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Eternity	By : HollyHK Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 4598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Take your dress off.”
Goten was hoarse and demanding before he continued to smother her neck in kisses. When she had become sidetracked by the sensual brush of his smooth skin that was underneath her touch, he grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head in one swift move.
Bra had found herself difficult to comprehend and interpret, as something had possessed her. Changed her. Suppressed any reminder of morale that attempted to battle against this hypnosis that she felt she was under. The moment that she had locked eyes with Goten in the hallway of the Capsule Corporation, mere yards away from the gathered crowd that was celebrating the upcoming New Year, all of the night’s activities had wiped away from existence. Her mind had warped into such a state that she was unaware of. All that she could remember was the way that he had gripped onto her wrist to usher her back out on the balcony. He had placed her arms around his neck and he hovered into the air, blasting away at full speed to his home. She recalled the tightened grip on his body due to his lightning-fast speed.
His demands had felt so natural to hear... and obey.
And now she stood in his bedroom, more than ready to fuck Goten. Not make love, but fuck; she would have to be literally in love in order to use such a term. She did not love this man, therefore she could not help but question why she had chose him for this time. Did she choose him? This rowdy, happy-go-lucky boy that her older brother had grown together with? She could not deny that he was indeed handsome, but this was Son Goten. Weren’t their fathers arch-enemies at one point? This would be a perfect setting for her Romeo and Juliet scene… only she had to love him.
Tonight, he was too irresistible. She was not going to dispute these facts.
Without breaking the contact between his lips and her skin, he undid the belt that sealed the security of his pants and the fabric quickly dropped to the floor. He laced his fingers beneath his silk boxer shorts and quickly pushed them down, unleashing his thick, hard length. He lifted Bra with ease and released her to collapse on his bed. He immediately placed his weight between her legs to turn his attention to her breasts, which were larger than he had initially believed. He placed one of the tiny mounds inside of his mouth and swirled his tongue around the skin. Her head tilted back while the pleasure had fully enveloped in her; He had kept his eyes on her to watch every movement she had made. He took his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched the other neglected nipple. After hearing her gasp, he sucked harshly against her breast, basking in her heavenly existence.
His hand sneakily slid down her smooth stomach and met with the center of the beautiful woman underneath him, taking great delight at how something as simple as his touch could make her arch her back and silently gasp. Two of his digits made their way between her damp folds and found the extra-sensitive bud that made her curl her toes at the lightest touch. He intensely watched her quietly begin to beg for more as he gently stroked her; he desired taking her immediately, but he was merely warming her up for what she was about to endure. In a quick movement that Bra did not appear to notice, his fingers slipped inside of her and gently stroked the walls as he was with her clit. Her eyed widened while attempting to stifle a loud moan that was at the edge of her throat. He finally had left her breast to shift his upper body between her beautiful, open legs. Goten replaced his thumb with his hot tongue, finally suppressing the desperate urge to taste her. Bra’s pressure had built to new heights, as her body began to tremble underneath him. “… Goten!”
He stroked every inch of her center, hearing her moans come closer together. Her pleas had become his motivation to do nothing short of pleasing her. He roughly shoved his digits deeper inside of her, getting his own personal high from the ecstasy that overwhelmed him; It felt as though he was involved in an addiction. A loud cry erupted from her just moments before she came. The half-saiyan flashed a seductive smile in victory. “Good girl,” he had whispered. To drive her quicker into a frenzy, he continued to stroke her. He watched her breathe heavy and her back collapse underneath him. To her surprise, he sat up and quickly entered her with one crushing thrust. She cried out at his sudden invasion, while her fingernails dug deep into his skin to hold onto him tightly. He silenced her pleas by immediately taking her soft, full lips with his. He held his weight over her, looking deep in her eyes while he pushed his hips closer to her, making her feel every inch of him. A low growl escaped from his throat when he allowed his aggression to consume him. To tease her, he had slowly exited and entered her with such a strong force. These feelings that swelled inside of him had turned him into one that he did not recognize; He had experienced this with several women throughout his young life. She had felt too good for him to care. Her scent had drifted underneath his nose, which left him silently begging… to re-live this moment again and again for the remainder of his time on earth.
He did not care about the reaction of his family, or her family, especially the concerns of his best friend. Could this be the marking that Gohan had confronted him with so long ago? If this was the case, his wish would be able to come true. He would have her however much the two desired. Just one gaze had changed his entire world, for he had what he needed underneath him. For the first time in his life, he finally understood the agony and misery that his best friend, his brother, and perhaps even his father had endured. He hated this, but she was too damn good.
