Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heavy Bond ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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 7

 

Kakarott moaned softly before opening his eyes. He blinked at the day-light then tried to entangle himself from wet and sweaty sheets. He felt horrible. His head was swimming and he felt like he could puke at any moment.

 

After finally managing to peal the sheets away, he got up to reach the cupboard. The yellow pills Velari gave him were helping only to some extent - they were reducing his aggressiveness and anxiety, but they didn't do much about the heat itself. He was going crazy. It felt like his body didn't belong to him anymore - his head was full of swimming images and his body was reacting to every outside influence, such as various scents, sights and even voices. He couldn't calmly go past any other male. So he saw only one way out - to sit in his room. It was five days already as he didn't cross the boundaries of his room. But despite his expected improvement he wasn't getting any better, only worse. Finally, after he had noticed that he was hardly coherent anymore, he sent Korinto to bring him some soporifics. That had worked. Now he spent more time sleeping than torturing himself.

 

Yes, he did want Vegeta. He had to agree on that. Actually it wasn't possible to ignore the fact anymore. Despite at day he didn't see a big difference between his mate and any other male, his nights and soporifics induced sleep belonged only to Vegeta. All dreams he had involved his mate. Vegeta's eyes, Vegeta's lips, his mouth, his kisses, caresses, everything.

 

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After Velari entered Kakarott's room, the smell of illness struck him as a wet rag into the face. There were plenty of other scents: heat, sweat, sperm, but the main was that of illness. He quickly observed the room, trying to find Kakarott. He came to ask if everything was alright - Kakarott hadn't showed up in the dining room for several days and, despite Korinto had said that Kakarott asked someone to bring the food from the kitchen directly into his room, he felt worried.

 

Velari felt dizzy as his senses were attacked by so many overwhelming scents. He observed the room. Kakarott was lying on the bed. Something about the pose Kakarott was lying in made him troubled. Kakarott wasn't reacting to his presence either. Velari observed Kakarott closer.

 

“Gods,” Velari gasped. He quickly crossed the room and leaned down to Kakarott's pale face. It was clear that Kakarott was seriously ill. “Kakarott,” he called again. “Kakarott?” Velari frowned in worry. “Kakarott, wake up,” he shook the younger Saiyan.

 

Velari felt himself getting a tight knot in the pit of the stomach as Kakarott didn't show any reaction at all. Velari leaned lower and pressed his fingers to Kakarott's neck. He heaved a sigh of relief - for a moment there he had thought that Kakarott was dead.

 

“Kakarott!” Velari fruitlessly slapped the younger Saiyan on the face. “Oh my fucking god,” Velari whispered as his eyes caught the sight of two small bottles next to the bed on the cupboard. He felt his throat go dry. He grabbed the bigger bottle from the cupboard and threw the sheet away from Kakarott then pulled Kakarott's unresisting and limp body into his arms. He simply kicked the door out of its hinges not having time to open it normally and ran. On his way he ordered some guard to call to the doctors at the hospital and get them prepared to threat the poisoning incident.

 

He simply couldn't believe that the silly kid could have done that. The small brown bottle wasn't empty; he could hear the pills rattling. Kakarott probably had simply overdosed - the kid probably miscalculated his own bodily reactions while in heat. He hoped that it was like that. He really hoped. He hoped that it was not his silly brother who could have brought Kakarott to this.

 

“What the…” Vegeta the last minute managed to avoid colliding with his brother. He hovered in the air for several seconds, staring at his brother's quickly retreating back. Velari didn't even slow down.

 

Vegeta felt a growl rise up his throat as his nose caught the strange combinations of scents: Kakarott, Velari, heat, illness, Kakarott in heat, Velari's scent mixing with Kakarott's.

 

Vegeta went after his brother. He caught up with Velari only after they left the castle. “What in the hell?!” Vegeta asked after seeing Kakarott in Velari's arms. He got disturbed after seeing Kakarott's pale face and Kakarott's freely dangling head over Velari's arm.

 

“He got poisoned,” Velari answered not turning around.

 

“How?” Vegeta shouted against the wind, following Velari.

 

“And how do you think, you fucking freak?!” Velari hissed, turning his head to his brother but not stopping flying forward. Finally the worry and anger got over him. “Sleeping pills!”

