Uncharted Waters

Chapter VIII

Piccolo was ready to crawl up the walls. It had been three hours…three long drawn out hours since they left that tiny closet in the shopping center. He had been forced to sit through dinner with Gohan and his family, trying his damnedest to pay attention to what they were jabbering about.

It was difficult enough just sitting still with a rock hard erection, but with his mate sending him provocative images and mentally expressing all of the filthy things he was going to do to him, it made it nearly impossible. He tried looking everywhere other than at the Saiyan seated next to him, but still the torture continued. When he did accidentally glance in the older man’s direction, he was rewarded by a dark look that sent chills up his spine. He found it beyond erotic when his mate played up his sinister side.

It took every ounce of training he had to just get through dinner, but apparently his distress didn’t go unnoticed. Gohan, his one time student, had asked him with concern if he was feeling okay as he looked a little flushed. The Namek had wanted to die right there and then. He was so humiliated, and so turned on by the fact at the same time. Finally, after what had seemed an eternity, Videl announced that they had to leave. Piccolo could have sung her praises.

Of course nothing was that easy. Vegeta, the sadistic prick, had gotten into his pointy head that he needed to pick up another holiday gift for Trunks. Piccolo could have killed him. Well, fucked him through the wall and then killed him, he did have his priorities after all. The Namek had tried to argue that they had already spent a considerable amount on the teen. His mate, however, had raised a brow and asked indifferently if he would rather see a movie instead; “Perhaps a long, tedious, epic?” This had ceased any further complaints from the green man.

Vegeta, on his part, was making the most of the situation. He would accidentally brush against the taller man in the most inconvenient of places. All the while, sending a continuous stream of pornographic images to his brain; a dark promise of what was to come. He would then continue their play by subtly ordering him about. And the Namek complied, to every single command. How could he not? Like a drug, it was driving him to new heights. Pleasure, yes, but an uncomfortable one.

The demon warrior’s body felt stretched, as if his skin was too tight. Every nerve was ignited. His senses were too keen, too sharp. He could hear the very blood rushing through his veins, still he could taste his lover’s seed, even after the recent meal, coating his tongue like a fine wine. His eyes took in every minute detail; the creases in the Saiyan’s jeans, the cut of his shirt revealing a flash of throat, every breath, every swallow. Every strand of raven hair was embossed in his mind. His brain, however, was fogged with lust. He couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the sultry movements of his lover. Hell he could hardly walk straight. Of course, this was understandable due to the painful entrapment of his sex.

God, he wanted to break it; damn cock collar. Later he would wonder at his mate’s choice of toy, but at the moment he couldn’t spare the brain cells. Clenching his fists, he dug his nails into his palms nearly drawing blood. But the pain did little to take his attention away from his screaming erection.

Vegeta, was having his own troubles keeping his manhood in check. He could sense, quite acutely, his mate’s near frenzied state. There were also the physical signs of heightened breathing, dilated pupils and agitated movements. All of which he took delight in, knowing full well he was the cause of it all. The spicy scent his lover was giving off was divine and entirely enough to bring him to full arousal. Not one to prolong his own discomfort, he glanced in the direction of his mate.

“This place is grating on my nerves. Hold this,” he thrust out a shopping bag that was quickly taken from his arms, “Now let’s get out of here, oh,” his lip curled slightly, “and do try to keep up, I’m in no mood to wait should you lag behind.”

The Namek’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Vegeta chuckled sporting an infuriating smile, knowing he was walking on thin ice. He knew which buttons to push, and he knew his lover would later seek revenge in some twisted delicious way. All the better for him, so he taunted him further, You want so much to disobey don’t you? Do it, I dare you. …No? Hm, I didn’t think you had it in you. I like you placid like this anyway…

Piccolo wisely sent nothing back, he knew he was being goaded, but to be honest he really couldn’t focus on what the prince was sending to him. All he had really heard was, “lets get out of here,” so he bowed his head slightly indicating he was ready to go. Besides, any arguing would only result in more waiting, and he felt like he was going to explode as it was.

They exited the building, quickly taking to the skies. Although he may have taunted his lover about it, the prince didn’t have to worry about the Namek keeping up. He had never seen the taller man fly so fast, in fact he had to order him to slow down for fear of losing the packages.

In record time they arrived at the Lookout. Vegeta beckoned his ‘servant’ into their bedroom, there wasn’t any need, as Piccolo nearly ran him over to get inside. With a smirk the prince followed, more than ready himself to continue where they had left off. He strode into the room and seated himself like a king at his throne in one of the overstuffed chairs pushed in the corner. With a seemingly disdainful eye he studied the Namek in front of him.

