Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not making any profit.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Kakarott x Vegeta.

 

Heavy Bond

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Redmarshin

 

Part 6

 

Kakarott moved about in the bed.

 

He listened to the thunder outside. The air in the room was cool but not cold, just right enough for his feverish skin. Kakarott was in the room the count gave him to stay in and was having a hard time to get asleep. The bed was very comfortable and he liked how the silk covers were sliding against his naked skin, calming his agitated body down. But he was thinking about what Velari didn't say, didn't want to say. Velari hushed up the fact tactfully that if he ignored his heat any longer he'd end up fucking with hell knows whom. Though, he even didn't know that Jaron at all anyway.

 

Velari was suggesting using an opportunity while he still was able to use one. The thing was…it felt not right. Somewhere in the back of his head it felt disgusting. Velari had been talking about all this ordeal like it everything would be so simple… Just bang with Jaron until it passed and come back to the castle as though nothing were the matter. As if. Maybe. He didn't ever have any sexual relationship before and it was hard for him to imagine himself in the role Velari suggested. Who in the hell was that Jaron anyway?!

 

Kakarott tossed about in the bed. He nuzzled his face into the soft pillow then sighed again. He yawned loudly and snuggled into the covers...

 

…The crack between the door to his room and the wall began to become wider. Kakarott saw a shadow sneaking in. He tensed but then relaxed after recognizing the intruder's scent. Any other time it probably would have scared the hell out of him, but now he somehow knew that it didn't present any danger. He watched the shadow nearing his bed then stand at his side.

 

“How did you get in?” Kakarott wanted to sound stern, but his voice reminded a purr.

 

“You're displeased?”

 

“Noo…” Kakarott quickly shook his head, shifting his body closer to the edge, closer to the shadow. He felt the other's eyes bore directly through him. He felt himself turn hot.

 

There was a light chuckle. “Figures…”

 

An arm reached to grab Kakarott by his nape. Kakarott groaned into hot mouth against his as he was lifted slightly from the bed and his upper body was pressed against another body. Kakarott's arms wrapped around the body before him. He thoroughly enjoyed the mouth that was roughly pressed to his, almost bruising his lips. Kakarott shifted his body eagerly even closer, asking for more as the kiss turned into a hundred kisses, wet licks and nips at his mouth. The other just laughed softly at his enthusiasm.

 

Kakarott felt being pushed back into the bed. He blushed fiercely as the covers were pulled away from his body. Usually he didn't wear anything while sleeping. He lowered his eyes away from his mate's observing gaze.

 

“Nice. So convenient,” Vegeta smirked, before leaning into Kakarott.

 

Kakarott shivered violently under the fingers that began their trailing path from his chest then went down his stomach, caressing each muscle. He tensed in anticipation and embarrassment as the hand went lower and lower. He almost jumped out of the bed as the hand didn't exclude his erect member out of its path. Kakarott groaned loudly his approval and arched his hips higher into the teasing hand. He was aching and leaking.

 

The before inexperienced closeness and caresses, not to mention his heat, were working his body up. Kakarott shivered and almost groaned after hearing a husky chuckle. He purred as velvety lips surrounded his left nipple then, after the sharp teeth probed his skin there and later the wet tongue gave him several soothing licks, he felt the other's body press him down into the bedding.

 

Kakarott's eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of so much naked skin against his. He shivered in anticipation as he was turned around and his thighs were spread wide. In a daze of pleasure he felt himself being stretched and filled. He moaned his contentment loudly while the length was sliding in then gripped tightly onto the sheets as it began moving back and forward. He pressed his cheek into the covers and raised his backside higher, eager to get everything that the working member inside him had to give. His own quick pants mixed with grunts above his back and he was ready to praise that whoever had thought such a wonderful thing called sex.

 

He was near, his backside pushing against him pleasuring hips in fervor and abandonment. He trashed around the length inside him as his mate sealed his claim once again, breaking the skin on his neck.

