in hers and stroked it.

 

The touch of her fingers stroking me made me immediately think of stroking her with my dick. Every time she touched me I invariably thought of sex, but that was normally not an issue, except now I had to sit next to her, looking at her while we waited for someone to serve us instead of me servicing her.

 

“No. Yachiru hugged me as normal and offered me some jelly babies. Had a couple of fights, nothing too interesting,” I replied, knowing it was odd. Yachiru usually made some sort of fuss.

 

The waiter arrived bearing some plates. I looked down and saw a small piece of lightly seared beef being placed in front of me and some vegetables. Shrugging, I picked up the metal implements that were often used in the human world. I sawed at the meat and placed a large chunk in my mouth. It tasted good and was tender, the blood tricking down my throat as I chewed. I began to cut quickly and eat fast, knowing the sooner we finished eating, the sooner we could go home. Maybe it was a good thing the servings were so small.

 

“Slow down, Zaraki. We're meant to be enjoying each other's company, the conversation and the meal,” the chiding note in Matsumoto's voice irritated me.

 

“We could be doing that in our bedroom,” I snarled. If it was my birthday; why didn't I get to choose what we were doing?

 

“We do that every night. I thought this would be a nice change,” she said, her mouth dropping and her eyes clouding slightly.

 

Damn these emotions. Every time she looked like that I wanted to hold her close and do anything she asked of me, but this time I would not give in. “Eat. We're here, we're talking; you got your way. You should be happy. You look beautiful.” I hadn't meant to say the last thing, but it was true. She was wearing a green dress, the colour of fine jade, with a plunging neckline that clung to her curves. The satin of the dress reflected the light and instead of that crappy thing she normally wore around her neck, she wore a strand of pearls dyed to match the dress. Urahara did good work. It wasn't surprising that all the men seemed to be watching her breathe.

 

The compliment made her smile, a little, but she still did not seem very happy with me.

 

I remembered I had pondered earlier about staying overnight, getting a room and enjoying my wife in the gigai. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

 

She slowly chewed her mouthful and swallowed before she answered. “I, um, have to get back because your present is at home.”

 

I grimaced. What could she give me that I wanted more than her? “I don't give a shit about the present.”

 

Her frown at my language made me scowl even more. “Don't embarrass me. Moderate your language.”

 

I opened my mouth, ready to argue with her when she leant across and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth swiftly. I forgot I was angry, and began to caress her thigh, feeling the satin of the dress moving against her silken skin. I tried to slide my hand under the dress, but she grabbed it before I could get very far.

 

“Later,” she said, the promise in her voice and smile.

 

“Now. I'm so fuc… blasted hard. Are you making me suffer for a reason?” My cock was pushing against the fabric of the unfamiliar clothes and the trousers were now bloody tight. The only gratification was a few of the watchers now looked increasingly disappointed that my wife had shown her affection openly by kissing me. None of them would be stupid enough to approach her now.

 

“You look very handsome tonight. I want you to wear something like that to the wedding as that's the theme,” she was ignoring my words again, but then she ran her hand over my cheek and then over my hair. I felt a tremor run through me and quickly cut and ate some more meat to prevent my impulse to take her on the table, not caring who watched. It was also the first time she had told me that I was handsome. That felt good.

 

The wedding again. What had she been talking about before? Teaching me to dance? Me, dance? “I'll get the clothes if I don't have to learn to dance.”

 

She shook her head at me. I watched her hair toss over her shoulders and remembered seeing her do that when she was straddling me, taking my cock inside her.

 

“You will learn to dance. Dancing can be liked foreplay.”

 

That last sentence interested me. “You mean if I dance with you you'll get hot and then force me to screw you?” That could only be good. I'd have to make sure she didn't wear any knickers to the wedding.

 

Her large eyes looked at me, a glint of laughter obvious. “Force? I don't recall anytime when I had to force you to have sex,” her voice dropped, as she tried to hide what she was saying.

