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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Himitsu
Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
Contact:
soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Written: 4-29-05
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: kink, fetish, very lemony, het, yaoi, steamy,
language. Enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own
amusement. So don't sue!
Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I'd done recently, "Sunset
Kink" There is actually a lot of story behind that pic that you may, or may not
have picked up on. So here it is.
| ...words... | denotes thought.
[ Chapter .02]

All I had to do was ask.

Imagine... actually getting permission to be a pervert.

| Yea. That's what I am. And have technically always been. I just needed a
chance circumstance to bring it out. I did learn to read from articles in
porno magazines after all. |

I had the okay, which was a miracle in itself. What I needed now, was an
alibi.

The weeks pass and it gets harder and harder to slip away whenever Bejiita
and Bulma feel like doing indecent things to each other. I have a feeling today
is going to be especially difficult.

I've finally memorized Chichi's, and Goten's daily patterns, hoping it would
help me get away from the house unnoticed more often, in case I didn't have a
legitimate reason to leave. Such as chopping fire wood, catching fish for
dinner, or sparring, or saving the world etc. The world needs no saving. Even I
have to admit that we have insane amounts of food, and I'v nearly chopped down
half the trees near the house already, and it's summer time. So figuring out
good times to leave will come in handy.

Chichi is most busy and distracted just before and after meal times. It's
also the time she is most angry, and thus it's already the best time to avoid
her. Cooking for the equivalent of 15 people for at least two meals a day for
two men that probably don't appreciate her as much as they should, would make
anyone a bit cranky.

Spending more time with Chichi has taught me that I really was "not always
the best husband, but I had my good points." Apparently saving the world did not
quite count as a good point because it took my away from home for too long. Not
to mention she doesn't know I'm probably the worst but luckiest peeping-tom in
the world as well. But enough about that.

Now, Goten's schedule is a bit different, in that he doesn't really have
one.

"Dad!! Mama! I'm going to out! Maybe I'll catch a movie.." he said this
morning, already half way out the door before his sentence was finished.

"When will you be back?" Chichi yelled from her pile of dishes. Goten had
already taken flight. His shaggy mane whips in the wind

"What!?...." his voice seeming distant as he sped away. Of course Goten was
not so far away that he couldn't answer. Goten got away with this sort of thing
every other day. Especially on the weekends.

Chichi had finally loosened Goten's leash and allowed him to stay out more
now that he was older. Not that she could really have stopped him anyway. He
could be gone from sunrise to sunset but still manage to pop in for meals. Smart
kid. I tried the same thing one day, but needless to say my leash is not so
long. My dearest wife has "had it up to here with my disappearing acts."
Screaming and ranting and raving about again how I was not around enough. So
basically if she doesn't see me for at least 1/3 of the day everyday, I can
forget about meals and performing my "sinful duties."

After having spent so much time with the sexually liberated couple, I
realize just how old fashioned my Chichi was. And I'd actually felt the same way
once.
[ ..... ]

Lunch was devoured in record time today. I went out of my way to make a mess
so that Chichi would be completely, and utterly swamped with work. And that will
afford me at least an hour of complete peace. You might be thinking, why doesn't
she ask me to help clean up? How on earth can she allow me to be so slovenly and
not help with the tidying? Well as good as I am at eating and fighting, luckily
I'm rather useless when it comes to housework. As much as I train, I'd be more
likely to break a dish before I could ever wash it.

So instead I lay out back in the tweed hammock, just enjoying the feeling of
a full belly, the grass under my fingers, and warm sun on my face. The very
picture of a spoiled husband.

It is 12:32 exactly when I feel his signal.

The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end, and a silly
little grin tugs at my lips.

Such perfect timing Bejiita.

