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Insanity	By : leen Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ghaaa I struggled with this one. I only had a rough typed up draft, and had to add the more.. descriptive parts yesterday and today. Thing is I can't actually look at it properly until it's posted to see if there's something wrong with it - it's a different view to the editor.. So I may or may not edit it if you all think it's rubbish.
I've ran out of typed drafts as well, now I'll be going back to my dear note book, the one my ex found the other day (hidden in my bedroom I might add!) and I had to pounce on him to protect my precious. Close one.

"What's your name?" I ask her with her hand in mine, lowering her backwards onto my bed.
"Gabrielle," she smiles and moves further up, pulling me with her, slender thighs taking me in.
Realising it's most likely a stage name or an alias, I'm still excited by the answer, it's perfect, a name I can remember for once.
For a brief moment, I study the beauty beneath me. Gorgeous body, now hidden away somewhat underneath a simple black dress – its fabric thin enough to reveal she's s wearing nothing but panties under it. Her dark locks splayed out around her on the covers of the bed, hazel eyes peering at me from underneath hooded lids and black eyelashes, and that mouth – that small smile in the corner of her luscious looking lips.
There's nothing shy about her, no sign of a rosy blush as she reaches up, placing a hand at the nape of my neck while wrapping those ivory legs around my hips to pull me down. No nervous giggles as she with said legs pulls me in further, making my groin move forward to meet her soft warmth.
I've been dying, to say the least, to taste her, to find out what it feels like, when I first sample her skin and draw in her scent.
Leaning down over her slender figure, I carefully nip the skin on the side of her neck, eager for that explosive moment when her feminine pheromones will send me dizzy.
My nose just under her ear, searching for that wonderful fragrance, lost in my own chase for my senses to be overwhelmed.
Her slender hand takes a rough hold of my purple strands, painfully stopping me in my desperate hunt, and crushes our lips together.
"I didn't come here to be sniffed," she almost snarls as she pulls me to her eye level with the help of her grip in my hair.
A little startled and confused at those words, I surrender under the pressure from the palm of her hand that's now at the top of my scalp.
I move myself down, obeying her guidance to place me in between her inviting thighs.
Hitching the hem of the dress up just a slight, I catch a glimpse of black lace this time.
Wanting to feel her secret, I gently trail kisses down the pale skin of her stomach and bring my mouth to the fabric, softly kissing her already slightly wet warmth through it, let the tip of my tongue find the source of her pleasure – making her shiver.
I continue kissing and nibbling the wetness through the lace, knowing the friction between us will just make her end result that much sweeter.
Hands smooth over my hair, as she moves her hips for more pressure against my teasing mouth, moaning as I nip her flesh lightly through the black sheer material.
Feeling her impatience, I move the lace a slight with my right hand, revealing and tasting her naked, swollen lips, my tongue boldly tracing over them and finally, plunging my eager tip into the sweet delicious tightness within.
She tugs at my strands, as I'm selfishly drinking every drop she produces, one of my favourite parts of this intimate game. Knowing exactly what she's demanding, I penetrate her once more, her juices trickling down by now.
While I withdraw slightly, to run my tongue slowly up along the inside her pulsing inner lips, I find the skin on the inside of her thighs with my hands, my fingers travelling up teasingly, exploring the hollow of her hip bones, tracing them to find the lace and then drawing back momentarily as I gently pull her panties down before returning my attention to her clitoris.
Slow, circling movements with the tip of my tongue, just enough contact to feel her tension begin underneath me.
She throws her head back and I apply more pressure to her need, nibbling, lapping, as the movements of her hands in my hair become more erratic, back arching with every shiver I draw out of her.
As I feel the muscles in her legs and around her pelvis tense even further, her inner thighs tremoring slightly, I take a firm hold of her hips, circling and teasing her pleasure roughly and feverously, meeting her sporadic jolts with a steady pattern of flicks.
Her breathing hitches, hips withdraw as her body stops moving under the pressure building up inside, completion drawing nearer. I hitch forward, letting my tongue dance even more attentively, and with the last few firm circles against the magical nub responsible for the ecstasy that is to come, she arches off the bed, crying out her orgasm while pulling painfully at the hair in her grasp.
