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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Himitsu

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Posted: 9-22-05

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: kink, fetish, very lemony, het, yaoi, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!

| ...words... | denotes thought.

Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I'd done recenly, "Sunset Kink" There
is actually a lot of story behind that pic that you may, or may not have picked up on.
So here it is.

[ Chapter .09 ]

"YA DA!!" Bejiita shouts as he comes. Bulma reaches climax only a moment later. He pulls out of her with
the sound of slippery moisture and suction and collapses in a sweaty panting heap next to his beautiful, blue
haired woman. Lying on their backs, heads turned towards each other, gasping for air, covered in sweat and
various other fluids.

I don't think I ever wanted them more than I do right now...

Bejiita's is still hard. Even after orgasm, his erection stands up from his body rigidly as if he'd gotten
no satisfaction at all.

He stares down at his hardened flesh with narrowed eyes, then at me. His expression unreadable as
he breathes deeply. He looks down at the need between my legs, then quickly looks away.

Bulma just pants and looks at me apologetically.

"Go home... Kakarotto..." he says, shutting his eyes and turning away from me.

But I don't go home. I don't even move. I just stare. My hungry gaze fixed on his perpetually hard flesh.
I almost reach for it... but I know better. Bulma finally catches her breath and opens her eyes to look at me. I can't
read her expression. I wonder what mine is saying. But judging from her reddening cheeks, it's something obscene.

"G...Gokuu.. I think it's best if you didn't... come back anymore... At least... not like this..."

I know just as well as they that it's best I don't watch anymore. But... I just look at her sorrowfully. Like a puppy.

"I'm sorry Son kun. I'm sorry you got dragged into all this.." Bulma continues. Looking truly disappointed
with how the situation has turned out. But we all knew it would be this way. We all knew it would come to this. It was
just a matter of when.

Bejiita sits up finally, his heavy erection still pointing at me accusingly. Or beckoning me. He is as cruel as ever.

"Why are you still here!?" he gets up and walks around the bed to pull me up to eye level by the front of my
shirt. Which was a bad move as he unwittingly, or maybe not, brushed himself against me. His hardness jabbing me in
the stomach. Bulma's secretions and his oddly intoxicating ejaculate smear the front of my shirt. What a waste.

"Nh!" I can't help the little hitch of breath that escapes me. For just a blink of an eye, Bejiita realizes what
he's done and his face turns very red, before he goes back to being angry.

He growls at me. Yea like it's my fault he's still hard.

Maybe it is...

"Bejiita! Why do you have to be such an asshole about everything?! You know you're just as much to blame
for this as--" Bulma barks. But he is not listening. Not at all. He just holds his heated, angry stare. Looking as pissed and
as dangerous as a naked, aroused man can look.

"I told you never to come back here..." he grinds out, low and terse. His words dripping like acid. He brings
my face just a little bit closer. A sadistic, predatory and decidedly sexual look twisting his handsome face.

"What is it you want...?" he whispers. He's much closer than he needs to be. At first I say nothing, but our eyes
speak volumes. As if this were some private conversation in a language only we could understand. And yet, no matter
how subtle or covert, this is still not the kind of conversation to have in front of Bulma.

Bejiita stares at me with dark eyes dancing with an odd mix of rage and desire. I tremble slightly as I feel
his body heat through my clothes. He's still poking me.

| Don't touch it...Don't... |

"You know what I want..." I whisper, barely audible, only loud enough for him to hear. Barely an inch from his
mouth. He stares at me enigmatically then. I almost wish I hadn't said it. But he knew good and well what I yearned for.
Out of the corner of my eye Bulma's head cocks to the side. They way it always does when she's mulling
over something. Pondering in the way only people of seeming infinite knowledge can do.

She's a smart girl. Much smarter than me. She must know. If not now, then soon. I should be worried. But I'm not.
Because she's naked, and Bejiita absolutely reeks of anger, debauchery, and sex. I force my hands not to roam, and keep
my elbows locked at my sides. Foolishly, I dare to steal a glance at Bulma in her sweaty, curvaceous nudity. She stares right
back at me. Even as I glanced at her I wish I hadn't.

"Che!" Bejiita pulls me off the bed by my shirt and drops me on the floor, which I hit with a graceless thud.

