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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Himitsu

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Written: 5-17-05

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: kink, fetish, very lemony, het, yaoi, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!

Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I'd done recently, "Sunset Kink" There
is actually a lot of story behind that pic that you may, or may not have picked up on.
So here it is.

| ...words... | denotes thought.

[ Chapter .03]

I arrive home not long after my.... spar with Bejiita. Well, he was sparring. I was getting hard,
and from the most bizarre things. Things that at first did not seem like they should inspire an erection.
There are so many questions I want to ask, however at the same time I'm not sure I'm quite up to hearing
their answers.

Why?

Why do I do this day after day?

Why haven't I ever gotten a blow job?

Is my sex life so boring that I have to watch someone else?

Why do my hands itch when I watch?

Why haven't I ever gotten a blow job?!

Why was I so rough when sparring today?

Why did I pin him to the ground?

What was I so angry about?

Does it even matter?

I'm giving myself a headache. I touch down on the grass in front of my quiet mountain home.
I'll think about all this some other time. Because now, dinner is waiting and I need to eat. Thinking be
damned because I'm hungry! Everything else plays second fiddle when I'm hungry.

Even... that.

I ignore Chichi's chastising for being late and sit at the table restlessly. My stomach is in agony
for going three whole hours without putting food in it. Chichi has whipped up something absolutely
delicious. Knowing my appetite she lays out plate after plate of piping hot Braciosaur steaks, my favorite,
pernewt soup, baked sweet yannan, and enough rice to feed a small village. I inhale my food. I barely even chew.

Right now food will have to replace the sex I'm lacking. That steak was damn satisfying. Maybe
I should smoke a cigarette. Yea right.

I lean back, rubbing my full stomach, surrounded by empty plates and remnants
of the heavenly home cooking. Chichi reaches over the counter towards a tub of Crisco for a
monstrously large pie she was making. She uses two fingers, heavily coated with the white shortening
and bastes the inside of the pie pan. She works the Crisco around the pan with deliberate, purposeful
movements of her hand until there is nothing left on her fingers. She jams them back into the Crisco
jar with a wet sound and I visibly shudder.

Crisco, as it turned out, is one of Bulma's favorite choices of lubricant. I'd simply liked
the idea of food and sex. You may think it strange, but surprisingly, seeing the lube of choice outside of
a sexual setting has the same affect on me. I swallow hard, trying to push the growing, and seemingly irrational
sexual desire down to the pit of my stomach for the second time today.

Of course, to no avail.

I am behind Chichi in an instant.

"Hmm?.. Gokuu sa...?"

A small grin tugs at my lips.

"Forget the pie..."

[ ..... ]

Right then, I wanted to do such indecent things to her. I'd watched Bejiita masterfully pleasure
his woman and vice versa countless times. It shouldn't be so hard to emulate right? ...Right?

It was an absolute disaster. I'm too rough. Too gentle. Too fast or too slow. I do all the wrong
things at all the wrong times. And apparently, Chichi doesn't like being bitten. What's more, I made the very
foolish mistake of diving right in. The very first mistake of bad sex. While using what I've learned from
Bulma and Bejiita's romps is all well and good, it's just much harder to put into practice than I thought. Funny,
I've always learned from watching. Why didn't it work this time?

Well for one, I always IT-ed over after Jiita--, excuse me, Bejiita calls. But he doesn't call until they've
already started and gotten to the so called 'good part', which apparently is long after the very necessary foreplay.
I stupidly assumed they jump right in. because I always jump right in. No wonder sex between Chichi and I isn't so
great. No wonder I watch them so often.

Chichi sits at the other end of the bed covering herself with the rumpled sheets, looking shocked, indignant,
and angry. I'd seen that same look on someone else's face only a couple of hours ago. Though that situation was a bit
different.

[ Wasn't it? ]

"Gokuu sa..." she begins very slowly and sternly. Like it took so much effort for her not to scream. Oh here it comes...

"What the hell has gotten into you!? We only do that at night! Goten could have hear us!!! And...why is the Crisco
on the bed? Did you..? And that's not what that hole is for and you know it!! What the hell has gotten into you!? Why would
you even think to do that?! And ... are you listening to me? The devil must have gotten into you! He must have!! Your
coming down to that church with me on Sunday!! God'll straighten you out!

[ Does she mean Kami? Was he watching me the way I watch Bejiita? ]

"Don't make that face! Are you listening to me?! You're coming to church or you don't eat!!"

[ ..... ]

So of course, the very next Sunday, I sit in the uncomfortable wooden pews in my itchiest three piece, brown
suit to date. Chichi comments on how nice I look in suits, but I really don't care. The, I think he's called a pastor, drones on
and on about the evils of the world and how we are all sinners and would go straight to hell if we don't repent and welcome
God into our hearts. I've seen hell, it's really not even that bad.