While her pleasure is crashing over her in waves, I steady my firm hold of her against me, rubbing her clit with my tongue, penetrating her tight wetness again and again to prolong her bliss as she cries out, writhing underneath me.
When her convulsions subside, I sit back on my knees, stroking the soft skin of her leg, teasing the sensitive part on the inside of her thigh, finding her wetness with my eager fingers, slowly pushing them inside.
"Oh gods, you're so fucking wet," I groan, feeling the tightness in there, begging for me to fill it.
"Hurry up and fuck me already," she whines, as her hips move involuntary against my hand, begging for more.
Withdrawing my fingers, I take a hold of the buckle on my belt. And, I realise something then.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving every part of the woman in front of me, appreciate every curve of her body and I even took pleasure in bringing her to her climax, something I normally do quite begrudgingly for my bed partners.
However.
I'm fucking soft. My dear ol' pal is dead. Not even semi.
She's squirming in front of me, waiting for me to rip my clothes off and jump her like an animal ready to devour its prey.
"What's taking you so long? Don't tell me you've gone shy all of a sudden?" she says impatiently as she sits up and grabs me to undo my jeans.
"I er, er," while I continue to do nothing but stutter in a panic, she unbuttons me eagerly.
A soft warm hand finds the hem of my underwear, fingers dipping in and searching – for something they wont find.
She eyes me suspiciously as she takes my softness in her hand.
"Do you need some help there?"
I nod silently with my head lowered, and I suddenly feel like fucking crying.
My jeans and boxers are pulled down, her mouth finding me within seconds.
Wet warmth taking me in, her tongue massaging and teasing the head, as she grasp the shaft with one hand.
I bring my hands to her dark hair, feeling the dark tresses for the first time.
I don't like them, they feel wrong, and her mouth on my cock feels like a wet vacuum cleaner.
She sighs and sits back in front of me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You're not gonna get hard are ya?"
I look down at my pathetic state, not quite understanding. Have I broken him? Has he had enough of rampant, unprotected sex? Is- is he ever going to work again?
"Here let me," the voice in front of me says coldly, and she tucks my soft member back into my boxers with her small hands.
I'm still too ashamed, wrapped up in fear that I'll never be able to have sex again, to even look at her.
"I'll only charge you half price," she comforts me with a pat to my shoulder before she finds her panties and pulls them on.
I look up then, 'charge?'
"Hey come on, that's fair enough, I can't do any better than that, I came here exclusively after all!" she exclaims as she sees my dumfounded face.
Unable to believe what's actually going on here, I pull out some notes from my back pocket, throwing them on the floor, and let myself fall face first into the soft covers of my bed.
"You know the way out," I mumble into my pillow.
"Come back when you're ready for it, Mr. Briefs," she says, as she grabs her money – most likely more than she costs but I don't give a shit right now, and I don't have to see her face to notice her amusement.
When the door to my apartment opens and closes, a bit too hard for my liking, I turn my head to the right towards the windows in my bedroom.
It's already morning, soft beams of sunlight seeping in through slits in the heavy curtains, faint noises from the outside as a sign of the city waking up.
What just happened? Not only did I manage to pick up a hooker, I couldn't even get it up! Not even a twitch.
Maybe it was her? I never was able to find her scent, there was nothing about her that threatened my senses with overload, nice to look at sure but I realise now I only enjoyed looking at her, I- I never got the slightest hard, not even while she was dancing..
Desperate to find out what's wrong with me, I turn to lie on my back and take a hold of my soft self, coaxing the tip of my cock to wake him up.
Screwing my eyes shut, starting to frantically pull at myself when the teasing doesn't awake me, I'm begging mentally for it to work.
With a sigh I give up and throw my arms to the sides.
What is wrong with me, I've probably brought a hundred women back here, and never have I had this problem, not even with the ridiculous amount of toxins I've had in my system in the past. Is that it? The lack of it? Surely my cock doesn't need me to be smashed in order to get hard, isn't it normally the other way around?
Shit, I just remembered as well, I flew us here. Bulma wont be happy if she finds out, that I'm flying in public, with a prostitute to top it off. She did seem surprised, but she didn't ask about it.. I can only hope the girl hasn't got a loose mouth..
