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[Chapter .05]
Himitsu
Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Written: 6-20-05
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 .05]
[ ..... ]
I fly very slowly this time. Just thinking. I never though of Bejiita and Bulma's relationship as a loving one.
I thought it was all arguments and make up sex with them. Today made me realize that it was my own
relationship that is hollow and incomplete.
never around enough. Never help out enough. Never smart or business-minded enough. Never fashionable
enough. Never enough.
helped defeat. All the friends I've made. Remembered my two sons and all the accomplishments and
attributes I had to be proud of. But what I couldn’t remember was the last time Chichi really seemed
to care about me. I can barely remember the time when she wasn't yelling, or complaining or making me
seem as if I had no good or redeemable qualities. She complained and talked down to me to the point where
I have to question if she really loved me at all.
of the house. To get away from her.
smile on my face and pretend everything's fine as always.
[ ..... ]
wife, but to the rejoice of my ear drums.
in his beloved Gravity Room, practicing a long remembered and mastered kata under enough weight to crush
a rock into dust, while he reminisces about days long past, or the birthright he was denied, or what the chef
has planned for dinner that night. And of course... when he and Bulma weren't enjoying their carnal pleasures,
he just does silly, mundane things. Things I didn't think the 'great Bejiita' would bother with. Like reading.
Like eating. Like sleeping. Normal things that he would like to lead you to believe were beneath him. Like he
needed no food, and needed no rest because he was the prince of the saiyajin! As if his royal status had made
him immune to the basic needs of survival.
Maybe the couch isn't that big, perhaps it's just when he isn't projecting his larger than life persona
do you realized just how small, and compact he physically is. The plush, navy blue velvet couch practically
swallows him up with its rounded, fluffy cushions. His small, powerful body sinks into the finely made piece of
furniture as he moves languidly in his sleep. Pushing a gold trimmed, tasseled throw pillow on the floor. It's so
lavish and ornate. Like so many things in this place.
wealth. Bejiita, for all the money at his disposal, and having lived literally like a prince for at least some of
his life, seemed very Spartan in his living at times. What's more, after having seen Bulma inside her lab, with her hair
and clothing unkempt from tinkering, and creating and mulling over new theorems and inventions for days
with little sleep, nor a shower, it was easy to forget the sybaritic, lavish life they could easily take advantage
of if they so wished.
his majesty's slumber.
Bulma whispers, pulling me away from my silent musings. I look back over my shoulder as she walks towards
Bejiita and I with small, red rimmed reading glasses balanced on the bridge of her nose and a clip board
of numbers and words too complicated for me to bother understanding or asking about.
does everyday so I think nothing of it now." Bulma goes on, insinuating a number of things.
His face relaxed and handsome and serene. His small mouth slightly open. His breathing light and inaudible.
I've been told I snore.
on for days now.
[ ..... ]
combination that smelled faintly like Bejiita's GR. It makes me wonder what else Bulma did in
here if it wasn't experiments. I'm sure you can guess.
and looks like nothing I'd ever seen before. But as huge as it is, Bulma shows me its still able to shrink
itself down to the size of a capsule.
her crystal blue eyes. I have no idea what it is nor what it does. But I have a feeling it will revolutionize
the world for someone someday. Not to mention it would make her even wealthier than she and her
family already was.
flitting around the lab like a bee between flowers. She darts from table to table, picking up various chemicals
and beakers and jars. Always one step or one drop away from making something dangerous or explosive.
She speaks about her first invention and how proud her mother was. About the way she tweaked Bejiita's
GR. She remarked on all the things she'd come across in her years as a scientist, yet still had not come up
with a cure for the common cold. He laughter is light and airy.
Bulma speaks makes everything seem positive and bright. Like even the most down trodden person could regain
their hope and faith just by listening to her and her little stories.
appearance catches us off guard. He looks at Bulma. His expression just on the verge of looking hurt.
descriptions and explanations of the machine's functions and how she modified it from when Bejiita last
saw it. They basically talk over my head and my mind and eyes wander around the room as they talk.
rows of filing cabinets and reams of paper.
Bulma says in disgust as she presses her lab coat to her nose and makes a face.
the master bathroom for much needed cleaning and beautification. Though she's beautiful, even
when she's filthy.
corner of the room.
