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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct

Chapter Three (tumble)

“Hello uke.”

Formerly widened eyes narrowed dangerously and the hand that had been absently resting on the prince’s hip tightened instinctively. A snarl could even be heard vibrating deep within the android’s throat. Cell had suddenly become outraged by the very idea of submitting to the other man. But the anger he’d felt briefly just as quickly left the poor confused cyborg once he noticed the hand gently massaging the base of his tail.

When had Vegeta’s hand gotten there?

He felt lightheaded and soon found himself cuddling into the other man’s chest. Taking in the peculiar scent of his sweat and arousal; Vegeta’s own spicy scent. He couldn’t ignore the hot, heavy feeling between his legs. He was giving in.

Vegeta buried his nosed in the android’s pale hair, inhaling and cracking a triumphant grin in response. He then proceeded to pull his hands free of his ruined gloves and cupped Cell’s blushing face.

“Not bad. Not bad at all.” He whispered roughly.

Vegeta then claimed the other man’s mouth hungrily again, tearing at the fabric his training Gi, leaving the shirt in two. Cell whimpered into his searching mouth. It was such a strange sound to hear coming from the mass murder. It was almost cute. Too bad Saiyans didn’t do cute.

The prince wondered vaguely what other little sounds he could conger from the android, ending the kiss abruptly. Though, not before nipping Cell’s bottom lip enough to draw blood.

He licked his mouth clean while pushing the android onto his back aggressively. The pale skinned creature just lay there, oddly colored eyes fixed steadily upon him.

“What, giving up already?” Vegeta snorted, kneeling between long legs.

Cell’s eyes flashed in response but he made no attempt to get up. He sucked in a breath as the prince’s hand roamed up a clothed thigh, higher and higher until he reached his destination. Cell watched in a sort of morbid fascination as a rough hand kneaded his burgeoning arousal.

“Hmm…”

A forceful tug found Cell’s pants around his ankles and his boot thudding to the ground. He was exposed entirely now. There was no hiding his excitement from the determined prince. It was then that a warm hand found his straining length causing a shuttering breath to escape the surprised cyborg. The churning feeling that it had created in his belly, the increased rush of blood to his lower regions left him utterly at a loss. He watched the other man’s movements through hooded eyes. The pad of Vegeta’s thump as it slid across the moisture at the tip of his arousal, spreading it along the shaft. Cell fell backwards in to the damp grass and registered the prince leaning down besides him, though the Saiyan’s hand never left him. A chuckle resonated in his sensitive ears as his captor began his slow tormenting motions, up and down the hardness between his legs. The overly competitive android was losing and he wasn’t sure if should be crying or laughing about it.

The prince’s chuckling ceased as his pace increased; he’d turned his attention to the neglected sac underneath his captive’s erection, coxing the most interesting sounds from him. Just when Cell thought that his brain could process no more of this insane…inexplicably…mind numbing…pressure…he stopped. The bastard stopped. Leaving his body bow tight, fingers dug snuggly into the damp earth beside him, toes curled, teeth biting into this bottom lip…The bastard stopped. Completely. He’d been so close. To what he wasn’t entirely sure. But if previous experience was any indication, it was sure to have been damned good.

A painful gasp for air as he slumped back to the ground (damned Saiyan, Namek, fucking human cells…if he’d been in space he wouldn’t need to breath, Icejin anatomy would just kick in…but no. Just another reminder of his defeat…) a pitiful whine following and let’s not forget the disturbingly accurate roll of his hips as Cell was rewarded with the prince’s demeaning little snigger once again. The android opened his eyes and gave the Saiyan a pleading stare.

“Vegetahhh…please…” He whimpered breathlessly, pride tossed to the wind.

“Please what, android?” Was the calm reply.

The prince had ceased the mind numbingly pleasurable stroking right at the tip of him; hand still firmly in place, squeezing ever so slightly. False tears slipped free of the android’s fluttering lashes and trailed along blushing skin so bright the prince had no clue were the white of his face began and the violet skin on the sides ended. Vegeta couldn’t recall ever being this pleased with himself.

A newly revived tail patted insistently against his forearm and he caught it between unoccupied fingers. He ran blunt nails along the length of the wondering appendage, face twisting into a grin of pride as the legs on either side of him quivered.

“Fucking Saiyan…” The android muttered quietly. “Get it over with.”

“Heh…You forget. I make the rules in this game, android. And I say, you can’t cum just yet.”

The hand that had been still around the android’s erection was suddenly gone, frustrating Cell greatly. A determined hand was caught, right along with the next and they were hoist above the creature’s pale head. The prince was stretched out over him, amused dark eyes smiling down at him. Shifting barely, Vegeta only used one hand to keep Cell out of his way as he pulled himself free of the remaining bits of his uniform.

Cell’s eyes widened at the brush of the Saiyan own arousal against his inner thigh.

“Looks like I win after all.” Vegeta smirked.

It was then that previously abandoned pride of Cell’s chose to rear its ugly head once again and taking the Saiyan prince by surprise, the android was once again on his feet. Vegeta’s smirk grew to a full on grin as he got to his feet as well, staring at the newly determined android.

“Cheater.” The prince said gruffly shaking his head.