Dishes clatter, and cutlery dings against glass and porcelain noisily.
Chichi mutters to herself as she scrubs and sloshes the plates. I slip away
unnoticed.
[ ..... ]

"Woman! Hurry up! The cherries are itching me!!!" Bejiita hollers in Bulma's
general direction as he shifts on the bed. His arms and legs are spread and tied
to each corner of them bed with velvet rope.

| Only regular rope? like that's going to hold him. |

He's blindfolded. Again. He seems to like not seeing, and only feeling. He
also seems to like being bound, but why?

Bulma, wearing nothing but a devilish smile she undoubtedly picked up from
Bejiita , all but skips into the room with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and
caramel in tow. "Hello Son-Kun!" She chirps, having absolutely no problem with
my voyeurism. And Bejiita, who welcomed it, smiles at her entrance. The bed dips
as Bulma crawls across it, shaking the can as she settles above her captive.
Whipped cream froths out in uneven little spurts. She surrounds the cherry
covering his right nipple with a generous amount of sticky, white goodness. She
does the same for his left.

Sex and food is also something completely new to me. I loved the idea
immediately.

Dropping the sweet condiments onto the bed, she deftly licks the cream off
of him. Bejiita shifts, rumpling the sheets, as he breathes a little deeper. She
laps up the last bit of cream before capturing the stem of the cherry with her
fingertips and popping it into her mouth. She moves to lavish the other nipple
with the same attention.

"Unn.." The smallest of moans slips out from Bejiita's partially open mouth.
The first of many. I sit back languidly feeling warmer as I watch her reach for
another cherry. I can only imagine what she'll do next when she sits back to
think.

"Hmm." Chocolate? Or.. caramel?" she asks, really only talking to her self.
"Cho..colate..." The word comes out in a breathy whisper. I love chocolate,
especially since I don't get it very often. Bulma just winked at me and reached
for the chocolate syrup. She drizzles it in a straight line down over the
contours of his taut stomach and over his erection. He squirms as the cool syrup
comes into contact with his much hotter skin. She drops the syrup on the bed and
goes for the cream again. She surrounds the base of his shaft making a sundae of
him. Even down to the cherry at the tip of his penis.

"Hss...!!" Bejiita; breathing hard now, arches his hips towards her mouth
just as her tongue makes first contact. She makes quick work of the syrup on his
stomach and moves down to where I'm sure he really would like her undivided
attention.

"Uh...UHHh!" He lets out a much longer and louder moan now. I begin to
salivate as she laps at his chocolate and cream covered member hungrily. Like a
woman that hadn't eaten in days. My stomach flutters and I feel pin pricks under
my skin as he whimpers and tries to push himself in and out of her mouth only
moments after she's started. Her plump, pink lips becoming slack, then tight
around him. Just as they always do, except this time it is her mouth he was
thrusting in to. He's very impatient today. "Mm..mm" She swallows him whole,
making long, almost exaggerated slurps. Her throat works around him. "Nnnhh..
NNH!" Bejiita's growls and whines are more needy with each passing minute. Sweat
begins to bead up on his forehead and his breathing turns ragged. As does mine.
The more he enjoys it, the more I enjoy watching. The louder he is, the more
painful my erection becomes.

My erections are always a surprise to me. One moment it's flaccid, and in
seemingly no time at all there is it, pointing up at me. Accusingly. Asking why
isn't there a warm mouth wrapped around its base too. Asking why I'm here so
often watching and getting hard but not satisfied when it and I could be home
doing 'indecent' things to Chichi instead. It really and truly does seem to have
a mind of its own.

