Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Chapter 2

Dominion

Author: Xero Sky

Date: July, 2002

Pairings: Vejiita X Bardock, Vejiita X Kakkarot, for now. Not at the same time, hentais!

Warnings: Knowing me, there'll be lemons, lime, language and violence. Maybe all at once! AU, therefore some OOC is probably inevitable.

Notes:

*....* indicates italics

/..../ indicates telepathic speech

Disclaimer: All characters are property of their respective copyright owners. I intend no profit from this work of fiction. And now that that's all done with...

Chapter 2

Nappa was waiting in the outer chambers, in front of the door that would have let Kakkarot the hell out of there. The big man crossed his arms and stood his ground, his expression not entirely without sympathy.

"Bardock first, eh?" he said as the younger man came to a stop in front of him.

Kakkarot looked at him incredulously, trying to catch his breath. The short run hadn't winded him; trying not to run back the other way had been the big struggle. His hormones were out of control. "You knew?"

"Of course I knew. We discussed it before you were summoned today," Nappa said.

"Then you can tell me what the fuck is going on here," Kakkarot said, taking a fairly clumsy swing at him. Dancing out of his reach with some exaggeration, Nappa backed into the doors with a thud.

He blinked, and then grinned at Kakkarot. "Interesting choice of words."

The other man growled.

"Oh, come on, boy," Nappa said, moving out of range. "Do I need to spell it out for you? He's in rut. He has more than enough heirs. He'd rather spend the time with someone he trusts and is fond of, instead of hunting the castle and maybe ending up with yet another brat from yet another family that wants his favor."

Kakkarot paced, unable to keep still. His tail slashed the air behind him. "So, ok, my father. Why me? Why not you, if he thinks he can wear Father out?"

Nappa laughed. "Don't know much about royalty, do you boy? I'm about the only one on the planet who *wouldn't* jump him right now."

Considering his own continuing reaction, Kakkarot had a hard time believing that. His disbelief was pretty obvious.

"I've been his bodyguard since before he was born. What king would put his heir into another warrior's hands without safeguards?"

"You're a..." Kakkarot said, looking up and down Nappa's body incredulously.

"No! I'm not a freaking eunuch, you brain-dead bakayaro!!!" Nappa roared, glaring.

Kakkarot took two or three steps backwards. His feet hit something. Arms flailing, he fell backwards and found himself virtually embedded in the many soft cushions and pillows of an overly opulent couch. He struggled to get up, but couldn't seem to find anything firm enough to push off of. Who the hell used a couch like this anyway? Velvet and satin, embellished with braid and tassels, had neatly captured him. Deciding that further struggles only made him look stupid, the young man folded his arms and glared back up at Nappa.

With a visible effort, much aided by Kakkarot's misfortune, Nappa calmed himself. "Royal guards are treated with gene and hormone therapy. I react to Vejiita's scent like his own mother or sisters would, if he had any left, meaning I'm not going to jump him. But that doesn't mean anyone else is safe!"

Feeling that he'd just been gifted with just a little bit more information than he'd really wanted, Kakkarot gave up another attempt to stand and sighed. "Ok, so why me?"

"Easy enough. Because you're a fine piece of ass, boy. And you're Bardock's get, so that makes you more trustworthy than most. He's the Saiyajin no Ou. That doesn't mean he's not as hentai as the next. The real question is: why *not* you?"

Kakkarot had nothing at all to say to that. The two men looked at each other, then away.

Having no real choice, Kakkarot relaxed somewhat, with a sigh. The couch seemed happy about that. He wondered if anyone had disappeared after sitting on the damned thing. He wondered if they were still there, lost among the cushions.

"When does he want you back?" Nappa asked.

"Two hours."

"Anything you need in the meantime?"

"A cold shower."

A laugh. "Yeah, I think we can arrange that. Not gonna do you much good, though. Honestly, I don't think you're really too upset by all this, are you, boy?"

Kakkarot thought about it. Visions of a fragrant, purring royal filled his head. "Hell, no. How often am I gonna get a shot at something that sweet?"

He tilted his head to look up at the huge man in front of him with a rueful smile. "Besides, what are the chances you're gonna let me just walk out of here?

Nappa smirked. "Not good."

"You know, my father's not gonna let me anywhere near the king, though. Not without some serious internal bleeding happening."

"You're forgetting, boy, exactly WHO the alpha male around here IS."

"Heh." He turned that idea over in his mind. "You wanna help me up out of this thing?" The goddamned couch wouldn't let go of him.

"Fuck no. If Vejiita catches my scent on you during rut, he'll tear my guts out and feed `em to me. You're on your own with the furniture."

*******

Bardock strained against his bonds, certain that he was going insane. He writhed on his belly over fur coverlets, the constant soft tickling making him want to howl. His king had reduced him to begging quite some time ago, and he moaned Vejiita's name again.

