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Goku Black X Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 22: Back Again)
Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 22: Back Again)
You had thought Black was inexhaustible before then, but nothing could have prepared you for that night. He seemed far too eager to strain your limits, making love to you throughout most of the late night and into the early morning until you nearly collapsed in exhaustion. By then, the darkness began to ease its hold and streaks of dull orange began to creep through the cool, dawn sky. You barely managed to muster the strength to drag your weary body next to Black’s against the cool moss, covered in love bites and bruises from your excursion. Eyes drooping, you had only managed to nuzzle your head under his chin before promptly dozing off against his side, not conscious of him affectionately curling a firm arm around your shoulders. There was no doubt that you wouldn’t be able to walk properly the next morning, even with your accelerated healing capabilities.
Smirking silently to himself, Black allowed his awareness to slowly dissolve into a serene nothingness. The ritual had been successful; he could no longer sense your chi. No longer would he have to hate himself for giving in to a mortal.
He scowled at that wretched word, not realizing he had begun squeezing you too tightly until he heard you whimper in pain. His grip loosened immediately and he stroked your arm apologetically, gazing lovingly into your face.
Never in his entire life had he expected something like this. All he had ever known was violence and servitude, and he had been content to trek the long road alone. Murder didn’t bother him, not with how much he had seen previously as a Kai. Yet the humans cried out against him unaware of their own hypocrisy. The strong dominated the weak, as were the laws of nature. And there was no one stronger than him.
Therefore it was his right to take back what was so deservingly his.
Zamasu, however, was a welcome addition, if he could even be considered that. Moreso than that, he was part of him, figuratively and literally. Finally, someone who completely and utterly understood him. That was why he needed him. Someone to share in the glory of godhood, someone who knew exactly what was going on in his brain.
And everything had gone stellarly according to plan. That was until you had come along and threw everything off its axis. He wanted to hate you, to kill you and rid of you the same way one would rid themselves of a pesky tick, but he just couldn’t. Son Goku’s blood ran too strongly through his veins.
Zamasu still hated you, Black knew.
They were essentially the same being, yet their paths had diverged so drastically.
He had never expected you.
Black had always thought that he and Zamasu would be the only two left in the empty universe, reigning supreme as the only Gods.
And now, you belonged to him and only him, and would be until the end of time, just as it was always meant to be. You would have to leave the cave eventually, but for now, it was time to sleep.
You woke to the sound of shuffling clothes a few hours later, missing the warmth of the solid body next to you. Opening your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of the Saiyan’s muscular back as he pulled on his black shirt.
“Come on, we have to get going,” Black said without even turning around to look at you. “ I have to reunite with my partner.”
“He’s not going to try to kill me again, right?” There was a twinge of unease at the mention of the white-haired Kai; you still didn’t trust him completely and you weren’t exactly keen on seeing him again.
“I doubt he’d try if I’m around,” Black reassured, but the word “doubt” continued to echo through your ears. And it wasn’t like he could stay with you all the time, right? God knows what the Kai would do if he wasn’t around, and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. What if he decided that he no longer needed either of you if they really did end up eliminating all mortals and went back on his word?
“Hey,” Black snapped you out of your trance, glancing at you with a knowing look. “Don’t worry about it.” The way he said it left no room for discussion, and you were left to hope that it was true.
“Okay, let’s just go,” you murmured, and Black almost felt bad for dismissing you. But he had other things to worry about. Even now, he needed to complete his mission, just as much as he needed you. No matter how much he loved you, or claimed to, he couldn’t just abandon his ambition.
Grabbing you around your waist, he lifted off into the sky, head figuratively and literally in the clouds, while you clutched at his gray gi as the ground flashed by in a haze. The journey was long, but it could never be long enough for you. Black could feel your hesitance, rubbing soothing circles upon your back as you cuddled closer for warmth.
After what felt like hours, you were nudged awake as Black touched down weightlessly on a familiar wooden deck. Another wave of nausea washed over you at the thought of the green goblin. As if sensing your unease, the hand around your shoulders tightened as he guided you towards the door.
It creaked deafeningly loud in the tranquility of the forest, revealing a darkened cabin interior.
Silence.
You gazed around the room, staring fugitively at the sparse furnishing looking for the telltale shock of bright white hair. The kitchen and hallways were clear. Shadows crept up every plane and shrouded the furniture in darkness.
Then you saw him.
Or at least part of him. He was sitting on the gray couch, facing away from the two of you. He gave no indication that he had heard the soft padding of your combined footsteps on the floor.
Inadvertently, you shrunk into Black as he steered you forward.
“Zama-”
Black wasn’t able to finish the rest of the sentence as a glowing chi bomb blasted the two of you backwards. The heat engulfed your entire body in a fire so intense it felt as if it were infiltrating every pore in your being.
You didn’t even have time to make a sound as you were thrown into the forest, leaving a dirt trail in the grass as more explosions rocked the earth. Ears ringing, you could barely make out the blurry image of the cabin that was now missing most of its South side.
Two figures off in the distance shot out from a barely-intact roof and flew towards each other at light speed.
Vaguely, you could hear the sound of shouts and more explosions, but your body wasn’t cooperating with you as you tried to scream for Black.
Sighing in defeat, all you could do was drop your head back and wait for your scattered senses to return, eventually drifting off to a welcome slumber.
Meanwhile, things were not going so smoothly for Zamasu and Black as they battled.
“Why are you so stubborn to disagree with me? She’s no longer mortal!” Black spat, dodging a swipe from his other self.
“That’s not the problem! You cannot dress a sheep up as a wolf and pretend it is a wolf! It is destined to eat, shit, and think like prey no matter what form it takes! It was enough to turn her into a God, but I don’t want to be anywhere near that abomination! You made no mention of keeping her in my presence!”
“That is impossible! I require her assistance!”
“Assistance?” Zamasu scoffed, venom in his voice. “To fill your mortal urges? How vile.”
Black looked affronted, quickly parlaying another blow as Zamasu continued to charge at him. “That is not the only reason, don’t you dare imply that I am anything close to those animals!”
“Then why?” Zamasu roared, coming to a halt midair.
“Because she is part of my destiny! She is the last remnants of my conquest of this blasted race, and the harbinger of our new future!” It was only a half-truth that seemed almost false as it left his mouth, and Black himself wasn’t sure if he himself believed it.
But he was unwilling to expose so much of himself to his partner, especially when it was clear that Zamasu disapproved.
Black almost laughed at the irony of it all.
But it didn’t matter to him anymore as long as they completed what they had worked so hard to achieve.
“Look,” Black held up a mediating hand. “She is insignificant to the eradication of mortals, which is what we need to complete right now. I’ll try to keep her away from you, but she is mine. You don’t need to talk to her or even look at her.”