I swallow the excess of saliva that had built up in my mouth. Why I don't
know. My hardened flesh throbs. My hands suddenly itch to feel warm, slick skin
under them. It is quite strange. Confused, I ignore the itching feeling, but
soon it grows so strong that when I finally squelch it, my strength felt
absolutely sapped. I settle back completely on the pillow I was leaning on,
suddenly too weak to sit up. I shudder pleasantly. My breath coming in pants as
it always does. "INNh..Hnn!!" Bejiita moans piteously when Bulma nips and laps
at his sticky tip wetly. He is most sensitive there I'd learned. Gritting his
teeth and growling slightly, he pulls at his 'restraints.'
"NNNngk!...uh..UH!....shit...!" He writhes deliriously under the onslaught of
Bulma's talents. He's close. You can always tell by the profanity. The bed
creaks and the rope begins to fray under the strength of his pulling.

| Almost there... |

"Gnh..AHHHhh!!!" He shouts with his head thrown back. His muscles tensing
all at the same time as he shook violently. His seed flowing into her waiting
mouth and down her chin. Swallowing most of it, she leans down to retrieve the
last cherry that had rolled onto the bed with her teeth. She brings it to his
panting mouth and waits for him to catch his breath. She pushes the cherry
between his lips with her tongue before leaning in for a kiss. I've seen them do
so many things to each other. But oddly enough, kissing was a rarity. They share
one of their few tender moments, and I am lucky enough to witness it.

They part not long after, and Bejiita, still blindfolded, tilts his head up
to lap at his own release that runs, and drips down Bulma's chin with broad
sweeps of his tongue. Even though they had already finished, even after all the
things I've seen today, only that makes my face burn. I swallow audibly again,
and my head spins as I watch him slurp up his own seed. A strange little tremble
races up my spine and I lick my lips.

Bulma, now cleaned off, just smiles warmly at him while she leans to untie
him. He tests, and bends, and stretches his now free arms and legs. Bulma throws
on a robe and gathers the goodies to put them back in the kitchen. She walks out
of the room and Bejiita sits up and pushes the blindfold out of the way of one
eye and watches her leave. Smirking. As always.

"Enjoy the show?"

My red face and erection are answer enough. I thumb the fraying, velvet rope
left on the rumpled bed as he removes the blindfold completely. "Bejiita..." I
start, speaking for the first time in a while. My throat dry. He looks at me
with the calmness, and confidence of a man who is so thoroughly, and completely
happy with his sex life.

"What?" he says evenly, getting up to stretch. Not even trying to cover his
nudity.

Holding the rope I ask; "What... why do you let her do these things? Why the
rope? I... I mean these can't really hold you..." Clearing my throat I continue.
"And that... vibrator she-"

"Because she likes feeling like she's in control..."

I just blink at him.

And besides... I like that vibrator..." He smirks then, saying nothing more.

"Hmmm."

Minutes pass when I realize I've been gone a bit longer than I should have.

"Shouldn't you be getting home to your wife?"

I suppose so...
[ ..... ]

My mind is a whirl of thoughts as I fly home.

In many of their trysts, Bulma seems to be dominant or the aggressor. Anyone
who'd only caught a glimpse or a snapshot might only see a man tied and
blindfolded while a woman forces a foreign object into one of his orifices. As
if Bejiita were at her "mercy." But I learned today that any control Bulma
thinks she may have over him is only granted because Bejiita allows it. All her
spanking, or hot wax couldn't sting him. All the vibrators in the world, on any
setting, couldn't penetrate him. Unless he let them. In order for any of what
Bulma does to him to be affective, or arousing, he must substantially
lower his ki.

So he merely gives Bulma the illusion of dominance.

In reality, Bejiita decides everything. How much to let the wax or whip
sting his smooth skin. How far to let their steamy, perverted games go. How and
when he will reach orgasm. Everything. Like exactly how much I'll enjoy
watching. How much of what I see will affect me. Even down to when the scene
before me will be intense enough to make me release right in my pants. Without
participating. Without ever having been touched. I think that is the reason he
suggested I stay that day and witness what they do. Yes. It was his idea,
not Bulma's. He gets off on the control, and the idea that no one realizes he
even has it until it's too late.

I suppose I could see the whole situation as me having stumbled onto their
little secret. I could try to throw the so called balance of power and threaten
to tell people about what goes on here. Tell people exactly how Bejiita "likes
it." Or what a freak the princess of Capsule Corp is with her alien boyfriend.
Maybe I'd even demand they let me participate. But I couldn't do that.

