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Onegai (shimasu)/kudasai- Forms of please
Taskute- Help (in a pleading way, I think)
Yamete- Stop it!
Urusai- Shut up!
Kono Yaro- You bastard
Chikushou- Damnit
Kotowa- Strong form of 'no'
Kusotare- Damn you

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Your lips are so unexpectedly sweet. When you turn away like that I think it just makes them sweeter. Even as you snarl at me, teeth gritting to mask the fear and betrayal I know you feel within, nothing takes away from your taste.
Mm. Like sweet spices and cinnamon.
Go ahead. Keep struggling. It's done, don't you see, baka? You belong to me now. My mark proves it in blood. Your blood. This permanent seal binds our minds, feelings, souls together as one. It's the physical connection I myself must establish.

A sad little moan floats up as my tongue explores new territory, this captive, sculpted muscle, trembling and tense beneath me. Fingers shake as you reach to fend for yourself but the senses prevail and all you succeed in doing is unintentionally pulling me closer in the spasms of pleasure I deliver with a delicate nip here, a tender suckle there.
Gods, such a feeling to roam undaunted through all the aspects your body provides. Ecstasy to finally be able to do this. I've waited so long before I could build up the courage to take you. I doubt we'll be able to look each other in the eyes for a little while. You'll no doubt need some time to get used to this.
"Unnng...itai...ng..."

I know you want me to stop but I couldn't if I wanted to. Your tightening heat grips me, beckons me into you again and again and roughly, yes, I know. I...I can't control it. I tried to after your screams at virgin flesh suffering its initial penetration. Never had I heard you express pain in such a way, not even in battle, dripping guts and fatally wounded. I didn't want to hurt you like this. I was able to restrain myself at first but I can't resist you. I'm helpless too in that sense.
Your blood provides lubrication for this "rape," as I know you think of it. I was in such a frantic rush I couldn't prepare you. I wanted you that badly. I'd planned that I'd make this as painless as possible but you had to refuse, didn't you? You had to turn me away on the baka notion that I'd accept whatever virtues and taboos you've been infected with on this planet. Although we're of the same species, gods, how alien you are to me. Your hesitation was nothing but weakness in my eyes. It remains so. You delve so deeply in denial. How can you believe these lies? You cast aside your own feelings. Why?

"Ohh, gods...Kakarrot..."

My lips part as this euphoric feeling hits heavily, a sensual spear that lances through me. Yet, the pleasure is tainted with your soft sobbing. I force myself to focus, look down at your anguish with indifference even as my heart cries with you.
Damn your tears. I ignore them, much to your dismay, I see. Yet I want to kiss them away, drive them back, convert your agony into cries of bliss. But not now. I'm the dominant one at the moment, the alpha male. I must prove myself capable of strength for you to lean on if you're ever to acknowledge us. To hell with what the others think. I could care less what they say now. It's you whom I need to win over.

"Nnng", your whimpering reply at my savoring of perfect flesh, "K-kami-sama onegai, s-someone tasukete--"
"Save you? From what? No one wants to hurt you."
"Y-you're hurting me right now--Ah! Onegai, yamete!"
"Shhh."

It didn't have to be this way. You know it, goddamn it, so stop looking at me like that. I don't know why you had to insist on making things so damned difficult for me but there was a better way for this to come about. And I think you know that and still you chose this shameful act.

"Iie--UNGH!--don't—ohhhh...n-no, kudasai, Vuh-V'geta..."
Hn, I heard the pleasure you couldn't contain slip out in that little sigh. Fingers grip the pillow again, punishing the soft cushion until it's balled up in your clenching fists. Trying to block this all out of that simple ningen-mind of yours again?

Baka. Don't resist me. I want you to feel this. You're hell-bent on believing this to be something terrible yet you know it's not, you KNOW that! I can't force your opinions but it can't feel good if you make this out so dirty in your mind. You think yourself my whore and me, the wolf out to devour. My frustration makes it into my movement and I push hard, your body jerking from the force.
A gasp, a whimpering cry, my name cried in such terrible pain, your voice pleading me to stop--all drowned out by my moans.

"Ohh—nnnnng...K-Kakarrot..."

