Title: Wild Wild West

Seme = Brolli

WC: 3,545

Summary: Inspiration for this came from watching Shanghi Noon. I have no clue why but it did. Hope you like westerns. Also of note is that there is an original female character in here, but she's a side character so of no threat. I usually don't like putting original characters in, but I wasn't going to but any of the other women in DBZ in her position, none of them were strong enough to me or fit her profile. But I've come to like her a lot and I hope you do to.

Brolli sat high and regal on his black stallion, trotting through a small town on the outskirts of the frontier that had become a center of operation for him. After every hold-up, raid, and any other crime he committed he would come here, to Washburry, because it was furthest from the law of the west. And for an outlaw like him, that was very important for whenever he took a break from crime.

He smirked as all the folks in the town scurried away from him, disappearing behind any form of protection they could find, like barrels or horses. His face stared up at him with a sneer from every wall of every building, the words WANTED beneath his picture, with a reward steadily going up every day.

Brolli was quite proud of the name he had made for himself.

He wore tight black pants with dark brown chaps on top. His knee high brown boots with oriental dragons carved into the sides adorned his feet. He wore a black leather duster jacket that reached to the middle of his calves. Underneath he had a white button down costume shirt and a bright gold buckle was on his belt, something he stole from the first Sherriff he killed. Dual pistols adorned his hips, handles made out of genuine pearl with his name engraved on the side. They were his most prized possessions. A solid red bandana was wrapped around his neck and a brown cowboy hat sat on his head, covering the shoulder length golden hair he had pulled back in a leather strap.

He road to the outskirts of the little town, to a large building where any man was welcome, outlaw or not. The modest brothel of Washburry.

He slid off his horse when he got to the front of the building, whistling for a stable boy to come take care of Inferno, his stallion. He refused to leave his only trusted companion just sitting on the side of the road while Brolli went to go entertain himself. So he paid an extra gold piece to have his horse properly looked after for the next couple of nights he spent in the brothel.

Brolli walked up the porch, the spurs on his boots clanking with each heavy step he took. He pushed aside the swinging doors in the front, strutting in like he owned the place, which he practically did with all the time and money he spent here. An older woman, with her red hair up in a bun, swaying green dress with black lace hugging her hourglass figure tightly, and a look of authority on her face bathed in makeup , walked briskly up to Brolli when he entered.

"Hello there Sugar, good to see you again," she said brightly, a heavy western drawl in her voice. She lead him over to a table in one of the corners of the lively room, waving for one of her girls to bring whiskey, and lots of it. "The girls were getting a mite lonely without you darlin'."

Brolli just smirked, gazing around the establishment. Several tables were set up in the main room here, men scattered amongst the tables with girls fluttering around to entertain. A man played on the piano on the far side of the room, a girl on the stage next to the man was singing to the jig he played. A bar sat next to the stage, two men behind it serving drinks to everyone.

It was a comfortable, relaxed atmosphere. Just what Brolli needed after holding up a bank one week prior. "This place never changes Red," he said to the woman across from him. She was probably the only person in the world he could call a friend. They had helped each other a lot in the past, him with helping her set up the establishment, and her giving him a place to escape to from the law. There was a bond of trust between them that was so hard to forge in the west.

She just giggled, sipping on her own glass of whiskey while Brolli drained his. "So what are you in the mood for darlin'," she asked sweetly.

He was about to reply, saying he wanted his usual, which consisted of a rotation of the prettiest girls and a room for a couple of days, but he paused when someone caught his eye.

She stood with a tray at her hip, cleaning up the dishes left by a man who had just vacated the table to go upstairs with a giggling girl. She piled the dishes onto the tray, wiping down the table with a cloth she carried. She was like a doe, sweet, innocent, but breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'm in the mood for that," he growled, eyes darkening in lust as his cock hardened in his breeches, following the girl as she glided away from the table to put the dirty dishes in a kitchen behind the bar.

"Not for sale I'm afraid," Red said, face impassive as Brolli glared at her.

"You've never denied me before Red, I wouldn't suggest doing so now," he said, sneer like the one on his WANTED poster covering his handsome face.

Red just sighed, looking at the girl before turning back to her most valued client. "Don't think you really want that one Brolli."

"Of course I do wench. She's the sweetest thing on two legs I 'er see."

