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Adult ++
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20
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95
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[Chapter .11]
Himitsu
Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Posted: 11-22-05
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 .11 ]
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.
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.
eyes drift lower than they should and I feel that same coiling unease. This all seems much too familiar
and it irks me.
why... why would he want to spar now? Things are different. I'm different. But maybe our so called
relationship is ready to go back to the strange, complex mass of violence, anger, envy, and
begrudging camaraderie that it once was. Back to what we called normalcy. It's just a spar
anyway. Nothing new. No reason to feel resentment. No need to remember the last time we were
here he cast me side like the trash he used to call me, and then I turned my wrath on him for making
me acknowledge something I've been trying to forget.
Water under the bridge right? It's just a friendly spar. As friendly as Bejiita can be anyway.
get in some good exercise. I'm rewarded with a swift punch in the kidney.
'I want to spar.'
[ ..... ]
crackling ki are shot at me rapid fire from below. I dodge them with ease before sending the
last one screaming back to it's owner. Just as the blast hits Bejiita square in the middle of his back
he turns around just in time for me to embed my fist in his jaw. His face contorts into enraged
shock and blood spews from his lips from repeated blows. He skids to a halt across the
scorched, destroyed earth. Pulling himself from a mound of dirt a few feet away, he stands up,
spitting mad, glaring at me. Leaves and debris clinging to his untamable hair.
because I'm winning? Again. Or is it something else? For some reason his anger brings me
smile. Since when does his being pissed make me happy? Bejiita and rage usually meant pain
and fighting for me, not amusement.
insult, which of course makes his rage increase tenfold. Makes his bloodlust that much stronger. He
stands perfectly still before blinking out of sight suddenly. For an moment, he moves faster than
even I can keep up before a knee rams itself into my delicates.
numb. I have a very difficult time breathing and the agonizing pain behind my eyes makes my vision
hazy. I spend a few seconds rocking back and forth, trying to get the feeling back in my legs, waiting
for my testicles to drop. Afraid to talk, thinking my already breathy, tenor voice just hit soprano.
stand over me and laugh. The same harsh, derisive laughter he was famous for.
deathly white in an instant and he jumps out of the way of my blast just in the nick of time before
I make him a steer.*
is still... in place. Seems I only managed to singe a few pubic hairs. Pity.
and moan about it before I deliver one of my own. "GUHhhh!!" Bejiita is thrown back from the force
of it and I try my best to ignore his oddly spine-tingling sounds of ... discomfort. But of course, I fail
miserably. This of course, only makes me angrier, which in turn makes me hit him again. Only harder.
day dictates it should be.
out of his hair. All the laughter gone out of him only to be replaced by even more wrath. He comes at me in
a fury of arms and fists and legs that fly at me from seemingly every angle all at once. I block some but
certainly not all as he pins me against a large bolder and his merciless kicks and punches have their way with me.
ki pushes him back long enough to escape the violent barrage. A swift jab to the face when he's stunned.
My boot connects with the side of his head and he's sent flying again a second later. I throw a huge ball
of ki at him while he's still in the air. "AAH!!" he yelps in pain and falls to the ground. As he struggles to stand
again and the fight goes on I wonder how I can possible defend myself or hurt him and have him be a
little less ... vocal.
be a shout, a groan, a yelp, a scream, or at the very least a sharp intake of breath. He's loud whether
he's in bed or the battlefield. Just my luck.
to endure listening to his oddly arousing bellows of agony from blows I inflicted for the very purpose
of hearing him react to them.
[ ..... ]
covered in sweat, cuts and bruises. his clothes are singed in various places. His breathing is heavy and labored
from the constant battle, anger and pain. As is mine, but for reasons I don't want to discuss.
it all too clear that I still wanted him. I wanted this small, sadistic, gorgeous man who'd tried to kill me only
minutes before. Who'd been relentlessly cruel to me. Who torments me in both my dreams and waking thoughts.
A man that undermined my intelligence and made light of my friendship and kindness. A man who always seemed
so far away but was really only one step behind me. A man I had little in common with and would never understand.
A man who stood between me and what I wanted, but was also something I desired. A man who never ceased
to vex and intrigue me.
relationship is better now than it has been in years. But it's much too soon to test it. Too soon to see him again,
because as infuriating as he is, even as he barks out a heinous taunt, and throws a swift kick to my ribs that could easily
shatter bone, I wanted nothing more than to throw him to the ground and take my pleasure in him. Bathe every inch
of his skin with my tongue, and drown his moans and cries with sweltering kisses. Or have him do the same to me...
follow suit , until I realize the ki blasts and punches have completely stopped. I hold Bejiita's fist in my hand, caught
in mid swing. How long have I been standing here like this? I didn't even notice.
He looks at me now in angry bewilderment at why the violence has halted. But comprehension quickly replaces the look.
moment. I'd rather he go back to being angry. I knew what to do when he was angry. It's the only time I can tell
what he's thinking. However that must have sounded just a little too sexual, because his blush deepens. He
looks angry and uncomfortable, then just a little shy, then curious before he shakes his head vehemently and
goes back to looking angry.
making a silhouette against the sky and setting sun.
Continued.
Author's Notes
1. Steer: A castrated bull. ^_^ Bulma would never have forgiven Gokuu if he did that, and it would kill any future yaoi really...