And before Cell could blink he and the dark haired prince were rolling on the ground. Punching and kicking, fighting for dominance in this little game of theirs. It didn’t take long for there to be a clear winner however, as Cell’s ki was still so low. His body had yet to recover from the damage done to his tail. He found himself face first in the dirt, one arm pinned painfully behind him, the other struggling to find a way out this predicament. He gave up reluctantly. He’d had his chance. He’d lost fair and square.

The prince ground possessively behind him and he fought to quell the whimper that rose in his throat, the twitch of his erection in response.

“Now, be a good boy.” Vegeta purred in his ear.

He was pulled up onto his knees, legs spread wide enough for the prince to stand between them. He could feel the hardness rub against his opening. He didn’t care anymore; there was no shame in him as he pressed back against it. Ungloved fingers dug into his hip and held him still, the other hand busy doing… something behind him. The android slid his face down the forearm it’d been resting on, shifting sweat soaked hair from his over heated forehead and he waited.

The first push was agony; stealing the precious oxygen from his lungs. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from making a sound, unable to ignore the pain as his design insisted. The strangeness of this was unavoidable. It felt like he was being stretched to the point of breaking but the prince kept on pushing. It all felt so terribly wrong. Slowly the burning sensation faded into something almost right…curiously pleasant oddly enough. It wasn’t until the prince had impaled him completely that he finally able to catch his breath.

“Relax you fucking idiot.” The prince growled through gritted teeth.

Cell smiled a weary little smile to himself and tried to will his traumatized muscles to relax. The prince’s grip on his waist loosened somewhat and the Saiyan’s breathing went from nonexistent to almost panting. It was somewhat soothing to his damaged ego that he’d made the big bad prince so breathless.

The android was almost unbearably hot around him. Vegeta thought that he’d never get used to it. He didn’t…but he couldn’t let the bastard in on that little bit of information. He just stayed as still as he possibly could, that was until he could regain, as discreetly as possible, his lost breath. He busied himself during this by running his hands up the pale creature’s back which was almost the same color as the android’s blushing face.

Gods he was so hot. He soon gave up waiting it out and rocked forward slowly, gritting his teeth at the trembling sensation it caused in his stomach. A smile bloomed as each thrust was rewarded with a shallow gasp and the obvious tensing of the muscles in Cell’s back. He wrapped his hand around the android’s fuzzy appendage and in no time at all he found a steady rhythm. He grabbed hold to a handful of the android’s hair and pulled viciously causing Cell rear up on the palms of his hands.

“That’s better.” He said, his voice low and husky.

He drove into the trembling creature beneath him with renewed purpose. An even bigger smile grew as he the proof that he’d found what he’d been looking for escaped Cell’s mouth. He trust forward mercilessly making a point of hitting that little bud of extra sensitive nerves within the bio android. There were chocked off moans and groans, squirming and shutters. The prince’s own heart beating in his ears was beginning to drown out the sound of those lovely little noises. Not to mention the obnoxious sounds of flesh rapidly smacking flesh.

“Ng…*pant*…ahhh…*gasp*…Ve…”

“Yes…” the prince hissed through gritted teeth. “What was that?”

“Ve..ge…”

“Hmm…yes…my name, android?”

A barely audible whine was all he got in reply.

“My…name…android.”

A half whine half growl was next. And the patience less prince responded with more violent thrusts. Causing Cell’s arms to almost give way and surrender any semblance of dignity at this point. With a straggled gasp he forced the prince’s name through clenched teeth. A rumbling chuckling was heard from behind him.

Great, he’d pleased the sadistic little bastard. But he was still so… A hand shot foreword and grabbed one of his arms, throwing him off balance once again. He let the arm be pulled down between his legs and settled on the source of his discomfort, his hand wrapped around his neglected length.

“Here…” Vegeta growled, never slowing his pace, it made his voice sound weird. “And hurry up. I’m not… going to wait… for you to finish.”

Cell ignored the comment as best he could and began thrusting feverishly into his own hand, the prince still pounding him merrily from behind. He was on the verge of either laughing or crying. He wasn’t sure which. Cry most likely from the sweat running into and stinging his eyes. How had he gotten into this mess in the first place? The prince’s fingers dug deep into his hips as the smaller body went still behind him and a bitten off curse echoed about them. He gasped for air, his stomach tightening almost painfully and then the world around him flashed a brilliant white.

He fell over on his side, oxygen deprived lungs struggling for air. On the way down he registered the feeling of his tail slipping from between the Saiyan’s fingers. Every muscle in his entire body was screaming. He could barely open his eyes (they hurt like hell too for some inconceivable reason). There, on his knees chest heaving, sat the prince of Saiyans, bronzed sweat soaked skin flushed with red, a wholly satisfied grin on his face.

“That actually was a lot of fun, android.” Vegeta smirked down at him. “Perhaps I won’t kill you.”

The statement didn’t even faze Cell at this point. He’d turned his glaze to the mess he’d made in that unfortunate patch of grass just there. It wasn’t if he’d stand a chance now if the prince decided to kill him.

Bare feet slowly passed in front of his line of sight and he followed their path to a nearby tree. The sated prince plopped down on the ground and fell backwards ungracefully. Cell sat up on his arms and watched in disbelief and the man scratched at his stomach and made himself more comfortable. Within moments Cell could make out the sound of the prince’s soft snoring.

“Bastard.”

(to be continued…)
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