The green Kai sneered, seeming to contemplate Black’s proposal.
Finally with a huff, Zamasu agreed. “And she won’t get in the way of the Zero Mortal Plan in any way, is that clear? If she does anything to jeopardize it I’ll lock her in a place where even you can’t find and make her suffer for the rest of eternity.”
“Fine.” Black held out his hand, which Zamasu reluctantly clasped.
“Just keep her the hell away from me. Now help me fix the damn cabin.”
Black was tempted to roll his eyes but followed obediently behind him as he landed on the deck.
Now was not the time to start another quarrel, he would just have to try to pacify Zamasu as much as he could before gathering you back into his arms.
He stared off in the direction that you had been tossed to before turning back as Zamasu made a noise of annoyance.
Confusion flooded your senses as you finally came to, eyes opening to a leafy canopy without Goku Black by your side.
In a moment, everything flooded back and you groaned, pressing your palms to your eyes.
Well, there goes that for making peace with Zamasu. You were really getting sick of getting thrown around like a sack of potatoes every time that idiot got angry.
Your body still ached slightly from the blast, but it was manageable.
And it was all because of that stupid sack of shit.
It’s not like you were happy with the arrangement either, you thought angrily. Your head pulsed painfully at the thought of him.
Who the hell wants to live with a guy who tries to murder them at every possible instance?
But it was all for Black, you reminded yourself.
No, not just for him but also for you.
Even now, the human part of you reared its ugly head. It was selfish and cruel, and you knew you would eventually be forced to lose what little you had left. Either Son Goku and Trunks defeated Black and reclaimed their universe, or he and Zamasu will destroy everything leaving you utterly alone with two murderous Gods.
Even then, you still loved him.
Hot tears welled up in your eyes and the pressure began to mount like an erupting volcano inside your breast.
And as you lay there all you could do was weep for everything you had lost and loved, and everything you have and would become.
By the time you had made the trek back to the cabin, darkness had coated the sky with cold, twinkling stars.
Cursing slightly, you climbed up the long ladder on one side of the newly renovated residence, noticing the telltale dark, spiky hair in the well-lit living room. Like Zamasu had been earlier, he was reclining against the couch seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Carefully, you cracked open the door and tried to walk inconspicuously behind him.
If Black heard you enter he gave no sign, barely sneaking you a glance as you took in your surroundings.
He could tell you had been crying from your puffy, red eyes but didn’t push the subject.
He was still exhausted from today’s events; he had added a whole new section to the cabin just for you and still had to listen to Zamasu’s complaints the entire time. (Zamasu hadn’t helped, not to his surprise.)
Not to mention the scuffle earlier had left him slightly battered (though he’d never admit it). Luckily for him, he was the one who had inherited the greater combat skills thanks to a certain Saiyan, so the damage was only minimal.
Black watched disinterestedly as you trudged to your new room, furnished with whatever he was able to scavenge from the abandoned cities. He stared as you made a beeline straight into the darkness without turning on the lights, hearing the gentle squeal of the mattress from behind the closed door as you landed face first into it without bothering to undress.
Subtly, he wondered if he should pursue you but decided against it, opting to just pass out right then and there on the couch.
Tomorrow’s problems could be dealt with by tomorrow’s self.
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Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 18: Reunion)
Black and Trunks had just passed between two large, jagged mountains after seven hard hours of unsuccessful scouting. They had checked every beach and forest they had come near, yet there was still no sign of you or traces of Zamasu’s magic. And since they couldn’t rely on your chi which had weakened significantly since your escape, the best they could do was look by hand, which didn’t provide a very fast recovery.
“Black! Look!” Trunks’ frantic call snapped Black out of his thoughts as they continued to zoom through the air. “Is that a fire?”
She said red lights………He wondered. Could she have meant……
You had fainted before he could think up a reply, and no matter how hard he tried he was still unable to communicate telepathically with you. His eyes widened when he finally figured out your cryptic plea for help.
Black could see it. Billowing clouds of smoke and flashes of bright white lightning just up ahead, in a thick-wooded forest.
“She’s there!” Black shouted frenziedly, shooting past the confused teenager.
“What?! How would you know?!”
“Just shut up and follow me fool! There’s no time to explain!” Black hollered back, not keeping his eyes away from the wildfire.
“Y/n? Y/n!” There was no response that could be heard from the chaos below.
Two pairs of keen eyes scanned the hellish forest floor, searching for any sign of you as they flew in circles barely above reach of the scorching heat.
“Look!” Trunks shouted, pointing triumphantly at a dot in the crumbling undergrowth. “It’s Y/n!”
They both dove to you at the same time, Black overtaking Trunks as his heart beat furiously against his ribcage. The smoke didn’t affect his keen senses in the slightest, but it was still hard for the once heartless God to breathe.
From their position, all the two warriors could see was only half your body, splayed out underneath a heavy blackened trunk. Bright red tongues lapped at your skin, but you didn’t appear to be moving.
“Shit!”
Black reached you first, tossing the gigantic tree of you like it weighed nothing, which it probably did to him at least. He grabbed you and cradled you in his arms, Trunks beginning to protest until he saw the state of your legs.
“That’s going to hurt, even if she is immortal,” Trunks winced in sympathy. “It’s a good thing she’s knocked out cold, and even better that we have a Senzu Bean.”
“Let’s get her out of here first,” Black murmured, relief flooding through him once he saw the slight rising and falling of your chest. He rubbed a bit of soot of your face and adjusted you a bit in his arms, forgetting Trunks who was watching in disbelief. Something flitted in his eye when he looked at you, but it was gone so fast that Trunks wasn’t able to completely discern what it was.
Can Black really be….Is that why he wanted Y/n back so badly? No, it can’t be, can it? He a psychopathic murderer!
Thoughts swirled like a hurricane in his brain making him slightly light-headed, and Black must have noticed as Trunks began to sway on his feet. Even Saiyans weren’t completely immune to fire.
“We should get the Hell out of here before you pass out too, and if you do, I’m leaving you here,” Black snapped, roughly shaking him from his astonishment. There were a time and a place, but here was neither of those.
“Come on!” Black sprung off into the sky, the confused teenager following shakily behind, mind still reeling.
“We’ll stop here,” The older Saiyan commanded with a tone that called for no objections as he descended into one of the most habitable caves in the twin peaks they had just passed. Throughout the entire flight Trunks hadn’t dared to utter a single word, not even looking at him. They placed you on the floor, cushioning your head with Trunks’ sword and Black’s sash, using the boy’s jacket as a blanket. It wasn’t the best, but it was still much better than absolutely nothing. If Trunks wasn’t here, then Black would have preferred to keep you in his lap, where you could be warmer and safer, but there was no way he was going to do that with Earth’s mightiest hero glaring at him like a hawk. Even slightly burnt by the fire, he was still dangerous. Some of the skin on Trunks’ hand had been seared off when they had touched down, but that wouldn’t stop him from grabbing his sword.
