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The Ouji	By : Horuseye Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I�m ba~ack. Yay. Finally, after the horrid
experience of moving to a sometimes strange and foreign place and the horrible
first week of university (I have to learn LATIN!!!!!!! I�m doomed.) I�ve
finally put together my beloved computer and started writing again. I have to
warn you, in all my fics I like things dark and complicated, and after
developing the matching plot for my lovely little experiment I guess some of
you will be flaming me to hell and back at the end. Oh, and in my euphoric
insanity I�m already thinking about a sequel �

Interested?

Oh, and if anybody is interested, I�m offering a
mailing list for those who want to be informed each time a new chappie is up.
Just review or email me.

Disclaimer: Well, what do you think? If I were the
owner of DBZ, you can believe me, the story would have been waaay different.
^_~

Chapter
03

Something was tugging at the back of his mind. He
didn�t know why, but something forced him out of the blissful darkness of
sleep. It was that soft, persistent kind of force, you can�t resist even if you
fight it.

He could feel the soft yet exciting sensation which
left his blood boiling and his body demanding for more. Finally he broke
through the darkness of sleep, moaning with need. He could feel a hand stroking
his desire, softly, slowly, driving him mad, leaving him at the peak, denying
him fulfilment. He opened his eyes, slowly, lazily. He was met by the darkest
eyes possible, filled with a need and a hunger that made him shiver. He moaned
softly yet again, his brain still not able to concentrate on anything else
beside the sensation filling his body and those eyes watching him carefully.

These eyes � suddenly memory crashed down on him
full force. He tried to jerk away, only to be held down. Close to panicking he
looked up to what held him in place, only to see each of his hands chained to
one of the huge bed posts, just like his feet. One thought flashed to him
through the haze of his mind. �He really
must have a thing for bondage.�

But soon his mind jerked back to the man watching
him like a dark panther, ready to pounce upon its prey. Yeah, panther seemed to
fit this man quite right. His stature was rather short yet compact and
powerful. The way he moved his body, the predatory glint in his eyes, lazy,
proud, powerful, dangerous.

He felt hypnotised by this gaze, frozen like a
rabbit facing a snake. His heart was racing, his blood rushing in his ears.
Memories of the previous events flashed through his mind, increasing his
already ragged breathing.

But instead of panicking like he had when he was
alone, the mere presence of this powerful man seemed to transform the bad
memories in � exciting ones? Goku frowned when he felt his body humming in
anticipation instead of trembling in fear. He could feel the fire rising from
his loins, taking over his whole body, making it tremble with need.

How could it be that one being could have such
enormous power over him? The man had raped him, had hurt him, but instead of
feeling repulsed he felt attracted to him.

No! That wasn�t right. The man was bad. He only did
this to him to punish his brother. He would not give him the satisfaction�

Goku�s mind got sidetracked when he watched the
smirk appearing on the older man�s handsome face. Never breaking the eye
contact Vegeta lowered his head and latched his mouth to one of those tempting
nipples he so longed to taste.

Goku closed his eyes and arched into the Ouji�s
touch, moaning lowly in his throat.

Vegeta�s smirk deepened when he suckled on the
tender flesh. The sweet taste, the soft texture, oh he would be having fun
tonight. And to watch the reluctant youth submit to his ministrations was far
beyond arousing.

It seemed that Goku�s moan had been some kind of
signal for the older man to start ravishing the young body beneath him with his
tongue and hands, in a torturous slow pace that drove the boy insane. Soon he
was thrashing beneath those knowing hands as much as the shackles allowed him
to, moaning and gasping.

Goku felt that hand return to his need, starting
when he felt something cold coming with it. He wrenched his eyes open and
peered down his body, instantly met with dark burning eyes which made him gulp
with their intensity. In rapt fascination he watched the metal ring slowly
sliding down his fully erect member, to be seated snugly at the base. Confusion
swept over his mind and he eyed the strange thing curiously. He heard his
seducer chuckle darkly and shivered from that sound.

Vegeta�s blood started to boil when the boy looked
at him with wide beautiful dark eyes. So, the little one didn�t seem to be that
reluctant anymore. And this refreshing innocence and confusion he hadn�t
expected from the son of a Yakuza, even if he had been a virgin when he took
him. Most kids liked to experiment at that age, talking with friends or reading
about sex.

But for the young one beneath him everything was
new and it added to Vegeta�s own pleasure to watch the boy discovering his own
sexuality. Oh, and when he was through with him there would be no questions
unanswered.

He slowly slid upwards, basking in the sweet
friction he created with his movements. He started to nip and suck at the boy�s
sensitive lobe, making him gasp and moan again, palming his genitals until the
boy was nearly sobbing with need.