 

I didn't mention that during that stupid experiment that Iemura suggested she was pretty close to forcing me. That episode was something I never mentioned. Her dreams were less frequent, but they never really quit. That was not the only time she had nearly forced me to take her. There was the time she had become a virgin again and insisted we fuck. Remembering these episodes made my cock even harder. “What about the time you made me pretend we weren't married? Or all the times you've begged me?” That seemed relevant and less threatening than the other memories.

 

She covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed at me. “Forcing you to have sex is like forcing Yachiru to eat Konpeito. It never happens.”

 

I scowled at her. She always made out that I was sex mad. Just because I wanted regular sex didn't mean anything. “So that's what you think. Okay, let's see what I can do about that.” I picked up my knife and fork and began to eat, chewing slowly as I thought about what I could do. I knew I could make her beg, but I wanted her to be desperate. The problem was as soon as she indicated she wanted sex I was ready.

 

Various ideas went through my mind. I dismissed the idea of not having sex with her immediately. Maybe I could pretend I wasn't interested. Yeah, like that would be convincing. She'd only have to touch me to find out. The only alternative was to excite her more than ever before. That would be a challenge.

 

“Zaraki, are you listening? I asked if you wanted to try some of mine.” Her low voice interrupted my thoughts.

 

I looked at her hopefully. I'd like to try some of her now, but then I saw she was indicating her food. “What was it you got? Oh, yeah, some pasta thing. No. I suppose you want some of mine? Or you could sit on my lap and I could feed you,” she ignored my last comment and lecherous smile.

 

Looking at my plate she shook her head firmly. “I prefer my meat to be cooked, not raw. Do you want your vegetables? You should eat them, they're good for you.”

 

I felt the laugh rise to my throat. I was a Captain and my wife was lecturing me about eating vegetables. I lowered my voice. “I'd prefer to eat you.”

 

Her eyes sparkled at me and she playfully tapped my hand. “If you eat your vegetables.”

 

Shrugging, I ate the stuff and then finished the meal. “Can we go now?”

 

“No. I want dessert,” she said and held my hand. I liked the feel of her slim hand in mine.

 

I liked desserts, but mainly when I licked them off her skin. “Can we get it to take with us?”

 

My wife hushed me as a waiter approached the table bearing menus. He handed one to each of us and I barely glanced at it, preferring to glare at him, warning him keep his distance. “I'll have that,” I said pointing to something that contained strawberries and honey. I smiled at my wife, but she was studying her menu.

 

“I'll have the chocolate soufflé,” she said smiling sweetly at the waiter.

 

I felt a tinge of anger. I wanted her to smile at me, not other men. She noticed my shift in mood and she smiled at me, her eyes amused. “I can smile at other people, Zaraki. It doesn't mean anything.”

 

I nodded in reply and gulped some water. I moved my chair a little closer to her and placed my hand on her knee, just resting it there. She didn't try to remove it and I left it there for a few moments and then began to gently stroke her knee with the fingertips. I saw her shiver so I kept the touch gentle.

 

She bent across to whisper to me, but I kissed her instead, letting her tongue roam my mouth as my hand slide up her leg, just a little, slipping under the satin. As I finished the kiss I noticed her eyes had become darker.

 

The dessert arrived and I ate it leisurely, planning my next move. Matsumoto was lingering over her dessert so I thought I'd have time to take care of business. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I grinned at the men in the rest room and watched as they scurried out. I wondered briefly how they would have reacted to a scowl if they were frightened by my smile but I had achieved my objective. I wanted privacy for what I was about to do, since I hardly done it since I'd married.