"Get. Out." he says glaring down menacingly at me as I stare up at him. Still hard. Still seething. Seeing me
as a threat to his relationship. And maybe to himself.

And of course, he's right. He glares at me and there's an awkward silence. My arousal slowly changes to
an overwhelming feeling of tiredness. Like in the end, it was just a burden. Dragging me down. Changing my life in ways I
did not like. Nothing good will come of this.

Sigh. It really is time to go home.

Quietly, and for once without a fuss, I put two fingers to my forehead and vanish.

[ ..... ]

I suppose you've been feeling some pity for me now. Poor Gokuu. Never getting any. Constantly being jerked
around by feelings and desires he can't act on. Nearly losing his friends in the process. Never had a BJ in his life.
Stuck in a shaky marriage and even worse sex life. Bored out of his mind without a good fight or the carnal entertainment
his friends used to provide.

I could easily feel sorry for myself. Getting dragged into something beyond my control when it had only started out as
deliverance from boredom. A learning experience. A chance to bond in a way. But now... The sexual tensions that exists between us
is far too great. If acted upon, it could easily strain, even ruin our relationship. Especially with Bejiita, whom I'd
only recently been connecting with. Who now acted as if he hated me again, even as he leered at me when the opportunity
presented itself. He, who now watched Bulma like a hawk if ever we were even in the same time zone. Like I was some
horny teen that couldn't control himself.

| Or maybe it was the other way around. |

It'd be so easy to fall into a pit of self pity or guilt. So much has changed. It isn't at all like it was. We can't
go back to the way things were. What went on in that bedroom was supposed to stay there. But it didn't. It affects
nearly every facet of my so called every day life. However, while you may feel sorry for me, at least a little, the
situation, albeit frustrating as hell, is not a total lost. If I take anything from my our little secret, is that it gave me an
opportunity to learn something new, and see the flaws in my own relationship. All this energy I have for...for... Oh
I'm blushing again. Ahem. I can redirect all that energy to something positive. It was a bad habit that just grew out
of control because I kept feeding into it. Well not anymore.

I don't need to watch them anymore. It doesn't matter how hot Bulma is, or how good Bejiita sounded or tasted.
It doesn't matter how much they tempt me, nor how frustrating their mixed signals are. I've learned more than enough about their
sexual escapades to last a life time. I don't need to hover around C.C. 24/7. I'll see them when I see them, and cultivate our friendship
as I had in the past. No more using them as an escape. My deliverance from the doldrums of everyday living will be working
to better my marriage and my life. In time my lustful feelings will fade, I'll be my old self again.

I can do this, this can work because I believe it can. It's always worked for me in the past. Why not now?

[ ..... ]

Again, like most things, my new plan is easier said than done.

Chichi, as you already know, is not at all an easy person to get along with. Now that I'm really making a point
to study her personality and our daily interactions, I see there were a great many things I missed. Like how her
favorite color is red. Or despite how she says she is not vain or materialistic, she appreciates when I notice a new
dress or a different hair style. I realize that it was not always my fault Chichi gets angry. Because she could go from
calm to enraged at the drop of a hat. I could come home and she'd already be on the war path over some mischief she
believed Goten was involved in. Or how she'd obsess over messy dishes, or clutter around the house, but refuse to let
I or Goten help. I learned she likes to cook at 10 and clean at 12. She likes a bath before 2 and reads whatever it
is she reads at 4. Just before preparing supper. I re-learn the rhythms and routines of her day. Not for the purpose of
finding time to spy on Bulma and Bejiita's coupling. But because I really want to know.

The same way people tend not to know me, or assume things about me based on their ignorance, I did not
really know my own wife.

[ ..... ]

As I uncover the mysteries of my Chichi, I come to see that there are some idiosyncrasies to her personality
that I really adore. Her tenacity. Her passion. Her strength. Her undying love of her children. Her ability to cook
anything, Her dark eyes and raven hair. Her surprisingly trim waist despite being middle aged. Her rare smiles
and rarer laughter.

Then, there are the parts I can do without...

"Gokuu enough with that already!" Chichi mutters in annoyance and smacks my hands away. She turns
over in the bed and throws the covers over her head. Week three of my 'Chichi Rediscovery / All Star Husband' plan
goes as well as can be expected. Getting to know Chichi is all well and good. But there is more to marriage than
talks, meals and picnics in the park.

