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Bejiita Unattached	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bejiita - Unattached

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Written: 1-25-03

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Yaoi, rather lemony, lil angsty, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!

| ...words... | denotes thought.

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Maybe it was no accident that I happened upon him. That I saw him at such a vulnerable time. Now
my suspicions are confirmed. Now I know just a bit more about myself.

Maybe a little more than I wanted to...

I think, I need to talk to him. Hopefully he won't rip my head off.

Hopefully Videl won't beat him to it. If she found out...

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Part 3

Weeks have passed.

Bejiita has not ... improved.

I feel his ki spike almost 5 times a day now. He has been training like a mad man day and night, turning his frustrations into fighting. Taking them out on the gravity room, or anmbatmbat simulations Buruma makes for him. But I get the feeling it's never enough.

How can he live this way? This is not healthy!

Sometimes, I sneak out on my lunch break, or on the weekends and go see him, under the guise of him helping me to train, just like Pikkoro san. It's not completely a lie. We do train, but most of the time we talk.

I meet him the the gravity room. It's up to 400g as usual. The walls are red and begin to buckle
under the strain. I can actually see the air part around each of his limbs as he strikes an imaginary enemy angrily, with all the energy and determination he possesses, throwing himself head first into everything he does. He's practically fighting himself.

He wears only black, spandex shorts. As always. My pants actually feel tighter than his. As
always.

I tap four times on the door. A knock I use to let him know its me. He turns the gravity down to a less suicidal level, and with far less difficulty, I walk in.

He ignores me as he starts on his one armed, handstand push-ups. The muscles in his triceps bulge and quiver with each movement. I'm mesmerized by the one drop of tangy sweat that makes its way seductively down his arm. Over his elbow, then forearm, then his wrist before it hits the floor and evaporates almost immediately. I watch him fight against his own weight to finish the rep. He pauses, just holding himself up with the same arm. His sculpted legs in the air. For someone so small, he's very stocky. Despite his diminutive height, there's nothing that sescrascrawny or undersized about him. Quite the opposite. I flush a little as that point is made abundantly clear when my eyes stray to the large bulge between his slightly spread legs.

"What is it you want boy? Or did you come here to stare at me and talk? He rolls his eyes at the last word as he flips over gracefully to stand again. Well 'talk' isn't the right word. More like I talk and if he feels like it, maybe he'll listen or snort. Today he seems a bit more receptive to conversation.

He stands, his need is made even more obvious now. I have a hard time when I try to look away. He looks down at it rather sadly. He breathes deeply, and then expels the air with a shuddering exhalation.

All his training has done nothing.

As if he heard my thoughts, "fighting ..always reminds me of ...Kakarotto..." he whispers. He grits his teeth. "Is there no peace for me?.." Closing his eyes he sits down on the floor wearily, his back against the control panel.

He's miserable.

"Bejiita.. have you ever told him?"

He does not answer at first. His hands roam to familiar place. He rolls his thumb over the head of his hardened penis through the spandex material of his shorts and hisses.

"Un..hss!...I...don't wanna talk..about him right now.."

I feel my cheeks burning.

| Why must he torture me? Tourture himself? |

"But.." I look away for a moment. "You can't keep going on like this. What about Buruma?"
He chuckles as he pulls his shorts down to his knees. "Roll Buruma?... Uuhh!... so I can get kicked out of bed for moaning .. Ka. .Ahh.. ka..rotto's name instead of ...her's? It almost happened... before."

He tips his head back, as his hand finds a rhythm. One hand cups and rolls his testicles, as he pulls with even strokes over his erection with the other.

"Do you love her?"

All that can be heard is his heated panting, and my heart beating hard for several minutes.

He did not answer. He only frowned.

"Do you love him?" Asking made my heart ache. But I ask it anyway.

Again he does not answer. But his tempo speeds up.

"OOoh...!" He archs his back towards his hands. Completely uncaring that I am watching. Completely unashamed to gratify himself infront of me. I could understand my catching him in the act before. But this time.. Why is he doing this?...Why now?

Well I know why. But is that really the only reason?

| What is he thinking about this time? |

I imagine my father's head bobing up and down in Bejiita's lap as he screams a and and tangles his fingers in dad's hair. I feel myself harden completely now.