 

He came hard and spasmodically, his seed coating some of his chest and the covers under him.

 

Kakarott gasped for air while his body was still pleasurably numb with just experienced ride. He was pressed into the mattress, his mate's body still over and inside him. He could hear his mate panting on top of him, his short puffs feeling wonderful on his sweaty neck. He heard himself purr at the feeling of everything: the statement, closeness and warmth; he turned his head to the side.

 

“I'm glad that you came here,” he purred to Vegeta.

 

XXXXX

 

“Kakarott, are you deaf?” Velari lost his patience as after his knocks Kakarott didn't answer. He opened the door. He was a bit worried to hear some sounds wafting in the room's air. Velari stepped in, but then faltered. He looked at Kakarott who was naked writhing on the bed. There were the scents of heat and seed everywhere in the air.

 

Deciding that Kakarott needed some time to himself, Velari retreated and closed the door behind himself.

 

XXXXX

 

“Hi,” Kakarott nodded at the two Saiyans who were already sitting at the table and eating breakfast. He circled the table. He was showered and fresh and in a much better mood than yesterday.

 

“Hi,” Velari greeted. He watched Kakarott's tail, which was swaying behind the younger Saiyan. He had never seen Kakarott's tail…loose. He scented the air unnoticeably. Kakarott was strongly musking. Suddenly, Velari felt uncomfortable.

 

“My lord,” Jaron nodded, his eyes skidding all over Kakarott's figure.

 

“Wrap your tail back,” Velari noted softly. He noticed Kakarott's face heat up, then the tail came to wrap back tightly around Kakarott's torso. Kakarott quickly sat down, squirming uncomfortably.

 

Velari noticed Jaron give him a displeased look. Jaron was nearing his heat too. He knew Jaron's cycle; they fooled around for long enough for him to memorize that.

 

They weren't attached to each other. They liked each other's company, but mostly it was lust that kept them together and made him come back to Hirian from time to time. Jaron was wonderful in bed. That's why he was sure that if Kakarott didn't get any from his brother, Jaron would be a perfect option for the virgin Saiyan. Jaron would take care of Kakarott well. Besides, he could see that Jaron didn't mind the thought. He didn't warn Jaron that he would be coming with the mate of the rightful firstborn to the throne of Vegeta-sei and ask such a favor. Though, Jaron himself seemed to be fascinated by the younger male and the idea that he could have what no one else could.

 

Jaron had always been an unreasonably reckless and ardent person. He could see that during this night, after giving some thought to the situation, Jaron was truly excited by the possibility to drag Kakarott into bed. Sure, to avoid being dead, Jaron would keep his mouth shut and so would Kakarott. Vegeta may not have any interest in his mate, but he would surely use any opportunity to have a reason to kill Kakarott and to instigate a war between the two planets and he himself didn't ever like the thought about the war.

 

They ate silently. Velari was glad that all this night he had spent in Jaron's bed. Otherwise he would have felt even more uncomfortable with that scent that Kakarott was giving off. Especially after in the morning catching Kakarott naked writhing on the bed and moaning his brother's name while thrusting into the mattress shamelessly.

 

Velari scented the air again. Kakarott was begging to be fucked. As Velari sat where he was perfectly able to see Jaron's face and eyes, he noticed that Jaron was ready to help Kakarott. The looks that Jaron was giving to Kakarott would have killed a nun on the spot. Kakarott was not a nun, but his reaction seemed to be close to that - Kakarott seemed to be panicky. Of course that was only exciting Jaron further.

 

Velari was glad to finally get away from the table after he finished eating and he almost took to his heels to have some fresh, untainted with pheromones, air.

 

He didn't know what happened between Kakarott and Jaron while he was away but after he came back, as soon as he entered the count's castle he saw the suitcases packed and all ten guards drawn up next to them. He stood there as a complete idiot staring at the suitcases and the guards who were just blinking back at him.

