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Bejiita Unattached	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bejiita - Unattached

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Written: 5-15-03

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Yaoi, rather lemony, lil angsty, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^

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

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

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All at once, steely arms are around me and my face is buried in the crook of his neck as he hugs me tightly, shaking slightly.

"Papa..?"

"I'll be there for you... when you need me," he whispers. Then he was gone.

I left my room a minute later to find my mother. To find answers. An explanation. Something. I found them in my father's room, and my mother sitting on his bed. Her face buried in a wrinkled, navy, pinstripe suit as she sobbed. She looked up, but not at me.

"It still smells like him..." she says quietly, her words somewhat muffled by the fabric.

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Part 9

The thunder booms. The rain taps and drums on the wooden roof like tiny fingers. I sit by my fireplace lisng tng to the popping and crackling of the burning wood. Marveling at the combination of sounds. Fixating myself on them so I wouldn't think of... him.

So I told him I love him. And now he's back home with his wife.

Like I should be.

Somehow I knew this would happen. The fire snaps particularly loud drawing my attention back to the burning cinders. The louder tapping makes an interesting melody with the rain and... my heart leap my my throat when I realize that tng ing is someone at the door.

Someone.

It could have been anyone.

I'm so glad it's him.

I run to the door and fling it open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, as if annoyed that it obstructed my view of him.

He stands there silently in the shower of wrainrain. Rain that had not let up for hours. Until now. The clouds finally begin to part and dissipate. His hair is wet and heavy, and s dos down over his face. The fabric of his clothes cling to him like a bulky second skin. His head and eyes are lowered. I can't see his face. I want to so badly.

"Bejiita...?"

He does not answer, but instead, he leans forward and rests his head on my chest. His ear over my heart. I feel his shoulders shake sporadically and minutely before I realize he's crying.

| Why...? |

I look down. To his right is a small bag; some capsules, some clothes, small personal belongings. A bag could only mean one thing.

He's free...

But that freedom came at a heavy price. I pray that I'm worth all he gave up. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight.

| He'd really do that... for me? |

His silent sobbing slowly subsides.

"Kakarotto..." he says moving back in my arms slightly to speak. But he does not look up.

"I gave them up... for you."

My heart was touched, but saddened.

"Bejiita... are you sure... I'm worth it? How can you k--"

"Yes." He says this without hesitation.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because I love you. Because you are the only one who can truly understand me."

"Because you are free in all the ways that I am not... "

"Because you are you."

He had me with 'I love you.' I felt like laughing. I felt like crying. I wanted to hold him and never let go.

He looks up finally. His gaze dark, piercing, and unnerving, yet warm, enticing, and exciting all at once. His eyes burned like hot coals. My heart beats irregularly, and I feel warmer despite the cool, moist air.

"There so many thing's in my life I'm not happy about. But... when we fight... whenever I'm with you... I--"

"You don't have to think about anything else?" I finish for him, because I already knew what he would say. Because when he is near, my mind is completely calm and clear.

Emotion danced in his inky eyes as he smiled. A small smile. So tiny as if only smiling to himself at some private revelation.

"Kakarotto."

"Hn?"

"Kiss me..."

My eyes widen at his sudden request. My heart beat even faster, and his speeds to match it. I lean in rather shyly, amazed at how forward I was earlier, surprised at how brave I was and wondering what all that bravery had gone now. As if I had never kissed him before... How strange.

Our lips only meet for an instant. Just the faintest touch. A whisper of a caress. I feel a sweet shudder run through me, and a ghost of a moan pushes past my lips...just from that... I'm already pulling him to me as he whispers "unn ..again.." The word comes out as more of a breathy murmur than a request. Closing his eyes, he tips his head back waiting for me to comply.

I press my lips to his again. Longer this time, until they tingle. Bejiita closes the tiny bit a space left between us and molds his sinewy body against mine.

