The Darkest Hearts

Chapter Four

I shakingly held the child's chest against my ear until the last tiny heartbeat faded. My head was spinning madly. Each death was so quiet, so gentle. Only the last made a single sound, and that was only the smallest whimper. I let the body fall to the floor and walked out. Kakarrot was waiting there for me. He smiled, and it was then that I noticed a strange light in his pupils. It made them seem almost grey. I wondered if mine looked like that. "Let's go," I murmured, bumping him lightly as I slipped past.

"I'm right behind you."

I'm sure you are... He seemed to like following me. I hadn't yet figured out why, but it would only take a few moments to do so if I could remember the connection we had. I kept forgetting our new closeness. Chancing a glance over my shoulder, I saw the last snippet of a perverted grin and smirked myself. "What are you smiling about, Kakarrot?" Immediately I sank into his thoughts.

"Nothing." His ass looks great...

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it was just a thought." Oh, I can't wait to get a piece of that. Damn, he's too sexy for his own good.

I sneered to myself as we went outside once more. Stretching, I watched him from the corner of my eye as he raked me with that same too-interested look. I sighed and said, "Well..." I slowly ran my tongue over my sharp teeth, pretending not to see Kakarrot's lustful shudder. "That was everyone in the city. Now what? I'm not in the mood to fly to another today."

"We could level this place and find somewhere to sleep," Kakarrot rumbled. I closed my eyes and tasted the sound of his voice. I had discovered long ago that I had a strange disorder that jumbled my senses, but also enhanced them. I could smell colors, taste sounds, feel sounds, and hear certain colors as well. When I had a headache, I could even see sounds. Kakarrot knew about my color-smelling quirk; I'd shown him years ago when we were bored and wanted to amuse ourselves.

To get back to the point, Kakarrot tasted like my favorite thing, and it's something I hold dear and close to my heart, that no one, not even he, will ever know.

But something he said caught my attention. "What?" I snapped, turning to look at him. "No! We are not going to destroy this city, or any other!"

"Why? There's no one else here."

I sauntered toward him, a deep, sexy grin on my face. I ran my gloved fingertips down his chest and stomach, murmuring, "If we destroy them all, how in the world are we going to find the best bed?" He set his jaw at that, and I couldn't help but notice what was going on in his pants. I turned, leaving him to follow me or not. "After all, you did tell me that the rest of the city was mine to do with as I please, did you not?" I tossed my head and glanced over my shoulder at the Warrior who came scrabbling after me like a hormonal teenager.

"I- I did. That's a good idea, Vegeta, let's get started."

I somehow kept from laughing. "Patience, Kakarrot!" I teased. "The night's still young; there might be a few scattered survivors from your rampage." I knew that it was unlikely, but I wanted to lead him on, get him ready.

"No, n-no, I got everyone, they're all dead, please, Vegeta, let's try your idea!" He was all but drooling over me and I felt deeply pleased. I shrugged. Now I was feeling a little impatient too, so might as well. "If you insist, Kakarrot. Where should we begin?"

We spent hours and hours, countless hours, exploring the city, and of course we had to try every bed we came across. I knew that at some point we couldn't take it anymore and we fell asleep. When eventually I dragged myself out of oblivion, I gauged the time to be sometime in the late afternoon. I glanced down at Kakarrot; the demon still slept, his head pillowed on my chest. Can't believe I'm uke, I thought rather grumpily.

I ran my fingers through his messy hair. I smiled, thinking that some things never changed. He had become the most dangerous thing in the Universe- we both had- and it was still hard to wake him up in the mornings. For years I'd imagined this, laying in bed with him after the wildest night of my life, him still sleeping on my chest. Sure, my body ached with the intensity of his lust, but it was more than worth it. If I woke up sore every day for the rest of my life it would be worth it.

As I stared down at his face, I realized that, when asleep, he looked exactly like he had in the past. Innocent. Full of light. Not the dark monster he'd become. Something in me disliked it, but I was in love with every part of him, every part, his darkness and his light. So I didn't really mind. A few minutes later, he inhaled deeply and shifted, looking up at me with sleep-filled eyes. I smiled and continued to stroke his head. "Morning, Kakarrot. What should we do today?"

He yawned. "Hm... Food?" he mumbled, more than likely still half asleep. I chuckled and pressed my mouth against his. A pulse of electricity seemed to pass between us; I could tell by the way his eyes widened that he was definitely awake now. He kept the kiss alive as I tried to pull away for a breath.

"Kakarrot," I said warningly.

He laughed quietly and found my hand. I knew where this was going. He pulled my hand to his growing erection and I sighed. "Fine, fine," I yielded. I rolled on top of him with a demonic grin. We kissed hungrily. His big hands found my hips and ground me down on him. I growled, craving the friction it caused. Distantly I heard him moan at the same contact. My head was already spinning. I grabbed his cock with both hands and started pumping, licking the head now and then. Kakarrot snarled. "Quit fucking around, Vegeta," he growled.

I just laughed. He jammed a few fingers into my mouth. I slobbered on them eagerly, knowing what was coming. He rolled us over, and slowly pushed the lubricated fingers into me. I moaned, arching my back a little. I dug my hands into the mattress while he pushed in and out. He was trying to get me to relax, and I was trying to, but I was enjoying it too much. "Come on, Vegeta," he whispered. "It's gonna hurt if you don't loosen up."

"D-Don't... bother," I managed to grind out.

"If you insist," he replied, then pushed his throbbing member into me. Both of us groaned as he filled me. "Kami, Vegeta..." He gritted his teeth. "F-Forgot... how tight you are...!" He began to thrust into me, and I wasn't sure who was loving it more. With every pound he was hitting my prostate. I keened and squirmed under him. He bit my neck, silently giving me permission to come, and I did. The sensation of my climax drove him over the edge. We lay there for several minutes, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.

Kakarrot sighed over me. The strange light in his eyes was almost gone, surprisingly. He looked... normal. But there was still that feral gleam, that dangerous look. I loved it. I loved him. But...

Why was a part of me against this? Why did something in me hate him, myself, everything?

We stared into each other's eyes and my unpleasant thoughts evaporated. I grinned slightly and pushed him off me. "Come on, Kakarrot," I said. "We have ground to cover."

(Me: SPOILER........

Nope.)