“What, cat got your tongue?” Black jeered once you were settled in, and suddenly Trunks’ hatred returned. Or more specifically, sprung back to the surface. It had never left. Even now his mother’s death still hurt.
“Yeah what-” His voice began to grow louder until the oncoming argument was halted by your frail moan of discomfort.
“Just get the damn Senzu,” Black growled lowly, his onyx eyes mere stormy slits.
Trunks closed his jaw with an audible snap, and clenching his fists, he forced himself to calm down, at least until you had healed a little. Digging around his dirty Capsule Corp jacket, his fingers closed around the last Senzu.
Gently, he pried open your dry lips with one hand while the other held your head, and managed to slip the bean inside your mouth without choking you. Your face relaxed and you appeared to go limp in his hands, a small smile twitching at the corner of Trunks’ mouth as he stared at you in solace. Black had to physically restrain himself from attacking the boy when he saw that Trunks was touching what was rightfully his, though he knew you would disapprove if you were awake.
I just have to deal with him a little longer, Black told himself, struggling to contain his composure. They were one word away from continuing their fight, and your presence was the only thing stopping them.
For now, all they could do was to wait for you to rest up enough to fly back to Zamasu. There were too many things that needed to be sorted out, and frankly, Trunks wondered if they would ever be able to untangle the spider’s web of murder and secrets. After returning you to your former position, Trunks slid as far away from Black as possible while still being close enough to keep an eye on you, sitting against the wall with one tired eye open. Like Black, he had to suppress the impulse to spring to action when he saw the spiky-haired God scoot closer to you, though not yet touching.
Though his feelings for you weren’t the same as Black’s, his survival this far was partly owing to you, saving his life multiple times. Over time, he had come to think of you as one of his closest friends, on par with Mai. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you safe much like Black, though the idea that that serial killer had his sights set on you made his insides riot.
As hard as Trunks fought to stay awake, he finally lost to the alleviating lull of sleep’s velvety wings, whisking him off into another dimension. Black waited until the hero’s head hit his chest before moving over to you, losing all interest in Trunks when he glanced over at your moonlit figure.
Even after everything you had been through you still looked to him the same as the day he had first met you, more alluring than any being in the universe. Sliding his fingers into your h/c locks, he began untangling all the knots and picking out the bits of leaves from your hair. The silver moonshine framed your face beautifully, and even with all the soot and wounds on you it made you no less appealing to him.
After all this time he was still unsure what caused him to obsess over you, and at this point he didn’t really care anymore. Love was still a foreign emotion to the lonely God, and even in his youth he had never experienced anything remotely like it. At this moment he wasn’t really sure what he felt for you, Hell, it might not even be love. Whatever it was, it inexplicably drew him to you. Black used to try to convince himself that it was because you were technically immortal and one of the only females left who genuinely didn’t make him vomit when he touched them, but now he knew that it was a complete lie to justify his attraction. Your immortality had nothing to do with it, though it definitely made things a whole lot less complicated. Or maybe it was the feeling of not wanting to be alone for the rest of eternity, once the Zero Mortal Plan had been completed, though he would never admit it to anyone.
However, none of those seemed to play as big as a factor as the fact that you were simply different, unusually kind and capable of just enjoying life as it is, and not constantly seeking for more as he’d seen many other beings do, wasting their life away to obtain something they could never reach.
He hated vanity, something the earth was sweltering with, and something that you seemed to be nearly or even completely devoid of. And best of all, you didn’t seem to despise him, even after everything he had put you through, and Black had certainly given you numerous reasons to. Despite these feelings, there was still occasionally the irrational, terrible urge to kill every human being in the vicinity, which usually meant you. But he managed to restrain himself every time, avoiding your presence and venting on something else. The old Zamasu had not completely dominated and the lingering presence of Son Goku was not quite gone. They molded together to form someone entirely knew, Goku Black. He knew he wasn’t either men, but still it felt like his soul and body were at war sometimes. It frightened him, that maybe one day the good Saiyan’s presence would win and turn him soft, but worst of all was the thought that perhaps Zamasu’s hateful habits would overbear all reason and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from wounding you. Though you couldn’t die, he was sure the Zamasu he had once been could find a way to make it living Hell for you.
Even now, when everything was calm for once, he could still feel the war raging on inside him. There was no doubt whatsoever that he wanted you, but his morals were battling against that desire. Son Goku’s morality and Zamasu’s ambition, that was made them different, and that was what made him. It was true that he was a deity in a mortal body, but someone as strong as the kind-hearted Saiyan would not let his body go completely, especially when it was taken and used in such a manner. It was something so simple even the people of earth could understand. A different environment could produce two versions of the same person, and Goku’s body was a different environment in a sense. And it had changed him.
But I’m neither of them, Black assured himself. I still hate humans. That’s for sure and it always will be, I wouldn’t want to like them anyways. But there is one I can tolerate.
That’s what split him from Zamasu. That one exception that the Kai could not make.
You.
And the Zamasu inside him howled in fury.
“You should see how you make me, Y/n.” Black exhaled, placing his head next to yours, clenching his eyes shut.
To his surprise, one of your e/c orbs opened slightly, focusing on his features.
“I know, Black.”
His breath hitched in his throat, and he seemed at loss for words. “You should go back to sleep,” he lied. No, that was the last thing he wanted after being apart from you for so long that he had missed the sound of your voice.
“I can’t,” You murmured back, entwining his hand in yours, to which he stared at in shock and maybe even a little discomfort. “I can’t while people are dying.”
“You know exactly why they’re dying Y/n; they’re dying for paradise.”
“Oh Black, I know that you have a good goal in mind but there are better ways to do things than by killing everyone. As much as I appreciate your ambition, I don’t think this is the right way to get there.”
He gave you no response, instead just continued to gaze into your eyes.
“You really believe that, huh?” Black grumbled, you could tell that he was irritated but it was better than before when he would become physically aggressive every time something ticked him off. It didn’t matter what it was, if a branch hit him in the face he would blow up the tree, and if it was raining when he didn’t want it to then he could disperse the clouds with special chi blasts. It was even more violent with humans, in which case he had no mercy. You were the only exception to his purposeful brutality, and you were borderline a deity with human blood. And even then, he had broken your nose or hand multiple times on accident when you startled him. He never meant to hurt you those times, but violence seemed to be ingrained into his muscles.
