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Rated M for a reason. :D


The street of Red Sand was like a scene from a gourmet's fantasy.

Situated at the back of the Suna theatre, it was filled to the brim with quaint, old-fashioned shops, all of which sold the most delectable treats. They had patterned windows, with silver bells above their doors, and their bricks were a mixture of pink, red, and ochre. Together they held a lovely, child-like charm, one that had become rare in the modern age.

All manner of desserts were on display; donuts and jam tarts, yumyums and chocolate rolls, ice-cream and freshly-baked cookies...

It was enough to make Willy Wonka green with envy.

A new arrival stood at the very end of the street, a brand-new swinging sign hanging above the threshold. The light of the morning sun played across its surface.

A candy shop.

Its glass front was filled with jars, all of which were crammed full of sweets. There were dolly mixtures, lemon drops, lollipops, gummy bears, and a plethora of chocolate goodies. Any customer would be undoubtedly spoilt for choice; it had every sugary gem in existence.

The blonde owner of the establishment stood behind the low counter, obsessively fiddling with a lollipop display. He went by the name of Iwa Deidara and he had moved to Red Sand in search of better business; his previous town, Konoha, had lacked a sweet tooth. Here, however, there would be plenty of clients to serve and some strong competition to match. Though he hadn't yet spoken directly to any of the other sellers, he already hated most of them.

Itachi was the owner of the bakery across the street and his cakes were severely overrated. Then there was Pein, the popcorn proprietor; his goods were so delicious that people didn't give a damn about the number of piercings he had...

Deidara felt his pulse quicken with rage.

'Hmph.'

He'd blow them all away, that was for sure. Today was his first day of being open to the public and he expected to be flooded with visitors at any second. How could he not be? The previous shop owner, Orochimaru, had moved away months ago, leaving a lugubrious gap in the street.

Everyone would be glad to see it filled.

Suddenly, a cheery bell chime was heard as a group of people entered the shop. They looked to be a young family; a father with blond hair, a mother with white eyes, and two young children of the same description.

Deidara smiled warmly at them. A welcoming attitude was a huge part of earning sales.

'Hello there, hm. How may I help you?'

Luckily the rest of the day continued in this fashion.

The candy shop was never completely vacant, not even for a moment. There was always someone inside; be it a hungry child, a peckish adolescent, or an adult looking for a taste of nostalgia. Jazzies proved to be surprisingly popular, along with fudge, bonbons, and jelly beans.

In fact, Deidara had such a hard time keeping up with all the orders that by the end of the day he was thoroughly exhausted.

He pulled up an old wooden chair and collapsed behind the counter. His long, shimmering hair, the exact shade of butterscotch, hung down his back and over his flushed face. He could only just lift his head enough to see the light of the setting sun outside. He was completely shattered.

It was worth it though.

A smirk snuck onto his face as he glanced at his earnings; the money was piled high beneath the counter, like a mini treasure trove. Never before had he felt so rich; for the first time in his life, he actually considered getting a cash register...

'Excuse me? Mr. Candy-seller?'

Deidara's cobalt eyes flicked upwards, widening slightly when he saw who had spoken.

Standing before him, all alone, was a young boy, possibly a teenager.

The first thing that Deidara registered was how incredibly short he was; he couldn't have been more than five feet tall.

His skin seemed to be made of soft, white marshmellow, and his hair was redder than a pair of juicy, gummy lips. His eyes were beautiful as well; they were deep and cocoa, like pools of melted Lindt chocolate.

The outfit was questionable though; a pair of strapped coral shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't right for someone his age to wear something so childish.

He looked like jailbait.

Nevertheless, Deidara sat to attention. No matter how odd or candy-like a customer looked, he or she still needed to be served with respect.

'Can I help you, hm?' he asked, gently.

He didn't quite get the reaction he'd been expecting.

The boy strolled up to the counter as though he'd been in the shop his entire life. He leaned on it, crossing his legs and making the bulge in shorts appear more prominent. His voice was raspy and coy. 'Yes, you can...'

Deidara blinked. He shrunk back a bit, finding those laughing, mocha orbs very disconcerting. They seemed not only to look down on him, but through him and within him at the same time. It was peculiar and appealing, and he couldn't look away.

