The Meaning of Pride | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He still should have.
Vegeta bared his teeth, growled low in his throat and
looked up at Kakarot, looked at how intently he stared down at him, at how dark
he was in the dim light of the bedroom, of his glistening skin and his
glittering black eyes. He was not about
to touch Kakarot with violence, wasn’t going to draw blood from his skin in
rage that was not directed at him. But
he bared his teeth and panted through his clenched jaws. Lifted his hips up and met every single
thrust with one of his own.
Needed to feel it, the strength and the nearly
violent meeting of r skr skin.
th
that Kakarot would give him only to a level of that violence he craved, knew
that when the insanity passed he would be thankful for that restraint his mate
had. Knew all this, but didn’t
care. Thrust himself back mindlessly,
wanted more, needed more. Felt the
hardness and the heat and the friction and thought about how very much he
wanted to dig his whole fist straight through the tri-clops’s worthless chest
and pull out his worthless heart.
Then there were lips on his, and he opened his mouth,
parted his teeth, felt the thrusts stop, felt Kakarot’s body rest more heavily
on him, and dug his hands into the skin, held on, and trusted that (for now) at
least, Kakarot understood. He breathed,
opened his mouth for the tongue that traced his teeth, and just breathed.
When his heart stopped racing so hard, when the
violence quieted down in him, when he thought that he could open his eyes
without feeling that anger again, Kakarot moved inside him again. Pulled away just a little, licked his own
lips. Gave him a scant little smile,
like asking if he was okay, if he had done the right thing.
Vegeta sighed, relented that sometimes, violence did
not solve everything. “I wanted him
dead,” Vegeta said, pulled the gloves off his hands and threw them across the
room, as easily as that taking off the rage and tossing it aside.
“Me too,” Kakarot said.
That was news to him. Never would have thought that he could even muster up that much
anger to feel that way. And he felt a
strange twinge of something. Pride,
maybe, that Kakarot had overcome that anger to return to himself. To remember he did not condone killing—any
form of killing.
His thoughts were interrupted by Kakarot’s
smile. He was still moving inside of
him, in long smooth strokes, lazilyost.ost.
“What are you ing ing for?”
“I like to watch you fight,” was the answer, “Its
so…” Instead of searching his mind for an answer, he moved faster into him. His smile changed to teeth being bared. And he started to make little breathy
noises, and Vegeta grinned. Would have
replied to that little statement, but found that all his comments were stolen
out of him by a particularly well placed thrust.
He reached his hands above him, pressed one palm to
the wall, and moved the other up to pull Kakarot down to kiss him again. Used his hand on the wall to roll his body
back against the thrusts, rubbed his erection against Kakarot and groaned into
his mouth as he was open up and plundered.
Felt it building up in him. Felt Kakarot’s hands on him, on his ribs and his stomach, brushed
against his nipples and then slipped around him to rub that place on his
back. Made him breathless. And that release—that left over from the
battle that he could not win—came rushing, and he had to cling to his lover,
rode it out and panted for him.
Thought that anyone that was stupid enough to try and
separated them deserved the beating they got, and knew, as he felt Kakarot release
into him, that he felt the same way.
Strange, how that had happened?
Strange that he had truly hated Kakarot for so long,
had needed to defeat him so badly; strange that he had worked all this time to
achievgoalgoal he did not even want anymore.
Had been seduced by this silly earth-raised Saiyan’s natural goodness,
by the light and the optimism and the disgusting way that everything really
would be ‘okay’ as long as he was there.
~~~***
Trunks opened his eyes, and Goten was there. Sitting right next to him, with his bruised
mouth still bleeding, but he didn’t look like he really gave a damn. Reached down and wrapped his whole body
around him even though Dende was still kneeling right there next to them. Kissed him breathless and climbed right on
top of him.yes"> ouldouldn’t be right. It
would be satisfying, but it wouldn’t be right.
Mechanical Butterfly:
'> *sighs
unhappily * I really wanted Tien dead. But
then, I really wanted Gohan to die too. So, *sighs again * I guess what I want isn’t necessarily what’s
right. I honestly couldn’t see Goku
killing anyone like that, or sitting back and letting it be done. Because its against his nature. He fights to
protect life. (Remember that
impassioned speech he gave Freiza that ‘I am the hope of blahblah and people
crying out everywhere’) So, as much as
I wanted Tien (the ass clown) to die, it just wasn’t right.
Jaygoose:
All
is right in the world, except that Tien (the ass-clown) is still an ass-clown
that should have died.yes"> Okay? Okay! Anyway, I’m available for beta-ing if you
want me to. And I very much want to
read the chappies. (Says this and glares at Hectate, Jaygoose and Mechanical
Butterfly.) *bounce bounce * Am very happy you are going to try and get
them up. And GASP, 3 other fics? Goodness.
You’re crazy.
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