Little old ladies in their overly ornate, lacy hats throw their hands up and wave them around in a strange show of praise
for god. The air in the small church is thick and stifling. The electric fans had gone out an hour ago. But the pastor went on,
as passionate as ever, shouting every other word and cutting the air with his hand to stress the importance of what he was saying
or reading. The sweat rolling down his face as he shouted about God. Every minute I sit here, my suit feels tighter, and I itch even more.

Chichi nods her head in agreement to every utterance that falls from the pastor's lips. He reads from something
called Leviticus. I've never read the Bible before, but from what I'm hearing of it now, it seems to be a very lengthy list of
"thou shalt not's" and send God offerings in this very specific manner, etc. If you haven't guessed despite having met the gods,
or Kami, or Dende, or the many kais, the idea of religion, or believing that obeying the laws of an unseen entity would earn me an eternity
in paradise never really sank in. Maybe that sort of thing worked on the other praying, sinning, contrite people in this church that hadn't
seen what I've seen, or lived the life I live. But for me... I just didn't see the point of denying myself everything that sounded even remotely
interesting, fun or pleasurable in the hopes that people and God would think I am good and worthy.

I just sit next to Chichi, confused at her constant "Amens" and "praise the lords" as she jabs me in the side every now and then
asking "did you here that Gokuu?" every time the pastor said something that could even remotely be associated with my little bedroom
mishap.

Trying to cool myself off with a "Let Jesus into Your Heart!" paper fan the church gave out, I wonder how sitting here listening
to the endless sermon on how we were all filthy sinners, or what Matthew or Luke did so long ago was supposed to "straighten me out,"
or deter me from wanting to have kinky sex with my wife... Or watching someone else have it.

Minutes before the sermon is scheduled to end, I feel his signal. A small shudder goes through me. I excuse myself to the
bathroom. Once there, I turn and then fly out the open window to freedom. To them.

Maybe I did need to be saved.

[ ..... ]

Bejiita flicks his tongue over Bulma's swollen clitoris with the tip of his small, pink tongue and I sit right next to him in my Sunday best and
watch him do it. I hear her half moan and half squeal around the shaft in her mouth as he grabs her hips and hoists her so that she's
right over his face. He pushes his tongue into her and groans around her sensitive flesh. "Innmmh!" Bulma chokes out, her legs
shaking, and quivering while Bejiita holds them apart so he can reach what he's lapping at. I had no idea vaginas had so many folds. Nor
that it was so sensitive, even without a penis being thrust into it. I bet if I had done this to Chichi instead of sticking my erection where it really didn't
belong she would not have gotten so angry with me. Live and learn I suppose.

Bulma's head bobs and swerves from side to side as she sucks on him furiously. As if having him in her mouth somehow heightened
the pleasure of what he did with his. I lick my dry lips before chewing on my tongue. For a while there's only the sound of deep breathing
and wet slurping. My erection strains against the confines of my uncomfortable suit. I could take it off... but I don't want to look away or distract them.

Bejiita begins to tremble under her when she somehow manages to suck even harder and undulates her hips over his face. Pushing
herself down on his tongue. He pushes her up so that her quivering pink flesh is out of reach. She lets out a frustrated groan, as do I.

"Enough.." he says, his voice gravely. She continues sucking as if she didn't hear him. "I said enough!" he says almost angrily as he pushes
her off. His member slips out of her mouth as she flops back down on the large bed. From the way the veins on his penis are throbbing he must be
really close. Always wanting to be the ruler of every situation, he won't even let himself come until he really wants to. He licks his lips, still wet
and sticky with Bulma's fluids as he flips her over so she's facing me on her hands and knees. He grabs onto her hips and pushes them up, angling
himself before roughly entering her from behind.

Apparently someone felt like reasserting his true dominance today.

"Gnn! AhhHH!!" Bulma's high pitched, but throaty scream echoes through the room as Bejiita pushes himself into her almost frantically.
"Ohh! OHH!" Bulma screeches in time with his thrusts. Bulma's nails dig into the bed as Bejiita's dig into the skin on her hips. His eyebrows are
lowered in what looks like his typical scowl of effort and concentration. He bites his lip painfully and grunts as if trying not to make any noise.
Like he wasn't always so loud in bed. Like he didn't growl and moan whenever Bulma's mouth made contact with any part of him. Like he didn't
scream deliriously when he was on the receiving end of thrusting.

Sweat rolls down the side of my face and down his undulating torso. The entire bed shakes and rocks, banging into the wall behind it
even with my added weight on it. Somehow it almost makes me feel as though, if even in some small way, I wasn't so much of an observer anymore,
but a participant. The thought is unnerving, unsettling and arousing all at once. I shift in my place on the bed and the tight fabric of my suit pants
pulls. The friction only makes my erection even more intolerable.

Bulma pants open mouthed as Bejiita pumps his lean hips behind her. His seemingly perpetually hard shaft into her.
She holds and gropes her left breast with one hand and gasps for breath he rides her. The very picture of a sexually satisfied
woman: head back, mouth agape, grabbing her own breasts while someone gives her the lay of her life.

I'd never once made Chichi look that way.