 

“We are leaving,” Kakarott said in a calm but icy tone. He crossed the room in three steps and pushed a notebook and a paper-case that he didn't know where belonged to unceremoniously into Velari's hands. “And if you have some similar cunning plans again - tell me now, so that I would be able to avoid them,” he hissed at Velari in a low voice, pushing past him.

 

Velari just stood there, gripping the falling documents from the paper-case. He looked at Jaron who was standing in the doorway with a smoldering cigarette between his fingers, his eyes following Kakarott calmly while that was jerkily finishing packing things. Velari gave a questioning look to Jaron, but Jaron just shrugged at him and disappeared in the doorway while inhaling the smoke deeply. Velari noticed a swelling bruise under Jaron's left eye.

 

“What the fuck happened here?” Velari hissed silently at Korinto who now was stooping beside him, helping to catch the falling papers.

 

“Don't know, but he almost lost it,” Korinto muttered softly while putting the documents back into the paper-case. “He was shouting something almost incoherently at Jaron then, after we rushed in, he told us to fuck off then told us to pack and then finally said that we were coming back home.”

 

“Home? And Adela?” Velari muttered, his nervous eyes following Kakarott who was now shouting something at one of his guards and seemed to be ready to strike him.

 

“I don't think that he has thought so far yet…” Korinto mumbled. “To me he seems hardly coherent.”

 

Velari pushed the paper-case into Korinto's hands. “Hold it.” He went to Kakarott who was still shouting at his guard who was perplexed and worried that his new boss was going to kill him on the spot.

 

“Stop it,” Velari yanked Kakarott away from the guard. “Get a hold on yourself.” He would have slapped Kakarott after that thrashed madly in his grasp, if not for the fact that they were surrounded by the guards.

 

“Get your fucking hands off me, you fucking pervert!” Kakarott yelled, trying to turn around and land a hit on Velari.

 

“Out!” Velari motioned with his head for the guards. “Out, I said!” he roared at Kakarott's five guards who were still lingering in the hall. The guards vanished. Velari flattened Kakarott's front to one of the walls. “Calm the fuck down and tell me what happened.”

 

There was a look of pure annoyance on Velari's face as Kakarott growled and tried to thrown him off. He pushed Kakarott harder into the wall. The plaster began to crack under Kakarott's face.

 

“I'll kill you,” Kakarott managed to hiss through from pain clenched teeth.

 

“Sure you will,” Velari snorted. “First get stronger then boast.” He held Kakarott against the wall until he felt Kakarott's body relax. Then Velari loosened his grip, but Kakarott stayed mute for some time not intending to give him any explanation.

 

“I want to go home,” Kakarott said silently, slumping against the wall.

 

“Alright,” Velari nodded, though he knew that Kakarott was talking about home on Hetela. He loosened his hold on Kakarott even more. “What happened? Did he hurt you?”

 

Kakarott shook his head. He was silent for some time. “He kissed me. For fucks sake, he only kissed me,” he closed his eyes. “I'm so sorry, Velari…” Kakarott groaned in defeat.

 

Velari stared at Kakarott. He felt the urge to hysterically laugh. Sometimes that happened. Sure, why not Kakarott? Why not to let all bad things happen to Kakarott?! A bond mate. He should have figured that out. Kakarott wouldn't let anyone touch him, except Vegeta. Kakarott would instinctively not let anyone near him while he was in heat.

 

“Gods…” Velari breathed out, also giving up. Why Kakarott? He let go of Kakarott and slumped to sit on the floor. “Good that you didn't kill him,” he sighed after Kakarott dropped to the floor to join him in between the shattered plaster and wood pieces.

 

Kakarott cracked a wry smile. “Your brother is a bitch,” he declared.

