The Devil has Blue Eyes

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Chapter 7 - Ecstatic
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A/N: Finally, an update!

Reviews of the reviews are back and so am I!

First off, I would like to address a couple of issues that have come up in the reviews. Dropping ecstasy in people's drinks is WRONG and if you are thinking about doing it to somebody, YOU NEED TO GO GET SOME HELP. Second of all, we really DO need to keep an eye on our drinks at parties and bars BECAUSE IT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE I KNOW AND SHE ENDED UP IN THE HOSPITAL AND DIDN'T WAKE UP FOR THREE DAYS AND NEARLY DIED. That is what happens when you put stuff in peoples drinks. It's not worth devastating and killing or nearly killing someone just because someone feels that they can't get someone to lay their ugly weenies!

I can't stress this enough, things like this DO happen so keep an eye on your beverages and if you do happen to let them out of your sight, don't risk it, THROW IT AWAY.

Second, there have been some questions about Michael, the hot cafe worker. Trust me, he plays an important part in the story, but he doesn't get to throw a wrench in the works until much later on so Michael fans please be patient, he will return. Eventually.

Thirdly, thank you to all who have reviewed, you guys rock!!!

Fourthly, I am so, so, so sorry for the lack of updates! I've just been going through some really bad depression and writer's block. Plus it took me forever to get out this chapter, because when I moved, the house I moved to only has one internet connection, and the c.d. drive is broken on that computer and will not read anything and the computer my story is on has no diskette drive, only a c.d. drive and seeing as I currently have NO MONEY and have not had any for the past 8 months, it was impossible to get a memory stick and I cannot for the life of me find the box my firewire is in. But worry not, when I found out that certain people *cough*anonreviewer*cough* were frustrated at the lack of updates, I found a way to get a memory stick alright! So without further ado, may I present, chapter 7!

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"Shit man, I think there was ecstasy in your drink!"

Jack's words were having an echoing effect on his brain. Had Mark tried to drug him? He'd been in the room earlier, he could have been slipping something into his drink the whole time!

Jack squatted there, his face in his hands. A guy named Alex who had been standing nearby, walked up to them. "Did you put what I just sold you into this guy's drink?"

"Nah, man, he must have drank from the wrong cup."

Alex didn't look happy. "Who was supposed to drink it then?"

"Uh, me, man. I was supposed to drink it, I thought it would be easier that way . . . "

"Bullshit man! You said it was for you! I didn't give it to you so you could drug some chick with! You said it was for you, because you couldn't get it up, so I sold you sextasy* not ecstasy. For men dude, not for chicks."

Alex pushed Jack over. Jack sprung up and shoved Alex hard. They were interrupted by Natalie, who swooped in to push Jack around herself. "WHAT THE FUCK, JACK! Did you try and put something in my fucking drink?"

"No, baby, of course not!"

"Don't lie to me, you fucking turd!,"

Jack looked like he was just holding himself back from hurting the girl. Keiichi tried to get himself off the ground. Wasn't anyone going to help her? He wasn't sure he could do anything, his heart was beating so fast. Jack got up into Natalie's face and spoke loudly, "Maybe I wouldn't have to put anything in anyone's drink if you'd stop being such a cock tease and put out!"

He raised his arm up as if he were going to backhand her, but before he could manage it a guy from the crowd stopped him with a swift side kick to the gut. It was that guy who played football, the one in his government class. What is his name again? Larry? Besides football, he obviously was involved is some kind of martial arts. Perhaps he wasn't as toolish as Keiichi had first thought. Jack had fallen over, the wind knocked out of him.

Just then, John came running down the stairs. Someone must have went upstairs to get him. He was in a white wife beater, as it was pretty hot with all the people in the house. He burst into the room, positively seething. "What the fuck is going on in here? Who the fuck brought drugs into my house?"

Keiichi became suddenly afraid that John would kick him out of his house and he was high and wouldn't be able to get home. It had also just donned on him that sometimes parties just fucking sucked.

Natalie, who was still seething herself, answered him. "Alex sold something to Jack for him to put into my drink and Keiichi accidently drank it."

John's face turned bright red. It was positively frightening to see the jock fly into such a rage. "What the FUCK, guys! You guys are guests in my FUCKING house! You two better get the fuck out of here before I start busting fucking skulls!"

