Goodbyes Paid Forward

"Why is Iruka naked in my bed?"

Kotetsu stopped just inside the doorway of his apartment and kicked off his shoes. As genuinely happy as he was to see Izumo (especially a naked, adorably half-asleep Izumo) he was far too intrigued by the fun he had obviously missed to waste time with "Hello."

He closed the door behind himself, enjoying the tasty glimpse of sleeping Iruka. His exhaustion from the "overnight" delivery errand that had stretched into a two week mission abated at the sight of Izumo stumbling further into the living room, leaving the bedroom door enticingly open.

Izumo swayed on his feet as he struggled to wake up. The sun had just begun to rise, but Kotetsu's chakra signature had slipped into his dream, eased him onto his feet, and propelled him out of the bedroom before his eyes had even opened. He struggled to follow the thread of Kotetsu's question. Iruka... Naked in bed... Sleeping there.... Why? Oh, right, right. "I sort of fucked him."

Kotetsu raised his eyebrows. "Sort of fucked him, or full-on fucked him?"

Izumo spoke through a wide yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. "Full-on fucked him."

Kotetsu's mouth curled up into an approving smile. He unzipped his vest and tossed it on the floor by his shoes. "Where?"

Izumo gestured towards the bedroom with a careless head nod. "There. In your bed."

"Oh, hell yes." Kotetsu's smile grew larger as he continued pulling the paper off of this conversational gift. "You get it on video?"

"No." Izumo's voice reflected the regret in Kotetsu's eyes. By now he'd woken up enough to process Kotetsu's very welcome return. He smiled and stepped forward to give his much missed boyfriend a welcome-home embrace. Neither man could remember the last time they'd been separated overnight, let alone for two weeks.

Kotetsu enthusiastically returned the embrace, getting in some quick gropes before letting his hands slip down to rest lightly on Izumo's hips.

"Ahhh... That's okay. I'll see him in action soon enough. Of course he has to pick the one time I'm away for two weeks to chew through his leash and finally come out to play. Good thing he's the type to stay the night. All right then." He let go of Izumo and reached down to unbutton his pants. "Let's wake his ass up and get this started."

Izumo rubbed sleep from his eyes and protested, "Wait. I don't think... Actually, I pretty much know he wouldn't be up for that. He's more of a one-on-one guy."

Kotetsu's hands froze as he stared evenly at Izumo. "Oh yeah? He thinks he's going to be one-one-one with you?" The stare hardened as Izumo's gaze slid away from Kotetsu's to look closely inspect the floor.

"It looks like we've got ourselves a bit of of a problem, here. Because you're my one."

Izumo couldn't help laughing as he backed up and sank into Kotetsu's favorite chair. "Yeah? I'm your 'one'?" He smiled up at his still-glaring lover. "Am I your one and only?" The words spoken out loud made him laugh softly again as he contentedly curled into the chair.

Kotetsu fought against joining in on the laughter, but he couldn't hide the mischievous, softening expression from reaching his eyes. "I don't know about only. There's lots of hot shinobi ass in this world."

He re-buttoned his pants and walked past Izumo into his kitchen, feigning complete disinterest in the naked man in his chair. He opened his refrigerator and was met with a surprise only slightly less unpleasant than being told he couldn't wake Iruka up and fuck him.

"Who in the hell filled my refrigerator with diet cran-raspberry Snapple?"

Izumo's sleepy voice barely carried enough to be heard. "Since when do a couple of bottles 'fill' a refrigerator?"

Kotetsu stared at the offending beverages in shocked disbelief. "Don't even tell me you bought this shit."

"Ibiki came over for dinner a couple of nights ago. I think he wanted to talk, but I ended up babbling like a moron while he sat like a statue and... well, was Ibiki. He brought the drinks."

Kotetsu turned to look incredulously at the man speaking such wild nonsense, but all he could see was the back of the chair. "There is nothing you could tell me right now that would be freakier than the fact that Morino Ibiki popped by this apartment with low-cal beverages, in the vain hopes of having a heart-to-heart talk with you."

He ignored Izumo's vague mumbling about how that actually wasn't such freaky news, relatively speaking, and started searching for something decent to eat. He abandoned all pretense of ignoring Izumo when the other man called out a request for a bottle of Snapple.

