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[Chapter .07]
Himitsu
Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Posted: 7-27-05
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!
| ...words... | denotes thought.
Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I'd done recenly, "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.
[ Chapter .07 ]
spattered all around her mouth. I just smile as she trails her finger through the milky substance and
pushes it against my lips. I get much closer than I should have when I lean against her. What's left
of my erection lies against her stomach as I suck what should be called the eighth deadly sin
from her skin.
"Mmmh..."
have some. Regardless of impropriety. I harden again and shudder, wanting more, staring down
at Bulma as her finger slips from my mouth. I'm mezmerized by her astonishing, clear blue eyes.
Her dusky lashes flutter nervously as I feast on her beautiful face. I drown in the allure
of the small blush across the bridge of her nose, the slight sheen of her creamly, pearlescent skin
and the semen speckled on it. Traces of white linger all too close to her small mouth. A mouth I'd
seen work wonders. Perform miracles. A mouth that is open in anticipation and just a little bit of
shock. Her plump, rosy lips looking so dangerously inviting.
from pink to crimson in an instant. The heat from her flushed skin causes the seed to turn
translucent and run down her cheeks and chin like tears. The windows to her soul widen
with worry, and maybe something else. I rub my thumb just under the swell of her bottom
lip, and lean against her a little more insistently. My intentions must be quite obvious to
her, but oddly, not to me. I'm just reacting... acting on instinct as always... not thinking at all.
would want others to know about.
flesh of her lower abdomen. My tongue darts across her lips as she rests her small hands on my chest.
The skin under her palms twitches at the warm contact when I go to push my lips against hers. She
catches me by surprise when she uses what little physical strength she has to push me away.
She lowers her eyes and looks down at the messy floor of her lab. I back away from her, realizing
distance would be good right about now, and that the price for a kiss may be a bit too high. Bulma
breaths heavily. My hard-on is still jutting away from my body and she tries not to look at it
as she speaks.
you know that..." she says. Her voice dwindling as she tries to find the words.
doesn't make the urge go away. I never took Bulma for a person who would actually set limits
for herself. But I can see the reasons why now is an exception.
rather awkward situation. For tempting her... for letting myself be tempted. I still taste Bejiita at
the back of my throat, and my skin tingles where she touched. It takes every ounce of my self
control to turn and leave.
[ ..... ]
beats on my back and sweat pours down my flushed face, stinging my eyes. The heat is too much
to bear as I begin searching for relief. Any sort of respite from the what consumes me from the
inside out.
the horizon. I'm there in an instant and plunge right into the deep, freezing water. I don't even bother
to take my clothes off. I hold my breath under it for half a minute. The water blots out almost
all sound, and all light, and most heat, despite being in the middle of summer. It shuts all other
entities and influences out. Just giving me a little time to think. Cold, dark, no sound, and nothing
around but the swiling mass of water and thought. The perfect place for temporary solitude for a man
with my... particular problems. When my lungs beg me to give them air, I float back to the surface
on my back. The water seems to steam as if it were evaporating off my feverishly hot skin. I let
the water cool me until I can think straight again.
[ ..... ]
Like I have not eaten, or breathed, or slept in days. My 'wife' rushes to greet me.
I explain nothing. I really wouldn't even know where to begin anyway. So I say...all I can say.
to keep myself standing.
[ ..... ]
remember back to the time when our marriage and home was a happy one all the time. I think of the day our
first son was born, and how beautiful she looked when she held him. How much she smiled. How her hair looked
down and clinging to her sweaty brow. I miss that Chichi. The one that thought nothing but good things about
me. I smile as I'm able to sleep without being plagued by guilt of what I'd almost done. None of my usual
thoughts of sweat, and moans and thrusting. No dreams about people and a life I can't have.
[ ..... ]
past noon when Goten decides he wants to watch TV. He sits down at the far end of the couch as I pull
myself from my slumber's warm embrace.
been tired not to notice it, for it not to wake me up. Yea that must be it.