Eventually, after a few more minutes of debate, you realized there was no point in arguing with him over mortals at this time, and especially when you were still very feeble. He could either remain silent for days or argue for hours, and usually there was no in-between.
“Anyways,” You tried steering the topic away from mass genocide, and onto a slightly less gruesome subject. “I never thought you would team up with Trunks.”
Black just huffed and looked away from you, muttering something about half-breeds under his breath. “That persistent little brat wouldn’t fucking leave me alone,” he growled. “I can still kill him though.”
“No!” You grabbed his shirt as he began to raise his arm, slapping his glowing hand out of the air. Immediately tensing up when you realized what you did, you scrunched your eyes shut in case he decided to hit you. Instead, all you got was a light smack to the head and opening his eyes, you could see him smirking.
“I’m not going to hit you, Y/n. You remember what happened last time.”
Back then, he had tried to surprise you by punching you, a little bit too eagerly, and ended up nearly breaking your entire torso. Sometimes he didn’t even know his own strength, and more specifically Goku’s. When he had first hijacked the body, their cabin would be filled with constant noise when everything he touched shattered into a million pieces, notably several sets of tea cups, chairs, and doors. Zamasu had become so angry that he had forced his partner outside for a day to learn to control his strength, which was part of the reason why there was a sparse space of empty land surrounding the cabin. It wasn’t noticeable, but upon closer inspection quite a number of the trunks were mutilated from his “gentle” practice.
“I know you would never hurt me on purpose, Black.” You reassured him, “I trust you.”
He was taken by your sheer innocence, and sullenly wondered how you could ever have been born in a world like this. It just wasn’t fair, but life never was.
A yawn forced its way past your lips, capturing Black’s attention.
“You should go to sleep Y/n, the faster you recover the sooner we can return and sort this whole mess out,” Black hummed tenderly against your cheek.
“But I-” You tried to protest, though it was promptly muffled against his chest when he pulled you closer.
“No buts. Sleep, now.” His grip tightened around your back, letting you know that there was no room for arguments.
It wasn’t over yet and you both knew it, but frankly you didn’t have enough energy to care at the moment. Giving up once you realized there was no point in arguing with him, you soon fell asleep in his arms, lulled by the rhythmic thumping of his heart and the warmth of his firm body.
You had never slept so well.
Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 21: The Ritual [SMUT] )
Hey guys! Sorry for not posting for so long as I've been busy with my job and college applications that I'm still not done with. It's the moment you've all been waiting for! This is the first smut I've written and all my experience comes from reading fanfiction alone in my room, but hopefully it's not that bad. The smut starts and ends at *** so skip if you don't want to read. There are quite a few more chapters to come! Thanks for all your love and support!
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“Alright Black,” you murmured shakily into his chest. “I-I’ll do it. I’ll become a God.” Your hands clenched the soft fabric of his shirt, a churning wave of emotion threatening to bowl you over as the gravity of the situation began to solidify. You were abandoning the human race, all for the man who was responsible for their downfall. But for some reason, the thought of losing him was much worse than anything you could possibly imagine. And to think that you had once hated everything about him. Human hearts really were a fickle thing.
“Thank you.” He lowered his lips into your hair, and you could feel the waves of heat transmitting from his warm body.
You stood there for what felt like an eternity, bathing in the warmth of his embrace and nothing in the world had ever felt so perfect to you before. It was just you and him, and that was all that mattered. If you could pause this moment forever, you would have done so without hesitation. It just further confirmed that you saw no future without him in your life, and you were willing to sacrifice anything in order to do it, even your humanity. The only thing you could do was hope that Trunks wouldn’t hate you for the rest of his life, and that Mai and the others wouldn’t see you as a traitor. Even forfeiting your birth as a fellow human did not mean that you would just let them die, no, in fact it gave you a better bargaining chip. You couldn’t bear to lose any more.
“We need to go now,” Black rubbed your back soothingly, finally breaking the trance. “We have not a moment to waste.”
“What about Trunks?”
At the mention of the boy’s name, you could see his shoulders tense but to your surprise he didn’t utter a single word. Black wasn’t going to waste any more breath on that monkey when there were more pressing matters at hand.
“Just leave him, for now.”
“But I want to say goodbye.”
“You’re lucky I’m even sparing his life,” Black growled gutturally, his mood suddenly darkening. “I will only repeat myself one more time; we are departing.” A harsh shadow fell across his face and your jaw snapped shut, biting your tongue to hold back your protests. At this rate, arguing with him would only make matters worse, and his grip was becoming unbearable.
“Fine,” you managed to breathe out, nearly choking from his bruising hand upon your bicep. You weren’t sure if he was purposefully doing it or if he simply didn’t know his own strength.
“But please let go, you’re hurting me,” you whimpered, lips trembling at the verge of tears, straining your arm against him. The pressure immediately released and his entire demeanor seemed to change, as it did quite often. You still weren’t quite used to it after all this time. Guilt flashed across his eyes but he turned away before you could see, brushing a hand questioningly over his chest. It was that feeling again.
Black’s old feelings range consisted of entirely of spite, indifference, and disgust, but since that fateful encounter with you his entire emotional spectrum seemed to expand against his will, for better or for worse. The only salvation he had managed to convince himself of was that it only expanded as far as to encompass you, and only you. To his intense relief, his goal and hatred towards the human race in particular refused to stray from its path. That was the one thing you could never change about him, and he was sure that deep down you were aware of it.
That’s alright. Patience is key. The gloriousness of my justice will always prevail, even you must see that one day, Y/n. Black reassured himself confidently. Yes, the Zero Mortal Plan will succeed, with you by his side.
With a whoosh, you felt your body disappear. When you opened your eyes again, the scenery had changed. The dazzling light was blinding, so different from the ashen, ruined world you were used to. When was the last time you had seen a clear sky? Compared to the earth even before the duo’s arrival, it was break taking and completely ethereal.
Black seemed to sense your amazement, a small smirk gracing his lips. “Welcome to the world of the Gods. You are and will be the only mortal to ever step foot here; you should count yourself lucky.”
Mortal.
That word resonated inside your chest, and your wonder was quickly overtaken by guilt and apprehension. They were still back there, completely at the mercy of Zamasu, and forsaken by you. And what about this planet? There was no way Black took you here for sightseeing. And the ritual? What the hell was going on? All he had told you about it was that it required another God and a combining of the essences, which definitely sounded suspicious to you. To be honest, after he said that part you were barely listening but had only heard snatches of the more complicated explanation of joining the souls and whatnot.
“Well, no time to waste,” Black’s voice jolted you out of your thoughts, his eyes glinting in a way as if he knew exactly what you were thinking and enjoyed your confusion. “Let’s go.”
