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[Chapter .14]
Himitsu
Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'
Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Posted: 2-10-06
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 .14 ]
[ ..... ]
awake for hours already. Unable to sleep. As usual. The stars fade and the birds resume their song. Frigid breeze
seeping in through the cracked window warns me that winter is fast approaching. I usually hate the cold, preferring
summers warm embrace to winter's icy fingers. But now, I hardly notice it as I wait for his signal. Always waiting.
Sitting here in my living room, instead of lying asleep in my warm bed next to my worried wife. Waiting at the crack
of dawn for a call that may or may not even come.
using what seems like a lifetime ago. But his new one is a sudden and dramatic flare of his ki before it slowly
taperes down back to normal. As not to arouse the worry or suspicion of others that can read ki.
circumstance permit. Finding or making any and every excuse to go. The worst of lies drip from my lips
as I explain away my perpetually battle ravaged clothing, my sudden temper and edginess, my dramatic
increase or decrease in appetite, the constant trips to Korin's tower for more and more senzu beans despite
his growing annoyance that I 'treat the sacred beans like candy.' And the promise to stay away from
him that I've broken a thousand times over.
to see him,' as oppose to a 'little sparring.' As if we're not even fighting at all anymore. Like I'd already
cheated. Was there no real difference between our fighting and... and...
before I can even feel guilty about what I've been doing.
[ ..... ]
without end. Fueled by months of pent up fury, sleep deprivation, frustration, and the knowledge that
I wanted what I never should have, but longed for just the same.
could understand. The tongue of insanity. We pick up where we last left off. Where we always leave
ourselves off. At each other's throats... for lack of better, more enjoyable pastimes.
simultaneously. For just a moment, just as the scorching hot energy sears into my clothes and skin, I feel
nothing at all. Completely weightless, formless, emotionless. All thought ceases. I feel nothing. I see nothing.
Nothing binds me to this world or even my self. For the span of a breath, I'd been delivered from the lingering,
violent lunacy of my need and all the guilt and troubles that came with it. His blast was the small bit of
heaven the wrinkled, old ladies in Chichi's favorite, stuffy little church would spend their whole lives singing
and shouting to God just to get a piece of. Bejiita of all people, the devil in blue spandex* gave it to me.
As the power and the burning of Bejiita's ki fades with the passage of cold wind and time, the
feelings I want so much to be rid of rush back and settle into their usual throne atop my shoulders.
The momentum from his blast knocks me against a mountain but not through it. Wearily I pull myself
out of the mountain face and fly back to our so called battle grounds.
simply helping one another battle his inner demons because we couldn't defeat them on our own.
Ironically, it's because of him that I have demons to battle at all.
sleep and anything akin to rest and relaxation has been absent from my life for too long. I catch glimpses of
my face in the mirrors in my house and barely recognize it. I hardly even smile anymore. I don't even
feel like me anymore. The urge to ram a fist into his jaw for the purposes of mock sexual gratification
fades like the morning dew. This is a game I've played once too many.
former navy blue glory. The crisp wind caresses the bare flesh between the rips in his tattered suit,
raising goose bumps on his otherwise smooth skin. A small, rosy nipple on his exposed peck tightens
into a nub. I swallow thickly.
An alarm goes off in my head and sudden tremble passes through me. Why do I even bother? I ignore
my erection and the biting cold. Of course his eyes drift down to the bulge in my lap.
"You know all too well why we do this!!" he snarls at me, crossing his arms. This is probably
the first time we've ever actually stopped and talked about this. We never really talked
about anything, preferring other methods of communication.
easy. Like he didn't go through what I do. Didn't burn like I did.
exist! She's your wife! So takes what is yours!"
you wouldn't be chasing my ass now would you? Heh! 'We can't do this anymore...' Idiot." he spits out in
bruising disdain.
embarrassingly red. I throb painfully at having been reminded so rudely for the millionth time.
vividly as if he'd just said them. Visions of me pinned under him on my hands and knees as he pistons into
me frantically run through my head. The sound of skin slapping skin, grunts and the achingly arousing
sounds he makes. A mattress creaks while I hold on to the head board as it slams into the wall repeatedly.