I break a little, slipping under a wave of pleasure and plunging deeper inside you, moaning as your body tightens up at my thrusts. Ohh, I can drown in you, Kakarrot. I want to sink deeper and deeper until there's no hope of ever surfacing from the blissful depths of your oblivion.
A tear-stained face etched in suffering turns to the side and buries itself in the crook of your arm. You don't like it when I see you cry. I don't like it when you cry either. But I want to see your face. Ignoring again that façade of pain I firmly grip your wrists, pull your arms apart and pin them down on either side of your head. Eyes glazed with the hurt you hold on to despite my every effort to make it otherwise look up at me, pleading with crystalline droplets running down your flushed skin.

"Shh. That's enough crying, Kakarrot."

A hiss of pain at my impatient need, the grimace only seeming to enhance your beauty, "Nng...no more, o-onegai, s-stop—AH! O-onegai shimasu--!!"

"Urusai! Yamete, baka!"

Your face snaps to the side in answer to the back of my hand. Begging is not becoming of you. Neither is this weakness. You're the very essence of Saiyajin masculinity and I expect you to uphold that image.
"K-kono yaro...I hate you."

No, you don't. I can feel it. I'm angry but I weaken, smoothing your reddening cheek with the hand the dealt the blow in apology. Carefully and reluctantly I pull out of you, out of that enticing heat that surpasses Hell and yet grants me paradise. Your body tightens again at my exit and then goes lax beneath me, shuddering in relief.
Oh, I'm not done yet and I'm so far from it. Chikushou, this isn't over, Kakarrot. I'm bringing you over that climactic edge of pleasure with me whether you like it or not. Stubborn baka.

"Koi..."

It kills me inside when your face turns away from me. Gently I take your chin in my hand and reward myself with the sight of that heavenly visage. A melancholy angel newly fallen from the heights looks up at me now. I graze that sweet, bruised mouth with my own demanding lips.

"Onegai, koibito", I croon softly. You've never heard me speak this way, have you? I can tell by that baffled look on your face, "Don't fight it. It doesn't have to be pain. Don't you understand that--?"

"Iie! It's sick! Kotowa!"

Something changes in your face at my reaction, as if you wanted to take back the nonsense that just spilled out of you. I hate you like this. The anger burns with a dull ache within me. I don't know whether I want to hit you, console you, or just fuck this baka idea that love is impossible between the same sex out of your unwilling body and mind.
"You're wrong. You will enjoy it, koi. I'll make you."

You wrench your head away from me, teeth clenching tight as my lips close over yours. You always were the stronger fighter. I should've predicted you'd be difficult. I know now that confusion aided my claim. It was far too easy. You're too trusting. And now it's too late to fight, any pain felt is shared between us. The bond makes it possible for me to know how you feel and I'm trying to be as understanding as I can. Yet even though my own distress is apparent you won't do me the same favor.
My fingers torment the two hardening buds of flesh on your heaving chest, roughly scraping against your nipples with nail and knuckle. Your hips involuntarily buck up beneath me as the feeling over-loads your nerves. A cry indistinguishable between anguish and ecstasy explodes out of you, the tears flowing more freely now.

Does it hurt you? Or is the Saiyajin that I know exists within you responding to me? I doubt it, judging by the helpless look on your face.

Well, no matter. You don't grasp what's been done, but you will in time. Either that or we'll both go mad and most likely take this world with us. But I won't give up on us, Kakarrot. I can be just as selfish as you.

"N-no NO! Vegeta!! Stop it! Kusotare, YAMETE!!"

Scream all you want, you deluded baka. The need shakes me, burning within and flaring in tune to my pulse. My mouth opens hungrily now against your neck, tongue lapping at the fresh wound that makes you mine. A groan escapes your throat at the sensation. Hard to believe you don't want this, your skin heating and blushing beneath me.
Eyes half-lidded with reluctant pleasure stare at me, "Please ssstop..."

Never. Not until you writhe in ecstasy beneath me. Not until I have you screaming my name. ► Persuasion-1     Persuasion-2     Persuasion-3     Persuasion-4     Persuasion-5     Persuasion-6