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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Himitsu

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Posted: 8-20-05

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!

| ...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 .08 ]

I just chuckle. He begins to laugh as well. A raspy, wisp of a laugh at first. Within a few moments
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.

There is a pause in the laughter. I look at his erection and he looks at mine.

"Hahahahah!"

"Hehehehehee!"

Aren't we just so fucking funny?

A real riot.

Minutes pass and the laughter dies down. Then, the awkwardness sets in.

[ What now? ]

He just stares at me with dark, narrowed eyes, almost expressionless as he moves to stand. He says nothing.
I say nothing.

We are caught in a bit of a stand still. I know cheating is wrong, as does he and Bulma. But that doesn't make the
desire to do so go away. It would be wrong to jeopardize our friendship, their relationship, or my marriage just for ...that....
And frankly neither Bulma no Bejiita are keen on sharing what they believe is theirs.

I look down at my stubborn erection angrily. I've come to realize that I'm sexually attracted to him as he so
subtly pointed out. So I want him too. Hm. All things considered, it's not as big a surprise as one would think. And maybe,
somewhere in the back of his sinister, perverted and so called evil little mind, he wants me too. Perhaps we've both reached
an epiphany today, something we both knew but never said. Dark, sexual thoughts lurking, swirling in the sea of our
subconscious.

But in the end, what has really changed? Now instead of wanting one person I can't have, I want two. Realizing I desire
him, them, and badly, does not help or benefit my life in any way. It doesn't lift a heavy burden off my shoulders, doesn't show
me the one sure fire way to fix my marriage. It certainly does not answer all the questions of the universe. I do not feel sated,
or sane, or satisfied. Quite the opposite actually. And what's worse, he'll never let me watch again. Do I even want to?
I don't think I could take watching them and keep myself from thoughts of participation.

My sudden grasp of the inner workings of my own mind, my enlightenment into myself and the depths of my sexual
fascination, only brings me more problems. All it does is open the floodgates to what I had so obviously been repressing
since this whole thing began.

Great. Just great.

"...Do you have any senzu...? the new object of my sexual captivation asks quietly, pulling me from my inner monologue,
making me look at him.

"Yea... " I breathe, barely trusting my voice to say any more.

I walk over to him getting a bean from the pouch tied to my belt. I walk slowly. I never realized how hard it
is to move when you're hard. He stares pointedly at my erection and smirks, which only makes it harder. Still holding his
ribs with his one good arm, he sits on the ground in the crater the impact of his small body had made. I hold out the bean in my
hand and he lifts his arm in an attempt to take it. He winces and blood begins to seep from a wound on his shoulder.
The movement only makes his broken ribs hurt more, and he is seized by a fit of raspy coughs. As much of a masochist as he
can be, inflicting pain on himself doesn't have the same effect. Does that make me special? He puts his arm back down, tilts
his head back and opens his mouth expectantly.

Sweat beads up on my forehead and my hand begins to shake. My hardened phallus throbs painfully. I had such
a disgusting little thought at the sight of his open mouth. It would be so easy to just slip it in. Through his lips, just past his small
pink tongue, across the ridges at the roof of his mouth...

Too easy.

Too tempting.

And he knows it.

Little shit.

I push the bean against his slightly parted lips more roughly that I need to and he engulfs the senzu and the tip
of my index finger. His eyes never leave mine the entire time. "Un..." I feel his teeth scrape lightly against my skin
and a small sound escapes me even as I try to hold it back. A strange tremor dances through me and I pull my hand
away from his mouth suddenly. Like he burned. Which he did. He always did. My finger slips out with a small wet sound
and I blink rapidly as sweat rolls down my forehead and into my eyes.

My head is spinning. It's so difficult to stand. Suddenly it's much too hot out here, no breeze, too much sun,
too much dust and sand, not enough air to breathe. I back away from him, having the hardest of times getting oxygen into
my lungs, trembling like I was cold or afraid. I retreat slowly, looking down at the ground and avoiding his eyes as he stands,
healed now, and no less erect.

[ No! Look somewhere else! ]

The strength of my desire is truly frightening. Unsettling. Even irritating. Like an itch I could not and would not scratch,
because I knew when I did scratch, the aggravation would only spread and get worse. I'm sure of it.

I turned to leave. I need to get out of here... It's too much... I can feel his eyes burning holes in my skin.

"Running away again?" he asks, barely audible in the deep tenor that is his voice.

Of course I was.

[ ..... ]

The sun gleams off the rippling water around me. My head rests on my bunched shoulders. My wet hair clings to the
back of my neck. Small birds chirp in the trees near my house, and I realize I can't remember the last time I'd felt so at peace.

