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Spark of light in the abyss	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

            The elevator rattled and shook under the two occupants play; Vegeta was pressed up hard against the siding, his legs wrapped around Piccolo’s hips as his hazy mind focused in and out. Piccolo was demanding answers from him, the whys filled his thoughts; Piccolo’s questions were useless, how could he answer them when all he thought about was Piccolo’s thick manhood throbbing against his own. He tilted his back exposing his throat and grounded out a low long moan; enticing Piccolo to continue on and shut up. He rocked his hips up and down on the growling demon; still the demon continued to bark out the question why he had done what he had. Vegeta knew he was pushing the boundaries farther then he should have, but in all honesty he didn’t care. He felt numb, warm, and excited; down right kittenish. He kept expelling little chuckles as he licked his top lip, and ran his hands down the expanse of Piccolo’s shoulder. He groaned out in frustration when he saw the determination in Piccolo’s eyes demanding an answer. He growled slightly and sneered at Piccolo’s lack of participation in the foreplay. “Dammit Piccolo I don’t know why I did it!” Vegeta huffed when Piccolo moved away from him letting him drop, his butt smacked against the floor. He sighed as he looked up at the angered eyes of Piccolo. “I don’t know what got into me, I can explain it.” Vegeta sat up on his knees and gave Piccolo a sly smile. “But I know for certain master.” He ran his hand down to his crotch and cupped his erection. “I want and need you master. It has been far too long.”

            Piccolo grunted; it was hard for him to deny his little lord when he placed himself in such a submissive state but his rage got the best of him. How dare ‘his’ lord grind himself on Goku. Piccolo gripped the back of Vegeta’s hair and hauled him to his feet pushing him through the opened elevator doors. “Go to your room Vegeta.” Piccolo sneered. “I do not wish to lay eyes on you.” With one final push of a button Piccolo grunted baring his teeth at the very confused and frustrated drugged lord.

            Vegeta nearly shouted out his rage, crossing his arms he grumbled instead making his way back to his room; swaying from side to side from the poisons in his system.

            Goku stretched cracking his knuckles, he breathe in a gulp of fresh air feeling slightly unbalanced from the drinks he partook in. He declined the German’s offer for a ride home, instead taking the public transportation so he could sober up. Soon everything he worked for will come, now he was being accepted into the big leagues of crime bosses, the boss of all bosses finally took an interest in him; much sooner then he thought, which was a big bonus for him. He looked over his fellow passengers seeing just simple everyday civilians making their way back from work, or visiting family. None looked like they belonged in the ghetto lifestyle. It was something he missed, the normality of life going through motions day in day out. He seen far too much running with the hoods; run down homes, street battles, whores, and drug abusers. One day he will enter back into the lifestyle he wished for, he couldn’t help but to wonder if he would be able to go back to that after the things he had done and seen.

            He leaned back into the seat feeling the alcohol course through his system, he wasn’t a drinker, never was. He couldn’t count how many beers or shots he consumed but he knew one thing for certain, when the morning came it would be down right awful. As he thought about the nights pass activities one thing stood out the most in his mind; the mysterious and allusive lord. He had so many questions to ask and the only one who could give him the answers was the lord himself. From what he could tell the lord was not very active amongst them from the information he gained already; it didn’t seem he played any part in the master’s plans or shipments. As for the relationship between the two seemed unwarranted; the lord didn’t enjoy the master’s company. Maybe the master was holding something over the lord’s head keeping him there unwillingly?

            Of course these were only theories; no-one really spoke of the lord, in truth they knew next to nothing of the man. But there was something about the lord that he couldn’t place, there was an odd feeling he couldn’t explain. When the lord straddled him, it was his voice that made something switched on inside him. When he felt the deep raspy course through him, the hot breath on his ear, and the feel of his body sliding against him; he knew him. It was familiar to him, considering he was never comfortable when any person came too close to him; with the lord it felt natural, like the lord was there before, he belonged there… with him. Goku looked out to the window; a feeling of unexplainable emptiness filled him; much like being a child and loosing a favorite toy.

            Vegeta growled, the narcotics in his system clouding all judgment. He was furious with Piccolo for declining the sexual gratification that they both desired. He was going to take a shower and take care of his problem, but his blood ran too hot and the fact alone that it was Piccolo who denied him! Him of all people being denied, after all the troubles the ‘master’ went through to get him; he denied him. It irked him. Thus he stood now tapping his foot against the metal flooring of the elevator wearing nothing but a robe tied tightly to his waist. It didn’t take a scientist to know where Piccolo has gone, just a simple educated guess, the harem boys.

