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Escort~ Ca la vie*	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

          They laid beside me, sighing the contentment of their sexual gratification that I had provided. I couldn’t help but to join in, my body humming with the blissful ache of my throbbing bottom. What a night, what an experience, all the even better when there were other things I must accomplish on this night. Again, I always liked new experiences, fucking and killing was all the more thrilling; Animalistic and Saiyan. I licked my canine, feeling the sharp edge tickle my probing tongue in warning, I couldn’t wait. I was like a little boy waiting for my birthday presents, so close and yet so far.

            Brolly gave me the opening I was waiting and counting on. He moved himself from my luxurious bedding, leaving my side in favour of cleanliness, separating himself from Kakarot; leaving him in my tender care. The moment the man was out of my sight I climbed upon Kakarot, straddling his hips, covering him with my body, laving his chin and lips with my tongue, entrapping him in a haze of lazy care. With the stealth of a trained assassin, reaching out above the headboard to slip the hidden blade from its holder; you never know when such things will be needed, and I was always one to be prepared for anything; must be the natural born stagiest in me.

            My tongue coiled with Kakarot’s, licking and moaning deep in my throat, making sure to drown any other sounds out, keeping his full concentration on my special treatments. The blade caught my eye, such a beautiful and deadly weapon. All may fall under her teeth no matter the level of power they hold, unguarded to her attentions, they would bleed out. I couldn’t help but to smirk at my own poetic thoughts. I slid the blade between our throats in sly movements, and forced my mouth harder against his, dominating his lips, I felt him gasp beneath me, felt his sex harden against my buttocks, excited, needy.

            As tempting it was to go another round, I knew my body would not have the strength or mind power to process killing these men. With a light whine of disappointment, I made my final decision. I cut clear across his throat, felt the blades movement over his Adams apple, and my heart raced with sheer exhilaration, my cock throbbed and harden, I nearly got off on the idea; this was revenge, for my master, my love.

            Kakarot bucked hard, sending me flaying across my bed, quickly I scrambled upwards to see my work in action. A predominate growl erupted from me, echoing off the walls, I was furious to see I was mistaken. The incision I made on Kakarot was not fatal, I couldn’t smell the thick hidden blood that still pumped in his artery; just a fucking flesh wound. I just had to fix that, now didn’t I?

            I leaped onto him like a giant feline predator pouncing upon its prey. My nails ready to dig and claw, my eyes flashing promises of death, as my teeth snapped at the thin air around us. He yelped and screamed for Brolly, the fool must of forgotten that he could just power up. I landed on top of his chest, my fingers doing its best to implant themselves into his throat and tear him asunder. The closest I got to that was wrapping my hands around his neck, I could see him gap and flounder like a fish out of water, and I leered with unrestrained delight at his last moments. At the moment I swear was going to be his last, I was flying. Sailing across the room, it was as if time itself slowed for me, and I watched my victim cough and gasp for air, all the while watching me.

            Hitting the wall wasn’t a pleasant feeling, especially when you have to ki to create a barrier around you. My head took a mighty blow, leaving me in a fog. I felt my body jerk forward, my head bouncing off the flooring as my body fell from under me, I realized then I was being pulled by my feet, unconscientiously I could hear the larger male shout to me or to Kakarot, not very sure on that matter.

            I did however felt two large palms overlap my neck, felt the harsh pressure, and the sudden cut off circulation of air. It seems it was my turn to be strangled; I vaguely heard the questions barked above me by the burley man hovering over my dieing body, my mind wandered into peaceful thoughts. Although I failed to exact my revenge upon the men whom took everything away from me, I found solace knowing only a few more chocking breaths I would reunite with my old master; I could picture him now as my eyes blurred and fogged, his brilliant white arms open wide, welcoming me into his strong embrace, his dark lips moved as he called my name, and his bulky tail swayed with joy all the while his red eyes sparkled. I was coming home… The sound of shattering caught my attention, the sounds of shots was my very last second in this realm, then all went black.

~*~*~*~ Green ~*~*~*~

          My eyes are heavy, my body lazy it felt as though I was suspended, and all I could see was green; perhaps I wouldn’t be reunited with my master, maybe my fate was this, was this purgatory? A loud beeping took my full attention, my body grew heavy and the green cloud cleared, sliver, metal… I was in a healing pod. I lifted a hand, flexing to regain blood flow, touching the oxygen mask, confirming that I was indeed in the pod.

            The door opened with a underlying hiss, and I stumbled my way free, ripping the sticky plugs from my chest, tearing away the mask, and coughed whatever fluid lodged within my throat. The scents hit me full force and I knew where I was, I knew this place. Scanning the area I noticed old damage to the wall facing, one I knew very well, a small fist print just above the surgery table, a small Saiyan fist, my fist; Frezia’s ship…

            I hit the floor running, my heart pounded with unrestrained elation, Frezia, he was here; I was home! I didn’t care much about modesty, especially at a time like this. Me and my naked behind dashed and skidded, only two places in mind. The main control room came into my view and before I came close my hand was already out to smack the controls open. My body shook and trembled with my excitement and it seems my feet weren’t as quick as I wish them to be, for it seems like an eternity before my hand made contact with the controls. The automatic door swished open and I dashed in the middle of the filled room, all eyes on me, eyes of strangers, it didn’t matter I only searched out one soul only. “Frezia?!” My voice echoed back to me, and the people just continued to gawk; he wasn’t here, must be in his private rooms. Once again I was off, searching out Frezia, my master.