Look but never touch. Married man.

Of all the spanking, and bondage, and nipple clamps, that's probably the
most painful, overwhelming bit of sexual torture that goes on during their
trysts. "Making" me watch, while they and my conscience forbid me from ever
joining in. Never letting me taste their pleasure

Not even once.

And what's more, they know I could easily tell someone. Expose them
for what they are. But I won't. Because in baring their secret, I'd also bare
mine. If anything it makes me worse than they. Like the people who complain how
pathetic a man who sat at a bar all night drinking and crying was, while they
sat there all night watching him do it. Bejiita had his blindfold and ropes, but
what really binds me is my own obsession with watching them. Or perhaps it's
just them all this time that fascinated me, not the sexy things they do to each
other.

Either way, it's our little secret, and I am bound to keep it.
[ ..... ]

With the addition of my new past time, what I used to call normal life is
anything but. I'm amazed at how difficult... or at least unique the whole
situation has made my life. For one, I had not foreseen how difficult sparring
with Bejiita would be in the following weeks.

Bejiita pants and growls as he repeatedly rams a fist into my stomach. I
deliver a well timed kick to his unprotected side. "GNnn!...Uh!!" He lets out
that guttural yell I am all too familiar with. I instantly felt several degrees
warmer when I realize how similar his sounds of pain were to those of pleasure.
That strange, throaty way he gasps, and hollers. The way he grits his teeth
against both pain and pleasure. He careens towards the ground. After skidding to
a halt, he kneels down with one arm supporting him, the other over where I
kicked him. Dust clears as he pants harshly. His sweat dripping down over his
nose and heaving chest as he struggles to catch his breath. Normally I would
give him time to recover before continuing.

But I feel oddly compelled not to.

I run and kicked him back into the air, and listen for the resulting screech
of shock and pain. I pummel him with my fists and legs, only to be interrupted
every now and then by a swift jab to my jaw. We continue like this for a while.
I lose myself in the violent abandon.

When I next become aware, I have him pinned to the ground. He snarls, but
partially smiles at me. Blood dripping through his teeth, and down the side of
his chin.

"So you're finally taking me seriously..."

Crimson from my forehead drips down my face and splatters on his neck and
chest. It pools and runs around the contours of his muscles to the ground below.
At that precise moment an image of his seed and the way he came on himself, or
on Bulma's back when he released a particularly heavy load comes to mind. The
way the milky substance would turn translucent when warmed by body heat and run
across her curvy back, or along his throbbing shaft. I stare down at him and
watch him bleed, watch his skin sweat. Watch his throat work as he breathes.
Watch his tired muscles bunch, and quiver, and strain to lift his body while I
pin it down with my own. Scenes of what he had done, and what he allowed to be
done to him replays itself behind my eyes at a most inappropriate time.

"-- re heavy! Get off." I finally hear him say. His tone annoyed. He's
probably noticed my erection. Long before I did. He notices that this spar is
not typical. Nor is my reddened face. Though somehow he doesn't realize
his poor choice of words.

Yes I'd learned much these past few weeks.

"Get OFF me..." looking less amused and more angry now. He would not say it
again, and I would not wait around to see where this was going.

I blink, as if coming out of a trance and leap off of him as if he burned.
Which he does. He looks at me knowingly while adjusting what was left of his
blue training outfit. I try so hard not to notice the way the setting sun gleams
off the beads of sweat on his alabaster skin, or his skin's lack of proper
covering. Hmm. I'm not used to seeing him in the daylight anymore. He's not as
tanned as the dark of Bulma's room would lead you to believe. It's also only
after I've seen him naked that I realize how tight and revealing his clothing
really is. He turns to face me.

Much too tight.

"Go cool off..." he says, in a low rumble of a voice. Speaking volumes with
only 3 words before he turns away and flies home.

I look at the tent in my pants and then at the nearby lake. "Yea..."

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