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In ancient times	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9

            I really don’t fully remember how I had arrived at his door that night, everything was a haze; a lust filled haze tinged with excitement and anxiety. I remember opening his door into a dream-land; I swear it was a very dream. The swirl of the smoke mystified the room, the room was dimly lighten by the oil lamps, the linen sheets hanging from the walls blew gently by the breezes coming off the Nile. It was a beautiful sight, but it was the Pharaoh himself that took my breath away, wrapped in nothing more then a robe hanging loosely on his shoulders. As he walked towards me it gave me hints of his manhood and my mouth went dry.

          “Kakarot.” He smiled to me, his eyes twinkled and his voice held me captivated. “You are in time; I was just about to bathe. Please join me.” He held his hand out, expectantly and I didn’t let the command go unheard.

          I allowed him to guide me forward weaving me through-out his main rooms, until we reached the bathing room. I wish mine was as extravagant, the waters much like my own in the old temple and yet not. The water wasn’t water at all, instead it was white. Vegeta lightly laughed at my obvious confusion. “Kakarot please tell me that this isn’t your first time bathing in goat’s milk.”

          “Goat’s milk? Why would you bathe in milk?”

          He actually threw his head back, nearly barking with laughter. I should have been offended but the sight of him so joyous is rare, and yet again I was held captivated by his utter beauty. “I bathe in goat’s milk from time to time to keep my skin healthy and smooth.” He reached out brushing his hand down my exposed chest, showing me instead of further explaining. “I train daily with my sword; I use these very hands to build when I am bored. Do you see Kakarot; see how soft my touch is.”

          I nodded dumbly, yes I did feel how soft his touch is, and I wanted to keep feeling it. I lost myself time and time again in his captivating presents, I felt my heart throb and swell underneath his touch. Why must this be so wrong when it felt so right, I belonged here with him in this time and the next; I was his and I knew he was mine.

          When he slid the robe down ever so slowly off his right shoulder, and gave me an expectant glance, my palms became sweaty, a chill raced through-out my veins; this was it, this was what we fought so hard against, a war we were destined to lose and oddly enough I was more than fine to lose.

          I didn’t fumble or stutter any of my movements, instead I moved with dignified grace and a playful smile as I removed my clothing and jewellery; I showed him a side of me he had never known; confidence. I knew this took him off guard, and I couldn’t help but to continue my movements. I acted as though we been lovers for decades; if you counted my many dreams then this wasn’t that far off to the truth.

          I strutted ahead, lightly stroked his dazed face as I walked on by and wadded into the warm bath. I didn’t allow the strangeness of the texture of the bath to deter me from what I was trying to accomplish. I had my Pharaoh’s attention entrapped, and I planned to keep it. I dove into the milk giving my Pharaoh a wonderful view of my buttocks, and slowly breeching the surface. I fixed my gaze on the sculpted beauty transfixed on me. To describe having the Pharaoh’s utmost attention is unconceivable, astounding, and demolishing.

          I held out my hand, waiting and anticipating. Instead of taking my offer he moved to the side, stretched that amazing god like body and dove in. I couldn’t see his form in the liquid, but I did however felt him. I felt his hands smoothing up from my ankles, brushing up my knees, his body moved closer, coming up from the milk he pressed his front to my back, his arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him. “Vegeta…”

          “You feel better than any dream could conjure.” I felt his heated breath against my neck and I swallowed my moan, by the god’s a fire already had ignited in my whole being; I have never felt such passion. He slipped his wayward hand upwards feeling every ridge of my defined body. “You’re skin if like fire beneath my palm Kakarot. A fire I fear that will consume me whole.”

          I wanted to consume him, take everything that he is and make it apart of me, and to share with no other. He was mine! No other dare touch him. My mind was over-run with the great sense of possession, and before it took me whole I had to give one last ditch effort to save our souls. I moved from the position he held me, I turned to face him, I needed to see his eyes, I needed to know. “Vegeta, if we continue then we will be damned. I want to be positive you know and ready.”

          “Kakarot we have already been contemned the moment I saw you as a man.” Such a truth I have ever known, we were contemned that very day. His lips locked with my own with such a desperate force, honey, that sweet taste of honey; how many times have I eaten the treat and imagine his lips? His fingers laced in my drooping locks holding me in place as he dominated my mouth, claiming, owning, his, it was all his, to have and take whenever he chose.

          I didn’t stop my hands, no, I took the opportunity to feel and relearn the Royal flesh before me, there wasn’t a slow romance, no sweet slow foreplay; no, we were just two men desperate, needy, and taking what we wanted for so long.

          The milk sloshed around as we moved; grinding, groping, stroking, our kiss never ending. His tongue glided against my own, no battle nor force behind it, it was explorative, feeling and tasting; remembering. I could feel his heart beat with such ferocity against my chest, and I clung onto him all the more. I needed him, the need for this man was powerful, holding me into a choke hold that I never wanted to escape from. More, I wanted more.

