Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bad ❯ My Adonis ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, nope not at all. They're not mine. DBZ/DBGT and any possible song I might decide to add to spice things up are in no way, shape, or form whatsoever mine. Right now The Offspring's 'I Want You Bad' is fueling my creative juices but, like I said, it's not mine…damn. Hmm, but if they did so happen to belong to me, especially those two bishounen's Trunks and Goten…mmm, mmm, mmm.

BAD

Chapter 3…My Adonis

By: Ember Maxximus

The aroma of freshly baked pizza and hot wings assaulted my senses before we even entered the fine establishment of Pappa Luigi's Tavern. A light haze of cigarette smoke hardly obscured the assemblage of slightly rowdy regulars intently watching a less than entertaining Hercule Satan pay-per-view boxing match. I rolled my baby blues as the over hill, balding, Afro wearing, supposed slayer of Cell began flexing his not so impressive muscles over his semi unconscious bonehead opponent. Granted, he's the grandfather of my dearest friend Pan, but that little fact hardly obscures the reality that he's the biggest ass on the face of Chikyuu.

We took a booth in the far corner, sitting on opposite ends. No sooner had we sat, I heard my name bellowed from across the room in a hearty Italian accent, "Buonasera*, Bra," came the voice of none other than Luigi himself, carrying a tray full of hot wings and a pitcher of whatever he had on tap. The pleasantly plump pub owner placed two chilled mugs before us, filling them to the rim with ice-cold beer. "So who's your boyfriend?" He inquired, leering at Goten.

"Oh, him, that's Goten and he's not my boyfriend," I replied, beaming up into Luigi's warm brown eyes. "He said that he won't have me and that he can offer me nothing besides friendship, so that'll just has to suffice for now, but I still have hope, Lu." I said in a mock-devastated tone, winking at Luigi.

"I see," said Luigi thoughtfully, smoothing the ends of his perfectly trimmed salt 'n pepper mustache, taking in Goten's overall appearance. "Ms. Bra is attractive, funny and can out eat & drink even my father, Kami rest his soul, so then…" he looked towards Goten with a look of pure deliberation etched on his round grandfatherly face, "you must be gay."

"Nani!?!" Goten exclaimed, taken aback by the bogus accusation and nearly choking on a mouthful of ale. "I'm into women, not men!"

Totally ignoring Goten's declaration of his sexual preference, Luigi began "Tsk, tsk, tsk…let me know when you decide to come out of the closet. My nephew Giovanni would be good for you, I think. It's nice to know that someone with your assets, is batting for our team. Ms. Bra, your handsome friend eats free tonight." And with that Luigi disappeared to cater to the other patrons at tavern.

The whole time I had been biting my bottom lip to reframe from falling into hysterics and rolling on the floor laughing my fucking ass off, while Goten just sat there at a loss for words. "I like girls," I heard him repeat again under his breath, almost to himself. That did it, the floodgates were opened and I couldn't stop from laughing. My vision began to blur as my eyes started watering and I couldn't help but put my own two cents worth in. "Hey batta, batta, batta, swing batter!" I half sung half chuckled, "Lovely assets, Goten! You sure put the ass in aesthetically pleasing." I think the humor of the situation was finally beginning to dawn on him, either that or the prospect of a free meal earned solely on the merits of his good looks, either way he joined me in the laughfest.

Nine pizza's, eighty-eight hot wings, 1.5 pitchers of beer later, and three hours later he and I sat conversing about everything and nothing at all. I never realized that there were so many things that I never knew about him before, until now. I think I've always seen him as Trunks' hottie goofball sidekick. But there's so much more, he's humorous, selfless, easygoing, love's children, and let's not forget that he throws a mean left hook. And I think he was starting to see me as Bra, not his best friend's kid sister that blackmailed him on more than one occasion as a child; but as the woman I've grown to become. Somehow during our intense conversation we migrated to the center of our U shaped booth, facing each other, talking, sharing, baring all.

He reached out to brush a loose tendril of aqua hair out of eyes and behind my ear, allowing his palm to linger on my cheek. "Bra," he spoke my name, barely above a whisper. Searching my face for answers to unasked questions with his vibrant ebony eyes, windows to the soul of the man I wanted more than I've ever wanted anything before in my entire life. "What do you want from me?" For the first time in a long time I was rendered completely speechless. I dare not say what's in my heart, well at least not yet; for fear that I might frighten him away. So, I did the only thing that seemed logical, I kissed him.