"'She'…is a 'he,' Brolli," Red said bluntly, leaning back in her chair and turning serious eyes on the outlaw.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Brolli turned to look again, watching as she…no he, came back onto the main floor, gliding over to another table to clean it up after another soon to be satisfied customer left. He was built so petite for a man, though Brolli could tell his shoulders were a bit wider than a woman's and he had no defined hips, though his waist was trim. His black hair was pulled in a ponytail, thick bangs hanging over a pair of large onyx eyes. The dead give away was the adam's apple at his throat, even though he tried to cover it with a strip of lace tied around his neck.

"Why the hell is he wearing a dress. Same kind 'o dress your girls wear," he asked, eyes never leaving the sight of the man.

His satin dress came down to his ankles, a deep red color covered in black lace. A large slit went up one side, all the way to his hip, showing off a sweet thigh wrapped in a stocking held up by the ties of a garter belt. The corset on the top of the dress was pulled tight, giving the illusion of breasts even though he had none, shoulders exposed with the sleeves of the dress dangling down his arms. The beauty also wore black fingerless gloves on his hands and black high heeled boots on his feet.

He was exquisite to look at.

"You been lookin' at him long enough Brolli I'm sure you can figure why he's in that getup. Poor thing's so petite he couldn't fit in any of my outfits for my men, so I put him in a dress. I don't have the time or the money to make him a whole new getup," Red said in response to his question.

"How'd he get here," Brolli asked softly, absently sipping his whiskey, eyes never leaving the beauty.

"Don't rightly know myself. Found him one night after closing, sitting on my porch soaking wet. Poor thing was out in the middle of a storm. I brought him in and warmed him up. He didn't say much, just that he had to get away from where he been. So I offered him work here, to clean up after my patrons. He's been doing a fine job."

Brolli was silent for a while after her explanation. It was a bit of a shock to find out the gorgeous creature before him was a man, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from getting what he wanted.

"I still want him," he said, finally turning away from the boy to look at Red.

"I told you Brolli he ain't for sale," she said in frustration.

"Why the hell not," he growled.

Red sighed, crossing her arms and glancing at the boy before looking at him. "I'm worried about the boy is why. He's probably a virgin, unless he been raped like I suspect. He's as skittish as a colt and twice as shy. I don't see him satisfying anyone, least of all you," she said tightly, signaling for another bottle of whiskey, as the one they had been drinking ran out.

Brolli cocked his head at her answer, looking again at the boy. He watched as he cleaned another table, weaving through the crowd to the kitchen. Before he got there a man, drunk off his ass with a girl in his lap, reached out and pinched the boy's bottom. Brolli watched with a growl in his throat as the boy dropped the tray he was carrying, sending the glassware shattering to the floor.

Red was out of her seat before Brolli could be, rushing over to help the boy. Brolli leaned back in his chair, watching as she tore at the drunk man who shouted back. A few moments later he smirked as the man went flying through the door and into the night, curtsey of Red's bartenders who also acted as bodyguards. Red fussed over the boy, helping him clean up the mess he made before sending him to the kitchen.

Red returned to him then. She sat down with a huff, crossing her arms and tapping her foot in frustration. She glanced at Brolli periodically before looking away.

"I want him Red," he said softly. "Somethin' about him gets me and I don't know why. Give him to me. I'll take care of him."

She said nothing, watching him warily and tapping her fingers on her arm in contemplation.

"I'll have him exclusive like Red," he said, glaring as she raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm serious. He'll be all mine. He doesn't go with anyone else and neither will I. And if someone gives you trouble just drop my name. That should protect the boy easily."

She sighed, before she waved and caught the boy's attention, signaling for him to come over. "I'm trusting you Brolli. You're the only man I do. He's yours. But I don't want you with no one else but him understand. He's a fragile creature," she said softly as the boy approached.

"Doubt I'll want anyone but him after tonight," Brolli said, though not unkindly. Just a simple statement of fact.

Red smiled slightly at him before reaching out and pulling the nervous boy over to them. She stood up and pulled the boy close, leaning down to whisper into his ear. At first the boy tensed and he looked at Brolli with fear filled black eyes. But as Red continued to whisper to him and stroke his arms in comfort the boy relaxed and soon looked at Brolli with curious eyes.