I just enjoy the smell and feel of the balmy, fragrant air on my perspiring skin before I realize my
very foolish mistake.
stacks of notes and paper. They whirl around behind me and litter the floor before I quickly shut
the window. That short moment of relief from the heat and smell sure did cost me.
he should have. I scratch my head in embarrassment, afraid to touch anything else thinking I'd only make
things worse. I hang back and watch him as he tries to undo the damage. He and bents over to pick up
the papers that had fallen on the floor here and there and for a moment, I am completely transfixed by
the curvature of his backside.
glass beakers. The long mathematic computations, equations and algebraic scribbles across a huge chalk
board. The blue material that stretched across a surprisingly pert...
time to time. But I've never found it so fascinating or alluring before. Why now? The whole ordeal is more
than a bit alarming. But I can't help but feel amazed at how little his tight blue training uniform hid. From
certain angles it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
But there it is, pointing up at me again. Telling me how wrong I am. My flesh hardens completely, to the point
where it becomes a little painful. The paper is scattered everywhere and he mutters and curses to himself
hoping he hadn't mixed her experiments and documents up too much.
of heat under my skin. Starting from my feet and moving upward until it ends at my face.
still was, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
but... Having him sorting through papers, having his muscular back towards me, having him bent over while his
impressive package, even when flaccid, was still visible through his clothing does not remind me of anything
I'd seen before. Except him, when he was naked. The more I stare, the stronger the feeling gets. The stronger
the urge gets. The urge to...
going on behind him. But there always has to be something to give me away. I back up into a desk where
Bulma keeps her extra test tubes and beakers. And of course they topple over the edge of the table and fall.
In a flurry of movement I'm able to quietly catch and put back all but one. It falls and shatters, just like my
hopes that he wouldn't turn around.
god how guilty I must look! It would be almost funny if it didn't feel so humiliating. Even though I'm blushing
furiously, and sporting a monstrous hard on, my eyes betray me the most. They dart about the room, trying
to look everywhere but at him.
I shut the door behind me and just stand in the middle of the room, breathing heavily, looking at my flushed,
embarrassed face in the mirror. But I can't even hold my own gaze for very long. I sit down on the toilet, hang
my head and shut my eyes.
punch it, kick it, give it ultimatums or threats. It will not retreat if I gave it a dirty look or threaten it with violence.
Its so hard to fight what you cannot see. I just close my eyes, grit my teeth, and wait and hope for it to just go
away. Like a child.
understand, the things I just didn't want to deal with before he knocks on the door.
real issue of why I'm in here. I just laugh inwardly. Nice way to break the tension. He could be really funny
if he wanted to be.
me as I stare down at the oh so fascinating floor tiles.
[ ..... ]
is still producing. I arrive at my little mountain home and fly in right through the open window. Chichi hates that,
so I've already put her on edge.
when I silence her constant nagging with my mouth. I kiss her furiously, like I'd die if our lips parted. I lean into her
completely, pushing her up against the counter. She yelps into the kiss and I use the opportunity to sweep my tongue
in. I growl into her mouth as I grope with her left breast without hesitation.
dripping from his fork back onto the plate unnoticed. I pull my head back breaking the kiss to stare at a very stunned
Chichi. She wears a look of confusion and the early kindling of arousal despite her notions of propriety and silly taboos
or sin she's attached to pleasure. She's in a bit of a shocked daze, for once she is speechless.
and not as spacious and utilitarian as Bejiita's, but frankly it doesn't matter. Right now the decor of the room is the last
thing on my mind.
[ ..... ]
and groan thanking whatever god was responsible for the feeling of a warm body around me. But apparently god's gifts come
with a price.
blend into raven hair as Chichi is under me again. saying my name in breathy little murmurs. Then... my eyes widened at who I
think I see under me, gasping and groaning in that strange, thickly accented voice. Alarming. Unnerving. I blink rapidly, trying to
clear my head, still pushing into Chichi with reckless abandon. Now I see three people all at once, their bodies somehow
overlapping, intertwining. It's amazing how going so long without sex played with your head. Yea that's what it was...
slick friction around my too long neglected phallus. It's a selfish, angry sort of sex. I've grown tired of her prudishness.
Tired of her refusal to let me preform my "sinful duties." I do not attend to her needs before hand as I would normally
attempt to. I do not timidly broach the subject, try to kiss her and hope it all goes well. It barely registered that Goten had
seen us. I did not ask nor care if she was in the mood before hand. I didn't care and I don't want to think about anything.
I don't think about my voyeurism. Not about how much better in bed Bejiita was than me. Nor how much more satisfied Bulma
was than Chichi had ever been. Don't want to think about what I felt looking at Bejiita that way. Don't want those uncomfortable
questions answered. Don't want to think about the new found urge to cheat on my wife, nor with whom. I just need release.
I need that feeling of nothingness. That feeling of freedom from all conscious thought and worldly desire that only an orgasm
can give. If even for a moment.
I pant above her, Shaking my head, getting the last of the images out of my mind before I collapsed next to her. Now, I just
need to rest and breathe. To my surprise, I actually feel half way competent in bed. I feel different. Nothing I'd done today
was typical of me and the change feels just great. If Jiita had been watching, he would have been proud.
little stunt. And I'm sure I'll be at church yet again before the week is out.
Continued.