Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Attraction ❯ Attraction ( One-Shot )

Attraction by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warnings: This story contains incest, blood play, obscene language, and Yaoi. It is rated NC-17. That means no under aged readers!

Author's Note: This is my first incest fic. Yes, you read right. It is an AU. The pairing is Radditz and Kakarott. I don't know where the idea came from, but I assure you, I wasn't drunk the night that I wrote this. I was just suffering from insomnia. ^_^'

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The dark purple sky above the newly purged planet was devoid of stars, as if the fiery lights had been stolen from the heavens. A small whirlwind of debris settled at the crumbled base of a building. Two figures stood amid the ruins, recovering their strength from the almost one-sided battle.

"I got more kills than you, Kakarott," Radditz taunted.

Kakarott stuck his tongue out at his brother.

Radditz laughed and wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at Kakarott's tattered uniform and felt himself harden. Kakarott was filthy. The scent of sweat and blood permeated his body. Radditz could smell the same scent of perspiration and death wafting from himself. It was most stimulating.

Kakarott chuckled, his tail wagging behind him, his eyes filled with mischief. "You've got a really bad wound there, big brother."

Radditz stared blankly at him for a moment then looked down at his thigh when Kakarott gestured at it. A thin red line was visible there. He must have gotten it while his father was trying to clear out the left quadrant. Bardock's attacks had been furious and random. His goal had been to destroy everything in sight. If one of his sons happened to be in the way, then it was just the risk of being at war.

Radditz looked around him. The commander was nowhere in sight. He and Kakarott were alone.

"I could look at it for you," Kakarott offered, "if it hurts too much."

Radditz walked over the rubble to him and said, "Now that I think about it, it's really hurting me. I can barely walk."

"I've got something that can help," Kakarott said.

"Yeah?"

The younger Saiyan laughed and flew off into the air. Radditz took off after him. His brother's laughter had fueled his desire. He was hungry for Kakarott's attentions.

Kakarott landed on the steps of a ruined temple and ran inside of the building.

Kakarott enjoyed the chase. He was much too young to understand that the chase was a serious thing. He did not know how lucky he was to be pursued by his brother and not a lust crazed elite.

Radditz and Kakarott had been indulging in the chase for many years. Unfortunately, Kakarott was not very good at the Saiyan ritual. What "prey" would hide from a hunter in a structure that had no other exit for escape? His brother either wanted to be caught or was dumber than a rock.

Radditz entered the tower and smelled his brother's trail in an instant. He had gone up the stairway. Here on the fourth step, he had touched the wall, perhaps leaned on it to look behind him.

"I am coming for you, Ka!"

Only the wind that blew through the holes in the tower answered him.

He ascended the stairs. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. He found Kakarott sitting cross-legged atop an altar of stone.

"You found me," he grinned.

"You know, there will come a time when you will have to take the hunt seriously, Ka. What will you do then?"

"As long as you're the one who is hunting me, then I won't have to worry, big brother."

Radditz slowly walked towards him, his eyes taking in every tear in Kakarott's black spandex suit.

Kakarott strongly resembled their father, while Radditz had inherited their mother's features and overlong hair. The children of Bardock both had their own distinct personalities. Radditz was a hardened fighter -always thirsty for battle, striving to prove himself worthy of his Saiyan race. Kakarott enjoyed the challenges of war and looked for adventure and amusement wherever their missions took them.

Radditz had never seen his brother truly upset. What was there to be upset about when they were one of the most powerful races in the universe?

"You'll have to find a mate some day, Ka." He buried his fingers in Kakarott's spiky hair.

"I know," he said.

"Brothers can't be mates."

Radditz saw a flicker of some indefinable emotion in his eyes.

"What we have is fun," he continued, "but some day you'll meet another Saiyan of your caste…have an offspring or two."

Kakarott placed his hands on Radditz's hips and pulled him forward. He lifted the flap of armor over Radditz's crotch and licked at the part of him that tented the black fabric.

It was quite common for siblings to experiment with each other, but it was frowned upon if siblings considered being bonded to each other. Radditz did not intend to ritually bond with him. He, like Kakarott, was only looking for a good time.

Kakarott's tongue moistened the material, getting it good and wet. Radditz clenched his hair, and watched his pink tongue dart out at him.

"That's nice, little brother, but we don't have much time. Father could be here any moment."

"You're right," Kakarott said and hurriedly pulled off his armor. Radditz did the same and climbed up on to the cold stone altar. Kakarott touched the thin wound on Radditz's thigh and licked the dark crimson blood from his fingers.

"Mmm."

Radditz grabbed his wrist and brought Kakarott's fingers to his mouth. He slipped each digit into his mouth, suckled on them individually all the way to their base.

Kakarott smiled and rubbed his palm over the wound, smearing his blood. When Radditz released his fingers, he leaned over, pressed his lips to the red stain, and lapped at the wound. His back was bared to him, his buttocks raised.

Radditz caressed Kakarott's lean, yet muscular back. He kissed him between his shoulder blades and massaged the pale, sensitive spot that surrounded Kakarott's tail. The furry limb brushed affectionately against Radditz's hand, then coiled around his forearm as Radditz's hand traveled further down.