Alex, put his hands up and started shaking his head. "Na, man, I didn't sell it to him so he could give it to some girl. He said it was for him!"

John looked at him as if he'd said something to make his head explode. His voice was quiet yet strong with controlled rage. He enunciated every word, clear and deadly. "You. Brought. Fucking. Drugs. Into. My. Fucking. House. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Before. I. Kill. You." His eyes were wide and livid. Keiichi backed up even though he wasn't too close. He did not want to be in that motherfucker's way.

Jack and Alex quickly exited the house. No one spoke a word as the front door clicked behind them and they could hear the patter of feet running toward the main road. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Natalie crying. She was sitting on the floor, her head buried in her knees. Keiichi could see her underwear, but that seemed completely irrelevant in light of the situation so Keiichi focused his eyes elsewhere. Despite the fact that she had made him cry in the fifth grade, he really liked Natalie; should he be comforting her?

Four strong arms hoisted him to his feet. On one side there was John, in his wife beater. Keiichi could have sworn his hand grazed some sweaty pit hair. But on the other side, there was Mark. His hair was undone and it looked really soft. Keiichi rested his head on his shoulder, and when he breathed in he could smell really nice shampoo. Mark supported him while John turned on some brighter lights. Then he came back to him to look at his face.

"Yeah, he's really rolling** alright." People around the room started to murmur. Was it just him or had more people come to the party than he had first realized?

The next moment Amber and Phil were at his side. "Are you okay?" Amber put a hand to his forehead. "You're kind of warm." He could feel Mark's arms slightly stiffen around him.

"I'm scarred!" He blurted out.

He could hear murmurs of "oh, shit" from the onlookers. Amber and Phil both hugged him. He could feel tears wet the silk of his shirt where Amber had buried her face. That's funny, Amber never cries. That would make the second time I made her cry this month.

He tried to brush off his cowardice coolly. "Hey, on second thought, I'm fine. I'm just high and I need somewhere to crash." He patted Amber's silken hair and wondered if Mark's hair felt as soft. He could feel Mark's arm, still around him, holding him up, searing into him. It must be uncomfortable for him, with all these people around.

"Of course, you just need to chill for a bit," John said. "You can crash upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms on the third floor, no one will bother you there. There's a stereo up there, you can listen to music and trip out."

"Yeah, that sounds good." John led the group upstairs through the crowd of onlookers. There must have been about forty people there, and Keiichi could feel each one looking at him. At least they looked sympathetic. This would be something he could look back on and laugh about in the future, right? Unless he died. Couldn't you die from using drugs like ecstasy? Keiichi didn't know, he'd never used anything hard before. He tried not to think about it. If he started freaking out Amber might start crying again.

Keiichi could feel his heart beating faster as they climbed the last flight of stairs. He could hear John order Phil to go bring plenty of bottles of water for Keiichi to drink. He then turned to Keiichi and said, "Hey look, I'm really sorry that this happened to you under my roof, I should have laid out some ground rules when I was inviting people."

Keiichi nodded as he was led to the bed. "It's okay, at least it wasn't Natalie who got it."

He could hear someone say, "He's shivering, put him under the covers."

He was laid down on the bed and Amber tucked him in, nice and tight. "Don't worry, I'll stay here with you all night."

He shook his head, "No, you go enjoy the party, I'll be fine here by myself."

"No," she said firmly. "You need someone here to babysit you."

"She's right," John said. "Someone should stay with you."

"I'll stay." Mark's deep voice sent chills down his spine. Somehow, the thought of Mark staying here with him made him absolutely giddy.

"You see, he'll stay here and watch me. I'll be fine, honest. I'm starting to feel really good now. I want you to go have fun."

"But - " she protested. John put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, whispering in her ear that Keiichi probably didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her. She nodded. "Okay. You promise to send Mark down and tell me if you need anything, okay?"

He nodded. "Ambie?" he stopped her right as she was about to go through the door.

"Hmm?"

"I loooooooove yoooou."

She smiled at him, traces of tears still in her eyes. "I know darling, I love me too." She turned around and went back down to the party, leaving Keiichi laughing.

"She's so funny," Keiichi said, snuggling under the blankets. At the moment, Mark was completely forgotten.