Kotetsu clicked the refrigerator closed and walked slowly and deliberately back into the living room, stopping several feet in front of his boyfriend.

"Sooo. Just to clarify... You won't share your new lay with me. You claim to have a close personal friendship with the King of Torture and Mind Fuckery." He looked down somberly and finished, "And the biggest red flag of all? You think that disgustingly tart girlie drinks are yummy."

He paused to run his gaze over Izumo, lingering on his half-formed erection.

"My Izumo shares nice, knows that Ibiki is a freak-scene fuckwit, and drinks coke."

He slowly approached the chair Izumo was lounging in and titled his head, appearing to closely scrutinize him.

"I'm not completely convinced you're actually Kamizuki Izumo."

Izumo smiled, not sure where this was going, but certain it would be something he'd enjoy. He allowed himself to be gently coaxed, nudged, and arranged until he was on his knees, backwards in the chair, arms resting on the top of the seat.

Kotetsu rested his own hands against the back of the back of the chair as he leaned forwards to speak directly into his lover's ear. "My Izumo would have wanted to show me exactly what he looked like pushing his hard cock inside of his new playmate's ass." He thrilled to the sound of Izumo's sharp intake of breath, but kept his own voice steady as he continued, "How can I be sure you aren't some conservative shinobi with a very clever Izumo henge?"

Izumo rested his head on his arms and arched his back a little, signaling his willingness to prove his identity by playing this new game.

Kotetsu stepped back and ran his admiring gaze down his lover's backside. "I'll admit you look like Izumo."

Flattening his palms, he slowly ran his hands down Izumo's back, over his perfectly toned, curved muscle, and down his thighs. "And you feel like Izumo."

Izumo's moan came from deep in his throat. The sound was accompanied by a slight rise in the angle of his hips.

Kotetsu reached down and gently spread Izumo's legs as far as the chair would allow. "Oh, hell yeah... That's what I've missed. Maybe you're the right guy..."

He placed his hands on Izumo's ass and slowly spread, brushing the pad of his left thumb across the tempting entrance. "Anyone been in here since I've been gone?"

"No. "

Kotetsu raised his thumb to his mouth, quickly wetting it, then lowering it to once again brush against Izumo. "Nobody? For two weeks?"

"No. Nobody." Izumo pushed back, just slightly, against the teasing thumb.

Kotetsu ignored the silent plea and slid his left hand over to rest on his lover's hip. "Ahhh... So you're telling me that you've put this" He reached his right hand around to give Izumo several firm strokes, feeling himself harden in response to his lover's low moans. "This hard cock right here inside of Umino Iruka."

Pulling his hand back, he dropped to his knees. He used both his thumbs to gently spread Izumo again. "But you want me to believe that no one's been..." He leaned forward to give a long, lazy, lick before finishing his question. "Here?"

Izumo moaned and reflexively pushed backwards. "No..."

This time, Kotetsu willingly accepted the unspoken invitation. His pointed tongue teased the entire puckered area. After half a minute of flickering teases he flattened his tongue again, tasting up and over Izumo's hole with a languid lick.

He felt Izumo's body tense with pleasure, then relax again as another moan slid from his mouth.

"That's it... Relax for me." Kotetsu pulled back far enough to slide his right index finger into his mouth, thoroughly wetting it. He rested it against Izumo's entrance until he saw his lover relax enough for him to slide in. Both men moaned in unison as Kotetsu's finger disappeared inside of Izumo.

"My finger..." Kotetsu wiggled his finger for emphasis, drawing an even louder moan from his lover. "This finger here..." He slowly pulled back, then pushed back in. "Is the only thing that's been inside of this tight ass in the past two weeks?"

Izumo buried his face in his arms and pushed back against the finger before answering with a muffled, "Yesss..."

Kotetsu wiggled his finger again, then pulled back before responding, "Well then... Now I know you're not my Izumo, because my Izumo loves to bend over and get fffuuucked."

Izumo cut off his own cry by biting down on his arm, but his body arched so sharply that Kotetsu thought he might come just from the sight of his lover's incredibly responsive body, so temptingly ready. He closed his eyes and lowered his left hand to unzip, uncover, and very softly stroke himself just enough so he could think.

"Yeah, Shinobi-Henge Guy? You like the word fuck?"