My eyes are starting to feel heavy, body sinking further into the soft embrace of my bed. The sweet release from the worries in my mind drawing nearer, as I slowly, fade away from consciousness and into darkness, drifting off to sleep.

Banging.
Startled and disorientated, I jerk awake, to find nothing but silence. Unable to keep my eyes open, they slowly close themselves again, as my tired mind pulls me back into oblivion.
Banging.
Eyes snap open, I definitely heard something then. My eye lids are still heavy, fighting me to droop down again. Reluctantly I blink away the urge to let myself slip back to the peaceful sleep I was enjoying so much.
I sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, and yawning, I stretch my arms tiredly above my head, slowly waking my sleeping limbs.
More banging. I realise now – there's someone at the door.
My still hazy mind tries to figure out who it could be. I look over to the clock next to my bed, it's already midday - I doubt she would come back hours later, I didn't see her leave anything so there would be no reason for her to return. Gohan? I hope not, I doubt it, he doesn't make personal calls – and it's weekend so he has no reason to come here.
Sighing, it dawns on me, there's only one person who'd be knocking on my door on a Saturday.
"GO AWAY!" I shout and rub my face in my hands, desperate to be left alone in my misery, not feeling up to getting my ass kicked right now.
Another knock.
"Fucking hell," I growl and jump off the bed, making my way out of the bedroom and through the living room to the small hallway, not really wanting to face the person on the other side of the door. But from the persistent banging it seems he wont give up any time soon. Reason tells me though; if he was here to kill me, he'd blown the door to pieces already.
The door is unlocked since the girl left, I twist the handle and open it slowly.
And in a panic, I slam it closed again.
My face grows hot all of a sudden, heartbeat rising as I stare stupidly at the handle in my hand. Chewing the inside of my lip, I wonder if it's too late to pretend I'm not at home.. Then my brain reminds me of my idiocy, as I've already opened the door once.
"Can I come in?"
I sigh and lean against the door with my forehead. I want to go back to bed, I don't want this right now. Can't do it, can't handle it.
"Please?"
I inch the door open again, slowly taking in the sight in front of me.
Why did you have to come here?
I open the door further, looking anywhere but your way, as you silently slip in pass me. I can't bring myself to say anything, I don't know why exactly, my mind has gone blank – all coherent thoughts abandoning me.
Closing the door, I follow you into the living room.
You're curiously looking around as you stop just inside the entrance to the room, while I walk on and sink in to the sofa, covering my face with my arm as I lie down with my head on the arms rest, wishing I could become invisible.
"Trunks?"
Startled, I lift my arm slightly and look you in the eyes for the first time, terrified of what you're going to say.
Dark obsidian orbs gazing at me, looking through me, brows drawn together into a concerned expression, your face just like I remember it..
"Why is there a hole covered with Clingfilm and duct tape in the wall?"
I turn to my marvellously ingenious repairs, not quite understanding why there wouldn't be Clingfilm and duct tape covering the big ass hole in the brick wall.
"I fixed it," is all I can manage to say, before I cover my eyes yet again with my arm, protecting myself from your dark eyes.
"For a genius, you're pretty fucking stupid," you laugh.
"I do technology and engineering, not brickwork," I mutter, thinking to myself I'd like to see you try and do a better job.
I can hear your footsteps padding across the floor, a soft sigh as you sink in to the arm chair on the other side of the glass table across from the sofa where I'm at.
"You know, next time you could at least air the place."
I peer over at you again, an eyebrow cocked wondering what the hell you're on about.
"Air? What for?"
No answer, just a smirk tugging at your lips as you lean back into the armchair.
"Fuck you Goten," I growl, realising what you can scent, and get up off the sofa to make myself a coffee.
"I take it you didn't like her?" you ask as I moodily drag myself over to the open kitchen.
I stay silent, ignoring your prying curiosity while I search the cabinets for a mug.
Finding one, I place it in the coffee machine, press the button to receive my black and deliciously creamy tasting poison and scoop way too many sugars into it before I return to the sofa.
You're studying me with your dark gaze, I can feel it on me although my face is lowered while I sip the hot drink.
