Just A Face
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,208
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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**I in no way own the characters. For that matter I do not know the omnipotent creator. (Unfortunately), therefore suing me would do you no good. For I am a poor college student who is spending her spare time creating stories based on her childish infatuation with the fictional protectors of Earth.**
“Ya-you learned all of that from us?” His eyes made contact with miA deA deep contact, he was seeing into my soul. He was seeing the truth behind tordsords I had just spoken. He too was finally seeing the real man. Here in the middle of no where we could finally be the men we were meant to be. Him a savage and me...tender.
“Yes, Kakorot.”
“Geta...I...I never.”
“e ite it be Kakorot, leave it be.”
He looked away and sighed, his whole body heaved and his head tilted downward. Misery came off of him in waves, straggling me. I had never been one to seek for comfort, but that was what he was looking for in me today. He was searching foe one one smooth stone in a mountain of jagged shards of rock, the one he assumed to be my heart.
I did not know what caused my body, my legs to stand, to carry me over to him. I do not know if my arms wrapped around his weakening form on their own accord or if they were influenced by my traitorous legs. I just know that I held him close to me. Felt his s bus burn through my clothing, taint my wounded skin, trickle down my muscles and rest in my lap.
His arms wrapped so tightly around me, his hands fisted what was left of my clothing, seeking the comfort I could not give. He wanted to hear things from me, to see my mouth move and my eyes confirm that this too would end up alr. He. He needed this from me, but that was something I could not give. Not now not ever. Lies of that magnitude always come with a cost, one I could not afford.
“What is wrong with me Vegeta?”
“You are a Saiyan trapped in a world meant for the weak. You are a pillar of strength supporting an existence unworthy of your time. You are a God, by all sense of the word, living in the land of mortals. You are a man forced to degrade yourself in order to make others happy. Kakorot you are a Saiyan, a God, a Man, but you are no human. That is what is wrong with you.” I pulled his face to meet mine, I wanted to look into his eyes. The eyes that held so much pain, so much longing, so much distrust. “You have never been a human and yet you insist on living the life of one. That alone would kill me. How have you survived?”
His cheeks were wet with tears. His eyes darted, exploring my face. The face that has hid so well so many things. Things that a prince should never think. That is what my face has done. It has taken pain, suffering, longing, lust and has hidden them from the world, the way a proper face should. A face that so very rarely betrayed me, but when it did it was to him. The innocent man before me was the only one who has seen me break, the way I see him now, fragile.
At first my mind did not register the feeling of his soft nip of his lips against my own. It was not until my body started to react did I become completely aware. The sound of our labored breaths echoed into the quiet sanctuary of the woods. The moist touch of his warm lips against mine pulled me closer to him. The force of his tongue breaking the stubborn barrier of my pride left the sensation of delicious nectar in my mouth. My gloved hand fisted his silken raven locks as I swallowed the moan that followed. My body ached in a way I had never felt before, it longed for a true taste of a Saiyan. It wanted what it has been denied so long, what was stolen unjustly from it.
I could feel the damp ground seeping through the thin fabric of my battle uniform, mud filling the cuts that had yet to heal, and his mouth stealing from me my last rational thoughts. The thoughts that screamed to end this here, to stop his powerful hands from trailing up my stomach and down my thighs. The thoughts that begged me to demand that he stop slowly rubbing his hips against mine, to stop making it all feel good. To enforce the knowledge that with pleasure comes pain ten fold for me. To insist to him that the sins of my past will come back to haunt the both of us if he becomes involved, but all I could manage was a deep throated moan.
His hands made quick work of my top, separating our passionate battle just long enough to remove it. I did the same to his. Our heated flesh rubbing together only served to intensify the sensations. Never before had a body felt so right, so perfect. The bulky muscles, the pale white flesh, the thick locks of Saiyan hair, it was all perfect, it was all innocents hanging on a fragile balance slowly toppling into my jaded existence. It was all Saiyan. It was the good concurring the evil, the sun melting away the ebony of night. It was everything I have ever dreamed of at a price I never intended to pay.
“This is what I want. You are how I survived.” He moaned into my ear as he tugged my pants away from my body. The tattered remains fell to pieces in his large hands.
I felt him take his own pants off of his body.
Passion is an amusing thing. It makes a sane man crazy and the uncaring, feel. It molds and shapes our worlds taking the last moments of peace and turning them into a fury of pain. Passion can lead a man to both prosperity and poverty. It was easy to see that neither of us wanted things to go this far, or to become anything more than what it was. We were just two confused warriors forced to feel very passionate emotions. Emotions we had never felt and did not know we needed to. Emotions that we had no idea would last. Last as long as the rest of our extended lives.