 

Velari sighed. “I don't know how the bastard managed that.” He really didn't know. The intensity of the damn bond reminded of that of a hundred years old. Really, he didn't understand how Vegeta managed to do that to a man whom he truly hated. “Let's go home,” he sighed, standing up, reaching his hand out to Kakarott.

 

XXXXX

 

While eating breakfast, Velari watched Vegeta who was pretending to be interested in his meal. It was stewed pork for breakfast. Vegeta never really liked it. His brother had never asked why Kakarott and he came back so fast from that exploring trip. Although, from several glances, he could see that Vegeta was curious.

 

Kakarott had apologized Jaron. Jaron didn't exaggerate the incident too much. Kakarott was his lord, and any of Jaron's complaints were useless anyway. Besides, Jaron understood the situation; he was glad that Kakarott didn't smash his head. There were enough incidents with bonded mates; it could have ended much worse. Kakarott only punched him.

 

“And where's Kakarott?” the king asked Velari. It was clear for him that Velari knew about Kakarott much more than Kakarott's mate. “I thought I told him it's not nice to ignore common meals.”

 

“I think he's still sleeping, father,” Velari said. “And…” he faltered. “I don't think that it's a good idea for him to eat with us…”

 

“And why is that?” the king's brow rose. Then he turned to the door, which creaked and opened.

 

“Good morning,” Kakarott entered. “Sorry that I'm a bit late.” He turned to his usual seat next to Velari.

 

Vegeta scented the air. He turned to Kakarott. Kakarott noticed someone staring at him and raised his head. He almost shuddered under Vegeta's cold gaze. Velari noticed Kakarott turn pale. Velari could see that Kakarott wanted nothing more only to run away with the tail drooping between his legs.

 

Velari watched as Kakarott sat down and shifted uncomfortable. Kakarott was avoiding Vegeta's gaze. Velari felt a growl starting in his throat - now he had seen everything in his life - Vegeta was making Kakarott feel guilty because of such a natural thing as heat and he was succeeding in making feel Kakarott intimidated. Now, as the bond was strong enough, Kakarott was forced to react differently than he would in normal circumstances. His brother was such an asshole!

 

Vegeta glared at Kakarott again. Kakarott was in heat. The bastard came here to affect him and his plan was working… Walking around as a queen, with his tail wagging as that of a dog, arse put out, begging for a fuck! Damn slut. Vegeta snorted to himself while chewing on his bread.

 

Velari blinked suddenly noticing Vegeta's and Kakarott's eyes clash. He wasn't sure, but he thought that he saw Kakarott turn even whiter. But this time it wasn't fear. It was fury.

 

“And how was Hirian?” the king asked Kakarott after heavy silence of sounds of spoons and forks hitting the porcelain plates.

 

Kakarott shifted in his seat. “There's very nice scenery…” he gave a glance to Velari who almost burst out laughing after remembering that these were his words when he was complimenting Jaron's ass. “But the weather was pretty horrible; I didn't get to see much.”

 

“And why did you come back so early? Something happened?” the king was curious. Sure, he knew why Kakarott came back - he could perfectly scent that. But he was surprised that Kakarott went away the very time when his heat should have started and now came back; he knew perfectly what Velari had in mind by taking Kakarott to Jaron - Velari and Jaron's relationship was no secret to anyone.

 

“Yep,” Kakarott nodded. His suddenly angry eyes flashed. “I came back because I hoped that my cursed mate would finally come to his senses and would decide to do what any honorable mate would do - fuck me senseless,” he snorted, his eyes fixing on Vegeta angrily.

 

The table fell into a stunned silence. Even Vegeta stared at Kakarott, the fork stuck halfway to his mouth. He recovered first. “I'm not your damne-” he muttered.

 

“You fucker!” Kakarott screamed, jumping from his seat, his chair falling to the ground in the haste of his movements. “You damned fucker! You're fucking drooling over that damn table while watching me, and still are trying to deny it! I have never seen anyone so stupid! I can even scent your hard-on!” he pushed Vegeta, almost making him topple over with his chair. “Ask Velari if he has one!” Kakarott shouted in fury, brandishing his fists under Vegeta's nose.