[ ..... ]
nothing but desert and sparsely placed, dried out trees. A desolate, lifeless area. Hmm. I land a few feet
from him. His arms are crossed and his back is to me. I wish he'd turn around. Seeing him from behind
makes me... uneasy. Speaking of which, why has he called me here anyway? Bulma's no where in sight, and
it's not like them to screw outdoors--
he know? How does he always know!? Did she tell him? She wouldn't...
heinous glare yet, before becoming utterly and completely silence. It's now that I start to worry in
earnest, because it's always better to keep him taking. At least at that point you could try to
reason with him, or by some miracle talk him out of it. But its when he goes quiet, that he goes
to work. It's then you have the most to lose.
evident. I know he's itching to draw blood. But this time he does not try to physically beat me. No
punches, no kicks, no ki blasts and no profanity. None of his usual vengeful techniques. This time he
fights his battle like a true tactician. Instead of punching me, he hits me where it really hurts. Where
he could do the most damage with the least effort. The most gratifying kind of defeat
to dish out on an opponent.
Stroke his ego even! He loves that. ]
like that. But it was still wrong... "I've seen the way you look at her Kakarotto! I can fucking smell
you on her!!" He barks out harshly. For once he has every right to be angry. Because he thinks I tried
something. Which I had. Does he think she was unfaithful? She wasn't. He thinks I would try to steal
Bulma from him? Throw away our friendship, my wife, family, marriage, everything I had gained for
sex. For Bulma? Well it wasn't at all far from the truth.
will always appeal to me. She's a beautiful woman, intelligent, kind, feisty, and one of my oldest
friends. A friend I'd fantasized about for weeks now.
the floor like animals instead of being home and attending to my so called wife, or trying to mend
the rips in our marriage. My obsession with watching, my debauched, mindless love of the taste of
his seed, and my invasions of Bulma's personal space didn't lend much to my credibility or my
faithfulness. Lord only knows the thoughts than ran through my head. And I did try to ...to...
and deserved to be punished. But like a child I wanted what I wanted and that's all there was to it.
promise Kakarotto! You lay a finger on her again I'll beat you within an inch of your life and she'll
go tell your little wife where you run off to every other day!"
whole world is angry with me.
this really about?!" This anger of his had been building long before I... starting getting too friendly
with Bulma. From way back when I started spending time with her, whether he was there or not. Even
through his rightful anger there seems to be another reason for this outburst.
feel so much like just an outsider looking in. I feel like we're actually friends. Why did I do that..?
Why couldn't I just leave well enough alone? Now Bejiita seems worse than ever. Like the old,
temperamental, violent Bejiita that despised me. How quickly things can change. I really didn't
mean to do it-- It's not my fault. It's him! I think to myself staring daggers down at the crotch
of my pants. Like this whole situation was my own penis's doing all along. Like it temporarily thought
and made decisions for me from time to time.
very low and very serious.
ridiculous! You're the one who invited me in the first place! And flaunted your sex life!" Yea. Like
he made me look. He wasn't being ridiculous. He was right and this only seems to piss him off more. He
gets right in my face.
I should have stopped peeping long ago. If I hadn't gotten pulled into their world, trying to live
vicariously through them, wanting to be with them, I could have kept living on in my blissful pathetic
ignorance. But I didn't. The only reason I've been able to learn so much and witness so many new
things was because he let me. He gave me permission. Permission to watch something fascinating,
something rare, something wonderful. They gave me freedom in a way I'd never felt. From Bulma
I'd gain confidence. In Bejiita I gained a friend. Why would he suddenly take that away from
me?! Why am I blaming him instead of myself? Why did Bulma have to be so kind, so enticing?
Why did Bejiita have to taste so good? Why do I need to be around them so much? Why is
the only place I really think of as home now made forbidden?
never thought I could feel hate. Not towards him, not towards anyone. Rage builds almost
uncontrollably under my skin. I feel a scowl pull and twist my face as I lunge towards him.
Bejiita backs up one step, looking worried, but not nearly worried enough.
connects with his head. Time goes back to its normal speed just as his body whips around from the
force of my kick. If it had been anyone else, I would have taken their head off. But not him. He stops
spinning and holds the side of his head in disbelief, looking a bit dazed and absolutely furious.