He heard Izumo's moan and felt him buck back against his enticingly intruding finger, which began pulling out and pushing back in without any conscious directives from Kotetsu's mind.

He kept his eyes closed and stroked himself just a little harder, just a little faster, exciting himself as much as Izumo with the words that kept slipping from his mouth.

"You like getting fucked by my finger?"

Another cry, violent push against the finger, and a muffled, "Yes." answered that question.

"How about two fingers? Like that?"

Kotetsu's eyes opened and his stroking hand increased its pressure and pace as Izumo began rhythmically pleasuring himself against the fingers, incoherently mumbling a mixture of soft obscenities and pleading.

Kotetsu withdrew his fingers and scrambled out of his clothes as he asked, "Then maybe you'd like getting fucked by a big... hard... cock."

"Yes, yes... Please Kotetsu. I missed you. God, just the sound of your voice... " Izumo pressed his forehead against the soft, padded chair edge and reached back in an attempt to self-pleasure, unable to wait any longer.

Kotetsu batted the hand away. As much as he loved watching Izumo touch himself, this particular fuck was about the re-establishment of order and control as much as it was about arousal and release.

Izumo's words had coaxed a sweet drop of pre-come from Kotetsu's aching erection. He moaned as he used that drop to lubricate himself just enough for some more disciplinary teasing.

After gently guiding Izumo's hand to rest against the chair again, he reached down and lined himself up with Izumo's perfect hole. He alternated teasing pushes with soft, brushing circles.

"You just might be my Izumo. My Izumo definitely loves the word 'fuck'. And he loves making me hard by putting his own fingers in his tight ass. And he loves to beg..."

Izumo responded with a stream of obscenity-laced pleading at a level of desperation that Kotetsu hadn't heard since their teen years.

"Oh, fuck yeah... You're my Izumo." He leaned down to press a soft kiss on his lover's right shoulder blade before again wetting his index finger and prolonging his sensual teasing for just a bit longer. He still had a few things on his mind.

He knelt down and pushed his finger back inside, loving the reaction as much as the tight heat. Pushing into himself with one hand while self-pleasuring with the other in a foreign village and on the road for two weeks couldn't begin to compare.

In a serious tone of voice he very rarely used he murmured, "I hated being away from you, especially this time of year."

He prefaced an abrupt subject change and kept Izumo from replying by crooking his finger and stimulating the other man until he had melted into another puddle of incoherent, pleading moans.

Kotetsu smoothly switched to a huskier tone and a much preferred topic. "Does Iruka have a tight ass?"

After several repetitions and the implied threat of the finger's removal Izumo replied, "Yes."

"You fuck him more than just last night?"

Izumo moved back against the finger and prevented any more interruptions in his pleasure by quickly answering, "Yes."

"Anyone watch you?"

"The first time, yes. Ibiki..."

The teasing touches slowed almost to a stop as Kotetsu sat back a little, stunned into in an extremely uncharacteristic silence.

Izumo wiggled impatiently and finished, "And Kakashi."

Kotetsu's mind and body froze in shock bordering on awe. The pleading wiggles didn't register with him, but he looked down in surprise when he felt a hand stroking him. Apparently his own left hand had decided to stroke his erection, an erection which was getting harder each time Izumo answered a question.

He revived enough to seek clarification. "What in the nine hells? You're saying that you screwed the sunshine shinobi while creepy Morino Ibiki- the straight, mind-fuck man- watched. And I guess Iruka's boyfriend Kakashi sat by his side holding a bowl of popcorn for them to share?"

Izumo pushed forcefully back until the paused finger had fully entered him. Through exhaled breaths he explained, "No popcorn. Ibiki fucked Kakashi."

Kotetsu's finger switched to autopilot-pleasuring-mode while his brain processed Izumo's promotion from "Best Friend I Love Fucking" to "Idol of Mythological Proportions".

In a daze, he mined for more information. "But Ibiki's straight. Everyone knows that. He's with Anko." He lazily rubbed his left thumb over the head of his patiently waiting cock, waiting to be dazzled by the next gold nugget from his lover's memory.

Izumo greedily pleasured himself against the finger and peered over the top of the chair to ensure that Iruka was still sleeping. "He was curious, I guess. I taught him."

Kotetsu froze in place again as this new information shot straight from his brain down to his groin. He couldn't believe he was hearing right.

