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Pure Evil 2: Son of Pure Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 2: Son of Pure Evil

By Sefiru

Summary: Vegeta has acknowledged Kakarott�s superiority,
and, uh, stuff happens. Sex, fighting, fun at the expense of supporting
characters. And, of course, pure evil. ^^

Pairings: Kakarott/Vegeta

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ they would not be allowed to
broadcast it on national TV. Oh, well, I can always dream �

Warnings:

Whole story: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal, BDSM, D/s, language,
possible OOC.

This chapter: NC-17, Lemon. No, wait: LEMON!!!

Chapter 5

It starts as a
quiet afternoon at home. A thunderstorm rages outside the picture windows and
Kakarott has built a fire in the fireplace, creating a cozy atmosphere. He�s
stretched out in his armchair with a book; I�m curled catlike on the couch
across from him with another. Mine is a science fiction novel full of
ship-to-ship space battles and maneuvers, entertaining stuff. As I read I idly
bring my tail around and play with the fur, mainly because it feels good. I've
missed my tail; when I�m relaxed and in private like this, I like to feel it
sliding through my hands.

I scratch under
the fur near the tip and I start to purr; my tail loops around my forearm,
stroking it with velvet. A movement makes me glance up. Kakarott has put his
book down in his lap and is staring at me, a smoldering look that tells me
exactly what�s going through his mind. Heh. Do I really look that good? I�m not
even trying to provoke him. Or at least, I wasn�t.

I make eye
contact for a bare moment and look down again. I take my tail tip in both hands
and stroke it gently. No sir, nothing lewd about this, not at all. I run my
hands down to give my tail more range of movement, and loop the end up to my
face. I lean my head into it as it caresses my cheeks and neck. The rest of its
length is coiled tight around my side and abdomen, slowly snaking against my
clothes; a chaste touch, nothing overtly sexual.

And if you
believe that, I�ve got a bridge I�d like to sell you. Kakarott certainly
doesn�t. While one hand holds my tail tip to my face, the other grasps it where
it comes over my side and strokes it all the way to the end. I open my mouth to
nibble at the tip, then suck on it. This time I do moan. Just performing for
him like this makes me hot; I shift my hips to relieve the pressure a bit.

Kakarott catches
the motion and he�s suddenly standing over me. I pause, let go of my tail, look
up at him; he looks ready to pound me until I can�t walk. I purr louder. He
plucks me off the couch and blasts our clothes off with his ki. Then he sits
down where I was lying and throws me across his lap. My reaction to this is
immediate: my tail curls high over my back, exposing me.

Kakarott chuckles. �You like that, do you?�

�Oh yes.�

�Do you know
what happens to people who tease me?�

�I�ve got a good
guess.�

�Guess again.�
What? He pulls my hands together in front of me. �Wrap your tail around your
wrists.� I comply, and then he uses a thread of ki to bind my tail to itself.
He�s just shackled me with my own tail! I gasp and thrust my hips up.

�Ah, ah. None of
that.� He puts his hand on my neck to hold me still. This time I see what he
does; a wave of ki and the bottle of lube that was on the end table is in his
hand. Using his tail to hold it, he opens the cap and squeezes a generous
portion onto his fingers. His hand hovers behind me and I spread my legs wider
in anticipation.

A single finger
touches my entrance. I instantly thrust back on it but he pulls away, he
doesn�t penetrate me. The hand on my neck tightens, immobilizing me. His finger
traces lazy circles around my ring until I am moaning and whimpering, begging
him wordlessly to get on with it. Finally the finger slips inside me and I make
a noise I can only describe as a squeak. If I didn�t have my mind on other
things, that would be so embarrassing. Kakarott seems to like it, though; he
purrs. He circles his finger inside me, stretching and stroking my inner walls.
I want him to touch that spot inside me, but no; I will receive that pleasure
when Kakarott wills it, not before.

He adds a second
finger and I no longer worry about what I sound like. As he thrusts them slowly
in and out I mewl shamelessly, wishing I could move. And that�s when the phone
rings.

I can sense
Kakarott getting ready to blast the thing, but it�s the priority ring, so
instead he takes the hand from my neck and teleports the phone into it. His
other hand continues to move inside me as he flips it open. �This had better be
important,� he growls into it. He listens for a moment and then throws it out
the window, so I guess not.

For some reason I�m
even more aroused by his fingering me while he�s on the phone. I feel like a
possession, a toy that only exists for Kakarott�s pleasure. And I feel oddly
touched that he wouldn�t stop what he�s doing to me just to take a call. He
leans down to lick the back of my neck, which makes me shudder. Then he adds a
third finger.

I stop feeling
impatient for more; I just wallow in the sensations that his fingers are giving
me. They swirl, stroke, spread my inner ring wide. He adds a fourth finger.
Four? He�s never used that many on me before, but I feel too good to be
curious. I completely lose track of time; I have no idea how long I lie there
as he stretches and teases me. Then his fingers withdraw.

Surely now he
will lift me up, turn me so he can sink his shaft into me. I hear him squeeze
out more lube, then I feel something at my entrance and � and �

-- he pushes his
whole fist into me. I can�t help myself; I buck against him, my tail
convulses around my wrists and my limbs thrash. �Kakarott!!�

He purrs again
and deliberately pumps his fist inside me. I moan, a long, drawn-out moan. Then
he stops. No! Not now! I need � �more!�

�All right.� He
shifts sideways so that my head is in his lap, and presses the tip of his shaft
to my lips. Yes! I swallow him whole, feeling him against my tongue and
in my throat. He starts to move his arm inside me again, hitting my sweet spot
with each long stroke. Kakarott fills me completely from both ends, and I am so
lost in pleasure that my climax takes me by surprise. And no sooner has it
faded than I�m hard again; a minute later I feel Kakarott�s climax in my
throat, and that sends me into my second orgasm in a row.

After that I
literally don�t have enough strength to move a muscle. Kakarott releases my
tail and it just lies limp beside me; I barely manage to lick the last drops of
seed from his shaft as he pulls out of me. He carefully slides his arm out of
me, leaving me feeling hollow and empty. He twists around so that he�s lying
beside me on the couch, grabs a blanket from the armrest and drapes it over us.
And that is the last thing I remember until morning.

***

Now *that* was Pure Evil. ^_^

Next chapter (coming soon): the spaceships land, and a
certain someone is not as dead as we all thought.
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