Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil
By Sefiru
Summary: Kakarott and Vegeta travel to New Namek to wish on
the Dragonballs. But someone else is after the Dragonballs too. Sex! Violence!
Bread machines!
This chapter: the adventurers leave for New Namek. Lemonette.
pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta
warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, violence, language, oral, anal … and of course,
pure evil.
disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long live the King!
Kakarott
teleports straight to my side; he pauses a bare moment to see if I’m doing
anything delicate, then spins me around and kisses me. I eagerly kiss him back
just to taste him on my tongue. From somewhere nearby Gohan exclaims, “Can’t you
two stay off each other for more than five seconds?”
“No,” we reply
in unison.
“How did the
meeting go?” I ask as we step apart.
“Fairly well. We
figured out how to keep the Saiyans and Humans off each other’s backs, but
it’ll take the Namek Dragonballs. Is there room for three in that ship?”
“At least the
cabins are soundproof,” Gohan grumbles. “Yeah, there’s room for eight. What are
you wishing for?”
“To bring back
the planet Vegetasei,” Kakarott answers – and then has to stop when I pull him
into a passionate kiss, purring like a high-performance engine. Our own planet!
I haven’t realized how much I missed it until he mentions it.
“Well, I can
see you think it’s a good idea,” Gohan says to me. “Are we being kicked out of
Earth then?”
“No, anyone who
wants to can stay, and likewise humans and Nameks will be able to live with
us.” He looks down at me, still plastered against his side. “You think you can
hold it together long enough for our spar, or should I just take you now?”
“I didn’t need
to hear that!”
“Of course I
can still spar, Kakarott.” But the look I give him promises it will be a long
and interesting evening.
“Urg. I’d
better double-check that soundproofing.”
***
The capsule
corporation spacecraft lifts off without difficulty, exactly on schedule. Gohan
pilots; I sit next to him watching the engine readouts and feeling Kakarott
stare at me from behind. I am frustrated. First he’s going to bring back my
homeworld, and says it like it’s no big deal. And then when I want to show my
appreciation, he refuses to touch me for the whole week until we leave.
I’m sure he’s up to something.
We leave Earth’s
atmosphere and Gohan puts the ship on autopilot. “All right, now we can go
settle into our home for the next two weeks.” We release our seatbelts, walk
through the main cabin (where Gohan has put up a sign saying “clothing
required”) and step into our own compartment. As might be expected, it is a
bare metal box with a bed folded up into one wall, a table and seats folded
into the other, and some storage drawers.
“The décor could
use a little work,” I comment.
“True, I need
something attractive to look at. Take off your clothes.” Smirking, I obey and
then strike a pose, kneeling with my hands stretched over my head. I’m hard;
actually I’ve been hard all day, just from being in Kakarott’s presence. He
grins. “Just imagine. Two weeks together in this room. With nothing to do but
eat, sleep and – ”
“Kami, Kakarott,
shut up and take me!”
“Oh, yes.” He
starts to undress. “I’m going to take you in every way, in every position.” His
words touch that deep part of me, that core of instinct and emotion that the
world never sees; the part of me that wants nothing more than to feel his power
over me. I gasp and fall to the floor with my hands behind my neck, tail raised
over my back and thighs spread wide. A silent plea: take me, take me now,
and leave nothing behind. It’s been a long five days.
He wastes no
time in answering me; clothes hit the floor, lube is squeezed out and then he’s
on top of me. He thrusts into me without preparation, much like our first time,
and like that time I accept him easily. I howl from the sheer joy of having him
inside me again. No room for thought; our passions rise much too fast. I barely
have time to register the pleasure before it crashes over me, stealing my voice
and making my limbs convulse. Just two thrusts later Kakarott explodes with a
mighty bellow. He rolls me over and we look at each other; we can both tell
that this has done no more than take the edge off.
“Two weeks,”
Kakarott says.
“Will I still be
able to walk by then?”
“Not if I can
help it,” he grins. I smirk back. Two whole weeks. Of course we can’t do this all
the time – we’ll have to help run the ship, I’m sure Kakarott wants to spend
time with his son, and we have to eat and sleep sometime. But the rest of the
time I’ll be right here, on the floor of our cabin, waiting on Kakarott’s
pleasure. “I’m going to see how long you can last,” he says. “I’ll take you so
hard that you’ll think you’re being split in half. Or I’ll torture you slowly
until you beg for mercy.”
“You think you
can make me beg?”
“I know I can.”
Of course it’s true. He knows exactly how to make me beg and enjoy every minute
of it. The mere thought has me aroused. Kakarott leans down and licks me on the
lips, then gets a look on his face that says something’s just occurred to him.
He stands up and sticks his head out the door. “Gohan! Is the soundproofing
working so far?”
“Yes. Never
ask me that question again.”
I sit up on the
floor. “Are you trying to traumatize him, Kakarott?”
“He’s an adult,
he needs to learn to deal with it.” He rakes me up and down with his gaze. It’s
at moments like this that he looks his most commanding: hands braced at his
sides, tail poised behind him, brows drawn down in a ferocious stare. His
battle stare. Kami, how could I ever think about destroying such magnificence
simply because it threatened my unstable, hollow pride? That was weakness. This
is strength. I lift my chin to show my collared throat, basking in his gaze.
His tail flicks.
“Open up the bed, Vegeta.” Of course. I stand and pull the bed down to its
useable position; behind me Kakarott rummages in the storage drawers. “On your
back,” he orders. Better and better. I spread myself out enticingly, and he
climbs on top of me; without delay he attaches leather cuffs to my wrists and
ankles and chains them to the eyebolts conveniently set in the bed’s corners.
(I’ve planned ahead.) “Now,” he says, “I believe I said something about making
you beg.”
“Do your worst,
Kakarott.”
“Count on it.”
***
I like Gohan. He’s such an easy target.
Next chapter: an analysis of the socioeconomic factors
affecting the development of the Saiyan settlement on Earth … just kidding. Pure
Evil Lemon! Kakarott and Vegeta make up for lost time.
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