As you know, perhaps better than anyone, I have needs.

Needs that are rarely met.

How long have you gone without sex? Or at least heavy petting? For some, three days is too long. Let alone the months
at a time that I must endure. If I tried hard enough, I bet I could count the times we'd done it. I know you must be shaking your
head in disdain at my prude Chichi. Don't get me wrong, I do love my wife, she just makes it very difficult sometimes.

"Chichi..." I whispered, dragging out the "i" to show my frustration. I look down at her back, and the lock of
hair that poked out from underneath the sheets.

"Why won't you lie with me...?" I ask, feeling hurt even though this is really nothing new.

She bolts upright in the bed casting the covers off, looking at me as if to say 'how could you possible
not know why?' But she says nothing. Mouth open, finger pointing, eyebrows lowered, but no words. I know
what she's thinking. Sex for pleasure and not procreation is wrong. It's only a sinful duty. We already have 2 kids. She's
past her prime. She needs a shower. A million other silly reasons not to.

A long pause. "Why do you want to do it so much anyway?" she asks finally.

"Because your my wife and I want to make you happy. I want you to make me happy..."

"But it's..."

"Not everything that's nice or feels good is wrong you know..."

| Would she rather I find release elsewhere? I shiver a little. That brings some interesting images to mind. Ugh
don't think about that now! |

After all her misconceptions about sex, this seems to be what she needed to hear. Her indignation fades away.
She stares down at her lap nervously. Suddenly she appears to be years younger and so innocent. Like we'd never done
it before. I often forget, Chichi is a lot like I was before I got pulled into Bulma and Bejiita's world and watched them
gleefully explore their sexuality. I would get flustered so easily when presented with something even remotely
sexual. Knowing next to nothing about the intricacies of sex or how it fits into one's relationships.

There is still so much to learn.

"T..tomorrow...okay....?" she whispers.

Especially patience.

"A..all right."

She settles into the pillows. I lean down and kiss her on the forehead as she drifts off to a sleep.

There's no sleep for me. Of course now after the promise of sex, I'm wide awake. Someone else is up too. Always
pointing, always demanding attention like a spoiled, yet neglected child. I really need rest. I haven't been sleeping
well lately. I make myself a glass of warm milk. My sure fire way to make myself tired. It works like a charm. I don't
even make it to the bed as I collapse on the couch in exhaustion. I fall into a restless sleep, thinking of all the things
I plan to do to Chichi this time tomorrow.

I'm jerked awake by a chill. An oddly cool wind. I contemplate getting a blanket as I open my eyes.

"Hmm?" Hands are on me. "What...wh-!" Strong fingers grasp the thin material of my night clothes and
pull my shirt up roughly. "Hey! Wh MMP!" A hand is slapped over my mouth. I breath harshly through my nose
and pick up a distinctive scent.

My heart hammers in my chest. It's him. It's always him. I don't even have to see him to know he's there.
Bejiita's presence is unmistakable. Bulma is at my side as well. Staring down at me and my hardened flesh with
a warm smile. "She's denied you again hasn't she?" Bulma asks, hitting the nail on the head. No need for you to ask
what's going on or why they're here. The reason is always the same. My mind has conjured up the scenario to satisfy
my conscious and subconscious needs. This is only a dream after all, but I still resist, feeling like it's cheating,
even if only in my mind.

Her small hands travel down to the waist band of my shorts. My eyes widen. "N..n.. don't!" I plead half heartedly.
She just smiles wider and I hear Bejiita laugh. In this dream she does not bother with much conversation as she
had in others. She tugs my shorts down and off. I grunt and struggle and protest. But always in vain. They
always posses such surprising strength to the point where there's really nothing I can do to stop them. But they
are not what really holds me down. I'm sure you know exactly what does.

Bejiita moves his hand from my mouth pins me down by my arms. "B..Bejiita..." He leers at me before
leaning down and lapping at my now exposed right nipple with the flat of his tongue. I arch under his mouth.