"You taught Morino Ibiki how to fuck a man. A live, ass-fuck tutorial." He withdrew his finger, wet both the index and the middle, then put them both back to work at a pace reflecting his own growing state of arousal.

"You taught Ibiki how to screw Kakashi, while you laid Kakashi's boyfriend, Iruka. Are you sure this isn't something you dreamed? Hell, are you sure this isn't something I dreamed?"

Izumo chose to answer by pushing back with increasing desperation and reaching down to stroke himself, only to have Kotetsu gently grab his wrist and once again return his hand to rest on the chair.

"There is no fucking way this really happened. Where?"

After one more gently rebuffed attempt to stroke himself Izumo moaned with frustration and answered, "Your bed."

That answer prompted another cycle of Kotetsu's fingers halting their efforts, Izumo pressing back impatiently, followed by Kotetsu's fingers and questioning mind going back to work.

"That bed right there? The bed now holding our buck-assed naked missions-desk friend? You're seriously telling me that you were the buttsex sensei while Ibiki made sweet, tender manlove to Kakashi who was gazing lovingly at Iruka while cooing, 'Oh, my most precious dolphin... Spread wide for the chuunin syrup master!'"

Izumo laughed in spite of himself, pausing his movements and resenting the change in mood. "That's not exactly how it happened. Would you mind wrapping up the comedy schtick interrogation and focusing? Please?"

Kotetsu's fingers and self-stroking picked up speed as the full impact of what Izumo had told him washed over his mind, translating into an erotic imagery slide-show of highly arousing fantasy. He leaned forward again to lick the area just above his fingers before answering, "Hell yeah, I'll focus. Go shove that vanilla-flavored chuunin's ass onto the floor so I can fuck you into the mattress."

Izumo's hips raised enticingly high in response, but he protested, "No, let him sleep."

Kotetsu slowly withdrew his fingers and stood up. "No? My own bed's off limits to me? Well, I have to admit that I'm curious about something, Izumo." He leaned over Izumo and rested his hands on the chair arms. "I'm curious like your new friend Ibiki."

Pressing forward until he was inches from Izumo's ear he whispered in a low voice, "I'm curious about how exactly you fuck a shinobi's tight ass in a chair. What should I do, Izumo? Can you teach me?"

The sight of Iruka wrapped in a sheet, standing in the bedroom doorway paralyzed with embarrassed surprise momentarily diverted Kotetsu's attention.

"Hey, Iruka. What's up? Sleep well?"

Izumo immediately tensed, but Kotetsu reassured him with another soft kiss on his shoulder.

Iruka blushed and stammered, "I'm so sorry. I can explain..."

Kotetsu interrupted, "Nothing to be sorry about, but why don't I go ahead and explain something." He held eye contact with their mortified friend.

"Izumo doesn't do lovey-dove one-on-one with people who aren't me. Hell, he doesn't do lovey-dove one-on-one with the person who is me. Thanks for keeping my bed warm, but it's getting to be Kakashi o'clock... Time to return to the roost."

Iruka clutched the sheet tightly around himself and backed away, beginning to scramble around the bedroom floor for his clothes.

"I don't mean right this second, Iruka. I'm not mad or anything. Stick around and watch if you want. 'Zumo loves that, and I don't much mind it either."

Iruka glanced up and smiled politely. "Thanks, but I should probably...'

"You should definitely hang around a bit. Don't we all want to walk away from this as friends? Make yourself some breakfast, get some more sleep- Do whatever you feel like, except for jacking off. I'll send Izumo in to you in just a few minutes."

Iruka half-heartedly opened his mouth to protest again, but Kotetsu cut him off.

"Hey, be a friend. Toss some lube out here, will you? There's some... Well, hell- you probably left some out last night. Just grab whatever's..."

Iruka blushed and disappeared into the bedroom, not looking as he tossed the requested item in their general direction.

"Thanks!" Kotetsu called out to the closing bedroom door as he deftly caught the missive.

Izumo buried his face in his hands and pressed into the chair, mumbling, "Oh man, oh man, oh man... Kotetsu, seriously- Iruka's not a guy who casually does... well, does what we do. This is way past embarrassing."