 

“I'm not meddling into this,” Velari muttered, gulping down his wine. He was worried. Oh, how he was worried. Kakarott seemed to have lost plot completely.

 

Velari muttered something under his breath while filling his glass again. “Just stop fooling around and give him what he wants,” he mumbled to his brother. It seemed that Kakarott was going rather to jump Vegeta or kill Vegeta. He preferred the first one.

 

Vegeta jumped from his chair. “You're all fucking insane!”

 

“And what's this, you mother-fucker?!” Kakarott pointed at Vegeta's crotch.

 

“I'm not very sure if that was a very wise thing to do…” Velari sipped his wine after Vegeta gave a mighty growl, pushed Kakarott to the side, making him stumble, and left slamming the door behind him. “He'll be pissed off for weeks.”

 

“And as if I fucking care!” Kakarott yelled with his all might at the ceiling. The he got up from the floor. “It's his normal state to be pissed off!” he continued screaming. “I don't think that he has any other mood than to be pissed off all the time! Wrinkled up as an old man's ass! Oh, how I fucking hate him!” he hissed. “He can piss off and piss himself senseless! He can fucking-”

 

“Here, have a drink,” Velari held out a full wine bottle to Kakarott.

 

Kakarott grabbed the bottle and took a good gulp. “How I fucking hate him!” he cursed again, sitting back at the table, slamming the bottle back on the table.

 

“Velari,” the king sighed, “bring him to the dispensary after the breakfast. He clearly has an over-dosage of one or another hormone. And better keep him away from Vegeta or they'll kill or fuck each other to death.”

 

Velari nodded while watching still fuming Kakarott, who was still cursing and glaring at the table as if he'd be trying to scorch it with his glare. Velari had already been considering checking Kakarott's health after that outburst in Hirian.

 

“At least now I know the damn bond is not one-sided,” Kakarott growled taking another swig from his bottle. “Fucker. Mother-fucker. I'll fucking castrate him…” he muttered, tapping his fingers angrily on the table. “First fucking tie him to the bed and then castrate…”

 

“Immediately after the breakfast,” the king repeated to Velari.

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott was finally sleeping. Velari heaved a sigh of relief and closed the dispensary's door silently.

 

“And?” Korinto approached Velari.

 

“He's sleeping,” Velari brushed the sweat off his forehead. “For a moment there I thought that I'd have to knock him out by myself.”

 

“What did the doctor say?” Korinto asked, following Velari to sit on the arm-chair in the waiting room.

 

“He'll have to use one of these once a day,” Velari showed a small yellow bottle full of tiny pills. “It's nothing serious,” he sighed at Korinto's worried face. “As the doctor had put it: He became aggressive because of lack of sex. Because his body is trying to get him doing what it wants him to be doing by increasing some of hormones in his system several times.”

 

Korinto sighed. “The bond is working, isn't it?”

 

“At least for Kakarott,” Velari sighed, too. “I'm not so sure about Vegeta. He's reacting, but somehow it's…” he shrugged. “Don't know, we'll see.”

 

“He's damn stubborn,” Korinto snorted. “What the fuck was he thinking - did he think he was different or something? That he'd just bite Kakarott and that'd be all?” he sniggered.

 

Velari rubbed his forehead. “I think he was sure that he'd withstand the effects of the bonding. Idiot,” Velari muttered. “I'm afraid that while denying the bond he will hurt Kakarott. The pills are only for leveling testosterone. The doctor didn't give anything to quench the heat. He said that this should have been done before he went into heat. If he gave the pills now, they would simply make Kakarott sick or confuse his body even more and make him deranged.”

 

“Then what Kakarott is going to do?” Korinto asked, worry clear in his voice.

 

“Have no idea.”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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