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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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This is set in late 1700’s in sweet ol’ Pairee. Song recommendation, Brad Fiedel- Come to me. If you haven’t guessed it yet, that song is my favourite, because I think it is so dark and sexy. I listen to it at least twice a day.

Midnight in Pairs

            In the underbelly depths of Pairs, a lone man walked, his figure distorted by the foggy density of midnight; oil lamps hung on the walls above, only adding to the eerie feel of this mysterious figure. Each tap of his foot against the stone echoed, syncing to the cool beating of his heart, his overcoat swayed and flared against the breezes passing by, creating swirls of mist at his feet.

            On the outside, he seemed collective, relaxed; enjoying the midnight stroll; yet on the inside, his innards crawled with a sense of vagueness. His fine dark eyes screamed, searching warily from side to side, yet his face was etched of stone; indifference. He could feel the eyes of another penetrate his very soul, his stalker, a hunter of the night, and he, the prey; just a figment of his imagination, they said. How could this be so when he felt the eyes, could hear the voice call to him; for so long.

            Vegeta pulled his collar up, hiding himself deeper in his over size coat, needing security; not from the chilled night air. His eyes silted closed, only for a moment, clearing the haze threatening to blind him. So long, so very long, he could hear that voice whispering his name, swore he could feel the icy breath chill his heart, since he was a boy. Just a simple trouble-free boy whom loved to run down the busy market streets, parents in tow, looking for that perfectly baked baguette. Yet, the stalker he solely believed in was all an illusion he conjured up; as his friends believed.

            Trepidation and anxiety filled him each passing night; a mouse scurrying across his floor would leave him trembling in fright. Tension subsequently thickened, enough so to cut it from the air itself and serve it to the Queen. However, he found himself here, always the same street, constantly covered in the fog, always the same, night in, night out, fear momentarily forgotten long enough for a simple routine walk. What was it that drawled him there, rain or snow, his feet moved forward, and those imaginary eyes stalked him; leaving him breathless. This night would be different, he felt this to the very core, this was the night his whole plain life would change, his heart sped, thundering against his chest; he raised his head, staring forward, a sense of purpose, a fundamental need to show coldness and pride filled him. He would not wither and cower under this entity.

            A ricochet of footsteps further behind him filled his ears, his lack hands became balled fists, his steps increased. Thump-a-dumb thump-a-dumb thump-a-dumb, the sounds of his accelerated heartbeat deafen him, the flight or fight responses kicking into maximum, escape, he needed escape now. A bead of cold sweat streaked down his temple, eyes flashing from left to right, never daring to look back, forward, he could feel the arctic grips slowly trail up his shoulders, and his feet moved on their own accord, taking him left.

            The moment he side tracked off the main street, his legs moved into a full sprint, extending fully, pushing his body forward with the feverous intent of escape. His mouth opened, gasping, panting; desperate for air. His body froze, his gasping breaths halted instantly once his hand came into contact with a solid cold stone wall. His chest sunk, his stomach hitting the bottom of his feet. His movements robotic, slow, the trembling of his hands uncontrollable; he turned.

            As he expected, what he knew to be true; came in a form. The haze covered him, but he knew that was the one who haunted him nightly, leaving him restless and shaken by the anonymous intents of this entity. It hovered with phantom speed, each closing inch left him grounded, the glowing aqua eyes piercing him with their intensity; hypnotizing. Each passing second, it came closer, those eyes relaxing him, making his mind hazy, his limbs weak, stumbling back his shoulders slumped against the wall behind him.

            From the vapour came his nightmare, finally revealing itself; a powerfully built male, golden long hair, dressed in the French Aristocratic fashion, the overcoat adding to his build making him seem much larger. Vegeta found himself loosing his fear, melting away from the sheer beauty of this man, holding him in a deep rendering spell; it was those eyes. Vegeta parted his lips, anxiousness still evident, uncertain what was planned. He knew what this man was, a demon, a creature of the night that could hold poor souls in their grasp, make them willing to die in the creatures handsome arms.

