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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Himitsu

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Posted: 11-9-05

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 .10 ]

"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.

[ ..... ]

As I'm sure you've already guessed, I have a very difficult time sleeping.

After about the third attempt to sleep and stay asleep, I get up around 10:30am and walk to the
bathroom to splash water on my face. Washing away the sweat and dried tears. Noticing my flushed cheeks,
perspiration, and a partial erection, you'd think I actually got laid after all. Ha-ha. Am I really so desperate
for physical gratification? Sigh. This is going to be harder than I thought. But my "bad dreams" only mean
I have to re-double my efforts. These urges of mine are just selfishness. After all I must have put her
through, after how much our relationship has already suffered, I should at least try my hardest.

Chichi deserves at least that much.

[ ..... ]

Not so bright and early this morning, I join my family at the table for a late breakfast.

"I thought you'd never get up..." Goten says instead of good morning as Chichi piles a mound
of pancakes in front of me. The stack ending just under my nose. And of course, it smells like heaven.
Temporary redemption and happiness all wrapped up in one doughy treat.

"Goten told me you had a rough night..." Chichi says and I almost choke on my food.

Yea. Rough. That's the word.

Noticing my discomfort. "Are you all right?" she asks, for once genuinely concerned.

| Nope. |

"After your yummy pancakes I'll be just fine!"

God that sounded so saccharine even to me. But this seems to be exactly what they need to hear
from the perpetually hungry Gokuu to know he'll be ok. I really need to start saying exactly what I mean.
Well... one problem at a time...

[ ..... ]

Well I'll be damned. After breakfast I do indeed feel better! A good meal always does so much
to improve my mood. There's no better way to seize the day than on a full stomach. At least... that's
what I think.

Now on with my day!

How does Son Gokuu spend his day? I bet you're wondering what it is I do other than eat,
sleep and beat some monster into the ground. Or train so I can beat the next monster even faster.
I've got to admit... you're half right. I do train and I do eat and sleep. But there's more to my
waking hours than that. Especially since I've become more family oriented and given up my peeping
tom ways.

For one, I'm taking very specific steps to get to know my wife better in the hopes
that one day I can look at our relationship and think it's stronger than any foe I've ever had
to face.

But what does it mean to have a strong relationship? I'm learning the hard way that it needs
a foundation of patience, trust, selflessness and understanding. Not to mention time. So now, Chichi
and I actually spend time together. I don't mean when I help her around the house, or run some errand
for her, or when we "argue." Though two of those things are important, and as I see from the occasional
sweet peck on the cheek, are much appreciated. What I mean is, we've actually begun to take an active
interest in one another�s' hobbies!

My god it's so simple!

As I mentioned before, Chichi loves to read. I just didn't know how much until now. When
she wasn't cleaning, cooking, or spending time with Goten and I, she was reading. She would keep
me up at night just telling me the bits and pieces of what she'd read in the past few days. Reading
sounded so much more fascinating when she talked about it. Muten Roshi sama made me read bizarre
things. Things that a 14 year old boy should not be reading, let alone out loud. So I guess I never
developed the love of it that Chichi so obviously had. But it does explain some of my ... odder
interests.

It turns out, Chichi's appreciation for books stemmed from my constant absences. She
would stay home, waiting for me to return, sometimes for years, knowing all the insane adventures
and life altering, or ending battles I must be in. While she always complained, I think in some ways
she was just a little bit jealous. So she reads these books. They are her way of living a strange and
extraordinary life without actually having to go anywhere. Having been to some of the fantastic places
she's read about, I feel kind of bad, like I should have taken her with me when the 'team' and I were
out saving the world.

I always thought of fighting in those situations as "my thing." I always thought with her
'it's too dangerous!' and 'don't drag my son to these places!!' that that was the last place she or I
wanted her to be. And maybe it was dangerous, maybe it was my thing, but I bet she would have
wanted to see, at least once.

This never once occurred to me until just now. She can be so complicated. Boy I really don't
know my wife at all.