'Well...what would you like?' he asked, quietly. 'Nougat is quite popular at the moment...or perhaps liquorice, hm?'

The boy sucked in his cheeks, narrowing his eyes in deep thought. Then he daintily pointed to the jar of lollipops that sat on the counter. 'May I have one of those?' he asked, in a very sultry tone.

Deidara raised an eyebrow.

He reached out, silently plucking one of the lollipops with his thumb and index finger. As he passed it over the counter, he still found himself unable to escape the boy's heavy-lidded eyes. On the outside they appeared so naive and innocent, but now he saw them up close.

They were the eyes of a slutty lothario, a devilish little angel with an insatiable appetite for sex. The boy was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Deidara swallowed thickly. 'Uh...that'll be...'

Before he could utter the price, the redhead slid his payment across the counter with seductive slowness. The money made a scratching sound as it passed over the furnished wood. He smiled, pouting his lips a little in the process. 'Thank you so much...'

Deidara's throat tightened and all of a sudden his mouth felt very dry. He felt thirsty and he licked his lips on impulse. He could only stop and stare as his customer peeled the lollipop open with delicate fingers, as if it were a flower.

The confectionary happened to be strawberry flavour, a rich red in colour, and the boy swirled his pink tongue around it, relishing the sweetness. His saliva glistened and he moaned as he gave the tip a soft, wet kiss.

His chest heaved.

'Hum...a-ah...'

The sight sent waves of arousal through Deidara's being, all the way down to his manhood, and he felt a warm throbbing in his abdomen. His body was calling out, begging to take advantage of the situation. He chewed his bottom lip and stared straight ahead. He had to keep his mind on track; people didn't buy from perverts.

He reached up, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

'Is there...uh...anything else you n-need, hm?'

The boy hummed and ran his lollipop over his pert lips, coating them. Then he pouted and placed two fingers against his mouth, kissing them with a loud "mwah" sound. In one swift move, he reached out and used those fingers to teasingly tap Deidara's lips.

'Not yet,' he whispered, cheekily.

Deidara shot backwards as though he'd been burned.

His cheeks glowed a bright scarlet and he screwed his eyes shut, wrinkling his nose in distaste. His lips felt wonderfully tingly and the sensation trickled all the way down to his toes. It was like some sort of happy drug.

He opened his eyes and watched, spellbound, as the cherry-haired hottie went to leave the shop. His shorts weren't very modest; they were high-riding and revealed a great deal of his snowy thighs, which were delightfully plump compared to the rest of his body. The bell gave a happy jingle as he stepped over the threshold, a skip in his step.

As soon as he was gone, Deidara practically melted in his chair.

A huge grin spread across his face; he felt like a lovestruck Disney cartoon, though in this case love had very little to do with it. This was potent, point-blank lust.

'Holy shit, hm...holy fucking shit...'

He quickly looked down to see if a tent had formed in his trousers. Fortunately, he'd managed to quell his desires this time; any longer though and he would've had a raging hard-on.

Who was that kid? Was he always around? Did he live nearby? ...Was he interested?

Whoever he was, Deidara couldn't stop thinking about him for the rest of the evening, even after he'd closed the store. The li'l cutie's touch still lingered on his lips; Deidara could taste his strawberry essence.

He wanted more. Oh he wanted so much more.

In fact, it served as an incentive to get up the next morning, more so than the money. Red Sand was a goldmine but Deidara's thoughts could never remain anchored to that fact. They had a tendency to drift; no matter who he served, part of him would still be fantasising about the flirty, doll-like angel.

At around five in the evening, just before closing time, a piece of paper slipped underneath the door of his shop. Without the bell it took him a good fifteen minutes to register it's presence and, when he finally did, he picked it up. It was partially crumpled, with a few torn corners, and he could barely make out what was written on it. The words had been scribbled with a blunt pencil and it wasn't the neatest of communications.

Welcome to Red Sand, newbie.

Don't make the same mistake as us.

Deidara's brow furrowed and he pulled the paper flatter with his thumbs, in the hope that the message would become clearer. It didn't; the words remained just as messy and cryptic as before. He turned it over in his hands, searching for the names of the senders.

He found none.

'Jeez, hm,' he muttered, wandering behind the counter and plopping into his chair.