 

I went into a stall, closing the door behind, undid the complicated fastenings of my trousers and fondled my cock. We'd had sex as usual that morning, but she had been too busy to meet up with me during the day and when I finally saw her at Urahara's she was insistent we leave as we had a `booking' at this restaurant. No time for a quick fuck. It felt like my wife had withheld sexual favours that day for some reason or other and it was time to relieve the tension. As I stroked my cock I thought of fucking Matsumoto, wishing that was possible right now. She thought I was too easy. As I imagined being inside her, her body responding passionately, I came, spurting into the wad of toilet paper I had ready. Masturbation was not as good as the real thing.

 

I returned to the table where she was still eating her dessert. I was reminded again how attractive I found her and was again thankful that Ichimaru had been an idiot and dumped her. Her hair gleamed in the soft light and it lent a glow to her face. She saw me and a smile crossed her face as I walked back to the table. At least she'd stopped being annoyed with me. Noticing that she'd finished her dessert, I gestured to the waiter to bring the bill and within a few minutes we were outside.

 

I held her around the waist as we walked into the darkened street while she talked about the meal and suggested that we go out more often. I grunted in answer and pulled her into the shadowed entrance of a shop, kissing her intently, before she could protest, while my hands began to touch her breasts. The sweetness of her mouth was not masked by the rich taste of the chocolate she had eaten. At first I only stroked her breasts, gently feeling the satin of her dress against my fingers. I thought if I started slowly I'd get her eager for more. As I touched her she began to return my kiss with increasing passion and pressed her hips against me. I backed off a little, and touched her breasts more firmly. Her hands held either side of my face as her tongue explored my mouth.

 

Until now I had avoided her nipples. As the kiss continued, I touched them in passing to be rewarded by a moan. I stopped kissing her and ran my hands over them quickly again before I again slipped my arm around her waist and directed her out of the doorway and into the street. I hugged her against me and she curved her body to remain close to me.

 

“I don't think we should be doing that sort of thing in public, Zaraki, darling. I love it when you touch me, but what if someone sees?” was the quiet, not very strong reprimand; I received from my wife as we walked a little further down the street.

 

Smiling at her minor complaint, I drew her into another shadowed doorway, this time not kissing her, just using my fingertips to run over the outline of her breast and then very slowly moving to the twin protrusions I could see in the dim light. I heard the breath catch in her throat as I finally touched them, stroking them softly, listening to her breathing quickening. Satisfied I was making my point I again held her close as we continued to make our way down the street toward our destination. She was silent now.

 

A few more doorways and I was pulling her out of sight, this time touching her nipples much more firmly, using my thumb and finger to pinch them. I ignored my increasing need to fuck her and just watched her face as her eyes became heavier and her mouth opened slightly. It was too much to hope she would allow me to play this game without response and she kissed me. I did not allow the kiss to distract me, keeping my fingers intent on her nipples as she tried again to find those places in my mouth that excited me.

 

She tried so hard, and then her hands moved south but I captured them in one hand while the other continued to tease her nipples. She dragged her mouth from mine.

 

“What are you doing Zaraki? Someone might see,” she asked. Her face was flushed and I could see her eyes were unfocused.

 

She always liked to ask questions. “I'm just touching you. Just fondling my wife who has never forced me to have sex with her and I don't fucking care if anyone sees.”

 

Matsumoto grabbed my hands and sounded slightly annoyed. “Are you annoyed by what I said earlier? I love you, Zaraki, but why do you want me to force you to have sex? Forced sex is rape”

 

I kissed her before answering, wanting to feel her mouth on mine one last time. My answer might anger her and I wanted her desperate for me, not furious at me. “I love you.” I temporised, not answering.

 

I pulled her out of the doorway and we walked a way further. This time I kept one hand on her breast and continued to caress it as we walked. There were no other people around and I didn't give a shit if anyone saw. I'd made my plans.

 

I pulled her into another doorway, silencing her protests with my mouth as my hands undid the zipper at the back of her dress, just enough. Pulling the dress from her shoulders I revealed her splendid breasts and my hands began to move over them freely. My wife squirmed under my touch, trying to take her mouth from mine, her hands pushing against my shoulders, but I could feel the heat of her skin, the hardening of her nipples and smell that telltale scent of her arousal.

