Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation ❯ Temptation ( One-Shot )

**Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT in any way, shape or form. Nor do I own any rights to the song "Temptation" by The Tea Party. Thank you and have a magnificent day!

Vegeta: WOMAN! GET YOU'RE WORTHLESS ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!

*sounds of glass shattering and someone tumbling down the stairs is heard in the background*

*a limping, bruised, and very angry looking SaintMe hobbles into the camera view, holding her head and grumbling*

Ha'ani: What the hell happened to YOU!?!

SM: SOMEONE left their freaking boots on the steps again!!

TheBoy: IT WASN'T ME!!

SM: *sighs and sends an angry glare towards Vegeta* Anyway.. I'd like to apologize for my lack of updates. Been busy.

Vegeta: YOU LIE! ALL YOU'VE BEEN DOING IS PLAYING THAT STUPID VIDEO GAME, DBZ: BUDOKAI!!

SM: I CALL THAT BUSY!

*clears her throat*

Anywho.. I rock on that game!

But ya.. I also wanna apologize if this songfic blows goats ^_^.... I was bored and needed something to do.

Oh, also... The Tea Party RULES!!!

*limps out of camera view, dragging Vegeta by his tail, other two muses following, shaking their heads.*

SM: *peeks her head back* Also, I'd like to say that this will be MY VERY FIRST Yaoi fic!! Well... first with anything "interesting" happening ^_^ ENJOY!

**WARNINGS: Possible violence, naughty language, blatant disrespect for a certain Saiyan Royal, groping, sucking, licking, biting, fetish encounters, and whatever other sick little things I decide to add ^_^... if none of the above mentioned experiences peaks your interest, then you are in the wrong place.

Please leave before you are corrupted!

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Goku sat, shivering from head to toe, on the floor of his bedroom closet. He had opted to keep the overhead light off; it wasn't like he really needed it to see what lay in his lap. Glossy magazine pages were turned slowly, deliberately, with a shaky hand, while the other pumped and primed his achy arousal. Visions of blood, pain, and ecstasy jumped at him from the lustrous photos, causing the sweat to trickle faster and faster down his sculpted form. Every inch of his body burned as he drove himself closer to his completion. He blinked only a few times, as if afraid that when his lids closed, the beautiful pictures would disappear from him forever. He couldn't deal with that. All that leather. The chains. The blood. Gods it was incredible.

Goku bit down on his lip hard, feeling that overwhelming fire flush over his already heated skin. No. It still wouldn't come to him. He pumped himself harder, his eyes now slamming shut. It was pure torment, he knew, but he celebrated the ache that streaked through to his very bones. He lay back now with what little room there was in the darkened closet, his knees propped up as he continued to stroke himself. It all felt so pleasant, but that mere thought made him growl. No. No, no, no!

There was no joy without pain.

He moved his now free hand up to his chest, the nails biting into the flesh, causing deep crimson rivulets to drip down his sides. A strangled cry escaped his throat. It wasn't enough. Damn it all. It just wasn't enough!

Reaching around his back side, Goku slid a finger into that tight entrance, his eyes immediately shooting open at the sensation.

"Yes..." he whispered to the sweltering air around him. He needed this. He needed the awkward balance. He pushed two more fingers in, not caring that he was not used to that sort of intrusion. It brought him pain. Sweet, tangible pain. His other hand, meanwhile, tried feverishly to stabilize it out with searing pleasure. He raised his hips off the floor a few inches to give his hand easier access.

In the end, it proved to be too much, and Goku erupted in a series of twitching, weeping waves. The orgasm wracked his body as nothing ever had before, twisting his muscled form in an array of pleasure induced movements. His senses screamed to the heavens with his release, biting down on his lower lip, giving a shit less that his teeth met through that flesh, the blood trickling down his cheek and throat. The mere taste of it brought him higher into that nirvana. He threw his head against the floor boards, his back arching high in that melodious release.

All too soon for him, his body relaxed and he slumped once more to the floor. He sucked in a tight breath, trying his hardest to slow his poor heart. Sitting up, he glanced at the magazine and snarled, as if it offended him suddenly. And it did. He didn't understand the obsession with such things. He hated himself for it. But at the same time, some tiny demon inside himself cackled evilly, promising that those images would bring him into a higher bliss that regular, NORMAL sex would never bring. He hated it, but at the same time loved it.

Sighing heavily, Goku glanced at a small photo that was tacked to the wall, hidden behind the piles of clothes. A picture of Vegeta. The cause of his agony. It was a simple picture; almost comical in a way. Bulma had snuck up on the poor guy and snapped the photo. Vegeta was stuck in an eternal pose, one hand reaching out to snatch the offending camera away, his eyes wide in shock. Goku's chest tightened, and his head ached. Pushing himself off the floor, he retreated into the bedroom towards the bathroom for a long, very cold shower.

