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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: 1-25-06

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 .13 ]

"Bejiita picked a fight." I say laughing. It was the other way around actually.

"Bejiita huh? That man just never gives up does he?!" she says as she fills a bowl with warm water,
rubbing a moist cloth over the blood on my forehead.

"Of course not!"

"Hmmph!" She scoffs and dabs the cloth into the bowl. "Well he's a troublemaker! You stay away from him!"

She doesn't know the half of it!

I wish I could...

"Yes'm." I say dutifully and wonder if Bejiita will be out and about the same time tomorrow...

This is when our private war truly begins.

[ ..... ]

Whatever small bliss and contentment I'd gotten before is short lived.

The cool wind whips through my hair as I fly about searching for Bejiita again only a week later.
To go essencially 'start some shit.'

Don't give me that look. I know your sighing in annoyance. Wondering what happened to my plan to
spend more time with my wife, and my promise to avoid Bejiita at all costs. My promise to myself not
to get into these sort of situations again. Not to put myself in such an obviously vulnerable position. Just
cut him out of my life and cool off.

Nope. Not a chance. Not by a long shot.

Here I am. Speeding towards him while keeping my ki low for a surprise attack.

I wish to god I could learn to leave him alone. I wish he didn't haunt my dreams. I wish I could stop
hating him. I rocket towards him and as my heart begins to race in anticipation, I hate myself for needing this.
For needing him, and any sort of contact I can get from him. Even if it is contact in the form of
unnecessary, brutal violence.

Horrible, unnerving, spine tingling, insanely gratifying violence that only he has and ever will
give me.

He's just made his way out of his flashy but durable car. In his arms, bags and boxes full of things
he probably doesn't even need. Bought with money he hasn't earned. He loves to shop and he loves everything
he buys. Which is exactly why I'm going to enjoy this so very much.

"EHh!?" Bejiita yelps in undignified surprise at my sneakiness. The look on his face is absolutely
priceless as I launch a huge ki blast right at his expensive purchases. Things I could never have afforded
or wore with half as much class and grace. The silk boxers, AX ties, tailored suits, cable knit sweaters, and
button up shirts burst into flames. In an instant they go from silk, Egyptian cotton and Merchino wool to just
ashes and burning wisps of cloth, dancing around him as if mocking. Thousands of zeni worth of goods reduced
to rubble! I hide a small grin. His high polished, finely made shoes, which I'm sure were ridiculously expensive
and difficult to find, let alone in his size, were now nothing more than two wads of burnt leather in their scorched
box from a store so pricey I've never even heard of it.

I'm sure you're a bit taken aback. You must be shaking your head in disgust now. That I would
stoop so low. Thinking 'what an douche-bag I turned out to be' after all this time, and that 'you really don't
even know me anymore.' And maybe you don't. You've never been in the situation that I'm in. Even when I sit
and explain it to you... you couldn't possibly understand! What makes you think you ever could?

But... even I'm slightly shocked. This isn't like me at all. I've never really been a vengeful person. I
would never destroy someone's property, especially not someone who's a friend. | Used to be anyway. | I would
never want to cause someone pain or anguish even. Let alone in the most juvenile way possible, just because
I couldn't have something. Someone. I could never be so childish, so human! Not me! Not in a million years!

I can't begin to tell you how disgustingly happy it makes me to see him standing in the midst of his
ruined goodies and gifts to himself. Bought not for some special occasion, but simply in celebration of
his own royal existence. There may have been a gift or two for Bulma as well. He'd never buy anything for me...

I wait eagerly for him to finally look up at me. I know the routine by now. He'll give me that flash of
anger behind the abyss of his dark, bewitching eyes. Brand me with a sneer meant to wound me down to the
core. Throw that confidence dashing insult my way. Fume for a few moments as he silently wonders how he
will try to end my life today. Give up on using words to hurt me and use his body instead. Though his body
has already done enough damage for one lifetime. But not in the way that you're thinking.

I almost let out a giddy little laugh to myself. Any minute now he'll come over and play with me. He'll
bring the blissful pain and cathartic violence. The attention I so desperately want from him, and can think
of no other way to ask for it. My release. Or would he not even give me that small satisfaction?
Even though I'd done such stupid and mean things to get it. Even he couldn't be so cruel.

He does finally turn his face towards me as I hover above him. He drops the single, solitary box that
somehow managed to escape untouched to the ground. I expect pain and a flare upof ki. But there is none.
Instead he startles me by teleporting directly in front of me. Scarcely an inch away. Breathing against my skin.
Invading my personal space. He's too close. Much too close. I don't know how much longer I can stand it.
Circling around me, sizing me up and brushing against my perpetual erection. "Hss." I strain to keep my arms
at my sides and my breathing from becoming labored.

| Stop torturing me and just hit me! You know good and well why I'm here!! |

I pray no one's looking out their window now. I hold Bejiita's his gaze and his expression is completely
unreadable before he just smiles at me. He doesn't even look remotely angry. Caring nothing for his destroyed
things. Acting as if he suddenly possessed all the patience in the world, leaving none for me. A calm, sickeningly
superior look as he indulges me in my asinine crap. As if he understood me far better than I could imagine.

