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
Author’s Note: I decided that before I go home for Christmas break that I would leave my faithful readers with this chapter to tide everyone over til I get back. It’s so sad that I have to leave. I won’t get any writing done I just know it. Oh well, here goes…
Chapter Seven (consummate)
He probably should have been worried that Cell would kill him. But no, that idea didn’t really appeal to him. Besides, the girl in his vision hadn’t seemed to have wanted his father dead. Just anyone that stood between them.
He should be glad that Cell appeared to be a whole lot smarter then the girl. And instead of barging through the front door he’d chosen to enter through the window. Although, it wasn’t like Vegeta was afraid of dying. He’d been there and done that. No big deal. But it would really suck if the android killed him before he got to fuck him again.
The prince briefly wondered if he’d be forced to spend all eternity with a hard on. Not a pleasant thought.
“I don’t take kindly to lairs, Vegeta.”
The room was poorly lit. But the Saiyan prince wasn’t one for lights and other such ocular annoyances anyway. He could see just fine in the dark. The android was dressed head to toe in that horrendous armor of his. Vegeta couldn’t help the thread of disappointment that ran through him. Somewhere deep down he wished Cell would just ditch the stuff all together, or at least wear that Gi he had conjured before. It had been so easy to tear off.
As usual, it was difficult to read the look on Cell’s face. That damned head piece he’d insisted on wearing was casting dark shadows over his pale face.
“Where have you been?” The bio mechanically creature asked quietly.
“Training.” He answered simply.
Vegeta smiled as something that he’d previously noted occurred. Cell’s eyes had a tendency to changed colors. He’d quickly learned that this was the easiest way to decipher the android’s mood. In his Perfect form Cell did a damned good job at keeping his facial expressions pretty neutral. But it would seem that the bio android had no control of this little quirk of his. Most of time Cell’s eyes stayed their normal pink hue however when you made him angry they darkened. They were almost blood red now.
The Saiyan royal smirked to himself in triumph. So he was getting under the android’s skin. But it was nothing when compared to the torment that the man had put him through during his stay in the time chamber. But it was a start. Though, the prospect of repaying the android for his suffering was appealing to the prince, it wasn’t exactly what he needed at the moment.
The little voice in the back of his head warned him that Cell was now more than capable of turning him to ash with just a thought. This he acknowledged as being true but he was sure that the android would soon have other things on his mind. Hmm…how to get him out of the ridiculous armor?
“I thought we had an agreement, Vegeta. I never thought of you as one to go back on your word. I believed you had more pride then that.”
Vegeta didn’t respond at first. He just stared back at the tall android, a teasing smirk on his face.
“Did you miss me?” He finally said.
The sound of Vegeta’s husky voice sent unexpected shivers up Cell’s spine. He was furious with the little lair. Why would he just leave without telling him? He’d been…
All thought processes ceased suddenly as the Saiyan prince slowly fell back onto the bed. It was strange how the poor unsuspecting creature had not noticed Vegeta’s state of undress before. The prince was completely nude. He also seemed to have missed the fact that the room reeked with the smell of the smaller man’s arousal.
“Well?” Vegeta purred.
The prince’s voice cut through his muddled thoughts causing Cell to focus on the sight in front of him. Vegeta was splayed out on the bed, shamelessly displaying himself. The scent of soap and coconut lingered in the air mingling with the natural spicy scent of the Saiyan.
“Heh…I’ve memorized his scent. It doesn’t mean anything. I memorize everything.” Cell thought absently.
The android’s stare never wavered as the prince of all Saiyans began to pleasure himself. Hands tracing over erect nipples and thick muscle trailing down to his abdomen. The other, shinnying with an oily substance, closing around his engorged member. The bio android observed attentively as Vegeta slowly stroked his straining erection. A contented little smirk on his face his eyes closed off from the rest of the world.
His breath quickened. He could feel his face flushing red and every drop of sweat as it beaded on his skin. He let a moan slip throw his lips as he rolled his hips in time with his movements. He even took a moment to open his eyes just enough to see how the android was fairing. It was quite an exhibition of Saiyan debauchery he was putting on.
He was sure that Cell hadn’t noticed that his own breathing had deepened and that his face was flushed that usual shade of violet. He stifled a chuckle as he watched the android loosen the strap of his head piece and pull it off. The thick colorless spikes of the creature’s unruly fringe fell over fascinated magenta orbs.
Vegeta smirked in victory. Nonetheless his torment continued and he proceeded stroking himself with new found vigor.
“Cell…” He half purred half growled.
Oh the look on the poor man’s face… Vegeta could have died right then and he would have felt like his life had been complete. The android dropped to his knees.
He watched patiently as Cell scooted closer, leaning slightly over the side of the bed to get a closer look. The pale creature’s large eyes blinked slowly as he took in every inch of gleaming bronzed flesh. He was close enough now that Vegeta was able to grab a tuff of snow tinted locks and initiate a kiss.
The android pulled away panting for breath and looking into his eyes intently. It was fascinating how so many emotions the creature could convey with just his eyes. They had long since faded back to their usual pink tone, but now they were darkening again. But not to the alarming red hue they took on in his many fits of rage but to a new color. One Vegeta couldn’t admit to seeing before. They were as purple as his son’s hair. Interesting…
“I did not miss you.” Cell said quietly.
