Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ Get Up ( Chapter 12 )

Down With The Sickness

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Combinations of Trunks, Gohan, Goten, Gokou, and Vejita

Warnings: incest, yaoi, incest, lemon, incest, violence, incest, smut… incest.

Summary: Trunks and Gohan are both in love… with their own special loves.

(Don't assume anything!) However, when they start to notice others, they begin to wonder…

Author's Notes: Maddening analogies, Saiyajin being mad, possible mild OOC for Gokou despite my attempts, and "blood dept" completely ripped off from Xero Sky's "Absolution"

Get Up:

It was almost dreamlike, the way Vejita appeared in the window, wind blowing his hair, caressing his skin. His clothes were simple and familiar, a tight spandex blue gi that left so little to the imagination. His eyes, for the first time in centuries it seemed, were soft and careless. The Saiyajin no Ouji sat on the windowsill of Gohan's bedroom, a soft smile on his face, watching the young warrior intently. Somewhere in all the madness, Gohan had dozed off, and had awoken under the harsh determined eyes of Vejita.

"Bet that's uncomfortable." The words were accompanied by a smirk.

Gohan's eyes followed Vejita's. He yanked the blankets over the bulge in his shorts with a furious blush. Hands and blanket over his arousal, he turned sharply, glaring at the prince. "Get the fuck out of here! My father's over there and he's going to kill both you and Trunks!"

"Mm-hmm…" Vejita purred, smirk growing as he rose from the window and paced across the room, kicking aside the books and clothes that lay in his path. Gohan swallowed, sliding back to the edge of his bed as Vejita approached. Vejita reached the bed, leaning over and staring down at the sweaty little demi that was frozen beneath him, almost falling over the edge of the mattress. Gohan's hands tightened around the fitted sheets, staring into obsidian eyes, waiting for them to suddenly start glowing red and fangs to sprout from beneath the prince's lips.

It was then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something in Vejita's grip. Desperate for anything that would get the prince to stop towering over him and gazing at him like he was dinner, Gohan reached out for the bag. "What's this?" he exclaimed, voice cracking with nervousness. Vejita's hand encircled Gohan's throat before he could move more than an inch, shoving the young warrior down flat against the bed, head hanging over the edge. "Nothing much, Gohan," the prince growled, climbing on the bed and straddling the younger man's hips. Gohan gasped as he felt Vejita's bulge brush against his.

The bag was placed atop Gohan's chest. It was large, solid black, and quite heavy. Almost hungrily, Vejita licked his lips as he pulled back the zipper. "Piccolo gave me this idea when I saw him with… well…" Vejita trailed off with a dark chuckle. "It doesn't matter. I call it my Pleasure Bag." A large bottle was withdrawn, but the scuffle resulting from the search caused a rattle of what sounded like chains within. Gohan's midnight eyes widened with fear and he struggled against the weight. Unfortunately, it only caused more friction between their pelvises, and in return earned a quiet moan from the elder warrior.

"NO! DAMN YOU!"

"Mmm…" Vejita chuckled, placing the bag atop the pillows just an arms length away. Gohan turned his head aside, staring at the bag as it was placed out of his reach. "I hope you're fond of raspberry lubes," Vejita chuckled. Gohan's gaze snapped to the prince and he stared hatefully at the bottle. "You faggot," Gohan spat.

Vejita crooked a brow, but only rolled his eyes at the insult.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Gohan shouted, ki forming around his body. The burning energy barely caused Vejita to glare. He sat aside the lube and grabbed the edge of Gohan's shorts, pulling them down to release the aching shaft beneath. "Are you telling me, Gohan, that you don't want this?" He eyed the length, tongue darting out to moisten dry lips. "Because, it looks to me like you do."

"I don't want you!" Gohan snarled.

Vejita smirked. "Well, I'm normally not one to be submissive, but every now and then I'm willing to try something new." He crooked a brow suggestively.

Gohan's lips parted, and the young warrior was speechless. Was Vejita serious? Wide eyes stared at the still royalty above him as Vejita's hungered gaze roamed over Gohan's sculpted body. This couldn't be right. This was Vejita! He was sadistic and demonic, not… not sexy. Oh GOD! Gohan screamed mentally as a hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked slowly. He jerked, hands shredding the sheets. "I…" he moaned. "I… I don't get it!"