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(6 months later)

Goku took a very deep, heavy breath as he snuck his way out of the house. The summer stars were shining brightly down on him as he made his way through the air, the speed he was going at causing a sting in his eyes. It was Sunday night. His night. His time to indulge and play. He found a safe spot beneath the trees to change.

Pulling from a small pack he had taken with him Goku produced a set of clothes. Something very different for him. Black. Lots of black. Soft, supple leather slid over his thighs, a grouping of silver buttons slipping into place as his fingers numbly pushed them through the holes. The pants clung to his body like a second skin. He ran his fingertips over his legs in a loving manner, fond of the way the material felt beneath his flesh. He turned back to his bag, pulling out a black mesh shirt and pulled it on with a lot less enthusiasm. He next buckled on a black studded collar around his throat, accompanied by a pair of studded wrist bands. Lastly, he tugged on a pair of black leather boots, dripping in chains. Goku knew he looked good. He had to look good for where he was going. He lowered his head, taking another deep breath, his eyes closed.

When he finally raised his head again, there was a glint in those dark onyx orbs that none would have recognized. If any had seen it, they would have been filled with fear. The light in his eyes did not belong to the Goku everyone knew. It was something darker. Evil. Feral. He pushed himself into the air once more and started for his destination.

Vegeta had no idea what to make of it all. He had watched the larger Saiyan change into his new clothing, his curiosity peaking with each inch of sliding fabric. He was just about to say to hell with it all, when Goku had taken off like a shot towards the city. Now why would Goku go into the city? The bumbling Saiyan had always expressed a great disliking to the crowds, lack of space, and polluted air. So what would possess him to dress in such a way, and go to that place he so obviously loathed? Not wanting to give it any more unnecessary thought, Vegeta went after him.

The small brick building was well hidden between the much larger storage buildings and ware houses. If it weren't for his acute hearing, Vegeta would never have heard the pulsing beat of a well adept sound system inside. He focused for a moment, finding the ki of the person he had followed, and let himself in through the door. He was almost blown back the sudden rush of smells and sites. The first thing he noticed was the smell of sex; both stale and fresh. Accompanied with that stinging scent was the thick air of blood mingled in with it. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he willed his natural Saiyan instincts away as best he could. As if on cue, the sharp crack of a whip was heard somewhere within the building, followed by a strangled cry. The stench of blood was renewed.

Vegeta turned his head from left to right, drinking in the scenes before him. There were many tables littered around the club, each one having at least three or men more sitting at them. They were all dressed in dark colors, most with chains or spikes adorning jewelry and other accessories. They turned to look at him, appreciation and hunger obvious in their eyes. A few licked their lips and gave him suggestive glares, causing his upper lip to curl into a snarl. He did not have time for this.

He pushed his way through the crowds, ignoring the soft searching hands as they caressed his back, shoulders, arms, and whatever else they could reach. He made his way to the back of the building where there was a large stage, a DJ mixing sounds out the speakers. On either side of the stage were large metal cages; one man in each. They were both deathly pale, their skin a striking contrast to the leather collars around their necks. They clung to the bars of their prisons, they're naked forms begging for some kind of release. From either the cage, or their obvious arousal, Vegeta wasn't certain. They stared at him, lips whispering pleading words to him, though it was inaudible over the pounding music.

"What are you doing here." came a familiar, yet distant voice to his right. Vegeta turned his head to see Goku leaning against a narrow pillar, his arms crossed, one booted foot propped up behind him. His eyes were locked and intent on the writhing, caged men before him as they reached their arms out to him, begging and pleading.

"I should ask you the same question Kak-" his words were cut short when Goku turned, placing a single fingertip over his lips.

"We don't use names here. Now tell me, what brings you all the way out to this place?"

Vegeta would have answered, but the finger had never moved from his lips. That, and the look in his rivals eyes was something to consider. There was none of the usual, bubble headed happiness in them. It was something he could not recognize, and that made him uneasy. Goku nodded his head in an understanding way, his hand dropping just inches to cup Vegeta's cheek in his palm. Vegeta would have pulled away if he wasn't so confused.

Driven by the strange desire

I want what I need

Shaking as the sex takes hold

I've lost all control

Temptation

Temptation

Goku again lowered his hand to grasp Vegeta's, and he slowly guided him through the groups of sweating men towards a bright red door. He pushed it casually open to reveal a hall littered with doors on either side. Most of them were shut tight, passionate sounds echoing through the wood. He pulled Vegeta down the hall, choosing a door to the right that stood part way open. He allowed Vegeta to enter first, closing the door behind them.

