Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Brother Mine ❯ Chapter 1

“You know, Radditz, he’s not really that bad.”

“Yes, he is, and you shouldn’t be with him.”   “What do you have against Turles?”   “He’s dirty.”   “He isn’t!”   Radditz sighed deeply and turned back to his cereal, grumbling whole-heartedly about naïve little brothers and slutty soldiers. He really did want to stay out of it all, but the truth be told, much to his dismay, Kakarotto was his little brother. And therefore, he was obligated to protect the kid at least a little bit.   ...A very little bit.   Said teenager was currently standing in front of the refrigerator looking for something to eat, swaying his bushy tail happily and positively reeking of excitement. It made Radditz want to sneeze, but instead he merely shoved another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and snorted lightly, hoping to clear the odor from his sinuses. “You’re acting like you’re in heat. Stop it and sit down.”   Though his words were garbled from the food in his mouth, Kakarotto heard the insult quite clearly and turned around, offended. “I am not. It’s not my fault you can’t get laid.” Grabbing a flask of water and a colorful fruit from the fridge, he set them on the table and shut the door with his tail. “Don’t be jealous of me just because you’re not getting any and I am.”   Radditz bristled angrily. “You shut your mouth, brat! How do you know I’m not getting any?”   The younger brother smirked widely. “What was that, brother mine?”   The older of the two snarled ferociously. “Whatever. Fine. But don’t come crying to me when you’ve got sores in your fur.” After saying such, he slammed his bowl into the sink and stomped out of the room.   Kakarotto smiled to himself and refilled the drained flask. It was a hobby of his to irritate his dear brother to the point of losing his temper, simply because of how devastatingly handsome Radditz became with a flush to his skin and a fire in his eyes. He knew it had to be wrong, on some level, to desire his own brother in such a way, but he cast it aside and bit into his fruit. Such was life, he supposed. Besides, he was already taken.   The thought of Turles stirred his loins briefly, and he purred into the quiet atmosphere. He had a sort of date with the man later, after which could only possibly end in the type of breathtaking, raw fleshed sex only saiyans could have. The fur on his tail spiked a bit in anticipation, and as he threw the core out the window, the saiyan teen wondered if perhaps he could get Radditz into it somehow. Shaking his head to himself, he quickly dismissed the idea as impossible, and jumped lightly as there was a sudden embrace from behind.   “Hey, gorgeous...”   “Turles!”   A tongue and teeth caressed his ear. “And how are you on this fine morning?”   Kakarotto leaned into the touch for a moment before pulling away. He missed the short flash of annoyance in Turles’ gaze, however, as he turned to face his look-alike. “I’m doing good. Where are we gonna go today?” He twirled a lock of Turles’ hair around his finger seductively, but did not expect the response he received.   “Well, I thought we’d just do it right here. I mean, it’s cozier than my place, or any other place we could go, really.”   Kakarotto’s eyes grew large. “No. No way, Turles... We can’t do it here.”   The older saiyan sauntered up to his oblivious toy, wanting to strangle him. He was beginning to see why the kid bothered Brolli so much. However, he was a fantastic lay, and so Turles ran his fingers through Kakarotto’s hair in a soothing manner, pulling the teen up for a chaste kiss. With their eyes still closed, he then reached around with his free hand and traced the still-rounded muscles of Kakarotto’s slender bottom. Receiving a sigh for his efforts, he took the nearest cheek into his palm and squeezed brutally, causing the petit teen to cry out softly and arch away from the bruising grip. The action caused the front of his body to rub delightfully against Turles’ groin, and he released the supple flesh, soothing the pain with a gentle stroke. “And why not?”   As he was asked this, Kakarotto could feel the hand that bruised him slip low to gently begin massaging his cock, and though his mind screamed no, his body wanted a different thing entirely. “Because Radditz is upstairs. He’ll hear us.”   Turles snorted and groped a bit more roughly, coaxing a harsh gasp from the teen’s throat. “So what if he does? Where’s your pride, boy? Let the poor bastard get a cheap thrill once in a while.” He smirked sharply and ground his crotch against Kakarotto’s, breath hitching slightly as the younger image of himself began to lick and nip at his throat. “Besides, it’ll probably be the only time he’s gotten his rocks off in months.”   “For your information, Turles, I’ll have you know that I don’t need your slutty moans to get me off.”   Not fazed in the least, rather, groaning slightly at the feel of Kakarotto’s fingers threading through his tail, he looked up to catch the sight of Radditz leaning against the doorframe. He felt the young teen against him bristle at the voice, as if reprimanded, and began to pull away, but Turles held him there and growled threateningly. A stare-down was shared between the two older saiyans, and Radditz smirked. “Besides, from what I hear, you yourself have gone to...shall we say, drastic measures, to earn your climax?”   