 

“You want me, Matsumoto. You want me, don't you?” I chid her.

 

“You're a freak, Zaraki. Doing this to me in public, where anyone could see. What do you want me to do? Jump you?” The desperation in her voice was evident.

 

I bent my head and gently licked her skin and she sighed, not objecting. The taste of her filled my mouth, overwhelming my senses. Encouraged I continued to lick her breasts, avoiding the nubs my mouth hungered for until she dragged my mouth to them. I only licked them, teasingly and she pushed her breast against my mouth. Giving in, I sucked the nipple as she drew me close to her by hooking one leg over my hip.

 

“Take me, Zaraki, here, now.” she said urgently.

 

I stood straight and smiled down at her. “No.” I replaced her dress and did up the zip as she tried to find words to insult me.

 

“Come on. You said we had to get back,” I told her as I held her hand as I pulled her out of the doorway. “Urahara's shop is only around the corner and then we can go home and sleep.”

 

“Sleep! You expect me to be able to sleep when you've got me this aroused? I've got to have you,” she told me urgently in a low voice.

 

“I thought you wanted it this way. You haven't seemed interested in sex at all today,” was my reply. We were now standing outside Urahara's shop. The neighbourhood was pretty seedy, just like the shop's owner.

 

Matsumoto pulled me close, running her hands through my hair, nuzzling into my neck. “I've been busy, that's all. I want you, you know I want you.”

 

My wife was desperate, but not enough. I slipped a hand under her dress and past the piece of lace between her thighs, feeling how wet she was. She moaned loudly into my neck as her hand stole down and caressed my cock through the trousers.

 

“I thought I heard some teenagers with overactive hormones making out in front of my shop only to find it's a married couple. I could rent you a room if you need it,” Urahara's voice interrupted, “Or we could make up a foursome if you're interested.” I glared at the man whose eyes were roaming over my wife's body.

 

I felt Matsumoto's body jerk in my arms at the suggestion. “No.” she exclaimed.

 

I heard the blood roaring in my ears and everything went red. When my vision cleared slightly, I felt tugging on each arm and noticed that I had Urahara's throat in one hand and his thigh in the other as I was bending him backwards, preparing to crack his spine. That bastard had upset my wife and I was going to kill him. No one upset Matsumoto, except me. No one touched her or fucked her except me. He should know that, but it was too late for him to learn. I was going to slaughter the pervert. He was gurgling in fear, struggling hard and I noticed my wife was gripping one arm while Yoruichi swung on the other.

 

“Stop it, Zaraki. Don't kill the man; let Yoruichi do it for you,” my wife implored.

 

“Did you even think what you were saying Kisuke? You know how protective Kenpachi is of his wife. If you're looking for excitement why not swim with piranhas, or buy Yamamoto a toupee? I heard what you said. Don't kill him, please Kenpachi,” the former 2nd Division commander requested.

 

I bent him a bit further, wanting him to understand his error and he shrieked in fear. Disgusted, I flung him to the ground. “My wife interceded, so I'll let you live. Get your tainted kicks elsewhere.”

 

“You never learn how far you can take a joke,” Yoruichi said, releasing my arm and helping her sometime lover to his feet.

 

“I thought he might be a little more relaxed,” Urahara began. “What with everything going so well…”

 

“He is more relaxed, but not about Matsumoto,” the irritation in her voice was evident and she turned to both of us, softening her tone. “I apologise on his behalf. Please accept his hospitality. You might wish to rest for a while before you return to the Seireitei.”

 

By this time I was holding Matsumoto in my arms, loathe to let her go. I recognised why she had stiffened in fear when he made the suggestion and stroked her back. All that arousal seemed to have gone and I cursed the man. She'd been ready to do anything. “Fuck off both of you. We'll be in shortly,” I commanded. Dragging her partner with her, Yoruichi bowed slightly and left.

