Dark Fire

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!!

DISCLAIMERstyle=\'font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:black\'>:  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
façade.  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

I finally pull
away from your lips oxygen requires it unfortunately.

“What are you
doing?” 

You ask me and
I laugh out loud at the naivety of the question. 

Confusion is
etched across your face.

“What do you
think I am doing, Kёhlr?”  I say sarcastically and grind my arousal
into your groin so there will be no mistake of my intentions.

Your eyes
widen and you try to bite back the moan that leaves your lips.

“You like
that, huh?”  I ask, my smirk becoming an all out lecherous grin.

“Why?” 
You ask your lips quivering slightly.

“I’ve seen the
way you look at boy.boy.” 

Your eyes
widen from that revelation and a blush stains your cheeks. 

Yes I have
noticed you watching me with lustful eyes, whenever you thought I wasn’t
looking.  I am always aware of my surroundings and those in my
surroundings, Kёhlr, you shouldn’t have forgotten that.

“But
this…”  You whisper “This isn’t right.”

“It is very
right.  You are strong, powerful, of age, not to mention your intellect
rivals my own.  I have every right to you, boy.”  I say frowning
slightly.

“But, you’re
older than my father and, um, you’re a man”.  You stammer out.  I do
not understand your reasoning, my age or gender would make no difference on
Vegetasei.  If anything, your social class is the only problem. 

It makes no
difference to me though.p;

Nothing gets
in the way of my wants.

“You want me,
I want you.  That is all that matters.”  I bend down and again caress
your lips with my own.

“That is all
that should matter”.  I whisper against your lips before kissing you
fully. 

I feel your
arms wrap around me and you pull me even closer to the planes of your body.

I can feel
every inch of you underneath me and it’s making me burn. 

Your warmth,
your heat, is consuming me.

“Do you want
this, Kёhlr?”  I whisper in your ear before teasing your
earlobe. 

You shiver
slightly from my ministrations.

So responsive
you are, Kёhlr.

“Yes, always
have.”  You undulate your hips under me and the friction of it makes us
both cry out in bliss.

“Always have
wanted you, Vegeta”. 

I harden even
more from the sound of my name on your lips.

I have to have
you now, feel myself inside of you now.

I strip your
clothes from your body, not caring that I’ve ruined that gi that looks so right
on you.  Hopefully you have another.  It doesn’t matter; I like you
better in nothing at all.

Your alabaster
skin feels silky to the touch and you shiver from my caresses.  Your skin
is the only indication of your mother’s influence, the only indication that you
are not a full-blooded Saiyajin. 

“You have on
too many clothes”.  You say huskily. 

That problem
is quickly alleviated and soon we are both naked, both rolling around on my
gravity room floor.

We fight for
dominance, you and I, with kisses meant to subdue, soft caresses meant to bring
submission. 

You don’t seem
to realize that you’ve already lost.  I find myself back on top of you and
use that to my advantage.  Quickly I take your lips, to distract
you.  I touch your hardness and swallow your moan.  You wiggle so
seductively beneath me and I have to fight for control.  I use my other
hand to find your opening and prepare you for the next stage of our game.

You cry out
breaking our kiss, when I find that spot inside of you that I know makes you
feel pure elation. 

“Kёhlr,
you lose”.  I whisper in your ear.

I then sheath
myself in your warmth. 

I can’t even
describe how good you feel, Kёhlr.  I use every ounce of
self-control I have just to resist moving.

“Vegeta”. 

You
moan.  The passion in your voice is nearly my undoing. 

You grasp my
bottom firmly and push me deeper inside of you.

I look into
your dark eyes, which look heatedly into my own.

“Move”. 
You mutter.

That’s all the
invitation I need. 

The pace I sat
is slow, provocative.

I pull you
onto me as to where you are sitting on my lap and bury my face in the curvature
of your neck. 

Your scent,
normally woodsy, is now laced with the musk of your arousal.  I breathe in
deeply the intoxicating fragrance and quicken my pace.  I feel you kissing
the side of my neck as you gyrate your hips with my movements.

Then I see
stars, as you do what I never even considered you would do.

You bite into
my neck drawing blood, marking me as yours for life. 

It seems as
though you are more Saiyajin than even I thought.  Instinct makes me mark
you also.  The pain of our markings mixed with the pleasure of our union
is soon too much. 