Red pulled away, gently nudging the boy towards Brolli. "Brolli, this is my boy Vegeta. Vegeta this is Brolli. He may be an outlaw but he's not to be feared sweetheart," she said, before turning away and going to tend to more of her patrons.

They stared at one another before Brolli raised a hand, holding it out to Vegeta. The boy hesitated before letting his smaller hand be clasped in the larger hand. Brolli pulled him in then, catching the boy as he stumbled, putting the beet red beauty into his lap. Vegeta looked up at him with wide eyes, a hint of fear but there was more trust in those hypnotizing eyes so Brolli didn't worry. He just leaned back in his chair, one arm wrapping tight around the boy while he sipped on his whiskey.

He decided they would sit for a while, so the boy would get used to him, before they retired to Brolli's usual room, reserved only for his use. Vegeta relaxed slowly in his hold, glancing at Brolli shyly from time to time before leaning in and resting his head on his broad shoulder, snuggling into his hold.

Brolli could sure get used to this.

The night wore on, people coming and going through the brothel, but Brolli stayed in his corner with his beauty, glaring at any man who even glanced at Vegeta with lustful eyes. He encouraged the boy to have a few sips of his whiskey periodically, smiling as the alcohol loosened the boy up, giving him more confidence. He soon had the boy purring on his lap as he stroked his back and nibbled his delicate neck, leaving marks of possession for all to see.

Vegeta was a bundle of desire by midnight and Brolli growled as the boy began peppering his neck with kisses, arms coming to wrap around the outlaw's shoulders. He could take it no more so Brolli slammed down his glass of whiskey, nearly breaking the glass as he weaved one big hand into Vegeta's hair, pulling the boy into a deep passionate kiss.

Vegeta gasped at the action, but only pressed closer in response. Brolli's tongue sank into the boy's waiting mouth, growling at the mixed taste of whiskey and the sweetness of the beauty, it was a heady combination. He pulled Vegeta's close, giving a deep moan as his solid erection came in contact with the boy's ass, rutting hard as they kissed.

Brolli pulled away after a moment, scooping the blushing, whimpering boy into his arms and striding to the stairs, climbing them and going to his room, kicking the door open and slamming it behind him as he tossed his partner on the plush bed. He took off his jacket, tossing it onto a chair in the corner. Vegeta watched him, eyes curious and innocently lustful as Brolli stripped. He removed his boots and chaps, leaving his pants on. His belt was next, along with his pistols, which were placed safely on the bedside table for easy use. His shirt and hat were tossed carelessly to one side of the room, leaving him barefoot and bare-chested, pants undone and bandana still around his neck.

Vegeta squirmed on the bed, wide eyes fixed on Brolli as the man stalked to the bed, climbing on and hovering over his prize. Vegeta whimpered quietly, hand lifting but pausing before he made contact with Brolli's tan skin, blushing as he looked shyly up at the big man.

Brolli leaned down, gently kissing the boy's swollen cherry lips. "Touch me," he said, voice a sexy purr and Vegeta shivered beneath him at the sound.

Vegeta obeyed, gloved hand toughing his burning skin, bare fingertips trembling as they traced his defined muscles softly. Brolli sighed in appreciation at the treatment, bending down to mark the boy's neck even more, leaning forward and forcing Vegeta flat on his back on the bed, Brolli's large body covering the boy's lithe one. His hips made contact with Vegeta's and both of their breaths caught at the tingling feeling of their erections stroking together through their clothing.

Brolli pulled back after a few moments of them humping one another. He needed to move on to the main event or he would explode in his pants, which would not be as satisfying as exploding inside the beauty beneath him. He roughly grabbed the boy's legs, tearing off the boots on his dainty feet. Vegeta squeaked in surprise as Brolli's hands shot under his skirt, gripping his knickers and stockings together and yanking them down to expose his nether regions.

Brolli licked his lips at the sight of his soon to be lover. The boy was spread out, hair falling from it's neat style to something more in disarray, skirt bunched up around his waist exposing his hard erection, and flush spreading across his gorgeous face. Brolli smirked and flipped the boy over, Vegeta crying out in surprise at the sudden movement.

