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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.

Katonie: Mwaha!
Feel the EVIL!!

pun_xy: what does it say that what you think is a
cliffhanger, seemed to me like a natural stopping place? ^^;
(uncrowned queen of evil cliffhangers? Now I�m *really* horning in on
Pixel�s territory. Er, no pun intended.)

Macha: Oh come on, you know Raditz
will make a good mommy.

Chibi_Dilandau: the Toddlers have sealed Raditz�s fate. ^^

kit-kit: �mr. nasty�?! I
just had a mental image of � Mr. Satan � *shudders*

Zofo: thank you for joining us. Lemons
coming up.

As you may have suspected, this whole story was concocted
mostly as an excuse to write the following reunion lemons. Smut ho!

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Chapter 19: Reunion

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�� We appear in the
front room of our house, and Kakarott throws me hard against the wall,
vaporizing our clothes with his ki. Good thing I
planned ahead and wore the oldest stuff I have. He throws himself on top of me,
his tongue on my ear, his tail around my thigh, and his fingers everywhere at
once. His voice is dark as he growls, �Touch me, Vegeta, I want all of you.�

�� Now that�s an
order I can�t refuse. My hands roam over the skin of his back, marveling at the
varied textures. An expanse of velvet soft flesh, interrupted
by slick furrows of scars; softer at the loins, growing thicker across the
shoulders, and underlaid everywhere by steel hard
muscles. They ripple gracefully under my fingers. Maybe I�m crazy, but I
could lay still for ages and get off on just feeling
him move.

�� And does he ever
move. He knows my body as though he had a map for it. He presses deep on the
spots that crave pressure, ghosts lightly over those that like to be teased, drags nails on the places that like to be scratched. I wrap
my legs around his waist and grind our hips together, ravenous for more of his
touch.

�� Here�s the
plan,� he purrs in my ear. �I�m going to fuck you, feed you a ten-course
dinner, chain you up and fuck you again.�

�� I snarl in his
face. �Fuck now. Talk later.�

�� Agreed.� He rams into me. For the first time in three
months I feel him inside me. My toes curl and my breath catches; I�ve forgotten
how good he feels. He pulls back, surges in, his purr rumbling through my
chest. My tail gropes for his and wraps it in a death grip. I can barely cry
out in my passion, high-pitched, mewling cries that seem to drive Kakarott
wild. He drives into me harder and harder until I explode over his stomach. A
moment more and he shoots his seed into me, a pulsing, surging fountain. We�re
still hard.

�� I dig my fingers
into Kakarott�s hair. �Again.�

�� Hrrr.� He sets me on the floor on
all fours and impales me once more, but he doesn�t move. Instead he takes my
tail and runs it through his fists, one after another, over and over. I try to
thrust back against him, and he puts one hand on my hip to hold me in place. I
howl in frustration. And arousal. At a time like this,
when we�re both deprived and horny as hell, he can still find the patience to
torture me. �You know you like it,� he growls. Then he takes the tip of my tail
into his mouth. All of my protests go up in smoke; my muscles go limp, except
for the ones gripping the rod of flesh inside me. This is heaven. This is what
I�ve been longing for, to drown in pleasure while Kakarott orchestrates every
sensation I feel.

�� He breathes on my neck. �Touch my balls,
Vegeta. Squeeze our balls together.� I live to obey; reaching back, I roll our swollen sacs in my fingers. Kakarott�s is
round and heavy, throbbing in my hand. I press it against my own and this is
finally enough to get him to move. Five � six � seven � this time he�s the
first to reach climax, and the twitching of his shaft takes me over with him.
We lie panting for a long moment. Then Kakarott climbs off me, carries me to
the shower and sets me on my feet. �Think that�ll hold you through dinner?�

�� Possibly.� I�ve already had two and I�m nowhere near
satisfied. I turn on the water. �And you � you have a thing for carrying me
around.�

�� It brings back
memories.� Of the first time he claimed me, sure. I take the sponge and start
washing him, though when I try to tease him he catches my wrist with an amused
look. I can�t get away with anything with him, but of course that�s part of the
fun. He ties a towel around my waist and sets me at the living room table,
which has been set for dinner � one large place setting. The rest of the table
is piled high with covered platters. He sits down behind me and lifts the cover
from the first plate: a dish of honey-glazed ribs. My stomach
growls. We eat together from the same plate, sometimes holding food to
each other�s lips, not wanting to be parted. I bask in his ki;
I had gotten used to the feel of it, always living by his side, but now that
I�ve been apart from him I can feel how strong he truly is. I would have no less
for my mate and master.

