Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 9

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

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

Totally AU

Warnings:

Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue

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CHAPTER 9:

It was a very uncomfortable trip up to the penthouse. All three men
stood uncomfortably in the elevator as they avoided each other eyes.
Except for the fact that avoiding each others' eyes meant having to
look at the compact, but well built man in front of them, who happened
to be giving them a great view of his firm rear. Yamcha felt his face
flush as his mind raced with images he didn't even want to mention and
sliding a glance to his mate, he noticed the same flush on his face,
as well. ~ Great! We both have the hots for one man. ~

Vegeta smiled softly as he felt the other men's discomfort. His body
tingled and ached with anticipation, as his wanton mind was filled
with all the pleasurable things he could do to them.

~ Gently now, Vegeta. Remember what you need them for first. ~

He knew they were staring at him and he loved it. Barely able to
contain himself, he snuck a peak at both of them, nearly bursting with
laughter at the brooding looks on their faces. After what seemed like
eons to Goku and Yamcha, the elevator finally reached its' destination
and all three breathed inward sighs of relief. Stepping out of the
confining space, Vegeta sauntered up to his doorway and glancing over
his shoulder, he said slyly, "This way, gentlemen."

The two partners stepped into a tasteful but highly furnished room.
The dining room had already been set for dinner, and stationed at
various parts of the large living/dining room area; ice buckets were
filled with expensive looking champagne. They noticed the soft lights
of candles as Vegeta pressed an automatic button that closed the
curtains and gave the room a somewhat surreal look. Both men stole
quick glances at each other, wondering what the hell was going on.
Vegeta grinned and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it across a
sofa in a careless move.

"Are you both going to stand there like morons? Or are you going to
join me for a drink?" he asked in amusement, as he uncorked one of the
bottles and began pouring some of the sparkling drink into tall
glasses.

"What is this all about, Vegeta?" Goku asked, removing his jacket as
well and hanging it on the coat rack in the corner. Yamcha did the
same and numbly accepted his drink from Vegeta, drinking it quickly to
soothe his jumping nerves.

"What is what all about Goku? Is it so wrong to ask someone out to a
quick lunch?" he replied huskily, as he gave Goku his own glass,
making sure that their fingers brushed against each other. ~ Kuso! ~
Goku thought frantically. ~That jolt again.~ and darn if his pants
weren't getting way too tight. Turning away from the poignant look
from the smaller man, he moved to sit beside a stiff Yamcha, who by
this time had his champagne glass in a death grip.

~ Chikuso! They are making out right in front of me! ~ The man thought
in anguish.

Vegeta sat himself across the two men and let the heavy silence fall
as he watched them over the rim of his glass. He noticed the tense
body language. Obviously, the two men were in the midst of personal
crises, because neither of them made an attempt to speak, look nor
even touch each other. ~ Probably my fault....~ Vegeta thought
snickering. Placing his glass down, he announced suddenly,

"Either of you, two, hungry, because I am starved!" Not waiting to see
if they were coming or not, he headed off to the food laden table and
began helping himself. Both men jumped up at the same time and then
looked at each other with frowns on their faces.

"After you..."Goku said, giving a mock bow as he directed Yamcha to
the table.

"No..no...why don't you go ahead." Yamcha replied curtly. "Since you
like to eat a lot and I guess you will probably be extremely hungry."

Goku hissed beneath his breath and speaking in a hushed but angry
whisper, he answered his mate, "Listen Yamcha, lets' now start right
now, okay? Lets' just eat the fucking food and then we can continue
our fighting back at the hotel!"

"What makes you think I want to go back anywhere with you! I bet you
wish I wasn't here, so that you could be here all by yourself with
Vegeta!" Yamcha whispered back angrily.

"Why, you...."

Vegeta stared at the two men, chewing gently on his caviar, as they
bickered back and forth. It was a funny thing to see and it was taking
all his strength not to collapse with laughter. Finally having seen
enough, he walked up to them and raising the tray to their noses, he
asked mockingly,

"Caviar? Anyone?"

Spots of red darkened each man's cheeks as they stared at the food in
front of them. Vegeta watched as they both reached for the tray at the
same time and the flinches that followed. ~ Kami! This is ridiculous.~

"Excuse me for asking this, gentlemen. But is there some kind of a
problem I should know about?"

