Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Chapter 6

Dominion

Author: Xero Sky

Date: July 2002

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

Warnings: Lemon (some non-consensual), language, violence, and ANGST. 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.

Thanks to chibivegeta for deigning to beta my humble fic!

Chapter 6

Kakkarot moaned. The sound had as much to do with pain as with pleasure, and it made Vejiita laugh. Kakkarot had certain lessons to learn, and it was good to know that they were getting through.

The king lapped at the blood pooling in the small of Kakkarot's back. Razor-sharp nails had opened smooth skin, painting the man in crimson-black, the color of saiyajin blood. The colors of the royal house as well. It pleased Vejiita aesthetically to see it. The taste was pure happiness.

Such a beautiful body spread out for his pleasure. He ran his hands over the warm flesh, squeezing gently here and there, exploring his property. A delightfully plump ass cheek seemed made for his hand to fondle, and he indulged himself. The tail, he noted, was obediently lifted up and to one side. He scratched at the base of it fondly, pleased at what one lesson had accomplished.

Unsatisfied with simple touch, he leaned down and ran his tongue gently over the musk glands, knowing that they were sensitive, especially now. The wiggle and moan of the man beneath him were rewarding. He cracked his hand across that ass, showing pleasure through pain, and heard the small gasp. Still surprised, after all this time...

Vejiita no Ou frowned. How long had it been, anyway? He looked around, but there seemed to be no timepieces in the room. No matter. Enough time had passed to please him without sating him. There was more to be had.

*

Kakkarot had obligingly started his own lessons by demonstrating the need for them. Vejiita had slipped into bed with him and begun touching what was his. Rut had sparked his lust again, even though it had hardly been more than an hour since he'd ravished poor Bardock. Moving his mouth down his sleeping partner's body, tasting warm flesh and nipping here and there, drawing at the fine hairs with his teeth, Vejiita had found Kakkarot fully aroused by the time his mouth arrived there.

Such responsiveness deserved reward, and Vejiita had promptly given it, licking and suckling at the hard cock. The taste and the scent, the sounds Kakkarot made as he woke to such pleasuring, had combined to send Vejiita into an ecstasy. Such hardness wrapped in such softness, the symbol of manhood, the essence of vulnerability - Vejiita had taken Kakkarot as deeply as he could, rubbing the head against the back of his throat, playing with his tongue. Licking, sucking, moving up and down, Vejiita had brought Kakkarot to a swift and violent climax. He had gently licked his lover clean, and then crawled back up to smile at him and claim a kiss, sharing the taste.

Everything had been lovely, happy, obscene. And then Kakkarot had scented his father's blood on Vejiita. They were saiyajins, and blood wasn't an uncommon thing during sex. Yet there was something about the scent that had bothered Kakkarot, and he had asked about it, treading where he should not. Vejiita had told him not to worry about it, but that fair, open face had clouded with concern, and the young man had pressed Vejiita for more information. Kakkarot had ignored many a warning, fairly given. Then he had gotten out of the bed Vejiita wanted him in, and gone to see if Bardock was all right.

The rut brought madness. Madness had fired Vejiita's blood, made his baser instincts rule. He was king. He had been generous. He had drawn the line for his handsome lover. Kakkarot had crossed it.

Within a handful of moments, Kakkarot had been thrown back on the bed. Vejiita, shimmering with golden fire, had easily forced the younger man onto his stomach. Without a second thought, he'd bitten deeply into the junction of Kakkarot's shoulder, nearly severing the flesh, and rammed his cock home. The scream had been sudden music to his ears. The blood, the tightness, the heat, the pain and submission of his partner - these things had brought Vejiita to a swift and violent climax. His roar had shattered glass and caused the transparent alloy of the windows to shiver and flex.

Beneath him, he'd become aware of the fainting hitching gasps of a man trying not to sob. Purring, he'd let go of the sinewy flesh in his mouth and lapped at the wound for a while, enjoying the taste. He'd rocked his hips forward once or twice, wondering what he wanted next, and Kakkarot, ah, Kakkarot had demonstrated exactly how unschooled he was.

He'd tried to throw Vejiita off him, and damned near did it. What a pity for him that he hadn't. Vejiita had probably used more force than needed to subdue him.

Once he was spread back out on the bed, Vejiita had explained the rules to him. Kakkarot could make any noise he liked, but he must not speak. He must not let go of the mattress where he gripped the edge. He must learn his lessons. He must mind his manners.

All so very simple. Kakkarot, bright boy that he was, hadn't needed the rules explained again.

Vejiita hadn't been entirely sure, but he had been feeling affectionate. Curling up beside the prone form of his lover, he had reached out with one elegant hand and drawn a line across the warm skin of Kakkarot's back with the tip of one finger. A thick line of dark crimson had appeared in its wake, welling up from the path cut by a razor-sharp nail. The tang of blood, sweet to saiyajin senses, had risen into the air. Vejiita had considered his work with gleaming eyes, then added two more, connected but angling off from the first. An idea had come to him, and the execution was proving to be surprisingly easy. And he had always had an artistic eye.