[ ..... ]

I see my dark haired woman curled up on the couch again today. Old habits die hard for
her too I guess. I began to wonder if there was any book she hadn't browsed through. She'd even
gone so far as to learn other languages so she could read her favorite books in their original form.
The stories that unfold and tales these books tell sound almost exciting as my crazy life, with even
more plot twists. Though not everything she reads is action adventure. She recently got into Greek
mythology. The Greeks had such strange ideas...

I find her on the couch under the lamp, reading something by a man named ...Ovid was it?

She puts the book down in her lap and stares off into space. "Wow..." is all she says.

"Whatcha readin?"

"Oh! Gokuu you startled me! ... It's just this bizarre story about a man that fell in love with
his own reflection! My god have you ever met anyone so vain!?" she bellows, asking no one in particular.
Though I wonder if a certain prince was narcissistic enough to do so. Naa. Even he's not that high
on himself.

I wonder what he's doing now... Or rather...who...

"No I don't think I have!" I laugh lightly.

"And this story!" She picks up a book that had fallen to the floor. "This was so romantic...
but so sad!" On the cover there's a picture of a beautiful man sleeping, while a woman hovering above
him, holds a candle that lights the dark room and hot wax begins to drip perilously close to the slumbering
man. "Really? Tell me about it!" I ask. I sit down next to her and she retells the story, weaving an
intricate web of desperation, need, love, loss, curiosity and regret. She provided the words and I let
my imagination do the rest.

[ ..... ]

We spend hours like this. Chichi tells me tale after tale. Some are happy, some are sad.
Some leave me feeling like the world could be such an awful place, just to have the next story renew
my faith that anything was possible. No two stories are alike. As she goes on about worlds and people
that only exist in text on paper, I notice something. Something small. Something that wouldn't seem so
out of the ordinary to anyone else but me.

Chichi is smiling. Smiling at me. There's a light in her eyes, and a lilt in her voice that I
haven't seen or heard in decades. As she speaks, I take her in my arms and hug her, which of course
interrupts her story. She looks surprised, but then hugs me back.

"What was that for?" she asks, still smiling.

"Oh nothing! ... You were saying...?"

[ ..... ]

Many more stories later Chichi has curled up in my arms, leaning her head against my chest. She
speaks all day and well into the night until her throat is hoarse. Then she speaks some more. Her words and
stories getting quieter and quieter until they cease, swallowed up by sleep. I watch her snoozing soundly
against my chest and for a second I'm reminded that sex was promised tonight. I frown at the thought.
The moment seems just too perfect for me to mess it up pestering her for that. It seems strange that I'm
actually passing up the opportunity for sex. But I don't feel annoyed or frustrated. Even if she woke up
now, I would not ask. Right now the small smile playing on her lips as she rests is all I need.

I guess this is that intimacy thing I'm always hearing about.

Interesting.

[ ..... ]

When I wake, Chichi is still nestled against me in sleep. Normally she'd already be up cleaning
something, or I'd have been up hours ago training for some unseen foe. But not today. Goten tip-toes past me
towards the window. He opens it as quietly as he can, thinking I'm asleep. "Be back by 11." I whisper without
turning my head. I can actually hear his surprise. Silly boy, thinking he can pull a fast one on his dad. "Yea."
he whispers back as he retreats out the window. Where does he go every day? Well I'll find out some other
time. For now I sit and look out the window. Just enjoying rare moments of peace.

Something stirs, just in the back of my mind, but I ignore it.

Eventually Chichi wakes to the sound of birds chirping and my light breathing.

"Good morning!"

It's been weeks since she's bothered saying even that small pleasantry.

"Mornin Chichi!"

Things are changing and I couldn't be happier.

"Oooh it's so late I better get started on breakfast!!" She untangles herself from the blankets and
limbs and makes her way hastily to the kitchen. Her hair everywhere, and top bun messy from sleep.

Well some things I wouldn't change for the world.