“Ya-you learned all of that from us?” His eyes made contact with miA deA deep contact, he was seeing into my soul. He was seeing the truth behind tordsords I had just spoken. He too was finally seeing the real man. Here in the middle of no where we could finally be the men we were meant to be. Him a savage and me...tender.
“Yes, Kakorot.”
“Geta...I...I never.”
“e ite it be Kakorot, leave it be.”
He looked away and sighed, his whole body heaved and his head tilted downward. Misery came off of him in waves, straggling me. I had never been one to seek for comfort, but that was what he was looking for in me today. He was searching foe one one smooth stone in a mountain of jagged shards of rock, the one he assumed to be my heart.
I did not know what caused my body, my legs to stand, to carry me over to him. I do not know if my arms wrapped around his weakening form on their own accord or if they were influenced by my traitorous legs. I just know that I held him close to me. Felt his s bus burn through my clothing, taint my wounded skin, trickle down my muscles and rest in my lap.
His arms wrapped so tightly around me, his hands fisted what was left of my clothing, seeking the comfort I could not give. He wanted to hear things from me, to see my mouth move and my eyes confirm that this too would end up alr. He. He needed this from me, but that was something I could not give. Not now not ever. Lies of that magnitude always come with a cost, one I could not afford.
“What is wrong with me Vegeta?”
“You are a Saiyan trapped in a world meant for the weak. You are a pillar of strength supporting an existence unworthy of your time. You are a God, by all sense of the word, living in the land of mortals. You are a man forced to degrade yourself in order to make others happy. Kakorot you are a Saiyan, a God, a Man, but you are no human. That is what is wrong with you.” I pulled his face to meet mine, I wanted to look into his eyes. The eyes that held so much pain, so much longing, so much distrust. “You have never been a human and yet you insist on living the life of one. That alone would kill me. How have you survived?”
His cheeks were wet with tears. His eyes darted, exploring my face. The face that has hid so well so many things. Things that a prince should never think. That is what my face has done. It has taken pain, suffering, longing, lust and has hidden them from the world, the way a proper face should. A face that so very rarely betrayed me, but when it did it was to him. The innocent man before me was the only one who has seen me break, the way I see him now, fragile.
At first my mind did not register the feeling of his soft nip of his lips against my own. It was not until my body started to react did I become completely aware. The sound of our labored breaths echoed into the quiet sanctuary of the woods. The moist touch of his warm lips against mine pulled me closer to him. The force of his tongue breaking the stubborn barrier of my pride left the sensation of delicious nectar in my mouth. My gloved hand fisted his silken raven locks as I swallowed the moan that followed. My body ached in a way I had never felt before, it longed for a true taste of a Saiyan. It wanted what it has been denied so long, what was stolen unjustly from it.
I could feel the damp ground seeping through the thin fabric of my battle uniform, mud filling the cuts that had yet to heal, and his mouth stealing from me my last rational thoughts. The thoughts that screamed to end this here, to stop his powerful hands from trailing up my stomach and down my thighs. The thoughts that begged me to demand that he stop slowly rubbing his hips against mine, to stop making it all feel good. To enforce the knowledge that with pleasure comes pain ten fold for me. To insist to him that the sins of my past will come back to haunt the both of us if he becomes involved, but all I could manage was a deep throated moan.
His hands made quick work of my top, separating our passionate battle just long enough to remove it. I did the same to his. Our heated flesh rubbing together only served to intensify the sensations. Never before had a body felt so right, so perfect. The bulky muscles, the pale white flesh, the thick locks of Saiyan hair, it was all perfect, it was all innocents hanging on a fragile balance slowly toppling into my jaded existence. It was all Saiyan. It was the good concurring the evil, the sun melting away the ebony of night. It was everything I have ever dreamed of at a price I never intended to pay.
“This is what I want. You are how I survived.” He moaned into my ear as he tugged my pants away from my body. The tattered remains fell to pieces in his large hands.
I felt him take his own pants off of his body.
Passion is an amusing thing. It makes a sane man crazy and the uncaring, feel. It molds and shapes our worlds taking the last moments of peace and turning them into a fury of pain. Passion can lead a man to both prosperity and poverty. It was easy to see that neither of us wanted things to go this far, or to become anything more than what it was. We were just two confused warriors forced to feel very passionate emotions. Emotions we had never felt and did not know we needed to. Emotions that we had no idea would last. Last as long as the rest of our extended lives.