Authors Note:

For the twentieth chapter, I decided to regal you with what is probably a horribly written lime.

Also for CielSynema, who was my only reviewer from the hundreds of Ghost Readers I have. I hope this doesn't disappoint you too much!

And yes, I plan to try and write lemons for most characters. May not happen, but I'll try!

"Hajime-kuuuun~"

"A-ahhnn.. _-chan.. this is e-entirely improper..!"

She grinned up at him, hands pinning his hips down as he shifted beneath her on the tatami mats. His face was splashed darkly with color, and with a groan he let his head fall back onto the floor. His lips were parted slightly, breath coming in shorts pants.

It was completely adorable, how hard he tried to stay quiet and how horribly he did at it.

"Hajime-kun, it's kinda too late to say that now."

She slithered up his body quickly, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. He ached to reach up and touch her in a way that was unknown to him, but for some reason he seemed unable. She hovered over him tantalizingly, leaning down to brush her lips against his in a way that really didn't satisfy any of his desires before she was gone again, slipping back down to his waist.

When she darts her tongue out to taste him again his world blurs at the edges, and his vision turns brighter and confusing. It's a scary sensation for someone who had never felt it before, but her fingers on his thighs keep him grounded.

He's not entirely sure of the sounds he's making - breathy pants and moans - and though he tries to keep quiet they slip out without him being able to stop them. When she deep throats him he arches at an impossible angle, hands curling into fists as he bites onto one wrist to try and keep his shout of pleasure at bay.

There's a feeling he can't quite describe slowly building, but it makes his legs tremble and makes her work harder against his skin. She pulls off suddenly and he nearly cries out, and she smiles up at him and moans his name –

But it sounds tinny and it repeats through his head incessantly, and suddenly he's jerking into a sitting position with a gasp, clutching at the sheets around his sweaty body. His legs feel sticky, and he holds his head in his hands with a soft sigh.

Not again.

Outside he can hear _ laugh at something he assumes Heisuke said, and he's hit with such a burst of longing that it leaves him breathless for a moment.

He needs to get rid of these feelings. He's a sword, and swords don't have emotions, not to mention the fact that _ only sees him as a friend, and not even a close one at that. Saitou sighs again, dreading the rest of his day. The fact that both _ and Heisuke are outside means that he overslept somehow, and he vows to take on extra duties around the Headquarters to make up for it.

But first to deal with the sheets..