I leaned into him, hesitantly tasting his bottom lip at first, running my tongue gently across his lips awaiting entrance to the sweet candy of his mouth. And when he returned my affections I was overjoyed. Slow, sweet, intense kisses. It was as if we were the only two people in the world, he and I. He pulled me into his lap, interlocking his fingers with my own and I could feel the butterflies awaken in my belly spreading their warmth all over like wildfire, reacting to his tender touches. "What do you want from me?" he repeated, breaking the kiss to whisper the unanswered question against my mouth. What did I want? I wanted him to sate this festering desire that burned throughout my soul to have him. I needed him to quench this inferno within me lest I go mad from want and I sensed his inner longings mirrored my own.

"I want everything you have to offer, I want you," I surmise that that was the reply he craved to hear, for he crushed his mouth to mine in a mind numbing kiss. He broke away from me and it was at that moment that I realize we were still in the bar, making out no less with a growing audience, which included a very disappointed Luigi. Goten began flush with embarrassment and to my displeasure he gently removed me from my seat on his lap. I ran my fingers up his inner thigh, proposing in a suggestive voice, "Perhaps we can go to your place and finish this." Without saying a word, he nodded his head and removed my dancing fingers from his leg, bringing my digits to his mouth seductively kissing their tips all the while never taking the bottomless black abyss of his eyes from my yearning indigo ones.

Hastily I dug into the pocket of my worn denim shorts, tossing more than enough zeni on the table to pay for our meal and a generous tip. Oh Kami, this is what I've wanted for so long. I couldn't be anymore anxious to visit his apartment and take all he had to give over and over again until the wee hours of the morning. I eagerly ascended from the booth, pulling him with me to his feet. I felt like a horny high school boy about to loose his virginity on prom night. What has this man done to me? With the way I felt, at this rate I don't think I'll be able to make it to his place, much less the parking the lot. I was able to take whole two-steps towards the exit when I felt him grab my arm and pull me into his strong chest. Nuzzling my exposed throat, he spoke, "Allow me." Allow me? What the fuck? With a whoosh of misplaced air and the vaguest sense of vertigo I found myself in the modest sparsely furnished bedroom of Son Goten's one bedroom apartment.

"Shunkun Idou?" I asked slightly puzzled. Pappa had told me of this special instant transmission technique, but I had always been under the impression that only Goku-san was able to perform this feat. He cracked a tiny smile and in the back of my mind I heard his voice reverberate a goofy 'duh' at the obvious answer. Wisenheimer. Very interesting though, he's going to have to teach me that one.

Pressing his lips once again to mine he spoke, "Bra, I won't jeopardize my friendship with Trunks for one night you." Nani!?

I pushed away from him feeling the sting of his words. Whatever kind of game he's trying to play with me, I'm not the one to tolerate bullshit like this. Hell, I'm Bra Briefs, beautiful, smart, sexy, and rich. I've had men fall over themselves just to have the opportunity to lick my boots. I don't need this shit. Kisama. I spun away looking for the room's exit. Where's is it? Powering up a small energy ball in my hand, I was moments away from creating my own way out. I felt his arms wrap firmly around my waist.

"Zakennayo!" I growled at him, and then from behind I felt his mouth and tongue brush over my sensitive earlobe. I was powerless to his touch; sinking back I melted into his embrace.

"You misunderstood me B, let me finish. I was trying to say that I won't risk your brother's friendship for one night with you, but if I could be with you tonight and every night thereafter then I--, I would like that…if--, if you would consent."

I turn around in his arms, smiling widely at my man…my man, and shoved him roughly down on his bed. This was going to be fun. I smirked evilly at him, "If you could only read my mind, you would know that I've been waiting so long." I confessed to him, pulling my red 'bitch goddess' shirt over my head and sliding off my faded jean shorts. Turning around I modeled my cherry red naughty lingerie, giving him the pre-show of what he'd soon experience. "Get out of clothes time," I ordered, crawling to sit beside him. Well, he didn't need to be told twice, and with lightning speed he was down to only his cotton boxers. Now it was my turn to appreciate my prize and oh what a glorious prize he was; tanned chiseled chest, powerful legs, his flawless physique rivaled that of even Adonis himself, he was beautiful. I climbed atop, straddling his well-built legs, but I don't think he had that in mind. In the blink of an eye I found myself beneath him.