Still smirking. Eyes gleaming, his nose just barely touching mine before he pulls back and rams a fist
between my eyes. I smile just before I let him hit me. He teleports behind me and catches me before the blow
can force me back very far. Before I can throw a punch of my own. Before I can enjoy the stinging pain he's
given me. I try to look at him over my shoulder through the blood that begins to trickle over my right eye
as he whispers.

"If you wanted to fight, all you had to do was ask..." All I ever have to do is ask it seems. But where's the
fun in that?

His breath against my ear makes me tremble in his arms. My skin bruns everywhere we come
in contact with one another.

He finally lets go of me before happily socking me in the back of the head.

[ ..... ]

I limp through the front door as I finally arrive home after hours of beatings and needless brawling.
He took his refund and store credit in punches for ever Zeni and stitch of fabric I wasted. I forgot to bring
my Senzu with me. God I must look terrible. He always managed to look good. Even when dripping with blood.

Luckily, my son comes to greet me and not my wife.

"Geez Dad!! You look like shit! What the hell happened?!?" Goten blurts out instead of hello.

| I wrecked Bejiita's expensive shit and he handed me my ass, but not his... |

"A little sparring, nothing to worry about..."

"Eesh you sure love to fight! I thought mama told you to stay the hell away from him?" He knows
exactly who I was sparring with and he continues to nag me with a Twizzler hanging out the side of his mouth
instead of getting me the Senzu beans.

"Well I can't fight my nature..." I can't fight a lot of things.

"Hmm, guess your right," he says as he pulls another Twizzler from the bag. I told him not to eat my
damn candy! "I'll get you some Senzu." I'll ignore his raiding my stash for now.

"Thanks."

When did he go from my sweet little boy to such an insolent brat?

[ ..... ]

Fists sailed past my head as they just barely missed my face.

Like clockwork, a week later I feel the need to beat Bejiita's ass again. Not the good kind. I intended to
go look for him like last time, but he surprised me by showing up in my backyard while I napped in my old worn
hammock. A ki blast to the face woke me from my rare slumber.

I didn't bother pretending to be patient and understanding. Didn't bother with smiling or whispering sweet,
vengeful nothings in his ear before we inevitably fought. I'm not nearly as controlled as he. If I got too close,
I may not be able to pull away... So, I just beat him into the ground and rejoice in the fact that I was able to
do so. He almost seemed to enjoy being smacked around...

I rammed a fist into his back. Just under his shoulder blade.

"Unnh! Harder!" he screams, baring his teeth with his head thrown back.

I hurt him every way I knew how. Even down to the most basic of attacks. Form and strategy and martial arts
styles went out the window. This isn't a war, not a battle, not a fight. It's an all out, mad doggish brawl.

Crimson gushed down the sides of his mouth.

"Gn.! OOuhh!! Yesss.... hurt me like you love me..!!"

"Bejiita's that's not helping!"

It really didn't help. What an odd and arousing thing for him to say.

I try to ignore my fluttering stomach. Noticing my distraction, Bejiita does a fabulous looking
back flip and kicks me right in my chin before flying backwards to land near my hammock. Insane amounts
of blue ki already building his hands. It reminds me so much of our very first battle. I shoot up to
level two and ready my own attack. Completely forgetting where we are and where we've decided to wage
war for the day. Completely caught up in what we lived for. Nearly destroying everything around us in
our pursuit of what only we would call fun and stress relief.

Bejiita cackles like a mad man as ki builds under his hands before Chichi runs out of the house and
bashes him over the head with our nicest iron frying pan. Taking him completely by surprise, the ki
in his hands fizzle and dissipates immediately like water dumped over a fire. You can't imagine how
funny it is. Though a bit anticlimactic... I guess it's just as well. Our 'fun' could have destroyed my house.

"You again!?!?! Leave my husband alone you beast!!!" Chichi hollers, banging the pot on his scull loudly
and repeatedly. I try very hard not to laugh.

Snarling, he pushes her aside easily, crosses his arms and strikes his trademarked pose and
sneer combo.

"Kakarotto get down here and handle your woman!!" he says in royal disdain.

"His WOMAN?!" Chichi hates nothing more than being referred to as someone's property. Well that,
and soap scum.

She pulls her arm back for the wind-up and whallopes him good against the side of his head. He
barely moved, and probably could have confused the "blow" with a drop of rain. But he turns towards her
and glares at her as if he would murder her slowly and painfully. But then he stops and just smirks at her.
Like he knew something she didn't. Like he had something over her. It gave me a strange little shiver, because
he really did. Then that shiver becomes a oang of fear. Oh god he wouldn't tell her just to piss her off?
For a moment it looks as if he will. But then he takes to the air, making sure to fly past me and let his gaze
burn my skin before he leaves.