The Saiyan prince chuckled in response.
“Enough of your sweet talk, android. Strip.”
~oo0oo~
It had to have been some sort of trick or something. Or one of those weird Namekian powers that the android had inherited because it was simply astounding how fast Cell had gotten out of that armor of his. It had looked pretty complicated but Vegeta supposed that was just all for show.
The prince didn’t really care that much one way or the other about it at this point. Because at the moment he was busy trying to breathe. Apparently super powered alien androids had no real need for oxygen, because Cell had been kissing him rather aggressively for the past five minutes with no signs of stopping for breath.
It also didn’t help much that he was less than three quarters the android’s size and that that fact was one of the main reasons he was having so much trouble with the breathing thing. Cell had to be about 230 pounds of solid muscle. Not that was a whole lot for a Saiyan to deal with but in the context of fucking and not fighting it was a bit of a problem.
Vegeta pressed the heels of his palms into Cell’s chest. In the end he had to buck his entire body violently to get his point across. Although, the huge grin on the android’s face gave the prince the sneaking suspicion that his complaint had been misinterpreted. That aside, that grin of Cell’s was vaguely disturbing. It had immediately reminded him of the great orange baka. Wonderful. Just what he needed when he was trying to fuck. The image of that annoying idiot was not encouraging.
“Stop smiling at me like that.” The prince said warily.
The android didn’t say anything. The smile he was wearing lowly turned into a smirk (A damned sexy smirk at that. Wonder where he got that from.) and ground into the smaller male beneath him. Causing the most wonderful friction between their overheated bodies, effectively bring Vegeta back to the matter at hand. Ah yes, fucking.
Vegeta spread his legs and wrapped them around the Cell’s narrow waist and rolled his hips wantonly. Rubbing their erections together and prompting a deep groan from the bio android. Cell began a trail of wet kisses from the Saiyan’s jaw line to the dip of his neck. Pausing at the place where his shoulder met to sucking and nipping at it.
The prince set about preparing them both. He wrapped his slippery palm around the android’s erection causing him to hiss through his teeth. He then without any sort of warning he squeezed his thighs tighter pulling Cell inside of him.
Two things happened at that moment. The first, Vegeta instantly wished that he had spent just a bit more time preparing himself. The second, someone had apparently hit Cell in the stomach with a 2X4… made of steel… while he wasn’t looking…or powered up because the look on the androids face was...quite satisfying actually. It made the prince’s brief discomfort worth it all.
They stayed that way for a moment longer. The both of them taking the time to adjust to the joining. Vegeta lay there as still as he could, panting silently for breath absorbed in the feeling of the pulsing hardness within him. Cell was propped up on unsteady palms, eyes closed tightly, breathing heavily through his mouth, tail lashing languidly behind him. The prince rolled his hips pushing the android’s length even deeper than it had been before.
He pried his fingers from the bruising death grip he’d had on Cell’s pale shoulder and grabbed a pillow from above his head and shoved it underneath him.
“There…now move dammit!” He commanded.
No sooner then the worlds left Vegeta’s mouth Cell began thrusting into him at an inhuman pace. The bed…hell the entire room began shaking with the sheer force that the android used to drive into him. The prince was shaking as well his body tensing up with every stroke. His knees were pressed flush against his chest and he couldn’t breathe…dammit! Stupid weak fucking body… he didn’t need to breathe! Just as long as the android keep doing that.
He ran callused hands up and down the creature’s nearly flawless skin. Spreading the drops of sweat that had gathered at the surface causing Cell to quiver and groan, muttering his name mindlessly. It brought a grin to the Saiyan face. He was the only one that would ever see the murdered this way. Shaking with need and lust. He took great pride in that. That in this he was more than capable of defeating this creature.
And then Cell rocked his hips forward hitting the sweetest of spots within him and he lost it…again. He bit down into the android’s shoulder down through the scared flesh and muscle, the coppery taste of the being’s life fluid washing over his tongue as he emptied himself between the tow of them. His head lolled back tendrils of his own sable hair falling into his face. But Cell’s pace only quickened, his strokes becoming even more violent. His gasps and grunts intensifying.
The prince had begun to make out another coherent word among the nonsense the android’s muttering had dissolved into.
“Mine.”
He was muttering it softly, breathlessly over and over. His warm breathe tickling the tingling skin on Vegeta’s neck.
“Yes…” the prince hissed.
He was close now. Vegeta’ hand ran down and over the tensing muscles in the android’s back. Down further to where the creature’s soft tail met the end of his spine. He dug blunted nails into the flesh there and the reaction was instantaneous. The bio android erupted in a primal snarl and finally sunk his teeth into the vulnerable flesh of the prince’s shoulder.
Vegeta couldn’t help the sigh of relief. Finally, the fucking android figured it out. Cell pulled away from the bleeding wound. His mouth stained with the prince’s blood. He claimed the Saiyan’s mouth in a deep kiss sharing the taste of the royal blood. He rested his forehead against the small prince’s his strokes slower now. Punctuating each word with a lazy thrust, his entire body bow tight.
“I…did…not…miss…you.” He choked out finally finding his release.
(to be continued…)
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