"More... more!.." he moans demandingly, and hotly into my mouth. I needn't be told twice. We kissed again and again. Each time letting go more and . I . I find myself holding him tighter and tighter, as a warm shudder danced through me. But they seemed to tear through Bejiita's slighter frame, reducing him to nothing more than a mass of trembling, unstable nerves. He twines his fingers through my hair and pulls me down, while one hands is fisted in my shirt, preventing me from moving away. His hardened phallus already needy and digging into my thigh.

"Unnnm!..umph!" His moans drowned out by our lips, but still quite audible. They are accompanied by his short gasps, and pants. I feel myself harden as well.

All we did was kiss! I pull back gasping for air.

"N...nani? Why'd you stop..? His words thick and gravely. The deepness of his voice raises the hairs on the back of my neck. They eat away at what little resolve I have left, as well as betraying his waning patience.

He smirks, dark and devilish. He drags me forward by my shirt and crushes his lips to mine again. His heart hammers against my chest. My eyes shoot open and I suddenly come to life when I feel his hot tongue slip into my mouth. His hardenedsh tsh throbs against my leg, and mine against his stomach. We begin to rub against each other slowly, as choked groans force their way past our kiss-swollen lips.

"Immm.. hhm ..mm!!" Without breaking the kiss, he begins to pull at my clothes. Gently at first as he tugs my shirt out of my pants.

"MMmh!!" I suck in air sharply through my nose when he sucks on my tongue and nudges me back inside the house with his body. That tongue of his works wonders! I think to myself as he pulls me down to the floor suddenly and rolls me under him. "Ah..aHhh!..nnh..nn" His hands are everywhere now and he pulls another moan from me. Then another. I know it will not be the last. He hears me and becomes even more frenzied. He rocks lean hips into mine, moaning in time with every thrust, beforereacreaches down to squeeze me right through my pants.

"Unnk... UUuuhh!" another guttural moan is ripped from my throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my strength leaves me. Lost in a sea excitement and pleasure, I almost don't notice when that mouth of his moves to my shirt, or the teeth tearing the fabric. His hands ripping away the what his teeth missed, a crazed look in his eyes.

"Ah!? ..Be..Bejiita!!?" I look down, stunned to see chunks of my shirt being tossed aside as he gets started on my pants. I'm already almost naked while he is still clothed. I'd been naked in from of other people more times than I could count. But never really in front of him. I shivered slightly under his gaze. It was focused and intense and ravenous. He looked as if he would eat me alive. I felt a pang of fear even as my stomach knotted from anticipation and arousal. What a strange combination.

"Be..jiita..s.low down!! You don-- unk!!" I yell trying to sit up under his weight, only to be pushed down and pinned to the floor by my shoulder. Still holding me down he sweeps his tongue over my right nipple. "Mmh..oh!" Whatever anxiety I felt a moment ago began to dissolve as I arcintointo his touch. "OOhh!!" He bites it just before rolling it under his tongue. Then I feel my pants go the way of my shirt and his tongue ventures much lower. I watch as my prince takes me all the way down into his hot mouth, and everything else just fades away. I let out small, almost pained moans every time his head bobs up and down between my legs. I can't see exactly what he's doing with his mouth, but I can feel everything. The texture of his tongue. The quickness of its strokes. The ridges at the roof of his mouth. The pressure of his lips. The scorching heat around me, robbing me of my sanity.

"AHHh!!...Uuh! .oh!..oh god...!" My head swims, and the world begins to spin. I feel needles under my skin, and butterflies in my stomach. And warm. Everything is so warm. For several minutes my body was not my own. I could do nothing but scream and thrash around under him. I couldn' t keep still if my life depended on it. I felt him growl, low and deep around my hardness. My eyes shoot open. "Uh...UUNnngk Ah!!!" I feel my back bend like a bow of it's own accord, and I let out another guttural shout right before a surprised yelp as he flips me over on my stomach suddenly. My flushed face against the cool stone floor. The chill and the sound of clothes rustling behind me somewhat snaps me out of my haze.

|Wait...this isn't ...quite right...|

"Bejiita..?" I say as I turn around, but become momentarily distracted by his now half naked, trembling state. His breathing and heartbeat are freakishly erratic. He tosses his shirt to the floor. Then he moves to the fly of his jeans, pulling at the zipper with clumsy shaking hands, nearly ripping his pants in the process. Annoyed that they're in his way.