"Uuhh!! UH!! Be..jii..iita!!" she sobs beautifully.

Not once.

And for the first time, just for a moment, I actually feel jealousy. It's a strange feeling. It actually burns.

The moment is short lived as Bulma lets out her loudest scream yet before collapsing under the force of Bejiita's passion. Seeing that she's
reached orgasm, he pulls out of her and strokes his painfully swollen member rapidly. He flicks his thumb over the sticky tip as his eyes
roll to the back of his head. "un.nh...UHHN!" A creamy torrent of pearlescent fluid erupts from his tip, dragging a guttural shout from him as well.
His release splashes onto her back in hot, white ribbons. "Mmmm.." she lets out a breathy little moan as the last few drops dribble onto her backside.

They both lie there next to me on the bed gasping for air as I stare down at the semen that had unwittingly been spurted onto my left thigh.
I continue to look at it with a sort of morbid fascination as Bejiita leaves without a word and heads for the shower. Bulma just lies next to me, bathed in
Bejiita's essence and watches me wipe his seed off my leg. I roll the stick white substance between my fingers, not really sure what to think of it. Not sure if
I should think anything at all. Not sure what it is I'm feeling right now.

Bulma sits up and stares at it with me. Then to my surprise she leans forward and licks some off my index finger. I just blink at her in shock then
look back at my finger. The saliva her tongue left there glistens in the dwindling light. She looks at me and I look at my cum covered fingers. We share
a tense, and strange little moment as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.

How it tastes.... that's just between Bulma and I.

I swallow the last of it and let out a shuddering breath. Bulma says nothing, but smiles at me oddly.

I feel Bejiita's eyes on me. Watching me from the doorway.

I know what this all means. I know I should just stop all this right now and go home. Live a normal life with my prude of a wife and rambunctious son.

But do I really want to?

[ ..... ]

In an attempt to bring back some normalcy to my life, I decided to train. Not with Bejiita. Sparing
with him... well... I think I need to give him some space for a while. So I spar with my second son. He'd been
seriously slacking in his training and I'd be damned if I'd sit back and watch his potential go to waste.

"Goten you're not even trying!! Remember just because I lead with a fist or my right leg
doesn't mean I intend to use them first!" I yell down to him as he dusts grass, dirt, and debris out
of his hair. He pulls himself out of a Goten shaped crater for the third time in minutes. He wasn't
always this out of practice. But he'll get better. I plan to spend the better part of today and the next few
days to make sure.

"Remember don't rely on reading your opponent so much. Sometimes it's better to just react. Now
try again!" After about another twenty minutes, seven more craters, and chunks of destroyed landscape,
he finally manages to land a substantial hit on me. Finally. "Now we can step it up and practice some more
advanced te--" My words caught in my throat.

I feet it. That odd little spike. His little signal.

"Um... dad..?"

Such horrible timing. Damn you Bejiita...

"Dad...? Aren't you gonna teach me about teleport... and..." But I barely hear him. My heart
hammering in my chest. Blood rushes past ears. Images flash behind my eyes.

"Dad!"

"Uh?! Yea! Yea... sorry just got distracted there for a second." But truth be told I was still distracted.
Goten and I continued to train. I'm sloppy and unfocused, and of course Goten takes advantage. Assuming
that he was not as out of practice as he'd thought. During every other kick or punch, my mind wanders
to what they could be doing. Goten lands far too many blows but I barely feel them. The memory of their
pleasure still quite vivid in my mind. My skin itches and burns. My throat has gone dry. My stomach coiling.
I could still taste the smell of their sweat as if I were right there. But I wasn't. I feel as though I'm going
through withdrawal from a powerful drug and tried to go cold turkey for the first time. My imagination is more
powerful than any ki blast or physical blow I could give right now.

Letting Goten hit me is my only respite. But it still isn't enough.

I focus just long enough to deliver an over head blow, sending him rocketing towards the ground. Another
crater, another signaling spike of ki... as if he thinks I don't already know what they're doing. As if they really miss me
being there.

"That's enough for today!"

"Aa..." he says not really looking at me, holding his hurt arm. Maybe I was a little too rough. He flies away
to do whatever it is that teen-aged boys do. I'm gone in an instant, appearing right in Bulma's room.

The bed is empty, but obviously and recently used. Tattered rope hang from the four corners of the bed.
Bulma's favorite lace bra, and a double ended dildo left careless on the night stand. Also obviously used. My mind
whirls, and the room spins as I try to imagine what that must have looked like.

Sex hangs in the air and over my head just like my overwhelming feeling of loss. Like I'd missed some great
thing. Only catching the remnants of their kinky delights. I walk over to the bed and sit down in my usual place. The
sheets still clinging to its previous occupants' warmth. Still smelling of Bejiita, Bulma and the minty tang of KY jelly.
Still wet with release. I run my finger through the sticky fluid sadly, not really caring who it had come from.

I've missed everything...

There was the sound of bare feet across tiled floor.

"You're late..." he says annoyed, standing in the doorway, nude, save for the towel around his neck.

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