"You know how I like to be on top B, eh?" he quoted my petite funny from our last sparring match as he removed the skimpy undergarments that restricted his access to what he wanted most. His mouth found my neck assaulting it with playful nips and tender kisses, working his way lower he stopped to suckle my sensitive breasts like a hungry newborn, paying homage to them both, putting me into sensory overload. His hot mouth trailed a path lower and lower stopping at the shaved junction of my thighs. "II nioi*," you smell good he growled deep in his throat, inhaling the scent of my hungry sex. Painstakingly slow, his tongue danced across my inner thighs, for added affect he blew my wet skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then he tore into me, ravenously licking and devouring my womanhood like a man trying to win a pootang pie-eating contest. The pleasure he invoked in me was truly euphoric and incomparable to any other experience I've yet to have as I felt my release wash over me with the intensity akin to Niagara Falls. And to think it had been my intention to seduce him and blow his mind, not the other way around.

When the stars vanished and I regained my senses, he was there above me, his handsome face millimeters from mine. I pressed my hands to his pecs, pushing at his torso; I wanted him underneath so that I may return the oral favor, but he held fast, an immobile brick wall, shaking his head no. "No time, I want you too bad," he panted, voice wavering. I could feel his body trembling against mine with suppressed desire. I claimed his mouth with my own, tasting my lingering essence on his talented mouth.

"Then what are you waiting for," I invited, giving my consent to complete what we had begun. He slid into the welcoming orifice of my aching womanhood. I closed my eyes savoring the way he perfectly fit, the way he perfectly completed me. I'm not entirely sure how long it lasted; seconds minutes, but he remained statue still within me. Grasping either side of my face in his palms, he held me until I opened my lusty azure eyes, meeting his obsidian gaze, then he began his slow torturous pace.

I met his every thrust again and again, the sensations he was creating within sending me to the brink of ecstasy. I closed my bracing for my orgasm to wash over when he stopped. "Open your eyes," Goten husked into my ear, "Keep them open," he requested. I did as he implored, hell I would've played the opening credits of the X-Files on a bagpipe had he asked me to, just as long as he continued with his agonizingly blissful ministrations. Locking eyes, he plunged into my warm tightness over and over again all the while adamantly demanding I keep eye contact. Kami, I never knew it could be this good.

I not so gently raked my nails down his back, unknowingly paving a trail of crimson as I went, moaning my encouragement as he quickened his pace. I could see his aura flicker around in him in a golden halo while he maintained his steady rhythmic assault on my convivial body. "Don't hold back," I pleaded. The hesitancy of his aura halted, bursting into in a brilliant display of glimmering luminous golden Ki. His ragged breathing became harsher as he howled his release. Triggered by the waves of pleasure I felt rolling off of him in tidal waves, I followed suit. Holy shit! That had to be the epiphany wowness! I couldn't begin to summarize how amazing that was even if I had fifty days to do so. Exhausted, he collapsed onto me in a sweat glistening pile of 100% USDA beefcake, my man…my man! He rolled us onto ours sides, still remaining in me. Wrapping his arms securely around my waist, we drifted to sleep, laying like spoons. Totally spent and deliriously content, we drifted to sleep, myself and my Adonis…my man.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Keep your eyes open for the next installment of 'BAD', chapter 4, Trouble in Paradise.

A/N: Hey all! Let me know whatcha' think. Did I push the porn envelope too far, I kinda tend to do that **shrugs**. As always, feel free to leave a review. Your thoughts, opinions, and constructive criticism help do wonders for my muse. Until next chapter…~EM

Baka - idiot

Buonasera - good evening (Italian)

II nioi - you smell good

Kisama - polite for, You Fuck

Nani - huh, what

Shunkun Idou - instant transmission technique

Zakennayo - fuck off!

For the most part, the above words came from - "ZAKENNAYO - The Real Japanese You Were Never Taught In School" by Philip J. Cunningahm. A hilarious book, might I add.