It was Turles’ turn to tense this time, and as he did, his arms tightened painfully around the boy set on arousing him. All pleasurable thoughts scattered from his mind at the very suggestion that word had got around. He told. That motherfucker told! “And where, exactly, did you hear this information?”   Still smirking, Radditz mimicked buffing his fingernails on his shoulder for a moment, gazing at them nonchalantly. “Oh, it gets around. It’s not everyday that a pimp like you takes it up the ass.”   Energy crackled through the air as the challenge was issued, but Kakarotto just sighed deeply and pulled away from Turles while he was distracted. Turning toward his bigger brother, he swallowed the gasp that forced itself into his throat at the perfect display of masculinity and simply put his hands on his hips. “Honestly, big brother, grow up. If you’re so sore about not getting any for so damned long, why don’t you join us?” He left Radditz to sputter in shock and turned to Turles. “And if you want to tap this ass at all, you’ll stop being such a dick about it and pay attention to me.”   The two older males stuttered a bit in shock while Kakarotto grinned to himself. He knew that he was being even more annoying than usual, but there was an opportunity in the works, and he was just itching to take it. Nodding with determination, he took Turles by the hands and led the saiyan to the couch where he promptly shoved him into a sitting position. This brought the saiyan back to reality, and he smirked haughtily at the spunky teen.   Radditz, on the other hand, scowled mightily and folded his arms. He was entirely content to stand this one out (or at least he told himself, but the tent growing at his nether regions stated otherwise), but he had nothing better to do, and so what the hell—he’d at least watch.   Across the room, Kakarotto was perched on Turles’ lap and naked to the waist. His tail was bristled and writhing in pleasure as the older saiyan lapped at his nipples, adding playful nips and sucks to his torture on the petal soft nubs. Intent on pleasing both parties, and perhaps convincing his brother to join, he lolled his head back and sighed, knowing the effect he had on Turles when he was expressive. Reaching one hand to the neglected side, he pinched harshly and groaned, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the sloppy pleasure.   Lurking in the shadows, Radditz had to admire Kakarotto. The boy’s frame was still lean and pale, marred by few blemishes and battle scars. His skin was stretched taut over developing muscles that were convulsing from the treatment of Turles’ rough hands running over them, and the longhaired saiyan found himself teasing at his groin with flickering fingertips. Intrigued, he watched hungrily as the younger of the two lovers was stripped nude.   Turles, on the other hand, had his hands quite full. After promptly depositing Kakarotto’s pants onto the floor, he set to smoothing his thumbs along the creamy surface of the teen’s thighs. The space pirate would admit that Kakarotto was not the more attractive of the two brothers, but he was certainly the most approachable, and so as he stood and switched positions, placing the younger onto his back on the couch, he dipped his tongue into the quivering navel before him and moaned huskily. Personality aside, the saiyan was a treat. A treat he intended on having.   By now, Radditz had his hand fully surrounding his growing erection, but his movement was little. He merely stroked with the tip of his thumb, tracing along the slit in the top. His eyes were lidded, and although he was determined to resist the obvious invitation, his hormones were quickly pushing him toward the two saiyans on his living room couch.   As Turles nuzzled along the side of Kakarotto’s silken shaft, the younger saiyan shot a seductive glance to his older brother leaning against the doorframe. His hopes set for at least a kiss or three, he brought his hand to his mouth and drew a path along his bottom lip, pink tongue sneaking out to lick in a way that could only be an implication. He sucked and lapped, nipped and nuzzled, mimicking the actions taking place at his own erection. When he saw Radditz shove away from the wall with a wicked gleam in his eye, he nearly smirked, triumphant.   Having had enough of Kakarotto’s display, the older of the brothers decided that he wanted a bit of the teen for himself. His tail was twisting violently behind him, auburn fur bristled to spikes and glinting in the sunlight. He stalked right up behind his younger brother and planted his mouth directly onto the soft, supple lips, catching the teen’s moan in a heated kiss. Their teeth and tongues clashed briefly before Radditz tore his mouth away. Glowering, he murmured softly, “You’ll be sore tomorrow.”   Kakarotto bowed his back, arching so that his lips brushed against the older saiyan’s. “Make me hurt, big brother.”    From between the teen’s legs, Turles groaned deeply and kissed a creamy thigh. “God damn, Radditz,” he paused to lick the groove between Kakarotto’s thigh and groin, “even I don’t bring this out in him.”   Panting a bit, Radditz broke away from his brother’s delectable mouth and glared at the other saiyan. “Let’s move ‘im to the floor.” His voice was throaty and seductive, causing the other two saiyans to shiver deliciously.   