“Vegeta!” 
You scream my name as if it is a mantra as your climax hits you. 

Your muscles
tighten almost painfully around me and I can hold on no longer.  I lose
myself and release my seed deep inside of you.

Minutes pass,
seemy hoy hours, as I lay wrapped in your arms, the warmth of your body driving
away the coldness of the floor.

“Wow, that was
incredible”.  You mutter breaking the comfortable silence that we had
fallen into.

I say nothing,
but believe me, I agree.

You grab my
chin tilting it and your black eyes bore intently into mine.

“What is this
for you, Vegeta?”  You ask. 

Your skin is
still flushed from our earlier activities; the scent of arousal still clings
heavily to the air. 

Your lips are
still red from my kisses.

That is why it
takes me a minute to answer you.  For all I can think of now is again
burying myself deep inside of you.

Annoyance
flashes across your face.

It’s cute on
you really, Kёhlr.  You’re cute.

“You should
know what this is for me.  I shouldn’t have to answer that question.”

You look
slightly hurt from my statement.  You are confusing.  I can’t
understand what I could have said to hurt you, but I do understand why I don’t
like seeing you hurt. 

Damn bond,
already taking effect.

“I don’t know
though.  You are married.  You have a child.  I don’t expect you
to leave them, to leave them for me.  I don’t expect this to go any
farther”. 

You make a
move to push me off of you and yet again I won’t let you.

“Let me go,
Vegeta!”  You yell.

“You don’t
want me to let you go, Gohan.”  I reply and again straddle your hips,
effectively restraining you.

“The hell I
don’t!” 

I
chuckle. 

I’ve never
heard you swear before.

I briefly
wonder what that harpy mother of yours would think if she heard you.

Apparently you
were wondering the same thing, your eyes widen in surprise as soon as the curse
leaves your lips.

“Now listen,
brat.  You should know what this means to me.  You are the one who
marked me first.  You bit me first.  You drew first blood.”

You look up at
me in confusion and not for the first time, I curse that idiot father of
yours.  It seems as though you’ve inherited some of his naivety.

“Gohan, we are
bonded.” 

I tilt my head
to show you my neck.  You are still confused, even as you tentatively
touch the fresh scar that marks me as yours, I can scent your confusion.

“Bonded?” 
You question.

I want to howl
in frustration.

I’m really not
in the mood, at least not for Q&A.  I would rather be doing other
things; mostly things that will make you scream my name loud enough to make it
reverberate off the gravity room walls. 

“Did that
father of yours not teach you anything?  Damn, don’t you understand? 
We are bonded.  You are mine.  I am yours.  For life.”

You smile
slightly, I assume in comprehension. 

“Yours,
huh.  I like that”.  You pull me into a deep kiss.

“So, I guess
this means we’re married, huh?”  You say breaking our kiss.

“Hm”. 

“And you love
me?”

“Hm”. 

I lightly kiss
your neck, the spot marking you as mine.  You are talking but I could care
less what you are saying.  Right now, I only want your body.

“Good, then
you can tell my parents”. 

Now that gets
my attention.

“Parents”? 
I say looking into your eyes, which are twinkling in mischief.

“Yeah, that’s
the other reason I came to see you.  My father’s coming back from
Otherworld for the tournament.”

“Kakkarot, no
way.” 

A chuckle
passes your lips.  It seems you find this highly amusing.  For me
it’s a nightmare.

Telling your
harpy mother about us is one thing, but explaining this to Kakkarot, who has
the brain capacity of your 7-year-old brother, is an entirely different story.

The harpy may
screech till sun down about me corrupting her baby, but at least she will
understand what the hell is going on.  

“Well you may
not have to tell dad.”  You say blushing.

You must see
my confusion for you rush to explain.

“Dad says he’s
been watching over me since he’s been in Otherworld.  Maybe he already
knows”.

My mouth drops
and I swear I can feel it hit the floor.

The only
rational thought I have before the feel of your hands on my body stops all
thought completely, is if Kakkarot does know, he’s having a hell of a good
laugh right about now. 

Or maybe he’s
planning on killing me as soon as he steps foot in this dimension.

Who knows.

I guess that
means I’d better enjoy my mate while I have the chance.

And I proceed
to do just that.

So what do you think??  Review!  This is a PWP and a
One-shotter.  BTW: Kёhlr means Dark fire in Saiyago just in case you
didn’t catch that.