          That soft hand grasped my aching sex, making me nearly arch in two. Chichi had never brought out such a reaction from me, never called out this desire and need as my Pharaoh did in one simple touch. He chuckled darkly at my reaction and I grunted, not as amused as he was. So in turn I took his manhood in a firm grasp and stroked like a professional sex worker. His reaction didn’t disappoint me the least. It was my turn to chuckle as his head tossed back, releasing a hissing groan through clenched teeth; how can I not admire such beauty? I needed more. I continued to stroke my Pharaoh, watched mesmerized by his light trashing. The act of pleasuring him was doing wonders for my own self. His hips pumped forward, grinding when my fisted hand reached his base, I shuddered, my cock twitched. I couldn’t nor wouldn’t stop. My movements gained in speed and he let loose a string of manly groans, he held himself up by a hand on my shoulder, hanging on.

          I couldn’t believe it; I was pleasuring my Pharaoh, my eternal love. I believe it was the act alone that did it for me. Shameful really, my Pharaoh was the one being serviced by my hand and it was I who released. I couldn’t stop it, no matter how much I tired. I even went as far as try to stare at the ceiling but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of my Pharaoh, the look of desire and passion in his eyes held me and was my ultimate undoing. I collapsed from my orgasm, leaving my Pharaoh above me, panting for more.

          He fell to his knees keeping eye-level with me; he cupped the back of my head and gave me such a gentle kiss. He pulled away, his eyes peering into my very soul; his hands not once halted their petting or stroking. “Kakarot I cannot wait much longer to have you.”

          “Then have me, I am yours.” Again he consumed me with his powerful lips, his arms wrapping around my waist hoisting me up on the steps. I let him do as he pleased, for I wanted whatever he was willing to give. I honestly didn’t know what to think or how to feel when he spread my legs like you would a woman, but once I felt the heat of his skin my thoughts went out the window. Instead I allowed myself to feel.

          I felt his hands reach down, one took a firm hold of my manhood coaxing it back to attention, and the other went unnoticed. My eyes never leaving his own, we both bore into one another’s, looking for what we knew was there; love, certainty, and acceptance.

          A shout tore from my lips when I felt his girth breech me. My teeth clenched tightly nearly cracking, god’s the pain was unreal; my Pharaoh did not halt, instead he pushed on, giving my manhood more attention, giving me something to concentrate on other than the splitting burning pain just beyond, and I wouldn’t want any less; continue my Pharaoh, continue, make me yours.

          He halted once he was settled deep within me, and yes the pain was great but the idea that my Pharaoh was one with me was all that much more powerful. He waited, holding himself still, shaking with his need to continue, he waited. I shifted letting out a shuddering breath, this wouldn’t get any more comfortable, there was no point in waiting; I’ll never become accustomed to this. “Please Vegeta, please.”

          “Kakarot…” He leaned in making his cock shift inside me, adding to the burning sensation. I welcomed it. I took his lips, sealing us completely together as one. He began his climb to ecstasy, and I his vassal, I allowed him to use me for his needs, I’ll do anything for my Pharaoh.

          I hissed and arched under the pain, but I refused Vegeta to stop, instead I asked for more with breathily whines disguised as moans. I didn’t want my Pharaoh to stop because I couldn’t handle his love, no never. His hips gained more momentum, pulling his upper body up, holding my hips in place as he worked.

          I lifted my hips upwards to give him better access, and then something unbelievable occurred, it left my vision spotty and my breath hitch. With each stroke he had strike something deep within that was a piece of a glorious afterlife. My little whines became full blown moans, my body quaked under each wonderful stroke, and I saw the blissful smile on his face, which only heighten my hunger. I couldn’t help but slam my hips upward with each pound foreword, and I demanded more. Faster, harder, more, more, more.

          He pulled my legs up on his broad shoulder; his hands awkwardly grasped each cheek spreading me more for his cock to fully nestle between them. He used all his force to nearly fuck me into the marble bath; that was what this was, we didn’t make love, no, we fucked in desperation and need; for we had denied ourselves for far too long.

          I felt my body convulse under his power, my stomach tightened and my head swooned. Under lidded eyes I gaze upon him, the rouge hue gracing his cheeks from his passions made him all the more handsome; the sight had done it for me, I came once again with a roar, spilling my release over my abs and chest. I felt him slam forward once again, locking his hips on my own, I felt the hot splash in my channel and I knew h e had reached his pinnacle as well.

          His breathing was erratic, panting really, doing his best to regain himself. He nuzzled my neck, leaving little kisses beneath my ear. “I love you Kakarot.”

          “And I you Vegeta.”

          He pulled away to once again stare into my eyes. “When we go to the next life Kakarot, I will hold your hand, and we shall walk into hell together; hand in hand.” Such a thing would make any other being fearful, acceptance of hell wasn’t something anyone would want, and yet as he spoke those words to me, I felt joy. Yes we will walk in the fire pits but we will do it hand in hand, together, we can accomplish anything.

And boom goes the dynamite. I was going to do something very different in this chapter, that would have lead to no lemons, but I think you guys have waited long enough, so I won’t be cruel. And yes I know! Goku is bottom! Gasp! I know I am a big Uke vegeta fan, and it is rare when he is seme in my fics, but things may change ;) Now on with reviews!

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In ancient times