Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Claimed Love - (4/9)
Pairings: Vejita/Trunks/Gokou
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Graphic yaoi, angst
Timeline: Sequel to Gravity Room & Boys and Their Toys
Summary: Problems develop between the three Saiyajin.



Yawning, Trunks turned to his side beneath his sheets, frowning at whatever noise had woken him up. He was exhausted from the afternoon of training with Goten, confused about the sudden shift of emotions with his father, and just plain sleepy. "Not going," he muttered absently, assuming it was his mother awakening him for some task or another.

"Not going to what?" Vejita responded with a growl, causing the lavender-haired teenager to jerk up with wide eyes. "Dad?" he squawked, voice breaking with nervousness. Trunks gazed up at his father and finally smiled with a bit of relief. "Father," he whispered more calmly, sliding over. Vejita sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him with curious eyes. "Not going to what, Trunks?" he demanded.

"Uh… thought you were Mom," he responded with a chuckle. Vejita frowned faintly and leaned down, staring into the teen's large blue eyes half hidden by those long locks of hair. Nervous butterflies fluttered inside the Saiyajin's stomach and he chuckled faintly. "Uh… Father?"

"Hmm?" Vejita responded quietly. Trunks blinked and sat up, watching as Vejita stretched out on the bed comfortably. "What's wrong? Father, you've been acting…"

"Silence, boy," Vejita growled faintly and reached out, grabbing Trunks' shirt and pulled the teenager down roughly, right on top of the smaller elder Saiyajin. Trunks found himself lost in his father's warm lips, their bodies pressed together, melding.

Trunks moaned softly, his father eating the whimper as sly hands explored his body. Trunks could already feel his father's erection pushing through their thin layers of clothing. He wrapped his legs around Vejita's, rubbing his pelvis against the arousal. Vejita growled out at the teasing movement - never favoring Trunks' playfulness. At that Trunks laughed softly, pulling away to gaze down at the calm face beneath him. How was it possible for Vejita to be so perfect? He wondered that question so often, and yet was nowhere near to an answer. Vejita was strong, handsome, sexual, brilliant, temperamental, everything anyone could want. Trunks knew his face was flushed, and his heart was beating so rapidly it almost ached. He had this man all to himself this night. He didn't mind sharing with Gokou occasionally, and he cared greatly for the idiotic Saiyajin, but his possessiveness was so hard to deny when it came to Vejita.

"What are you waiting for, boy?" Vejita demanded with impatience, reaching up and grabbing the back of Trunks' head, pulling their lips together once again. In one swift yank and toss, Trunks' boxers were on the floor. Vejita shoved the teenager onto his back, ripping off his own pants and throwing them aside with the forgotten boxers. Gazing down on his young heir, Vejita smirked. Trunks trusted and lusted for him to a point where it was nearly unbearable.

Lightly, Vejita reached upwards, placing his fingertips at the rim of Trunks' neck. The boy leaned back his head with a soft sigh. The neck was always so sensitive to touch. Silently, Vejita wished that he and Trunks had their tails again. It would cause the bed-play to be so much more entertaining. Dragging his fingers downwards so very slowly, down the boy's chest, across his abdomen, they came to rest at the base of Trunks' arousal. The teenager moaned softly, begging for more without words. Vejita wondered how long it would take to drive the boy to the edge of madness with his teasing. Not more than a few hours, he would wage. Chuckling sadistically with the plan to find out sometime in the near future, he moved across to sit between Trunks' legs, hand gripping softly on the base of that arousal.

This would all be so much more entertaining if Gokou were around. The Bag O' Toys would have come out, and the fun would have lasted until the sun rose. "To whom do you belong?" Vejita whispered softly, gazing up to the lavender-haired teenager. Trunks' glossy gaze rose up to him. "You," he responded without hesitation. Vejita frowned down at him, hand releasing the need to trial down between the boy's soft thighs. "Who am I?"

Trunks turned his head to the side as those fingers curled, nails dragging across his skin, threatening to draw blood. His legs circled Vejita's body, trying to draw him closer. "Vejita. Father. Saiyajin no Ouji. God." Trunks was on the verge of whimpering, but it brought a smirk to Vejita's face. He was a god to Trunks. Why didn't Gokou view it that way? "Good," he growled in reply before leaning down between Trunks' legs. Such loyalty deserved a reward.

Trunks nearly screamed when he felt that warm mouth engulf him. His hand snaked down, curling in his father's hair with a shudder. The warmth tightened and sucked, sending waves of pleasure throughout Trunks' nervous system. He moaned out, trying to thrust his hips further, but Vejita's hands gripped his thighs, holding him down despite his inane mutters of protest.

Vejita's tongue encircled the need, stroking it from the base up like a lollypop a young child had been given. As he reached the tip, licking away the forming moisture, he returned the arousal to the warmth of his mouth, moving downwards until the head brushed against the back of his throat. He heard Trunks moaned out with pleasure, feeling the boy trying to break free of his grip, and despite his attempt not to, Vejita chuckled just faintly. The sound vibrated through his son, causing him to cry out even more. Vejita closed his mouth over the need, teeth brushing against it as he pulled back, and with that added sensation Trunks was sent completely over the edge. Hands clasped over his mouth to keep from waking the household, Trunks shouted Vejita's name at the top of his lungs.

Swallowing the last of his son's sweet seed, Vejita sat back on his heels, licking his lips and watching with amusement as the flushed and heated teenager tried to regain his senses. Trunks' entire body was rosy, cheeks burning red and slightly damp with sweat. He was a beauty, long lavender hair falling down past his shoulders, matted to his body - almost a bit of a fairy prince from a fable.

Smiling faintly, Vejita crawled up and kissed Trunks softly on the lips. Trunks blinked a few times and returned the smile. Vejita was outright shocked when he felt a firm hand gripping around the base of his own hardness. He gasped a bit with the shock at the sudden motion, looking down to see Trunks grinning deviously. "You little hentai," he muttered with a grin before claiming those lips fiercely again. "My little hetani."

~*~

"Dad! What happened to your ear?"

Gokou jerked around from the table at the sudden voice, seeing Gohan standing in the doorway, briefcase in his left hand and daughter in his right arm. He sat down the squealing Pan and let her run towards the kitchen, where the smell of breakfast originated. "Gohan, hey."

"Hi," Gohan smiled, sitting down across from his father. Gokou, as normal, was dressed in his orange and blue gi, hair flying every which way, and eyes bright and joyful. There was a smile on his face, and food on his place, and life seemed decent. Gohan was dressed in a somewhat casual suit, pale gray, a tie looped around his neck, but not tied yet. "So what happened? A bird got you or something?"

"Yeah, something like that," Gokou responded softly, wincing at the memory. "So, uh, how's life?"

"Not too bad," Gohan responded with a grin. "Hate to ask, but could you and Mom take care of chibi Pan for the afternoon? Videl had to go with Satan to some conference across the country, and I can't really take her with me."

"Sure, of course. Pan loves being here with Chichi. I might even take her over to Capsule Corporations later. You know how she loves Trunks."

"Oh do I know," Gohan laughed, rising. "Thanks, Dad!"

"Sure. No problem."

~*~


TBC
~Jady