Large hands slid under your armpit and gripped you tightly as you descended into the sky, and you swallowed a shriek as you went from ground level to a few hundred feet into the clouds within a second.
“Black!” You clung onto his arms and thrashed. “What the hell?!”
He merely grunted and loosened his grip, obviously entertained by your struggles.
“Fine fine!” Your knuckles turned pale from clutching his arm so hard. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going before you kill me?”
“You’ll see.”
“But-”
“Just shut up.” His tone left no room for argument and you had no choice but to oblige, trying not to trigger him into another mood swing. Lush trees and crystal lakes blurred behind you as you flew, though the stunning, rolling landscapes weren’t nearly enough to keep you from praying that the journey wouldn’t take much longer as your hands began to go numb from the cold of traveling so high. The warmth radiating from Black wasn’t nearly enough to keep you cozy, but it was better than nothing. Just as your eyes slumped shut and your stomach dropped, a rush of cold air battered your exhausted body, alerting you to your descension.
The unreadable Saiyan didn’t utter a word as he touched down in front of a massive, sparkling cave, its gaping maw welcoming you in. Despite the sheer blackness of the inside, you couldn’t sense any sort of darkness emitting from the depths. It was the world of Gods, after all. You could feel the dense, ancient magic shrouding the rocky surface, comforting yet powerful. You were interrupted from your spell when you felt a sturdy hand against your back, urging you forward.
Black overtook you at the entrance, and you inched forward cautiously, watching as your feet were completely engulfed by the lightless air. Vision gone, you groped blindly along the walls as you shuffled forward, listening carefully for Black’s footsteps, which were muffled on the condensed carpet of cushioned moss. You lost track of time as you pressed forward, the darkness beginning to seep into your mind, occasionally being guided by the silent God through intersections in the passageways.
After what had to be thirty minutes of wandering, a calming, turquoise light began to illuminate the barren cave, and you could just barely see Black’s silhouette through the dimness.
“Black!” You rushed to his side, huffing slightly from the pressure of the venture.
“We’re here.” He stately flatly, ignoring your grip on his arm.
A few more steps and the narrow tunnel opened up into a wide, natural chamber, in which situated a small, clear pool that seemed to radiate brightness, fed by a steady, miniature waterfall. A giant hole was situated in the rock framing the starlit night sky, the mellow light shining in a white beam onto a crystal bowl carved into a block of what appeared to be quartz. The entire space was painted a calming azure by the reflection of the water. An air of enchantment settled heavily upon the clearing, and it was the most gorgeous thing you ever had the fortune to lay your eyes on. It easily made Earth look like a filthy, vacant rock with its beauty, and yet at the same time, it seemed so distant, so far away. A stab of anguish squeezed your heart, knowing that no other human would ever see it, and that you could never view it again in with the same eyes. Mortal eyes.
You would pay a price for this sight, your mortality, some might even argue morality, but on Earth you were already the closest thing to a God with your immortality. No, it wasn’t mortality that you were shedding. It was humanity, all because a God decided to spare you. Black hadn’t meant anything more to you than any other villain that assaulted the universe, he was just a being you had to defeat after all, or at the minimum, he was part of life. A prolonged lifespan had desensitized you to the aches and pains of a normal man, but you could never have foreseen he would have come to mean to you. How much you would give up for him, the man who ended up stalking and kidnapping you. Even now you could barely believe it, but it was the truth from every angle.
You loved him.
And he did too, if it could be called love. Obsession, hunger, maybe love, Black didn’t know either. Like you, it was still hard to fathom exactly why he gravitated towards you, why he chose to find someone to complete him now despite all his years alive. He blamed it on Son Goku, and that was the only lie he ever believed.
All that was certain was that your destinies were inexplicably entwined, for better or for worse. If you were to fall, you would do so together.
Black observed your face, lost in thought, unconsciously memorizing every subtle curve and edge of you, engrossed in nothing but the mortal that he refused to live without. And though he had doubted many things in his life, he did not doubt you. Not that he would ever tell you of course. Sighing, he kept walking with you at his tail, an unfamiliar heat stirring in his body.
Your fluctuating heartbeat crescendoed into a deafening roar as Black led you forward, approaching the glittering altar. This was it…..
“Give me your hand,” Black commanded, his voice echoing around the chamber.
“W-what? Why?”
The look Black gave you was enough to compel you to shakily offer him your trembling hand, and you didn’t say any more.
Without warning, a searing blaze of pain ripped through your palm, startling a yelp out of your mouth. You felt his hand squeeze your wrist and watched in shock as a spray of blood splattered into the bowl.
“Black?!”
Fast as lightning, a stream of crimson gushed out from his own hand, his blood mingling with yours as it swirled to the bottom. You hadn’t even seen him move, but knowing him, you honestly shouldn’t be surprised anymore. Black grabbed your bloody hand with his, holding it over the bowl as the pale, argent light suddenly seemed to grow stronger in brightness and warmth. He raised his head and closed his eyes, and began chanting in some ancient language that you couldn’t understand. It occurred to you how beautiful he looked, head crowned in silver locks, the starlight dancing on the tips of his long, thick eyelashes. You could almost imagine him an angel, but deep in your heart you knew he was anything but that. And yet you still loved him. Your younger self would have laughed at the absurdity of it all, but you didn’t care anymore.
You watched in rapt fascination as he continued chanting, his Adam’s apple bobbing mesmerizingly in his neck, silently engraving the details of his face and the texture of his hand into your memory to cherish forever.
You didn’t even notice that he had stopped cantillating until he let go of your hand, your wrist knocking against the edge of the altar.
“Come,” Black voice was nearly a whisper, beckoning you towards the sapphire springs, apprehension building in your stomach along with something else that you hadn’t felt for the longest time.
“There’s only one last thing we need to do for this ritual to work. Take off your clothes and get in.”
“W-what?” Your face flushed a deep red color, and your entire body grew hot enough to rival that of the hottest fires. You forgot the twinging agony in your hand and almost thought he was joking if it hadn’t been for the look on his face.
“Just do it before I lose my patience,” he snarled threateningly, or so it seemed to you.
In reality, it was anything but that. Many nights he cursed this borrowed body that he made his, not believing that a God such as him could ever fall to the vices of lust like a mere human. Black had held back his instincts for so long that he was more than ready to ravish you. He would make sure that by the end of the night you would be his and his alone, so dominatingly his that you wouldn’t ever think of any other man other than him. Not that anyone else other than him deserved you anyways.
You had a vague suspicion where this was heading, well, not that vague anymore, but you couldn’t care less. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him as much as he wanted you, because you too had been holding back. Letting out a shaky breath, you hesitantly began to undress, feeling him boring holes into you the entire time.