The room was dim, the light coming only from a few stray candles that sat on the floor, surrounded in pools of quickly hardening wax. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows along the walls and single bed that sat at the center. Vegeta's blood ran cold when he saw it. Manacles were chained to the 4 poster bed, a tall rack of whips, knives, nails and needles sat next to it.

"You haven't answered my question." came Goku's soft voice right behind Vegeta's ear as the tall warrior wrapped his strong arms around his Prince's waist. Vegeta instantly tensed, his hands trying to push the taller man away. Goku only chuckled.

"Would you like to be on that bed with me? I wont restrain you if you don't want me to." his words were silky, his breath hot against Vegeta's neck. Goku tightened his hold around the man's waist and snarled.

"But I will if you don't give me any other choice. You may even enjoy it..." he spoke his last word with a soft kiss to the lobe of Vegeta's ear, causing the smaller man to shudder involuntarily. His eyes went wide when Goku pushed his hips into his back side, making his desire crystal clear. He could only struggle.

"Uhnn... Don't fight me." Goku crooned, his arms lifting Vegeta from the floor.

"Fuck you Kakarot!" Vegeta growled, his body writhing in his attempts to escape.

"No my Prince. It's the other way around." he said with a soft shake of his head. Vegeta stilled, pure horror racing through his body. Did the moron actually think he could get away with what he was suggesting? Would he really force himself on him?

As if to answer his question, Vegeta soon found himself on his stomach on the bed, Goku laying on top of him. His arms were forced forward, the manacles clicking shut.

"You're a fool if you think these can hold me!"

"I know you could break them if you wanted to. I'm hoping you wont though." Goku whispered now, soft little kisses trailed down from Vegeta's ear to his shoulder where he pushed one arm of his shirt down. Vegeta growled, hating the touching, hating the way his body was now betraying him. He didn't even try to snap the chains that held him to the bed.

"That's a good Prince. Just lay still and enjoy it."

Suddenly, that heavy heat left Vegeta's body, and he craned his neck to see where Goku had disappeared to. Had he left him like this? Chained to a bed like some weakling!? The sound of metal against metal echoed through the room, and Vegeta turned to see Goku standing at the weapons wrack. He was palming an impressive dagger, the blade shining in the candle light.

He wouldn't dare.

Would he?

"Kakarot." Vegeta ground out, an obvious warning. It didn't even phase the tall warrior as he inched his way back to the bed. In a fluid motion, he flipped Vegeta over onto his back, his arms crossing and pulled tight, straining on the length of chain that held him. Goku scrawled up the lithe body, the dagger still in his hand as he made his way upwards. He dipped his face into the crook of Vegeta's neck, inhaling deeply of his scent, a soft purr rising from his chest.

"You smell so wonderful." Goku whispered, his nose nuzzling the tight flesh beneath him. Vegeta swallowed hard, nearly choking halfway through. The profound scent of the man above him filled the air, telling him how much Goku wanted him. He inwardly cursed himself as he felt the tightening in his groin.

"Drowning in a sea of rage. I taste the embrace. Helpless as it steals my soul. I've lost all control. Temptation. It never lets me down. Temptation." Goku purred the words to the song echoing through the building to Vegeta, his hand snaking between their bodies to grasp the hardening member beneath him. Vegeta ground his teeth together, refusing to allow this third class idiot know how much pleasure this was brining him; no matter how many times he told himself he DID NOT want it. But Goku knew. He knew very well the effect he was having on his counter part. He had been in this position before. He knew how good it felt to be dominated. But he also knew how good it felt to be the dominant. Tonight, he'd show Vegeta how much he had learned. And the Prince would writhe beneath him. He would beg him for more before the night was done.

Sitting up, Goku tossed the before forgotten dagger from hand to hand, his eyes sliding up and down Vegeta's body.

"Now then, which do you prefer my Prince? Do you want your pleasure before the pain, or vice versa? Or maybe we should get you out those disgusting clothes first."

Extending a single finger, Goku traced a line down the center of his soon to be lover's body, his ki burning away the cloth beneath it, cutting open Vegeta's shirt in a perfect slice. He did not stop at just destroying the clothes however. He allowed a little extra power to come from him, leaving a burning line down Vegeta's chest and stomach, causing the dark Ouji to squirm beneath him in obvious discomfort, but not really in that much pain. Goku frowned when not a sound escaped his lips. This would not do. He pushed away the sides of the now ruined shirt to drag his unclipped nails down that burn mark, closing his eyes with a smile when Vegeta sucked in an unsteady breath.