“I’m so close…” he murmured, allowing himself to bask in this newly-found bliss. Bra gripped his hair with her fingers and pulled his face towards hers to embrace his lips. Once her small moans had vibrated on his lips, he had lost all control. He dug his fingernails into the sheet that she had lied on and emitted a long growl. “Bra… Oh, Bra…” His lip trembled atop hers when he felt his seed explode inside of her. Bra sighed in great satisfaction, allowing Goten to lie himself between her breasts. She stroked his hair lovingly, merely staring off into her personal world, wondering what the hell she had just done.
Goten’s uneasy gaze rested on the beautiful view of the setting sun saying its farewell of the day; he had not seen or heard from Bra since their spontaneous encounter on New Year’s Eve. Despite several, thorough washes of his bedclothes, her scent remained in his residence. He felt as though it was a reminder that a piece of his soul had gone with her when she had returned to the capsule corporation. The New Year ’s Eve party had replayed over and over in his head, constantly searching for what had possibly possessed him to do what he had did.
Even he did not feel as though he was the same person since he shared this deep, burning intimacy with her. His soul was raging, roaring stronger than any fire that could occur on any of the land on earth. He recalled the birth of his beautiful niece and Pan’s brush with death; Bra was merely feet from him on many occasions and he had felt as he always did. Why that night? Why Bra? What was happening to him?
They have had this bond since the moment their eyes met... There’s nothing any of us can do about it! He absorbed his brother’s advice on that day that he had learned of Trunks marking his niece; His innocent niece that he had held in the tiny bundle of blankets just moments after she was born. The anguish he had felt when his best friend had destroyed her innocence and had impregnated her with a child that nearly killed her.
It wasn’t him that marked his niece. It was the Saiyan heritage in the works. That damned heritage of his.
He remained in his home ever since that day, which was uncommon for him. He felt as though he had too much reflecting to do. He asked himself on many occasions if he had regretted the encounter; he still had no answer.
He picked up the phone and stared at the buttons for what seemed like an eternity. He could always call her, but could he face her after what they had done? Would she be willing to face him? Instead, he dialed a different number and held the receiver up to his ear. He waited for several seconds for an answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, bro…” He ran his fingers through his thick, black hair. “Are you home?”
“I am. Why?”
“Is it all right if I come over…?”
“Sure! Why wouldn’t it be? … Are you okay?”
Goten paused, watching the snowflakes delicately fall from the sky. “I don’t know. I’ll be over.”
Before Gohan could push the conversation further, his younger brother hung up and looked through the window again, preparing for the grueling conversation ahead of him; the oldest brother was the only one he felt he could trust, and possibly understand, what had happened. Without bothering to grab a coat, he simply walked out his door. The bitter cold of the air that filled his lungs had numbed his entire being; just what he needed. He walked, hands in his pockets and eyes to the ground, northeast of his home, allowing the falling snowflakes to decorate him. His mood was too deep to think. The snow crunched quietly underneath his feet, feeling the light moisture seep into his shoes. He could care less about the weather.
He had arrived at Gohan’s house and knocked on the door. Gohan nearly immediately answered, as though he was standing there, waiting on him. “Where’s your coat?” Goten continued staring at the ‘Welcome’ Door mat that was underneath his feet. “…. Come in. You’re freezing, my brother!”
Without looking at the man of the house, he had entered his home, instantly feeling the warm heat from the fireplace welcoming him. He looked up only to watch the flames dance, which he felt had lit the passion that he previously felt. He suddenly imagined making love to Bra in front of this fireplace. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shun the imagery from his thoughts. “Where’s Videl?”
“She’s in the bedroom, reading,” Gohan pointed to the staircase, not taking his eyes off of his younger sibling.
“Good.” He plopped on the large couch in front of the fireplace, continuing to observe the flames flicker in front of him.
“Goten… you can tell me anything,” Gohan sat beside Goten, who slowly closed his eyes. “Can you tell me more about the Saiyan’s mating mark?” After a few seconds of silence, Goten finally looked up, only to be met with an incredulous stare. “What –“
“Gohan, cut the bullshit. I just want to know.”
Gohan folded his arms, secretly weighing his chances of prying Goten of his reasons. “The mark…” he started. “It was slightly different for me, since Videl is human, but the outcome is still the same. It is basically where your soul connects to someone. It’s like your entire purpose in life changes.”