            I punched in the code in a wild panicked manner, hands tumbled and quivered, and finally I heard the monotone voice welcomed me, opening the door granting me access. I bellowed through like a tornado on a plain, the scent of stale air confused me, dust floated aimlessly through the room, the window where my love would look intently out of for hours was covered in the stuff. This room was aged, and I choked, slipping down to my knees in despair; what hell is this? To remain in the old remnants of a past love, so very close and so terribly far; this is a true punishment for the wicked, if I could ever conceive such cruelty, I’d be the devil himself. I hung my head.

            “Vegeta, ah there you are.” I couldn’t help but frown in confusion as I heard his voice, the voice of a living man. “The men said you were a naked as the day you were born, ranting like a crazed man.” Tornackian smiled so sweetly to me, holding out a blanket to wrap around my bare shoulders, covering me from prying eyes. “You would become ill if you remain so bare… not that I don’t like to see you as such, I just don’t think you need to distract my crew, and give them fantasies.” Tornackian nuzzled the side of my head, and whispered in his deep voice. “I wouldn’t appreciate that, it means I would have more to kill for your favour.”

            “Tornackian, what is going on here? How am I here?” He hushed me, and help me to my feet guiding me forward.

            “Let’s go to my private rooms first, away from curious ears. Then I will explain everything to you.” His large hands held my shoulders tenderly, and I allowed this blue man to direct me.

            He lead me to a room I knew all too well, and I couldn’t help but to smirk, stepping in gave me a sense of nostalgia, yes this was a room I knew very well, and it seems my dear bounty hunter had barley place any personalization in here, keeping it nearly to its original décor. Sitting on the familiar bed, pulling the sheet closer, I watched his movements. He went from drawer to drawer pulling out clothing, then tossing them aside, whispering curses. “Having problems Tornackian?”

            “It seems I do not have much to offer you… clothing that is.” I nearly laughed as he blushed, why am I so calm and simple when he is near, what is this, how can he do this to me. I should be near shattered to know Frezia isn’t here, I should be questioning if I am alive or dead, if this is hell or not! Why is he here?

            “Forget the clothing Tornackian, it isn’t as important.” I pulled away the sheet from my shoulders standing tall; I nearly strutted around the room. “Tell me everything you know.”

            Tornackian grunted, no longer amused, taking on a more sombre position, he pulled a cigarette lighting it, before crossing his arms, inhaling and exhaling he spoke. “Firstly, I have a confession. I’ve been keeping a close eye on you Vegeta, your exploits and… ah hmmm, customers.” He turned away from me, shame written all over his face, his shoulders hunched as he continued. “I didn’t like the look of those two, I didn’t trust em’ and seeing you’re reaction and well actions in the club made me all the more uneasy. I followed you.” His head fell back, as he watched the ceiling, thinking, choosing his next words carefully. “I didn’t watch what happened next… but I heard. I was hanging out on you’re balcony.” He pulled another long draw from his cigarette and sighed; by the gods, it did go deep between us, because as I watch him my heart ached, and the oddest thing occurred, I felt guilty. Me guilty for doing what I’ve made a profession from, me…guilty because I fucked others while this man waited for me, cared enough for me to ensure my safety, putting his pride and reputation down on the line…for me.

            “Once I heard something that wasn’t… bedroom sounds, I acted. Then I saw that beastly bastard above you, and you were so pale, so pale, Vegeta, your mouth opened wide trying to draw a breath, I lost it. I pulled out my blaster, set it to a poison shot.” He turned and smirked devilishly at me, making my blood pump and heart fluttered violently. “I am afraid to inform you they are still alive, but rest assured.” He pulled his blaster, spinning it with his index, mocking shooting with a cocky grin. “They won’t survive love. I got them with two shots of Raccina poison, not even Saiyans could survive, no antidote in sight, and it is such a painful killing bitch, muscles lock, and slowly it is eaten away, then the organs. They will live for another day or so, they have been suffering the effects for over a week now.”

It seems Tornackian was so caught up in his tale he hadn’t realize he called me ‘love’ but it didn’t go unnoticed to me. “Then I got your ass on my ship, threw you in a healing tank, and you been there almost two weeks.”

I smiled, the thought that my revenge would come, and the fools are dying miserably. “And how did you come by owning this ship?”

Tornackian sighed once again. “Vegeta, I know of your history, I know you were once a bed-mate of Frezia. I kind of figured by the way you reacted to the news that they were the men whom did him in.” I flinched and stopping myself from growling; he knew nothing! “And now I know you were not abused by him, you cared for him didn’t you?” I didn’t answer him, but I was sure my expression said everything he needed to know, and I believe he got the message for he just nodded, and moved forward, taking a gentle hold of my wrists in his deadly and yet gentle hands. “I can never be that for you Vegeta, I cannot be Frezia, nor you’re master, but I would like to be something different.” He held my chin up, laying a light kiss to my lips and I cannot deny the electric current that filled me. “I killed them for you and for your revenge; I would kill any for you Vegeta.”

