Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Ouji ❯ Chapter 06 ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 06

 

 

As soon as the words were spoken, Vegeta felt something within him rise violently. With a growl he pounced the boy, ravishing his sweet mouth, pulling him so close it nearly hurt, moulding him to his frame, trying to make them one, never to part again.

Goku drowned in the heated passion his words had awakened. His mind was spinning; no coherent thought could come to the surface during the storm the Ouji had roused within his mind and soul. He had fought with himself so hard already, questioning his feelings for his captor … never been desired like that before, he wasn't sure how to react, how to behave. He felt the need to be possessed by this man rise within him, despite his freedom loving nature, despite the circumstances of their meeting that should make him hating the man with all his might. But it was also his nature to forgive easily, some would call him a fool because of that, but … when he saw that look in the Ouji's eyes, that feeling he still couldn't name nor place, he couldn't deny himself any longer. He shut down every logical thought, ignoring reality and the consequences of his actions for now, just to feel… to feel him…

He found himself pinned beneath the older man, feeling the cool sheets of the bed meet his heated skin, only now noticing that the garment he'd worn had been removed completely. All he could do was holding on for dear life, moaning and writhing beneath the muscular frame above him, while the Ouji was mapping out his skin with his hot mouth and incredibly strong hands.

He streched out wantonly, giving up all pretense that he was forced doing this. He could feel the blood pulsing in his veins, hammering a rythm of need and abondonment into his skull. He could try as he might, he could not flee from his Ouji. Neither physically nor emotionally. He had been caught and claimed, and even the slightest thought of being abandoned made him feel sick.

He, who had always felt anwanted, marvelled in the feeling of being possesed in this way. He had always been the number two. The second born son, born by a Geisha his father had an affair with. In families like his the first born was the important one. It was about power and the so called honour of the family. His brother had shown him very quickly how unwanted an illegitimate child was. When he heard what Raditz had done, the night he came here, the first thing he thought was that this was just one more thing his brother did to torture him.

Sure, it was very unlikely that his brother even considered him in his plans, but ... it hurt. This loneliness hurt so much, eating away his soul slowly, and he could do nothing about it. Sure, Turles cared about him, and there had been a time when his father had shown the soft spot he held for his youngest, but it had always been Raditz he had looked up to. He still remembered the day he came to his father's household. He had been exillirated to get a new big brother, something he had always wanted. And he remembered the look of distaste on Raditz's face when he looked at him. Not that little Goku would feel discouraged and making his brother his best friend, but in the end his silly little dream had been shattered. While being violent during their childhood, Raditz had started to be more civil around him when he grew older. The only thing unsettling had been his tendency to watch his brother's every move. Probably to get him into trouble at the slightest mishap. Goku always felt uncomfortable when being fixated by his brother's intense, unreadable stare.

 

Something warm and wet enveloped his rapidly hardening need. His body jerked with pleasure and a soft moan made his way out of his heated body. And he could feel those hands, those devilish forceful, tender hands on him. He quickly wondered if this obsession for certain body parts of his captor were healthy, but his cock screamed yes and he forgot anything else around him.

He jerked again when he felt something cool against his opening, but his quick fear deflated as soon as he met the gaze of those dark eyes again. His heart started to hammer even stronger as he was carefully stretched. He soon was left panting and squirming with need and something more…

Then the dreaded and longed for moment came, and he felt so full of emotions, so full of him, that all he could do was wrapping himself around the muscular frame above him and hold on.

Suddenly his hands were unwrapped from broad shoulders and their fingers intertwined, as did their gazes. A slow torturous rhythm was established and during the whole time their eyes didn't waver. They shared every emotion, every moan and gasp, and it only seemed to intensify the heat and the trembling mixture of hormones and emotions.

And when their sanity was washed away with unbearable pleasure, they realised both that they had found what they had longed for without even realising it, and then darkness swallowed what was left of them.