            Vegeta watched, unable to turn his head, locked forever in the gaze of the undead, he couldn’t help but appreciate the finely made features of this fiend of darkness, sharp angled face, narrow nose, fine golden eyebrows, his eyes darkened making his bright aqua eyes shine brilliantly in the night, a smile curled a corner of the demon’s lip, flashing a dangerous elongated canine, making him shiver with anticipation. A boost of unknown courage filled him long enough to break the demon’s spell and speak. “Am I to die this night?”

            The creature chuckled with a deep rumbling low sound, a wicked tongue licked down to the tip of his deadly fang, and answered, surprising his ‘victim’. “No, not yet. I waited far too long for you.” Vegeta’s brow furrowed, the accent hard to place, reminding him of a time older than time itself. It outstretched a hand; eyes flashed a hint of golden, mesmerizing to the dark haired beauty leaned against the stone, smiling in victory when the very warm and timid hand slipped into his frigid pale palm.

            Vegeta shuddered violently when a chilled cheek pressed and nuzzled against the skin of his neck, he lightly chuckled when he noticed this demon was his height, and size… “Who are you…”

            Vegeta quaked when the creature chuckled that deep rumble once again, reminding him strongly of something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. A cold hand swept under his coat, pressing on his back to slide up his spine, only to cup the back of his neck, using two frozen fingers to coax him to stare in those hypnotic eyes. Something inside told him, he knew this thing, knew much more about it than he believed.

            A hand came to hold his cheek, making his heated blood run cold. “I am you, and you are me. I am Vegeta.”

            Vegeta shook his head, looking more closely, whispering his rebuttal under his breath. “How is that possible, I am not you, and you’re definitely not me.”

            A cruel snicker was his answer, before he found himself transported into a very new scenery. He stumbled his steps, almost knocking over a tray filled of sparkling champagne. He gave an apologetic look, excusing himself; in the mist of this, he was on high alert. His eyes examined his surroundings, finding himself in a grand ball, men and woman alike dressed to the very best, face hidden behind elaborate mask; a masquerade. He had heard of these before, but never partook, his social standing virtually non-existent. His face blossomed with a fierce blush of embarrassment, his hands coming to cover his clothing with his coat, rags in comparison to these radiant and marvellous clothing; only to find nothing of the sort.

            He gasped looking down, a beautifully woven royal blue suite, affordable only to Dukes and Kings, and yet here he stood a man of little coin wearing something he never would be able to afford, even if he saved for the rest of his life. He glanced into a mirror just off to the corner and made his way there. His hands splayed against his chiselled chest; harden after many years working shovelling coal. The blue made his dark eyes and hair stand out, the black patterns crafted wonderfully; he looked like a man of Royalty, not of the slum. Gloved hands slithered over his shoulders, cold deadly lips brushed his ear. “I am Prince Vegeta, and so are you.” A sniff and pause left him shaken; unsure for the reason. “I am unsure how this came about, for my soul still lives, yet, like a flame in the night, you exist.” Gloved hands slid down the length of Vegeta’s arms, making him shiver. “You’re beautiful to me, so beautiful. Pure.” Deadly teeth nipped his lobe. “I want you… all of you… forever.”

            “No… I… I can’t.” Vegeta arched his neck, his head falling back against a sturdy shoulder. “I want to live.” A band begun a new set, a violin pierced the chatter, singing a beautiful song for lovers to sway, the deep light pounds of drums thrilled the crowd. Vegeta found himself guided, the hips behind him swaying, a hand curved on his waist pulling him back making his own hips follow the lead. The actions of his body wasn’t his own, he felt weak. The music picked up tempo, speeding and exhilarating, Vegeta found himself in a deep sedated haze, his body move fluidly against his double, vaguely he noticed the crowd watching them, licking their lips with perverted fantasies of ‘brotherly’ love, why not, they did look the part, both exactly the same other than hair and eye colouration. Were they the same? Again he found himself whispering pleas of survival, only to fall upon deaf ears. Looking out to the crowd he tried a new tactic, he asked for their help, only to be roughly jerked into the monster’s tight hold, both heads snapping to the side, eyes lock. Vegeta’s lips set grimly, whilst the monster’s lips only showed satisfaction.