Kakarott moved his lips from the wound to Radditz's erection and captured the impressive organ within both of his hands. A glistening white drop was on top of the pink crown. Kakarott hungrily seized the liquid with his tongue. The drop briefly resisted, clinging to Radditz's cock before Ka managed to bring it into his mouth.

Radditz's growl rumbled deep within his throat. Kakarott responded with a similar rumble and touched his tongue to the underside of his brother's shaft. The tanned skin pulsed beneath his hands, alive with blood and need. Ka nibbled gently at the large tool, teasing it with his small, fang-like incisors.

Radditz's fingers dipped within the cleft of Kakarott's buttocks. He found the hidden bud there and pressed.

Kakarott sharply exhaled over his cock as Radditz's finger gained entrance. Radditz kissed the top of his head and sank his finger in up to his knuckle.

"Radditz…"

A long growl of content filled Kakarott's ears. He took his brother's cock into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue. He bobbed his head over the ample column, carrying it deep within his throat. Radditz's finger was matching his momentum. Each time Ka's lips reached the root of his cock, Radditz's finger plunged deep into him.

Kakarott began rolling his hips back to receive him, releasing his cock to pant for air and randomly lick or bite at Radditz's wound. Kakarott's tail was tightening on his forearm -a sure indication of his oncoming orgasm.

Radditz suddenly withdrew his finger to Kakarott's displeasure. Ka released his brother's forearm and let him pull him up and over his lap. Their nipples pressed together as they held each other close. Ka bit wildly at his brother's neck. He tasted the salt of his sweat.

Radditz's long, dark hair flowed over the edge of the altar and swept the floor.

Kakarott moved impatiently over him, longing for completion. Radditz palmed Ka's rear and lifted the shapely cheeks. He nestled his cock between the pliant curves and thrust cleanly into them.

"Aaahh!" Kakarott cried out, but nonetheless grinded his hips down on to him. His taut peaks rubbed his brother's. His movements were massaging the soft sheath of his cock that was enveloped between their bodies. He clenched his teeth and rode his brother's length.

Radditz kissed him and collected the beads of perspiration from his face, neck, and shoulders.

His brother's tight clasp worked well to squeeze the seed from him.

"Radditz!"

The longhaired Saiyan thrust his tongue deep into his brother's mouth and leaned forward. He got to his knees and had Kakarott on his back without causing the younger Saiyan to break his momentum. Kakarott's head hung over the edge of the altar. He wrapped his legs around Radditz's waist and let his big brother take him. Radditz rocked forward giving him deep, thorough plunges.

"Aah!"

Hard…

"Aah!"

…solid…

"Aaahh!"

…plunges that made his swollen member spurt his seed. Ka clung to his big brother and shuddered as his orgasm overtook him. His body constricted over Radditz's cock. It became difficult for him to thrust into his passage. The tiny tremors massaged him and coaxed him to completion.

"Aaahh!" Radditz threw his head back, his long dark mane spilling over his and Ka's legs, and cried out as he came. He bent forward to languidly lap at Kakarott's throat, and then watched him slowly regain his breathing.

"We have to go, Ka," he said a moment later and rolled off him. He got dressed and his brother, after much prodding, did the same.

They barely looked at each other as they descended the stairs. On the last step, Ka caressed Radditz's rear with his tail. Radditz shoved him against the wall and kissed him deeply.

"Well, isn't this just cozy?"

The voice of their commander quickly broke them apart.

"Father," Radditz began, "we were just -"

"You can fuck each other on your own time, Radditz, but while we're on this mission you will follow Saiyan protocol. No screwing! Got that?"

"Yes, sir," Radditz answered stiffly.

"That goes for you too, Kakarott."

Bardock's youngest blushed in embarrassment.

"Now, both of you get back to camp."

Radditz and Kakarott flew off, leaving their scowling father behind.

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"Hmm. That's one way to keep them from screwing on the job."

Bardock looked at his friend who had accompanied him to find his sons. The tall Saiyan had remained out of sight, not wanting to cause further humiliation for Kakarott and Radditz.

"I may have to split them up," Bardock said, "send Kakarott to a different regiment."

Toma crossed his arms and came forward to stand beside him. "There's no need to do that. They'll get over their attraction."

"Those idiots had better. What possessed them to do it during a mission? What are they, amateurs? Sure the scent of blood can be overpowering, but they have the strength to fight the-" Bardock froze as Toma's tail brushed affectionately against his thigh. Bardock looked at him with disbelief. Toma grinned.

"Now?" Bardock asked. "But we're on a mission!"

"We've completed the mission and we are leaving soon. Now is as good a time as any."

Bardock stared at Toma in shock. His friend emitted a low growl, startling Bardock out of his stupor. He alighted into the air. The chase had been initiated. Toma flew off behind the Saiyan commander, laughing with delight.

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Another fic produced during a sleepless night. It is madness I tell you, madness! O_O!

Still, please review.