He held it up, scrutinising it from various angles. The sunlight from outside shone through it, highlighting the graphite markings. For a brief moment, Deidara's eyes wandered a little to the right and he caught sight of a man standing outside.

He had silvery-hair, with a slick cut and a droopy grin. His eyes were pinker than raspberries and his teeth were a pearly white. Deidara instantly recognised him as Hidan, the candyfloss vendor. He was notoriously foul-mouthed and a well-known prankster, making him popular with rowdy teens.

He darted away when he saw he'd been spotted, like snake slithering back into the undergrowth.

Deidara growled and grit his teeth. He screwed the paper up and promptly dropped it in the small bin beneath the counter. It was obviously a joke; he was only twenty and that lack of experience made him an easy target. The others didn't take him seriously.

He huffed and folded his arms across his chest, which was puffed out due to indignation.

'Someone looks very tense...'

Deidara sat bolt upright, electrified. He looked around hurriedly, his eyes resting on the object of his daydreams.

The boy had the same pale complexion and the same ruby-red hair, along with the same suggestive outfit. He stood in a demure pose, a finger to his lips and his upper body thrust forward.

A lump rose to Deidara's throat and his heart skipped a beat. That time he hadn't even heard the bell.

'Y-you...hm...'

The boy gave a titter and sashayed closer, rolling his hips. He leaned over the counter and shimmied his shoulders. 'Me,' he whispered, playfully. 'I've come for another lollipop, Mr. Candy-seller.'

Deidara's hand automatically jumped to fulfill the request, diving into the lollipop jar and taking the first one within grabbing distance. He passed it to the boy without a second thought and didn't even ask for payment.

'Uh...w-what did you say your name was again, hm?' he asked, trying his best to be casual.

Sasori unwrapped his lollipop in a nonchalant fashion, seemingly oblivious to the other male's interest. He ran his tongue over the sweet, and in the most titillating of ways.

'I don't believe I ever told you,' he purred. 'It's Sasori...'

'Aha...'

Sasori gave a quiet laugh and twirled the lollipop around his fingers, before abruptly plunging it into his mouth and sucking harshly, his cheeks hollowed.

'Mmm...mmm...'

Deidara inhaled sharply and he felt a pleasant sensation bubble up down below. His brain quickly reverted to its basic urges.

On impulse, he reached out and took hold of Sasori's wrist, tugging him closer. The boy came willingly, his lips curving into artful smile, and he gave an overly dramatic gasp as Deidara pulled him across the counter.

Time seemed to freeze. It was almost as if the candy shop had become isolated from the rest of the world, a little pocket of nothingness.

Deidara could hear his own heart beating. He wasn't entirely sure why he had resorted to grabbing; that was so primitive and needy.

Still...

He placed his mouth next to the redhead's ear.

'Listen, I know you're up to something, hm. I'm right, aren't I?'

Sasori hummed nonchalantly, pursing his lips in fake innocence. Instead of struggling, he licked Deidara's cheek with the tip of his tongue.

'Smart boy,' he purred.

Deidara's eyes grew wide. He hadn't been expecting such a fast admission, but oh good Lord, that tongue felt so silky and divine. His hold tightened.

This was dangerous territory now. He did a quick check to make sure no one was outside the shop, before lowering his volume.

'Why don't you quit fucking about and get to the point, hm? What do you want?'

'I'll tell you...if you let go of me. Don't get me wrong; I like dominance, but you're being very...ah...rough...'

Deidara let go instantly. Colour rushed to his face and he couldn't help feeling a bit flustered.

'W-what? I...I d-don't...how-'

'Oh Mr. Candy-seller,' breathed Sasori, his eyes flashing. 'I know you're not that innocent. Admit it; you've been looking. You like it...'

Deidara's breath hitched. The kid could read him like a book!

Sasori's lips curved upwards into an imprudent grin. 'Oho, so you have been having dirty thoughts? Say,' he mused, running a fingertip along the counter. 'Why don't we do something about that? After all, sugar and spice go hand in hand...'

He looked up, his eyes locking with Deidara's.

'And I'm so tired of lollipops. Can you give me something better to suckle? Pretty please?'

By now, Deidara was having a difficult time thinking clearly. The perverted portion of his mind was slowly taking over; he could scarcely believe what was happening.

This had to be some kind of trap.

It had to be.

But those big, fluttering mocha eyes were so damn sexy...

