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Pure Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil

Summary: Kakarott puts Vegeta in his place � and Vegeta
likes it. Chapter 3: Vegeta puts on a private show for Kakarott.

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta

Warnings:NC-17, lemon, yaoi, BDSM, pole dancing, people who
think too much during sex, Saiyan culture theories. Possible OOC.

Disclaimer: Don�t own, don�t sell, don�t ask, don�t tell.

Chapter 3 (The Pole Dance)

�� At last I have
everything prepared. Of course Kakarott knows something is up as soon as he
comes home. �Vegeta! Why is there a pole in our living room?�

�� I smirk and hand
him a beer. �It�s for my surprise. Take a seat and I�ll set up the rest of it.�
I slink into the kitchen to finish my preparations.

�� This had better
be good,� Kakarott growls after me, but he does as I ask. I quickly change
clothes, then click the remote control to dim the lights and start the music. A
base note rumbles through the house, starting slowly, but it quickly builds
into a thundering beat. I wait for the right moment and strut onto my stage.
Kakarott�s eyes lock onto my body and I know I�ve chosen the right outfit: a
parody of my blue-and-white battle dress, leather pants, silk shirt, silver
mesh belt. White leather cuffs and collar. And, gods help me, the shoes, high
heeled sandals with broad white leather straps that run halfway up my calf.
They look like a cross between Roman Legion and bondage. I can tell Kakarott
likes them because he�s purring at them.

�� I shoot him a
smoldering glance and walk up to the pole. Wrap both hands around it and slowly
slide them up. Then I press my belly against it, down � then up again; when my
hands are as high as I can reach, I turn around and rub my back on the pole,
side to side, my hands holding it above my head. My eyes are half-closed and
unfocused, both to look like I�m lost in the music, and because I�m
concentrating on the steps of my dance through an increasing haze of lust. This
routine looks spontaneous but every action is calculated for maximum effect,
and I can see it�s working. From the look on Kakarott�s face, the only reason
I�m not under him on the floor is that he knows there�s more to come. I smirk
in my mind; time for the next phase.

�� I turn to face
the pole again, this time wrapping my body around it like a giant cat. Under
cover of this action I undo the latches on my cuffs and then slide them off my
hands, tossing them into the shadows with a flick. Then as I bend over with the
pole sliding against my ass, I push the straps of my shoes down and kick them
away. Good riddance. Now that my feet are free I wrap them around the pole as
well, grinding myself into it as if I can�t get enough of it. I wish it were
Kakarott I was doing this to, but he�d never stand still long enough to let me!

�� My back is to
the pole again and I writhe against it, then start opening my shirt, one button
at a time. I need all my self-control to keep from simply tearing it off. I
don�t need to fake my relief as the shirt hits the ground; I run my hands over
my chest, my abs and then my hips. The belt is next to go. Now I drape myself
shamelessly on the pole, licking it, every millimeter of skin craving
stimulation. I force myself to maintain my slow pace. Eventually, as one of my
hands strokes the pole, the other reaches the fly of my pants and opens it. A
low growl greets the action but I don�t dare look at Kakarott � I�m too close
to the edge myself.

�� Slowly rotating
my hips, I slide the pants down. I took forever to practice this move and it
pays off; although I�m working one-handed, the pants descend smoothly, inch by
inch. To the floor, and then kicked aside. All I�m wearing now is the white
collar and a pair of black briefs. Almost done; I�m covered in sweat, gasping,
trembling, I can�t hold myself together much longer. I circle the pole one last
time and step away from it.

�� I don�t play
around now, I grab the waistband of the briefs in both hands. I throw back my
head and with a silent roar I tear the garment off my body, at last exposing my
aching flesh. I lay my hands on my thighs and slowly run them up, sinking to
the floor at the same time. My knees hit the ground spread wide apart, and my
fingers continue up my torso, crossing over my chest. They reach my neck;
caress my throat, as Kakarott likes to do, then join each other at the back,
digging into my hair. I bend back until my shoulders are resting on the floor;
a moment later the music thunders to a stop. Perfect timing.

�� Kakarott is on
me in seconds. He doesn�t even bother to take off his clothes, he just frees
his cock from his pants before sinking into me. He takes me hard, as I
intended; I am already prepared and slick. I move into his thrusts as best I
can in this position. His motion slams me into the floor with each stroke, and
soon his bellow echoes through the house. I�m right behind him with my usual
silent climax.

�� He lies on top
of me for a long moment. This is one of the things I like best: the feeling of
his weight, the heat of his body. Even though in this case it�s putting a cramp
in my legs, which are still doubled under me.

�� Well, Kakarott,
would you say that was pure evil?�

�� Definitely.�
His teeth graze my throat. �I like the collar.�

�� I untangle my
hands to scratch him behind the ears. �I thought so.�

***

The end � for now. Mwahahahaha.

Vegeta: Leave the evil to me, woman, I�m better at it.

Kakarott: You�re not evil unless I say so.

Vegeta: yes, sir. ::smirk::
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