Kotetsu straighted up and used a liberal amount of lube to prepare himself and Izumo, cheering the other man up considerably in the process. "Yeah, right. Like that guy doesn't have his ear pressed against the door right now." He raised his voice, yelling towards the closed door, "Come back out and play, 'Ruka! Last call for chuunin threeway!"

He waited hopefully for half a minute, ignoring Izumo's hissed admonitions. When it became clear that Iruka wasn't going to make another appearance he finally gave Izumo his full attention.

He re-adjusted his stance to be the perfect height. Resting his hands on Izumo's hips he lined himself up with deliberate awkwardness, enjoying the tantalizing frustration of bumping and brushing until he rested in perfect formation with Izumo's puckered entrance and could push in, so-slowly, pausing when just the head of his aching erection had been enveloped.

"Ahhh, fuck you're tight."

Izumo automatically bucked back at the sound of Kotetsu's voice speaking that delicious word, driving Kotetsu deeper inside of him and setting of another chain reaction of moans, fuckspeak, and involuntary backward pushes until both men shuddered from the intense pleasure of complete physical union. By tacit agreement they both remained perfectly still for several moments, both basking in the sensual as well as emotional sensations after too long of a separation.

Simultaneously, Izumo squirmed suggestively and Kotetsu began a slow, steady thrusting rhythm with words flowing between them with as much familiarity and ease as the practiced movements of their hands and hips.

"You show that curious Ibiki how to fuck a guy right?"

"Yes."

"What did he want you to show him?"

"How to go deep, hard, and fast."

"Oh fffuuuck yeah... I like the sound of that." Kotetsu angled his hips for deeper penetration.

"Like this Izumo?"

Encouraged by the reaction he braced his feet against the floor and his hands on the arms of the chair, angling his body just a little bit more.

"Or was it more like this? This how Ibiki likes to fuck?"

Izumo gripped the chair and cried out, needing the question to be repeated twice before he could finally half-groan his answer. "No... He needed it face to face, with Kakashi's legs up and back."

"Mmm... That's good, too. But my Izumo likes it from behind."

In less than five seconds Kotetsu had pulled out, tugged Izumo down to the floor on all fours, and roughly re-entered.

"My Izumo likes it from behind, and likes it hard and fast. Sort of like this..."

Kotetsu drove, pushed, and thrust into his lover with a frenzied intensity. He knew exactly where to touch, what words to whisper, and how to angle his body to coax both of their bodies closer to their long anticipated orgasms.

Izumo clawed at the carpet until he grabbed hold of Kotetsu's discarded shirt and desperately clutched it with both hands. "Talk to me, Kotetsu. I'm so close... Talk to me." He reached down, desperate to stroke himself to completion.

Kotetsu slowed almost to a stop and once again moved Izumo's hand, whispering, "Not yet."

He moved his hand back to his lover's hip and began to pick up his pace again, murmuring, "I know, baby.... I know. It would feel so good to stroke that hard cock... Be so easy to reach down and just touch. You like touching yourself while I fuck you?"

Izumo's hand flew back to where he needed it to be, and once again Kotetsu slowed down. This time the slowing down was enough to reprimand the disobedient hand. As soon as Kotetsu saw both of Izumo's hands frantically clutching at the shirt on the floor he began increasing his thrusting speed again.

"You have something you need to touch? Not yet, 'Zumo. Just wait..."

He reached his own right hand forward to gently trace along his lover's erection, feeling his own release coiling in response to the heavy, heated cock in his hand.

After reluctantly moving that hand back to Izumo's hip, he began mercilessly thrusting. Imagery tumbled through his mind: Teenaged Izumo, Izumo two years ago, Izumo two weeks ago, Izumo with Iruka, Izumo with Iruka while Ibiki fucked Kakashi and both of them watched... Watched his Izumo, and fuck how his Izumo loved to be watched... Watched while he touched, and sucked, and fucked and got fucked... The erotic imagery spiralled as uncontrollably as the heat and pressure building and coiling until Kotetsu was unable to articulate anything more than a series of animalistic sounds ending with a cry that Iruka had to have heard, and that thought made him come even harder.

Gripping Izumo's hips hard enough to leave angry red finger marks, Kotetsu rode out the last pulses of his release before pushing fully inside and remaining completely flush for a few moments.