Deidara's eyes shot downwards, and his blush deepened when he noticed a large bulge had formed at the front of his trousers. His aching cock pressed against the fabric, desperate to be free, desperate to fuck something.

Sasori craned his neck, chuckling when he noticed the elder male's arousal. 'Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?'

Embarrassed, Deidara curled his lip and growled. He reached over and grabbed the redhead by the neckline of his shirt.

'How old are you?' he hissed, hotly.

Sasori's eyes glinted mischievously. 'Sixteen.'

Deidara clenched his jaw.

It took him approximately two seconds to decide his next course of action.

He let go of Sasori and made his way around the counter, walking over to the entrance of the shop. Once there, he flipped the sign so that it read; closed. He then pulled down the blinds, shielding the store from the outside world.

Thin strips of sunlight passed through the wooden slats, highlighting Sasori's tricksy smile. He licked his lips and beckoned Deidara over with a single finger, roughly pinning the man back against the counter.

He felt no shame in hooking a slim leg around his prey's waist.

'So tell me, Mr. Candy-seller, have you ever had sex in a sweet shop?'

Deidara's face flushed at the sudden boldness and he gulped. His hands latched onto the counter behind him. He didn't now how to respond to that.

'I...I...uh...I n-never...'

Sasori chuckled and pecked the tip of his nose. 'Oh you're so adorable,' he said, grabbing a can of whipped cream from the counter. 'It makes me want you even more...'

'W-want me?'

Sasori hummed and sunk to his knees, kneeling in front of the blonde's sensitive package. He cupped it, curling his fingers and rubbing underneath. 'Mmm...I can just tell you're going to be delicious...and so big too...'

Deidara bit his lip, a husky groan tearing from his throat. His face was now completely red and sweat had started to bead on his forehead. He hunched himself over, digging his nails into the counter.

He screwed his eyes shut when felt Sasori undo his belt, his trousers pooling around his ankles.

His boxers were then pulled down partway, just enough to expose his erect cock. Droplets of pre-cum seeped from the blooming head, running down the underside of his member like little diamonds.

Sasori wet his lips. He looked as though he were being offered a slice of tart or an ice-cream sundae. 'Mmm...'

Deidara opened one eye and glared down at him. 'I hope you know what you're getting into, hm,' he whispered, darkly.

His rationality was gradually slipping away, piece by piece. He had never been very strong-willed when it came to sex, hence the reason he'd closed the shop in the first place. He gasped when he felt the boy's fingers squeeze his shaft, holding it steady, and he watched as the cream was brought into play.

Sasori placed the tip of the can over the blonde's quivering cock and an airy sound was heard as he coated the member, all the way up to the damp, golden curls and underneath with a flicked finish.

It looked as though Deidara's junk had been covered with a fluffy, white cloud.

And Sasori wasted no time in cleaning it up.

He lapped slowly at the head of his partner's dick, smearing cream over the slit. As he did so, he gathered the beads of pre-cum, which came away in glistening strands.

Deidara looked down on him with salacious eyes, captivated by the performance. His expression was one of strained euphoria; it felt so sinful and dirty. He raked his teeth across his lower lip and roughly fisted a tuft of scarlet hair.

'S-Sasori...hm...ah...oh...'

The redhead scooted closer, greedily deep-throating the creamy cock. His lips were darker, covered with saliva, and he tilted his head to suckle the underside. It was actually quite passionate, as though he were kissing a long-lost lover.

He moaned when he felt Deidara begin to rock into him.

The blonde moved his hips slowly and steadily, shamelessly throat-fucking the smaller male. The idea of stopping couldn't be any further from his mind. He was in heaven.

'Sasori...I think...ah...I'm a-about to...'

Hearing his plea, Sasori allowed his teeth to graze the taut skin, ever-so-slightly.

It was all that was needed.

Deidara bit back a husked groan and, with one final thrust, he filled his partner's mouth.

Sasori withdrew instantly, a thread of saliva following him. He fell back onto the floor of the shop, his mouth hanging open in pants. Cum was smeared across the lower half of his face and all over his hot, pink tongue. He had swallowed most of it.

He laughed hazily. 'Aha...oh Mr. Candy-seller...it must've been a while for you...ha...'

