Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A tiny twist in time ❯ King ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
        He reached to touch the mirror image, fingers gliding over features that seemed somehow older, fiercer than those he remembered as his. Glittering eyes startled him with the intensity of the lust within, and he sucked in an agitated breath. To make love to oneself... how strange and wondrous would it be? His hand dropped, but the other’s came up to cup his cheek, to pull him forward into a kiss unlike any he’d had.         Strong lips devoured his, tongue brutally forcing entry. Goku conceded, allowing Turles his victory, allowing him to claim and ravish his mouth. His legs weakened under the other’s more forceful personality, and he dropped, pulling Turles with him to the bed behind them, tilting his head to accommodate the other Saiyan. Turles pushed him back, ripping his shirt from his torso, throwing it to the floor. Goku moaned into the other man’s mouth, hips grinding against the ones pressing down onto him.         Turles reached down, stripping his loose pants free as easily as he had the shirt. Goku reached between them, his fingers fumbling at the unfamiliar armor, trying to get it off. Turles pulled back, ripping his armor free and stripping quickly out of his uniform before shoving Goku further onto the bed. Goku dug his fingers into the other man’s shoulders, willingly baring his neck to the savage, biting kisses, wrapping his legs around the other’s waist to force the other closer.         It was a savage mating. Turles pulled back only long enough to line up, and then Goku was screaming as the older man plunged fully within, screamed as the man set a frantic, hard pace that kept Goku gasping for air and pleading desperately, though he wasn’t sure if he was pleading for his lover to stop or give him more.         The bed was a bloody, sticky mess when the older Saiyan finished with him. Goku’s neck bled nearly as much as his ass: Turles being as gentle with his teeth as he had been with his thrusts. They lay together, damp with sweat, sticky with ejaculate, until Turles pulled free with a fresh rush of blood. Goku stared up at him as the other stared down, his tail curling around a brawny thigh. “Stay with me?” he asked quietly, unwilling to let the other go just yet.         “Move over.” Turles crawled into the space he made, and cradled him against his chest. “You’re mine, now, Kakarot.”         Goku didn’t protest, just nodded. His ass ached and his neck hurt, but he’d never felt safer than he did now, wrapped in his double’s arms. Turles would take care of him. He didn’t need to be the savior, not just yet. They weren’t to Namek yet.           Goku laid quietly next to his lover, drinking in the other Saiyan’s scent, enhanced by their recent coupling. Turles stayed with him now, indulging him with the warmth and comfort of his body. The quiet time after their savage couplings was something Goku treasured, the only time he felt safe and at peace. Naturally, his mouth just had to open. “Why did you come?”         “Hard not to when I’m fucking you.”         “No… I meant… I…” Goku sighed, and twisted to face Turles. “Earth. Why did you go to Earth to start with? You said it was to get me, but… why?”         Turles laughed. “I wondered when you’d get around to asking. Only took you three months. You’re a bit slow, King.”         Goku twisted back around, shoulders hunching defensively. It had been stupid of him to bother asking after so long. He should have asked before he crawled into Turles’ bed that first time. His legs curled up, too, remembering that that had taken only two days and the touch of a tail looping lazily over his shoulders.         He wasn’t any less susceptible to that tail, or the other Saiyan’s scent yet either. He relaxed slightly as Turles stroked his thigh with that irresistible tail. “I was on my way to that planet because I knew the prince had died there. I wanted to see what kind of backwoods world could defeat four Saiyan warriors.”         A finger prodded the back of his skull, right over the scar from his accident. “I should have known it would be an amnesiac Saiyan who’d gone native, but still knew enough to take over the kingdom. And once I found out what had really happened, I couldn’t very well leave you behind, could I, King? Not with Brolli enslaved,” his lover ended with a snarl.         Goku blinked, twice. Then closed his eyes and tried to order whirling, confused thoughts. Just when and how exactly had he taken over what kingdom, and why did he have the now distressing idea that King wasn’t a nickname his lover had given him? How could he have taken over the Saiyan kingdom, he wondered, only now remembering how Turles had knelt before him that first day. He hadn’t done it by force, because he hadn’t actually killed any of the Saiyans. Piccolo had killed Raditz and himself, Vegeta had killed Nappa, and Krillin had killed Vegeta. He wasn’t related to Vegeta that he knew of, so he couldn’t’ve inherited the title the way Gohan would have inherited his, so how in the world had he….         Fingers stroked over the braid of Vegeta’s hair. “Claimed the kingdom before I got there, and any family title, too.” The finger moved to the other braid. “I don’t think there was one, but you wouldn’t have known. Just a babe when you were sent out. Right before our planet was destroyed, most likely, considering your age.”         Goku blinked. The braid was his claim to the crown? Well, that made no sense whatsoever, but he wasn’t asking any more questions. He’d been called slow or stupid entirely too often in his life, and he wasn’t giving his lover the opportunity to do it again. He snuggled a little closer to the older man, and yawned. “I’m sleepy.”         “Go to sleep, then,” Turles replied softly, tail and hands stroking him soothingly. “Dream well.”