"I'm going to lock the door so people don't start getting nosey. Don't open it for anyone but us, okay?" John turned on the stereo on before he left. It was more techno, which Keiichi thought was kind of nice.

Mark nodded to John as he exited. He was sitting on an armchair which was beside the bed. His eyes were averted and he looked serious in his attempt to guard him.

"John's nice," Keiichi said giddily. "Are you okay? You look kind of constipated."

"I'm fine," Mark replied stiffly, blue eyes still not meeting his.

There was a knock. "It's just me, I've got the water," Phil shouted from behind the door. Mark got up to let him in. Phil placed a six pack of bottled water on the night stand next to Keiichi, who grabbed his arm before he could go.

"Phiiiiiiil. Your so nice to me. We should hang out more often."

Surprised, Phil reddened a little. "Erg . . . yeah, that sounds good."

""I never got the chance to tell you how absolutely cool you are. I mean, I, like, totally love you, and I mean that in, like, a totally not gay sort of way." He let go of his hand.

Phil, who was somewhere between embarrassed and preening, said, "Um, thats okay. I never told you I thought you were cool too. Er . . . I love you too man. I mean . . . not like gay either."

Keiichi got suddenly serious. "I want you to keep an eye on Amber tonight. I don't want some jackass putting something in her drink."

"Okay, I will." Mark saw him to the door.

He looked startled when he turned around to see that Keiichi had tossed all the blankets off. He was really getting into the music. "What song is this, I like this, it is so completely awesome."

"It's . . . I think it's by the Grapes of Wrath. I probably have their c.d. somewhere in my car."

Keiichi' laughed. "They named themselves after Stienbeck!" He really wasn't making any sense. He was sure. He tried to change the subject. "I didn't know you liked music."

Mark smiled. Even though it was just a slight twitch of the lips, Keiichi was now certain he understood the meaning of devastating, a word that was on Miss Olsen's spelling list because several people had spelled it wrong the week before. "Yeah, well, most people do." His eyes gleamed. Devastating

I didn't know you liked music??? What the hell is wrong with me? Keiichi sat up on the bed. "I'm sorry. I'm just really high so I probably don't make much sense. Hey, there's a t.v. in here, let's watch t. v.!" He was feeling really good for some reason. "Turn the lights off."

Mark looked for the remote, which was on top of the television. He turned it to cartoons. He flicked the lights off and went to sit once again in the chair, but Keiichi stopped him. "No, here, next to me on the bed." He patted a spot next to him.

Mark sat next to him on the bed, awkwardly. Keiichi laid down on his stomach facing the t.v. Mark made to get up. "I should turn the stereo off . . . "

Keiichi stopped him by putting a hand on his thigh. He did not interpret the slight tremor he felt there. "No, no, no, just hit the mute button on the t. v. That's always trippy."***

Mark hit the mute button. Keiichi began to feel the bed-sheets with both hands. He didn't know why he was doing it, he just knew that it felt really, really good. The cartoons were bright and shiny and the music was really nice. Keiichi felt really, really happy that Mark was next to him.

Shouldn't I be mad at him? He didn't feel mad at him. Not now, anyways. He was just glad to have his attention. Hey wait, isn't he supposed to be here with someone else? Oh yeah, he'd forgotten about Sydney. He'd thought that would darken his mood, but it didn't. He liked Sydney. She was nice. He'd had fun dancing with her. He wished he hadn't of hurt her feelings by being a prude. Really, what did it matter?

His thoughts were becoming more and more disjointed. His whole body felt hot and tingly. He enjoyed the tingly, but he didn't like the hot. Irritated, he fumbled around and took his shirt off. He could see Mark visibly stiffen out of the corner of his eye. Was he thinking about him, now, like that? Keiichi shuddered. Mark had made him cum harder than he'd ever cum in his whole life. He bit his lip. The bright, glaring cartoons held no interest for him now, he was becoming very aroused. He wished, with a longing he had never before thought possible, that Mark would touch him now. He wanted to feel his hands caressing his back, rubbing lower and lower. He wanted . . .

He raked his hair with his hands, this would never do. He wanted Mark to kiss him, but he had never kissed him before, not on the lips. Did Mark even want to kiss him? What would Mark do if Keiichi kissed him now, here, like this? They were in a closed room together. Alone. The urge for Keiichi to touch and be touched by the one sitting next to him was staggering. He was glad he was still turned on his stomach, hiding his ever tightening erection.

