Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Persistence ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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

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

 

Persistence

 

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

 

Part 3 (Don't miss chapter 2. I updated two chapters at once.)

 

Veliro watched Kakarott who was stretched on the lush grass and was dozing in the pleasant sun. He cast his eyes over Kakarott's bare chest then his gaze slid down Kakarott's side to his tail that was curled up at Kakarott's side. The tail was a rich brown color, long and puffy. It was a very beautiful tail, and he couldn't believe that to his full happiness it was missing only a white streak on the Kakarott's tail tip. It was so stupid! Now, when he knew that Kakarott had almost the same power an average Elite had, it was the only hindrance. Had Kakarott that white tail tip, he would bring Kakarott to his father and say: `This is my chosen one, you consent or not, I'm going to have him.' And his father wouldn't be able to do much. Oh, yes, he would probably try, but there wouldn't be much point. Now, if he only tried that, his father simply would wring Kakarott's neck. And he would be grounded for years. Only the color. What difference did the damn color make?! None. But his father and a bunch of others were bloody idiots who managed to see some connection between the white and brown colors and personality.

 

He wanted to see Kakarott all the time, wanted spend his time with Kakarott, in other words - was completely obsessed with Kakarott. And it hurt him to see that Kakarott doubted him. He even suspected that Kakarott thought that he was ashamed of him. They hardly went anywhere together. No, they went, but always calculatingly alone. Well, it was good, but Kakarott was no fool. Kakarott had his suspicions. And he was afraid that one day Kakarott simply would get tired of this. He didn't want Kakarott ever to leave.

 

Veliro silently moved closer to Kakarott and lay down on the lush grass beside Kakarott. He smiled seeing Kakarott's eyes open and concentrate on him. Veliro purred loudly when Kakarott smiled back and shifted, putting his head on his chest. Veliro blushed fiercely after his loud purr.

 

Kakarott laughed heartily. He brushed over Veliro's chest with his palm and snuggled closer. He liked when Veliro would lose his composure. Most of the time Veliro seemed to be uptight and tense, he liked to make this façade of Veliro's crumble. Kakarott lifted his head to smile at Veliro again. He noticed a faint blush on Veliro's nose. That was so sweet! He leaned to plant a quick kiss on Veliro's lips.

 

Veliro's hand fisted into Kakarott's hair to keep Kakarott in place to prolong the kiss. Veliro wanted to purr again - he loved these kisses. Veliro himself didn't have much experience in these things. His first kiss happened several years ago in one of banquets with a much older man than him. The man had followed Veliro into the bathroom and later just flattened him with his back to the wall. Veliro broke his nose for that slobbered kiss and after that Veliro never wanted to kiss again. Until Kakarott. Kakarott made something in him stir, Kakarott woke up something living and restless inside him. Veliro had been a bit disappointed when it appeared that, despite his natural shyness, Kakarott already had been kissing with someone before him, and possibly not with only one person because Kakarott was a much better kisser than him. He never asked - he was a bit afraid to look foolish - but he was a little upset with the possibility that Kakarott already might have slept with someone. That had made Veliro even more possessive about Kakarott. He couldn't even stand the thought of someone touching Kakarott.

 

Kakarott tasted sweet, exactly how he had imagined and dreamed all the time after they met. And he liked Kakarott's scent, liked it very much. For some reason now in higher society there was a fashion to mask natural scents with various perfumes. While some of them smelled nice, most of them simply made him dizzy and made his eyes water. And some persons never learned a lesson about being moderate: some of the persons he could scent not only long after they left, but also long before they arrived.

 

Kakarott's body scent was very pleasant. It was young, healthy and warm and it reminded of earth smell after the rain. Veliro broke the kiss and inhaled deeply. Kakarott's scent sometimes made him dizzy too, but for completely different reasons. He already knew Kakarott long enough to be able to recognize most of the changes in his scent: he knew when Kakarott was upset, when happy. He was able to recognize several other scents too. Like now.

 

Veliro's hand slid down Kakarott's back to perch on his waist. He lifted himself a bit to kiss Kakarott again. While kissing he slowly pushed Kakarott on the grass. With his other hand he carefully checked that there would be no stones or clods under Kakarott's back. Veliro wanted to try it. He was curious. Everybody liked it, why not?

