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Just Another Normal Day, Chapter 2

A week had passed and Touru was still alive and well. Kyou and Yuki were far too occupied having sex like rabbits to spend time thinking about how to do away with her. During that week, the boys tried just about every sexual position and contraption they could think of; although, since they weren't very creative, they didn't get much further than BDSM, beads, and various sexual positions numbered less than 100. Momiji, who knew all about having sex like rabbits, would say that they still had a lot to learn.

"Ne, ne, did you know? Rabbits have great sex like that because, well, they're animals!" Momiji explained to Yuki one day while walking. They had coincidentally run into each other on their way to the sex shop after school. Momiji was enthusiastically giving Yuki advice on creative sex from first hand experience. Enthusiastically for Momiji meant he was prancing around Yuki like a rabbit in heat in his sailor fuku.

"Momiji, how do you know so much about sex? You always seem so innocent," Yuki asked, mind still reeling from all the things that Momiji had told him could be done in the bedroom or with a broomstick for that matter.

"It's all an act," he cheered as he frolicked another loop around Yuki. To prove his point, Momiji suddenly stopped in his tracks and transformed into a flyboy. His clothes didn't change, nor did his looks, but his expression and manner said everything. "Man, the chicks totally dig it. Suck on a big lollypop and look at them with big innocent eyes and they'll be falling all over you to let you suck on something else," he said, with a voice about an octave lower than Yuki had ever heard before.

Momiji shoved his multicolored, super-sized lollipop into Yuki's mouth and took out his cigarettes, shaking them into his palm like an expert. "Want one," he asked, holding out his Peace Super Lights. "Sugar will give ya cavities."

"There's just one thing I don't get," Yuki stated, trying to convince himself that he was still talking to Momiji and not some inner city mack daddy. "If you're so good at getting the ladies, how come we manage to cockblock you so often?"

Momiji took a long drag on his cigarette, flicking the ash with practiced grace. "That's just cause I stick my cock out more than you guys do. Besides, I'm just playing with Touru. She's boorish, a complete bubblehead, and has some fucked up shit with her mother. And on top of that, she ain't got no titties," he stressed by squeezing imaginary ones in front of him.

"C'mon," Momiji said, pointing with his head towards the sex shop and thumbing his nose. "There's more to learn only a few feet away. I'll point ya to the best toys and video tapes. Although, I'm an open minded kinda guy. I'd be willing to demonstrate personally if ya want."

Yuki blushed bright red. Come to think of it, Yuki had been blushing a lot ever since the day he dared to divide by zero cubed. Just thinking about it turned him ten shades redder and made his pants too tight.

Momiji slyly looked Yuki over, focusing on those all too tight pants, judging if he was worthy of his personal instruction. Momiji really preferred girls. That way, when he spent the night, he could just wear their clothes the next day and not have to worry about people wondering why he didn't change. "Well, he's wet enough to be a girl at least," he thought.

What Yuki experienced in the sex shop was a whole other world. His head was spinning from all the new knowledge and his arms were aching from the many heavy bags of props and toys he had purchased. He and Kyou wouldn't be walking strait for weeks.

Momiji, however, only had one small bag. "Just the usual," he had said to the store clerk when he went to purchase.

"Oh, if it isn't our best customer, the Candy Boi," the shop owner, a drag queen well beyond his prime, exclaimed happily and clapped his hands together in the air. "Ne, little candy-chan, when are you going to demonstrate some of you're expertise on me?" she asked, leaning over the counter as provocatively as she could muster.

Momiji smiled back with a little "humph" and thumbed his nose again. "Sorry, kitten. You know my rules on age. Besides, looks like my private tutoring schedule might be book for the interim."

Once they were back outside, Momiji was once again the Momiji that all the girls drooled over. Sweet, innocent, and prince charming in his prepubescent years, he once again frolicked in loops around Yuki and sang a nonsensical ditty. He had already replaced his cigarette with yet another multicolored lollipop, this time heart shaped, just before they left the store.

Yuki just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Must you do that?"

"Poo. Yuki's being uptight again. I'll let you go home and unwind," he said with a wink and smile. One final twirl and a big goodbye wave in the air and he was skipping away, leaving all the girls on the street crying "how cuuuuuute."

It wasn't until Momiji had gone and Yuki was left with only his sex toys and thoughts that Momiji's words sunk in. "Because they're animals, huh?" Yuki thought, a lusty grin spreading wide across his face.

TBC…

Author's Notes:
Special thanks to Merrow for giving me a few ideas on the story so far.
This chapter was dedicated to Ohimesama... you know the reason why girl.
Peace Super Lights are an actual Japanese brand of cigarettes (I did my research ^_^).
And finally, if you would like more information on the possible sex acts that Yuki and Kyou may have done or may do after Momiji's instruction, please visit this link: http://www.squidge.org/~minotaur/ which is a yaoi writer's best resource for authentic sex.