The look is replaced with his trademarked sneer. In an instant he bursts into super saiyajin and is
gone from my sight only to reappear right next to me. I pull back just in time to see his foot get
close enough to my face so that if I felt so inclined, I could have counted the number of gold
bands at the tip of his boots.
one of pain as I ram my fist into his unprotected side. His eyes widen and blood spews from his
mouth as punches come down on him like rain. "Ggnnhh!!!" He makes that strange, thick, throaty, groan
when I break one of his ribs. All at once my skin gets feverishly hot and I shudder violently when
I'm reminded of what it is I won't get to see or hear or learn about anymore. Beside myself with rage,
I bend his arm back to hold him in place and grind my fist into his broken rib.
feel a strange, and decidedly sick little tremor run through me as I wonder if in some way he's
actually enjoying this. Pain, pleasure, they really did sound exactly the same from him. I punch
him once more in the back of the head and he falls to the ground at my feet with a pained grunt.
No Ki, no dodging, no taunts or ultimatums, just pain and screams. Normally, I'm never so vicious
during a fight. Even when I'm battling some enemy that threatens to kill me or my friends and family,
I hold back. I never let myself get this pissed. What is it about him that makes him so different?
How can he bring out this side of me? He's done nothing to truly warrant my wrath. In fact, I
should be here on the floor broken and bleeding. Not him.
punishment he can take. If not for the blood he was hacking up and his torn clothes, he wouldn't even
look hurt. His panting slows as he tries to stand. He looks up at me with so much hate in his eyes.
through his clenched teeth. Suddenly a sizable ki blast is flung at me at very short range.
"You have no right!!" It burns my fingers as I catch it just before it sears my face off. While
I'm distracted with his ki ball, he uses that time to put some distance between us. I finally get
control of it and throw it towards his retreating back. "GAAH!! Uh...!" he screams as he gets
caught with his own ki. I teleport right above him and ram him back down to the ground.
own weight. Again. Just like last time.
as I try to push him further into the rock. He lies under me, breathing harshly, squirming under the force
of my rage, clearly in pain from the added pressure on his possibly dislocated shoulder. He sweats from
heat and useless exertion, barely having landed a single good hit the entire time. My heart thuds in my
chest and blood rushes past my ears. His mouth is moving, words and blood trickle from his lips
but I can't hear him. I stare down at him, my anger, and dare I say blood lust temporarily assuaged.
vigorously to get them to leave me be. But they don't. This time there are none of him with Bulma, no
scenes of a pink vibrator being inserted into his orifice and him loving every minute of it, no snippets
of memory where his delicious cum splatters on Bulma's face or breasts. No stilettoes. No spanking, no
fellating, no doggy style sex. None of those.
could hear me.
penetrating stare. A stare that said he knew everything.
in his mouth.
I had throbs painfully as if in response to his question. A question that was always unspoken. Thought
but never asked. He already knows the answer to that. Of course he does. Damn him for making me see
it too...
a good hit and pulls me out of my spell of misdirected rage. The blow is hard enough to throw me off him
and send me rolling away several feet. I stagger back a few steps before whirling around and looking at him
angrily. Blood trickling down my chin as I hold my bruised cheek. As if I had any good reason to be angry
with him. He looks at me with that superior smirk on his face as he moves to stand.
in my pants. Not even trying to deny it. Why bother hiding it? Especially from him. That doesn't stop me
from being pissed at him though.
catch his breath, covering his broken rib with his one good arm, yet he still manages to keep laughing. The
motion forces more blood to leak through his teeth and spill down the sides of his mouth.
There's the sound of wind howling through cavernous rock. Small weeds tumble across the desert pavement
where we'd decided to come and have our little 'heart to heart chat.'
our chuckles rise to almost hysterical laughter. I laugh at the situation. At him. And most importantly, at myself.
We laugh at each other. He holds his ribs, and I cup my cheek. Still laughing, feeling like shit. Horny shit. How
silly we must look.
Continued.
A/N. As mentioned before, this fic is a sexual exploration and discovery for Gokuu, who oddly enough has
had very little sex in the story thus far. In this chapter I dabble with sexual confusion and sexual sadism. Not to
confuse anyone, by sexual sadism I don't mean whipping, or spanking, or candle wax. Nothing so tame.
But having true violence and pain paired with arousal and erotica. Yea.