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Pure Evil Omake: Good Taste	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil Omake: Good Taste

By Sefiru

Summary: pun_xy�s prize for taking a guess at the villain in
PE3: Kakarott has Vegeta for dessert. Merry Christmas!

Pairing: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, misuse of food, may contain
traces of nuts�and pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King!

***

Good Taste

***

�� New Vegetasei is
shaping up nicely, with a little help from Capsule Corp and a lot of elbow
grease. Most of the Saiyan colony has relocated and they�re building two
settlements: one at the base of the portal mountain and the other on the site
of the old capital a thousand kilometers away. Kakarott has chosen a place for
his house nowhere near either of them, but in a spot with a lake and a good view.
Typical.

�� All of our
family, both sides, is here and busy. Even my father turns out not to be
completely useless; forty years on a spaceship taught him a few things about
infrastructure, so he�s in charge of laying out the water and power systems for
both towns. Bardock has taken the �army� of about fifty out on a land survey to
find out what, if anything, is different about the planet. Goten and Trunks are
helping him out. Mirai has taken over the regular training classes, and I�m
still in charge of the fast-track group � the fighters aiming for Super Saiyan.
Finding out two twelve-year-old boys are already there has done wonders for
their diligence. Gohan divides his time between Vegetasei, leading a group of
scholars much older than he is, and his mate on Earth.

�� And Kakarott, of
course, is busy from dawn to dusk with solving other people�s problems. At
least it�s something he has a talent for; take, for example, the only domestic
issue we ever really argued about. The only thing we couldn�t compromise on:
whether the toilet paper should roll over the top or the bottom. What did
Kakarott do? He went out and bought extra toilet paper holders for every
bathroom in the house.

�� Yes, our house
on Vegetasei will be the same one as on Earth. Now that Kakarott has finally
chosen a site for it, I take a day off from training to move it from Earth. It
turns out the whole thing is a custom capsule unit; who knew? I spend most of
the day shopping, fill the place to the rafters with Earth food, then collapse
it contents and all and carry it back through the portal. I�m finished earlier
than I expected, and once I�ve set up the house in its new location, I take the
opportunity to arrange a little surprise for Kakarott.

�� He appears soon
after dinner time, and immediately inhales the scent wafting through the house.
�Are you taking up cooking, Vegeta?�

�� Not exactly. I
thought you might like a snack.� He turns to look at me and his eyebrows tilt
up. I�m kneeling on the coffee table, naked. I dip my fingers in the bowl of
warmed barbecue sauce beside me and draw a line with it from my throat to my
navel. A purr starts to build in Kakarott�s throat. My fingers go back to the
bowl and then trace along my collarbone. Back to the bowl, and then along the
other collarbone. I watch Kakarott from under my lashes, my tongue slightly
sticking out of my lips. I�m delicious. Want some?

�� Kakarott
rumbles. I continue to cover my body with the sauce. Slowly. One line at a
time, going back to the bowl after each. I outline the muscles of my chest and
stomach. I draw stripes over my shoulders and zigzags down my thighs. I
decorate my pectorals with diagonal rays. Kakarott gradually moves closer until
he�s standing next to me; I look up at him as I swirl sauce onto my hardened
nipples, and my head tilts back from the sensation. As a finale, I dip my
fingers in the bowl and draw a long, lingering line around my sac and along my
shaft. I slowly coat the head with sauce and then bring my fingers to my lips
to lick them clean. I smirk at him as I finish the last one. An invitation.

�� He seizes me by
the hair and plunges his tongue into my mouth, lapping up all traces of the
sauce and not incidentally hitting all of my sensitive spots. I moan into his
mouth. He chuckles and starts licking the sauce from my skin. He takes it off
about as slowly as I put it on; I try to press into his touch but his hands
hold me still. By the time he�s cleaned off my shoulders I�m gasping, and I
swear he scrapes his teeth over my skin just to get more noise out of me. When
his mouth comes down on my nipple I scream. I buck as he nibbles on the hard
flesh, but he holds me flat against the table. He repeats his performance on my
other nipple and I arch up helplessly.

�� He takes a fucking
eternity to lick his way down my stomach. His tongue is so enthralling that
I almost forget what I�m waiting for. Almost. He avoids my shaft as he travels
down one thigh and up the other. He pauses, studying me. Eyes glazed, chest
heaving, skin coated with sweat and trembling under his hands. He growls in
satisfaction, then lifts me up bodily and wraps his jaws around my sac.

�� Now I
start howling. Kakarott likes to suck my balls, and he�s damn good at it. His
expert tongue caresses each mass in turn, gently stripping off the sweet
coating; as he sucks on me he makes little groans and grunts of delight. His
purr sends shocks of pleasure straight through me. He deftly teases every
sensitive nerve until I�m just one step away from the edge. Then at exactly the
right moment he plunges his mouth over my shaft, sucking hard to get the last
of the sauce off. My howl stops � I pour my seed into his throat as he circles
his tongue on the head of my shaft.

