Unbeaten Paths
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Unbeaten Paths
A
Sequel To Saiyan Enlightenment (which was a sequel to The Meaning of Pride.)
Card
Songs to remember, Disclaimers to
ignore, and Things to be warned against:
- DBZ, DBGT (although it holds no bearing) and DB are someone
else’s (who’s name I have heard before and seen spelled out before and
still can’t hope to ever get right.)
If they were mine, Vegeta would be in the show more, would never
grow a mustache (WHY oh WHY?) or cut his perfect hair and Gohan probably would
have been squashed by a misplaced boulder shortly after his appearance on
the show. ;) - Lets all sing along:
This is the fic that never ends, some people started reading it,
not knowing what it was, and they’ll keep reading it forever just because this
is the fic that never ends, yes I keep writing it my friends, some people
started readit not not knowing what it was, and they’ll keep reading it
forever just because this is the fic that never ends… - Oh, the warnings…okay as usual:
Saiyans (more sex!
Violence! Guaran tha that
at one point, Vegeta and Goku will get pissed and start saying ‘fuck’ a
lot while beating the crap out either each other or other folk, then have
sex.) Slash (gasp! Boys getting
groiny with other boys?! Gk/V,
naturally. Tr/Gt of course.)
;) ) - Gohan might just have found a respite from behind the
object of my great dislike.
*glares at foolish child *
But then again, he will probably show up during the fic. - Fics also on http://www.geocities.com/card63ver2
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Ah.
hyperactive demi-Saiyan. Wait…were
there joys to this? He cracked open an
eye and looked at the clock at the beside table and found that at 4 AM there
were no joys to be Goten’s boyfriend, closed his eye again and buried his face
in the pillow. Which didn’t stop his
dark-haired evil mate from climbing onto him and sitting on his
legs. Just sitting there.
Drawing things on his back and humming obnoxiously to himself.
“Trunks,”
he said.
“No.”
“Its
time to get up.”
“No.”
“Aw…come
on. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Hm.
about humping all day and more and more about training.
morning to 6 at night every single day.
FOR a MONTH. There were other
things in life to do. Eat.
Sleep. These were very important
things. “Hm?” is what he responded
with.
“Hm?
thumb on the scar, rubbing it in circles until he was shifting uncomfortably
under his boyfriend’s weight. “I was
thinking we could take a shower and I could see if it was really possible to
sucked your eyeballs into the back of your head through your dick…”
“But…since you want to sleep…”
Then he clambered up off Trunks and stepped to get off the bed.
the fantastic noise Goten made crashing back down to lay at his side, and
wrapped his legs and arms around his mate.
(Didn’t open his eyes though, because he really did want to sleep
despite what his now completely awake erection was thinking.)
“Poor
baby,” Goten said, patted his erection with his fingers and Trunks
whimpered. “Too bad his brain doesn’t
think nearly as well, huh?” The moron
was talking to his erection. He
wondered if his father had to put up with this kind of shit.
normally pleasant air conditioning rushed over his skin and made him frown.
he was met with the site of his boyfriend splaying open his legs and curling
his hand around his own erection (however awkwardly considering Trunks’ leg was
across his stomach.) He moved his leg
down so it was curled around one of Goten’s.
Then
there was eerie silence in the room except the noises of skin on skin and the
increasingly labored breathing of his boyfriend. Hard pants and then a chuckle and: “Voyeur.”
Trunks
rolled onto his back and grabbed the (long neglected) tube off the side table,
coated his fingers with it and dropped the tub back. Then rolled back on his side, slid his second leg under Goten’s
his and moved down so his head was resting on Goten’s chest.
jerking hand and pressed two into his lover.
Attacked his prostate first and grinned at the muttered curses this
brought, the loss of rhythm and the whole body worth of shaking muscles that
were pressed against him.
Tipped
his head back and looked up at him, at Goten’s face. Eyes closed, head tilted back and his mouth was open.
He
rolled onto his knees so he was straddling one of Goten’s legs, kept rubbing
agaithatthat place inside his boyfriend so he kept shaking and whimpering.
jerking hand, heard his name being moaned and grinned.
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Kakarot was blushing.
it was quite adorable, really. Rare to
see because it was very difficult to make Kakarot embarrassed.
was grinning at him like he had just said something silly.
him, wiggled his hips and his large hands (which were normally in the way) were
above his head wrapped around the headboard (how the woman had known to put a
bar on the headboard, he did not know, but he blessed her foresight.)
“Come on, Vegeta,” Kakarot
said, “Please?”