If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought that you were teasing him with the way you were tantalizingly slowly peeling off you tattered clothing. Every inch of skin that you exposed made it harder and harder to keep his composure and he nearly roared in frustration. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you finished and began stepping into the pool, trying not to reveal too much to his prying eyes.
Could he have made it any more obvious?
***
The sound of what could only be clothes violently ripped off halted your progress, only waist-deep in the water, but you didn’t even have time to turn around before you were nearly tackled into the pool, a noisy splash resounding through the space. You didn’t even care that there was an enormous opening in the ceiling as hungry lips clashed against yours, teeth clashing painfully as a roaming tongue forced itself into your mouth. Hell, if there had even been anyone there to watch, you’d be sure to give them a show. You felt his hands wandering all over your body as he greedily devoured your mouth. Black obviously didn’t understand what taking it slow meant, but really, who would have expected anything less.
Couldn’t let him have all the fun now, could you?
In a surge of aggressiveness that Black was unfamiliar with, you yanked on his hair, pressing your naked, wet bodies hard against each other drawing out a delicious growl from his plump lips. All shame and inhibition were discarded. A feverish heat ignited in your nether regions and it took all of your self-control not to beg him to hurry up.
“Oh I’m going to enjoy this,” Black purred huskily in your ear, and you subtly wondered if it was even legal to be so attractive. But damn, you were ready to be a criminal. Anything and everything for him. Evidence of his arousal weighed hot and heavy against your thigh, and you couldn’t contain bucking your hips up into his.
“Black please….” You mewled against his chest, nearly in tears with wanton desire.
To your complete irritation he ignored you, instead settling to pepper open-mouthed kisses and bites to your neck and lips, one calloused hand massaging your breast before switching over to the other one. His robust, battle-hardened fingers danced dexterously over your nipples, and for a moment you thought you had died and gone to heaven.
Well, guess you could wait a little bit…..
Black swooped back to your lips, shoving his wet appendage back in your mouth and your tongues entwined in a fight for dominance, though you would inevitably lose. Panting loudly, you tugged at his bottom lip as he squeezed your ass, reveling in his pleased hum. He needed more, so much more of you. Every inch of you had to be his, and he yearned to taste it all. Dampness matted his long, black tresses to his forehead and gleaming droplets slid down his chest, and in a fleeting moment you briefly humored yourself with the idea that Black could have been a supermodel.
“What’s so funny?” Black rumbled, tilting his head questioningly at the tiny smirk on your face as you imagined him posing in front of a camera. What a time to let your imagination cut loose.
“Nothing.” You stammered, blushing even harder if that was possible.
“Oh really? Then I’ll give you something to smile about.” He didn’t give a warning as you felt a thick finger suddenly penetrate your soaking folds, making you squeal.
“Give me a signal next time!”
“I don’t really hear you complaining,” he grinned gloatingly as he began to pump his finger inside you while his thumb circled your clit.
You immediately forgot your retort and bit back a moan, his self-satisfied smirk growing wider as he watched you writhe. When he added in two more fingers, you really did let out a cry, the sound of your voice like music to his ears.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Black retracted his fingers only to be met with your whine, his dick pulsing and swollen with need. He led you backwards towards the side of the holy springs, ironically the place where you were indulging in your lust, and pushed your back against the soft moss and lifted your legs up, positioning his hips. Licking his lips, he gazed down at the sight of you, spread out just for him, your entire body aching with unmitigated eagerness.
“Black,” you whimpered, dragging him forward until the head of his leaking dick pressed against your vagina. “I need you.”
That was all he wanted to hear. In one violent thrust, he shoved the entirety of his huge member inside you, your walls stretching painfully to accommodate his girth. You dug your nails into his arm, legs quivering against his waist as you gritted your teeth to prevent a sob. He stayed still as you adjusted, impatiently waiting until you gave a small nod to signal that you were okay. A small, experimental thrust was enough to send you reeling and soon you were begging for more. The pain gradually lessened until it was overtaken by absolute pleasure. He angled his hips and hit the one spot deep inside you that made your vision go white, head dizzy from the feeling.
“More, Black, please more!” You almost sobbed into his neck, clenching your legs tighter around his hips, feeling his solid muscles flexing against your body.
“Only if you think you can take it.”
“I can! Please Black harder!”
“That’s a good girl.” His pace increased to inhuman speeds and he rammed into you even harder as you screamed in ecstasy. Every thrust managed to hit its mark, his head dipping to suck on your nipples while you clawed at his back, spurring him on.
The taut coil in your lower stomach was about to become undone, and by the jerking of his hips, he was about to too.
“Cum for me.” That simple sentence demolished the little control you had left and you let go, bliss hazing over your eyes and causing your silky walls to contract around him. Merely seconds afterwards he spilled inside you, letting out a throaty groan into your neck as you weakly caressed his back through it.
Shuddering, Black pulled out and you felt an uncomfortable sense of loss, as if a part of you had been torn away. You let out a complaining whine, reaching your arms out to touch him. He clambered out of the pool, turning back to haul you out onto the cloudlike moss as you promptly collapsed on top of him.
“That was amazing,” you smiled weakly, all the energy draining out of your body. You could feel thick liquid dripping down your quivering thighs, but at the moment you couldn’t care less.
“Mmm,” Black responded, tucking your head into his neck possessively and you didn’t have enough stamina left to try to coax anything else out of him. Even then, his grip was so secure, not that you would ever try to break out of it.
***
“Your mine Y/n,” Black murmured into your ear, and you could hear the triumph in his voice. “And you always will be. Now no one will ever be able to take you away from me.”
Your eyes began to droop and you were too tired to say anything else, but you knew that he was already aware of what you would have said. The rest of the world dissolved into nothingness, leaving only the two of you, entangled in the delicate web of what was called love. You listened to his heartbeat, focusing your rapidly fading attention on the thumping within his chest as the water cooled on your bodies, yet you felt no cold. And for the first time in a long time, you forgot about all your sorrows, all your shame and anger and fears and whatever else the world had burdened you with. For once, you could just be content, knowing that you were in his arms. They weren’t the arms that had brutally killed billions, no, to you they were something so much more. And if you were labeled a sinner for it, then you would gladly call him your greatest sin.
Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 20: The Pact)
“You want to what?!” Zamasu snarled, eyes blazing in disbelief and repulsion.
“Make her a God,” Black repeated impatiently, glaring back at his former friend.
The basis of Zamasu’s quarrel with you, as Black perceived it, was the fact that you were human. The blood of those filthy mortals ran through your veins, and the fact that you were immortal didn’t do much to soothe the problem. Therefore, he had concluded that the best way to resolve the issue would by simply making you one of them. However, the process involved certain aspects that well…..Zamasu may find more than unsavory.