He had listened with some satisfaction to the hisses and groans of his canvas as his nails had cut slowly and deeply into naked flesh. From time to time he had dipped his head to taste of the liquid delight now sheeting over that broad back; it had been hard to resist. Purring, he had completed the last few strokes, then sat up to admire his design. The crest of the Royal House of Vegetasei, cut deeply enough to scar his property for life. His lover hadn't said a word. His tail waving behind him, the Saiyajin no Ou had dipped a finger in the blood and then, catching Kakkarot's eyes, slowly cleaned it from his own flesh with wicked strokes of his tongue.

Those eyes had widened, perhaps with fear, and a dark tail had fairly cracked through the air. Vejiita had considered it, then had taken hold of the velvet length and pulled it out of the way, making the man display whether he wanted to or not.

"You will keep yourself prepared for me," he'd said coldly, and underscored the lesson by slamming home into Kakkarot again and riding him hard to completion. Another lesson well-learned.

*

So delectable. Vejiita lapped at the blood now, then swirled the fingers of one hand through it, coating them thoroughly. He looked at his bloody hand quizzically for a moment, then shrugged and started working the fingers into Kakkarot's battered entrance. He found the sweet spot right away and stroked it, eliciting that dulcet, pained moan. That was nice. Then he shoved his hand in further and heard not only a yelp, which was fine, but also the words "please, `Jiita, no." Which was not fine.

Vejiita could hardly think anymore. The rut had eaten his control away and exposed layers of violence, lust, and sadism in his soul. It wasn't who he was; it wasn't all that he was. That didn't matter much now, though. The rut had gone on too long. He saw his submissive subject challenging him, breaking his rules, and he had no hesitation about pulling his hand free to capture Kakkarot's tail. He didn't even blink as he snapped one of the delicate tail bones in half.

Kakkarot *shrieked*.

Then he forgot the rules *again*. "Ou-sama, *please!!!*"

Without hesitation, Vejiita snapped a second bone. The body beneath him nearly came off the bed, but apparently the lesson was taking hold. There was sobbing as tears flowed, but no more words. Vejiita smiled benevolently and gently stroked the unbroken portion of the tail. Excellent.

Yet, a few moments later, black rage burst from his heart as Kakkarot forgot his place yet again and spoke to him, pleading. Vejiita clamped hard fingers down over a random bone and prepared to continue the lesson, when the man's words filtered through.

"Please, `Jiita," Kakkarot sobbed heavily into the pillow. "Not you. Don't you do it anymore. Please not you."

Why not me? Vejiita wondered, suddenly confused by what he was hearing. He didn't know why it mattered to him, but it did seem to. Out of practice lately in controlling his impulses, he let go of the tail and grabbed Kakkarot's hair, making him look at him.

"Why not me?" he demanded loudly. Who else would dare touch his property?

Eyes like the ocean floor met his own. Tears flowed without ceasing. Kakkarot spoke softly between gasping sobs. "Don't. Please. Last time I didn't even know them. Didn't care `bout them. But, please, `Jiita-sama, not from you..."

The oddest sensation swept over Vejiita. It was like being plunged all at once into cool water.

Had someone hurt his Kakkarot?

Confused, uncertain what he felt or meant, he let go of Kakkarot's hair and slid off of him, laying down so that he could look into the man's eyes.

"Who hurt you, Kakkarot?" he asked, his voice demanding but softer. Part of him wanted to hurt the man more for being so weak.

"It doesn't matter, " Kakkarot said softly.

Vejiita growled, and the threat alone was enough to make Kakkarot flinch. "You will tell me what happened. Now."

"Why do you care?" Kakkarot asked bitterly. "Soldiers. My first post off-world. The famous Bardock's brats, in a regular barracks. Radditz was too strong for them; I paid the price for being weakest. So..."

"So *what*, Kakkarot?" Vejiita hissed.

"So you're not the first to break my fucking tail to get what you want, Vejiita-*sama*," Kakkarot said, tears still leaking out despite the fierce anger in his eyes. "You didn't even have to."

Now he knew.

It was true. He hadn't had to. Kakkarot hadn't refused him anything. Vejiita had simply wanted to hear him scream.

Why?

The rut... He'd always taken what he'd needed. It was how a king survived. But where had this moronic, useless cruelty come from? He wasn't a gentle man, or a particularly merciful one. But he valued trust, and Kakkarot had trusted him...

His hands shook with the need to break the rest of the bastard's tail. Anything to make Kakkarot stop staring at him like that.