Brolli ripped at the ties of the corset on Vegeta's upper body, pulling it down partway before he was distracted by the pale, perfect ass wiggling in front of him. He grabbed each perfect globe of Vegeta's bottom, rubbing the soft skin with his calloused hands, cock twitching at the sight of Vegeta moaning beneath him. He looked around wildly, needing something to quickly prepare Vegeta, because he couldn't wait much longer.

He leapt at the bedside table, rummaging in the drawers for something of use, smirking in triumph as his hand came into contact with a jar of oil used to light the lamps in the room. Brolli pulled it out, scrambling to open the top and dip his fingers inside. Once coated he brought them to Vegeta's entrance, one hand rubbing the boy's back in comfort as he quickly, but thoroughly prepared him.

Vegeta moaned in pain and pleasure beneath him, hips either shifting away or towards Brolli's ministrations, unable to make up his mind whether he not he liked the attention. Brolli was thorough in his attention, his own hips shifting so he could rub his cock on the back of Vegeta's thigh to relieve some of the pressure in his groin.

"Oh Brolli. Please do it…please," Vegeta whimpered, turning to look over his shoulder at the outlaw with lustful eyes.

He needed no more encouragement. He sat back, grabbing Vegeta's hips and bringing the boy onto his lap, back to his chest and legs spread wide. Vegeta's hands reached back to wrap around his neck, seeking Brolli's lips with his own. Brolli growled and captured the boy's lips eagerly, slowly lowering the beauty onto his impressive erection, one hand stroking Vegeta's smaller erection beneath his skirt to try and distract him from the pain to come.

Vegeta whimpered as he was lowered, body stretching uncomfortably as he was filled. "It hurts," he moaned, a tiny tear leaking from his eye to trail down his cheek.

Brolli licked at the salty tear, kissing the boy's neck afterwards and continuing to stroke his waning erection. "It will pass sweetheart. I promise," Brolli whispered, sighing when he was seated firmly in his little lover.

Vegeta looked over his shoulder at Brolli then, and his dark eyes, while filled with pain, were still trusting and warm. He leaned in and kissed Brolli's chin before leaning his head on his shoulder, showing that he trusted Brolli.

The outlaw felt his heart swell with emotion like he had never felt before, and he clutched the boy close, hips rocking back and forth, no way to explain what he felt with words. He continued to rock his hips, waiting for the clenching muscles around his cock to relax a bit before he let himself go. Vegeta groaned in his arms, hand threading into Brolli's hair and clenching tight as his back arched.

Brolli took that as a sign that he was ready so he lifted Vegeta up with one hand, bringing him up and down on his erection, thrusting up himself. Vegeta shouted then, hips moving with Brolli's thrusts, the lace of his satin dress stroking their skin enticingly as they moved together on the creaking bed, sweat beading on their skin as the pace was set.

Brolli bit at Vegeta's shoulder, trying to steel himself as he felt his balls draw tight as his orgasm approached, thrusting harder and causing Vegeta to scream in his arms. Vegeta's body went taunt in his arms suddenly, the boy moaning loud as a warmth spread over Brolli's stroking hand. The boy's muscles spasmed around the outlaw's erection, stroking the sensitive skin deliciously. And Brolli came with a shout, holding the exhausted boy close as he released inside Vegeta.

His arms loosened and Vegeta collapsed in a heap on the bed, thoroughly debauched. Brolli watched as his semen slowly leaked out of the boy, coating his creamy thighs in his essence. He felt so incredibly possessive at the sight that he had to lean in to bite at Vegeta's ass in response to the swell of pride in his chest. Vegeta groaned softly, looking over his shoulder with tired eyes.

"Brolli," he whispered.

The outlaw said nothing, just leaning down and kissing the boy, turning him over so he was facing Brolli properly. He laid down next to the boy, smiling as Vegeta curled close to him like a cat, sleepy eyes looking up at him in affection. They should really get up and get cleaned, but he was just feeling so content and happy that he couldn't move his satisfied body.

Vegeta fell asleep in his arms and Brolli followed him into slumber. Neither noticing the smiling woman checking up on them in the doorway. She was glad those two had found each other, because they deserved happiness and intimacy more than anyone else.

She closed the door quietly, slipping away to draw them a bath in the bathroom across the hall. Then she went downstairs to close up her brothel, smiling as he locked the door and dimmed the lights.

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