Author: White Ice Widow

Title: Fear and Loathing on Vegeta-Sei
Rating: 
NC-17

Summary:  This is a parody of Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas with a yaoi twist. Jeice here is Hunter and Zarbon is his attorney.  Massive sex and drug use through-out the chapters.

 

 

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We were somewhere around Arillia on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: "I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive...". Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" I took hold of the flyswatter next to me and tried to fend off the beasts, all the while rapidly losing control of the car. Finally I jerked the fire red convertible to the side of the road, as the creatures started to recede.

 

Zarbon, who was sprawled out languidly across the passenger's side turned his head to me and said calmly, "Jeice, what the hell are you yelling about?"

 

I gave him a hard, quick glance before jumping out of the car, "Nevermind, it's your turn to drive."

 

'No point mentioning these bats', I thought. 'The poor bastard will see them soon enough.'

 

I kept a weary eye out as I walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, a gram and a half of meth, fourty-five hits of ecstasy, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Of course, that was more than needed, we are responsible adults after all, but once you start to get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

 

I stuffed a few goodies in my pocket, closed the trunk and walked around the red shark and jumped in the passenger side. Zarbon immediately took off, concentrating hard on the road and keeping us on it.

 

We hadn't driven far before we came across a young man standing on the edge of the road holding a thumb out and grinning wildly. He was thin, the baggy clothes he wore only accentuated that. His bright blue eyes were cheerful, looking out from ragged, but still enticing, lavender hair. He had obviously pale skin, that was blotched in some places by random patches of dirt.

 

As we passed him Zarbon turned to me and said, "Let's give the boy a lift. " The car suddenly swerved off to the side of the road. "We can't stop here, this is bat country!" I yelled, looking around frantically for the brutes.

 

Zarbon jammed the shark into reverse and we rocketed backwards. We stopped as the boy ran toward the car,holding his bag that was slung over one shoulder. He stood next to the passenger's side, smiling and catching his breath. 'He is quite easy on the eyes', I think to myself.

 

"Hot damn I never rode in a convertible before! " He exclaimed. His husky voice sending delightful vibrations down my spine and to my groin.

 

I gave him a cat-like smile as Zarbon leaned back to get a better look at him. "We're your friends. We're not like the others," he said calmly, with that voice that hinted just a bit of mischief and sexuality that only I could pick up.

 

I spun and glared hard at him. "No more of that talk or I'll put the leeches on you," I bark at him, then turn back to the boy. "Get in," I said softly and he cautiously climbed into the back seat. I caught a glimpse of his tiny rear as he tried not to dirty the white seats.

 

We screamed down the seemingly endless stretch of road. The silence was at the least, unnerving. 'How long could we maintain,' I wondered. 'How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Would he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so - well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency, and they'll run us down like dogs...'

 

I turned from the rear-view mirror I was staring into. 'Jesus! Did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?' I turned around slowly and glanced at the boy whose eyes were now filled with unknowing, and a hint of fear. I decided perhaps having a chat with the boy would put things at ease.

 

I climbed into the back seat and settled down next to the lad. I reached an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to me, giving him a wide smile, which he uneasily returned. Obviously startled by my action his eyes started shifting everywhere but on me. "I want you to understand something, son." My sudden speaking caused him to jump slightly and jerk his gaze back to mine. A powerful bolt of lust shot through me at that motion, but I pushed on. "That man at the wheel is my attorney. He's one of the cold-blooded creatures. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" I asked leaning my face towards the boy who stiffened his body and looked at the floor.

 

He cleared his throat and cracked a smile at me, "N-no way" His voice was wavering slightly, this poor child was obviously terrified! A few very bad things flashed in my mind, as the boy stared at his feet, still as stone. As the thought crossed my mind to act on one of those bad things, the car jerked to the side. Zarbon was screaming and flailing about like a scarecrow in a typhoon. The shark suddenly veered off the road and came to a screeching halt.

 

"Medicane! Medicane, ugh, ah, medicane!" I worked fast, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out two amyls and breaking them apart. "This man suffers from a bad heart," I explained calmly to the petrified hitchhiker. I leaned over the front seat and put the amyl up to his nose, "Big whiff, big whiff! Atta boy." I collapsed back into my seat,"And one for the doctor." I inhaled deeply then lay back calmly, sighing contentedly. Zarbon did the same, and we three sat there in silence for uncounted minutes.

 

Then, without warning, the frightened lad tried to make a run for it. I grabbed him tightly around the waist as he tried to climb over the back.  I growled slightly as I easily pulled him into my lap, his back against my chest and my growing erection against his soft bottom. His slight struggles ceased, and he once again tensed as I rocked my hips upward into his. His sharp intake of breath caught Zarbon's attention, and my companion lazily turned his head to see what we were doing. The perverted grin that stretched across his face seemed to cause something in the boy to snap. Without warning he began struggling slightly again, while begging beautifully in a meek voice. "Thank you for the ride, but I'll be fine. Just please, please, let me go. Please, sirs, please. I don't have any money or anything of value, please, just let me go."

 

Both Zarbon and I chuckled at the last statement, as I continued to hold him firmly in place. "We have no need for money or valuables, we're after something a little more enjoyable and much nicer to have," My attorney said in a sultry voice, that put the finishing touch on my throbbing prick, as he slowly crawled into the backseat to join us, settling right in front of our current interest who had gone statuesque again in my grip.

