Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Love ❯ Sparks Will Fly ( Prologue )

A/N: Warning! This a hardcore Plot, what plot? Lemon. If you don't like 'em, don't read this!

{Dedicated to all the lovely peeps in the Yamar Fiction group =) (Especially you, Kinomi! ::huggles:: ) }

"Tainted Love"

Faye Valentine

Marron's apartment door slammed shut behind Trunks, and she heard his footsteps stomp down the hall and outside. She sighed. This was his mistake, his lie, his loss. She had already cried her tears. She was a big girl now - 22- and she didn't have to rely on Trunks as a crutch anymore. He was the one who had kept it going as long as he had- she hadn't forced him to.

Marron got up to look out the window- the only place where she could observe Satan City indifferently, thinking of no one else's problems but her own. She usually found an answer when she searched at this window. "Holy Dende!" She exclaimed quietly to herself. Lo and behold, who but Yamucha was making his way towards her apartment complex! She grinned. He was old enough to be her father, but had always been her most trusted confidant - and he sure as hell didn't look that old, either. The strange thing now was that Marron suddenly realized that he had been her first crush- before Trunks, Goten, or Uub. She shook her head, feeling foolish. Why was she thinking about these things now? She had to go greet her friend!

As Yamucha walked briskly up the steps to Marron's apartment, he couldn't help feeling old. Here he was, going to see his best friend's 22-year old daughter. 22? "The years seem to have passed too quickly." He sighed. He reached the door, but just as he was raising his hand to knock, the door flew open and Marron flung her arms around his neck,

"Yamucha! It's so good to see you! You've been so solitary lately." She tapped his chest impatiently with a delicate finger. She scowled jokingly, then invited him in.

"I'm sorry, Mar, but you know me. Just was off by myself for a while. Missed the desert…" He blushed involuntarily, feeling strange. Why did he feel as if he owed her an explanation? He gazed over at her and blushed harder when he saw her low-cut top and tiny shorts. Marron noticed his face redden, and all at once a wicked little fantasy popped into her head. Why not? She thought devilishly, I've always loved Yamucha. He looks damn good for his age. Trunks is gone, I'm single. It's finally legal, and I'm horny. She smiled suggestively, Now, how to go about this… She motioned for him to sit down on the sofa.

"Oh, Yamucha, of course it's all right. I don't mind. A man's entitled to his privacy," She glanced down at his lap as he sat down, letting her eyes linger so he could see where she was looking. Yamucha cleared his throat, wondering when his "little girl" had become a "hot little woman." He laughed lightly and against his conscience, put his hand on hers.

"So, how have you been, Mar? You look great." He no longer wondered why he had felt slightly hot and bothered since their hug - she was gorgeous. How had he missed it before now? He felt so young at the moment - much younger than he had on his way here. Dende, what is this girl doing to me?

Marron lowered her eyes, "Well, I was pretty upset a while ago - Trunks was just here, arguing about our breakup for the last time. But I'm much better now," She batted her eyes and brushed his earlobe with her fingers. "I've missed you, Yamucha!" She said quietly, her eyes glittering in the sunlight streaming in from the windows. Yamucha gulped - she was so obviously flirting it was ridiculous.

"I missed you, too, Mar-chan." He half-whispered. At this point almost all of him, especially his body, was practically screaming 'go for it!'. he was debating whether or not to bring the subject up when Marron said abruptly,

"Oh, Yamucha, I'm so sorry - it's been so long since I've seen you - I mean I- I've grown up," She inched closer to his face and said softly, "I've just been wondering- quite recently… what exactly you taste like."

Yamucha stopped breathing for a moment He heart was caught in his throat and he couldn't speak. He felt like the desert bandit again - really, really alive. Marron had always made him feel like this, but not like… this. His jaw dropped, and he saw the mischief and innocence mixed the sexy blue of her eyes. Marron smiled momentarily and then hooked her mouth on his bottom lip, his jaw still dropped. She sucked and licked, tasting his tongue.

"Mm, it's just what I always expected - exotic, salty and sweet." She continued to kiss him and his hands automatically went to her hips. He pulled her effortlessly onto his lap, tentatively exploring her. Marron pushed herself forcefully on him farther, grinding their hips together. She kissed him some more before breaking it off, leaving Yamucha breathless.

"What are you doing to me little girl?" He stroked her face and went to kiss her again, but she wouldn't let him.

"No," She said simply, ground her hips against his once more, making him hiss, and smiled, "Nothing more until our first date." Her eyes glittered, and he laughed excitedly.