This past week has been blissfully uneventful. Soothing even. No more revelations. Bejiita did not call me and I did
not visit. I did not see either of them at all. I stayed home, puttered about, ate and slept and trained with Goten. I did all the
silly mundane things a man who wanted escape did. I did what people that did not want to deal with the harsh realities of the
world and of their own minds did to pass the time. Like I needed a vacation from my own life. In my mountain home I did not
need to see them. Him. Thus there were no awkward moments to have to worry about. No urges to resist, nothing to tempt me,
nothing new to shake up the nice boring, easy little life I'd taken for granted. I could stay here and rebuild the shambles that
had become of my marriage, spend the time with Goten that my seven years of death had taken from me.

It's strange how I went to Bulma and Bejiita searching for something new and different, something to deliver me from
the doldrums of everyday living. But I got much more than I bargained for, and then ended up going through great lengths to
avoid them. So home I stay. Nothing new or exciting. Safe. Monogamous. My old sanctuary made new again. I was lucky to have it.

I wonder how long my luck will last?

Chichi comes around to the back of the house in search of me. She knows the best place to look for me is the outdoor tub.
I love baths. I love water.

"Ah I knew I'd find you in here! If you spend anymore time washing up you're gonna get pruney."

"Naaa." I say grinning, resting my head on my shoulders again as I sink further into the cool water. Happy for a break
from the late summer heat.

"Well anyway, I came out here to ask if you wanted to go to a picnic..." she asks with a basket of fresh laundry in tow and
a smile.

I missed her smiles.

Wait. Picnic? Food?

[ ..... ]

How I got talked into coming here I just... Food. It's always food! I should never have agreed to come. I should
have known better...

"Chichi! It's so good to see you again!" Bulma chirps as she and my wife clasp hands in greeting.

"It's been forever!" Chichi answers back, delighted to see her old friend. It's only been a week for me, but she didn't
need to know that. Seeing her again did not help my state of mind in the least. As I begin undressing her with my eyes, it becomes
that much more obvious that it was a mistake coming here. Yearly reunion picnic party or not. How could I forget?! A mistake. They
would be here.

Bejiita, as with most social functions, has not shown himself yet. But I know he's here. Since our old arrangement
began, I've become acutely aware of where he is at all times. Even when I was not near him, I was still watching him. But in a
way, I too am now under observation.

I can actually feel their eyes on me. Watching �

"Gokuu! Long time no see man!" Krillin says spotting me on my way to the maccaroni salad, chicken leg already wedged
between my teeth.

"Hey Krillin! Oh it hasn't been THAT long!" I say pulling the chicken out of my mouth, poking fun at the fact that it seems
like so much time passes between our meetings. "How's Marron chan?" I ask spooning another helping of salad. Krillin fills me in
about all the goings on of his life in the past few months and again I can feel his eyes on me. Even while mingling with my friends,
eating the plentiful and delicious grilled meat and potato salad. Whether I'm laughing with my son or watching the clouds as
the day and party go by. They are there watching. We do not say a word to one another. I do my best not to look at him, or Bulma.
Keeping my thoughts in check as not to horribly embarrass myself by pitching a tent. But every now and then, I look up at the wrong
time, turn my head a few seconds earlier than I should have, and there they are. Bulma and her beautiful, piercing blue eyes, feasting
on my face and body like the piece of chocolate cake her diet dictated she could not eat. Bulma's glances are fleeting and just a little
shy, yet they still manage to burn my skin with her unvoiced need. A strange mix. Innocently erotic, that's what her stares are.
And Bejiita... well he is a whole different story.

After our ... revelation in the desert, all the looks he gives me are deep, searching, and penetrating. He stares at me like
he knew all about me. Like he'd seen me naked and vulnerable when he hadn't. Not literally anyway. But his hard stares always
turn into what could be called admiring ones. Always with that little smirk of his. All of which serve to make me feel flattered, unnerved
and undeniably aroused. I'm not sure if he really and truly did share my attraction... or if he was just being the bastard he tended to be.
But I don't think his eyes ever left me. Not once today.

I'm used to being looked up to, or counted on, or thought well of. But I'm not used to feeling of being wanted. Not
by Bulma and especially not by him. It's all so new to me, strange, welcome and unwelcome at the same time. It was a turn on
like you wouldn't believe. It's funny how outside of the bedroom how closely they watched me. Like the entire situation was
reversed. I was the one under inspection. My every move monitored like they were pleasantly titillating or exciting. My every word,
and every breath noticed or observed.

I realize I, who used to seem and feel so completely prudish, got feverishly aroused very quickly. One look from either of
them is all it takes and my previously undersexed, underappreciated body screams for their touch. Or at least a touch. A touch
from the one that made me feel this way. His touch. Her touch. I wasn't sure which.