 

“I'll never let anyone else touch you, beloved,” I whispered in her ear and then gently kissed her mouth. Slowly she relaxed in my arms and returned my kiss. As her lips parted under mine I allowed my anger to fade. I held her to me, feeling her body press against mine and we were quiet. Moments passed as our bodies warmed to each other and she gained some reassurance.

 

“I thought you were going to kill the man. You know I only want you, Zaraki. You got me so turned on,” she murmured softly.

 

“And that's all gone now. It's okay. I'll have the fun of doing it all again, making you lose all your inhibitions so you're prepared to screw in public again,” I joked gently.

 

“It hasn't all gone,” she said huskily as her arms stole around my neck. “It never all goes when I'm with you.”

 

Those words made me hope. “Do you want to take up the offer?” My hand slipped to her breast and I noticed that her nipples were still erect.

 

“Here? The guy would probably watch somehow, or even film it. Can't we just go home…” and then she faltered. “Or maybe we could use the linen room at 4th Division,” she suggested after a few seconds.

 

“Huh?” I didn't know what she was talking about.

 

Amazingly, Matsumoto giggled. “I've heard the linen room at 4th Division is quite popular.”

 

“Huh?” I said again, still not getting it.

 

“I know a few people have, um, met there,” my wife elucidated. She widened her eyes at me innocently, but a smile played on the corners of her mouth.

 

“Met?” Realising what she meant, I laughed loudly, while wondering who had `met' there. I'd get her to tell me. “You'll have to give me more details later. But not a linen room, woman, not tonight.” I bent my head and kissed her again my hand stroking her breasts and stomach. “I think we should take up the offer. You need your rest.”

 

“Rest? With you?” She laughed as if she found the suggestion ludicrous. “I've rested with you and somehow I end up exhausted.” My hand grazed her nipples and she trembled under my touch. “You're right. I need a rest,” she agreed.

 

Before she could change her mind, I picked her up and carried her inside. Urahara was absent and Yoruichi led us to a quiet room. “Stay as long as you need. Let me know when you want to return to the Seireitei. I'll distract Kisuke so you'll have privacy.”

 

Looking around the room I felt satisfied. It was situated far from the other rooms. The light from the candles was gentle and soothing and the scent of incense was sweet but not overpowering. The whole floor was like one large sleeping mat, soft but firm under the feet and was covered with a soft cotton fabric. You could fuck in any part of the room if you wanted. A small table to one side held some drinks and food and I nodded. This would do.

 

I waited for Yoruichi to leave and then placed Matsumoto on her feet and checked the door ensuring it was closed. I turned around to find she had removed her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there, naked except for the necklace and the scanty pair of knickers.

 

“Hold me,” she implored.

 

Reaching for her, I buried my face in her neck, smelling her sweet perfume and feeling her skin against my face. She pressed her body against me and I ground my groin against her.

 

“I want you, Zaraki. Do you want me?”

 

I nodded. She should know by now. “Always. But don't you want to wait?”

 

“Now,” she urged. She was undoing my trousers as she spoke, urgently pulling at the waistband. To help her I unbuttoned the shirt and took it off. She had freed my cock and was stroking it.

 

“I think it might be better if I took these clothes off,” I suggested. “I prefer feeling your skin on mine.”

 

“If you think so,” she said reluctantly releasing my dick. She knelt and undid my shoes as I undid the pants properly. Shortly I was naked while she removed her last item of clothing, leaving the necklace on.

 

I had to find out how wet she was and cupped her sex in my hand, my fingers parting her. “Hell woman. What happened?” She was dripping with desire and it made me realise that I might have managed to get her to the level of want that I intended.

 

“You, you happened. Now either you fuck me, or I'll force you. I'm desperate for you.”

 

She pulled me down onto the mats and again began touching my chest, kissing and licking me until I stopped her. In return I kissed and licked her breasts, playing at length with her nipples until she was keening.

