Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Desire ❯ Why have a good boy, when you can have a bad man? ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter Two

Why have a good boy, when you can have a bad man.

My eyes darted around the shadow-laden room looking for an intruder. I was almost certain that I felt someone's hands on me but there was no movement except for the sheer curtains floating in the breeze.

More often of late I had been having these dreams. Always dark and vague, of a man standing above me watching me as I slept. I knew it was him, that murderer I had allowed in my home in a moment of weakness. In my dreams, he would stand over me with that smirk of superiority as I writhed in pleasure. When I woke I would always feel so dirty, but so satisfied.

When I had first spied him through the crystal ball I had felt such fear and worry for my friends, but as he threw back his head to laugh in pure amusement at my lover's demise I felt a twinge. A deep, dark, dirty twinge that I never told anyone about.

Later on Namek, when he demanded the Dragon Ball from me, I thought I was going to pee my pants I was so afraid. His guttural voice sent shivers down my spine, but not the fear driven kind.

I don't know what possessed me to invite him to live with me that day. It just popped out. Followed by that, "you're cute" comment, I about melted into the ground with mortification. Everyone thought I was nuts letting him live here, heck, I think I'm nuts, but I can't bear to send him away.

I fear him to much to approach him, but when he isn't looking I watch him. He always struts around in his dark blue training suits, or worse black bike shorts with no shirt. Whenever I see his sweat covered chest I have to resist the urge to reach out and lick the saltiness from him. Sometimes when he catches me looking at him, his eyes will burn into me as if they were piercing my soul. It always looks like he is angry at me, for some imagined sin that I committed against him, but I have done nothing. I brought him into my home, given him all that he desires and yet he still glares at me. Sometimes I can feel the rage build inside of me, but I suppress it. It would not be wise to confront a killer.

Morning comes and I roll out of bed for my ritual shower and primping session. Today I am going to see my boyfriend, but I don't feel my usual giddiness at the prospect. I usually feel sullen and worn out the next day after my intense dreams.

I used to love him so much, my bad boy from the desert. Lately, since he was brought back to life he seems different. With the impending doom of the androids he seems eager to experience life to the fullest and he wants nothing better than to drag me along for the ride. He is more caring and attentive than he ever has been in the past. Almost like he is making up for his past mistakes.

I should be happy to be the center of his world, but sometimes when I look at him, my gut twists. Next to my very oldest friend, he was the strongest man in the world and I relished that. My boyfriend was a Z fighter; he was the brawn to my brain. And now….

I glanced down the corridor that would lead to his rooms. And now, he wasn't the most powerful and neither was he as bad as he used to be. He was so loving and caring…..so nice. Why have a good boy, when you can have a bad man? I gasp at the thought. What is wrong with me! He is the perfect boyfriend and you know it. Stop moping around and get moving.

My lover and I decided to call it quits earlier than expected; it was just so darn hot out! It was one of those sultry days that no matter what you did you just couldn't get dry. Every inch of your skin was coated with perspiration and you felt like you where trying to breathe under water. I padded up the stairs to my room and threw my hair up into a quick bun on top of my head, trying to get the damp mass off my neck. A few teal strands escaped its bindings and lay limply down my back. I then rooted around my closet for a bit, coming up with a breezy linen dress. After a few moments of consideration, I took of my panties and bra and just tossed on the dress, which soon stuck to my body like a second skin. It was just too hot for anything else.

I entered the kitchen looking for some iced tea when I encountered my mother coming out of the laundry room. Seeing me she quickly enlisted my help in doing some chores. Namely, taking some fresh towels to his bathroom.

Confident that he was still out training I trudged up the stairs to his wing and down the corridor to his bathroom. As I approached, the door opened and steam billowed out into the hall, quickly followed by a very wet male with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared. His hair hung down his shoulders in thick strands while droplets of water streamed down his chiseled chest. Arousal hit me like a Mack truck. I licked my lips as I had the sudden urge to lap up those wayward drops. I followed their path with my eyes as they rolled down his washboard stomach and disappeared into the fold of the white towel, which was drapped around a very aroused saiyan.

My face flamed and my eyes shot back up to his face. His onyx eyes were boring into me and he looked distinctly unhappy that I was there. I bit my lip as my hands fisted in the towels that I was holding. I took a step back as I felt fear wash through me. Before I could flee I felt of rush of air and he was in front of me with incredible speed.