"NO!" They both replied sharply, not taking their eyes off each other.

"If anyone has a problem here, it would have to be Mr. Wonder boy, who
thinks he can outsmart anyone...." Yamcha snapped.

"Well, excuse me for living, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes! But I am not the one
who keeps being a complete and total asshole ninety-nine point nine
percent of the time!" Goku snapped back, really about to lose it, now.

Vegeta dropped the tray in irritation and in a quick move, grabbed a
hold of Goku's hair and yanked the sneering lips to his in a bruising
kiss. ~ Lets' see what you have to say now, Yamcha, my friend. ~ He
thought; as he dipped his tongue into the surprised man above him.

Yamcha felt like he had been sucker punched as he watched the display.
His whole body went cold and his hands clenched into tight fists, as
the rage began to fill the now trembling body ~ What the fuck was
this?! And Goku is...he was....is... responding!! The bastard!!~

About to open his mouth to yell at both of them, he was stunned into
silence as Vegeta had spun away from Goku and was now kissing him with
the same passion. Yamcha groaned involuntarily as the warmth of the
smaller man's tongue created the most amazing sensations he had ever
felt. Vegeta grinned as he withdrew his lips gently, glancing over his
shoulder to see the shocked/dazed look on Goku's face.

"Now, gentlemen. If you are done with your little fight, I would very
much like to eat..." leaving the words hanging suggestively in the
air. He walked back to the table and was surprised to find his hands
trembling slightly, as he tried to pick non-chalantly at his meal.

~Kuso! What are they still doing?~ He raised his eyes to notice that
the two men had begun walking up to the table. He watched as they both
sat down awkwardly and began to select their meal quietly. Once or
twice, they would both reach out for the same thing, and it would take
several seconds of silent dueling before either one would concede.
Vegeta frowned as he watched their actions. ~ Hn. If I didn't know any
better, I would say they were acting like quarrelsome lovers.~ Vegeta
knew that they were more than just working partners and he was envious
of that. Although, he knew that Goku was the more dominating of the
two, he realized that he wasn't really doing much to make the
relationship work. Not wanting to break up a beautiful relationship ~
Yeah, right! ~ Vegeta, however, needed the two of them, as partners.
At least until his plans were done and carried out. But first, he had
to weaken their resolve, especially Goku's.

"More wine?" he asked, already filling up Goku's glass. He turned
towards Yamcha and filled his, as well.

"So what did you want us here for, Vegeta?" Goku asked again, as he
began eating.

"You did say, you had a proposition for me....uh...us...." Yamcha
said, glancing at the glare from Goku.

Vegeta finished down his drink and leaned back in his chair, lowering
eyes as he took in the sight of the questioning men.

"Yes, I do believe that I did." He got up quickly from the chair and
paced over to the larger windows, drawing back the curtains to stare
at the skyline. "You see, my friends. I want you both to work for me
from now on." Hearing the sharp intake of breaths behind him, he
waited, smiling inwardly at the refusals he was sure to expect. When
nothing was said, he turned around and saw the neutral looks on the
men's faces. ~ Hn. True Professionals. Listen before you make a
judgment. ~ Then why the hell was he so nervous?

Pacing beside the windows, he continued, "I need you both to quit your
current boss and to work full time for me. I guarantee that you will
be fully compensated and that you will be treated with even more
respect than your current employer tends to give to you...."

"No."

"No?" Vegeta blinked at Goku's curt answer. No one dared refuse him.
How dare he? Smirking grimly, he folded his arms and asked calmly,
"And why not, Goku-san?"

"I think what Goku was trying to say, was that we want to think about
it for a while." Yamcha replied curtly, ignoring the daggers that were
shot at him from across the table.

"Is that true, Goku?" Vegeta asked, smiling at the counter punch.

"I said'NO'! Our loyalties lie with Piccolo in case you have
forgotten, Yamcha. So before you go selling yourself out....think
about the consequences." Goku spat out, rising from the table. "Thanks
for a great lunch, Vegeta, but I have to go, now. We are expecting
someone soon."

