Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil

By Sefiru

Summary: Kakarott and Vegeta travel to New Namek to wish on
the Dragonballs. But someone else is after the Dragonballs too. Sex! Violence!
Bread machines!

This chapter: Pure Evil Lemon! Kakarott makes Vegeta beg.

pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, violence, language, oral, anal … and of course,
pure evil.

disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long live the King!

Chapter 3

     I test the
chains on my arms; they’re light but solid, and as long as I keep my ki down,
they should hold. Kakarott crouches over me and stares into my eyes. We both
know he can make me beg just by sitting back and looking at me until I can’t
wait any longer, but that’s not what he has in mind today.

    He bends down and
kisses me. Lightly at first, our lips barely touching. Then harder; he takes my
lower lip between his and sucks on it. He runs his tongue over my mouth and I
open to him; he presses his tongue into me. As he traces the inside of my lips
I feel and hear him purr; I reach out with my own tongue to taste his mouth. He
is all musk and pepper and heat. His tongue laps over my teeth, coaxes them
open and plunges deeper into me. When he finds the sensitive spot behind my
front teeth, I make a sound – a tiny sound, a bare whisper of a groan. He
chuckles without breaking the kiss and continues to map out my mouth. With
every sweet spot he touches, my noises get louder.

     He draws back,
but I don’t get a chance to protest his absence before his fingers are behind
my ears. They rub and stroke expertly; Kakarott knows just how to make me melt
into a boneless puddle. Once my whole body is warm and tingling under him, his
hands move down to massage my neck and scalp. His fingers dig into my hairline
and his thumbs press lightly on my throat. My back arches involuntarily and my
tail lashes up against him; he traps it under his knee as he grins at me. He
strokes both thumbs along my throat and a long moan rolls out of me. It’s the
same reaction I get when he throws me while sparring: the feeling of his
strength over me, the proof of his dominion.

     His hands drop
lower, to my shoulders, and stroke the large upper muscle along its edge. Suddenly
one of his fingers leaves a blazing trail in its wake. I gasp and tense; open
my eyes to see Kakarott looking at me with an enraptured stare, as if the pain
has unlocked some hidden beauty from within me. According to Kakarott it has –
with his mesmerized expression at times like this, I believe him. He trails his
hands across my chest, back and forth, over and over, dozens of strokes. Every
so often one of his fingers brings that searing pain. It must be a ki
technique, and it’s totally random; I have no way of telling what each contact
will bring. I don’t care. I press into all of them, pleasure and pain. I moan
and scream. He sucks on my nipples and I get closer to the edge, but he holds
me in this in-between world for as long as he chooses.

     He touches every
inch of me – along my arms, where he licks my fingertips; over my stomach and
down my legs, finding places I didn’t even know were sensitive, always with
those burning touches mixed in. If they leave marks, I must be covered in them
by now. He spends an eternity massaging my feet; he strokes the insides of my
arches, both sides of my heel tendons, the skin between my toes. Then he
abruptly pulls away.

     His hand wraps
around my shaft. With the burning touch – milder than the others, so that the
pain and pleasure are perfectly balanced. His action sends me into some unthinking
realm of sensation; my head falls back and my moans turn into an incoherent
stream of noise. He pumps me with his fist but it’s not enough, not nearly
enough to bring me off. His other hand closes on my sac to torment it
similarly. Still not enough. From somewhere inside me words start to flow out:
“Kakarott … please … more … fuck me … please, Kakarott …”

      He doesn’t
wait. Without taking his hand from my shaft he plunges into me, with a growl
that tells me just how much he’s been holding back. He thrusts hard; normally I
wouldn’t last long before my climax, but the pain draws me out, taking me to a
peak that I hadn’t thought possible. I wail under his dual assault until at
long last – a sudden eternity, an endless moment – I fall over the edge.

 style="mso-spacerun: yes">    My throat seizes up and cuts off my voice.
Without noticing I tear through the leather shackles as my limbs thrash, and my
seed spills out of me to strike Kakarott in the chest. He thrusts once more, as
deep as he can, and pours his seed into me with an earsplitting roar. This
ship’s soundproofing had better be good or Gohan will end up scarred for life.
Kakarott settles on top of me with a sigh; I am too drained to move. He takes
one of my wrists and licks the mark that the shackle made on it.

     “I told you I
could make you beg.”

     “Did I ever
doubt you?” My reply is weak and drowsy. I swear, one of these days he’s going
to make me pass out from sex. He tucks my hand under my head and turns his
attention to my other wrist.

     “Vegeta. How
would you like to feel my domination for the entire trip?”

     “What did you
have in mind?” There are already several rules that I live under; some are
things he demands of me, others are my gifts to him, like the rule that I must
not climax without his touch. Most of these rules apply to when we have sex,
though; I get the feeling he means something broader in this case.

     “While we are on
this ship you will not sit on any chair; you will stand or kneel. When you are
not doing a task, you will keep your hands clasped behind you …” Simple rules,
and ones that will control every aspect of my behavior on this trip. They fall
on my ears like a lullaby; by the time he finishes with, “and you will not
touch your tail without my permission,” I am purring. He smiles and turns us on
our sides. “We’ll talk about it when we wake up.” He pulls me close to his
chest and I drift off to sleep with him still inside me.

***

Kakarott: just how many eyebolts did you hide in our cabin?

Vegeta: we have two weeks to find all of them ::wink::

Kakarott: and where did you get that idea from?

Vegeta: the back of the package said they were easy to screw in …

Next chapter (coming soon): The Saiyans land on New Namek
and encounter some henchmen and –women. Fight scene!