[ Am I just drawn to the idea of finally being sexually desired? ]

The ambiguity of the situation only served to confuse me more. For Bulma, it was easy to see why she appeals to me. But...
Bejiita...? Finally he comes out in the open and grabs something to eat. I force myself to look at him, on the rare moment he was no staring
right back at me. As I watch the red and gold of the setting sun kiss his face before it sinks below the horizon, I think back to their many
trysts where he wore his skin and nothing else; to the way that skin covers the taught muscles of a compact, battle sculpted body; to how he
looks when his eyes roll to the back oh his head as he moans Bulma's name...

Uh-oh. The beginning of an erection makes itself known and I quickly cut off the train of thought. Well, there is no denying my
physical attraction to him. I suppose he is...

Handsome.

Bejiita, in some unfathomable way, must have heard my thoughts because the instant it passes through my mind he looks up,
directly at me as if I'd called him. Then he just smiles. A strange enigmatic smile. Bulma steals another coy glance at me over Yamucha's
shoulder as he 'regales' her of one of his tales of past heroism. Their combined stares make the hair on the back of neck stand on end.

Maybe it's about time we left.

Chichi rescues me right in the nick of time.

"It's getting late, I guess it's about time we got back."

[ ..... ]

The next day does not have the laid back, 'take it easy' feel I always hope for.

In my favorite tub, at just the right temperature, same birds and their same wonderful songs in the trees over head. Everything
is in place. But I do not feel at ease. I shift against the metal tub uncomfortably, feeling a gaze pricking my skin. I close my eyes, thinking it's
nothing when I hear a rustling in the trees. I look up towards the tall oaks to see the birds flying away. Did something startle them?
Was it just the wind?

I'm being paranoid over nothing. I turn back around in the tub towards the sun only to see it blocked by Bejiita's flame like
ebony hair. He just leans his arms over the other side of the tub. His elbow resting on the metal rim, his chin resting against his fist
as he swirls the cool water with one finger of his outstretched hand. His head cocked to the side, a lazy sort of grin on his face as he
stares pointedly at me.

My face grows warm. Very warm.

"W...what are you doing here?" I asked just above a whisper. Did he realize I was avoiding him? Them?

"Heh." is all he says. His smile widens.

"So mean! What do you mean what are we doing here...? Bulma's lighter voice says behind me as her arms wrap around my shoulders
from behind and she nuzzles my neck.

"We missed you..."

"B..Bulma...!" I choke out, in panicked, aroused dismay. The blush on my face creeps down to my neck and shoulders.

"L...let g- you .. shouldn't be ...here!" I slosh around in the tub like a futilely struggling fish who'd already taken the bait and was caught
on the fisherman's hook. Trying to stand to get out, Bulma keeps me sitting with surprising strength. "Ah ah ah!" she says into my ear. "You're not
going anywhere," she whispers as she presses her lips to my neck and sucks on the skin there. "Unn...NNnnH" I shudder violently as I groan,
surprised at the sound of my own pleasure. Had it been soon long since I've heard it?

"That's right. Be a good boy and we'll make you happy..." Bejiita says in a voice he usually only reserved for Bulma.

Bulma brushes her fingers over my left nipple and my half lidded eyes widened as Bejiita pulls his glove off and his
arm dips below the surface of the water to reach for me. "INH!.. Mmh!" I bite my lip as he strokes me, whimpering pathetically
as I still struggle to get away even as I push myself into his warm hand. He simply smirks. He's always smirking.

Suddenly I can't breath. Hands are everywhere and I feel as though I'm drowning. I see Bejiita and Bulma through the water, just
above the surface. I reach for them but they do not help me. Bubbles are everywhere as I strain to get to the surface that suddenly seems
so far away. My vision begins to blur, everything is hazy...

"G...s...an!"

"Gokuu sa!!"

Chichi finally shakes me awake. I still my flailing limbs and look at her wide eyed. She is soaked down to her skin. Her hair is
disheveled and her clothes stick to her body.

"You fell asleep in there." She points to what's left of the tub after my 'struggle.'

"Bad dream hon...?" she asks, for once not yelling about something I broke.

"I guess so... " I say covering my nudity, feeling shaken and enervated by my dream, hoping she had not noticed my hardened flesh.

[ ..... ]

As much as I want to stay away, to break this habit... I always end up going back. Both physically and mentally.
So here I am again, just outside their window, thinking I can watch them without being seen. The very definition
of insanity. Thinking I can do the same things and get different results. But it's not the same, watching them
from afar, compared to being right there with them.

Nearly every fiber of my being tells me to leave. All but one of course. The one that pointed up at me asking
me what I was waiting for. Against my better judgement, I IT in.