A sigh to calm myself, and another of realization. At this rate it'll be over much too soon. I put my hands over his and his head snaps up suddenly. He blinks several times as if just becoming aware of his actions. Sanity and recognition returns to his face.

"Bejiita... not this way. And not here." His eyes widen and he looks around. We're on the stone floor, in front of my half broken door, our tattered clothes strewn about. Not necessarily the most romantic of places. He was so caught up in the moment he didn't think of anything else. Just waiting to sate the need that's been burning him for so long. But that's not all this is about. There's more to making love than that... A lot more.

I don't say this aloud, because I don't need to. This time, he can see it in my eyes. He looks away, suddenly ashamed of his own neediness and haste. I lean in and kiss his frown away.

"It's okay... I'm not much better see?" He looks down at the few scraps of clothing clinging to me and the rigid flesh between my legs. I could have stopped him, been a little more adamant about takit sit slow. But I want it just as much. Just as willing to throw him to the ground and take my pleasure in him over and over again. But we'll have plenty of time for that later.

"This is our first. I don't want just a quick tumble. I don't want to just 'get it out of my system.' I want you. All of you. Everything." He nods in understanding, but does not meet my eyes. I hold his face in my hands and make him look at me.

"It's just you and me now ... remember? There's no need to rush." A soft kiss. "I'm not going anywhere." Another brush of lips. "Not without you" He looks both sorrowful and overjoyed. It's truly amazing how so many opposing traits can exist harmoniously inside him.

It's why I love him so.

I kiss him again letting my lips linger a little longer than they should. We part with a gasp for breath. Though minutely, he's trembling again, as am I. He lifts one hand to cover mine, then squeezes it tightly. "K...kakarotto...I don't think I can wait much ...longer.."

"Un.." I agree, noticing the straining bulge against the seam of his pants. I kiss him again as I transmit us somewhere else.

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The grassy field, with the one oak tree. How appropriate. The field was open and airy, yet secluded all at once. We've trained here. We've talked here. I've confessed here. I've lost myself here. And I will do it again, only this time, not with a phantom created by my mind, but the real thing.

I do not dwell on our surroundings for long when his lips pull my attention back to him.

His tongue strokes mine and I take the time to taste him fully, discover his own unique flavor, catch his distinctive scent, learn the texture of his skin, his quirks, his passions, his interests, no matter how small or mundane. Everything. Once will not be enough. Even a lifetime. But I'm willing to give it as long as it takes.

Kakarotto smiles warmly as he pulls me into his lap. Our lips meet again. I will never tire of this. "Imm...hnn." I feel my stomach twist and knot and flutter as I let out a shuddering moan. Kakarotto runs his hands over my bare back and I lean into him. Those hands I've already begun to love roam further down my back to squeeze my ass.

"Ah..!" My head lolls back slightly, and he takes this opportunity to attack my throat. The flat if his tongue lapping over my Adam's apple in long strokes, then up over my chin before plunging back into my mouth. "Unnmph!" He pushes me over into the grass, still wet with rain, but warm from the sun. Then his mouth is on me again in an instant, as if compelled to never part from my skin again. I shake with desire as his hands joined his talented tongue and mouth. They run down my sides then back up to my pecks, his nails scraping my skin slightly, making me quake even more. He rolls my nipples under his thumbs. I bite my lip to keep the scream that wanted to spill past my lips, when his teeth find them as well. "Immn!" I'm usy soy so vocal during sex, funny that now that it's with the one I really want, I'm holding back. He licks it with lightning quick strokes. I squirm under him, biting my lips so hard they would bleed. And he knows it. A hand moves to pry my lip free of its bondage.

"Never do that. Don't hold back. Not in front of me..." he says huskily.

He sits back on his heels and removes my pants far more slowly and neatly than I did his. My pants are off and gone and I make myself look him in the eye, despite the heat bubbling up to my cheeks at being nude in front of him. Somehow around him I always feel bare, always open and exposed as if he could see me like no one else. He just stared, taking in every inch of what is revealed to him, things on the surface, and those that aren't so apparent. Then he licks his lips and my pulse quickenes again.