[ ..... ]

Breakfast is spectacular as always, and having it served by a woman who was not yelling and actually
seemed to want me around made it taste that much better. We eat in companionable silence. Not because
we don't want to speak or that there was nothing to say. But simply because nothing needed to be said. Actions
speak so much louder than words.

Chichi sips her orange juice as I shove another piece of syrupy French toast in my mouth. I know I should
eat more neatly. I know she complains about my piggish ways at the table. But her food's just so damn good! She glances
at me over the rim of her glass. Oh here it comes. I eat very quietly now, thinking I've certainly ruined the mood, and
that my volatile Chichi could revert and blow any minute. But there was no eruption of anger. She gently puts her
glass down on the table and walks over to me.

"You've got crumbs on your face..." she says quietly.

"Heheh.." I laugh nervously at first then just freeze like a deer in headlights when she leans in and kisses
the side of my mouth where syrup and crumbs clings to my skin. She pulls back a moment later only to lean in again and
kiss me on the mouth. Her lips slightly sticky and sweet. She kisses very softly. Shyly. As if we'd never done it
before. I suppose in a way we hadn't. For the most part if anything physically romantic or sexual occurred, I was
the one to initiate it. Not my chaste Chichi.

Fork still in my hand, breakfast still warm and fragrant on the table, I sit there motionless, in a sort of
shock over something so simple. She's changed more than I thought. Chichi, noticing my lack of what she deems a
suitable response, starts to lose her small burst of sexual confidence and moves away.

No no! I grab her hand lightly to stop her from leaving and kiss her palm, to show her that her efforts are
not in vain, and I am indeed interested. She blushes as I make that point very clear. She watches me kiss the pad
of each individual finger. She trembles slightly when my lips move to her slim wrist, over milky skin. Her pulse flutters
under it.

"G..Gokuu... sa..." she says sounding almost breathless even after such a minimal amount of attention. She's
pretty sensitive. Like me I suppose. I stand and pull her against me gently, delicately, as if she were made of glass.
My lips and her hand still connected. She looks up at me with the early kindling of desire in her eyes. A look I have
not seen in ages.

I thank whatever deity is responsible for this small blessing as I put two fingers to my forehead, and take
us somewhere more... private.

[ ..... ]

For once in a very long while, Chichi lies content and replete against the pillows of our bed. Beads of sweat
and wisps of black hair cling to her round face and slim neck. The soft cotton sheets just barely cover her nudity.
She smiles contently in her post orgasmic sleep and I silently pat myself on the back. This time was very different
from the last. I was considerate, and did this for her pleasure as well as my own. This time I knew to take it slow.
This time I knew to not to force, or rush, or pry. I let her set the pace, and knew better than to try to introduce
some strange kink to a woman who got flustered over the slightest mention of sex. Perhaps Chichi won't be so
reserved forever. But if I learn anything from all this, it's that patience is a virtue. And my patience is paying off.

Feeling physically and emotionally sated is new to me. If this is the result of being a better husband, then
all the more reason to keep it up.

Does that sound selfish at all? I'm not sure...

[ ..... ]

Chichi sleeps long and hard. I guess finally releasing all that tension must have really worn her out. Or maybe
just my "good loving." I snicker, but can't stop from feeling proud of my little accomplishment. I smile all the way through
my shower. Something nags at the back of my mind, but I'm in far too good a mood to let it bother me. I smile all the way
to the dresser to put on my clothes, and all the way to back to the kitchen for a mid afternoon snack.

And then... I feel it. Or rather I recognize it. That signal. The one I was just beginning to forget.

Standing in the kitchen with a glass of juice in my hand, I wonder why on earth he would be calling. Could he be
calling me for... No of course not!! His ki is nowhere near Capsule Corp. or Bulma. I guess that means it's 'safe' then.

Something tells me to ignore him. I gulp down my juice and figure I should stop worrying. Because Bejiita's
not calling me to watch, so its no big deal. I put my glass in the sink and IT over, still not really knowing what to expect.

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