Upon his departure, Chichi storms back into the house fuming. "Bulma!!! Keep that lunatic away
from my house!!!" she screeches over the phone some minutes later. I can hear her all the way outside the
house. She yells at Bulma as if this is all her fault for a few more minutes before hanging up abruptly.

All evidence of how much I enjoy Bejiita's undivided attention finally fades and I deem it safe
to land. Chichi pokes her head out of the back door to the house. A bowl of water and my rapidly
shrinking bag of Senzu beans in her hands. "Gokuu Sa!!" she calls. It's getting much too cold to stay
outside after the sun sets and she beckons me inside.

My exasperated wife sighs. The setting sun's rays seep through an open window and gleam
off her raven hair. She dips the rag into the water and wrings it out as I munch on half a bean.

"Ugh! Gokuu I told you to keep away from that man..."

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Yea it was.

"Well still! You don't have to fight him every time he's around! What's gotten into you anyway?"

| ...Certainly not Bejiita... |

No one new where the new found kindling to the flame of our rivalry had come from. And of
course we would not tell them. That was just for us to know. The first of many secrets Bejiita and I
would share.

[ ..... ]

Even though I find myself with Bejiita in some shape or form, I'm always angry when he's around.

Angry and aroused.

If we're in the same room, there's gonna be a fight. Even the smallest of sarcastic jibes and verbal
battles did it for me. The slightest hint of a confrontation. We fought over nothing. We fought over everything.
My friends began to think me completely insane. Thinking they need to separate us, like squabbling children.
Or that I was constantly "lowering myself to Bejiita's level." Getting worked up over nothing. But it wasn't
nothing. Not to us.

Bejiita brought out the unimaginable rage in me like no one else. I hated him almost without reason.
Yet for the life of me, I can't keep myself from running to him. From wanting him in anyway I can get him.

After a while, the whirlwind of my, our feelings become much more specific, more focused..

We hated each other for he way we made one another feel. When we were around each other,
everything seemed so alarmingly uncontrollable. Like nothing else in the world mattered. Like we couldn't
keep our hads off each other. Our contact is non sexual, yet incredibly sexual at the same time.

It's not that it was just a sea of hormones that made us think and act violently and irrationally. We
weren't horny teenagers who's mind s had been abandoned by reason and logic. He most certainly didn't
love me. He didn't even like me! Most of the time I wasn't particularly fond of him either. Then why... even
knowing all that... why did I still want him so badly? I still fail to truly grasp it all. Can't quite wrap my
head around why he always screamed how he hated me, and look for any excuse to hurt or torment me. But
always gave me a look as if he couldn't wait until we were alone. As if he wanted to consume me, devour me
and everything I was and make me his. What bothered me most of all was for all our violence and so called
mutual hate, I wanted him to do just that.

[ ..... ]

As we sought each other out week after week, and our senseless, childish battles progressed, my
desire for him did not diminish. I slowly learned that the unfulfilled yearning I felt towards him would
always manifest itself in blows and needless violence. Like I had no other outlet for my almost hostile, warlike
sexual hunger. Like it was in my blood to do so. My longing had to be accompanied by fighting and viciousness
or I'd go insane. My feelings towards him made me equally enraged and excited.

Oddly enough, lust and violence both share the same passion, intensity, and energy. Just with
different results.

Thus, bloodshed was our replacement for sex. Hours of grunts, sweat, screams, shouts and groans. The entire
landscape was our bed, the clouds our sheets. I kissed him with my fist. He groped me with kicks. We fucked with
our eyes. He fellated me with taunts and endless profanity. When he wanted to be kinky he thought of a new
way to kick my ass. We came in the form of ki blasts. When he got too close, when his taunts got too suggestive,
or my fists lingered too long, or too low. When we lost a little too much clothing. When he looked just a little too
enticing lapping up blood from the corner of his mouth. When our erections throbbed more than we could bear, we
fought harder. Nearly killing each not just once a week, but every other day now. At all hours of the day or night.
Completely ignoring the plummeting temperature and change in season.

Afterwards, there are really no words. Just the sound of silence and breath. We collapse onto our bed
of earth and dried grass. Looking at the sky, panting and gasping for air as if we hadn�t taken a single breath since
we started. I'm probably in the best shape of my life. But the endless battle made us stronger and weaker at
the same time. Even now, I know this man is either going to completely satiate me... or be the death of me.

We would catch our breath and when we were certain our bodies could take no more, we shared a
Senzu bean. Splitting it in two, pushing it against each others lips like it were some delicious treat. As he takes
off what's left of his gloves, I always hope his fingers will push in just far enough to briefly glide over my
tongue. While I suck the bean and cold sweat from the pads of his fingers he watches me silently and smiles.
His gaze always makes my skin burn.

"Make sure you swallow it all." he would whisper to torment me with his suggestiveness.

He always goes out of his way to leave his fingers in my mouth as the bean glides down my throat.

"Good boy..."

I wonder how long we'll be able to pound each other into the ground to be satisfied?

Can you even call this satisfaction?

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