“I happened to stumble upon a few books…” Black began, but was rudely cut off by Zamasu.
“I am aware!” He growled, shaking his head furiously. “I too happened to find it in my endeavors in the library.”
“Then have we come to an agreement?”
“No! Absolutely not! I would never consent to such a vile way of achieving godhood!” Zamasu retorted, brow twitching in agitation. “That would be a sin a God like us would never be able to live down!”
“Look,” Black pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the voice that screamed out in defiance inside his head. “The book never said how it has to be done, and this is not a plea asking for you to do it, so what do you have against it?”
“We are one in the same!” Zamasu roared, jabbing an accusing finger in his chest. “I would never allow for someone like us to mate with a mortal like that!”
“It never said-”
“Don’t play coy, we all know what ‘bonding’ in that sense means!”
“There’s no other way! I’m not compromising on Y/n’s life.” Black insisted, forcing a low growl out of Zamasu’s mouth.
Damn that human!
Zamasu could tell from a glance that Black was completely infatuated, and how it made his insides heave. Countless Gods and Goddesses fallen, all because of their love for a mere mortal. And to think that he himself would be one of them. If someone were to tell him this a few years ago, he would have laughed and told them to stop dreaming about the impossible. But as much as he hated to admit it, he needed Black’s help. Even if he was immortal there would be no possible way to eradicate the Saiyans from the future once and for all, they would keep coming back, he knew that much. At this rate, he would have no choice but to accept his proposition if he wanted to stay with Black. Zamasu needed his strength.
And then there was you. He huffed lightly as he contemplated the advantages and disadvantages of keeping you with Black, passing judgment on your life. Obviously, you had moved away from civilization for a reason, though you did seem to sometimes contradict your actions by going back to rescue some innocent survivors. You didn’t seem to have a great connection with any human other than Trunks and Mai, and that itself worked in your favor. But still, you didn’t seem to be able to let go completely, which was something Zamasu absolutely despised. Paradise had no room for someone with a foot in both worlds, unable to let go of the past nor embrace the future, instead hanging by a thread from both sides and threatening to ruin his perfect dream.
Yet neither could Black. He still clung onto you like a drowning man to a lifeline, and Zamasu knew that he had fallen into a ravine so deep that he would never be able to fully resurface. Some part of him had shriveled up and died the day he had met you, though no one was sure exactly what. And Zamasu knew that the only way to Black would ever cooperate was with you by his side.
He needed to sever the physical tie between you and the humans that you had dwelled with for so long, and the best way to do that would be to ascend you to a level no one else on that sordid planet could ever hope to achieve. Godhood.
But the thought of the ritual necessary to do that, at least to the green Kai, was more than despicable. His lip curled just thinking about it, but at least his assistance would not be required.
Finally, after about ten minutes of silence, Zamasu spoke again. “This is all according to you assuming that she will agree to become a God and the ritual. You are aware that this process only works if the chosen one has fully committed their heart and soul to the title, and that there are no do-overs.”
“Yes.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Don’t worry, I will convince her without fail.”
“If that stupid thing does anything that would jeopardize us or the plan, I will not be so merciful this time.” Zamasu glanced at his partner with distaste.
“….Fine,” Black agreed solemnly. “Then it’s a deal.”
“I’ll be awaiting your return at the cabin.” The fact that Zamasu had managed to evade his prison only made Black surer than ever that it was the right thing to do. He was much too dangerous even without the powers of Son Goku aiding his abilities. Giving you the powers of a God would level the playing field a little should he ever come after you again, though Black sincerely doubted that he would. They needed each other as much as you needed Black, and by keeping the only two beings in the universe who held any sort of value to him close by, he could make sure none of you did anything that would hurt their chances of accomplishing an ideal world. Black would be constantly scrutinizing Zamasu, as would Zamasu to Black. As they said, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and no one knew better than the two Gods who brought the downfall of an entire universe.
The green-skinned Kai seemed to realize it too, since he provided no further argument.
“For Paradise.”
“For Paradise.” Black echoed.
Zamasu reluctantly clasped his outstretched hand, and the dream was no more.
***
Black woke with a gasp, immediately shooting up to a sitting position and jolting you off his chest with a grunt. Panting, he looked agitatedly around the cave, finally registering his current location. A meek, red and orange morning sun was just peeking through the ragged horizon, painting your features with a gentle golden glow.
Like a true Goddess…..
He stared at you completely captivated, and slowly as if scared of breaking you, he reached out a hand to brush a strand of your hair out of your face. The angels he had met throughout his long life appeared so insignificant compared to you, and he didn’t care what anyone else said. Even as disheveled as you were, there was a certain charm that invariably drew him to you like a singing siren.
A small whimper drew his attention abruptly away from you much to his annoyance. It was him. Trunks still lay in the corner, snoring softly with his mouth parted, and seemed to be in a deep, restless slumber. Black sneered and another carnal urge to rip the young boy limb from limb jolted through him, but he couldn’t, not with you sleeping right next to him. He knew you would never forgive him and right now was not the best time to piss you off. It was going to take everything he had to gain your cooperation. This was not to mention that he still hadn’t fully recovered from their three-way brawl. Most of his wounds were healed thanks to his Saiyan body, but the fight had been absolutely brutal and left all three of them severely injured. He had been running on adrenaline these past few days, and no matter how well he hid his desperation to see you again, his body could not.
Black hadn’t noticed that he had zoned out again until a light tug at the hem of his tattered and slightly burnt gi diverted his thoughts.
You peeked shyly at him through one half-lidded eye, still drowsy with sleep.
“Why are you up so early?” You yawned, sitting up gingerly. He stared at the hand that was still on his shirt in a mixture of wonderment and puzzlement, with a little bit of uncomfortableness. After all this time, he still wasn’t really used to anyone willingly touch him in a way that wasn’t violent, like a punch or a kick. And he doubted that any of the remaining humans would even dare to come within ten feet of him, let alone touch him so casually. You never ceased to amaze him.
“Black?”
“Hm yes?”
“You didn’t answer my question. Did you have a nightmare?”
He almost laughed at the absurdity of your question. Him? Nightmare? One could argue that he was a nightmare in the purest, physical form. He had slaughtered entire planets in cold blood and here you were asking him if he had a nightmare.
“No no, of course not,” Black chuckled quietly, flicking a lock of dark black hair out of his eye. “I was just thinking about how much easier it would be for both you and me if you were able to strip yourself of that unworthy title of human.” Straight to the point as always.
“Huh?” You scrunched your face in confusion. “What are you saying Black?”
