Pure Evil Omake: Bottoms Up | By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pure Evil Omake: Bottoms Up
By Sefiru
Thank you to everyone who read Pure Evil 1&2!
Macha: anticlimactic, yeah. ^^;; But I was writing Vegeta-jii for humor more
than drama, and, well, he deserved it.
pun_xy: I do believe you’re a Mirai fan! Don’t worry, he’ll be back … As for
Vegeta, in my fics he’s not just submissive due to power levels, etc.; he’s
also orientationally submissive (I kind of hint at that in the first
Pure Evil).
TheChichiSlaughterhouse: Roger Ebert is a film critic ^^. And I’m glad you liked
both the humor and the kinkiness. I’m a total perv myself, and I think it
shows.
animegirl1791: thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid I don’t swing your way.
Unless you’re actually a male Saiyan.
I think a lot of people liked Mirai’s “cape” line … it’s a favorite of mine, as
well. XD
Just a little one-shot from the Pure Evil storyline. After a
hard day of ruling, King Kakarott gets a massage from Vegeta.
Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, rim, anal, PEWP.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long live the king!
Pairing: Vegeta x Kakarott
***
Being the King
can be a tough job sometimes. Our people aren’t much trouble by themselves –
sometimes they’ll get into a brawl and have to be sorted out, but that’s about
it. As King, though, Kakarott gets to deal with the human authorities on our
behalf, and the people currently in charge of Earth are, in a word, morons. On
days when he meets with them he comes home exhausted, growling and coiled tight
as a piano wire. And late as well; I’ve spent the whole day training the Saiyan
soldiers, getting them up to Z fighter standards, and I’m still home before
him.
When he finally
does get home, he goes straight to his armchair and falls down in it. I don’t
say a word, just throw a tarp over the coffee table and drop a huge chunk of
barbecued meat in front of him. (The only thing I know how to cook.) He gives
me a look of gratitude and digs in. I sit across from him with my own, smaller
portion and watch him eat. Kakarott is the only person I know who can put away
a whole brontosaurus drumstick in one sitting; by the time he’s picked the bone
clean, he looks much better. “Thanks for cooking, Vegeta. I would have done it
…”
“You think I’d
let you cook in that state? You’d burn the salad.”
“Heh. Probably.”
“So what was it
this time?”
“They want all
Saiyans to wear tracking devices; apparently ki tracing isn’t enough. I told
them no way in hell.”
“No wonder
you’re so wound up.” The human leaders are terrified of Saiyans, but this is the
first time they’ve mentioned physical restrictions. It’s cowardly. It’s
insulting. And worst of all, it’s making Kakarott tense; I certainly can’t
leave him like that. “Want a massage?”
“You know how to
massage?”
“I do now.” That
makes him chuckle; he stands up and starts shedding his clothes. I toss the
remains of our dinner into the kitchen. When I return he’s lying naked on the
couch, hands tucked under his chin. I feel blood rushing to my groin at the
sight of him. He gives me a fierce look. “Loose the clothes, Vegeta.”
I obediently
strip, then clasp my hands overhead and stretch. Showing off. I step over to
him and straddle his hips, ready to begin. I have to remind myself to work
slowly, it’s so rarely he allows me a chance to explore him this way. I start
at his neck and shoulders. I knead the knots out gently, rub the skin to warm
it; he purrs. There’s a spot just at the base of the neck that I know feels
good when it’s pressed, and the tops of the shoulders are sensitive, too. For good
measure I thoroughly rub him behind the ears.
Once those parts
are relaxed and pliant, I move on to his back. Here I make sure to trace out
all his sensitive spots; around each vertebra, along the ribs, lines of old
scars invisible under his skin. (I know where they are because I gave him most
of them.) Each one gets a groan and shudder from him as well as a release of
tension, and his tail twitches – considering it’s nestled against my balls and
cleft, that’s a reaction I try hard to provoke. I spend more time on his back
than I strictly have to, but neither of us really cares.
I shuffle back
so I’m sitting over his knees, to get a better angle on his lower back. He’s
already quite relaxed by now; I still knead him thoroughly all over. His lumbar
muscles are as firm as the rest of him, his flanks as smooth as a fine marble
sculpture, and he has two dimples next to his tail. I savor the silken touch of
his skin as I continue down over his buttocks and thighs. I vaguely regret I
couldn’t make this last longer, even as I wonder what’s next. I can tell he’s
as aroused as I am. Will he roll over and demand I suck him off? Make me ride
him? Throw me to the ground and take me?
Suddenly he
whips his tail out from under my legs, making me gasp as it brushes my sac.
“Vegeta,” he says in that voice of dark promise, “You missed a spot.”
“Huh?”
His tail flexes
at the base. Curls high over his back, a gesture I’m very familiar with. And he
spreads his thighs apart under me. My breath catches in my throat. He will
allow me to …? I stare at him. He lies spread out before me, offering himself,
theoretically a submissive position, but all I can think is how regal he
looks like that. I bow over him until my face rests on his buttocks. I need a
moment to gather my wits, and then I part his cheeks with shaking hands and
lean in to taste his entrance.
It is perfect.
His own unique flavor, concentrated and heady. The tight spiral of ridges
resonating with his purrs. I pour my whole being into pleasuring that ring.
That divine treasure. That gift from Kakarott. How does he do it? How, every
time he offers me a dominant role, do I end up bound tighter in my submission? Kakarott
trusts me. He opens under my adoring tongue, letting me slip inside him. My
whole body throbs with pleasure at the act. His tail taps me on the forehead.
“Put it in, Vegeta.” Those four words nearly send me over the edge all by
themselves. I moan into him and sit up. A bottle of lube has materialized
beside us; I liberally apply it to my shaft and gently ease into him.
He purrs and I
feel it vibrate all around me; I have to stop and take a few deep breaths. “Do
me,” he commands. Not take me. That is an impossibility; even now when I
am on top of him and inside him, I am utterly his slave. Obeying, I draw back
and thrust back in. Then again; I start to build a steady rhythm. His purr
changes pitch, turns deeper and louder. I am making the strangest sound I have
ever heard, something between a whimper and a groan, with every stroke. His
tail loops around my torso and caresses me up and down; when it brushes my
nipples, I howl.
He grinds back
into my hips. “Harder.” I comply, laying my hands on his flanks for stability.
I plunge into him as hard as I know how; his purr changes again, hitching a
little every time I thrust. I bite my lip. The combined sound and sensation is
almost too much, but I muster all of my willpower to restrain myself. I will
bring him off first. I shift my angle inside him so that I hit his sweet spot
on every stroke. He shudders, his tail tenses around me and his purr turns into
the roar I know so well. His inner muscles clench around me in waves, and that
sends me over the edge with him. I pour my climax into him knowing I have
served his pleasure well.
I fall down on his back, drained. He pulls
me down beside him and into his arms. I cling to his biceps and my head rolls
back, exposing my throat; he licks me, and then bites my shoulder. Marking me.
“You give a good massage, Vegeta.”
I manage a faint
smile. “I’m always happy to serve, Kakarott.”
***
Sefiru: Vegeta can give me a massage anytime … ^^
Vegeta: in your dreams, woman.
Kakarott: hands off the royal fucktoy … I mean consort.
EVEN BETTER NEWS: Pure Evil 3 starts posting next week!
(yes, a multi-chapter, multi-lemon story.) In the meantime, please check out my
Desecration fics – one is already posted, the next will be up shortly. Stay
tuned!
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