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Dark Fire	By : serenestorm Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not enough
fics out there featuring this couple (don�t know why though, they are so right
together). Anyway, this is yaoi so if ya don�t like that you know what to
do.

The lemon
scene gets a little graphic but it�s not too wild, at least not in my
opinion. Anyway, you�ve been warned!!

DISCLAIMER: Don�t own, not
even in my wildest dream.

Serenestorm
Dark Fire

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Some don�t
know true passion, the kind that leaves you crying, wantonly, at its absence,
and praising every deity with the mind to listen, in its wake.
Some never
experience the pleasure of it or the loss of it as it whips through your body
like a tidal wave of fire only to leave you scorching and longing for
more.
More pain, more
pleasure.
Yet, perhaps
unfortunately, I am not guilty of such ignorance.
I know
passion, know it well, have even met it in human, or should I say half human,
form. For even now, my passion, you stand watching me silently as I
practice my katas, yet to announce your presence just as I am yet to recognize
your presence even though we both know that I know that you are here. I
can feel your gaze upon me, burning me with its flame, Kёhlr, my dark
fire, teasing me with its warmth.
Shimatta, how
I want you.
�Vegeta-san?�
You say in somewhat a whisper, as if you are afraid of hearing your voice
vibrate through the walls of my gravity chamber.
Don�t worry,
Kёhlr, if I have my way, you�ll lose that fear soon enounbspnbsp;
I stop my
katas and look at you, my scowl properly in place, annoyance shining in my
eyes. And I am truly annoyed, little one. What I show you is not a
fa�ade. I am mad at you for interrupting my thoughts, my fantasy.
Yet even through my anger, my mild irritation, I take in your appearance.
So beautiful.
Really you
are.
Even dressed
in that gi reminiscent of your father, you are still beautiful, Saiyajin in
every countenance. If I didn�t know better, I would swear you were a full
blood.
You are
telling me something or maybe asking, yet I only catch the tail end of whatever
it is you�ve said, finding more fascination in your succulent lips rather than
the mutterings they draw forth.
�� wondering
if I could use it?� You finish looking at me in anticipation.
Confusion
flashes across my mind as I try to figure out what you could want to use.
�So, can I,
Vegeta? Can I use the gravity chamber, um, that is, when you�re through?�
Ah, so that�s
what you want.
�I guess you
could, boy�� I start and see your lips began to move again, perhaps to
thank me. Too bad I won�t let you finish.
�But, since
you�ve interrupted my training, we will spar�.
I smirk at
your noticeable gulp.
Hm, it seems
that even after all of this time, you are still to some extent wary of
me.
Yet even through
your reluctance, I can sense your excitement.
After all, you
a Saa Saiyajin. Your human side will never fully sheath your instinct.
No matter how
hard you try, you can never hide what you truly are.
All Saiyajins
love to fight.
I smirk as you
nod slightly, accepting my challenge.
You lower into
a fighting stance that is distinctly your own, flawless, perfect.
Just as you
are, Kёhlr, flawless, perfect.
I attack you
mercilessly. It has been so long since I�ve sparred with someone close to
my level. My son, though powerful, is no challenge.
But you
are.
You block my
every punch, my every kick, as I block yours.
Yet soon I
break through your defenses and draw first blood, hitting you so hard in the
stomach that it sends you to your knees.
The red
substance drips from your mouth onto my impeccably clean floor and I have to
fight the urge to lick it from your lips.
�Don�t tell me
that you concede already, Gohan. Maybe Trunks would provide me with more
of a challenge.�
You look at me
darkly as you stand. Seems that you don�t like my taunting.
You fall back
into fighting stance and once again I attack you.
You�ve learned
from your mistake it seems, for this time you are better guarded.
You take to
the air and transform, your hair gleaming an almost white, your emerald eyes
looking heatedly into my darkened orbs.
Yes, I did
piss you off.
I ascend
myself and rise to meet you.
And soon we
are a flurry of swift kicks and upper cuts, moving in motions so fast that even
the skilled human eye could not hope to follow.
You are
good.
I will give
you that, for you would have to be good to have hit me, let along drawn
blood. But seven years is a long time to go without training.
While you�ve
been going to school and out on dates, I�ve been training none stop.
One of us has
to lose, and as I�ve planned, it is you.
A hard kick
knocks you to the floor.
You fall hard
on your back, your arms spread at your side.
Your hair
melts back to its original shade and you slowly open your midnight eyes.
�Whoa,
Vegeta. I guess I need some more practice, huh�. You say beaming me
that classic Son grin�. I land beside you and detransform.
�I guess you
do�. I say smirking.
�Darn, I don�t
think I can move. I might have to wait until tomorrow to use the chamber�.
If ever there
was a time to make my move, this is it.
Here you are,
lying like a sacrifice on an altar before me.
You are mine
to take.
So I do.
I quickly
straddle you hips, and without any warning kiss you deeply.
To say you are
surprised would be an understatement.
You weakly
push against me, yet it is of no use, I am stronger, especially in the state
you are in. Anyway, I can smell your growing arou
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