He couldn't help it. He felt like he was burning up, and it wasn't from the heat. He angled himself so his head was in Mark's lap and turned on his back so he was staring up at him. Mark stiffened, obviously uncomfortable, but Keiichi didn't care. "Marcus?" he asked, in a dreamy, spaced out tone.

"Mm?" The blond teen's voice was nearly just a cackle in his throat.

"Do you ever kiss Sydney?"

Mark backed up a little, supporting his weight onto his arms, his cold blue eyes scanning Keiichi's face. " . . . Sometimes." Keiichi thought his eyes were unfathomable.

"But you've never kissed me." Keiichi felt another tremor go through the thigh which was now beneath his ear. "Not on the lips, anyways." Mark had been startled, and was now obviously embarrassed. Keiichi looked up at him, trying to be seductive. "It would be okay, you know."

"What would be okay?" Mark inquired huskily.

Keiichi new he was doing something he wouldn't normally do, giving in to something that was probably sick, wrong and demeaning, but strangely and Earth shatteringly exciting. He knew it was the drug, that this was an amazing high, but strangely, that didn't matter. It was something that was a need deep within him; he felt that if that need didn't swell and burst, he would die. "If you wanted to take advantage of me now, I wouldn't mind."

Mark's countenance looked strained in the light of the flashing television. He took Keiichi's face in his hands, brushing delicate temples with his thumbs, searching glazed brown eyes with worried blue. "Your heart is beating too fast. Are you rolling too hard? We might have to take you to a hospital."

Keiichi got off the bed and stood up. "I don't want to go to the hospital." He got back on the bed, this time straddling Mark. Mark's eyes went wide as Keiichi leaned in to kiss him, pressing his lips to his. He licked Mark's lips with his tongue. The other teen was unresponsive, although he didn't deny him access into his mouth. Keiichi tightened his grip on Mark's shoulders and touched Mark's tongue with his. Keiichi could feel with his fingertips and the tip of his tongue the sudden thudding of Mark's heart, he could feel Mark feel as if his throat had just dropped into his groin.

Keiichi strongly stroked Mark's tongue with his own, this time also grinding his his hips into him, roughly rubbing Mark's erection with his own. The feeling of being restrained inside his pants was exquisite and at the same time tortuous. He could feel each and every individual strand of thread in the cloth of his pants rub and stimulate his overly sensitized nerve endings.

Mark, whose heart Keiichi could feel beating out of control, made an incoherent grunting noise in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Keiichi tightly. The limp, quivering tongue finally responded with desperate, pressing urgency. Keiichi found himself rolled onto his back, Mark's groin pressing into his. Mark's tongue lapped at the inner lining of his mouth, tasting him, going in deep and making him moan.

They made out, kissing, touching, and grinding against each other. Keiichi felt as he'd never felt before, like this was it, this was the moment he'd been waiting for all of his life.

Mark laced their hands together, pressing Keiichi's arms into the mattress, finally holding him his willing captive. Keiichi's legs were spread and bent, heels up in the air. Mark lifted his head and looked into the other boy's lust glazed eyes, watching him while he moved his hips against him rhythmically. Keiichi moaned, never breaking eye contact. "Marcus," he whispered.

Mark's hands left his to stroke his exposed chest and neck, bending it so as to give his mouth the proper access. Keiichi couldn't believe how good it felt to have his neck suckled on. He couldn't help but breathe hard, panting as Mark licked, kissed, sucked and bit him. Mark's weight was on him as he moved lower, giving his collar bone the same attention.
Keiichi was shaking, groaning Mark's name over and over again under his breath.

He licked down lower, until he reached the peak of Keiichi's dark, erect nipple, going over the small nub with his tongue. The other boy went wild, biting back a cry and grinding his hips against his tormenter. "M - Marcus! Please! I . . . I need . . . "

He wrapped his arms around Mark's neck and whispered what he needed in the teen's ear. There was a brief pause as Mark's breathing hitched and stopped, and then all hell broke loose as he tried to get them undressed as quickly as humanly possible. He only managed to unbuckle, unbutton and unzip before Keiichi stopped him, saying "That's fine, just do it now."