"How come you left?"
I look up at you from the brim of the mug, and lower it to the table while I find comfort in biting the flesh inside my cheek.
Why did I leave? I had to, I couldn't stand it, couldn't go back out there to see you with your – I refuse to call him mate, it's not a mate when they're not your equal match.
"Something came up," I answer, avoiding those eyes yours. It's too much, I can't take it, knowing they're the first thing he sees when he wakes up every morning.
"Sky said he got a feeling you didn't like him."
I cast a mean glare your way, irritated by the fact that you let his name play on your lips when you're here with me.
"What is there to like? He's a fucking faggot."
"So am I, do you hate me too?"
Your words freeze me on the spot, my breathing stopping altogether for a brief second, my eyes completely unable to break away from your obsidian ones.
Yes, I do hate you. I hate you for what you do to me, so unknowingly, hate this ruthless craving to sate my obsession, the addiction you planted in me.
"I didn't mean it like that," is my only answer, taking another gulp of my coffee, to conceal my faltering nerves.
"What did you mean then?" you ask calmly when I finish the rest of my drink and return the mug to the glass table in front of me.
"Nothing," I say frustrated and hide my face in my hands, rubbing my eyes and let my fingers run through my hair, wishing you'd just leave me to fester away with this disease that's eating my up from the inside.
"Why are you here anyway, how did you find out where I live?" I ask, sinking back into the sofa.
"From Gohan, who else, and he told me some stuff that I didn't know what to think of, so thought I'd come and talk to you."
"What stuff?" I ask with a scowl, though with panic immediately filling me internally, he didn't say anything about his and mine conversation in the kitchen, did he?
You don't respond straight away, your dark eyes watching me – taking in my reaction, penetrating the mask that I'm failing to keep on.
"Drugs, girls?" You say finally, with your brows raised questioningly as if you can't quite bring yourself to believe what you've heard.
"Ye, what about it?" I challenge bitterly, why do you care, go back to your perfect fucking life instead of sitting here, mocking my screwed up one.
You shake your head slightly and look away, your patience for me clearly running low.
A signal sounds, cutting through the uncomfortable atmosphere, from what I'm guessing is your mobile phone.
You reach into your pocket to retrieve the device, flipping it open to check the alert.
While you're pressing away at the keys, most likely responding to a text message, I discretely steal a glance of you where you're sat across from me, so close, for the first time, well second time, in forever – yet you feel like you're a million miles away.
Too far to fill the empty void within me, gone are the days when you would, when you wanted to.
"Sorry, that was Sky," you say as you finish your message and return the phone to your pocket.
"Hn, the master calling for his pet to come back?" The words slip out of me, dripping with poison.
"No actually, he wanted me to pick up some things from the grocery store," you answer and get up.
"Ok, see you then," I mutter and cross my arms over my chest, not wanting to look at you – just go, run back to Mr. Perfect, spare me any more fucking suffering.
"You not gonna see me out?"
Agitated by your persistence to obliviously reduce me to a nervous wreck, I get up, following your lead to the hallway – just so that I can slam the door in your face on your way out.
With your hand on the handle, you turn to me before opening the door, brows drawn together with a pained look on your face.
"I was hoping you'd gotten over it by now Trunks, I want us to get along."
Get along? Smile and pretend to be friends - while internally I'm fucking dying? Besides, I haven't gotten over anything, and you being here just makes my sanity slip further and further away.
"I'm kinda busy Goten," is all I answer, willing for you to leave.
You sigh, turning back to the door and pull at the handle. And pull again, and rattle it, and pull again as if what you've tried 3 or 4 times already will suddenly work.
"For fuck's sake, move," I snarl as you can't figure out how to pull a gods damned knob[1], the irony - I thought you'd be quite used to handling them by now.
I move closer, making you press your back against the wall on my right to give me room as I lean around you to grab the handle with my left hand.
Do you remember the first time you fell in love? – I'm not in love screw that shit – what I'm trying to say is; do you remember how that felt? How the first kiss felt, the first time he or she touched you in those sensitive places when no one was watching, making your whole body tingle. Can you remember the first time you had sex, when waves of pleasure washed over you as your bodies first made contact, entered and consumed one another while moaning feverously at each other's throbbing warmth and tightness, that amazing moment when the world stops to hold its breath as he enters, sliding in – curing the aching need in both of you - before he fully penetrates you – or vice versa.
