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It was only when Severus asked for the canter that Harry had enough. The colt glared at the older man, running at him in an attempt to scare him. Severus stood still, tapping the colt on the chest once he was within 5 feet. "No, out," he pointed towards the left. It took a while – 10 minutes of Harry kicking, squealing, bolting, and biting – before Severus managed to get him back working again. The more they worked, the more aggressive Harry got.
"I think we should call it a day," Severus muttered quietly to the colt, who was currently walking around the pen, a thin sheet of sweat covered his body, his head shaking in annoyance at the other male who was making him do something he didn't want to do. "All you're doing is making this harder for yourself," Severus crossed his arms over his chest, watching Harry walk around. He had to admit, Harry was a nice-looking pony; he could be used for breeding if his attitude problems could be sorted, and whatever else came along the way while he figured the pony out.
He dropped the whip, grabbing Harry's hackamore, and walked towards the pony, slowly placing the hackamore on Harry. "I'm afraid one of the stable hands is going to have to hose you off and turn you out; I have a meeting with Dumbledore in 20 minutes." He led Harry back to the main yard, handing his lead rope over to Luna. "Make sure you have someone with you, in case he reacts badly." Luna nodded before she led Harry to one of the wash bays.
Severus had been right about Harry reacting badly. It had taken three people to hold the colt just to get a hose pipe near him, and even then, they were struggling. In the end, they called it quits before they angered the already kicking colt. Harry had managed to kick two of the three people who held him, and he was looking rather smug about it. He was shocked as they led him to his pasture; he tilted his head to the side as the gate closed, before shrugging and taking off to the far side, where the shade and long grass were.
Genre: originals
Chapter 1
Before you read, I want to state that this story may turn into a three-part series. It may end on a cliffhanger and never be finished. The first part could be the end if you choose not to read anymore. Enjoy, but read at your own risk.
Elijah's bare feet padded across the cold, stone-built basement floor. His latest victim, a male, sat in the corner, held by a single rusty chain that kept him within five feet of the wall. Elijah tended to prefer males, though he didn't know why. He never really questioned it.
He eyed the male, who sat shivering like a lost animal. "Don't be afraid," Elijah said quietly, a grin spreading across his face as his light blue eyes gleamed with pleasure at the thought of what was about to happen within those walls. He quickly gripped the hostage's dark brown hair, pulling him roughly to his feet. "Now, Devon, let's play a game." Devon seemed terrified, his eyes wide with fear, as if his life was on the line – which, in fact, it was. "This game is fun, at least for me," Elijah said, releasing his grip on the male's hair, a clump of which remained in his hand.
He walked towards the wall, surveying the many items he kept there: guns, whips, clamps, and knives. "Why don't you put your hands out for me, kiddo, palms facing the ceiling?" he asked, keeping his back to the male until he heard the shuffling of him moving. Elijah grabbed the pistol from the wall, loaded it, and took the few steps it took to get within a foot of the male.
Before the male could react, Elijah aimed the pistol at the palm of his hands, sending a bullet shooting through. Within seconds, both hands were shot, and a loud scream pierced the air as Devon fell to the floor in agony, his crimson blood spilling onto the floor beneath him. Elijah sighed in disgust. "You're making a mess. Stand up." He waited a few seconds before deciding the male had taken too long to comply. Taking a fistful of the male's hair, Elijah yanked him back onto his feet. "Disobedient," he muttered.
He moved the male to the middle of the room, pulling down two chains from the ceiling. "Please, try to stay still. It will only be more painful for yourself." Gripping Devon's wrist in an iron-tight grip, Elijah slowly threaded the chain through the hole in the palm of the other's hand. He did the same to both hands before rehooking the chain, slowly suspending the male from the ceiling. Elijah watched with pure glee as the man withered in pain above him. "The more you move, the more it will hurt. Silly," he mocked, a smirk on his face.
Elijah tilted his head to the sound as he watched the male struggle for a few more minutes. The male hadn't screamed from the suspension, which disappointed Elijah. "Shame," he said to himself. "I'll have to fix that." He walked back over to the wall, idly running his fingers across the weapons, stopping on one of the knives. It wasn't sharp, but with enough pressure, it could cut skin. He hummed as he picked the knife up, walking slowly back to the male.
"This will hurt you more than it will ever hurt me," Elijah said, lightly pressing the cold metal against the male's stomach. He grinned as the male tried to struggle away from the item. "Ah, ah, be still," he murmured. He slowly applied pressure onto the knife, watching as it slowly cut into the victim's pale skin. Elijah gripped the knife handle tighter, his mouth spreading into a smile that sent chills down one's spine and made the hair stand up on the back of one's neck. As the blood appeared on the skin in small red beads, he pressed the knife deeper, letting it cut the skin more before quickly slicing down the male's stomach, almost as if he were skinning an animal.