            “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The blonde moved in, licking the raven hair man’s Adams apple with a wide sweep of his tongue. “Such bad behaviour young one.” He sniffed around the collar of his dress jacket. “Mmm, you smell ripe. 22 I believe, just only 5 years younger than when I was turned.” Vegeta’s eyes flashed to the patrons of the ball, begging for anyone of them to save him from the devils grasp. He was hard press in his endeavour to find help, and the mocking sound of snickering wasn’t helping. “You think these pathetic mortals will help you. Don’t be so foolish young one, they are sightless and dim. All they see is a beautiful body. They wag their tongues for samples of you’re…” The creature slid his hands down to cup Vegeta’s bottom. “…supple assets.” Vegeta moaned in dismay at the truthful words spilled. “To their disheartenment, you are not meant to be touched by any other. I ensured that for years. My young innocent.”

            Vegeta opened his mouth, to scream, shout, holler, anything, but nothing came out, each forceful push of air expelled without a sound; a feeling of utter dread and surrender filled his very core. His body was no longer his to control, a puppet on strings dancing merrily for its puppeteer, his voice gone, mute under the creature’s control, and the most devastating of all, he was starting to think that it wasn’t so terrible. Vegeta felt a tear forming only to spill down his cheek, a cold slippery tongue instantly halting its trek down lapped up his physical evidence of conquered soul; such a little fight, overwhelmed and overpowered by the will of a Strigoi, Vampir, Nosferatu, Nachttoter; whatever you may call this evil fiend.

            Vegeta felt himself being lead into a dark corner, only sheets of drapery hiding the majority of their bodies. Cold hands slid down his sides, his body pinned against the hard wall by its will alone, locked in a position that its new owner delightedly placed it to be. Diligent fingers worked the collar of his shirt, snapping the buttons open with ease and grace, exposing his collarbone and long strong neck, freezing lips brushed his pumping pulse, making him stand utterly stock-still, waiting for the sharp evil teeth to tear it apart and drink in his soul; all he pleaded for was a quiet quick death. Tears slipped freely from his eyes, unable to contain the hot moisture of failure from its freefall. A murmuring hush oddly relaxed him, those hands splayed against his body, feeling each define curve and dip, cupping and massaging, making him flush under the attention. Cold nips and frigid kisses alerted his body in strange ways, filling it with a sense of excitement. “I simply cannot wait to have you.” The undead being placed a kiss under Vegeta’s jaw. “I denied myself for too long as is.” Deathly hands weaved up to Vegeta’s skull, pulling back his dark ebony locks, receiving teasing bites along his jaw line.

            Vegeta’s mouth opened with a inaudible gasp, as the creature of the night tore away the backing of his knickers, icy hands pulled his bottom to part, chilling him to the core. He struggled, with renewed strength, only for it all to be in vain, the enchantment he was under far much more powerful than a mortal’s strength and will to fight against being sodomized by their killer. Vegeta silently whined, begging to all the holy ghosts above for salvation, pleading to the heavens above of his worthiness of a saviour, only to find the cold unresponsive ceiling above. Like a rushing river, unpredictable and deceivingly quick; Vegeta knew what pain was, his vision blank by the sheer magnitude of agony racing like razor blades up and down his spine, the burn and tearing pain between his buttocks threatening to split him in two. Tears streamed his face, his mouth agape releasing a terrorizing silent scream. His legs were locked around the demon’s waist, his breathing coming out in gulping gouges; his was alight with the sharp tingles of pain, practically exploding in the back of his skull. The dead body moved in closer, clashing their chests together, hips grinding in slow circles, the fiends teeth grazing against Vegeta’s throat threateningly, teasingly; a hissing breath expelled the wicked mouth. “You feel a lot better than I expected.” It bucked its hips upwards, making Vegeta cry out silently once again, panting through the pain. “I wonder how you taste.” The question accompanied with another powerful thrust. “Will it be as good as your body? Will it make me feel as good?”