He noticed the blood running from Kakkarot's lower lip. He had bitten it almost through at some point during his lessons.

Something about that torn lip made him feel strange. Suddenly the last thing, the very last thing that Vejiita wanted just now was to hurt Kakkarot. Forcing himself to move slowly, to keep his control intact, he reached out to wipe the tears from that beautiful face. More followed, slowly, and he brushed his lips over Kakkarot's cheeks to catch them. Kakkarot flinched at the first touch, but gentled at the second.

*I don't deserve that*, Vejiita thought. *He's so beautiful...*

Then darkness took all his thoughts away.

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Nappa's head snapped up as he heard someone coming down the hall from the private rooms. He stood at attention, thinking it might be Vejiita, then relaxed again as his nose told him it was Bardock's brat. He sighed, hoping this wasn't going to turn into something ugly. The kid had seemed to have the right attitude, but rut made madness, as the saying went. He crossed his arms and waited.

The brat took an awfully long time, and as he got closer, Nappa caught the scent of blood, of too much of it for sex play. His brows furrowing, the huge man ran to see what had happened.

Kakkarot looked worse than Nappa had imagined. He was walking slowly, painfully, and he leaned against the wall for support every few steps. He was naked, and blood had rolled in thin streams down his torso and both legs, some of it fresh, some of it flaking off already. More blood came from a torn lip. Far worse, though, was the awkward, crooked way he kept his tail hovering in the air behind him. It was obviously broken, in more than one place.

Pushing down his distress, Nappa crossed his arms again, blocking the hallway. No matter what Vejiita had done, Kakkarot wasn't leaving until the rut was over. No matter what suffering went on inside, Nappa's job was to keep everyone there until the thing was done. That, and pray to the god of kings that there wasn't any permanent damage done. To any of them.

Kakkarot shocked him by coming up close enough to lean against him and saying faintly, "It's over."

Had Nappa heard right? He looked down into eyes both bitter and relieved. "Are you sure, boy?"

"Hai. He's unconscious. And his scent's changed."

Relief washed over Nappa. Only a couple of days. Could have been worse. He stood back from Kakkarot and looked him over with a critical eye. "You need to lie down. Let's get you comfortable, and I'll have a medical team in here in a couple of minutes."

"Nappa, I can't wake my father up. I don't know how long he's been out...."

Bardock? Oh, kami... Without thinking about it, Nappa picked the injured man up and took him back the way he'd come.

/Tsuriya!?/

/....Hai!? /

/Medical, private quarters, right fucking now./

/Hai!/

The last thoughts through Kakkarot's mind, as Nappa gently carried him back towards his king, were of the unbearable agony in his tail, and that, if he died, at least he wouldn't have to see the expression on Radditz's face when his brother learned it had all happened to Kakkarot again.

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Radditz growled as the last piece of tape was wrapped around the stump of his tail. The dressing had been changed with as much care as possible, and he had painkillers now, but the helpless rage he felt nearly choked him.

He was covered and helped to sit up. A cup with something he vaguely scented as water was brought to his mouth, but he spilled most of it when he blindly tried to take hold of it himself. The cup was taken away, and he heard the faint sound of it being filled again.

"Here, I'll help you this time."

"Why don't you fuck off and die? That would be a lot of help," Radditz snarled.

"Shut up and drink. Dehydration isn't going to do you any good at all," the voice said. Despite the harsh words, there was a hint of amusement behind them. The hands helping him sit up and hold the cup to his lips were gentle.

Hands that had cut his tail off.

Sick and exhausted, Radditz drank anyway, hoping it was poisoned. The water was cool and wonderful as it rolled down his dry throat. He drank greedily, until the cup was taken away. He growled in weak protest.

"Take it slow, or you'll sick all of that back up. When you can show me your stomach can deal with water, we'll explore the mysteries of food."

The thought nauseated Radditz. Apparently it was obvious, because there was a brief laugh from somewhere above and in front of him.

"No hurry. You and I don't have anything to do for a while but wait, so we might as well get you healthy again."

"Your concern is just unbelievably fucking touching, shithead."

A snort. "Don't take it hard. You and I've a long way to go together. I just had to make sure you wouldn't be too big a pain in the ass. After all, I had to wait so long to get you."

Radditz flipped off the air in front of him randomly. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

"It's nothing personal. In fact, all you have to do now is heal up. Don't worry about your tail. I left enough of it for it to regenerate, if you live long enough."

"You know Vejiita-sama won't allow any ransom payment, don't you? Not for his family, not for mine. He made it law."

"Are you whining? Don't fret yourself, boy. I'm not interested in ransom."

Radditz felt weak and sick again. He fought not to throw up. "Then why?"

"Because life is a hundred years too short to be bored by any part of it."

A pause. Radditz hadn't anything at all to say to that.

"Here, boy. Let's try a little more water."

Tbc.