Elijah tilted his head to the side as the male let out an ear-piercing scream, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he passed out. "Weak," Elijah said, dropping the knife onto the floor. He took a step back to admire his handiwork on the male's stomach. The skin hung down, letting the blood flow down the male's body before it began to drip onto the floor, joining the half-dry puddle that was already there. Elijah sighed as he lightly traced his finger through the wound, smiling as the muscles beneath his fingertips began to move, almost as if they were avoiding his touch. He let his hand drop to his side, still covered in blood. "Sleep tight," he said, spinning on his heels and leaving the basement.
NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 2
Part two of Elijah torturing Devon.
Three hours later, Elijah was back in the basement, sighing at the pathetic male who hung from his ceiling. "Why do I even bother with this?" he muttered to himself as he lowered the male back down to the floor, slowly pulling the chains free from Devon's hands. "Oi, you piece of shit, wake up," he said, kicking the male in the ribs and smirking when he winced and curled in on himself. "Yeah, I get it. It hurts," he said, rolling his eyes. He picked the male up and quickly, quietly strapped him down to the table.
"I'm going to let you choose. Do you understand?" Elijah looked into the male's dark green eyes, watching as Devon nodded his head quickly. "Great," Elijah said, grinning and crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you want to no longer see or no longer talk?" he asked, his lips twitching. He could see the male thinking the question over, but he let him think for a few moments. "No longer see?" Devon sounded unsure of his answer, but Elijah shrugged and grabbed a blindfold, easily covering the male's eyes. "Great choice."
He hummed as he grabbed the old, rusty hammer from the table, along with two screws. "Now, Devon, hold still, will you?" he asked, lining the screw up to one of the male's eyes before whacking it hard with the hammer, sending it through the male's eye. Devon screamed, thrashing against the table that held him bound. "Sh, sh, you're okay," Elijah said, not sounding bothered. He was more interested in the blood that was seeping out of the blindfold. Once the male had stilled, Elijah was quick to do the same to the other eye. "There, you can no longer see, just like you picked."
He dug around in his jacket pocket, finally pulling out a pocket knife. He dragged a chair beside the table and sat down. "You know, I've always wanted to be an artist," he said, almost making idle conversation, as if the male before him wasn't being tortured. He sighed, running the knife down Devon's leg, applying pressure and letting it cut the skin. He began to draw patterns as the blood slowly rolled down the male's skin. It wasn't long before the faint sound of dripping blood could be heard: drip, drip, drip, as it fell from the table and onto the floor beneath them.
Elijah sighed as he stood up, stretching his arms out. "I shall see you in a few hours. Do try to scream," he hummed, walking out of the basement and letting the door slam behind him, leaving the male writhing in pain on the basement table.
Genre: anime2
Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters from it. A/N: A short V/B get together. It's about lust, not love. Physical attraction is a very big part of why most people end up becoming involved in relationships, and that, my friends, is what this fic is about. Think of Vegeta's crush like an obsession, and vice versa with Bulma. We all have our little secret desires, and all I want to do with this fanfic is show what I think might have happened between these two characters. (First written in 2001, revised in 2002, and 2004.)
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side, to know that you're mine
Vegeta watched Bulma through narrowed eyes as she made him breakfast. His vantage point at the head of the breakfast table gave him an excellent view of the shapely human, and his heated gaze followed her around the kitchen, never once leaving her body. Occasionally, a muscle jumped in his arm as though he were imagining grabbing the woman; grabbing the petite little vixen and forcing her to acknowledge the attraction between them. It didn't take a huge stretch of imagination for Vegeta to summon up these fantasies – particularly when the woman was still dressed in her night attire. His ebony eyes trailed down her shapely figure, their gaze slipping over her smooth pale skin and down the short stretch of silk that barely covered her most intimate parts. Whoever had designed the flimsy piece of clothing had no doubt been envisioning the wearer embarking on a nightly orgy of sex. After all, a black silk nightgown framed with red lace wasn't the kind of slip a woman wore to keep warm.
Bulma paused in her cooking to smooth the black silk down over her thighs, and Vegeta felt his body tense in reaction to seeing her touch herself like that. It wasn't fair! He knew she did this to torture him. She hadn't dressed like this when she was with the human Yamcha; it had only been once they had broken up that she had begun to wear sexy lingerie down to breakfast, flaunting her body before him! He didn't doubt that she wanted him, but until she made some sort of movement to clarify her behavior, he wasn't going to make a move on her. He'd wait until she begged him. But would she beg him?