�� He collects
every drop and pulls me up for a kiss, sharing the combined fluids. I purr as I
taste them, a mix of sweet and salty, with a touch of Kakarott�s own spice. I
feel myself becoming aroused again. And I can feel his hardness under his
pants; he reads the question on my face and whispers in my ear, �I�m in the
mood for a little dessert. Go get your ki restraints.�

�� As you wish,
Kakarott,� I say with a leer, and slink off towards our bedroom. Whenever he
wants to use the ki restraints, he makes me fetch them; it�s my out, in case I
ever feel unable to play. I have no intention of ever using it. Kakarott
wants me. He�s willing to spend entire evenings working me over, just to
savor my sounds and the taste of my skin, the sight of my writhing body. I know
he enjoys turning me into a screaming animal, and we haven�t had a chance for a
serious scene since before we left Earth. He�ll make me forget my own name.

�� I take the ki
suppressors from our headboard and return to him; he�s undressed and sitting in
his chair. I kneel at his feet with the restraints raised before me. As usual
he takes them from me and locks them around my wrists, and then leans in for a
quick kiss. Apparently I�m irresistible; he pulls my head to his shaft and I
eagerly take it in, but after only a few strokes he pulls me off him again. He
stands and points at the table. �On your back.�

�� He chains me
down spread-eagled, and then leaves me to stew for a minute as he goes into the
kitchen. I�m aching just from being tied down with no chance of escape, but
this is only the beginning. What is he planning? He returns with a box which he
sets beside me � no clues to spoil the surprise.

�� Now for
dessert.� Something ice-cold lands on my stomach. I hiss at the searing chill,
but no sooner does the sound leave my mouth than his tongue licks the drop of
cold from my skin. My nose tells me what he�s using: vanilla ice cream. Dessert
indeed. He drops a second spoonful on my chest. The freezing pain is followed
immediately by the touch of his lips, and I mewl. A third, on my shoulder.

�� A pause, and I
wait for the next drop; but when it falls it�s not cold but scalding hot. Caramel
sauce. I yelp and I feel Kakarott purr as he licks it off. He continues to
scatter drops of both randomly across my skin. Ice � fire � ice � ice � fire
� I don�t know where he will touch next, or whether he will give me hot or
cold; the surprise makes each drop as shocking as the first. His lips bring
pleasure equal to the pain, and soon I�m thrashing shamelessly in my chains. Fire
� fire � ice � ice � fire � It�s too much. It�s not enough. I want my
entire body to be immersed in these sensations, not one isolated spot at a
time.

�� Kakarott wanders
over my chest and shoulders in a steady rhythm, never leaving a pause. My head
rolls from side to side, I shout disjointed words and syllables without knowing
what they are. He drops a piece of ice cream directly on my nipple and I
scream; he lets it linger, the cold soaking in, before closing his mouth on it
and swirling his tongue around my flesh. He repeats this on my other nipple
with the hot caramel sauce and I can�t even scream anymore � I�m reduced to
gasping and mumbling.

�� He backs off a
bit to let me catch my breath, then continues his slow progress down my body.
He marks out every nerve on my abdomen and navel. Ice � ice � fire � ice
� He also changes tactics, sometimes laying hot and cold on the same spot one
after another. By the time he reaches my hips I am in full voice again. I am
blind and deaf, oblivious to all but his touch. He works along the insides of
my thighs, where the skin is most sensitive. He stops. And then fire and ice
fall down, together, onto my throbbing sac.

�� My scream shakes
the building. Before I run out of breath his mouth engulfs me; my voice falls
off into a deep moan and I do my best to push my balls deeper into his jaws,
but the chains hold me immobile. I thrash as he licks my sac clean, my only
thought to have more of his touch. His tongue patiently massages my balls, with
a pressure that makes me claw at the table.

�� Then, between
one moment and the next, his mouth is gone and he buries his shaft in me.
Pleasure replaces pain. Kakarott slams into me again and again; his flesh is
the only real thing in my universe. I spiral higher and higher on his thrusts
until my true climax breaks over me. It steals my voice, my sight, all external
perception.

�� I come back to
my senses in time to see Kakarott in the throes of his own orgasm. Or orgasms,
by the look of things. With each long thrust he roars and I feel more of his
seed pour into me. After five or six he finally slows down and falls on top of
me. I am too drained to do anything but lie there; Kakarott barely moves as he
releases the chains. He tumbles us onto the sofa and pulls the blanket off the
back to cover us. (We keep it there just for this purpose.) He picks up one of
my hands � my wrist has a dark bruise all around it from the shackle.

�� That was the
kind of dessert I like.� He lays his lips on mine, gently, and I taste the last
traces of vanilla, caramel and spice.

***

::scoop, scoop:: I�m hungry now. ::scoop, scoop, scoop::

My usual endnotes: I won�t be posting again until the end of
January, but here�s what I�m working on now.

+ �Enough Time�, the promised Mirai Trunks side story.

+ �Desecration: Alternate�, in which, for a change, Goku
becomes Vegeta�s slave.

+ At least 2 more Pure Evil Omakes, each featuring a
different kink.

+ Pure Evil 4 � All I�ll say is, I�m not done bringing
characters back to life. Why do all the cool guys have to die? Why?

+ And last but not least, another crazy oneshot. Title: �The
Frog Prince.� I�ll be posting that one on April Fool�s Day ^^;

There. ::watches readers explode from frustration.:: eh,
nothing a few senzu won�t cure.
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