Keiichi's pants were barely off, slid down just enough for tight, easy access, and Mark's were down just enough to get all the proper parts out. Keiichi's legs were lifted over Mark's shoulders in a pose that would have been really painful to anyone less limber. His hands shook as he tried to position himself, his concentration being sorely tested by Keiichi's whines of "Oh, God! Please . . . just put it in." All thoughts of lube and preparation were lost in the resulting frenzy.

Mark cursed under his breath, not sure if he'd even be able to make it in. With Keiichi's pants in the way, he couldn't really be too sure of what was happening down there. His breath hitched when he felt warm tightness engulf the head of his trembling member and he heard Keiichi sigh, "It's in . . . "

Mark groaned as he slid himself all the way inside, but he was shushed by Keiichi, who surprisingly still had enough sanity to remind him that there were people downstairs. As quiet and as gently as possible, he tried to slide himself in and out without rocking the bed too much. But it was hard, nearly impossible to maintain control when his partner was arching into his every thrust, urging him on with parted lips that begged for more.

Keiichi, who felt the pressure building inside of him, couldn't help reaching down to touch himself. Mark thought he was going to explode right then and there, and reached down to touch Keiichi's face, thinking that by doing so he could somehow ground himself. He was wrong, however. His lover's mouth opened, taking his thumb inside and sucking it intimately.

Mark's rhythm turned into uneven spastic thrusting as his gut clenched in painful grip of his desire. The guests downstairs were the only thing keeping Mark from throwing caution to the wind and ramming the fuck out of him. Instead, he took his thumb from Keiichi's mouth and moved in strong, shaky but controlled thrusts. But it was so hard to keep control when the one beneath him was touching himself and looking up at him with glassy half lidded eyes.

Keiichi suddenly whimpered, one hand reaching up to touch Mark's body. "Mark . . . Marcus . . . " he whispered. His whole body trembled and tightened. White fluid started oozing from his tip even before he knew his orgasm had hit him. His hand gripped and squeezed the flesh of Mark's side. "I . . . I love you!" Fluid spilled everywhere as he uttered these final, astronomical, emotion filled words.

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*Sextasy: Ecstasy that has been mixed with Viagra. VERY BAD FOR YOU.

**Rolling: Another word for tripping, this word is usually used with drugs like ecstasy. DRUGS ARE BAD, DONTT DO THEM.

***Watching TV with the sound off and the radio on: Something high people do. DON'T DO DRUGS.

A/N: Does Keiichi mean it or is it just the drugs talking? Will he regret what he said in the morning?? Does Mark have feelings for Keiichi or is he just using him for his own kinky ends??? *cue drama music* Find out all this and more next chapter!

Hmm, this may be the last attempt I make at a semi fluffy love scene for this story. Maybe I'll add one or two next chapter. I'll think about it, no promises. But there will be plenty of kinky, angsty, perverted and maybe even more than a little psychotic man sex in future chapters. Good things are coming soon! (No pun intended.)

Once again, drugs are bad! Stay in school and stay out of the drinks of others! Sextasy is REALLY bad for your heart, don't try it! Don't do even ecstasy just because you read this story. Trust me, I have taken it and NEARLY DIED. Learn from my mistakes and DON"T DO IT!!!

And now for my apologetic answers to the reviews. Some of have more than one because they are backlogged several chapters and from last year. Did I accidently erase some answers I gave in previous chapters when editing? Ch 4 is the last chapter I answered back, I could have sworn I did 5, but maybe I did it on the computer and forgot to save . . .

madlodger: Yes, chapter 3 was my first slash scene ever. Thanks for the praise. Sorry about your keyboard, hope it is not ruined. I don't think Mark knew Keiichi was a virgin, and I think he did think Keiichi enjoyed it because he was kinda crazy at the time. Mark's not strait. And he is obsessed with Keiichi which will be discussed in chapter 8. Also in that chapter you will find out what Mark was thinking after the chapter 3 incident.

Niiro_Yuuyake: I'll try to update more! It won't end, no matter how long it takes me!

Stank You: Sorry, trying to update more.

miles: Mark is rather bastardish, isn't he? Is it love or lust? Find out in chapter 8!

lin: Thank you. I was trying stay away from candy coating things in chapter 4.

o2xquisite: Thanks. Mark will get nicer, but will he stay that way?