"Mmm... yes. That's it. I knew you'd enjoy this." He moved back up Vegeta's body to crush his lips against the enraged Saiyan's beneath him. Goku's eyes rolled to the back of his head; he tasted even better than imagined. Pushing his tongue past his Prince's lips, his free hand slid down to push against the waist band of Vegeta's remaining clothes, tugging them down narrow hips. Vegeta's eyes shot open, and without a second thought, bit down on Goku's exploring tongue as his lower body attempted to buck the ravenous man off.

Goku sat himself back up, his eyes blazing as the devilish hand quickly went to Vegeta's throat, holding him still, and cutting off his air supply.

"Stupid move. I may just deny you you're fun now."

Vegeta's eyes grew wider, if they could, when Goku raised the dagger, pushing the tip to the bottom of his chin. It pierced the flesh, a small drip of blood sliding down the silver blade. Goku brought the weapon to his lips, his tongue darting out to capture the essence.

"Mmm. You taste great. Perhaps a little more, to quench my thirst."

This time, Vegeta could not deny the scream that rang out from deep within himself. Goku had slashed the razor sharp blade across his abdomen, creating a deep, weeping wound. The man lowered himself, still keeping his grip tight on Vegeta's throat, to lap away the blood as best he could. He looked up to the twisted face of the man beneath him, his other hand sliding over the lesion, smearing the bright blood over the other unmarred skin. He was so beautiful like this.

One foot in the ground

We exist in a world

Where the fear of illusion is real

And we cling to the past

To deny

And confuse the ideal

Once inside

We conceive

And believe

In a God

Who can't feel

I can't feel it

I can't feel it

I can't feel

"Hmm.. Perhaps not." Goku mused as he watched Vegeta catch his breath. He had caused him enough pain. Now to show him what it means to be in ecstasy. Slowly, he lowered Vegeta's pants down to his ankles, not bothering to take them off all the way. Vegeta growled and squirmed, still struggling, but no longer trying to escape. Without another word, Goku took Vegeta's now straining erection into his moist, hot mouth, relishing in the shiver that ran through his Ouji. His tongue slid up and down the shaft as he moved himself over it, his hand slowly releasing its grip on Vegeta's throat. The Prince sucked in a welcoming breath of air, his head leaning back as he succumbed to the intense pleasure vibrating through him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Kakarot could be this way.

Still Goku moved, his fingers digging into Vegeta's hips, bruising the tanned skin to his liking. The mere taste of his Prince was driving him crazy. Sweet. So very sweet. Skilled lips pressed tighter around that rigid cock, coaxing the seed from it. Soon, Vegeta howled out his pleasure, body rising from the bed as Goku drank him in, his own moan silenced. When Vegeta had calmed somewhat, Goku raised his head to look into the eyes of his Prince, prepared to see the malice within. But Vegeta did not open his eyes. He only tried to breath, limbs still twitching from his orgasm. Good.

Allowing himself a small smile, Goku lowered himself again to kiss his way up inner thighs, the heady scent of Vegeta's sex still so very strong. He raised the Ouji's legs to bend at the knees, allowing him access to that tight entrance.

"K... Kakarot." Vegeta croaked as Goku's tongue flicked against that opening, causing it to tighten with it's owners shock. He continued his licking, one hand straying up to re-open the quickly healing slash across his lover's stomach. Vegeta hissed through his teeth, the pain and pleasure mingling together to become one. He wasn't certain which he enjoyed more. He wasn't confident how much more he could take before breaking his bonds and taking the stupid bastard himself.

"Mmm... Don't like the torture?" Goku purred, his eyes full of mischief. Vegeta growled back at him, bucking his hips as his only answer. Goku chuckled, pushing two fingers into Vegeta's entrance. The muscles tightened around the invading fingers, trying to pushing them out, or hold them still; of which Goku wasn't sure. It didn't matter either way as he pushed them up past his knuckles, tips pressing around inside in search of that beautiful spot that would give Vegeta the ultimate high. His fingers soon found what they were looking for, the expression on the Ouji's face making it apparent. His once limp member stood proudly, practically begging for attention, and Goku complied without hesitation. The sounds his Prince were making drove him on, his motions of both his lips and fingers becoming feverish. He was going to come again soon. He could feel it.

Goku sat up, pulling his fingers away, adoring the choking cry of abandonment that escaped Vegeta's lips.

"You have had your pleasure. Now I will take mine."

