Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 7

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~ Kiya Sama ~ [1]masque83@hotmail.com

Totally AU

Warnings: Men in heat! >_<

Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue

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CHAPTER 7:

Vegeta smiled inwardly at how smoothly things had been going, so far.
First Goku, although he wasn't really sure if the taller man had
bought his story, and now Yamcha, who looked as if he had been in an
argument with someone. Someone that Vegeta wanted, as well. ~This
should be interesting. ~ He mused silently. Stealing a glance at, the
now silent, Yamcha, Vegeta could see how easily one could be attracted
to the man. Although his face was scarred in some places, his eyes
still held a charm all their own. His lips were full and sensual and
longed to be kissed. Topping all of that were the long, dark locks of
hair that framed the handsome face.

"What are you staring at?" Yamcha asked suddenly, really beginning to
curse himself inwardly for not being prepared. Vegeta had introduced
himself and of course Yamcha had been surprised at the fact that he
was Bejita's son. However, Vegeta had not mentioned anything about
meeting Goku, but Yamcha had figured that much out, after all Goku had
called out his name. He felt a dull sense of anger at the fact that
Goku and Vegeta had probably done more than exchange names. ~ Don't
jump into conclusions, Yamcha. You are just letting your imagination
run wild. ~

"Yamcha." Vegeta began softly, keeping his eyes on the road and
basically driving to nowhere in particular. "I have something that you
need. In my possession is over fifty billion worth of gold bars. You
and your partner failed to get it last night, if I am not mistaken."
He listened in amusement to the sharp intake of breath from the other
man. "However, I have a proposition for you. If you accept this, I
will make sure you get every single last one of the gold. Do you agree
to this?" He turned to look at Yamcha.

"What is this proposition?"

"It's simple, really. I refuse to discuss it here, however. I want you
to meet me at the Hotel d' Bolivar, tomorrow. If you do not show up
before three o'clock, I would have no other option but to approach the
ones named Trunks and 17. I do believe they are after the same thing,
as well."

Yamcha stared out the window for several silent minutes. He wasn't
sure what this Vegeta was up to and he didn't like it one bit. But the
guy had what he and Goku had come here for. ~ I could go...listen to
his proposition....Goku dosen't need to know.... ~

"Fine." He answered. "I will be there."

"Good. I knew you would see it my way." Vegeta answered smiling in
satisfaction.

Yes, things were definitely going better than expected.

Trunks snuggled into the warmth beside him. He wrapped his arms around
the body that lay next to him, breathing in the husky scent that was
his mate.

"Mmmm....koi," he murmured, darting out a tongue to lick the skin that
was close to his mouth. At the back of his mind, something told him
that the taste was different, but, Kami! He didn't care right now.
Snuggling even closer, he ground himself against the taut cheeks,
noticing that his own naked flesh was burning up as well. Reaching up
blindly, he reached for the lips that hovered and breathed next to his
hair. Kissing it gently, he suckled lightly on the full lower lip and
then plunged his tongue into the warmth, moaning softly as big hands
wrapped around him, responding as passionately. Bodies rubbed against
each other, straining to do more, when a sudden familiar voice stopped
both men cold.

"Well, its' nice to know that I am appreciated around here,
Trunks-kun." 17 drawled lazily, leaning against the doorway with a
smirk on his face.

Trunks shot his eyes open and stared at the apparition of his mate at
the doorway. ~ Oh, no! I couldn't have been kissing...! ~ He spun
around in shock to see the stupid grin that was etched on Radditz's
face. Suddenly feeling like gagging, he scrambled off the bed and
wrapped the sheets around his naked torso, feeling his face burn with
embarrassment.

"Kami....17...I didn't know it was him...honest..." he began, feeling
way too hot.

"Hehehe....I can always do a three-way, you know." Radditz grinned
lazily, stretching out fully on the bed and displaying his
well-endowed body proudly.

17's smirk disappeared as he approached the lying man. Sliding a
glance to his mate, he grabbed Radditz's turgid flesh and began
sucking him in gentle strokes, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the
red-faced younger man. Moaning, 17 shut his eyes and continued his
ministrations on Radditz, smiling as the big man writhed with delight
on the sheets. Releasing him slowly, making sure to give a quick lick
at the slit on his erect penis, he motioned for his koi to come
closer.

"Come now, koi, let Radditz take care of you." Trunks felt his skin
flush as he noticed the blatant look of desire that both men gave him
as he felt his own erection throb in excitement. Appraoching the bed
slowly, Radditz quickly yanked the sheets away from Trunks's waist and
began to slide rough hands over the throbbing flesh. Trunks threw back
his head, biting his lips to stop the scream that was threatening to
come out. 17 grinned at the sight and went back to work on Radditz's
penis, sucking in deeper as his tongue licked the moist warmth.

Trunks thought he would explode as the larger man replaced his hands
with his mouth. He could barely stand now as his vision became
non-existent. He whimpered as he felt hands reach into his buttocks
and probe searchingly for the pleasure spot. He didn't know or care
who it was; all he knew at this point was that he was probably going
to die sooner or later from over-stimulation.

He gripped the edge of the headboard as he bucked into Radditz's mouth
and the hands that were driving him to the edge behind.
"Yyyyeeessss...." He hissed through gritted teeth, as Radditz began
tweaking his nipples. "Aaahhhhhh....KAMI!!" He finally screamed as his
body became taut and then spasmed with the shocks of his explosive
release. He watched hazily as Radditz caught every drop and licked him
dry, noticing that the larger man was in the midst of his own orgasm.
Radditz bucked sharply against 17 as he spilled his juices into the
warm mouth, panting harshly as he too was sucked off completely. 17
raised his head, wiping a hand across his mouth, as he took in the
sight of the two spent men.