            As the door swooshed open he stomped his way forward hearing the feminine giggles of the disgusting whores; it raised his anger. He refused to be denied he was hot, heavy, and pissed; he will get what he wanted. When he made it to the door he literally kicked it in and stormed through fist clenched, and teeth bared. He almost smirked when the brothers stood shell shocked with fear dripping from their eyes. They didn’t move an inch as he came closer, nearly nose to nose with the duo.

            Vegeta glared at Piccolo seeing a playful smirk reclining against the pillows. Vegeta scoffed and turned his attention back to the boys with a growl he snatched handfuls of their bleach blond hair pulling them closer to him. With a sneer he nearly shouted in their faces. “Get the fuck out now!”

Little squeaks and whimpers came from their throats as they nearly lost control over their bladders from sheer fright. Never before had they ever seen such rage portrayed in the lord’s eyes. Not risking their lives they did exactly as the lord demanded once they were released. They quickly grasped each others wrist and bolted.

“Shut the fucking door!” Vegeta shouted, keeping his head lock forward on Piccolo.

Piccolo raised a brow wondering how this was going to play out. “Now why would you do that Vegeta? I think Lander and Zander are never coming back after that.”

Vegeta made a quick ‘tsk’ noise and crossed his arms. “I don’t care if those disgusting creatures never return.”

“Why are you here Vegeta?” Piccolo pushed himself forward still sitting on his cushions.

Vegeta started to walk around the room. “You know dam well why I’m here.”

“No I do not, thus why I asked you lord.” Piccolo grinned.

“You started something you didn’t finish.” Vegeta stopped and tilted his head back and turned it to give Piccolo a sideway glance. “And I think it was very… rude of you.”

“Oh really?”

Vegeta growled and turned. “Yes really! You run off to you’re fucking whores instead of me!”

Piccolo shook his head smirk in place. Seeing his lord angry and hot was quite interesting. Maybe he put too much narcotics in his drink? “What else am I suppose to do? You angered me by pretending to be a wanton slut when you draped yourself over Goku. Was I supposed to be turned on by such a disgusting act?”

“Disgusting act?! What do you call you’re sick pleasures? Laying with twin brothers that fuck each other! Vile!” Vegeta growled.

Piccolo leaned back into the pillows chuckling. “You need to loosen up Vegeta, you came here to get fucked and not argue had you not?” Piccolo grinned when Vegeta scoffed. “You know the choice is yours really. Walk out or come here.”

Vegeta turned facing Piccolo with a scowl. “You know what I gained my sanity, I’m leaving. I’ll call your whores back.” Vegeta turned walking back to the doors. “I’ll find my pleasures else where, since you have them. I think it only fair for me to have my own.”

Before Vegeta could even blink he was pinned to the floor by the green demon, not the monster in the guise of a human. He growled and trashed trying to knocked the weight off of him.

Piccolo growled deep taking a strong hold of Vegeta’s hair and yanking him back, making Vegeta arch like a cat. He spoke low and slow punctuating every word. “You will do no such thing.” When Vegeta went to speak Piccolo growled louder shaking Vegeta’s head violently by his hair. “Shut up! Do not speak unless I ask a question!” To emphasize his words he slammed Vegeta’s head against the concrete flooring. He knew it wouldn’t hurt him, it was just to finalize his statement. “You will only come to me! You belong to me. Your body is mine to state my lust upon no other shall ever touch you! Consider what happen earlier just a one time thing. The next time you pull a stunt like that I’ll put a collar and chain on you, just like Frezia had. Do you want that?!”

Vegeta shook his head with minimum movements, it wasn’t enough for Piccolo. He shook his head again and asked the question again. Vegeta gasped and shouted. “No!” The idea of placing on a collar again truly scared him, to be placed in visible bondage once again and feel the cruel cold metal of memories. No he didn’t want that, never again.

Piccolo pulled away keeping a firm grip on Vegeta’s hair, with his free hand he pulled up the bottom of the robe exposing Vegeta’s bottom to his greedy eyes. He pawed at the smooth skin, periodically spreading the cheek getting small glances at Vegeta’s entrance. “You still want it don’t you?”

