Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Chapter 4

Dominion

Author: Xero Sky

Date: July 2002

Pairings: Vejiita X Bardock, Vejiita X Kakkarot, for now.

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 4

/Nappa/

/Yes?/

/How goes it?/

/How the hell should I know?/

/You're not taking pictures?/

/Last I checked, I wasn't freaking suicidal. What do you think?/

/Pity./

/Why the fuck are you in my head, Tsuriya? Anything important, or can I just have you executed for dereliction of duty when this is over?/

/Bored out of your massive skull, eh?/

/ !! /

/Tch. Calm yourself, Nappa. I'm no tourist. There's a situation you should be aware of./

/Report./

/Lord Bardock's other son is missing./

/Radditz?/

/Commander Radditz hasn't been seen or heard from in the last 16 hours./

/So? He went oozaru and ate some ambassador's brat. He's probably out in the bush somewhere with a case of the runs. That mudball he's stationed on is huge, anyway./

/No, he'd returned from that already. Brought the scraps home to the ambassador himself, actually. Just being polite./

/Pure class, that family./

/He hasn't been seen since he returned to his quarters. He missed muster for an operation on S'calos, so they went looking. Searches so far have turned up nothing, planetwide. His crew bond hasn't been able to pick anything up from him./

/Fuck!/

/It's up to you - do we disturb the king with this? It's being handled through military channels right now, but.../

/...but with Bardock and his other brat in here with Vejiita, Radditz would be a damned tempting target for someone wanting leverage./

/Exactly what I thought./

/Shit. And things have barely gotten started here!/

/Should I ship out to take over the search?/

/No. We'll share with the military on this one for now, in case that hairball turns up. No point in pointing anyone towards Radditz who wasn't already looking that way. Ship a team out there for supervision. And I want a security review, to see if the planning for this rut was compromised. Now./

/And the king?/

/...is busy./

/Hai./

*******

Kakkarot laid a palm against smooth steel and pushed. The heavy door glided open without a sound.

The young man stepped into the humid warmth of the sunroom, looking everywhere all at once. It was as he remembered: vine-trailed pillars, slanting columns of sunlight, wide windows, and the sound of water trickling endlessly over stone into the bathing pool. And the scent of musk. Vejiita's musk. It was inescapable, intoxicating. Even as he stood there, he felt it working on him. The warm rush over his skin and through his muscles was breathtaking. For a moment he even felt a little dizzy.

*Shit!*

He gritted his teeth, trying to clear his head. He could scent his father, too, somewhere around, and that made him snarl as rage flashed over him. There were a couple of door leading from this room to the rest of the suite, and he actually took a couple of steps towards one, thinking about finding his father and throwing him the hell out. Stopping himself took actual effort, and he'd only been in the room a few seconds! Damn this!

He saw no sign of Vejiita. Part of him was nervously relieved about that, and the rest immediately had dark thoughts about the king and his father. Maybe Bardock was going to have to take a beating after all...

A beating.

Bardock would rip his spine out and choke him to death with it. Kakkarot grinned humorlessly. He was apparently losing his mind.

Where the hell was Vejiita? He crossed to the windows, wondering if the king could be outside. No sign of him. He sighed, resting his forehead against the transparent alloy of the window pane. His mind felt torn, his heart about to burst through his chest. He wanted Vejiita. He had even before the royal perfume had set him on fire.

That lithe, strong body had graced many of his fantasies over the years. He wasn't obsessed, but it was a bit of sweetness that he'd kept for himself as he'd grown older and farther away from home. Now there was an excuse, even a duty, to fulfill every one of those dreams. Except... Except his fantasies had always been larger than just scenes of vivid sex. In his dreams, the kisses had all been sweet and loving, not just passion-crazed. He sighed again.

A finger traced its slow way down his back, leaving a trail of bitter fire as the razor nail just failed to open his skin. In its wake, the rich silk of Kakkarot's tunic and sash parted, leaving equally smooth skin bare. Gentle hands slid under the silk and eased it over broad shoulders. His blood surging, Kakkarot lifted his arms to let the fabric slip to the ground, sucking his breath in a little as silk whispered away from skin suddenly too sensitive.