"This certainly isn't the Marron Chestnut I left for my own privacy five years ago. You've gone and gotten me all hot and bothered." He ran hands along the curves of her breasts, but she didn't object. He chuckled quietly, "I thought there wasn't going to be anymore until tonight."

"Fine," She smiled and got up from his lap, realizing the pulse and wetness in her own shorts. " Be here at seven. We're going dancing. Good?"

He nodded quickly and looked at his watch. It was four-thirty already. As he left, he thought it was going to be a long two and a half hours. She winked at him and closed the door.

***

Yamucha arrived precisely at seven that night. He was dressed to kill any calm that may have come over Marron since his departure earlier. Gone were the old jeans and tee-shirt, and on were a pressed pair of khakis and fitted short sleeve shirt that revealed his finely-chiseled chest and abdomen. Marron almost drooled when she answered the door, and when Yamucha saw her, he almost did the same.

Marron was dressed in a dark red fitted dress, and looked like a supermodel. The dress came to the middle of her thighs and hugged every curve of her body generously.

"You look amazing." He said definitively. She giggled,

"And so do you," She paused, running a hand down his chest to his stomach, "Too bad we have this date thing, or I'd rip it off you right now." She wasn't kidding. Yamucha grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the apartment complex,

"Let's go before you do anything else to make me want to lick you from head to toe."

*

The club was busy. They sat at a private table before they were ready to dance. There were small curtains around each table so the strobe lights wouldn't disturb them. The ordered drinks, and Yamucha sipped his,

"This an expensive place. You come here often?" He was trying not to look at her. She nodded,

"Mm. It's classy, yet somewhat dissolute on the dance floor. Don't you think?" She laughed and turned his chin towards her with a soft, porcelain hand.

"It's probably quite dissolute on these tables as well, I imagine." His voice was deep, husky and vibrant. Something about his tone made her less than dry in her small black panties. She decided she would wait until later to quell her own need. As for now-

"I imagine," she said silkily, and put one hand in his lap. He kissed her, and her tongue was soft and velvety; his mouth warm and inviting. She could stay like this forever. She opened his fly with quick, deft fingers and took hold of him with control. Yamucha gasped,

"Mar! We're in the middle of a club!"

"Makes it more exciting, huh?" She hushed him with a kiss and then, "It's loud, no one will hear you…" She cupped his erection loosely, sliding her hand up and down. He moaned softly,

"Oh, little girl. You don't know what this is doing to me…"

"Sure I do. That's why I'm doing it," She said into his ear huskily. He sighed heavily. She continued her magic and she could feel him coming. When he was finished, Marron let her hand linger on him, stroking delicately. "How was that?"

He just looked at her and smiled weakly, "Your turn." He tried to reach up her dress, but she zipped up his pants and moved before he could.

"Let's dance," She took his hand and they climbed out of the small space together, leaving the rest of their drinks for later. They headed towards the back of the room, finding a space of their own. The music was fast, but they moved together slowly. Marron realized this was driving her crazy, but she wanted to make a night of this- spend as much time with him as possible. She didn't quite understand what was happening- one year Yamucha was just a little girl's crush, and now he was the object of her sexual fantasies- and in just a matter of hours! Was this what it was like to suddenly fall in love? What she didn't know was that her dance partner was thinking along the same lines.

A half hour of dancing, and they were both dying to get alone again. "Let me take you back to your place." Yamucha said into her ear over the pounding music. Marron liked the idea. This was the longest date she had been on, and they had only been here an hour. They paid their bill and hustled out of the club, leaving their drinks unfinished.

***

They had barely gotten in the door when he started kissing her and wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. They went into the bedroom, bumping into the door on the way in. They didn't care. It was dark and humid save for the lone fan she had left isolating. There was going to be a lot of sweating. Mar kicked off her heels and then splayed her fingers on his chest and gripped his shirt, pulling it off in between kisses. She kissed him on the neck, stopping to nibble his earlobes, and then moved on down his chest. He forced her to look up at him and kiss his lips again, and she pushed him gently back onto the bed. He sat on the edge, and ran his hands forcefully down from her breasts to hips and pulled up her dress, leaving it bunched up on her waist. The kept their eyes locked as he pulled her panties down and she kicked them away gently. They were both breathing heavily and Marron gasped when a shot of air from the fan hit her. Her skin prickled with goose bumps and she shivered. Yamucha smiled sexily and licked his index and middle fingers,

"We're going to have to get you cooled down…" He placed his index on her clit and let his middle hover tauntingly over her opening. He moved his index in slow spirals, evoking small gasps out of Marron. She felt herself losing her balance , and she gripped his shoulders to stay up, her legs spreading apart involuntarily. "Mm, that's a good idea." He pulled her closer to him and slipped his middle finger inside of her and moved it around. Marron moaned,

