Break the Cycle.
A Vegeta x Yamcha Story
written by: Kabuki
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Toei, Funimation & Akira Toriyama himself owns all.
I'm just happy I can borrow the characters for some fun.
**insert manical laughter for the authoress is too lazy & tired to laugh on her own**
Warning(s): This fic contains YAOI, MANonMAN, BARA, CRACK and well anything else I feel like writing at the moment. They'll be some strangeness. Like Yamcha not being all that human. ;; And Vegeta being slighty OOC or too much in character. ;o;
**Kabuki Scroll/There wasn't enough Vegeta x Yamcha fics in the world ( or perhaps I didn't look hard enough ) so I'm making one. Here's a prediction I have no plot so therefore I think its gonna be crappy and poorly written..
Pre-Howl: You can't break, what you crave the most.
-Prolouge-
**Dream Sequence**
The moon shines brightly upon two figures against the harsh forest terrain.
"Aaah. .I-I need. ."
"What do you need?"
I feel his smirk form against the skin of my neck. An intense feeling of lust warms me to the core.
A hand stroking my need, slowly and teasingly, drives me to almost to the brink of insanity.
"P-please. .I need it so bad."
He chuckles, mocking me.
Making me want to hate him but at the same time make me want him to do much more.
"I'll ask again human, What do you need?"
I hear him growl just as I feel his hand squeeze. I couldn't help but scream. I was so close. And I need to tell him. No beg him. Only then will he let me climb my peak.
"I need to cum! Please! Let me cum. ."
I cried, throwing whatever is left of pride out the window.
And there it is was.
The quick, rough sensation of his hand, his mouth, oh kami, that mouth. Receiving licks and sucks in places only he knows with such a sinful tongue and a possessive "little" bite from his teeth. The whisper of dirty little insults.
They're meant in hate and in show of ownership over me, a branding in a sense, but somehow, it always brings me over to the edge. It felt too wrong to belong to him, to submit to him as my higher rank. But it was just too right as well. I loved it. Yet I hate it. I crave it. Yet I'm disgusted.
Stars flash before my eyes, and I'm close to passing out.
Unfortunely.
Not before I hear him say the usual.
"Hn. Guess you can't handle much, can you weakling."
The last thing I see is that little smirk of his.
The one that makes me want to punch him.
But also the one that makes me call out to him.
"Vegeta!"
**End Sequence**
And than I would wake up.
The moon is forever gone.
Just as I am forever change until its return.
Until then, the dream repeats in an endless cycle.
Never Breaking.