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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

By Sefiru

Pairing: K/V

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal,
BDSM, kink, evil

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott.

Katonie: I like to start my
stories kind of slow.

kit-kit: and we all know what that one track is. ^^

Zofo: yep, comeuppance and wet Saiyans,
a great combo.

Macha: please don�t wibble!
Raditz and Vegeta do make a good team though.

Admiral ShadowWolf: sorry I made you wait :P

Chibi_Dilandau: Raditz�s chibies are so much fun to write �

Bikki: welcome back! I made lemonade ^^(BTW nice picture)

This chapter is late because my modem was struck by
lightning.

In this chapter: Lightning Lemon.

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Chapter 3: Lemon in the Rain

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We appear not far
from the castle on a grassy riverbank; the rain drenches me at once. Kakarott
sets me down so that he can take off his sodden vest and toss it into a tree.
The rain makes his skin gleam � I lean in to lick the water from his chest, but
he holds me back. �We have some tidying up to do before we get started,
Vegeta.�

I remember the
local inhabitants. �So you want me to mud-wrestle a sabercroc?�

�Yeah. We�ll each do one.� Kakarott � in
the mud � with a four-ton predator. My pants feel tight. I can�t take
the train of thought further because the predators are here, bursting out of
the river towards the snacks that have wandered into their territory. I ascend
to level one through an unaccustomed stab of terror.

Few things can
scare an adult Saiyan, but sabercrocs
are one of them. A pinecone-scaled body the size of a bus, stocky hind legs to
propel lightning charges, jaws lined with teeth as big as my hand. I punch one
in the nose and knock it on its tail. Undeterred, the sabercroc
digs its claws into the bank and lunges at me. I leap to the side and strike it
in the ribs. It whips its head around to bite; I jump over its body, heart
pounding in my chest.

Meanwhile,
Kakarott is in a deadly dance with the second croc. He grapples one of its
limbs for leverage and kicks it in the stomach. The croc bellows and tries to
bite, but he�s inside its reach; he strikes it under the jaw. Lightning crashes down nearby, outlining his muscles in silver
light. I�m momentarily distracted and feel croc teeth graze through my
hair. I dodge and spin-kick the side of its face. At the same time Kakarott
picks up his sabercroc and slams it bodily to the
ground.

After several
minutes of this the sabercrocs have had enough and
flee back into the river. I immediately pounce on Kakarott: �Get these clothes
off me.�

�With pleasure.� He tosses my armor aside first, then the
boots and gauntlets. He locks his lips on mine as he peels off my body suit; I
gasp as the raindrops hit my skin directly. I�m left with nothing on but my
collar. He grinds his still-covered bulge against my groin; I growl and claw at
his waistband, but he presses me down against the grass. �Wait and watch,
Vegeta.� He stands up with his back to me, rainwater sluicing over his bare
shoulders. He unbuttons the back of the waistband over the tail and slowly
slides his pants off, then straightens and flexes his muscles. My eyes follow
every line, from the hollow at the nape of his neck, to the pair of dimples
above his tail, to the arc of calves and ankles that cry out to be nibbled on.

He turns around
to give me the front view; I stop bothering with rational thought. A purr curls
up from my belly and I stretch out on the grass, inviting him in turn. Another
lightning bolt silhouettes him against the sky. I blink and suddenly he�s on
top of me, his bulk sheltering me from the rain. He leans down and licks water
from my face; the heat of his tongue sears through the rain�s chill. I reach
out for him with hands, feet, tail; for once he
doesn�t pin me down, so I grasp him with all my limbs, never to let him go.

His tongue lands
on the hollow of my throat and all of my joints go rubbery. It�s slow. Tender.
An absolute torture because it�s nowhere near enough. I can�t threaten; as I am
now, I can�t stand against him. I can�t bargain, since there is nothing I have
that Kakarott doesn�t already own. And I certainly can�t endure this. I�m left
with only one option: �Kakarott � � He nibbles my collarbone
and makes me lose my train of thought. �Kakarott, please � �

He chuckles, and
bites my shoulder. Lightning strikes, inside and out. No
one else has ever heard me beg, but Kakarott can crack me open in seconds. And
the rewards for doing so are irresistible.

He lifts himself up and shifts so that his
chest is over my face. �Lick, Vegeta.� I grin, and push up with my elbows so
that I can reach him. Then I run my tongue over his skin, gathering water
flavored with his own unique spice. He purrs. I find one of his nipples, which
I know are sensitive, and nip at it before moving on. He is delicious; his
scent and flavor fill my mind, washing all other concerns away. My body throbs
and shudders. How will he take me? As I lie, or will he turn me over so he can
press me into the grass? I don�t care which it is, as long as I can feel him inside
me soon.

He flips me
over; my moan of anticipation turns into a whine when all he does is nip at my
shoulders. Damnit, I want him in me � his tail wraps
tight around my own, pumping gently up and down. I want � His hand slides through my hair to tilt my head back while
he sucks on my earlobe. I � Firm
hands stroke my buttocks, and I lean into them with a
groan.

Only now, when
I�ve forgotten anything beyond his touch, does Kakarott spread my thighs open.
Instinct pulls my tail up over my back; he does his IT-lube trick, and slides
into me.

I cry out in
purest ecstasy. Vast shudders wrack my body, spiraling out from the burning
flesh that pierces me. I can�t think, I can barely move; he draws back for a
languid thrust and I arch my back against him. Kakarott has brought me to this
place of perfect surrender and perfect security. I am dependent on his
strength, and Kakarott�s strength is unrivalled in the universe. Every thrust
brings a fresh jolt of mind-numbing pleasure and a growl from behind me. I know
Kakarott is turned on by this, when I�m beyond even begging for more.

He seems to
swell inside me; he throws his head back and roars as the fountain of his seed
pours into me. This gift is too much, and I explode as well, my throat closing
around my voice.

In the
aftermath, my body is relaxed and warm; Kakarott slides out of me with a sigh,
and we curl up on our sides in the grass. I�m on the verge of sleep. Reality
returns with the falling raindrops, but thoughts of
agents and conspiracies seem far away from this moment. I tuck myself deeper
against Kakarott�s side and drift off to the sound of rain.

***

Kakarott: Mmm, mud-wrestling.

Vegeta: next time let�s use pudding.

Next chapter (weather permitting): dastardly schemes and the
Saiyans who discover them.
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