 

I pulled her onto her side, facing me, positioning her leg over my thigh and let my lips feast on hers as I slipped my cock between her legs, sliding against the moisture seeping out of her cunt. Reaching down I spread her lips wider and could not rub my dick against her clit. She shivered and clutched my head to hers as I continued to rub against her. Her wetness increased and my dick was now well lubricated and I hadn't even entered her.

 

“Come on Zaraki. You know what I want,” she pleaded, her voice breathy and insistent.

 

“This is good too,” I told her.

 

“But not enough.”

 

She grasped my cock and directed it where she wanted it to go. Deciding I had teased her enough I entered her slowly. She wriggled as I did so, trying to urge me to move faster. “Remember the first night when you were urgent for me and I took you slowly?” I said, pausing when I was halfway inside her.

 

“Are you going to do that again?”

 

“No. I was thinking about being inside you for hours.” Each time we'd that something had happened. I'd always wanted to try again.

 

“We've got to get back. We don't have hours,” she began and then caught herself. “Later, tonight, when we're home. We'll do it then. But now I don't want slow. I want hard and fast.” As she spoke she pushed down on me, taking all of my cock inside.

 

It was good enough to make me agree and we started fucking each other with urgency. She was tight around me and I could feel how slick she was. The friction built up as I moved into her faster and harder. She placed her leg over my shoulder so I gained deeper penetration.

 

As we screwed I gazed at her face, watching her lips part and the lids of her eyes close. “More.”

 

I increased the speed and soon she was writhing out of control as she came. I lasted only a few seconds more.

 

I watched her face as she opened her eyes and smiled at me contentedly. Then I told her what she didn't want to know. “I cancelled the surprise party.”

 

She became taut in my arms for a second. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she was trying to sound offended.

 

“Come on woman. Do you think Ikkaku or Yumichika are stupid? They warned me weeks ago what you were planning. Yachiru is angry with me too because you got her to help you,” I kissed her forehead as she tried to formulate an answer.

 

“Why did you cancel? It took so much preparation. Why did they tell you?,” she wailed quietly.

 

I kissed her mouth to stop the wail and complaint. “They told me because they know I hate that sort of surprise. I put it off until tomorrow night.”

 

“Why?” from the tone of her voice I could tell she was not pleased so I pulled her a little tighter against me.

 

“Why not?”

 

She tensed again as I fondled a breast, my cock stirring. “Because I wanted to surprise you and make you happy. I wanted all your friends to be there.”

 

“I prefer fucking to partying. Screwing you makes me happy. Tell you what. To make it up to you, I'll let you teach me to dance,” I said my lips slipping across her cheek to find her ear. I nibbled slightly on the lobe as my hands continued to play with her breasts.

 

“Shouldn't we tell them we want to go back?” Matsumoto asked as her hand stroked my chest and I grinned at her.

 

“I paid for this room for tonight. And I haven't finished playing with my present yet,” as my fingers touched her between her legs, her thighs clamped onto my hand.

 

“What?” she pulled my face up to hers so she could look into my eyes.

 

I shrugged. “You're my present and I want you to myself tonight, without any freaking dramas from other people. I arranged it with Yoruichi,” her hand had slipped down to my cock, while my fingers stroked her clit. I was hard again.

 

“Okay,' she groaned as she arched under my touch. “But you will learn to dance.”

 

“Yeah,” I said as I slid into my wife. The lessons might be interesting.

 

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A.N.

 

Yeah, there will be another chapter where Matsumoto tries to teach Zaraki to dance. I can see that will be easy.

 

This chapter was inspired by the next chapter. No images, no songs, just my own perverted imagination.

 

Soundtrack

 

“Sexual' Amber

`Sexbomb' Tom Jones

`Shut Up and Sleep with Me' Sin with Sebastian

`Fucking in Heaven' Fat Boy Slim

 

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