The DBZ Drabble Series
folder
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,051
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,051
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drabble Word: Lucid
Drabble Series: Lucid
Transparent Desires
And here\'s where the rating goes up...
What had been confusing before was suddenly transparent.
Vegeta was driving him insane. Deliberately.
In his more lucid moments he realized it wasn’t actually Vegeta‘s fault. No, his own constantly mind-blowing thoughts were making him crazy.
Goku sighed hopelessly as he slumped against the cold metal of the Gravity Room control panel, defeated. This was the reason he had spent the last ten years traveling and exploring the Earth, running away from the wickedly immoral thoughts that plagued him every time he was around Vegeta.
At first he didn’t understand why he would find himself staring at the other Saiyajin. Why he was happier in Vegeta’s company than any others...
...Or why he thought that tight, blue spandex should be considered foreplay...
Not until he had the first dream.
He’d woken up drenched in sweat, his body feverish with restrained passion, with a raging erection and the most seductively erotic nude images of Vegeta, bent over and begging, dancing through his head. A virtual banquet of sensual delicacies, his for the taking. In his dreams at least. Not being able to control himself, he had grabbed his aching cock and had begun what would be just one of a hundred different times he had zealously jerked-off to his very perverted and pornographic dreams of Vegeta.
In his fantasies he lived a different life. One where he kissed, licked, nibbled, nipped and bit, then touched, stroked, jerked, pumped and fucked. Where he tasted everything; the sweetness of Vegeta’s mouth, the warm velvet skin over hardened steel and the rich, thick salty royal cream as he swallowed every drop. A world in which he breathed in the arousing, fierce fragrance of Vegeta and sank into that tight, blistering heat he so desperately craved.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
Goku whimpered...Any position... Damn it, he was hard again.
And now Vegeta wanted him to stay. No more wandering the globe to get away from his object of desire. Not that the obstinate prince had come right out and asked, that wasn’t Vegeta’s style. He’d hinted instead. Goku desperately wanted to feign ignorance, act the idiot and ignore Vegeta’s silent demand.
He wouldn’t though. Because he couldn’t. He could no longer deny Vegeta anything.
But how was he supposed to act normal? Could he go back to seeing Vegeta, talking to him, sparring with him? Watch as that beautiful, sexy sculpted body moved, twisted, flexed, stretched and ... bent over.
...Aarrggh... He groaned.
Goku looked at the towel he held in his clenched fists. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he drank in the intoxicating aroma that was Vegeta. Hands free, he grabbed his rigid cock, pulling, gently at first, but with harder, faster strokes as he reached for his peak. Hot, wet seed flowed, coating his hand and abdomen in the musky scent of sex.
Vegeta wasn’t the only one who had reached a decision. This would be the last time he did this alone.
Goku wanted Vegeta. He needed him.
And he was going to have him.
Transparent Desires
And here\'s where the rating goes up...
What had been confusing before was suddenly transparent.
Vegeta was driving him insane. Deliberately.
In his more lucid moments he realized it wasn’t actually Vegeta‘s fault. No, his own constantly mind-blowing thoughts were making him crazy.
Goku sighed hopelessly as he slumped against the cold metal of the Gravity Room control panel, defeated. This was the reason he had spent the last ten years traveling and exploring the Earth, running away from the wickedly immoral thoughts that plagued him every time he was around Vegeta.
At first he didn’t understand why he would find himself staring at the other Saiyajin. Why he was happier in Vegeta’s company than any others...
...Or why he thought that tight, blue spandex should be considered foreplay...
Not until he had the first dream.
He’d woken up drenched in sweat, his body feverish with restrained passion, with a raging erection and the most seductively erotic nude images of Vegeta, bent over and begging, dancing through his head. A virtual banquet of sensual delicacies, his for the taking. In his dreams at least. Not being able to control himself, he had grabbed his aching cock and had begun what would be just one of a hundred different times he had zealously jerked-off to his very perverted and pornographic dreams of Vegeta.
In his fantasies he lived a different life. One where he kissed, licked, nibbled, nipped and bit, then touched, stroked, jerked, pumped and fucked. Where he tasted everything; the sweetness of Vegeta’s mouth, the warm velvet skin over hardened steel and the rich, thick salty royal cream as he swallowed every drop. A world in which he breathed in the arousing, fierce fragrance of Vegeta and sank into that tight, blistering heat he so desperately craved.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
Goku whimpered...Any position... Damn it, he was hard again.
And now Vegeta wanted him to stay. No more wandering the globe to get away from his object of desire. Not that the obstinate prince had come right out and asked, that wasn’t Vegeta’s style. He’d hinted instead. Goku desperately wanted to feign ignorance, act the idiot and ignore Vegeta’s silent demand.
He wouldn’t though. Because he couldn’t. He could no longer deny Vegeta anything.
But how was he supposed to act normal? Could he go back to seeing Vegeta, talking to him, sparring with him? Watch as that beautiful, sexy sculpted body moved, twisted, flexed, stretched and ... bent over.
...Aarrggh... He groaned.
Goku looked at the towel he held in his clenched fists. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he drank in the intoxicating aroma that was Vegeta. Hands free, he grabbed his rigid cock, pulling, gently at first, but with harder, faster strokes as he reached for his peak. Hot, wet seed flowed, coating his hand and abdomen in the musky scent of sex.
Vegeta wasn’t the only one who had reached a decision. This would be the last time he did this alone.
Goku wanted Vegeta. He needed him.
And he was going to have him.