“Undress.”

The trenchcoat was thrown to the floor and slowly piece by piece clothing was added to the pile revealing more and more spans of green and pink skin. The elite shifted in his seat despite himself, he had a beautiful mate, and a very toned one at that. He bit his lip as the last piece was discarded to the floor revealing the engorged member that was so ruthlessly trapped. His eyes widened slightly, no wonder Piccolo could hardly sit still, his erection was awe inspiring.

“Kneel.” the prince ordered, a bit out of breath.

Sucking in a deep breath of air the Demon Lord sank to his knees unable to hide the tremors that laced up his stooped form. His mind was so wholly consumed with desire he was shaking. Only his Saiyan could have brought him to such a state, and it was only his Saiyan who could bring him out of it. So with a whimper he begged, “Vegeta…please.”

The Prince rose from his seat and walked over to his lover, a pleased look upon his face.

“You do well to beg.” He jabbed a finger at him to make the point, “How do you like that?” He sneered, “Selfish boy.” Leaning down to look his captive in the eyes, “It’s not fun, is it? Maybe that will teach you to be more considerate to other’s needs in the future. In all honesty I should leave….ohh.” The older man’s speech was cut short when his fingertip that had been pointed in the Namek’s face was suddenly being suckled by skilled lips. Unfurling his hand he allowed his lover to move on to the other digits, sucking slowly but strongly ach ach one. Finally the younger man moved to the palm and then slid up to the wrist, delicately moving his mouth along the pulse. A small moan escaped shorter warrior, “Damn you for knowing my weaknesses.”

The prince thought he caught the Namek smirking at this, but it passed so quickly he couldn’t be certain. Feeling that his clothes were becoming much too uncomfortable he demanded that his lover remove them.

Piccolo swiftly but gently—he didn’t want to rip anything, lest he end up in this situation again—removed the Saiyan’s clothing, smoothing his hands down his lover’s thighs in the process. With hooded eyes, Vegeta watched him, holding himself back with a great amount of will power. When the Namek finished his task he met his ‘master’s’ gaze, expectantly.

“Summon the oil.”

The green warrior’s eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat at the prospect of what was to come. Scrambling to comply, he held his hand up. A drawer by their bedside slid open and a vial flew out to land neatly in his palm. He held it out to his lover. Vegeta couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. This was better than Christmas. Here he was, the tall oh so mighty Namek, on his knees, prick engorged with blood, bound and leaking, ready for the taking. He refused the vial and instead told his captive to do the deed himself.

With shaking hands Piccolo complied, dumping the contents into his palm and then wrapping it around the thick shaft that jutted out proudly before him. He lubricated his lover’s sex swiftly, the thought of that cock buried deep inside him, quickening his movements.

The tube was plucked from his quaking fingers and his lover knelt in front of him. He was wrapped in a tight embrace, the smaller figure writhing against him, brushing their lengths together. He exclaimed loudly due to the contact but his mouth was soon devoured by the Saiyan prince, stifling any further noise. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, however, the need for air was essential and the prince broke away. With a smirk, he backed away and repositioned himself behind his lover. Gently, he pushed his lover forward to balance himself on his hands and knees. The Namek easily moved into the position but could not stifle a gasp when his legs were pulled apart and a slick digit worked its way inside him.

He almost told the older man to forego the preparation andt fut fuck him already. But Vegeta would only have scolded him and perhaps prolonged his discomfort even more. Finally after three fingers, something much more solid and warm invaded him, hitting his prostate with precise accuracy.

The prince groaned as he buried himself into that tight heat, his mate reacted with a silent scream. Fully seated in his lover, he pulled out almost completely before driving back in with more force. Piccolo’s senses were going into overload and he could do no more than thrash underneath his lover. Unknowingly the younger raised his ki, causing the man behind him to shriek in pleasure. The thrusts became more powerful and more animal like in nature. Growling and hissing, the prince drove himself further and further into his mate raising his own ki in the process. The Namek’s eyes shot wide from the sensation, he gasped and moaned, tears of frustration rolling down his face. The pleasure was dizzying but not being able to release it was growing too unbearable.

Vegeta must havckedcked up on this because he almost reached around to remove the restraint, but he stopped short, a sinister smile curling his lips. Instead he pistoned his hips faster at a blurring speed, driving the Namek beneath him mad with need.