But Deidara could hardly hear a thing. He'd fallen back against the counter, arms splayed and head back, riding out his orgasm like there was no tomorrow. His honey-coloured hair stuck to his forehead.

'Uhh...'

His limp penis could still be seen hanging over his stained boxers, thinly coated in a blend of cream, cum, and saliva.

It had been too long since he had known this type of pleasure. Far too long. For the first time in his life, he was glad he'd given in to temptation. He didn't give a damn about Sasori's age, or about how unhygienic it was to fuck in a candy shop.

He opened one eye just in time to see Sasori pouncing on the counter.

With one swift arm movement, the boy cleared a sizeable space. Jars fell with an awful crash, scattering sweets everywhere; the floor became a minefield of toffees, bonbons, and lollipops. Sasori climbed onto the counter, eagerly shedding his tight shorts and casting them across the room. His shirt and underwear soon followed, until he was left completely naked, legs splayed on the wood.

He too had become aroused; his weeping cock stood against his midriff, his balls bobbing with every twitch of his hips.

It was a marvellous display, one that Deidara couldn't look away from. His manhood throbbed and he felt himself harden once more.

'S-Sasori?'

The redhead swished his tongue around his lips and snatched up a bottle of strawberry sauce. Unlike everything else, that had only been knocked on its side.

Deidara stared in awe as Sasori generously lathered himself in the sugary liquid. It dripped over his pale chest in sticky rivulets, coating his nipples, and some of it even reached his privates.

'You...ah...have a sweet tooth, don't you, Mr. Candy-seller?' he asked, breathlessly.

Indeed he did.

Deidara unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the ground, along with his boxers. He eagerly slid himself between Sasori's thighs, propping the redhead's legs onto his hips to allow for a good angle. The head of his dick pressed against the boy's puckered entrance and the tight ring of muscle flexed wantonly in response.

Deidara groaned and buried his face in Sasori's shoulder, lapping up as much of the strawberry sauce as possible. It tasted unbelievably sweet, and it came with the redhead's own, unique flavour. It was addictive; he wanted to devour it. He wanted to gobble up every last portion of the boy, to own him entirely.

'Sasori...hm...ah...oh Sasori...'

He felt something snap around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy French kiss. Sasori had found a rope of cherry liquorice, the large, thick kind, and he was now using it as a tether.

Their tongues massaged each other, tasting and exploring and exchanging saliva, and their chests pressed tightly together.

'Fuck me,' whispered Sasori, between kisses. 'Do it now...aha...please...fill me...'

As soon as he had breathed this command, he felt something big and hard slide past his barrier. He shuddered as he sunk down onto his partner's cock, the leftover cream acting as lubrication. It filled him completely and he relaxed his muscles, welcoming it.

The liquorice fell from his grasp.

'Oh yes...oh yes...'

Deidara nibbled his partner's shoulder affectionately. He knew the redhead wasn't a virgin - his blowjobs were too good for that - but adjustment time was still needed. After all, this little romp could full-well blossom into a relationship, or something of that nature.

It was difficult for him to control himself though; he was already buried in the boy's tight, wet heat.

He hissed when he felt a set of sharp nails pierce his back, and he smooched Sasori's rosy cheek.

'Hey, hm...not so rough, baby...'

Sasori sent him glare. It was quite icy given the circumstances. 'Just...ah...get on with it...don't make me wait...'

'Haha...okay...calm down, sweetheart, hm...'

Sasori opened his mouth to retort but all that emerged was a strangled whimper. Deidara had started to thrust, impaling him repeatedly. A squishy, slapping sound was heard as they ruthlessly fucked against the counter, rattling the jars and knocking over a collection of boiled sweets.

Sasori tangled his fingers in his partner's long hair.

'Oh...more...give me more...please...ah...'

Husked grunts fell from Deidara's mouth, his hips pounding at a steady rhythm. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat and his heartbeat was ringing in his ears. It wasn't long before he hit his partner's "special" place, and he listened as Sasori gave a particularly loud coo of pleasure.

'Yes...there! O-oh! There!'

'Alright, baby...hmph...ha...you like it there...hmph...'

Deidara focused on hitting the same spot over and over again, his cock plunging in and out of his new lover. It felt glorious to hear the boy cry out for him, begging to be filled.

His manhood pulsed and he bit his lip.