Goten raised an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”
The older brother clicked his tongue. “This does not occur until after you…” he paused, lowering his eyebrows. “Make love. After you do so, your emotions are tied with the partner for life. As far as I know, you cannot break the bond.” Goten shook his head as though he remained confused, keeping his eyes on the contained fire in front of him. “Trunks nearly killed himself when Pan almost died during childbirth… That is a good example of the mark. Why do you ask? Did something happen?”
“I don’t understand…” Goten trailed off.
“What don’t you understand?”
“I’ve slept with other women. Nothing happened.”
“It happens at random, I think,” Gohan shook his head. “I have plenty of questions myself, but this is all I know.” He watched Goten tense. “So you think you...”
“I think so… What do I do?”
Gohan rubbed his fingers through his hair, gazing at his clearly-miserable brother. “Simple; you give her all the happiness you can.”
Thank every God in existence for Gohan.
He was relieved that he did not press for more information than what he did; The load that had been gradually weighing him down, heavier and heavier by each second, crushing him to the point of asphyxiation, had been lightened; he did not carry this burden alone. His father had endured this, his brother, his best friend… with his niece. And now himself… with Trunks’ sister.
In order to make her happy, he would have to face her again.
After leaving his brother’s residence, he leapt into the sky and levitated in the air. Despite the progression of the snow storm that was unleashing in his area, he flew at full speed towards the city. It had gotten late, therefore Goten had concluded that Bra would likely be at home. He was un-phased at the snowflakes that had made an attempt to obstruct his vision; nothing, and nobody, could keep him from her. He was still in the process of comprehending the mark from his ancestors, but it felt good. Damn good.
He stopped when the Capsule Corporation was in his sight. He filled his lungs with the fresh air in an attempt to find her specific scent. It had thrilled him when his findings were faint. He followed his instincts and had found her bedroom window, on the right side of the large, dome-shaped residence. He had then seen her, placing a subtle, fake eyelash on her eye in front of the large mirror that was built into the wall. He watched her closely, drinking in her beauty. And she was his.
When he saw that she was finished, he gently tapped on the glass that had separated them. She jumped momentarily, until she saw the source of the surprise noise. Her perfectly-sculpted eyebrows were wrinkled at his spontaneous visit. She looked towards the door to ensure that no one else had witnessed this and came running to the window to open it quickly. “Goten?” He floated merely inches from her, exposing a heart-melting grin. “What are you…?”
“You’re so beautiful.” He then kissed her soft lips without warning. She quickly wrapped her arms around his torso to pull him into her bedroom. He gripped onto her neatly-groomed hair to pull her closer. The embraces of his lips had spread to her round cheeks and to the side of her neck. A moan of approval had erupted from her throat when she felt his fingers sneak under her dress, caressing her thighs.
“Goten… Mmmm… no… no… stop.” The man instantly froze, leaving his lips on her collarbone. “We can’t do this…”
He lifted his face to meet her beautiful, blue eyes. “What?”
“We can’t do this,” she repeated. “I’m sorry.”
“Do you want to come ov—“
She took a deep breath to sooth her nerves. “We can’t be together.” He stared into her eyes for a long moment as she explained. “Goten… I don’t know what happened on New Year’s Eve. You’re my brother’s best friend. This just wouldn’t—“
“He knocked up my niece, Bra. What’s wrong wi—“
“I’m seeing someone.” He was immediately silenced, which gave him the opportunity to take the endless plunge into heartbreak. “Goten… You’re an amazing person. Incredible.” She slowly reached out to touch him, but he swatted her hand away. “I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes to break his view of her. He turned around to open the window and without a second thought, he flew away. After realizing what she had done, she ran to the glass barrier and quickly opened it. “Goten, wait! Come back! No!”
He was already gone.
Fuck it. She brushed off her short, black dress and thick, brown leggings. She grabbed her leather jacket and swung it over her shoulders, roughly placing each arm through the sleeves. She took her purse and left her room, walking down the long flight of stairs. She opened the front door and met with the cold again. She looked up to see a black sports car parked by the entrance with a man exiting, whose chin was covered with stubble and with a toothpick between his teeth. “Hey sugarplum. I got a bottle of the good shit with your name all over it. You ready for tonight, baby?” Scowling, she grabbed the man’s wrist and escorted him back to his car. “Ooh, you’re ready all right.” He cackled when he watched her get in the vehicle.
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