 

Zarbon leaned forward and quickly claimed the lad's lips in a fiery wet kiss. The boy's hands quickly gripped my thighs tightly. 'In the state of mind this child is in right now,' I thought, 'this is looking to either be a very long process, or a brutal rape.' I dwelled on this thought for a moment before I heard a low moan come from the lavender-haired lad. I watched in slight shock as he fully returned the kiss, even moved his hands to wrap around Zarbon's neck gently. The throbbing between my legs was screaming and I instinctively bucked into a beautiful, beckoning rear. I moved my hands from around the boy's waist slowly, as Zarbon pulled away from the kiss. Both were panting, and staring at each other with lust-filled eyes, as I noticed for the first time, the bulge in the lad's pants.

 

I ran my left hand up a hard chest to toy with the nipples found there, as my right hand undid the boy's trousers expertly and reached inside. His lavender hair whipped through the air as he threw his head back with a loud moan. As he writhed and panted on my lap, my attention was drawn to the other man, who had removed his black tank top and freed his swollen member from his jeans and was stroking it slowly. Losing patience I pushed the teen forward and off my lap. He landed inches away from Zarbon's prick and as I freed my own member from its confines, I watched the kid slowly take the light blue penis into his mouth.

 

My attorney moaned loudly, staring me dead in the eye and daring me to bitch the boy. While the child took the cock into his mouth progressively faster and deeper, causing angelic moans from them both, I quickly reached out and pulled the lad's pants to his knees, causing him to shudder as the cold air assaulted his hot flesh. I positioned him perfectly on all fours on the seat, simultaneously moving myself between his spread thighs, my prick dripping in anticipation.

 

Overwhelmed with need and not even close to any form of sobriety, I slowly began to push into the seemingly virginal opening before me without a single thought of regret for not properly preparing it first. The boy's whole body tensed, he didn't even breathe as I carefully seated myself fully in his colon. A slight shudder ran through me at the unimaginable heat and fit of this simple being. I stayed stationary for a moment, soaking up the sensation while looking through slitted eyes at my attorney.

 

He was breathing heavily, the lad's mouth still around his cock, but completely unmoving. It obviously proved to be an unwelcome tease that Zarbon was not going to put up with, as he grabbed a fistful of purple hair and rammed his organ down the slick gullet. The teen gagged violently, his body losing its tension, he gripped the thrusting hips tightly in hopes of stilling the intrusion.

 

I figured now would be as good a time as any, and pulled almost completely out of the blissful warmth before starting a mild pace. I could tell the boy was still in pain as his body fought between tensing up for my thrusts, and relaxing for the other's.

 

Zarbon was moaning wildly, tossing his head back and forth and squirming in his seat. The drugs racing through his system intensified every sensation he felt. He was not alone. The teen began slight struggles again, but was obviously weakened by pain and fear. His silence was broken as he managed a few grunts and sobs when his throat was momentarily cleared from the intruding phallus.

 

I bit my bottom lip as my thrusting quickly grew from a subtle speed, to a hard, violent rush to the finish. I could faintly register the sound of the boy's gagging getting louder, and I wondered briefly if he was going to empty his stomach contents. But before any undigested food could be produced, Zarbon screamed raggedly and tensed, ramming himself down the orifice a final time and draining his seed into the lad. The other man's ecstatic sounds and movements sent me into my own sea of endorphins as I pounded into the boy and came hard. I let out a long, low moan as my vision was stolen from me and the world became null.

 

As I slowly drifted down from my blissful reprieve, the body beneath me made a fast movement, and my prick was ripped free of its confines. I collapsed back on the seat, then looked up and saw the teen pushing himself out of his seat and onto the trunk of the car as he clumsily tried to fix his trousers in a flustered hurry. There were tears streaming down his face, and he was sobbing slightly as he forgot about his unbuttoned garment, snatched up his bag from the seat next to Zarbon, and slid off the end of the car. I was too far consumed by the unmerciful feelings running through my body to fully take in the fact of the fleeing teen, let alone stop him.

 

'He'll sure have a long way to go at that speed', I thought to myself as I saw him running feebly away from us and out of sight. Suddenly it all came rushing back. I jerked up and looked across the seat to see Zarbon, fully clothed, climbing into the driver's seat. Pure panic ran through my veins as I tucked my limp organ away and fastened my pants. My attorney was moving too slow, I decided and jumped out of the car, onto the driver's side.

 

The other man looked at me curiously as I opened the door. "Scooch over, you fat bastard!! We have to get out of Arillia before that kid finds a cop!" I yelled, pushing him to the other side as I climbed in and quickly got us on our way. It was absolutely imperative that we got to the Mai Hotel before the deadline for press registration. Otherwise, we might have had to pay for our suite.

 

We hadn't been driving more than ten minutes before he pulled the salt shaker of cocaine from my pocket and began wrestling with the top. Suddenly the top flew off and all our snow swirled off into the wind.
"Oh, Jesus! Did you see what Kami just did to us?" Zarbon asked, looking at me as if in complete surprise.

 

"God didn't do that! You did it!" I screamed at him, anger quickly flaring. "You're a fucking narcotics agent, that was our cocaine, you pig!"

 

He gave me that look that seemed to say, 'Yes, Jeice, I'm a narc who's driving around with thousands of dollars' worth of illegal substances in the trunk.' I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he reached into the glove compartment and took out a sheet of acid. He tore off a couple squares and held them in front of my face.

 

"Here, chew this. It's your half of the acid."

 

I took it out of his hand and looked it over briefly before popping it into my mouth. Delicious.
"How long do I have?" I asked him fearfully.

 

"Maybe thirty more minutes. As your attorney, I advise you to drive at top speed. It'll be a goddamn miracle if we can get there before you turn into a wild animal," he said sternly, turning and looking at me carefully.

 

"Are you ready for that? Checking into a hotel under a phony name with intent to commit capital fraud and a head full of acid," he asked, voice dripping with doubt.

 

I took a deep breath and nodded. Thirty minutes. It was going to be very close.