With finesse borne of years of training, the two older saiyans relocated the youngest, depositing him on his hands and knees. Kakarotto immediately took Radditz’s shaft between his lips and sucked hard, bringing stars before the saiyan’s eyes. Having been caught off guard, the longhaired saiyan gasped and nearly lost his balance, but placed a hand on the back of his brother’s head for support. He’d heard stories, of course, but hadn’t truly believed how talented his brother’s mouth could be, and as his eyes rolled in their sockets, he grit his teeth and bucked.   Turles, in the meantime, had taken to the sultry teen’s tail base with his lips and teeth. His lapping and biting was inciting Kakarotto’s hormones to riot, the pleasure mounting so intensely that it caused tears of pleasurable agony to stream down his cheeks. He worked furiously to milk his brother’s cock with his mouth, reaching around to aid the process by stroking the velvet tail in rhythm. Radditz grunted loudly and wavered as his body threatened to collapse from the sensory overload, but instead he merely braced his free hand on the gentle slope of his brother’s back and thrust into the searing heat.   Thinking Kakarotto suitably distracted, Turles kept a hand on the writhing tail and leant back, smirking at Radditz. The saiyan was positively gorgeous in every aspect, especially consumed by waves of pleasure, and he looked forward to watching him as he took his little brother. The thought caused his form to shudder violently, and with one surprise maneuver, he impaled the teen’s curvaceous bottom, relishing the screaming moan that caused Radditz’s breath to leave him.   Tearing Kakarotto’s head away, Radditz sat back on his haunches to catch his breath a bit. Looking down at his brother’s face, he panted and took in the sight of the tears glistening on the teen’s cheeks, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed. A bit of blood was dribbling down his chin from where he had bitten it in pain. The older saiyan leaned down and lapped at it soothingly, pecked his brother’s lips, and smirked. “Open your eyes, Kakarotto.”   His command was obeyed, and as the two glossy eyes focused on him, the teen’s body began to rock with the force of Turles’ thrusts, causing a quiet, shuddering keen to come forth from the saiyan. Radditz kissed his forehead and smirked. “I’ll get ‘im for ya.”   As the longhaired saiyan pulled away and stood shakily, Kakarotto dropped to his elbows, pressing his forehead against the carpet. He thrust back against his other lover, craving the pleasure and pain of his violent bucks. He wasn’t quite sure what Radditz was up to, but whatever it was, it would probably be good. Radditz was crafty like that. Groaning loudly, he turned his face and clawed at the carpet, euphoric.   Turles, in the meantime, was grunting with the effort he was putting forth. Granted, the sex was fantastic. He pursed his lips and sped his rhythm, shamelessly massaging his own tail in time. As Radditz got up and left them, the spiky-haired saiyan caught the motion out of the corner of his eye, and, without breaking his motions, watched the sweat-slicked saiyan march into the kitchen. Shaking his head, he bit his bottom lip and thrust with twice as much force, wreaking a plethora of screams from the quivering body beneath him.   Radditz grabbed the flask of alcohol from the side door of the refrigerator with a smirk. It was a thick, fruity concoction—one of his own recipes—and he planned on making full use of it. Pouring just a bit into his palm, he grasped himself firmly and pumped, gasping at the burning tingles that shot through his gut. Repeating the lubrication twice more, he slammed the bottle onto the counter and stalked after Turles, pleased that the saiyan was lost in his antics. Purring loudly, he came up behind the groaning saiyan, wrapped an arm around his midsection, and pushed lightly on his back to bend him.   Faltering for a moment, Turles tried to turn his head to see. “What the hell—“ Cut off as Radditz thrust into him violently, he snarled viciously. “Goddamn it, Radditz!”   Smirking victoriously, Radditz started with the same rhythm that Turles had kept, running his fingernails quickly from the base to the tip of the other saiyan’s tail. Turles’ eyes rolled back in his skull as his hormones decided which factor, exactly, was the priority, and so he leaned forward and continued bucking between the two males, wrapping his arms around Kakarotto for leverage.   The three moved against each other deliciously, but unfortunately none could stand up to the thundering pleasure pulsing through their veins. Within minutes, Turles fell victim to the double assault and came deep within Kakarotto, hand tugging roughly on the teen’s erection. Having had his tail trapped and rubbed consistently throughout the ordeal, Kakarotto was a split second behind, clenching down on Turles and adding fuel to the fire. Radditz, having been able to catch his breath for a minute, lasted a bit longer than the two, but eventually fell sway to the temptation of ecstasy. Gripping Turles’ hips with bruising force, he pulled away from the tanned body and shot his essence across the tanned saiyan’s back, watching with clouded fascination as his seed pooled in the divots of Turles’ muscles.   Sated and spent, the three males collapsed onto the floor and panted heavily, recovering. None spoke, but merely moved. Turles was the first to rise, sliding his pants back up onto his hips. With a jaunty nod of his head, he turned tail and walked out of the door with a slightly less graceful swing to his swagger.   From the floor, Radditz and Kakarotto looked at each other.   Then, in the foggy haze clouding their thoughts, something connected, and they chuckled into the comfortable silence.