Bejiita drags moans and pleas for more from me with each violent, hedonistic thrust of his hips.
for the safety and well being of my ass.
right up to him menacingly. Noticing he's struck a tender nerve, he backs away warily. I continue to close in on
him until his back is pressed up against a large boulder. I grab a fistful of his ripped spandex and haul him up
off the ground and look him in the eye.
so that he has to strain to hear me even at this short distance. I clunk my forehead against his in frustration. He
knows exactly what I mean and exactly what I want.
he knows good and well our fights did very little as far as release. He knows why it is we resist our urges and
chose battle over fucking. It all boils down to the wonderful blue haired woman who's heart we'd be breaking,
and the raven haired hell cat that gave me my children and waited for me at home. Our lives, our responsibilities
and promises. It's funny how so much of what we do is the result of some sort of guilt. The throbbing between
my legs make me wish I didn't care about friendship, family and fidelity so much...
my proximity allows me to smell the anger and repressed wantonness roll off of him. But I refuse to back off.
Invading his personal space like he so often does to me. He looks increasingly more uncomfortable, eyes burning
into mine with a look that said he fuck me raw if he'd only let himself. He begins to breath as harshly as I.
Then his eyes finally dart away.
again he turns and gives me his back in defiance. This of course does wonders for my libido. I just sigh. Annoyed
to no end with my own desire and everything I can't fix with violence.
[ ..... ]
it sparring. No more destruction of property or bloodshed. It's getting much too dangerous. Not because we think
we'll be found out but...
and just face the fact that my mind will wander when I'm with her. So what if I saw Bejiita every time I closed my eyes.
Get over it. Frankly if I'm not fighting, I need some sort of release or someone's liable to get hurt.
sparring, I call it training, but it's still violence no matter what reason or circumstance I garnish it with.
fight at all.
as his eyes followed the swaying hips of a red-head in the shortest skirt I'd ever seen
as she sauntered by.
ways, he hadn't really changed at all.
I watched him smile and talk to her fearlessly. Soon enough, not more than five minutes later,
he had her number scribbled onto a small piece of paper.
Bouncing down the street. Off to buy his weight in condoms.
[ ..... ]
turned friend. It's funny how many of my friends started out as enemies.
eyebrow ridges forever lowered in stern contemplation. He either doesn't notice me coming, or he's
chosen to ignore me. Ah the so called element of surprise. When I'm about 5 feet away he finally looks
up and nods his version of a hello to me.
he blinks out of sight.
[ ..... ]
him none the less. His reach, his style, and relaxed fighting tempo are so utterly different from the searing,
overbearing, relentless, brutally merciless attacks of Bejiita's style. God I miss fighting him.
have been nursed.
fires to keep the night's cold at bay was no home by any stretch of the imagination. There isn't even the
slightest hint of civilization, or anything that could ever resemble human contact. Maybe that's what he
wanted. Pikkoro and humans don't mix very well. Not to mention his past as the so called Demon King.
on the sea of my own passing whims and adventures that I'd like the 'free' life with absolutely no attachments.
Where I could go where and when I pleased and not be bothered with someone waiting home worrying.
No responsibilities. I could actually envision myself seeing... being with... with... A life where there would be
no one to let down or, or cheat on, or lie to. But then... there'd be no one at all for anything for that to work.
To be truly free I'd have to be... alone.
something humans and saiyajin have in common.*
my thoughts and waited for them to finish. Or he's just not much of a conversationalist.
jokingly, making a fake little pout with my bottom lip to avoid having to answer.
safe for now," I laugh putting my arm behind my head switching back into classic Gokuu.
I guess I've had a lot of practice with that.
Don't you dare pitch a tent! I cover up my growing discomfort by suddenly looking forward again, staring
out into the great expanse of untouched lands and the deep stain of orange from the setting sun.
just tell him. Tell him everything. To have at least one person know. One person hope to understand so
that I don't have to carry the weight of my own hefty secret alone. But I don't. He can sense something
is wrong without me even uttering a word. I hate how obvious I can be. What I wouldn't give for a snippet
of Bejiita's so called self control.
plain as day. My ki is near Bejiita's almost constantly.
to read people.