"Hey...." He drawled." Don't I get any?"

Trunks needed no second invitation. Diving forward, he caught his
mates' lips in a crushing kiss, tasting the essence of Radditz in the
process. With expert hands, he removed 17's clothing, watching as the
other man, moved behind him. Radditz parted 17's taut cheeks and began
mauling his prostrate, as Trunks swooped downward and took the
throbbing erection within his mouth.

17 groaned and shut his eyes as both men went to work on him. He
writhed and groaned with pleasure as he felt Radditz begin to suckle
his neck, licking and kissing it feverishly.

Whispering softly, he moaned into the big man's neck, "Fuck me,
Radditz and hard."

Radditz grinned and began to slowly thrust his thick member into the
prepared opening. 17 stiffened a bit, but slowly relaxed as Trunks,
realizing that his mate was a bit uncomfortable, began sucking with
even more thoroughness.

"AHHH...YESSS!!" 17 screamed as his prostrate was stroked with the
swollen flesh over and over again. Blindly, he raised his mate's head
off his own penis and caught the moist, swollen lips with his own.
They kissed frantically for several minutes, before Trunks found
himself on all fours and the feel of his koi's member seeking its'
entrance into his own body.

He shut his eyes and howled as 17 began pumping into his body. The
three men bucked, strained and slammed into each other, feeling the
mounting pleasures of their orgasms. 17 reached around and stroked
Trunks's neglected penis as he bucked harder against the invasion in
his own body. Sweat trickled down perfect bodies as all tried to outdo
each other.

Radditz was the first to explode as he spilled his essence into the
tight warmth before him. 17 sucked in his breath and squeezed his eyes
even harder as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching. Slamming even
harder into Trunks, he tugged the swollen flesh and listened as his
mate arched into him and howl his own completion, spilling his hot
semen all over his hands. 17 held back no longer, as he too came
violently into the slick heat.

All three men collapsed in a heap on the bed. Legs and limbs tangled
in the aftermath of their sexual escapade. Trunks, who had somehow
ended up in the middle, snuggled into the warmth of his love; kissing
the lips softly, he reached around and looked into Radditz's
face.....only to see that the man had already blacked out. Chuckling
slightly, he turned back to his mates' face and noticed the frown on
it.

"What is it, koi?" he asked softly, caressing fingers down the pale
cheek.

"I almost forgot what I came in here to tell you two."

"What was that?"

"I got a strange phone call. Someone wants to meet us at the café down
at Elysie Street tomorrow morning. Said we had to be there before
noon, that he had something that we needed."

"Did he say his name?"

"No...but I have a nasty feeling that I might know who the person is."

Trunks stayed silent for a moment. "Do you think we should go?"

"I say we do. At least let's see what he wants. Bejita doesn't come in
until tomorrow night, so we have plenty of time."

"If you say so. I just don't want any more surprises. I have about had
it with this city."

"I know, koi. I know."

Vegeta parked in front of the hotel and turned around to fully stare
at his passenger. Yamcha squirmed in embarrassment, feeling his face
flush with heat at the intense scrutiny.

"I hope you wouldn't disappoint me, Yamcha." Vegeta said lazily,
trailing lean fingers down the man's face in a soft caress. The other
man seemed to be frozen as his body reacted instinctively to the
touch. He felt his every nerve jump in anticipation and he had to
shake his head to relieve the heady feeling and the sudden increase of
the potent scent of Vegeta.

"I...I s..s..said I would be there." He muttered out, wanting to leave
the car as fast as possible. It was becoming too hard to breathe.
Unable to withdraw his eyes from the magnetism of the obsidian depths,
he whispered hoarsely, "I have to leave, now."

Vegeta grinned wickedly as he leaned forward quickly and seized the
full lips in a swift but bruising kiss. Taking advantage of Yamcha's
gasp of surprise, he dipped his tongue into the warm mouth, sucking
gently as he moaned softly. Yamcha couldn't respond. He was in too
much of a shock to do anything, really. This was happening all too
fast for him and quite frankly, he didn't know what to do. Seizing
hold of Vegeta's shoulders he pulled the smaller man away from him and
looking deep into the hazy depths, he said steadily, but quietly said,

"I am sorry, Vegeta. I cannot do this. I will come to your hotel
tomorrow and you will help me. But please, do not let this happen
again."

Vegeta smirked and then laughed softly, "Let me guess, your partner
wouldn't like you cheating on him, ne?"

Yamcha flushed and then opening the door, he stepped out. Leaning back
down to look at Vegeta, he smiled and replied, "Yes, Vegeta. I have a
very jealous mate. Goodnight."

Vegeta watched him disappear into the hotel, the smile vanishing from
his face and quickly replaced with a frown. ~ We will see about that,
my good man, we will see. ~

Cranking up his car with more force than necessary, he sped off into
the early dawn, getting ready for the very busy day ahead of him.

The beautiful brunette walked into the Swiss Bank and headed straight
to the teller. Smiling brightly, she opened up her briefcase and
handed over the documents.

"Thank you, Miss Blanc. We will process this immediately."

The woman watched as the teller disappeared into the back offices.
Picking up her cell-phone she gave instructions to the other person at
the end of the line. She quickly replaced the phone as the teller
appeared. Grinning widely, the shapely woman accepted the now empty
briefcase and walked back out into the bright sunshine.

In another twenty-four hours, all of Bejita's International accounts
would be in one man's possession.

References

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