His tail coiled and lashed behind him. Wistful thoughts evaporated as palms were sent gliding over the planes of his back and sides. Heat rolled off a body standing just behind, but not pressed against him. His eyes drooped shut as his tail was gently captured by another and fingers brushed over his nipples. Soft purring sounded from somewhere.

Fingers slid beneath his waistband. Muscles tensed slightly and fabric tore. He toed off boots, wanting to feel stone floors with bare feet. Bare skin drank in warm, humid air. He flexed, delighting in his nakedness, feeling the radiant warmth of the man near him. A wildness swelled in his heart.

Hands stroked broad thighs and ghosted through soft fur, tingling up the length of his arousal. Kakkarot breathed in spice and lust.

The soft caresses continued, unrelenting, driving the young man to madness. No word was spoken. Softest fur ran up the cleft of his ass, then down again to find and cup a downy sac. Delicate nails drew fire across his belly and down the softest parts of brawny thighs. No part of him went unteased or untouched. Only his aching member was neglected, kissed only briefly now and then with the faintest touches of palms or flicks of tail.

Hands cupped him from both sides, fondling warm, curvy flesh. His head fell back as he moaned, his whole body thrumming with animal heat. Sweet agonizing pressure built. Both his own hands were drawn behind him and secured with a coil of steely velvet. Sweat beaded and ran. He circled his hips, wanting to grind against delectable flesh, but his king seemed content to keep hands and tail as the only points of contact. Unknowingly, his head awhirl, Kakkarot began to beg softly as his body trembled.

"Please..."

"Please stop."

**Please, never stop...**

**Own me, take me, never leave me...**

"Let me..."

He whimpered and shuddered as a hand slid around his cock and gave him one slow stroke. He sucked air into his lungs as he felt climax approach.

Then that warm grasp was gone. A faint keening sounded in his throat as his king left him, only the tail binding his hands remaining. He hovered on the edge of release, wanting it but needing Vejiita more, for an endless, agonizing moment. Then strong arms wrapped around his waist and a scalding, perfect body was pressed against his back.

"Now," a deep voice purred into his ear.

And it was. With a loud cry, Kakkarot came, pulsing out hard into the empty air. Tremors wracked his lean frame as his hips jerked forward again and again, until at last he sank backwards gratefully into a strong embrace. Arms snugged him close while a tail freed his hands and then captured a thigh.

*******

Bardock woke.

Snarling, he pulled at his restraints, muscles cording as he pulled with all his strength. Neither the cable nor the bedframe broke, and he sat up, moving so that he could push with his legs against the wall. Heaving, he strained until blood ran in streams down his hands, but the cuffs didn't slip, and the rest remained intact. He tried to blast himself free, but nothing happened.

He cursed, damning Vejiita for his usual thoroughness. The cuffs were damping his ki just enough to prevent him from externalizing it; otherwise the cuffs, the wall behind the bed, and much of whatever lay behind that would have been burning rubble by now. Bardock wasn't going anywhere without his king's permission.

And Kakkarot was out there. With Vejiita. He wasn't scent-blind; he could smell their heat and lust from here.

He remembered telling Vejiita that he didn't mind. He hadn't, then. He'd been too tired. He understood well enough now that it was Vejiita's scent combined with their recent coupling that was setting him off, making him feral, territorial, violent. He didn't freaking care. He wanted Kakkarot's blood in his teeth. How dare that whelp touch Vejiita!!

He growled again, tail thrashing the bed, unable to stop thinking about what must be happening. Then, drawing in a huge breath, he controlled himself. This wasn't the time to get worked up. He wasn't going anywhere until it pleased his king. No point in damaging himself further, especially since he couldn't seem to damage anything else. For now he would wait.

Carefully, he began licking the blood off his hands. The wounds, he noted with dull surprise, where almost healed already. Good. He wanted to be at his best when Vejiita eventually freed him. That way he'd enjoy it more when he ripped Kakkarot's heart out.

*******

Kakkarot purred. It was impossible not to. Vejiita, his king, sovereign of Vegetasei and who cared how many other worlds, was lapping up red wine from the curves and hollows of his abdomen. A slick tongue dipped into the cup of his navel. A fine tail tickled him here and there across his chest and under his chin. With a darting hand, he captured Vejiita's tail and gently bit down on the very end, eliciting a purr in return. He worked his tongue through the fur, tickling, suckling.