He bathes my body with his slippery tongue, and alternates using it with his teeth.

| So he likes to bite too? |

He paints all sorts of patterns with it, every area it touches is brought screaming to life. He pulls all sorts of sounds from me. Some even I had never heard before. But this time I didn't hold back.

"OH..ooh..un..UNNngk...gnn..aahh K..akar..ott..o!!" I yelled in my pleasured delirium. After a while, my moaning and shouts are lost to me. He stimulates every part of me. All but one. "OOnnn..!" One crucial place, left untouched on purpose. To torture me. My hands travel to his shoulders and push down on them with insistent pressure.

"K..kakarotto...ah..no more!!... I..want.." I rasped through my moans, but he was already way ahead of me. He was already nipping and the soft line of curls leading to the thatch above my need. "Ahh!!...ooh...unn.uhgk..!!" He hadn't even reached it yet but I was already bucking under him like a loon. Then he paused, as if struck with an idea.

| God don't stop now! |

"Bejiita." I look up to see his face flush to an attractive shade of crimson. The blush across the bridge of his nose begged to be kissed, but perhaps later.

He lies down on his back in the grass next to me, and taps his chest twice with a hand. "Bejiita, come, sit here..." Willing to do anything and everything he asks, I straddle his board chest, though I'm still not sure what he's planning. That is, until suddenly he drags me forward by my hips and engulfs my burning length into his sweet mouth.

Just like the first time our lips met no more than a few hours ago, it began with a small, shocked gasp. My eyes are wide open, I shudder violently, tense up and then go completely boneless. But this time, there was no reason to hide my enjoyment of the moment.

"oohn!..Ah...AHHhgk!!" a startled, strangled moan is torn from my lips. I watched my hardness disappear and reappear from his mouth. I watch him work his incredible magic, letting out small, desperate whimpers of disbelief of how achingly good it felt in spite of myself. The entire time he watched me writhe above him with glazed, half-lidded eyes. His hands bracing me at the small of my back. The blush across his nose only deepened with every groan and shout he pulled from me. He enjoys giving as much as I'm enjoying receiving.

"UUnnnH!! Oh..Kaka..r..Ooohn!!" I my hips began thrusting towards his divine mouth against my will. I don't want to choke him, but kami I can't help it! My body no longer listens to me. It only obeys pleasure now. As suspected, he held my bucking hips in place but sucked even faster. Almost too fast. I feel the strange sort of euphoric insanity threatening to roll over me at any given moment.

"IIinnh! AHhnn!!...ah..K..Ka...s..sto--!.." I barely choke out even as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I try to pull back from him, to starve off what's coming. "Hsss! UNN!..ngk...stop!" He does not. "AHh! ..God!.. Kakaro..tto Stop!!" I finally summon the strength to pull back a little grabbing his attention, and not a moment too soon.

"UNn..not this way... I want you.. in me..." I pant hovering above him, finding it very difficult to talk. I know he's been dying to do this, but he would not until I give the 'okay.' He smiles a small smile, managing to look innocent despite his red cheeks. Despite the smell of raw sex pouring off of him in waves. Despite all we we had done, and what he is about to do to me.

He pulls me forward so that I'm nearly sitting on his face. "Oon.." I let out a small, breathy pant when I feel his tongue dart out to lick the space between my testicles and what would soon be my entrance. He pushes the slick organ into me and I instantly wonder how it is that I, that both of us have been able to starve off orgasm for so long. It becomes more and more difficult with the every undulating movement of his tongue, preparing me whatwhat's to come. Merely thinking of it makes the ache that much harder to bear. Makes my fragile patience snap like twi--

"Aah!...UHHgk! ahh!!!" I let out a horse shout of pure pleasure and pain as I'm lifted and positioned over his shaft before he pushes into me with little warning, and even less restraint. When the spirals of light stop exploding behind my eyes I am able to focus enough to see his face. He bares his teeth in an almost feral grimace. A last ditch effort to keep still and let me adjust after the swift entry. His eyes are scrunched closed, but he manages to squint up at me eventually, to my face, then down to the part of me that throbbed and ached for his touch. He shuts his eyes again quickly. Looking may be his undoing. His whole body quakes and screams will every fiber of it's being for him to move. The tendons in his neck standing out under his skin from the strain of waiting. But other than the erratic rise and fall of his chest from his harsh panting, he does not budge. If I want this to go on I have to lead the way.