 

Vegeta could hear by the tone and see by the anger contorted face that it was better not to answer anything this time. Velari was on the verge of killing someone. As Kakarott was almost dead anyway, it was him who was nearest Velari. Actually he didn't even have any wish to say anything; he didn't know WHAT to say in the first place.

 

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Velari watched the doctors clustering around Kakarott. As the doctors were busy tending to Kakarott, nobody was able to tell him anything. He just hoped that it wasn't too late.

 

Velari watched the crowd for some time then turned around and left. He couldn't do anything anyway, besides he needed to inform Kakarott's father about this. If Kakarott died without Bardock even knowing about any illness, the war would be guaranteed.

 

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He gazed at Kakarott's pale face. There were several machines attached to Kakarott's body. The doctors had told that Kakarott was going to be alright. Kakarott just needed some peace and rest.

 

He adjusted the white cover that had slipped down Kakarott's bare chest then reached out to gently brush several locks away from Kakarott's forehead. Kakarott's forehead was cool and a bit damp. He felt relieved as Kakarott inhaled deeply, shifted under his arm then Kakarott's eyelids fluttered open. “Kakarott?”

 

Kakarott's eyes fixed slowly on the face before him. There was Vegeta leaning over him. Staring at him. He could feel Vegeta's hand on his chest, near his neck. Vegeta came to kill him.

 

Kakarott panicked.

 

“Shhh, Kakarott, calm down,” Vegeta tried to hold the struggling Saiyan down. “I don't-” He could see that Kakarott's eyes were full of fear and panic. He heard his own clothes tearing as Kakarott's fingers tore at them, while trying to push him away. Kakarott wasn't shouting. Vegeta could hear only rasp breathing and grunts while Kakarott was fighting him. He tried to keep Kakarott from flouncing about to prevent Kakarott hurting himself, but because Kakarott was very weak he was afraid to use more of his strength.

 

There was a loud pounding in his ears and his head was swimming. He was trying to wriggle away from that painful grasp but each time would end up only in a tighter one. He was too weak. Vegeta was going to crush him like a newborn kitty.

 

“Vegeta!” Velari hissed, crossing the room in three steps. At first he just froze at the door after seeing two men grapple, but his surprise wore off immediately as he realized that his brother would kill Kakarott if he did nothing.

 

Vegeta turned around to see his brother.

 

“Let him go immediately,” Velari grabbed Vegeta by his neck, tossing him away from Kakarott. “Get out,” he bared his canines at his older brother. He stood between Kakarott and Vegeta. “If you ever come near him again, I swear, I'll fucking kill you. And be sure I'll tell about this to the king.”

 

Vegeta turned his gaze from his brother to Kakarott who was sitting in the bed, his breath rash and body shaking. Kakarott was watching him with his big eyes, his all body leaning to Velari's as if seeking for any kind of protection. Vegeta bared his canines back at his brother.

 

“Go away,” Velari growled threateningly at Vegeta.

 

Silently, Vegeta watched Velari for several seconds longer. Then he turned around and left. He didn't see any point in staying here any longer anyway - at the moment Velari wouldn't have believed a word he said.

 

“Shh…calm down,” Velari turned to Kakarott after Vegeta left. Kakarott was shaking, his breath coming in short, quick gasps. “It's okay,” Velari sat down on the bed next to Kakarott. He brushed over Kakarott's hair then embraced him. “It's okay,” Velari circled his hand soothingly over Kakarott's back. Kakarott was clinging to him desperately. “He isn't ever going to come close to you. It's about the time the king got to know about all this.”

 

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Several days had passed after Kakarott's poisoning until he heard that Kakarott felt much better. It appeared that Kakarott had only overdosed the pills. He was unbelievably glad of it. During the dinner his father had asked Velari how Kakarott was doing, Velari answering that Kakarott was discharged from the hospital and was resting in his chambers. He hoped that this time could talk with his mate without any interference. He hoped that this time Kakarott wouldn't freak out after seeing him.

 

After the dinner, he immediately turned to Kakarott's door. He was a bit surprised to see four guards at it. He simply ignored them and went to the door.

 

“Your Highness…” one of the guards that were standing next to his mate's door, shifted uncomfortably after Vegeta reached his hand to the doorknob. “We got the orders not to let anyone in.”

 

He looked at the guards intently. “You forgot whose orders are priority?”

 

The guard shifted under his gaze uncomfortably. “Your Highness, we got the orders from the King.”