He lay spread out on a thick rug, his king over him. He couldn't remember if any of his fantasies had ever gone quite like this, but, then, he could barely remember his own name. The only thing that truly mattered was that his lover was as yet unsatisfied, something he intended to do something about if the man would only let him. That, and the fact that he was so hard he could probably break rocks with it.

Earlier, after he'd regained his strength enough to stand on his own, he'd turned in Vejiita's embrace and been rewarded with a kiss that left him dizzy with delight. Warm and obscene, it had completed his utter captivity. He had pulled away eventually to look into a handsome face framed in dark hair, at a body he'd ached for and never touched, and had been wholly enthralled. It didn't matter that this might or might not be exactly what he'd wanted; this is what he had, and he was no fool.

Gleaming, dangerous eyes looked up at him now, evaluating. Kakkarot felt like prey, and knew no regrets. A lazy smile, and then Vejiita's mouth was on his again, tasting of wine and lust. He sucked on the royal tongue and Vejiita still managed to laugh before pulling back.

"Kakkarot," he said roughly, "when did you grow up to be so delicious?"

Kakkarot only licked the royal throat in reply, and nipped gently at tasty flesh. Vejiita let him, but kept him on his back, surrendering no hint of control. Thighs slithered across each other and at length Vejiita sat up athwart him, looking down with pleasure on his possession.

Kakkarot purred louder and arched, wanting attention.

"Beautiful slut."

A slow smile, showing sharp teeth.

A flurry of moments later, Kakkarot found himself on hands and knees. Hands swirled patterns down his back and up his chest. An incendiary mouth moved down his spine, kissing each vertebrae red, then licking the small pain away. A tail stroked his thighs, then looped a soft coil around his cock. A warm, strong hand tenderly cupped and fondled his ass. He threw his head back and watched Vejiita move over him.

He was so handsome. Vejiita was beautiful by any standards Kakkarot knew to judge. Eyes half-closed with lust met his own, and then a hand began stroking Kakkarot's tail while a rough tongue lapped at the base; Kakkarot's vision faded away for awhile and he yowled in earthy enjoyment.

A hot mouth went gliding over hot curves, probing secrets, preparing the way. Wicked fingers made him howl and purr. He was smacked and stroked and spread wide.

Vejiita paused, and Kakkarot looked back at him demurely, under thick lashes. Vejiita's eyes took on the look of a predator contemplating his prize.

Kakkarot flipped his tail up and out of the way in a sluttish display and arched wantonly.

Vejiita plunged deep into wondrous heat.

There was a little pain and the promise of animal bliss. Kakkarot didn't care. What mattered now was simply the intimacy of the act, the sweet connection between himself and his desired one. Wasn't it what he had always wanted? Yes, no, it didn't matter.

Vejiita began moving within him. A thrust, a groan, a shift of position. Then a ball of lightning burned its way up Kakkarot's spine as Vejiita found his sweet spot. He gasped, and Vejiita laughed softly. A soft kiss landed between his shoulder blades, making him shiver despite the building pressure in his loins. A hand grasped and roughly stroked his tail, making him moan incoherently, begging for something nameless. Vejiita moved harder, faster, and spread him wider to strike deeper. Kakkarot reared back, taking as much as he could get. A tail coiled and squeezed.

Moans and cries filled the room, echoing down hallways to reach sensitive ears. Finally a roar, then a growling shriek, rang out as sweating bodies heaved and writhed in primal ecstasy.

Soft words of affection were sobbed out unknowingly. Dark eyes widened, then slitted in satisfaction. Silence, followed by heavy breathing and then the crooning of contented purrs. Hands and tails moved with slow, weary delectation as warm bodies lay close together. A deep sigh of satisfaction came from somewhere.

A tail lashed once, twice, slapping a fine ass. A regal hand caught it on the next assault. A salacious tongue lapped at a majestic throat instead.

"Skanky flashtail."

"Royal pain in the ass."

"Is that how you address your king?"

"Merely stating the truth, oh worshipful one."

Vejiita contemplated his lover and the new playfulness in his tone. He was altogether well pleased.

"Hn. Then it looks like you're about to be in a difficult position, doesn't it?"

tbc