"Please, faster…"

Yamucha obliged and she came in no time. He chuckled throatily, "My, my… you were excited about this, weren't you?" He supported her for a few seconds and then pulled off the rest of her dress, exposing her breasts. He stared as he looked at her naked, "Marron, you're exquisite," he whispered. She blushed, still panting from the heat and her orgasm, and they placed themselves on the bed. She could see Yamucha's erection through his pants and she undid them, sliding off the rest of his clothing. Her eyes widened slightly,

"Yamucha… you're - you're so big. I guess I didn't notice back at the-" She stopped talking and kissed him, situating herself on top of him, right above his penis. "Yamucha, when you're inside of me, I want you to look in my eyes so I can see you. I want all this, all of you so badly…" She stared at him intently, and eyes open, she kissed him deeply. Yamucha just looked back at her, trying to remember a time when he felt this turned on by a woman, and failing.

"I'll do anything you want, baby…" His breath caught when she slid on top of him and moved back and forth, riding him. Her eyes burning, she moaned softly, and he did the same. It felt so different, so real. Dende, what had he been missing out on when he was missing out on her for so long? Her movements and his skill had them panting and moaning so loudly that for a fleeting moment, Marron worried that her neighbors would hear and complain. But that moment didn't last for long and she gripped the sheets beside him and rode his pleasure until she finally came, and waited patiently for him to orgasm. He cried her name out softly when he came and spilled his warmth inside her. Marron's eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she carefully lowered herself to lie beside him.

"Yamucha that was beautiful… better than anything else in the world." She whispered. He turned his head and gazed at her, stroking blond locks out of her face,

"I haven't made love in so long, Mar, but I know that was the best I've ever made." He smiled and she smiled back sleepily.

"Mmm.. Goodnight, aishiteru, Yamucha-kun." She said and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Aishiteru, Mar-chan." He fell asleep shortly.

***

Marron awoke a little before four that morning to Yamucha's strong hands caressing her stomach and breasts softly. Desire slowly crawled through her sleepiness and she opened her eyes, "Yamucha-kun… you feel so good against my skin."

"Good. I want to do to you what you did to me in the club, bad girl." His words made her wake fully.

"Are you calling me naughty, Yamucha?" She tried to climb on top of him again, but he made her still and hovered above her.

"I said you were bad, yes," He said, his voice husky. He ran his tongue from each of her nipples down her stomach and stopped at her abdomen. She gave a small gasp, and he smiled wickedly down at her. She understood now. He wanted to play that game, did he? Well she'd play it well, and have him so hot, she would have to cool him down.

"Am I naughty, Yamucha?" She asked, her voice like velvet, and pushed her hips to meet his sweat-slicked form. He put two fingers inside her suddenly, making her cry out. But she just looked at him, a mischievous look in her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. He sucked on her tongue and moved his fingers inside of her slowly and painfully. She couldn't keep up her façade of calm. She closed her eyes and tried to ride his fingers, but he wouldn't let her. She moaned, "Oh, you're the one who's naughty!"

He chuckled softly and began to move faster, only to slow down again. "No, Marron… you're so bad." He kept up his game. He kissed her and moved faster, but holding her in a place of constant pleasure. She was stiff and could barely speak, but managed to cry suddenly,

"I'm so naughty, Yamucha! Make me -" She moaned when she came and kissed him gratefully. She wrapped her arms around him and let him stay on top of her, "You're -" she paused to breathe, "so fucking good. I thought I would be able to take it. How do you do this to me?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing.." He kissed her softly and said seriously, "Go to sleep, Mar. I've had my kicks for tonight. Tomorrow night it'll be your turn to play…" He smiled and she closed her eyes.

"Damn right, it will." She laughed softly and they kissed one last time before drifting off to sleep again.

***

The next morning, while making breakfast, Marron wondered how long Yamucha was planning on staying in Satan City. She hoped for long… she suddenly felt that if he left again, she'd be the loneliest she had ever been. Just when she was getting worried, Yamucha stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and yawning, evoking a smile out of Marron.

"Morning," she said cheerfully, and then tended to her eggs.

"Morning." He sat down at the small table and admired her as she cooked. She turned off the stove and poured eggs on two plates. She brought them to the table and kissed his cheek, sitting next to him.

"Um, Yamucha, how long are you staying here… with me?" She stared at him intently, worrying again when he didn't answer right away. But he smiled suddenly and held her hands,

"As long as you want me to."

OWARI