Vegeta groaned low lifting his hips as a form of an answer. He let out a short yelp when the strong heavy hand of the demon slapped his cheek in bittersweet punishment with his power. “Yes, I still want it.”

“How badly do you want it Vegeta? Tell me.” Piccolo soothed the cheek with his charged hand. His charged hand gave off a green glow making the cheek glow along with his hand.

“Master, I want it, I want it now. Fuck me master, fuck me hard.” Vegeta choked out.

Piccolo chuckled lifting his hand away from Vegeta’s bottom; he spat a generous amount of spit in his hand and slicked his pulsing cock.

Zander perked when he heard a shout from the lord. “Wow, master must be doing him really hard Lander.”

“I know Zander, the walls are soundproof…” Lander slowly crept closer to the door; gaining courage he placed his ear to the door to listen in.

“I wonder how they are doing it?” Zander pouted.

“I don’t know but it sounds like the lord is having a hell of a time in there. Wish that was me.” Lander giggled.

“Well I’m sure we could think of something Lander.” Zander posed and winked at his brother once he gained his attention away from the door and the occupants inside.

Lander blushed and giggled. “I’m sure we can.” He winked and licked his lips moving towards his brother.

Vegeta panted trying to gain control over his body and the euphoria that threaten to consume him. Each hard thrust forward took what ever control he gained letting it slip from his foggy mind. Piccolo was relentless with him giving him no time to recover, no time to get one word from his mouth. Instead all he could do was scrap at the floor trying to latch on to anything, his weight on his upper back and shoulders as his hips were lifted high by Piccolo holding the insides of his knees and pushed to his chest. Piccolo was deep in him deeper then he ever was, and he took every thick inch with enthusiasm.

Piccolo groaned as he kept plunging himself deep inside with quick precision, keeping his aim on Vegeta’s prostate. He was downright assaulting Vegeta’s little tight entrance, the heat was keeping him prisoner, the slickness made the movement much easier. The fire burning high from the friction they created. For a spilt moment he wondered why he had waited so long to take his lord, he felt amazing. The boys were a far cry off from the feel of Vegeta’s insides squeezing rhythmically, milking his cock tightly and so lovingly. He could feel the little bump inside Vegeta twitch under the onslaught of his cock making him groan all the louder.

Vegeta heaved in air, his sac taking a pounding along with his ass, Piccolo’s pelvis kept squeezing them with every thrust forward only adding to his painful ecstasy. Vegeta arched as much as he could trying to take Piccolo in further, if it all possible. His toes scrunched up and flexed out feeling the heated air wisp through them, his nails nearly digging in the floor, sweat pooled around his collarbone. A small whimper came from him when Piccolo shoved himself in hard holding his sac in a vise between the striving bodies. His knee kept grazing his perked nipples with every pound forward. He was lost in a sea of blacken lust, and this was where he would always be. A castaway floating in the raging storm in this blacken sea.

Piccolo felt his orgasm coming in a rush, with fast, hard, and jerky movements he came hard spilling himself deep inside his lord. From the coroner of his eyes he watched as Vegeta’s untouched cock pulse and throb; and like a volcano erupted. Spurts of white cum flew from the red tip, spilling down the shaft to pool on the base and tight abs.

Goku looked around making sure no-one was around the area before he stepped of the bus on wobbly legs. He said his goodbyes to the driver as he shut the door and continued his route. Goku looked up at the building training his eye on his apartment window. He couldn’t wait to go to bed. As he turned he stepped back quickly, instead of the little plaza of shops and apartments he was in a jungle, and a deep voice whispered in his ear. Kakarot. Goku shook his head quickly expelling the image away. He stepped back and leaned against the rail of the stairs. He palmed his face. “It’s happening again…”

Ah here it all begins, questions question questions. Heheheh. Yes for the ones disappointed about this lemon with p/v well I think I raised the bar too high in the first one and to top and top each scene is well down right hard people!!! So smile, drool and downright accept it dammit! Muahah

I think im more excited then you guys right now, why? Well because your excited and liking the fic! *Waves hands frantically* Yay! *Does Mario’s super jump* Thank you all for the reviews I enjoy them soo much and it just pushes me to work harder. And well simply put I love them.

This fic will not be as long as life is ironic. God that one was a monster and I finished it under a year*High fives myself*
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