The blue-haired woman was almost as argumentative and stubborn as he! If she truly was interested in him, then it was going to be a battle of wills to see who would snap first and make a move on the other. Abruptly, Vegeta found his thoughts being directed in another direction as Bulma bent to pick something off the floor, and her nightgown rode high up her thighs again, exposing the delicious curve of her upper leg. She straightened and turned around, smiled smugly as she caught him looking at her, then gave him a flirtatious look from beneath her lashes as she turned back to cooking him breakfast. Oh yes, she wanted him.
I would cry for you
I would cry for you
Bulma turned back to the stovetop and began to dish out his food, unaware of the scrutiny the prince was giving her. Vegeta propped an elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand. He considered stalking up to the woman and taking her then and there on the counter. He'd ram her up against that bench and then fuck her until she was too sore to move. Kami, how long had it been since he'd had a woman? Too long, obviously. The Saiyan prince shook his head, grimacing to himself as he considered her possible reactions to him acting out his little daydream. He could imagine the woman both moaning in ecstasy and screeching at him to get off of her before she called Kakarot. Vegeta's eyes widened at the thought of Bulma telling Kakarot that he, Vegeta the prince of all Saiyans, had come onto her like a drunken teenager! The thought that he, a man who had laid waste to numerous worlds and conquered more planets than even Frieza himself, would be rejected by a silly little human girl was ridiculous. Yet, he still felt a cold chill run down his spine at the mere thought of the woman rejecting him. No one rejected Vegeta!
Bulma brought him out of his vision as she laid two plates of food down in front of him and inadvertently flashed her ample cleavage. Vegeta grinned slightly; he'd like to conquer her planets! It was impossible that the woman would reject him! No normal person showed this much skin to a man they had no attraction to! She was practically begging him to take her! The clothes, the flirtatious looks – she was silently pleading to be royally fucked. "Vegeta!" Bulma's sharp voice pierced his thoughts. She was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and her legs splayed. "Stop staring at me and eat your breakfast! I didn't spend hours slaving away on a hot stove so you could perve on me!" Bulma continued to berate him testily. With a toss of her blue mane, she whirled around and stamped back to the kitchen, not missing the flames in the prince's eyes. He continued to stare at her for far longer than was considered polite, his obsidian orbs watching the woman with a predatory look in them.
I will pray for you
As Vegeta watched the spoiled heiress bustle about the kitchen, he wondered how the woman could look so young and pure in his eyes, despite him knowing that she had been with several men since Yamcha had dumped her. He knew she wasn't a blushing virgin, and yet she still looked as delectable to him as she ever had – it was madness to feel like this about a female! Especially such a shameless tramp with morals so low she practically tripped over them! It wasn't like he had a penchant for virgins, but he'd never quite been this attracted to a female who didn't have that innocent gleam in their eyes. Vegeta's gut tightened as the nightgown rode up again. How could he resist her when she flaunted herself in front of him like this? Closing his eyes, Vegeta took a deep breath and came to the decision that the lust he felt for the woman had to be satiated. The woman would enjoy his ministrations, and he'd enjoy showing her what a true Saiyan was capable of! There was nothing wrong in his attraction to the weak female – it was lust, pure and simple. He wanted to fuck her, so he would.
The prince stood up, his chair scraping across the tiled floor. Despite the noise, the woman ignored him and continued to bang pots and pans around noisily, clearly upset over something and far too caught up in her thoughts to notice Vegeta slowly creeping up behind her. The prince kept low, his instincts telling him to hunt the weak woman, and his body telling him to do entirely different things. Vegeta growled in the back of his throat and licked his lips in anticipation as he lunged forward in a lightning-fast movement and grabbed her waist. Bulma shrieked in surprise as he brought her body back against his and kept her locked in an iron-tight grip. "Vegeta? What are you doing?" Bulma's voice was high and sounded short of breath – from fear or lust, Vegeta wasn't sure, and didn't really care; both emotions were a turn-on. He dipped his head down and softly sunk his teeth into the back of her neck, showing his dominance to the tiny creature he held in his grasp. "Geta?" She sounded unsure. Her voice wavered, and she gasped as Vegeta bit harder, silencing her. "Hush, woman," Vegeta ordered, letting go of her neck and slowly turning her around in his arms to face him. He felt something in his lower body twist as he met her baby blue eyes and saw a strange mix of fear and attraction swirling through them. He could hear her heart thundering in her chest, and he smirked as he lowered his face again and kissed her neck. Bulma moaned softly, and Vegeta felt some of the tension leave her body. He'd been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity.