Vejita watched as Gohan's back arched against his movements. Wasn't that sweet? The boy wanted an explanation. How… predictable. "Poor pretty little slut," he grinned, leaning over to grab the lube. Gohan whimpered as Vejita released his now throbbing cock and empty a small portion into his hands. "You've always wanted me, Gohan," Vejita said matter-of-factly. "Ever since you were a kid, I saw it in your eyes. You'd chosen me for a rut-mate before you'd even realized who I was… what I was." Vejita's gaze narrowed as he glared at Gohan. "You've got a bad weakness for evil, kid. Me… Piccolo…" he grinned. "I bet you were even hard when you were fighting Cell."

Gohan's gaze widened and he snarled, trying to swing a fist at Vejita. The wet hand circled his arousal before the blow struck, and Gohan was frozen in place as the scented wetness engulfed his rigid flesh. He collapsed against the sheets, whimpering like a dog and thrusting up into the fist.

Laughing at the weakness, Vejita leaned downwards, brushing his lips against Gohan's. The younger senshi almost instantly responded, leaning upwards with a pure feral need that the young demi didn't understand. The gentle touch only lasted a moment, however, before Vejita bit down on the skin of Gohan's bottom lip. Blood flowed from the newly created wound, spilling into both mouths and exchanged amid the violent kiss. Gohan mewed and moaned against Vejita, his hands wrapping around the prince's neck, trying to draw their bodies closer.

Vejita pulled away, licking his lips. "You don't want it? I won't force you." He moved to leave the bed.

Hand snapping out, Gohan grabbed Vejita's wrist, yanking him back. Flushed cheeks accompanied lust-filled eyes. "No, please, don't. I want it."

"You want it?" Vejita returned, gently pushing Gohan back against the sheets, settling between his thighs. "But Gohan… you said you didn't want me."

Gohan growled, bucking his hips against Vejita's arousal. It only caused the smirk on the royal Saiyajin's face to grow. His hand wandered across Gohan's chest, tracing the outlined muscles. "Gohan… Gohan… you don't understand, do you? This can't work. I'm a bad, bad man. I'm not capable of love. It'll only be a wild fuck, and you're too good of a person to do that."

The sarcasm was not lost on Gohan, nor was the irony. However, he couldn't take the strain in his shaft anymore. Shoving Vejita back, Gohan straddled the elder Saiyajin and ripped the cloth of his gi down, parting the elastic material with force and leaving the tanned perfect skin exposed. Vejita leaned back against the pillows, eyelids sliding closed with a quiet purr of pleasure and amusement.

Scowling at the relaxed look on Vejita's face, Gohan reached over and grabbed the abandoned bottle of lube. He'd make that peaceful expression disappear. Hoisting Vejita's hips up, Gohan ripped away the rest of the material, tossing it over his shoulder with a grunt of annoyance.

When the cloth landed, so did Gohan… on the floor a good three feet away.

"Cocky little bastard," Vejita snarled, crossing the room and leaning down over the fallen demi, grabbing the bottle of raspberry lube and tossing it out the window. A bird squawked in pain from the contact, followed by a thud, then silence. Vejita knelt down at Gohan's side, grabbing the demi by the throat and hoisting him up, their noses inches from one another. "Your fantasy world ends here, kid. You want me. You can't stop thinking about me. How many times have you jacked off with my name on your lips?" Vejita shoved Gohan back against a nearby dresser, sliding forward and pressing their lips together hungrily. Vejita wrapped his hands around Gohan's thighs, drawing his legs apart and positioning himself in the puckered entrance. "When you get cocky, boy, you get punished," Vejita growled as he pulled away from the kiss.

Gohan cried out as Vejita slammed into him. Skin tore inside, blood dripping around the shaft that had intruded. Vejita grunted at the tightness, grasping Gohan's hips to drive himself all the way inside. Tears stained the warrior's eyes as he struggled not to cry out, neither wanting to give Vejita any more sick satisfaction than the prince already possessed nor any more control. "I don't care if you deny it. I don't care if you accept it." Each sentenced was emphasized with a thrust. Gohan's back arched against the hard wood, shaft striking the timber with each of Vejita's movement. "You want it, and I need a competent fuck." Vejita grunted, nails piercing Gohan's skin. "It's not love. It won't ever be love." Two sets of midnight gazes met. Pale cheeks were flushed; tanned skin was sweaty.

With a final thrust, Gohan sobbed as his nerve center was struck. He collapsed forward against Vejita, crying out as his essence shot across their flesh. His entrance convulsed around the prince's shaft, and with a snarl, Vejita followed.

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TBC