Bejiita has bulma pinned down on their messy bed with her legs pushed up against her chest as he pistons into
her, slow and rough. With the angry sort of lethargy as though each thrust was going to be his last. His head is down
between his shoulders, and his stomach muscles bunch and quiver as he pumps his hips in the slow, careless, reckless,
delirious abandon of someone who so desperately needed release. Just the feeling of thrusting into a warm body
and the sensation of being thrust into. Bulma grabs at the headboard of their huge bed as her face twists in
ecstasy and just a little bit of pain.

"OOh!! NNNNnhh!!! UNH!" her small mouth hangs open as the sounds of her pleasure tear themselves from her
throat. Bejiita rides her hard and bruises the underside of her thighs with his hands. Bulma's head thrashes from side to
side in the pillow under it. Her hair sticking to her lips and sweaty brow.

Bejiita bares his teeth and growls as he sits back on his knees. He lifts Bulma's hips up off the bed and undulates
a bit faster. Her head still on the pillow as she arcs her back like a bow to meet his thrusts.

"UUH~! Unnhh! UH!" they moaned in unison their voices going hoarse from all the shouting. Pleasure tinged with
anger. Strange combination. It sounds very familiar.

They sweat and shiver, scream and growl and I don't think I've ever heard them this loud in my life.

It was so different watching them this time. Neither of them seems to realize I'm even here. Again there is no
kink. No teasing. No spanking or S&M. Nothing outlandish or strange. All the pretense and fetish aside. Almost like when
they made love. But this wasn't lovemaking. No tenderness or kissing.

This... was fucking. In it's purest form.

It's then that my arousal decides to make itself known.

I suck in air through my teeth and my legs suddenly strain to hold me up. My whole body flushes red. Normally
arousal is a slower process for me, building to a peak like foreplay before sex. But this time, it just hits me all at once.
My vision distorts for just a moment, and my head spins. When I next become aware, I'm lying on the bed next to Bulma
just watching her scream, and pant under him. Watching Bejiita's thick phallus disappear and reappear into her thatch of dark
blue hair. Darker than the hair on her head. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. Her half lidded baby blues are full
of feverish arousal, want, and worry. Bejiita gives her a particularly passionate thrust and she cries out in pleasure, squeezing
her eyes shut tight. Her mouth agape as she squeals under him. Bejiita steals her attention away from me as always.
I look over at him. He shudders and shouts and groans. Sweat runs down the hard contours of his abdomen and his head lolls
form side to side as he fucks her into the bed.

I really should not have come here.

Because there was no way I could watch and not want to participate. Especially not when they're like ...this.

"Nn." I bite my lip and make the smallest of noises. But somehow he hears it.

Bejiita doesn't slow his thrusts in the least but his focus is completely on me in an instant. He levels me with a glare,
mixed with need. A very strange expression. He forbade me from coming here. From watching, and most definitely from
taking part in anything they did in this bed. But here I am.

He continues to glare at me and tries very hard not to groan as he yells at me.

"...G..get..o...out...!!" the words are gravely and barely make it past his clenched teeth.

[ But.. god I really don't want to leave. Not now. Let me stay... just this time.. this is the last time. I need this...
but I don't know why.]

I think all these things but I can't bring myself to say them. What was it about being aroused that robbed you
of your ability to speak? I try anyway. Sitting up, my painful erection brushing against his knee as I do so. Which does
not help matters at all. I put a hand on his arm imploringly.

His skin is so warm...

"Bejii..ita...please..." I meant it as the beginning of a question.. But it ended up sounding more like a plea...like begging.

"AAhhh!" Bulma screams. A faint tint of pink stains Bejiita's cheeks and the tips of his ears as he speeds up. He gives
me the strangest look. Because I don't think he knew what I was really asking. Or maybe he knew all too well.

Bulma gasps for air and Bejiita whimpers ever so slightly and my stomach flutters. He pumps even faster, rocking the entire bed
from the force of his powerful thrusts. The heat between my legs throbs painfully. I should stop begging and leave. Leave and
not come back. But I can't will myself to get off this bed.

"Be..jiita..." I call again.

"YA DA!!" Bejiita shouts as he comes. Bulma reaches climax only a moment later. He pulls out of her with the sound
of slippery moisture and suction and collapses in a sweaty panting heap next to his beautiful, blue haired woman. Lying on their
backs, heads turned towards each other, gasping for air, covered in sweat and various other fluids.

I don't think I ever wanted them more than I do right now...

Bejiita's is still hard. Even after orgasm, his erection stands up from his body rigidly as if he'd gotten no satisfaction at all.

He stares down at his hardened flesh with narrowed eyes, then at me. His expression unreadable as he breathes deeply.
He looks down at the need between my legs and quickly looks away.

Bulma just pants and looks at me apologetically.

"Go home... Kakarotto..." he says, shutting his eyes and turning away from me.

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