That was all the warning he gave before pushing open his own pants, and delving his member deep within the hot flesh of his lover. Vegeta tensed harder than before, his teeth biting into his lower lip, much as Goku had that night in his bedroom closet, the blood flowing freely. Goku lowered his face to Vegeta's licking away the droplets from that beautiful skin, soon claiming those bruised and puffy lips with his own. Vegeta no longer struggled. He kissed the damnable man above him, a silent admittance of his own desires. Goku had to hold back the smile as he started his slow, lazy rhythm. He pulled his lips from Vegeta's to rest his forehead against that of his lover.

"Uhnn... you're... so tight." he managed to pant out, his hips rocking faster against the matched thrusting beneath. He threw his head back now, the stinging pain of fingernails digging into his sides causing a near scream to rise in his throat. He looked down to the smirking face of Vegeta; obviously proud of himself. With a feral snarl, Goku leant down burying his teeth deep into Vegeta's shoulder, causing the man to scream out his own pleasure; tainted with the notes of pain.

The pace increased, the sickeningly sweet sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonating around them, pushing them further. Goku pushed himself up on his hands, back arched, going faster and faster. The only things he was aware of, being the feeling around his cock, and the heavenly sounds he was forcing out of Vegeta. That grainy, smooth voice making the most delicious noises for him. All for him.

Destined by a fate so cruel

I'm drugged to delight

Laughing as these lies unfold

I've lost all control

Temptation

It never lets me down

Temptation

One foot in the ground

In one blinding, ethereal wave, both Saiyans reached their peak. Goku fell atop his lover, his body convulsing in the white hot delight, scarcely aware of Vegeta's seed spilling out between them to coat both their bodies. His legs trembled as he slowly noticed his lover's own wracking orgasm. The Ouji had his head thrown back, jaw slack as inaudible sounds escaped from him. His fingernails dug into Goku's back one more, unmoving as blood poured out beneath them. So he had snapped the chains without him noticing. It didn't matter.

Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta's back, holding him as he allowed the man to ride down the swell of passion. Gradually, his breathing returned to normal and Goku loosened his grip on him. He looked down at Vegeta, who's own eyes were half lidded and dull, the aftermath of sex flashing through them.

"We can't sleep here. I'll take you home." Goku chirped, his typical Son manner returning as quickly as it had disappeared before. Vegeta frowned. So quick to change. He silently hoped that this other man he had just experienced would be returning in the near future.

Temptation

You satisfy my soul

Temptation

I've lost all control

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SM: *wipes the sweat from her brow and smirks* Damn... That was my VERY FIRST Yaoi fic. Aren't ya'll proud?

Vegeta: Like hell they are woman. Like anyone would believe I'd allow that baka Kakarot to dominate me!

Ha'ani: That's why they call it fan FICTION stupid.

TheBoy: *is rocking back and forth in the corner, muttering something about being scarred for life*

SM: *rolls her eyes* Anyway... I'd really like some reviews for this one ^_^ Seeing as it IS my first attempt at any kind of non-hetero writing. I'd also like to thank Saiyajiin Raven for betaing this dribble. If you liked this, you'll LOVE her stories ^_^ GO! GO READ THEM NOW! DO IT THIS SECOND BEFORE I'M FORCED TO SICK VEGETA ON YOU!

Vegeta: *gives the audience a death glare*

SM: Thank ya much! Come back soon for more insanity! ^_^

Also, this fic was inspired by the poem "Dad's Little Secret" By Marc Almond. I don't own this poem, but I felt that you all should at least know where this idea came from, so I added it for you all to read ^_^... if you like this poem, or are at least intrigued by it, then go out and buy his book "Beautiful Twisted Night"... His stuff is beyond words.

Dad's Little Secret

by: Marc Almond

Something lurks behind the closet-

Something dirty and obscene-

Something worn with sticky pages,

Something only dad has seen.

Dad has fantasies of bondage,

He has fantasies of rape

But he keeps them to himself,

To himself to masturbate.

When he sits down

With his family

For his breakfast, for his tea

A little darkness

Dad suppresses,

Doesn't want them all to see.

Dad is still a normal dad,

As normal as you and me-

Loves his wife

Loves his children-

Dotes upon on his family.

Mother doesn't know the secret

Fantasies her husband hides,

Doesn't know him well at all

That's why he'd never confide.

Dad he likes to visit Soho;

Sees a model once a week,

Makes him sit still in a corner,

Gags him so he can't speak.

Dad loves seamed and silken stockings,

Dad loves soft and golden hair,

Golden hair of finest nylon

Of the type that dad can wear

Sometimes he likes to watch a movie

Of the undercover type,

Helps release a little tension

Helps him make it through the night.