Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silly Song Series ❯ Cigarette ( Chapter 2 )
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 536 | Visits: 270 | Status: Completed
“Vegeta?”
“Yes, Kakarott.”
I pause, the dream coming back to me, and look around. No tulips to be seen.... I turn back and smile sheepishly, watching as an eyebrow rises. “What are you doing?”
“Smoking.”
I can see that. The long tube moves up and down as he speaks, until he finally huffs and brings his hand up, removing it from his mouth to blow smoke into the air between us. “Why? You have a problem with me smoking now?”
“No! I just-um....” I trail off, watching as he places the cigarette back in his mouth. His lips seal around the tip and he.... Wow...that’s...nice.
“What’s your problem?”
I blink and blush slightly, grinning and laughing nervously. “Nothing!”
“You’re lying. What are you thinking about?”
I meet his eyes again, and the words come out of my mouth without pause. “I’m jealous of your cigarette.”
His mouth hangs open suddenly and the mentioned cigarette looks like it’s going to fall out of his mouth. He snaps his mouth shut and smirks, bringing his hand to the cigarette. Instead of taking it out, he delicately holds it...and sucks.
He pulls the cigarette slowly from his mouth and smoke comes out of his mouth as he speaks. “Jealous? Of this?” He raises the cigarette in his hand and places it back in his mouth again, his lips wrapping around it to draw in smoke again. “Why?”
“I-uh...you’re-sucking on it. And-you do a lot of-things with it.”
“Suck? Like this?” He moves his lips slowly, making it quite clear what he is doing. And my mind does a flip and a swirl. “You have no idea how much pleasure I get from it.”
I know a little whimper comes from my mouth. I know and don’t care. He moves closer to me, that cigarette still in his mouth. His body presses slowly against me and I watch, eyes wide, as he sucks on his cigarette.
He slowly exhales into my face and I blink, the smoke stinging my eyes. “I suggest that we do something kinky.”
“What?” I blink rapidly. “What do you mean?”
“You’re jealous of my cigarette, and how I want to suck on it and not you, right?” I jump as his hands are suddenly at my pants, working on my belt.
“Um...yes?”
He chuckles, the cigarette bobbing up and down. “You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
I get the strange feeling of deja vu and gasp as his hands roughly pull the belt from around my waist, then shove my pants down. I shiver as my skin is exposed to chill air.
He pauses then, and my eyes widen, looking at him as if begging him not to be teasing me. The dream was strange enough, but this would be cruel!
Smirking, he raises his hand back to his cigarette, pulling it out ever so slowly and blowing smoke just past my cheek. He flicks the cigarette to the side and drops to his knees.