It was at the latest seven in the morning and you had gotten your ass whooped by Mother Nature consecutively for the last few days, and now this? Your brain was barely functioning as it was, and you sat there in utter confusion for a few seconds trying to process his words as Black straightened out his clothes awkwardly waiting for you to finish.
Maybe I was too forward……. Black began doubting himself, something he found himself doing a lot in your presence. It was a trait that he used to find juvenile and foolish, yet he couldn’t help it anyways.
“Well,” Black coughed after a few more seconds of silence on your part. He shook his head and puffed out his chest, eyes darkening to form the cold, hard exterior that he displayed to the rest of the world. “Last night Zamasu appeared to me in a dream.”
You narrowed your eyes at the mention of his name, but said nothing.
“We have both come to the conclusion that it would be beneficial for you to become one of us.”
“One of you?” You repeated, not quite understanding the meaning of what he was trying to say.
“Yes. A God.”
“But I’m already immortal, what would ‘becoming a God’ like you say make any difference?”
“Because that is the only way for Zamasu to ever accept and allow you to witness the creation of a new and improved universe.”
You opened your mouth to protest but Black held up a hand, to which you unwillingly obliged.
“Additionally, your strength would be more than doubled from your current weak state-”
“Hey!”
“And you would have access to worlds that only Gods are allowed to step foot upon.”
“If they haven’t already been destroyed by you and that goblin,” You said acidly, making his eye twitch in displeasure.
“Rest assured, they haven’t been. And you will no longer have an association with those mortals you unfortunately share the same blood with. You will no longer be human, and this the only way you will be able to remain by my side.”
“Why does it matter to you what Zamasu wants?” You argued quietly, trying not to disturb Trunks.
“It’s not just what he wants, and we both know it whether you choose to acknowledge it or not.”
“What if I say no?”
“Then I will no longer be able to protect you from Zamasu and the demolition of the universe.”
“Is that what he promised you?”
“No, it is based on my own decision and calculations. The first time in my long life that I had felt fear was the day I lost you to Zamasu’s ploy, and found you snatched away from my grasp. I refuse to lose you to him again.” You felt his arm tighten around your waist until it was almost painful, but you were too touched to say anything in return.
“If I agree to this, what will become of the rest of us?” Black’s muteness gave you the answer. “I can’t just sit back and watch them all die, Black. I just can’t.”
“How could you be so stubborn even after the things I’ve shown you?” He growled harshly, suddenly standing up and leaving you to fall backwards.
“All life has meaning, whether it be good or bad, and I don’t think it should be carelessly thrown away.” You winced as you forced yourself to your feet after him, and in a bold move grabbed him by the front of his shirt. If you were anyone else you would have been a bloody pulp on the floor, but all Black did was stare down at you blankly. “I know you think that what you’re doing is correct, and that you're willing to do anything to finish your mission and I love you for that, but this is not right.”
He raised a hand causing you to flinch but you didn’t let go, and you could see the subtle awe in his eyes. Instead of hitting you, he merely placed it on top of yours engulfing you in warmth, positioned over his heart.
“This world was built upon sacrifice, Y/n. So many lives lost to build this pandemonium of avarice and destruction. This is the only path to a better future, and though it may be bloody, it is a step I am willing to take, and I hope you will too. I am not asking you to kill for me, but offering you a chance to see a world reborn, if only you will give up your humanity. We can reign side by side together, as glorious Gods of justice, overlooking an eternity of peace.” He drew back and brushed his lips over yours, but before you could return the subtle gesture, he pulled away with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“Just say yes,” Black encouraged, smoothing your cheek with a calloused thumb. “Just say yes and the world can be ours.”
Your brain was running a few thousand miles an hour inside your head right now, but you managed to separate the two rattling trains of thought apart from each other. On the one hand, that would mean betraying Trunks and the others, and you would no longer be human. You could already imagine the hurt and bewilderment dancing in his crystal-blue eyes, as you had come to regard him as the only family you had left and you his. But on the other hand, it really couldn’t be anything worse than what you had already done, and if what Black had said was true, then you may have a better fighting chance at protecting the survival of the last of humanity. Not to mention that it would make it harder for Zamasu to kidnap you again. What more could you lose?
You sighed, knowing since the first time you met him that some day your reckoning would come. It was finally time to choose a side, and no matter how much it hurt, there was only one logical solution for someone like you, stuck between two worlds that couldn’t coexist.
And you chose Black.
You didn’t even have to utter a word for him to understand your decision, that was how well he knew you now.
Victory was once again his.
Friday the 13th Oneshots: Michael x Jason
Chapter 1: Handful
There was one thing that Michael began to notice since his cohabitation with Jason. The man was built like a tank. Large, firm pecs, bulging biceps, and a round, shapely ass. Well, it was more than that. It was, as he heard from joking teenagers, "thicc". He shivered in revulsion at using horny teenage lingo, he preferred never to stoop as low as those degenerates, but in this case he had no other words better suited to this situation.
It almost seemed that Jason was teasing him, bending forward at the waist to check his traps. But Michael knew that Jason was too naive and too innocent to do such a thing. The man didn't know he was a walking hunk. Michael let out a low growl of frustration, palming angrily at the large kitchen knife clasped in his right hand.
Jason straightened, shooting him a curious look and tilted his head in a silent question: 'What's wrong?'
Michael huffed and looked away. Jason would have rolled his eyes if he could, he had known the Boogeyman long enough to know that there was no point in trying to get anything out of him if he was in a rotten mood.
Still, Michael continued to follow the larger man as he checked his traps and patrolled his borders for intruders. Jason had quickly become accustomed to Michael's constant presence. The intense staring, on the other hand, was a bit harder to swallow. Jason didn't particularly care if Michael wanted to follow him to the shower, but it was a bit hard to focus when Michael stood six feet away and attempted to burn holes through his naked body. The townsmen thought Jason was a creep but he was nothing compared to Michael, Jason thought in amusement.
Michael, true to his reputation, was busy doing what he did best. Watching. Some people were born into the world with more than others. Jason was clearly one of these people. Or to be more precise, his backside was. Watching the hockey-masked killer striding around in those beige, form-fitting work pants damn near drove Michael insane.
Jason, ever oblivious to his own charm, got down on all fours to yank a crawfish cage out of the muddy lake bank. His pants were pulled taunt on the two, shapely cheeks. Michael immediately seized the opportunity to grab a handful of Jason's ass, and gave it a hard squeeze. It was much softer and malleable than Michael imagined, but he didn't have much time to admire it before Jason abruptly stood up and grunted indignantly with a hand on his machete.
Michael had already disappeared off into the woods by the time he turned around, bidding his time to strike again.
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