�� We finish the
ribs and then make our way through garden salad and cheese pie, grilled fish,
giant gertha steaks with mounds of baked potatoes, roasted
game birds and lobsters, rice-stuffed vegetables, dinosaur � a whole one �
stewed with fruit, Namekian fruit salad, and the
grand finale, a chestnut cake. With whipped cream. All of it made by Kakarott�s own hands. I lean back,
pleasantly stuffed, and lick his ear. �And now I�d like to bang you until we
can�t walk; you said something about chains?�

�� Yeah, but not right after eating. I�ve got other ideas.� A
set of shackles appears in his hands. �Stand up.�

�� This looks
promising. I obey and he binds my arms behind me. Then he directs me to kneel
beside his favorite armchair, facing forward, and he sits down in it. �Put your
tail in my hand.� I do so. �Now, bend over.� I lean forward; he lifts his foot
and sets it on the back of my neck, pressing my face closer to the floor.
�Comfortable?�

�� Ah, that voice.
My tail fluffs out and shivers. �Very.�

�� Good. Now tell
me every fantasy, every perverted idea that crossed your mind while you were
away.� I smirk; we could be here a while. I tell him about the vines and the
clothespins, the bacon-flavored edible underwear; of the things we�ve done
together, the hot wax, the fisting. Of kneading and brushing
and oiling him until he gleams in my hands. Of the
misuse of acupuncture needles; of making out in a cave, in a tree, in a boat in
the middle of an ocean typhoon. Of sucking myself
off while he watches.

�� Can you
actually do that?� he asks.

�� Hn. Now that I�ve been working on
my flexibility I can.� His hand tightens on my tail so I can tell he likes the
idea.

�� Show me. Come
up here.� He releases my hands and pulls me into his lap.

�� I was enjoying
that position.�

�� So we�ll use it
again sometime. Now show me what you can do in this one.�

�� Yes, sir.� I brace my feet against the chair on either side
of him and wrap my hands around my ankles. Then I bend over to give my cock a
long, slow lick. Kakarott has the best seat in the house for this; with me
basically hip to hip with him, he only has to look down to get a full view of
all my best features. I lick again, root to tip, and look up at him through my
lashes. He�s drooling. I haven�t actually done this since I discovered it was
possible, but I haven�t forgotten. Slow, straight licks until my shaft is
straining and throbbing. Then a zigzag stroke right up to the
head. I lick up the drop of fluid gathering there; I�ll admit I like my
own flavor, though Kakarott tastes even better. I part my lips and take myself
in. I go down until my tip hits the back of my throat; I�m not limber enough to
deep throat myself � I nearly sprained my back when I tried � but this is close
enough. I suck hard on myself before pulling back and teasing the head with
several short flicks of my tongue. Kakarott growls above me.

�� I slide back down
over my shaft. Suddenly Kakarott�s hand is in my hair; he takes control of my
rhythm, thrusting my shaft in and out of my mouth. I make a muffled groan. I
can actually see my balls swell in pleasure, and I can feel my tip shudder.
Kakarott is fucking me with my own cock! When I open my eyes I can see his
shaft right in front of me, throbbing with every heartbeat. I want it; my ring
opens of its own accord to invite him in. He does nothing, and with his hand
still controlling my head, lets me stew mere inches from satisfaction and
unable to do anything about it. I can�t even beg with my mouth full.

�� He pulls me up so
my lips are barely touching myself, forcing me to use my tongue to stroke my
tip. His other hand appears in my field of vision, glistening with lube. He
slicks his shaft once, twice, pushing my head down to match. Then his hand
leaves again. For a long minute I�m left to contemplate his length, gleaming
and ready; the promise of more is driving me wild, and that�s exactly what I
want.

�� He shoves my
mouth back over my shaft and speeds up the rhythm of � his thrusting? My thrusting? Whatever, until I�m worked
into a frenzy. My lips quiver and tense around my flesh as my tongue
seeks out every sensitive vein. I mewl and grind my hips; my inner muscles flex
on their emptiness. All around me Kakarott�s purr thunders, resounding in my
bones and dancing over my skin.

�� It�s all too
much. All trace of rational thought is gone; I am this close to breaking his
grip and flinging myself on him. And just when I think I can�t take another
moment of this, he thrusts his lube-slick shaft inside me. I climax the moment
he hits my sweet spot. I coat my mouth with my own seed, and then he unbends me as he reaches completion. He pulls me up against
him; I press my lips to his and share my taste with him.

�� Mrrr. You never cease to surprise
me, Vegeta.�

�� What kind of
partner would I be if I couldn�t surprise you?� I lay my head on his shoulder
and curl my tail around his waist, pleasantly sated. At least for now; I know
it won�t be long before I�m craving another round.

***

Vegeta: so, woman, what�s the score?

Sefiru: you�re tied.

Vegeta: I know that.

Kakarott: with 100% Egyptian cotton. I get the best for my
mate.

Sefiru: I mean,
the score is tied too. 3-3.

Next chapter: more you-know-what. Oh, and a little
plot.�
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