            Vegeta felt his head sway back, he did his best to ignore the plummeting done to his abused bottom, hiss from time to time at the burning sting once the demon’s cock slid against the torn flesh. His hands moved to the cold shoulders for support, an adjustment done by his body’s own accordance and something astonishing accrued. The monster’s cock fully stimulated something within him that left flashes of brilliant white to cross his vision, his eyes filled of wonderment, and he implored the creature to do it again with a squeeze of a hand. Again he found himself in a strange sense of bliss, his actions over his body regaining control, he moved on his own power, grinding his hips downward as the blonde slammed up, hitting that amazing place once again, sending him into an abyssal pit of desire and want. His arms wrapped around the cold shoulders, brining his upper body closer, his head resting against the blonde, the raven haired beauty found his voice; a breathless whisper. “Oh God, more.”

            Ask and one shall receive, the blonde’s triumphant smirk curled beamed, and his hips piston up, slamming into the dark haired beauty, his only sick twisted desire was to witness this as a third person, mirrors was a lost cause, undead- no reflection. He could only imagine how they looked, two perfected forms, doppelgangers, his beautiful dark hair lover a reincarnation of his own self, in essence he was fucking himself, and to him, himself was his perfect lover and partner, beauty, pride, and oh so much more. His body moved with more vigour, the sounds of Vegeta lost in an ocean of pleasure heightening his own need. Slamming forward, he felt the dark hair man shudder and lock on his thick cock, milking him of anything he had to give, he could smell his lover’s seed spilling inside his pants; his fangs itched.

            Vegeta allowed the last of the shudders to ebb, his body loose, and greatly gratified by the magnificent occurrence called a powerful orgasm. His head lulled lazily to the side, momentarily forgetting the deadly nature of the creature until it was far too late. He let out a surprising painful yelp when a set of fangs buried deep in his throat, penetrating his arty deep, the throbbing ache was immense, but a pulse of euphoria bloomed in his chest deafening the piercing sting. His eyes grew heavy, the sounds of harsh sucking acting as his lullaby; the world grew dark.

            The blonde held the limp body between the shoulder blades, licking his lips, purring at the sweet tangy taste, never removing his monstrous gaze from his reincarnated self; how many nights had he watched over him, watched him grow into a young man; for far too long. He smiled, vanishing them both into the very modest low budget house, placing the raven hair splendour upon his made bed, slipping the covers over his chest, he smiled. The young one would awake, believing it all to be a riveting dream, only to notice said clothing in the dream on his person, the sting in his neck, and well… the dull ache in his bottom. The creature chuckled, placing a light kiss on Vegeta’s forehead, pulling away he laughed lowly. “Just two more times young one, and you’re all mine.”

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KaptajBellamus: Awe thank you, and don’t be jealous, my writing needs improvement, im far from perfect. Just practice, practice, practice!!! Urg, sooo many letters 0.o heheh for the chapter Attention, oddly I was picturing Jeice…… lol

Vegetasfangurl: Hahahaha hallucinations for not funny man heheheh, I remember mine cause by….a….ummm…. fever…. Yes that’s right a fever! No really tho. It was so high I started imagining ghosts dancing in my room, and for a little girl that’s scary stuff lol. Thank you for reviewing.

Animeslave18: Tell me about it… drool… that picture does things to my womanly parts that should remain not discussed… Yeah I’m a pretty out there person, not very bashful about a lot of things, I think I heard it all hahah. You’re friends are probably not avoiding you, maybe something is going on in their lives that is taking up their time; I hope that is the case, because your awesome, and if you ever want to talk or do some fangirl gushing, you have my email XD I am sure you’re writing will be perfect! Xoxox, I am totally in love with you right now! Hurray for Brolly Vegeta love! To be honest I simply drool at these two, and I think I am in love… shhh between me and you *snicker* Brolly is just too hard to resist, gahh look at em! *hfirfirnfhfrninfjvhro* drool* Also this is for you, I thought of you through the majority of the fic, *I wonder if she like this! Try this image for size *Buawhahahahah! Cough…cough* I know how you like your hicky makers :P I was big into the vampire genre, but Twilight ruined it for me! Vampires seduce, or eat their food, not get caught up in teenage angst, and they sparkle!!!!! Come on SPARKLE!!!! So, anywho I do hear great things about true blood, but I just can’t do it, sniff, I miss my Bram Stokers Dracula, Vlad Tepes, Fright Night 1980’s. I need to get that morale boost for the seductive bloodsuckers once again, and beat these preteen gals away from the real creatures of the night! Join the fight!! Hahaha joking.

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