Vegeta felt his temper rise slowly. He could not afford to lose this
man now. It would ruin everything. Stalking after the disappearing
man, he blocked his path and replied in clipped tones, "I hope you
realize what a big mistake you are making here. I am offering you the
opportunity of a life time and you dare to walk away?!"

"What opportunity?!" Goku yelled back. "Do you think kissing me and
trying to seduce me is going to make me crawl at your feet? Then you
are sadly mistaken, Vegeta! I do not beg or grovel to anyone!
Understand?! Now, if you don't mind....I have to leave now!"

He turned around to open the door, when Yamcha, seemingly from
nowhere, blocked his way again. Looking into his lovers' eyes, he
pleaded silently for him to wait. Goku gritted his teeth, trying to
resist the look he was receiving.

"Please koi," Yamcha murmured huskily, the alcohol making his head
buzz a bit. He didn't want to leave just yet. He had the sudden
ridiculous urge to make love to his partner, and knowing Goku's state,
right now, he wasn't really sure if that was such a good idea. "Lets'
just stay and listen to what the man has to say. And if we don't like
it, we can always leave. Hmmm?" He whispered as his lips brushed
lightly against the stern ones before him.

Goku felt himself get heady from the words that came out of his mate's
lips and he groaned weakly as their lips met. Not caring if Vegeta was
watching or not, he raised his hands and cupping Yamcha's face, he
slid his tongue into the waiting mouth, deepening the kiss. The two
men gasped at the shock that went through their bodies as they began
to kiss franctically.

"Oh Kami....Yamcha...."Goku moaned thickly, as Yamcha trailed his lips
down his neck. Throwing back his head, he raised heavy lidded eyes as
they clashed with obsidian ones that burned with similar lust. Raising
his head, he withdrew gently from his mate and never taking his eyes
off Vegeta he swooped down and caught the parted, sensual lips in a
kiss that made them burn in its intensity. Yamcha figured he was
supposed to get angry at this point, but hell! He was feeling too good
right now.

Pulling Goku's head away from Vegeta, he leaned down and captured the
smaller man's mouth, kissing him with a thoroughness that made Vegeta
groan with desire. Goku began taking off his jacket, seeing that plans
to wait for Piccolo might as well....wait.

"They are not at their hotel room, sir." Kibito said, as he looked
into the cold eyes of his employer.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir. The managers said that they left about thirty minutes apart
from each other. They seemed to be heading down to the main city."

"How are the trackers coming along?"

"They are still trying to pinpoint their location. It seems that both
of them might be in the same place."

"SIR!" Both men turned around quickly as one of the workers approached
them.

"What is it, Shin?"

"We have located their whereabouts, sir. It seems that they are at the
Hotel d'Bolivar."

"Alone?"

"No.....They are with someone else."

"One of our own?"

"No, sir. An outside party."

The large man gritted his teeth in anger. An outside party. Those
fools!!

"Shin...I need you to send someone over there....I think it is time
for our boys to learn a little lesson."

"Yes, Mr. Piccolo sir. We are on our way."

Vegeta shut his eyes and hissed in his breath as he writhed and
groaned with delirium on the satin sheets. He had never experienced
such pleasure before and wasn't sure if he would live to tell about it
the next day, at the rate these two beautiful men were going on him.

"AHHHH....OH, YES!!" He screamed out, as Yamcha sucked in his cheeks
and deep-throated his throbbing flesh, while pumping his fingers into
the tight heat behind. Goku nipped and suckled gently on his nipples,
laving each with his saliva and then blowing softly on them. He
gripped Vegeta's hands and pushed them to the side as he caught the
now swollen lips in another soul-searing kiss. Vegeta moaned and
bucked up sharply at the sweet sensations. His swirled his tongue
against Goku's and whimpered as Yamcha brushed against his prostrate,
causing him to shut his eyes and throw his head back in ecstasy. He
thrashed his head about, feeling himself about to explode, as Goku
continued to lick and nip gently at his jaw and neck. Sliding
downwards, he removed Yamcha's head away from Vegeta's member and
kissed him slowly, causing the neglected man to raise lust filled eyes
at them, wondering why they had stopped.