I dropped the towels and raised my hands to ward him off but he grasped my small wrists in his large fist and swung me up against the wall. He raised my hands above my head, jerking me up so I was on the tips of my toes, causing my back to arch up to relieve the pressure on my shoulder blades. My breasts brushed up against his chest, dampening the thin material. His eyes glared down into mine and I could see fire raging in their depths. My voice seemed to have shriveled up and died in the back of my throat and I could not speak, I could barely even breathe.

I had never been this close to him before and I could feel the heat radiating off him. Even though I was terrified, I was also aroused. Such a treacherous body. He leaned in close so his breath feathered across my lips and smiled a slow sensuous smile that I hadn't even known he was capable off.

"Sayians are superior to humans in all things. For instance, we have an advanced sense of smell. Do you know what that means?" He questioned.

Still unable to draw the breath to speak, I merely shook my head that I did not.

"It means I can smell your fear Onna, but not only that, I can smell your arousal." The amusement in his face was clear as he smirked down at my now vibrantly red features. My obvious fear and embarrassment still could not stop the almost instantaneous moisture I felt at the apex of my thighs at those whispered words. Still unable to speak I could only make choking sounds.

He slipped his free hand between our bodies lying it on my stomach and I about jumped a mile high. I could feel the heat of his palm burning through the thin linen shift that I wore. His hand slowly crept downwards to eventually cup me through the fabric. I was finally able to speak and I pushed the word out through my numb lips.

"No." I whispered desperately.

"No?" He replied, as he raised his eyebrow.

He removed his hand and I felt its loss intently. He smirked down at me as if he knew exactly what I felt. He placed that offending hand on my bare knee instead, gripping me so tightly that he dimpled my flesh. He slid his hand up my already sweat-slicked leg and under my skirt. It came to rest on the top of my thigh while his thumb barely brushed my nether lips.

Suddenly, my paralyses left me and I tried to clamp my legs closed, but he saw my intent and insinuated his right knee in between my thighs. His thumb slipped past my lips to tease the bud of my flower ever so lightly. The rush of heat that followed the action was embarrassing. When I had sex in the past I had never felt sensations this intensely, most times I would need lubrication to ease my lover's way. However, now my thighs became even wetter with the combination of my juices and perspiration.

Suddenly an almost electrical like shot kissed my very center and spasmed through my entire body. My nipples became impossibly hard and my bud swelled with demanding need. After the wave ebbed I shot a startled glance to my captor.

"That was some of my ki that I shared with you." He bared his teeth in and animalistic grin. "Would you like me to do it again?"

If he did it again I knew for sure that I would go over the edge. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Hell yes, I wanted him to do it again. I barely nodded my ascent to him.

He smirked in his most condescending manner. He leaned down and began to trace my upper lip with the tip of his tongue. Not entering my mouth just teasing me with his taste.

"Then ask me too." He breathed.

I gulped. It was one thing to be able to nod; it was quiet another to give voice to my dark desire. To verbally proclaim that I liked what he did to me and that I wanted him to do it again. To have this man's hands that had been coated with the blood of millions of innocents touch me. His lips that curled in a snarl as he decimated worlds, caress mine. To have eyes that have seen untold horrors, only to look upon me.

My core was throbbing with need and with the barest of movements he flicked his thumb against it once more. I jolted at the sensation and before I could stop myself the words fell from my mouth.

"Please, do it again." I gasped.

And he did. I threw back my head and howled, actually howled for the first time in my life. The sensations rocked through me with such force I thought I would be ripped apart. In the back of my mind a wayward thought echoed. So this is what dying feels like. I rode the waves of my climax and each time they seemed that they would ebb he would flick his thumb and another wave would come crashing down on me. The gut-wrenching climax lasted for nearly five impossible minutes.

When it was over, my body felt boneless and my legs could not longer support me. I hung like a rag doll by his fist still clenching my hands above my head. Tremors shook my limp body uncontrollably and I whimpered in the back of my raw throat. He let my hands go and I fell to my knees before him in the hall.

He walked away from me without a word. Leaving me a pitiful mass on the floor, tears streaming down my face at my weakness. The only sound to be heard was the soft click of his door closing.