Then he whispered softly: �It�s to prevent you from
coming without my permission, little one.� He nipped at the sensitive throat
and squeezed the boy�s balls roughly. �You are mine, little one, and I�ll make
you beg for me to take you.�

Goku moaned out loud at these words, his head
thrashing in denial, he knew he couldn�t keep up much longer. Not with this man
handling his body so expertly. But he felt fear rising within him. Tonight he
hadn�t been hurt � yet. But he remembered the pain. He didn�t want the pain
coming back, but he also longed for the pleasure to continue. Was that normal
for sex? Pleasure mixed with pain?

He could feel Vegeta nuzzling his cheek
comfortingly, trailing his soft tongue along his jaw. �Don�t worry, little one.
Not tonight. Tonight I�ll only play with you. But believe me; you will be
begging me to take you again soon, little one.�

And with these words Goku�s night of hell started.
Vegeta nipped and sucked at his body, seemingly intend to find each sensitive
spot on it. The man�s hands were rough yet careful not to hurt him, claiming
the ownership of his body, making him scream and cry out his pleasure for the
world to hear.

Goku didn�t care anymore. He didn�t care that he
was here against his will, he didn�t care that this man was forcing himself on
him as a punishment for his family, he didn�t care anymore that he was kept
immobile unable to participate in this powerful seduction. He surrendered
completely to the hot mouth with the wicked tongue, working their magic
combined with those knowing hands touching him.

Vegeta�s control was strained as never before.
Hell, he would never have thought the boy to be so responsive. It seemed he
reacted to every touch, voicing his pleasure in noises that went straight to
Vegeta�s crotch. Oh, how he loved those sweet little sounds. Yes, that was what
he wanted to do, make the boy scream for him and him alone. He rose on his
elbows and looked down onto the vision below him. The boy�s face was flushed,
his eyes closed, mouth open slightly panting heavily with need. His whole body
was drenched with sweat and the smell of sex and arousal hung in the air.

Vegeta growled possessively and latched his mouth
onto the sweet lips of the young one, plunging into those luscious depths
savagely, claiming ownership yet again.

When he finally released him, Goku sucked in breath
and panted even heavier than before. Vegeta growled out �Mine.� And took those
lips again, bringing their cocks together in sweet friction.

Goku�s eyes snapped open at the new sensation of
his need rubbing with his seducer�s own hard erection. His sanity was long gone
and he was reduced to a creature of need. His cock and his balls were aching
with their need for release, and all he could think of was to find salvation
from this sweet torture. His lungs burned in need for oxygen and he screamed
his pleasure into that hot demanding mouth preventing him from breathing.

When his mouth was finally freed and after he had
regained enough breath to speak he began to beg breathlessly. �Please � it
hurts � oh god � please � I � I need � �

The rubbing motion was intensified, if that was
even possible, and Goku�s ability of speech left him yet again when he cried
out incoherent words of pleasure.

He felt Vegeta�s hot breath on his face, lips
brushing against his own.

�What do you want, little one. Tell me.� The older man�s voice was low and
husky with desire and Goku felt his body react to the intensity of it. It was
just too much, his body was on sensual overdrive. He started to sob, feeling a
hot tongue lapping the tears streaming down his heated face. �Please! Let me
come � ahhh � oh god please ��

�And what do I get in return.� Hot breath against his ear, an even hotter
tongue lapping at the sensitive skin just below.

�Everything.� He breathed out. �Whatever you want �
just please � let me �.� Goku�s eyes widened when he felt a hand removing the
cock ring, and his body arched until he heard his spine cracking when a feeling
of such an intensity overwhelmed his body like he had never felt before. Never
in his live he had felt something as mind blowing as this climax, like a wave
of fire flooding his body, making his sanity crumble. He screamed out his
release, watching stars dancing in his vision, until the sensation was too much
and he blacked out from the sheer intensity. The last thing he registered
before his overloaded mind shut down was the voice growling into his near deaf
ears.

�Rest well, little one. Your next lesson will be tomorrow.�

The old warehouse was dark and gloomy, the perfect
place for the business handled here. Business like that needed to be handled in
secret places, where schemes could be formed without anybody noticing until it
was too late.

Raditz had discovered this warehouse soon after he
had joined the Ouji�s men. During one of his first jobs he had stumbled in here
and recognized the great possibilities of this building.

The former owners had been forced to close their
business because of the not really legal actions in the basement of the
warehouse. That had been thirty years ago, and nobody really remembered this.
The warehouse had been a camouflage for a very exclusive whorehouse for very � special services for people of great
wealth and power and quite perverse tendencies. That included a necessity for
secret doors, corridors and hidden places for cars, and a very comfortable
living area without anybody knowing it. Simply perfect.