He watched as the two men, licked and kissed each other with abandon,
moaning slightly, as the sight turned him on even further. Yamcha
still had a grip on his turgid flesh and was stroking it as he was
locked in with his mate. Eventually both men released each other, only
to stare at Vegeta with devilish glints in their eyes. Vegeta had only
a moment to think before he felt two sets of tongues working on his
nether regions. Goku had begun to suck again on his penis, while
Yamcha went to work on his swollen sacs, licking and sucking gently on
them. Vegeta felt sure he had died and gone to heaven.
"AAAHHHHH....KKAMMMMMIIIII" He howled out his joy to the world, as
rainbow colors danced across his blinded vision. He bucked and writhed
so wildly, that both men had to stop him. Goku released Vegeta just as
he was about to let go and Vegeta nearly passed out in anguish.

Grinning wickedly, he lifted his mate up again and making sure that
the smaller man was watching them, he turned Yamcha around on all
fours and then thrust his own swollen heat into his mate's unprepared
opening. Yamcha howled at the invasion, but still bucked against
Goku's body in a motion that clearly meant `faster'. Goku pounded away
at the muscled body, withdrawing all the way out and then slamming
himself back in, faster and faster as his eyes were locked on the
obsidian ones that flashed with something he couldn't quite fathom. He
shut his eyes as he felt himself about to reach edge. Leaning against
his lover, he shifted into another position, creating even more
friction and causing Yamcha to become speechless, as he arched his
back into Goku's hot skin.

Vegeta had seen enough. His own flesh was at breaking point and quite
frankly, he couldn't take it any more. In a swift move, he thrust his
fingers into Goku's anus, feeling the quick jerk at the invasion and
the following whimper as he mauled the spot continuously. Goku began
to pound into the man below him even faster as Vegeta found his
prostrate. "OOOOHHH .....VVEGETAA!! NOW!!" Needing no second
invitation, Vegeta thrust his throbbing heat into the slick one before
him and stilled at the amazing sensation it brought. Goku hissed in
his breath in pain and then slowly relaxed as he began thrusting back
to the smaller man behind him.

Vegeta was sure he was in heaven. There was no other way to describe
this. Moving rapidly, he thrust into Goku's body, causing Goku to slam
himself into Yamcha as all three men, rode each other into a frenzy.
Sweat and heat drenched the tight bodies as a cacophony of grunts,
pants and howls filled the air. Yamcha reached to tug at his neglected
member and jerked as Goku's hands joined his. They both worked the
throbbing skin in rapid strokes as Yamcha suddenly tightened in
approaching orgasm. He turned around and seized Goku's lips in a
bruising kiss as he exploded onto their hands and sheets. Groaning
weakly with the intensity of it, he collapsed limply on the bed and
watched through hazy eyes as his mate and Vegeta were still pounding
away.

Goku arched into Vegeta as he withdrew from Yamcha. He grabbed
Vegeta's hand and placed it on his unsatisfied flesh. Vegeta stroked
the heated skin as both men bucked and writhed against each other.
Goku felt it coming and with a whimper turned and caught the sensual
lips behind him, kissing Vegeta with such intensity, that Vegeta felt
his own member tighten within Goku's body. With a swift jerk, he
emptied himself into the taut cheeks as Goku tightened himself around
him. Screaming himself, at his own approaching climax, Goku spilled
his own juices onto the strong hands and onto his mate's body,
shuddering as the aftershocks claimed his heated skin. Vegeta
collapsed bonelessly onto Goku's back, as he tried to calm down his
own spasms.

Sinking onto the sheets, the men snuggled into each other's warmth and
gave each other light kisses in satiated content. Feeling the after
effects of such a good workout, they succumbed to blissful darkness in
sleep.

The tall man walked into the hotel lobby and walked up to the hotel
manager.

"I have a package for a Mr. Brunswick." He said, smiling gently.

"I am sorry, sir, but we cannot allow visitors into the hotel without
permission."

"Why don't you ask him. I am sure he is expecting me."

"Of course. Just one moment, please"

The man watched as the woman punched in the numbers to the room. She
frowned as it beeped in response. Mr. Brunswick had never allowed
visitors before, but heck! It beeped.

"Well, sir, I guess Mr. Brunswick will see you now."

"Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle." The man smiled gently in return, as he
made his way up to the Penthouse suites.

References

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