“All I have is one more question Tornackian. Why did you choose this room as yours?” I shuddered as his lips trailed down my throat leaving behind phantom touches.

I could feel his lips tightened and I knew he was smiling. “I feel more at home here, more safe, and I feel as if I belong.” He scraped his blunt teeth over the span of my shoulder making me twitch. “Why do you ask?”

I chuckled, weaving my hands in his dark hair. “This was my old quarters.” I sighed a loose moan when he cupped my bottom and lifted me upwards, smoothly placing my back against the wall as his lips locked on my exposed nipple, sucking me in.

With a pop he pulled away with a smile. “Then I guess it makes sense as to why I chose this room.” Tornackian laid me down on a bed that I once called my own, the sheet smelled thickly of him, igniting my blood. His hands swept the span of my nude body, making chills travel up and down; he was so gentle, so careful, very unlike the hungry starved man I became accustomed to. Each corner of my skin wasn’t neglected, light touches, slow long licks, and short sweet sucks from time to time on random parts of my body had me so close to a bitter sweet end. My shaky hands trailed down his chest, softly coaxing his nipples to harden, he halted me; bringing my hands to his lips he placed a kiss upon my fist. “This is all for you Vegeta.” He swept a hand through my hair, pulling my fists in his one and held it above my head.

I didn’t urge any defiance, I allowed him to do as he pleased; as long as he didn’t decide to torture me with this talents. Time passed and yet he hadn’t touched the parts of me that begged for attention, my cock swept and twitched violently, my entrance flexing over and over again making my prostate swell with anticipation. My eyes leaked small crystalline tears, I was panting and withering for more, my whole body had become a mass of nerves on edge. “Oh gods Tornackian, please, stop teasing me!”

His chuckle I swore I nearly felt it vibrate in my swollen sac, making my still untouched cock jump to attention. “I just want you ensure you’ll never forget this night.” I threw my head back, lifting my hips up and down, my tail swayed enticing the man above me. I begged, and pleaded for mercy, my cock being my voice. And I am thankful Tornackian wasn’t a sadist.

He took a firm hold on my hips, his own cock throbbed and cried mock tears, coating the head of his sex; if I wasn’t so far gone, I would have teased him, told him he was a vulgar man. All words was completely and utterly forgotten once I felt his cock bump my entrance, and I nearly squealed with joy when said cock pushed forward making my tight ring give away to his probing. My head fell back, fully encased in the pillows that surrounded me, my breath expelled in a joyous manner as he continued to breech me, filling me, adding pressure to my swollen prostate. By the gods the absolute pleasure that rippled throughout my body when his cock slid in, brushing and skidding over my pleasure gland made me go near stark mad with glee. My hips flexed and jumped, my tail banded on the mattress like an uncontrollable pups.

He held himself above me, hands still gripping my hips, his gasping breaths fuelled my fire, turning me on all that much more, and I tried to take over our movements, but alas he held me tight unwilling to give me rein. I grumbled, but he only just shushed me, and he begun his movements. He pulled from my slowly, and lightly pushed himself home, ensuring he directed his cock to fully stimulate my prostate, and by the gods did he ever. I locked my legs around his strong hips, he fell forward, digging his arms underneath me, and held me, hugging me closer to his body, making me arch, and yet I was unable to do a damn thing, only wrap my arms around him, returning the hugging gesture and give him total control.

My body hummed and pumped, this was new, this was unexpected, this was far beyond the thrill and high I scaled for, this came with a entire new feeling, a new sensation, and spirits I couldn’t deny how delicious and pure this was. I clung to him, my bounty hunter; a man whom wished to be… equals. No classes, and if it is to be like this, feel like this, then by the gods I can give it a try. His hand snaked its way up to tenderly tug my hair to make me lift my head from his shoulder and I complied. His lips found mine, and I moaned in his mouth, his taste always mystified me; always trying to compare and place this wonderful taste, yet the ability escapes me.

His hips sped up a notch and his heavy breathing turns into groans and I knew he was going to reach completion. It was only then I realized how close I was as well, I couldn’t help but wonder what color my cock was currently, no doubt as blue as Tornackian’s skin. I gasped and grappled as his hips came down with more force, jarring my prostate wonderfully, just a few more pumps and I found myself screaming out like a banshee, holding his body closer to mine; if at all possible. His body wracked with violent tremors and shivers as he did his best to gain his breath, and I, well I was laying arms spread, chest heaving, and a blissful smile on my face; a true smile, one of the most realest one I ever had, no hidden agenda behind a smile, or faked joy. I was genuinely happy, and all it took was a big blue man.

Yes, I guess there will be no harm in trying something new, a relationship… a real relationship! Ah I could nearly scream out of uncertainty, but I knew as well if it was to be with anyone then it would be this man, it could only be with this man. Tornackian, my bounty hunter.

~~~The End~~~

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