Piccolo desperately wanted to say something to put a stop to this play when he felt his lover groan and stiffen behind him. He could feel the Saiyan’s shaft pulse within him, spilling its seed and coating his insides. The Prince slumped over his back for a short moment before pulling out.

The Namek was beyond words at this point, he felt like his entire being was on fire, each muscle felt locked into place. So he didn’t protest when a strong arm wrapped around his mid-section and hefted him up to the bed not far away. He was placed on the bed, but this time his mate had rolled under him.

Upon seeing his lover’s face the Saiyan gasped. He now knew why Piccolo was considered by many as a demon. His lips were drawn back exposing razor sharp fangs, his shimmering black eyes were huge, pupils dilated and centered on him. The Namek’s chest heaved with every breath, shaking the very bed they were on. The prince swore his lover’s tongue should have been forked as it snaked out across glistening teeth as if tasting the very air. Then there was the growling sound issuing from the back of the taller warrior’s throat and his emerald skin took on an ever deeper shade of green. He looked like evil incarnate that had crawled from the lowest bowels of Hell. Vegeta had never seen anything so sexy.

Moaning, he took the last of the oil and prepared himself with it, making his lover watch him. His Sayian blood hammered through his veins bringing him to arousal once more.

Piccolo’s mouth went dry at the site of his lover finger fucking himself, he knew asn’asn’t supposed to touch but he couldn’t help it and reached out a hand to wrap it around the growing cock, coaxing it to full attention. Vegeta didn’t seem to mind and in fact leaned into his grasp. Finally he spoke, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Gods yes,” his voice was thick, “let me fuck you, please let me fuck you.”

“Well when you beg so nicely,” he moaned as his lover increased the pressure on his throbbing cock, “Besides it would be a shame to let this,” he finally wrapped his well oiled hands around the heavy cock that was causing his younger lover so much discomfort, “go to waste.”

Nearly screaming, Piccolo collapsed on the shorter man with a gasp. Vegeta wasted no time and wrapped his legs around his lover’s torso, he was glad he took the time to prepare himself as he felt himself stretched to the limits. He cried out as he was violently thrust into. His lover was already reaching new heights as far as ki levels, and Vegeta had to bring himself to an ascended Super Saiyan in order to take back control of himself. His back arched brutally off the bed when his lover thrust wildly into him. The Namek pushed himself up on his hands, raking his nails down the bed causing deep furrows deep within the mattress.

Suddenly the prince felt himself lifted in the air, he wrapped his legs tighter around the taller man. He didn’t need to look down to know that the bed was far beneath them. Re-aligning his own ki, he pushed down hard on his mate. With a cry the green man reached up with one hand to still his lover’s hips and twisted the other in the back of that black flame of hair. Muttering incoherently, the prince was very close to the edge. Finally on the verge of his third climax for the day he decided to have mercy on his captor and reached between them to unclasp the leather cock ring.

The prince heard a deep breath above him followed by a scream. A bright blindiightight erupted in the room, rattling the very foundation of the Lookout. Piccolo paid this no mind but instead drove deep within the body around him arching his back nearly in two. He thrust one last time and with that he felt his climax rush over him, with another cry he bent forward and latched unto the junction of the Sayian’s neck and shoulder, his fangs sinking deep within the skin. Vegeta was startled by the sudden movement but the sharp introduction of pain sent him reeling over the edge. He matched his lover’s cry and violently shook in the taller warrior’s grasp, adding his own blast of energy that caused his golden hair to grow even further, but that too went unnoticed as he duly coating their stomachs with white sticky seed.

The sudden spasming around his cock and taste of blood on his tongue sent the demon spiraling further, energy crackling around hs hes he came…and he came…and he came some more. He couldn’t breathe, finally his body stopped shaking. The world went black and then he was falling.

Luckily for him, the prince was still conscious and slowed their descent to lie gently back on the bed. Not that the bed was of too much use anymore. It was shredded and several of the legs were broken. His lover lay unconscious in his arms, deeply breathing. He felt a slight sting in his neck where he had been bitten. ‘Vampire,’ he thought fondly. His eyes traveled to the walls, which were cracked as was the ceiling, chunks of plaster lay loose on the floor. Many if not all of the ornamental pieces around the room were demolished. They had both ascended to new levels, if only briefly. Vegeta smiled to himself, and looked at the little leather contraptiont wat was still clutched in his hand.

“Best twelve bucks I ever spent.”