 

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Turles was a little confused. Ok, make that a lot confused. After showing him around, and briefing him about everything he had to know Nappa had suddenly grinned at him and announced: “Since you are new and we have yet to trust you, you will be accompanied by a constant companion. He is one of our most trusted men, so don't try any tricks, got that? As long as you prove loyal, he will be your ally, and if you need something he will be the one to ask.”

Then he was on the receiving end of a pat on the back, before being shoved into a large garage, filled with demolished cars. The door was slammed shut behind him, and he could hear Nappa whistle happily.

Turles shrugged and started to search through this car cemetery. He followed the noises of someone tinkering with a car … something he was familiar with since his youth. The second son of a yakuza had been known for his interest in cars. Mainly those who belonged to others. Yeah, the good old days…

Soon he arrived near a sleek black sports car, and beneath the hood he saw one of the most spectacular asses he had the pleasure to see. Very, very tight black jeans, well formed muscles rippling beneath them. Oh, and it wriggled reeeeeaaly nice.

Turles had never truly understood his brothers interest in women. Not when you could get something like this. His hands twitched slightly. Yeah, a companion indeed. He would make sure that this one never left his side.

Suddenly the hot body turned slowly and a mass of shining black silky hair appeared, dark, challenging eyes, and a very well developed male upper body. A naked sweaty male upper body.

Another thing Turles never understood was that people assumed one of a gay couple had to be feminine looking. [1] For him it was male strength that got him up. The more dangerous the better. This one seemed young, a little older than his nephew [2], but the fire burning in his eyes wasn't that of an innocent, and he could already feel his blood pool on the southern part of his body.

And if he read the tilt of his hip correctly, the way the others eyes ranked all over his body and the tongue slowly tracing full lips, the lust was mutual.

“Wanna check out if everything is in perfect working order?” The husky voice made Turles skin tingle, and the blatant invitation made by a sexy tilt of the head and a slight spreading of two long legs woke the animal within Turles.

Slowly he stalked towards the younger man until they were nose to nose, tasting each others breath. Turles placed his large hands next to the hips he wanted to touch and murmured: “I'm Turles.”

 

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I'm really sorry for the long delay. My life has changed so much since I've become a University student that it as kinda difficult for me to get into the mood for writing. I've begun with this chappie an eternity ago, and I hope it still works out well.

Anyways, I was getting kinda self-conscious, and I myself don't know the reason for that, because I never got a flame nor a bad review. It's just that I still don't have much experience with lemons, and I wasn't sure if I could continue like this. Apparently I can, although I fear this one got a little sappy.

By the way, did you guys know that a broken cable can mess with the data on your computer? I've lost a lot of data, including the beginning of this chapter, or at least I thought so. Imagine my elation when I accidentally came upon it. Otherwise I would have been stuck even longer. ^_^'' Oh, and all those people who wanted to be notified when I update, I'm sorry, e-mail addresses where some of those things I lost, even the one of my beta reader, so this fic is as I've written it spontaneously. I hope it doesn't sound weird at times.

You can, by the way, thank mainly MonkeyGurL and Soran Marlovic, whose reviews mysteriously kicked my lazy ass in gear. After reading those two I was somehow inspired enough to finish this chappie.

 

The reviewer WildRed Strawberry gave this idea … anybody talented enough to draw sexy Goku in a Kimono? Maybe while Vegeta seducing him? ^_~ *grin*

I am certainly NOT able to draw this well, but it would be kinda nice to have some pictures accompanying the fic … drawing scenes out of this fic … or something like that. I've seen other fics having that.

Well, maybe I'm a little too enthusiastic about this … how do you guys think about it?

 

[1] Ok, first of all I don't dislike fics where one or more are described as a little delicate, feminine looking. I like them, too. But I wanted to express that there are different kinds of gay relationships. And I think it suites Turles and Broli. Two dangerous male having the hots for each other. Broli might appear slutty most of the time, but the reasons for this will also be revealed in time.

 

[2] Weren't Goku and Broli born on the same day in the series? I don't know if I should do the same here. But Broli has been through a lot of shit in this fic, which you will learn more about later on, and these experiences make him appear older, in the way he thinks and acts, his whole attitude.