Panting and trembling, he remained as still as possible, luxuriating in the sight of the man underneath him, the feel of his quivering body, and the musky mixture of his smells. Two weeks was too long.

Izumo had waited long enough, and Kotetsu knew just how he would stroke and talk his lover into own intense climax, but he needed for them to remain fully joined while he said one last thing. He took a deep breath and let the rehearsed speech tumble from him in one quick rush.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here on the date.... Well the day of Hayate's... You know. But we're together now." Sighing with relief over finally airing such a painful topic, he gently rubbed the heel of his left palm over the small of Izumo's back, then reached to wrap his right hand loosely but with promise around the other man's pulsing arousal.

Izumo's breath caught with anticipation, but he wanted to set Kotetsu's mind at ease. "I was okay. Iruka was here and we helped each other through it."

Kotetsu froze.

He pressed his eyes closed, trying to fight the wave of icy-hot rage washing over his mind and through his body.

He paused, perfectly still, trying to remain rational. He lost that battle.

After slowly removing both of his hands he withdrew his softening erection from Izumo.

Belatedly realizing his error, Izumo forced himself not to just flip over onto his back and jack himself.

Instead he discretely tidied his backside with Kotetsu's boxers then sat, leaning back against the chair. He sincerely added, "Not that it was the same. Of course it could never be even close to the same as when you're here. I'm just saying I'm thankful that I wasn't alone, and I'm sorry that you were. Well, I guess you weren't technically alone. Wait! Where are you going?" He was too slow reaching for Kotetsu as the other man sprang to his feet.

"Kotetsu, where are you going? You're mad?"

Kotetsu pointedly avoiding looking at Izumo as he quickly pulled on his discarded pants and shirt, leaving the boxers and socks where they lay. "Of course I'm not mad. I'm glad you weren't alone. Iruka's a good friend. I'm not mad."

Izumo willed himself to ignore the steady throb of his ignored erection and carefully stood up. He anxiously tried to catch Kotetsu's eye. "I wanted... I needed... to be with you. But Iruka was the one who was here. I'm just saying I got through it because I wasn't alone. I would have given anything for you to have been the one here. You know that!"

Kotetsu stared at the floor as moved towards his shoes and vest at the front door.

"Hey! Kotetsu!" Izumo's aching arousal swayed heavily as he crossed the room, but he forced himself to focus on the hurt man carelessly stuffing his bare feet back into his shoes and cramming his arms into his vest. He tentatively reached out to take Kotetsu's hand.

Kotetsu gently laced his fingers with Izumo's, but seemed incapable of making eye contact. "You know I have a high opinion of Iruka. But a guy you can't share with me, who you... who..." Kotetsu broke off, embarrassed over the pain and irrational anger he felt over the perceived emotional infidelity.

Izumo pressed a soft kiss on to Kotetsu's cheek. "I know. I'd feel the same way. This has turned into a bit of a mess, but I promise to clean it up. This morning will be goodbye."

Kotetsu pulled his fingers free and turned to lean his forehead against the front door. "I know I'm being an asshole, and I don't want to be. I just can't be around you until this is handled. I can't share you in that way."

Izumo circled his arms around Kotetsu's waist, unable to keep a low moan from escaping as he pushed up against his lover's backside.

Kotetsu laughed softly, pressing backwards just a teasing little. "Looks like you'll be able to give our friend Iruka a nice parting gift."

"Maybe you better stay close, to make sure I do what I'm supposed to do."

Kotetsu didn't answer, but reflexively pressed back just a little bit harder.

Encouraged, Izumo continued, "I could make sure the curtains stay open..."

After a brief pause Kotetsu turned around, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "Yeah?"

Keeping his hands loosely on Kotetsu's hips, Izumo returned the smile. "Yeah."

After several seconds of silence Kotetsu gently pulled free and turned the doorknob, mumbling, "Goodbye." He heard Izumo's goodbye as he pulled the door shut behind him, but still felt irrationally unable to look his lover in the face.

He walked swiftly down the hallway, briefly considering just going straight to Izumo's to grab a bite to eat and catch up on some sleep. Did he really need to see Izumo and Iruka's farewell fuck?

That decision took about five seconds to make. Hell yeah, he did. His ability to smile returned along with a faint stirring in his boxer-free pants. Yes, that was something he most certainly did need to see.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATTMAD ^_______^
12/19/07