 

Though it was clear that Kakarott had at least a bit more experience than him, somehow it always came to him when someone had to make a move. Veliro nuzzled Kakarott's exposed throat then gently bit down on Kakarott's earlobe. Not that he would prefer it otherwise, anyway.

 

Veliro now was pretty sure Kakarott was able to scent him. He was beginning to feel quite excited with anticipation, his excitement growing and mounting.

 

Veliro shifted lower, running his tongue down Kakarott's bare chest, his hand caressing Kakarott's side. He came back to graze and suck at Kakarott's neck that was exposed and waiting for him.

 

Veliro pressed their almost nude bodies together. He had never done this, but now it somehow was instinctual, he didn't feel awkward or tense. The more he caressed Kakarott and felt his body, the more he was sure about what he was doing. But he could tell that Kakarott was a bit tense. He tasted Kakarott for some time more then pulled away to look at the boy. Kakarott opened his eyes after feeling him stop. Veliro brushed over Kakarott's side then tried to reach Kakarott's tail. Kakarott quickly moved it out of his reach.

 

“What are you doing?” Kakarott murmured, blushing. His tail nervously writhed on the grass. They gazed at each other for some time then Kakarott softly laughed. His tail ceased its twitching. “Oh, well, why not.”

 

He looked at Kakarott a bit unsure. He wasn't going to push Kakarott if Kakarott felt so uncomfortable about this. But his doubts faded away after Kakarott reached out his hand to slide it over his side then it settled on his hip. He leaned down to claim Kakarott's red and already swollen lips, at the same time wanting to hide his blush. “Have you ever…?” he muttered later, leaning his head on Kakarott's shoulder. Kakarott squirmed under him.

 

“No.”

 

Veliro heard himself let out a relieved breath. Good. There would be no need to hunt anyone down. He wasn't going to share Kakarott with anyone alive. “Are you sure?” he asked just in case.

 

Kakarott laughed. “I didn't know that you were a jealous person…” He gave a gentle squeeze to Veliro's hip.

 

“You have no idea…” Veliro purred, finally completely convinced. He lifted his head from Kakarott's shoulder crook to kiss Kakarott again.

 

They kissed and caressed each other, and after some time he could hear himself beginning to pant and moan. He hardly noticed that at some point the little clothing they had disappeared altogether.

 

That particular scent of Kakarott's was getting clearer with each passing second. He felt that daze engulf him again. His hips were slowly rocking between Kakarott's thighs. He was getting painful and impatient. He could hear himself purr but just couldn't bring himself to still the sound. Besides, Kakarott was purring too.

 

They didn't have any lubricant with them, and he could vaguely sense that this wasn't a very good idea to try it like that. He was a bit surprised when, seeing his confusion, Kakarott caught his hand and began to suck on his two fingers. He stared at Kakarott's tongue wetly swirling around them then finally got the picture what he was supposed to do. He shifted, leaning back from Kakarott. Watched Kakarott spread his thighs farther, then he pressed those fingers against Kakarott's anus. Pushing them inside he could see that Kakarott wasn't finding this very comfortable. He rubbed around to lubricate as much as possible. At some point Kakarott grunted. It didn't seem to be a painful grunt. He searched for that place again and stroked more. Kakarott was finding this pleasant: Kakarott's hips were beginning to move in time with his in and out stroking and Kakarott was starting to really moan loudly. Deciding that it was not in his power to continue like that, he removed his fingers, quickly wiped them on the grass, took a hold of Kakarott's hip and moved into position.

 

He grunted while pushing inside that tightness. A shuddering breath left him when he was fully sheathed. While keeping his weight on the hand that was placed above Kakarott's head, he had to close his eyes to get some sense. He had never experienced anything so pleasurable, so hot, so intense and so mind numbing. His instincts and body were screaming at him to move. But he held still. He could sense that he was hurting Kakarott. Kakarott's face was a painful frown and Kakarott's knees were digging into his sides as if trying to prevent him from pushing deeper. He leaned lower to Kakarott's shoulder, his other hand reaching to Kakarott's waist to clasp Kakarott's length.