Bloody-Tear: Thanks, I'll try to update more.

Holly: Thanks, I am somewhat sick and demented, although not as sick or demented as the characters in my story. I can be fun when I'm not being reclusive and antisocial.

rara: Thanks, I'll try to update faster to satisfy your curiosity.

RAVEN: I sure hope you didn't drown in my lack of updates!

dragonfire04: I'll try to update more!

Bookworm51485: I think you may be disappointed. Sorry, didn't mean to drive you nuts. My theory is Keiichi may be kind of sick himself. But Keiichi still may find someone else yet . . .

Anon 06-29-07: Thanks, I'll try!

Stank You: Yeah, Mark is an SOB. I get distracted too easy.

Vandalizer86: Trust me, it gets more sadistic.

irinutza: Thanks. Mark's aggression is not to a lot of other people's taste either.

Messener91: Thanks, I will.

shiden: Thanks, I'll try to post more regularly. This last hiatus was just ridiculous. Looking forward to more reviews if you are still reading.

lili: Thanks. I try to make Amber and Keiichi's interactions as cute and funny as possible. But beware! Their friendship may be tested in future chapters . . .

Kahill: Yes!

Anon 07-25-07: Thanks. You'll see if Mark loves him in chapter 8.

lili: Thanks, I hope to have more chapters out soon.

miles: Thanks, I'll keep trying to put chapters out!

Aleks: Thanks! I will update soon!

lili: I'm glad you were happy with the update.

Stank You: Thanks, I hope you were excited about the update this time too!

Katie: No, it's not messed up that you want Mark and Keiichi to go out. Okay, so it might be a little. But that's why we're here, isn't it???

naviarex: I love that word, distinguished. More coming soon!

shadow: Yay! Thank you.

Anon 10-28-07: I know . . .

miles: Hope you enjoyed the party!

J.A: Thank you. Sorry to make you wait so long.

Aleks: Thanx, I'll try to work on the chapter length.

miles: Thank you, I like Amber too. You were right about Jack and now we know why. Teehee, I love Dr. Marcus!

Paputza: Sorry, I have unhealthy love of italics and cannot give them up at this time, I'm editing and checking each chapter more thoroughly to make sure it doesn't happen again. Lolz! Black panther racism! Sorry to anyone who has blue eyes, I didn't mean it that way.

shadow: I'm so, so sorry about your sister.

naviarex: Thanks. When I wanted to do this cliché theme I was wondering how in the world I was going to make it worth reading. Thanks for the advice about the doctors. Physically I'm doing much better now. Taking down my journal though, I've become afraid that someone will recognize me and find out my pen name and tell everybody I write kinky slash stories!

Sekre: Thanks, sorry the update wasn't fast at all this time.

Anon 11-2-07: Sorry! I hope you got some answers this time, but I suppose I raised even more questions . . .

RA: Thank you, that review made my day. Sorry about the bated breath though, if you really had held it you probably would be dead by now with my lack of updates.

rara, ;-) Hope you liked this latest chapter!

Anon 11-03-07: Coconuts are awesome. I feel better now. It's horrible people actually do things like drug drinks. Remember all, guys and girls alike, watch your drinks!

shiden: Sorry for the lack of updates and also sorry that Michael's next chapter is still far away! Maybe I can try to do some fanservice and squeeze him in somewhere . . .

lili: Thank you. I love drunken karaoke, it's so much fun.

sstt: Thank you. Sorry you had to wait so long to read more.

SODA: Mark got him alright. But the question is, does he have Mark? Sorry for lack of updates, rock on.

Zuka: Thank you, I'll try to update more frequently.

bambi4real: I hope this last chapter settled your curiosity.

elly: Tank you. Michael's role in the story is still chapters and chapters away, but since so many of you are Michael fans, I'm going to try to put a scene or two with him in somewhere sometime soon.

Stank You: Yes, yes it does. ;-D

CoolBlue: I do feel better, thanks and thanks.

Evensong: Now you know, sorry it took so long.

asolaiiy: Thank you. Yes, he is sadistic . . . I wonder why half the stuff I write contains such sadistic stuff?

dragon04: Sorry for lack of updates, hope this chapter makes you feel better.

Anon 3-30-08: Sorry!

Anon 4-10-08: Okay, okay!

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