 

He gritted his teeth. Velari knew that his word against the firstborn's wasn't worth much, so his brother ran to his father. Little bastard. Though, he couldn't blame Velari - after what Velari saw, it was no wonder that Velari went to the king. Now it was public. Everything was out - probably his father had granted Velari's request for Kakarott's protection, which meant that now Kakarott was forbidden to him. So now if there still was anyone who didn't know why Kakarott had always been accompanied by his guards and Velari, this time everybody would know against whom Kakarott had been protected. It was such a shame. His mate was in heat and he wasn't even allowed to see Kakarott. If earlier he didn't give a damn about that, now he would have given everything to change the situation.

 

He stared at the chamber door and the guards for some time. He could pass them, of course. He could splash them around, but he would only cause panic. After hearing the tumult behind his door Kakarott would probably simply freak out and never listen to him. He would make it only worse.

 

“Your Highness?”

 

Vegeta turned around to look at the servant behind his back. “What now?” he growled.

 

The servant bowed. “The King asks his Highness's immediate presence in the Meeting Hall.”

 

That didn't promise any good. It was probably because of the recent events. Shit.

 

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“Hi,” Velari entered Kakarott's room. He saw Kakarott sitting at the window on a big couch, several pillows under his back. Kakarott still didn't look healthy: his face had an unhealthy pale color and there were several sweat droplets on his forehead. Actually Kakarott wasn't improving. After Kakarott stopped drinking soporifics, he again became dizzy and almost delirious. Velari could also smell arousal's scent in the air.

 

“Hello,” Kakarott nodded. He shifted, turning to Velari to better to see him. “How was the dinner?”

 

Velari shrugged. “As usual.” He crossed the room, passing the closet and the huge bed with canopy, and sat down at the other end of the couch against Kakarott. He felt a bit dizzy himself while inhaling the pheromones Kakarott was emitting. “How do you feel?”

 

Kakarott just shook his head. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows. “It's fucking embarrassing,” he exhaled.

 

“There's nothing embarrassing in that,” Velari disagreed. He could see that Kakarott had troubles with concentrating. Kakarott was suffering, suffering because his mate not only wasn't interested in Kakarott but also completely refused acknowledge Kakarott as his mate at all. He shifted then. “Your father is here.”

 

“What?!” Kakarott straightened, his eyes widening. “How?! Is he here? Now?! Gods, no…” Kakarott winced, lowering his head. “No… Please no…”

 

“I thought it would be the best for him to know what's going on.”

 

Suddenly, Kakarott's body shook. He raised his eyes that now were flashing with angry fires at Velari. “Bastard! You have been waiting for this, haven't you?!” he hissed. “You want the damn war too, don't you?! You fucking-” he was cut off by Velari's hand on his mouth.

 

“Shush,” Velari removed his hand away from Kakarott's lips. He was leaning over Kakarott, his body almost overlying Kakarott's. “Your hormones are raging and you're talking nonsense,” he sighed at now silent Kakarott, watching Kakarott's desperate eyes. “What do you think I was supposed to do?” he knew Kakarott understood, but he felt the urge to talk, to believe that words could make things better than they were. “I was afraid that if you suddenly died, the war would break through. I HAD to contact Bardock and explain what happened.”

 

“What I'm going to tell him now?” Kakarott groaned. “Gods…” he pressed his fingers to his temples trying to soothe the headache that was beginning to split his head. “Why…?” All that worrying while pumped with hormones made him jumpy and delirious. He just felt miserable and defeated. Now everybody was going to know what was going on between him and Vegeta. The worst part was that his father would know that. Now he was even afraid to meet Bardock - he didn't know how he would look his father into the eyes.

 

“Calm down,” Velari sighed, leaning back, getting off Kakarott. “Nothing is your fault here. My father is talking to him now. I think they'll have a word with Vegeta. Or worse. We'll see how all this is going to end.” He felt helpless as Kakarott turned away from him to the window, his shoulders shaking. Was Kakarott crying? That wouldn't be surprising considering the circumstances. “Come here,” Velari moved over to Kakarott. He embraced the younger Saiyan from the back and leaned Kakarott to his chest. “Everything is going to be alright. You'll see,” he soothingly whispered.

 

“You're fucking lying,” Kakarott whispered back, resting his head on Velari's shoulder.