Tentatively, experimentally, I shift my hips against him, completely unprepared for the effect it will have on me, on both of us. His eyes snap open at the movement and he looks up at me with a painfully aroused and almost panicked expression. His hips bucked under me suddenly, sending a wave of something I'd never quite felt before. With great effort he struggled to slow his traitorous body. "I.. don't.. wanna-- nnhg!! Un.. I don't wanna hurt y..you!!" He chokes out, trembling violently.

| Always considerate... even now |

"Don't hold back. Not with me..." I mimic his earlier words and start to grind my hips into his.

"Be..jiii..taaaa..." He hisses through his teeth. He hesitates at first, but then I feel his warm hands grab my hips and push me down as he pistons into me, slowly at first, then gradually escalated into frantic, reckless abandon.

"UN..UUHh...aah..Onn..B..ejiita!!" He shrieked. His hips bucking completely off the ground under me, into me. Driving me insane. "AAAghk!!!..UNh!" Short, nearly anguished cries and moans are the only sounds heard from me. He is not rough, but he is not gentle either. He takes me hard and fast, just like I knew he would. This may be our first time...

"OOOh!!..oh!! oOH!"

...but taking it slow is almost impossible when we are in such a state.

"NNggh! Oh!! Be..jiita! ...Bejii..ta...!" he moans my name like it was a mantra. Listening to him only made it worse! Kami I can't take this kind of torture anymore! I moved one of the hands I'd been using to support my weight above him to stroke myself, but Kakarotto grabs my wrist. He bites his lip and shakes his head, holding my arm at my side. I try to out maneuver him and use my other hand, but that is restrained as well.

I snarl down at him over my own groans and he smirks at me. I feel him angle his hips a little differently. He hits a bundle of nerves and everything goes dark. Vaguely, I hear my own screaming as my head lolls back on my shoulders as he fucks me nearly unconscious. Even in my own mind, that sounds terribly crass, yet terribly arousing. Stroking myself is instantly forgotten. Our cries, shouts and profanity are all that can be heard in an otherwise quiet, serene afternoon. We scream and yell rather incoherently.

"IIIINghh..!! Be..bejii...so...you feel so...!!"

"OOh! UUhhGhh!!...Unn! ..shit! ...More..give me more!!!"

"K..Kami!!..such a sweet ass..!!"

"NNNhh!! Uh! ....Faster!!" I yell gritting my teeth, delirious with pleasure. My arms fall limply to my sides as I ride him. His hands abandon my arms and return to my waist, squeezing tightly as he howls.

We've gone way beyond 'letting go,ond ond letting loose.' The innocent image of Kakarotto is now a distant memory. The very bonds that hold me together unravel with every thrust of his hips. I'ming ing apart at the seams. It's almost frightening, to trust, to bare myself so completely, to show and give him everything that I have. Yet I give it gladly and without remorse.

I must have thought of this day, of being with him a million times; often as the aggrr. Fr. Funny now that it's actually happening, in a way we both take the lead. No one necrilyrily submissive, or aggressive. Just two bodies, two people, moving as one, becoming one.

We scream like the world is coming to an end as we are finally pushed over the edge of blissful oblivion, amazed at the difference when you make it with someone you truly love.

It wasn't just sex. It wasn't just any one thing. It wouldn't solve all of our problems, it wouldn't right all wrongs and make it all better. It won't help us forget all that we've given up or lost. It was necessary. It was powerful. It was something that could never be taken away or changed, yet it had changed everything. Somehow, after all was said and done, it managed to encompass exactly what we wanted. What we both desperately needed.

And it was wonderful.

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