I shake my head, and run my fingers through my hair, before covering my face with my hands. Suddenly ashamed enough for both of us.

| Oh god what's wrong with me!? You have a wife and child! Don't foresake them!! |

"What's...hsss! The matter...boy? I..aahh!..I thought you liked.. to watch..." he says between moans in a broken manner. A cocky, triumphant smirk on his lips despite his beet red cheeks, and how exposed and naked he is. In more ways than one.

"You know you never answered my question.."

"UUnn!...since..w..when do I answer to you ..brat?" He says opening just one eye to try to glare at
me. But he fails miserably.

"Did you tell him?" I ask again, feigning disinterest in his arousing display.

"..Y..yes...he..the..ba.stard doesn't care.." he pants, his face contorting in both pleasure and grief as he nears the edge.

"You sure..?" I ask. I've seen the way my father looks at him.

Again, no answer. Only choked gasps and whimpers.

"Do you love him?"

"UUNnn!! Wh..what does..uuh! ..it matter..now!?"

"Answer me." I say determined to get the truth out of him. Sick of his lies or half assed, flippant
remarks. It's all I've gotten out of him for weeks.

"What do ... you care!!?" he yells, as his hands bring him even closer to completion. The tendons in his neck straining.

"Because I lo..." I just couldn't say it.

That got his attention. But he covered his shock quickly with a sneer. "Can't say it, huh boy?"

"Look, I care about you..Bejiita. I want to help you."

"Yea.. help" he says noting the tightness of what should be loose pants. My cheeks flush even more, but I manage to compose myself enough to form a whole sentence.

"I don't like seeing you like this. It's not right."

"Who are you to .oooh!ooh!!.. tell me what's right..?"

It's true. I'm sitting here pining after him. Watching him pleasure himself. Thinking of him in ways I shouldn't. I'm a married man, with a family, and a job. Yet here I am. It IS true. But somehow his observation made me very angry.

"But it's no worse than you. I make no secret of my feelings! Yes..I'm... in love with you. Even though you probably feel nothing for me. But here Istilstill trying to help you. Do I avoid you!? NO!But you..you stay with Buruma even though you have no real feelings for her anymore. You've avoided everyone for weeks. You keep running away. From Buruma, from me, from dad, from your feelings, from the world. And you come here to this gravity room. Hoping you can fight your fears and frustrations away! You fucking coward!"

He sends me a venomous look, and gritted his teeth in anger, but it disolved into a frown quickly after. He knows I'm right. He looks away from me, biting his lip. Maybe that was too harsh...

| I'm sorry... |

Less angry now, I walk around the control panel to face him. He whimpers again but from heartache or the ache between his trembling legs I do not know. I lean down and tip his chin up so I can look him in the eye. His face is still so red, his eyes glazed, and rolled to the back of his head. His lips slightly parted to let out a breathy moan that raised the hairs at the nape of my neck.

| Remember..married man |

"Bejiita...do you love him?"

He moans and shuts his eyes again. As if that would make me go away.

I put my hands on either side of his face so he can't look away again. He keeps his eyes closed, but leans into my right hand. His breathing deepends, and he begins to shudder violently. His hand moves from light, quick strokes to slow, and full. I start to salivate, no longer seeing my father between his legs, but me.

| God! Stop looking!! |

"IINnnhh!!!..Ka..ka..ro.."

"Yes.. I know you want him! "

"OOOoohh..!"

But do you love him?"

"UUH!...I...AH! Aah..I .."

"Just say it!"

"OOnn!..ye..YES!!.." He shouts as he finally comes all over his hand. "I .. love him.." His moaning disovles into small whimpers as he begins to cry. Just like re. re. I feel my heart constrict again. Such a proud, firery man. So strange to see him this way. So unguarded. How could anyone not be moved by his tears?

I lean in and kiss them away, the one's rolling down his cheeks, and the one's clinging to his inky lashes. I can actually taste his sorrow and pain. Not unlike my own really. I moved to kiss his lips, but resist the urge, and I stop short.

I swallow audibly, and move away before the temptation returns.

"So you love him..." He opens his dark eyes finally. Looking sated, and spent, but so sad.

"Then you know what you have to do..."

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