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
"Foolish little human," Vegeta growled, smirking as he stepped forward and cupped the offered breast in one hand. "I'm no weak human male who is easily controlled." He squeezed the soft mound and claimed her reddened mouth in a fierce kiss, picking Bulma off the ground and holding her against him. Everything faded away until Vegeta was unaware of anything except the woman's legs wrapped around his waist, her body arched against his muscled torso, and her mouth pressed against his. He lifted from the ground without skipping a beat, the movement so swift and smooth that Bulma didn't even notice. They floated through the house, a surreal and somewhat strange sight, until they reached his bedroom. Vegeta dropped Bulma onto the bed and pulled off his white muscle shirt with a distinct lack of finesse. Bulma almost coyly waited on the bed, panting slightly, her sexy black nightdress pulling tight against her breasts with every breath she took. "Mmm, you look good enough to eat," Bulma purred, pulling him onto the bed and straddling his waist. "I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time. You should have come onto me sooner." Bulma leant down and kissed him hungrily.
"I know, but I liked seeing you squirm while you waited for me to make my move, it was very entertaining," Vegeta laughed huskily and gripped Bulma's small waist, surprised to find that the feel of her body through the silk of her nightdress was incredibly sexy. "You like entertaining?" Bulma chuckled. "How 'bout this for entertaining?" Vegeta let go of Bulma's waist as she slowly pulled her nightdress over her head, letting it drift to the floor beside the bed. She shook out her unruly locks of aqua hair and swayed above him, moving in time to music he couldn't hear, but music to which he could definitely feel the beat. Vegeta sat up and pulled her in close against him, letting his hands slowly drift up her body, lingering on her full breasts before moving to her back to press her in hard against him. "Tell me you want me," he ordered against her mouth, gently kissing her as his hands kneaded into her back. "Tell me you need me."
"I want you, I need you," Bulma moaned and raked her nails down his back, revelling in the hiss of pleasure that came from Vegeta as she did so.
Tell me you want me
Tell me you want me, Vegeta
"Tell me you want me, Vegeta," Bulma countered, kissing his chest. She licked and gently bit every inch of his muscled skin as she ground herself against him erotically. "Tell me you need me too." She whispered hoarsely. "I want you, woman. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you," Vegeta looked at her, unashamed of his attraction. "You're the sexiest creature I've ever laid eyes on. You were wasted on that weakling boyfriend of yours, you deserve a real man." He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, pleased when Bulma shivered with pleasure. "Are you a real man?" Bulma whispered against his lips, loving the feeling that came from lying with Vegeta. "As much a man as you're a woman," Vegeta laid back and looked up at his woman through heavy-lidded eyes. "You're a bad girl on the inside, aren't you?" He asked as she dug her nails into his chest like a cat. "As bad as they come, I just hide it well," Bulma's voice was low and husky. "Is this what you want?" She undid the drawstring on his pants and made a pleased sound with what she saw. "Do you want a bad girl to play with tonight?"
"I want more than that, woman," Vegeta watched her as she undressed him, his tone surprisingly serious. "I want you completely mine, forever." He caught her eyes with his and smirked. "I never want to let another male touch you."
"Forever's a long time," Bulma told him as she slowly pulled off her panties and threw them to some forsaken corner of the room, she pouted down at him. "Sure you won't get bored?"
"With you?" Vegeta laughed and rolled on top of Bulma, trapping his tiny mate beneath him. "Not damned likely," He growled and kissed her hungrily.
Beg and steal for you
Vegeta watched Bulma as she slept, tired from the day-long bedroom activities. Outside, the sun had long since set, and the stars were now up. He decided that Bulma looked more mysterious by night, more dangerous somehow. Bulma stirred and opened eyes that were a blazing cobalt blue in the shadows of the room.
She wrapped her arms around him and slipped him a lazy smile. "Do you know that Chichi once told me that you and I were so alike, we were either going to end up killing each other or fucking each other?" Bulma chuckled. "I guess we found out which."
Vegeta smirked in the darkness and kissed her with passion-swollen lips. "Well, I always knew which one I was going to do to you." He smirked as he caught the bemused expression that crossed her face. "Very sure of yourself, aren't you?" Bulma caught his face in her hands and looked into his endless ebony eyes. "Of course, I'm the Prince of all Saiyans." Vegeta smirked even harder as Bulma giggled and pulled him down beside her, crawling on top of him with intent. "Yeah, hail to the prince, alright." She praised as she kissed him sexily.