"Please..." he whispered, repeating the word over and over again as soft, moist kisses were trailed down his spine with infinite slowness. He groaned as sharp nails were raked across the cheeks of his ass and down his thighs. Bitter scratches were assuaged with strokes of an unbearably soft and fragrant tail, soothing away the hurt and tormenting flesh now exquisitely sensitive.

A hand grasped his flailing tail near the base and jerked upward, causing pain almost immediately forgotten as a hot tongue flickered over the musk glands nestled at the root. Bardock hissed his pleasure, then yelped as sharp fangs came together on his tail, not quite breaking the skin. Bites hovering on the near side of pain were deftly placed from one end of his tail to the other, bringing Bardock to the edge without allowing him release. He jerked at the cables connecting his manacles to the bed frame, the muscles standing out in stark relief. It did him no good. The soft furs beneath brought nothing but torment. Twitching and trembling, he screeched "Vejiita!! PLEASE!!!"

The king stretched his body out over Bardock's. Sweet, sensual heat radiated from the royal flesh. A strong, soft tail wound with Bardock's, rubbing, ruffling fur, coiling. "Yes, Bardock? Speak up," Vejiita said softly, nibbling at his ear. "You know you can ask anything of me."

But Bardock couldn't. He was beyond speech. The voracious king had commanded his flesh since that first kiss, effortlessly drawing forth any response he wished. Royalty and rut, flesh and spice, talent, wickedness, and lust had combined to drive Bardock to madness again and again. Every weakness had been exploited. Every kink had been explored. He breathed in musk. He tasted only his king. He turned dark eyes on Vejiita, pleading for release.

Vejiita was not a merciful king, but he knew pity. He knelt and drew Bardock up onto his knees by his tail. With a fond smile, he mounted the willing magnificence spread out for him, the way prepared by earlier couplings. He slid with delight into slick heat and began moving. He knew Bardock thoroughly by now, and he was not gentle. The older saiyajin howled and arched his back, spreading brawny thighs wider, asking for more. Vejiita was generous. Within a few moments the room filled with the shrieks, snarls, and growls of saiyajins reaching nirvana. Then Vejiita roared as climax ripped him free into the sweet body beneath him. He felt Bardock's convulsive shuddering beneath him and knew he had finished also.

Sated, his nose crinkling at the delightful scents in the air, Vejiita rolled away from his exhausted partner. He tenderly kissed swollen lips, well-pleased. He smoothed tousled hair back from Bardock's forehead and smiled, admiring the handsome features. Despite what he had already known of his friend's appetites, he'd never expected Bardock to keep up with him. Not during rut.

Vejiita rolled off the bed and stretched, muscles rippling, tail waving. He turned to see his lover smiling tiredly at him.

Vejiita was in many ways a cruel and ruthless man. Life had not treated him gently, and his fierce devotion to his people and his heritage had not allowed him the luxury of weakness or of weak emotions. Yet, from those few whose loyalty he never doubted, who offered him their own devotion, he kept nothing of himself back. It didn't surprise Bardock, then, when Vejiita kissed him again and said "I'm sorry. I should have warned you."

"You're damned right you should have," Bardock growled, but his heart wasn't really in it. They were adults; they knew what rut was like, and what it was like for a king. And he hadn't been taken unwillingly. Even without the rut and its wildness, Bardock wouldn't have turned Vejiita away. He also wouldn't have presumed to offer himself.

Another thought occurred, and Bardock's tail twitched in agitation. Vejiita read his tail and laughed out loud. "He's on leave, you baka. Besides, am I supposed to let all that fineness go to waste while I wear you out, old man?"

A snarl. Spoiled somewhat by sleepy eyes.

Vejiita stroked his cheek. "Does the idea upset you?"

"No. Just don't kill him. I need him around to keep Radditz' tail in a knot..."

A leer, then a look of mock hurt. "I have yet to kill anyone with sex, Bardock!"

"Hn. Not for want of trying."

"Sleep, koi. You'll need your strength." Vejiita turned to leave, thinking about a hot bath. And other diversions.

"Go `way, hentai." Bardock was swiftly falling asleep, and he stretched out on soft furs and velvet, a delightful weariness making him appreciate them even more than usual. A few moments later he cracked an eye open, then blinked.

"Mm. V'jiita?"

"Hai?" Vejiita paused in the doorway.

"Any interest in setting me free?" He held his arms up, displaying the fur-lined cuffs still locked around his wrists.

Bright eyes took in the entire scene with deeply erotic appreciation: that finely muscled body, spread out on opulent bedding, dark hair trailing down his back, a soft tail waving back and forth lazily, and steel cuffs, with wisps of red fur escaping from all sides, firmly locked around brawny arms, keeping everything in place for him.

"None at all."

tbc