It's that kind of pleasure that's suddenly attacking my system as I lean closer to Goten, his scent tearing down all my barriers and defences.
I close my eyes, breathing in deep, a shiver running down my spine, threatening to unravel me entirely into a pathetic heap on the floor.
"Trunks?"
Eyes snap open again, meeting your onyx spheres.
I don't know why exactly, but all of a sudden, I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless against the wall right here in my hallway.
Twisting the knob – err the handle – I open the door. Clearing my throat and gesturing with my right arm for you to pass through, I can practically feel myself come to life.
It starts with a deep intimate feeling, the first throbbing twitch, a warmth suddenly surging through my nether regions, the fabric of my jeans tightening, rubbing as I become increasingly sensitive.
You step out in to the corridor outside and turn to me.
"You know, I meant to ask you.."
Full blown hard on. There it is.
I try to casually lean against the wall on the right, hiding my increasing bulge, with my arm carelessly resting above my head against the door frame, in a desperate attempt to look as if I'm actually listening to you and not dying to either beg you to suck me off or run inside to fist myself so hard that I pass out.
"So I was thinking maybe.."
The wall in front of me feels absolutely amazing, I lean in further against it, taking a firmer hold of the door frame where I'm pretending my hand is resting.
Oh gods, I feel my eyes wanting to close at the friction between the fabric of my trouser and this-this wall, never has it felt so good rubbing myself against an inanimate object, while you're stood in front of me, completely unaware still.
"So, what do you reckon?"
I'm momentarily snapped out of my perverted self-gratification, your black eyes looking expectantly at me.
"It works!" I exclaim, indescribably thrilled that my cock wasn't broken after all.
"Works, what? You mean you'll do it?" You ask me with a brow raised, as if I'm not making any sense.
"Ye sure, whatever," I answer, realising I'd blurted it out loud, my happiness that my buddy has come back to life overwhelming, to say the least.
However, I need to close the door before you catch on to what's actually going on.
"Just call me, any time's good, I really need to go though, I'll catch you later Chibi."
"Bye?" sounds from you, your positively confused face fading out of my vision as I close the door.
Breathing out as if I'd been painfully holding my breath the entire time you were stood in the corridor, I lean against the door for a moment, hearing your footsteps fade away towards the elevator.
I'm snapped back into action as I hear the lift announcing it's arrival.
While I'm unbuttoning myself, I half run into the living room, with a perfect idea for just the stimuli that I need.
Already panting, I throw myself to sit down in the armchair where you were sat, pulling down jeans and underwear nowhere near fast enough, and when I take a hold of my now aching erection, all I can do is sigh contently.
As I start stroking myself, with my other hand rolling my tightening testes, the pain only increases but my gods it feels so good.
Teasing the already dripping pre-cum out of the tip of my throbbing length, I moan shamelessly, screwing my eyes shut to remember the scent that only a few minutes ago nearly drove me into dragging you to my bedroom so I could fuck you like an animal.
A tingling warmth gathers in my groin, pushes its way up as I stroke myself with an increased pace.
I turn my head into the fabric of the chair, and once again a slight trace of your absolutely addictive scent makes me groan, making the hand on my length firmer.
My muscles tense up as my breathing stops, that tingling feeling now rapidly escalating into a crushing wave rolling over me, gliding to the very tip of my shaft, and everything stops for a nanosecond – before I cry out – my seed spilling itself onto my shirt.
I sit there, motionless for a second. My senses and thought slowly returning to me as I feel pleasantly satisfied – not like after a good fuck but still – that felt better than most hand jobs I've given myself.
You, it's always you, everything is always because of you. Only, you're out of my reach now. I doubt you'd have sex with me just to silence my demons anyway.
Sighing, I pull the shirt over my head, and make my way to the on suite, while wondering; Deep down inside, do you still ache for me, the way I ache for you?

[1] Knob 1) The penis 2) An obnoxious person 3) handle – thought I'd throw that in there for anyone who isn't familiar with the word lol.
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