 

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He didn't know what his father, Bardock and Vegeta had been talking about and what they decided in the end. He hadn't been invited and, to tell the truth, he had no wish to go there - he knew they wouldn't be able to help Kakarott anyway. While passing the Meeting Hall, he had heard shouts, curses. Those hadn't been only Vegeta's. Besides his brother's loud voice he could hear Bardock. Of course Bardock was furious; his only son had almost died and Vegeta's tail was being scorched for this. In addition, he didn't feel any compassion for his brother. Not this time. Earlier he and his brother would have stood up for each other. Not any more. Vegeta was getting what was deserved. Vegeta had seen how ill he had made Kakarott, he had seen how he made Kakarott suffer. He could also bet that the bastard had been enjoying each hurtful breath Kakarott took.

 

No more. He had been thinking a lot about that today: Kakarott was ill, the cure was known and he finally decided that he was going to give Kakarott what his moron brother was too stupid to give; Kakarott can't be tortured like this anymore. Kakarott had hardly been coherent this past week.

 

“Hey,” Velari silently greeted after closing the door behind him. He was met by the darkness; Kakarott was sleeping already. Velari heard the bed-linen rustle then his already to the darkness adjusted eyes saw Kakarott raise his head from the pillow. Velari approached the bed.

 

“Velari?” Kakarott asked sleepily. He looked around, confused as if expecting to get some explanation as to why Velari was in his chambers in the middle of night. “I didn't hear the knock,” Kakarott finally yawned, pulling himself up on his elbows. “Something happened?” he asked then, his eyes slowly concentrating on Velari's dark figure that now was standing beside him.

 

“No, everything is alright,” Velari shook his head, slowly sitting down on Kakarott's bed, making the bed sink a bit under his weight. “And you didn't hear the knock because I didn't knock.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“And there's only Korinto behind the door. I dismissed the others.” Velari guessed that if it were light enough, he would see a great confusion on Kakarott's face. Now he was able to only see reflecting light in Kakarott's eyes. “Kakarott,” he leaned to the younger Saiyan, “I-”

 

“What are you doing?” Kakarott knit his brows in confusion as Velari's face was almost next to his. For one ridiculous moment there he thought that Velari was going to kiss him. Kakarott felt confused by the scents that Velari was giving off. Velari was very nervous and at the same time very aroused. He frowned as he felt Velari's hand on his nape. “What-”

 

“Shush.”

 

And he did hush. As Velari's mouth pressed to his, as Velari's hand entwined firmly into the hair at his nape, as through the thin cover he felt Velari's body press into his naked one, he did hushed. He was in shock. He had no idea what to say, though he had pretty clear idea what was happening to his body.

 

“Relax,” Velari whispered into Kakarott's ear, after he let go of Kakarott's lips.

 

“Uih?” Kakarott murmured into Velari's neck, staring at Velari's thick hair in the darkness.

 

“Just relax,” Velari repeated, one of his hands sliding Kakarott's with silk covered side, bringing the material down with his hand and revealing Kakarott's skin to the air. He was aware that despite Kakarott's confusion, his bodily scent had increased.

 

“Mrq?” he managed before Velari reclaimed his lips again. “Haah!” his mouth opened as Velari's palm brushed over his lower stomach making his muscles clench and unclench spasmodically. He gasped again and rolled his head away from Velari's searching lips to get some air and to try to gather his wits. But it didn't work: through the thin silk covers he was able to feel Velari's body pressing into him which made him even dizzier. Velari didn't wear much. It was probably some light sleeveless T-shirt and some very thin pants. He could feel every Velari's curve. Velari was in bed, with him.

 

He panted there for several seemingly so long seconds and couldn't believe that Velari's warm hand was running up and down his now bare side. He turned his head back to Velari. He stared at Velari's face in the darkness and, after Velari's lips again descended on his, he accepted it; accepted that mouth over his, that tentatively searching tongue, that timid hand that was caressing his side, accepted that nervously throbbing heart that he could feel through Velari's thin shirt. Accepted that divine scent and increasing dizziness. Accepted so feverishly that it even scared him.

 

“Shhh… It's okay,” Velari purred, trying to convince them both. He pressed Kakarott firmer under him after Kakarott tried to push him away. He brushed his lips over Kakarott's nervously throbbing throat, feeling Kakarott swallow. Kakarott's hands were still set against Velari's chest.

 

Kakarott was wildly staring at Velari.