He really did like to
torture him. Especially now, now that the
baka had already agreed to keep his hands out of Vegeta’s way, which didn’t
mean much because he knew as well as the baka that he could use his legs almost
as well, and if Vegeta didn’t get with it soon, he was going to find himself
being wrapped up and flipped over by the strong legs that were parted around
his hips now. “Please what Kakarot?” he
asked, continued to run his fingers down the baka’s side lightly, making him
shiver because it tickled, and there was more wriggling, warm skin agt hit his
and he was ready for more than just this teasing nonsense.
Legs opened wider, hips tipped up at him and there was another
beautiful whine. “Vegeta…” a breath,
then like a dark little secret the blush and: “Fuck me.”
Ah. Beautiful.
to fully appreciate moments like this when the normally dominant man offered up
himself. Blushed all pretty and pressed
back against him until they were both shivering from the contact of their hot
skin. He had promised the big baka that
they could indulge after they were fully cleaned of the mud.
he had wanted to write, and now they were naked and grinding only because
Kakarot had gotten tired of waiting.
Impatient Saiyan.
“Alright,” he said, picked
up the tube that his industrious lover had retrieved with his mouth (no hands
rule was already in effect) and opened it, coated himself in it and Kakarot’s
entrance and heard the needy little whines, watched him arch back against the
contact and the blush spread from his cheeks to his neck.
into him. Sliding on the slick lube
until he was buried in his lover, and Kakarot’s mouth fell open.
But that was it. He didn’t
move, just stayed there, inside of him, one hand holding his hips in place and
the other trailed across his stomach and his ribs, light little feathery
touches that had to tickle his already hot and sensitive skin.
every whimper until the hands on the headboard uncurled and he found himself
(as predicted) flat on his back on the bed with Kakarot sitting on him, pushing
him farther inside and arching his back.
Hands in his own hair and panting.
“Damnit,” was the little curse, movement of hips hard and fast against
him. Whines and whimpers and
moans. Harder against him still and he
felt the edge of the next power level, pushed his own up and ran his hands over
his lover’s skin. Over the muscles that
flinched away from his touch.
“Ve-ge-ta,” Kakarot whimpered, looked down at him, miserably as he
rocked as hard as he could, faster and faster until the bed was shaking and
they were both breathless, but it wasn’t enough because Kakarot wasn’t in the
right angle. He was doing all the
torture for Vegeta.
Still, he moved and whimpered, one hand slid down to his shoulder and
then back up, he wiggled with every thrust, trying to get himself at the right
angle, tilted himself back and then forward and whined while Vegeta watched him
work himself into a frenzy trying to fuck himself.
Rather amusing if not for the endless throb of heat that was wrapped
hard and tight around his erection.
When he felt his lungs seizing and his hips jerking without his
conscious demand, he reached up, grabbed the pistoning hips and held him s,
l,
loved the whine that followed, and pulled Kakarot off him, turned ove over so
he was on his stomach, straddled his legs and pushed back inside.
hands grab the headboard again, and bent down to whisper: “Ready?”
shoulder before he upped his power level and the room took on that yellow hue again.
that level just below Super.
Vegeta pressed his fingers against the scar on his back, the base of a
tail that had yet to grow back (another thing to do while in space) and he
started to move. Fast and hard and felt
the shivers and the throb of his body.
Moved deep and fast until they were both sliding endlessly against one
another, meeting each thrust and grunting, fingers clutching.
A sparkle of yellow in Kakarot’s hair, a sound like thunder around
them, and he felt the shudder of orgasm, the tightening of his body and let it
go, pressed himself deep inside his mate and filled him with his release.
to collapse next to his breathless mate, who was still blushing.
“You an Evil man, Vegeta,” Kakarot said, kissed him shortly thenthen
pushed himself up and grimaced at the mess they made. “And as a reward, you can fix the bed.” Then he dieareeared toward the bathroom, and Vegeta sighed.
grinned.
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Goku: Hey!
Goten: Hay is for horses.
Goku: Next time I get to be on
top.
Vegeta: Goku, you were on top.
Trunks: Too muchormaormation.
Goten: Really?
Trunks: *tackles boyfriend and
drags him away with hand covering mouth*
SaiyanNeko:
anyone? And the girls?
Jaygoose:
O.o.
Radditz. Wow. *looks flabbergasted* But
that’s cool, I guess.
Angry Monkey:
Yes,
Aff.net appears to be working fine.
*crosses fingers * Anywho.
Webtester01:
Somehow
I don’t see the great dragon resurrecting a race of dead warrior monkeys.
of the first paragraph. But *smirk *
glad you liked that line.)
Plyric:
Lol!
2 =160 and 160, 000 word is *jaw drops *
*whistles
and ignores the innuendo involving things being ‘up’*
Macha:
Lol.
motives involving getting Goku’s sordid sex tales away from him or
anything.