"Nh...iin!" The first of many small choked moans. He leans over the arm of the couch and switches to the
other nipple. His hot breath and the cool breeze wafts over it, raising the sensitive flesh and goosebumps over my skin.
I squirm under him as he rolls the pink nub under his tongue, pulling with his teeth, lavishing it with attention as
if he'd done it a million times before. Bulma kneels beside me and reaches for what throbbed between my legs.
Bejiita tilts his head up, but doesn't remove his tongue as he watches her. My breathing becomes harsh little pants.

No.. it's too much! I shake my head frantically. "IInnh! S..stop...!" I shudder violently, she hasn't even started yet.
"The way you're acting, if I didn't know better I'd think you didn't want this..." she says as she strokes me
and pushes my penis past her lips.

"UNNNH!" I tense up, then go completely boneless. Bejiita sits back to simply watches my face with fascination
as Bulma works her magic on me. She slurps and laps, and oh god my head spins too much for me to really be aware of
what she's doing. Bejiita moves from behind me and walks around the couch until he was kneeling next to Bulma.
She holds my aching hardness in her hand and points it towards Bejiita's mouth. "Open wide." she says in a sing song manner as
she pushes the tip against his lips and holds the nape of his neck. He obeys without question.

Bejiita rarely obeys. And I know for a fact that neither of them like to share. But here in the swirling haze of
hormone fueled dreams, reason has no place. For one, Chichi has not been woken up from the unholy racket I must be making.
But that hardly matters as Bejiita's mouth closes around me and he sucks me hard. They take turns lapping at me,
bathing my phallus with their tongues. I roll my hips under them, head thrown back, gasping for air. Then when
I think I can take no more they lick together in unison.

It's such a delight to watch, but... as arousing as it looks, I can feel nothing. As if the dream could only
satisfy my mind, but not my body. I shut my eyes and grit my teeth in frustration. This is only a dream after all.
I've never been blown, I don't know what it feels like... I have nothing to really reference this with. I thought dreams
were supposed to satisfy, even if they don�t make sense. But this only made it worse.

Bulma circles her tongue over the slit and through what leaked from it. I moan out of instinct, but
the true sensation seems just out of my grasp. I breath harshly, desperately. "NNnngh!!!" I let out a gravely moan
as Bejiita decides he has no intention of sharing anymore and shoves Bulma aside.

"Hey! Don't hog him!!" she yells indignant.

"But he tastes... so good...." he says between slurps before swallowing all of me. Bulma pouts and complains,
then strokes whatever she can reach.

"Inn NNNh!!" a broken, high pitched wail trickles past my lips as I bite them. I grasp the sides of his face
and begin to thrust into his mouth. "Mmmm." He closes his eyes moans around my length. "Ahhh!!" I scream despite the lack
of physical sensation. I bare my teeth and thrust harder hoping to feel something. He holds my hips down and sucks
what I assume is harder. Bulma comes to silence me with sweltering kisses. Tasting faintly like Bejiita and me. I moan
into her mouth as she plucks my nipples with her thumbs. When she thinks I'll be quiet, she rejoins Bejiita in his assault
on my forever neglected phallus.

"UNnn.h..AANNNhhh!" I bellow. Tears begin to well up in my tightly closed eyes. I bite my lips harder as I quiver
and strain under them, wanting nothing more than to wake up and end my frustration, and yet still wanting them to never
stop sucking me. Their mouths are on me for what feel like a frustrating eternity. A rough shake from my son delivers
me from my delicious torment.

"Dad! Dad! You alright...? You were uh.. having some sort of nightmare?" Goten asks. The darkness of night hides
my erection nicely.

I pant harshly before I answer. "Y..yea.." I wonder if you could really consider that a nightmare?

"Sorry.. did I wake you?"

"Naa just came for a snack," he says, munching down a sandwich as he walks back to his room.

After a few minutes, my heart slows its insane pace and I catch my breath. Why do I keep having these
dreams? I don�t think about them as much. I'm not avoiding them. But at the same time, now I only see them in my dreams.
This in a way is a blessing and a curse.

Lousy dream! My body screams for satisfaction. Right then, I wanted so much to go see them, beg them to show me what I'd
been missing, even in my dreams. Grant me the gift of pleasure only they could give. But I won't. No more running to them.
Like all bad habits, every time I resist, the stronger it made me. My erection throbs to tell me otherwise. But I ignore it.

Because I intend to be a good little boy.

Even if it kills me.

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