 

“B-but…it's…” Kakarott muttered after Velari smiled at him reassuringly.

 

“You do know…” Velari, despite Kakarott's palms on his chest, leaned to soothingly claim Kakarott's lips then shortly released them, “that there's no other way.”

 

No, there wasn't. He arched into Velari's hand as the older man's warm hand proceeded with its journey. No, there was no other way and he knew that; either now or he was going to go crazy. Vegeta wasn't going to come to him as he did in that dream.

 

He felt Velari's body relax and could hear that the nervous heart-thud that he was able to hear before was calming down. Then Velari shifted and Kakarott felt the cover leave his body completely. He was glad that he couldn't see Velari, he could feel his cheeks heat up; nobody had ever seen him naked. He considered opening his eyes and checking out Velari's reaction, but didn't find the strength: his body was shaking with fine tremors that were caused by Velari's hand running up his stomach then chest and then returning back, to the side and then to his hip, where it gave a gentle squeeze which, despite lightness almost made him gasp.

 

“Kakarott, relax. Just enjoy it. Don't be so tense.”

 

Kakarott nodded to the side where he could hear Velari's voice. Though, he had no idea how to make himself not so tense. In spite of being almost painfully aroused, somewhere in the back of his head he still was considering an escape plan. He was a bit relieved when Velari came back to kissing him; Kakarott had done that several times before, and he felt much better in the territory he knew.

 

After noticing the kisses working on Kakarott calmingly, Velari gave more attention to that. He was delighted as, after several seconds, Kakarott's tongue tentatively joined his. Velari accepted the play gladly and cupped Kakarott's head to deepen the kiss. Kakarott startled under Velari as that expressed his approval with a loud purr into his mouth, but Velari quickly coaxed Kakarott back into the tongue play.

 

After Velari helped Kakarott to remove the shirt he was wearing, Kakarott became more and more daring. Kakarott's body wasn't giving him any other option; Kakarott was in heat and all the lust he had been ignoring earlier, came back with a crashing force. Kakarott was copying Velari's moves and trying to return the caresses he was giving.

 

Velari enjoyed every timid Kakarott's touch. Kakarott's hands were sliding up and down Velari's arms, shoulders and back. Then finally Kakarott overcame his shyness completely and one Kakarott's hand entangled into Velari's long locks behind his back, another Kakarott's hand at first settled on Velari's waist then slid down into his pants tentatively, to his buttock. Velari couldn't leave that unrewarded and expressed his approval with a loud groan and nip at Kakarott's neck. Kakarott answered to that with a purr, his whole body leaning into his, asking for more bare skin and attention. Velari found other Kakarott's hand in his heavy hair, brought it out of it and guided over his chest to the band of his pants. It was the time for Kakarott to explore more.

 

Kakarott didn't waste time and soon they both hissed at the feel of two hardnesses pressing against each other. Kakarott seemed to be too impatient to learn. Velari couldn't blame him; he could see and feel that Kakarott was on the brink of self-control. For several seconds, Velari stared at the younger panting and gasping male underneath him and that was it, - then he let himself lose the plot.

 

Kakarott grunted loudly as Velari rocked their hips together then nibbled at his throat again. Kakarott arched his body into Velari. Velari's hand slid in between Kakarott's thighs to stroke their inside. Velari's mouth began to bath Kakarott's chest. Kakarott's head fell back on the pillow as the fire in his body intensified tenfold. Velari reached for Kakarott's tail that was writhing incoherently next to Kakarott. But his hand stopped not reaching the tail; he didn't have a right to touch Kakarott's tail. Instead he began his licking and nibbling journey down Kakarott's neck, his nipples, taut stomach and finally navel. Unnoticeably he worked himself in between Kakarott's thighs.

 

While kneeling between Kakarott's thighs, he ran his hands up the both milky thighs and just couldn't believe that his brother was such an idiot to refuse and spurn that. He leaned his naked body into Kakarott's and feverishly claimed Kakarott's mouth again. He could scent Kakarott's pre-cum and knew that he should hurry up or Kakarott wasn't going to wait for him. He leaned a bit away and reached his hand between them. He heard Kakarott gasp at the contact and then Kakarott slightly arched as he was touched like this probably the first time. Gods above, his brother was such an idiot… He could hear Kakarott whimpering as he was slowly stroking Kakarott.