'S-Sasori...I'mma...ah...cum...hm...'

'Cum then,' rasped Sasori. 'Cum...ha...'

He clenched his muscles one more time, nudging Deidara over the edge. The blonde moaned lowly, releasing his seed and filling the smaller male to the brim. Sasori's body trembled and he gave a euphoric moan as he came, his warm load washing over their chests and dripping downwards.

He tilted his head back and his eyes fluttered.

'Oh yes...yes...ohh...'

Deidara collapsed forward, dropping his partner's legs and resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. Stars flew past his vision and heavy breaths pushed past his swollen lips.

'Oh shit, hm...oh shit...'

He felt Sasori's fingers weave themselves into his long hair, caressing gently and expressing gratitude.

'Oh Mr. Candy-seller...that was...wonderful...'

Deidara's eyes slipped shut and he mumbled something incoherent. He nuzzled the crook of the boy's neck, licking every now and then to cement what little feelings he'd already shown. He slid his hands around the redhead's lithe waist, gently rubbing his sides.

'Mmm...Sasori...hm...'

Sasori chuckled and curled a lock of golden hair around his finger. 'Stay inside me...please...just a little longer...'

Deidara nodded offhandedly. He was too busy tasting his new lover to even think about withdrawing. Besides, Sasori was so warm and moist around his softening member.

It was only when he caught sight of the floor that his mind finally caught up with his body. His produce was littered everywhere, as though someone had sewn together a carpet of candy. A great deal of money had just been thrown in the trash and it would take forever to clean up.

This didn't bother him as much as he'd thought though. After all, he believed he had earned something a lot better in the process, something priceless.

A boyfriend.

'When...when can I see you again, hm?' he asked, quietly, giving a playful nip to Sasori's earlobe.

'Ah...maybe...maybe next week-'

'How about sooner? Tomorrow? Please...'

Sasori sucked in his lips. 'Ooh...I'd love to but...'

Deidara pulled back to look him in the eye. He stroked the boy's cheek with his thumb. 'But, hm?'

'I'm seeing Itachi...'

Deidara's heart stopped. His blood turned to ice. 'I-Itachi, hm?' he asked, incredulously, hoping for an explanation.

Sasori nodded carelessly and gave a dreamy sigh. 'The bakery owner...oh, his donuts are so perfect...'

Deidara opened his mouth to speak but Sasori smooshed his lips together with a slender finger.

'But don't worry. He can't hold a candle to your lollipop...'

'M-my lollipop?'

Sasori pecked the tip of his nose. 'You know what I mean, big boy...'

Deidara's heart sank. He stared into the boy's eyes, searching desperately for the love that wasn't there. He couldn't find even a mere speck of adoration. Sasori didn't feel a thing towards him on a personal level. Not a damn thing. His cunning, cocoa eyes held nothing but the same mischievous glint as before, the same never-ending libido.

'B-but...'

'And then after that I have to visit Hidan...oh how I love his candyfloss...and then Kakuzu; he has the best ice-cream...so rich and smooth...and Pein knows how much I like butter popcorn...'

Deidara gawked at him in horror. 'B-but I thought...uh...'

Sasori batted his eyelashes and his voice switched to a cruel, prickly tone. 'You thought what, Mr. Candy-seller?'

Deidara looked at him with dull eyes, silent and miserable. Now he understood; he'd been played like a harp from the very beginning. He was merely an addition to a collection of other men, another notch on the belt and another shiny trophy on the shelf of Red Sand.

The worst part was the fact that he knew he couldn't pull away. He was stuck now, squirming like a fly in a spider's web. He'd tasted Sasori's poison and he simply couldn't let go; the boy was too perfect, and a hell of a good fuck.

Just like the rest, he'd made a mistake and now he was trapped.

'I...I look forward to next week, hm,' he mumbled, weakly.

A bitter smile graced Sasori's sweet lips.

'Don't worry; you'll always be my favourite. Now please, get your dick out of my ass.'


I was inspired to write this after hearing the song 'Candy From a Stranger' by Myah Marie. And I've been craving dolly mixtures lately. XD

A huge thank you to mangachiaki for looking this over for me! Couldn't have done this without your swagilicious skillz, bruh! *Hugs* X3

I hope you enjoyed. :D Love you all! Mwah! X3