After finding this interesting building Raditz had
been forced to decide what to do. Tell the Ouji about this or use this to his
own advantage.

Well, it might surprise most people who knew him, but
it had been a really tough decision. Raditz knew that everybody thought him to
be insatiable when it came to power, but that was not the whole truth. He had a
reason why he needed to be the number one in Japan. If
necessary he would do everything in his power to be the number one in the
world, only to gain what he wanted. The one thing he was yearning for, the one
thing he was denied.

He knew he had endangered his family. He knew he
might be causing a war with the Ouji and some of the other Yakuza families, but
if that was what was necessary, so may it be.

He had taken his chance when he saw it, and despite
what everybody might think now, he wasn�t defeated only because he hadn�t been
successful immediately. He had known from the very beginning that it would only
be a matter of time and patience. And a matter of the right allies. He was
aware of the fact that he would have never been able to gather so many of
Vegeta�s men around him if it hadn�t been for the fact of a certain ally of
his. This person had been an enemy to Vegeta for quite some time and he only
waited for a possibility to harm the Ouji, preferably causing his death with
it.

So the deal had been simple. Power for revenge. No
matter how long it would be taking, Raditz knew that his secret friend was
willing to be patient as long as the goal remained. Death to Vegeta. Power to
Raditz.

And now this ally was sitting in front of him,
about to tell him in detail what the Ouji had been doing while Raditz had been
hiding here.

The room in the basement was furnished expensively
and luxuriously, like both men preferred, ideal to spend your time sitting in
here and talking. Raditz reclined on his leather chair with a sigh and watched
his counterpart intently. �Now tell me, how has our mighty leader reacted?
Anything I should worry about?�

The other man eyed him seriously, as though
weighting his options and possibilities before answering. �Well, it went the
way we expected. He wants to threaten your family, or rather your father to
hand you over. Obviously he isn�t quite sure if your father or uncle was
included in our little scheme or not.�

Raditz chuckled darkly. �Well, guess my father will
be cursing the day of my birth by now. I�d really like to see that.�

The man still watched him thoughtfully. �I�ve told
you it was too early to start anything. You should have listened. Thing have
become more complicated now.�

Raditz eyed him darkly. �I had to do something.
This stupid wedding my father arranged made it necessary to act. Now I think
the Mao (Is that ChiChi�s family name? If not than it is now ^_^) family will
think twice before agreeing to that marriage.�

�Well, that might actually be the case, only not in
the way that you intended. After all it is the groom who is actually in the
Ouji�s grasp ��

Raditz froze at these words.

�� or should I say in his bed.�

Raditz stared wide eyed at his companion, trying to
grasp what the man had said. �Goku? He really � he�s just a kid. I didn�t � I
haven�t thought � �

�Yes, you haven�t thought. In order to prevent this
marriage you have handed over your only brother to your enemy. So, Raditz, what
will you do now?�

Raditz jumped out of his chair and started to pace
around. �What exactly happened to my brother? Did he ��

�As far as I�ve heard the Ouji took matters in his
own hands. Your brother still lives and he has been taken care of � after they
freed him of the chains.�

Raditz� mind provided him with tons of pictures at
that information. Memories of the times he had seen people being tortured in
�the room�. Hell, he had even had the pleasure himself from time to time. But
the thought of his brother hanging there from the wall, vulnerable for
everything Vegeta wanted to do to him � He felt rage rising within him.

�At the moment your brother resides in Vegeta�s
private chambers, guarded by his most trusted men. There are rumours that
Vegeta plans to keep him until your father handed you and the money you
purchased over.� The man rose from his chair and placed himself in front of
Raditz. �Now tell me, what do you plan to do now?�

Raditz breathed heavily, trying to control his
anger, getting his troubled mind to form coherent thoughts again. Then he
hissed with pure venom in his voice. �Kill him. I�ll kill him. Slowly,
painfully. And with your help, Zarbon, I�ll be successful. Whatever it takes,
I�ll be willing to do it now. Nobody fucks with me and lives.�

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I wrote the lemon after four hours of University
math torture. I will never complain about two hours of math at school ever
again (mainly because I�m no pupil anymore *shrugs*). These guys are fucking
crazy. So if the lemon is bad, I�m not responsible for my actions after four
hours of this shit they call statistics.

So please review and tell me what you think.

That blush will be a permanent feature of mine if
I�m continuing writing this. My mother came in when I wrote the first chapter
and asked me if I felt sick or something. And I so do not want to explain to my
mother that I�m just about to write a bondage sex scene with two men. I�m eternally
grateful for the fact that my mother doesn�t speak enough English to understand
this and that my father isn�t interested in what I�m writing at all.
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