 

Velari was slowly running his hand up and down his length, making his stomach churn but wasn't giving what he wanted. He wanted to come. He whimpered in disapproval as suddenly almost all attention he had ceased and Velari turned his attention to his pants that were earlier tossed on the bed, next to them. He was so aroused that it was painful and he felt like a complete idiot - he had no idea what he should do now. Velari's palm kept slowly stroking his chest, which, of course, was pleasant, but not enough.

 

Velari could see Kakarott's hands painfully gripping the sheets and he knew that he was torturing the younger male. He wanted to be sure that Kakarott was aroused enough; as he didn't have any lubricant with him, he wanted to be sure that Kakarott's body would produce enough of it. After taking care of the condom he moved back and pressed his fingers against Kakarott. Kakarott frowned at him in confusion. Velari stilled his groan by pressing his mouth to Kakarott's chest. He had had several partners, but this… Kakarott was so… Vegeta was such a damn fool…

 

“Relax now,” he muttered into Kakarott's chest while moving one Kakarott's leg out of his way.

 

Kakarott's eyes widened at the intrusion. He stared at Velari not blinking then loudly exhaled. It didn't hurt, it just felt damn strange to feel the fingers there. But also good, very intimate, arousing in a way. The fingers moved back and forward, scissored, stroked again.

 

“Gh,” Kakarott blinked in surprise at Velari as his hips jerked in response to something Velari's fingers brushed inside him. So this was how it felt to have one's pleasure spot stroking... “Mmm…” Kakarott closed his eyes as Velari assaulted that pleasurable place.

 

Velari shifted lower, his one hand still slowly working inside Kakarott. He wrapped Kakarott's left thigh over his waist then moved into position. Removed his fingers and slowly pressed in. “Gods,” he groaned after he was finally sheathed. He put his burning forehead to rest on Kakarott's shoulder.

 

“Fuck…” Kakarott grunted exhaling, his nails still deeply digging into Velari's shoulders. Then Kakarott let his back lean back into the bedding. It hurt. It wasn't anything as he had felt and seen in his dreams. He opened his eyes to equalize his feelings with the sight. “It hurts,” he complained to Velari huskily, as he didn't have a slightest idea what he was supposed to do or why Velari was lying still as now, according to his primitive knowledge, should have started the very action.

 

Velari raised his head to look at Kakarott. Kakarott's gaze was a bit accusing. The pain had moved Kakarott a bit out of his trance. “It has to be like that,” Velari murmured, stroking Kakarott's side gently. He leaned onto his hand that was next to Kakarott's neck. His other hand found Kakarott's sex. “It will get better, though,” he said, giving several full strokes to Kakarott's length. “See?” After Kakarott just nodded and closed his eyes to loudly groan, Velari tentatively shifted his hips to draw out then pushed forward. At first Kakarott shifted uncomfortably but after several thrusts more, began pushing back.

 

Velari purred in contentment and claimed Kakarott's lips again. He purred again as Kakarott answered eagerly.

 

They had a rhythm very quickly. Kakarott was clinging to Velari, Kakarott's head thrown back, mouth half open, gasping at each stroke, his hips moving in fast tune with Velari's. Velari knew that Kakarott's nails were going to leave deep marks on his back and shoulders, and shortly wondered how in the hell he was going to conceal them. Though, only shortly, because his mind wasn't able to concentrate on anything other but Kakarott's damp body underneath him.

 

“Ah… Aagh…Aaa!”

 

“Shh! Not so loud,” Velari panted out into Kakarott's shoulder crook, though, he knew that Kakarott didn't even hear him. Kakarott was lost in his wild dance, caring only about finishing it. He wondered how to keep Kakarott more silent to prevent his shouts echoing through the whole castle, but then Kakarott's gasps increased an octave more and Kakarott began to thrash under him.

 

“Gah…ghhmh…gh!” Kakarott arched. His thighs were almost crushing Velari's waist.

 

Velari pressed his palm to Kakarott's mouth to keep his partner silent then he vaguely felt Kakarott convulse and a warm spurt shot in the small place between his and Kakarott's stomachs. Velari let go of Kakarott's mouth, thrust through still clenched muscles and came himself.

 

It took several seconds to catch his breath then he rolled off Kakarott carefully. Suddenly, he felt uneasy as he his eyes met Kakarott's half-closed ones. But then Kakarott purred loudly, shifted even closer, cuddled to him and simply fell asleep.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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