[ ..... ]
resting on my folded arms as I watch it fall. I feel like it's been snowing forever. I feel as thought I've
now been confined to my house. Like a child sitting inside, watching the rain ruin another perfect
opportunity to go outside and play. No one will spar with me anymore, my own strength alienating me
from my old friends. Training alone after having such interesting sparring partners in the past quickly
grew tiresome. It's too cold to train outside. Without Bejiita around, the cold is far more apparent.
I even tried to train in the house. Biggest mistake I've made in a while.
hell is wrong with you!!? Do you have any idea how dangerous you are?! You'll bring the whole house
down on top of us!! What then!??"
in his beloved gravity room. There's a quick flash of him bent over the control panels in the center
of the room as he looks back over his shoulder at me with half lidded eyes. |
that maybe my stupid little dream would become a reality. But Chichi would kill me or starve me long before
that could happen. She's very fond of her house and all her precious, useless little things. Not to mention
her books, where a third of our money goes to. The rest is 'invested' in bills and keeping us fed and clothed.
to angelic contentment when she sees that not only have I ceased in trying to blow up our house, but
I'm even reading one of her favorite pieces of literature.
If it were warmer he'd easily just sleep outside..."
own home? Had I spent that much time away from here? Away from them? Was all my sparring
as much of an escape from this house as it was from my own longing?
about myself. I knew such intimate details about other people. Like Bulma's favorite position
is reverse cowgirl. Goten is addicted to sugar and sneaks out of the house more than I do. Chichi
is addicted to cleaning and loves raunchy Greek stories. Master Roshi has read and looked at enough
porn to fill the Grand Canyon, but probably hasn't had sex for the last hundred years. And Bejiita...
I don't want to talk about him right now...
outsider in my own family when someone rings the bell twice.*
was the mailman. Who always makes a point to tell us neither hell no high water will keep him from doing
his job. He considered himself a real hero. Funny guy.
won some ridiculous contest we had no idea we were participants of. Chichi's newest subscription
to Gracious Living magazine. A new book of coupons from Satan Shop Mart. My favorite. And
the bills. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the large, off white envelope that stuck out from in
between the phone and water bill.
between the others and Chichi quickly snatches it out of his hand. After inspecting it as if she expected
it to explode in the next thirty seconds, Chichi's face finally brightens.
too? Did you think the snaky prince made me forget about her? You should know better.
stamp. "Son Family. You have been cordially invited to the semi annual Gizmo Show!" Chichi reads the
finely printed script aloud. Only Bulma would name the grand unveiling of what will no doubt be
revolutionary, and quirky electronics a 'gizmo show.' She always has to be pithy and marketable.
enthusiastically and gets slapped right in the mouth for it.
mom mode and back again. "Though this does sound fun. It's been so long since I've been to the city!
Doesn't this sound fun Gokuu sa?" Chichi asks finally bringing me back into the conversation.
just making fun of me?
Are you gonna eat all the food like last year papa? I wonder if Trunks made anything new too.
You think we have to get dressed up?" Goten asks a mile a minute. I wonder if he actually expects
me to be able to answer them all as I strain my ears over his voice to hear what Chichi is talking about.
back on it's base and turns towards us.
It's amazing the kind of slips of the tongue that could so easily give you away.
hates parties."
Continued.
Author's Notes
1. I guess it's something humans and saiyajin have in common.*
Gokuu no longer seems to think of himself as human / separating himself from them unconsciously.
2. Bejiita, the devil in blue spandex gave it to me.
I mess with the idea that Bejiita's always made to seem almost satanic, yet he's the only one that
gets Gokuu closer to God so to speak. Also kind of a reference to "Devil in a Blue Dress", and an
homage to Camaro's fic "Monster."
3. Someone rings the bell twice. Maybe it's the mailman haha!*
Just a lil allusion to the movie "The Postman Always Rings twice." Interesting old, black and
white film about a couple who committed a crime but I think they get found out by the mailman.