 

“Relax,” he purred into Kakarott's ear, while slowly stroking him. He heard Kakarott loudly swallow then, after some more stroking, Kakarott's hips began to move into his hand. “Yes, like that,” he purred again, gently biting Kakarott's ear.

 

He tentatively drew his hips back then pushed forward again. After repeating the action several times he had to bite his lip not to moan. It felt good. He began to understand why everyone was so crazed about it. And it seemed that Kakarott quite agreed with the discovery: the boy was becoming quite active and vocal under him. Kakarott was holding on to his nape and shoulders and moving in tune with his hips.

 

He leaned forward to capture some of Kakarott's groans with his mouth. Kakarott was loud, and he liked that. He wanted more of that; he wanted everything of that to be his, and only his. Each sound Kakarott made was adding to his excitement.

 

He couldn't get enough of Kakarott: he listened to Kakarott's moans and grunts, watched Kakarott's chest damp with perspiration and heave under him, felt Kakarott's hips pushing against him and wanted more of this. Wanted all of this.

 

He wanted to prolong this, enjoy it so much longer, but they both didn't actually have enough experience to do that, and besides, he was sure that he would get enough practice later. Now he was certain that he wasn't going to last - it felt too good: he was out of breath, panting and grunting with each push. His mind was overloaded with lust and pleasurable feelings he was getting from this contact.

 

He had never wanted anything so much in his life. Watching Kakarott under him, being buried deep inside Kakarott made the best feeling he had ever had. It was not about domination, not about submission - it was about trust and giving. He was taking everything Kakarott had - innocence, trust, love, passion, desire, lust, and he was giving, wanted to give, everything back to Kakarott. And even in this position, now, at that moment he already was planning how to make things stay how they were - happy.

 

Kakarott clung to him tightly, and, by Kakarott's increased high-pitched moans and pants, he could tell that Kakarott was nearing his climax. He pushed Kakarott back and pressed into the grass under him - he wanted to see Kakarott come. And after a few moments he saw. He watched Kakarott toss his head back and arch, his eyes shut tightly, his mouth open in a mute scream, and then he couldn't watch anymore, because suddenly Kakarott became so tight that it robbed him of any coherent thought. His hips began to move of their own accord, and several moments later he was screaming Kakarott's name for all heavens and Gods to hear.

 

Veliro panted in Kakarott's shoulder crook for some time, then, after regaining some of his breath rolled off Kakarott and nestled at his side. He watched Kakarott's eyes open then Kakarott turned to face him.

 

“You are very loud,” he said, wanting to tease Kakarott a bit. Despite his flushed face Kakarott became even redder. Veliro laughed then gave a peck to Kakarott's shoulder. Gods, how he was glad that he was Kakarott's first and Kakarott had no one to compare with him! He could bet he wasn't too good. Well, but it couldn't be too bad - at least Kakarott had an orgasm. For him it really wasn't bad. Hell, it was so good, that, while at it, he was sure he was going to repeat it straight away after they finish, but somehow after he climaxed, he found that one time enough for now.

 

For some time they lay there, too drained and too lazy to move, simply content with just experienced pleasure. Veliro listened to the purl of the cascades and Kakarott's still somewhat ragged breathing and felt himself drowsing, but then shook himself up - they both had to get home before dusk.

 

Veliro reached out over Kakarott's waist to his tail that was contentedly swishing beside him. This time Kakarott didn't move it away. Veliro ran his fingers over the soft fur. “Did somebody ever tell you that you have a very beautiful tail?” Veliro asked, brushing over the very tip.

 

Kakarott's eyes closed and he bit his lip. He nodded. He couldn't see that Veliro's eyes dangerously glittered.

 

“Who?” he parted the lay of fur at Kakarott's tail tip completely and brushed over the skin again, making Kakarott gasp.

 

“Radditz,” Kakarott smiled, opening his eyes to look at Veliro, who had almost cursed Kakarott for teasing him. “He said that I was going to get into trouble because of that.”

 

“And did you get into trouble?” Veliro left Kakarott's tail in peace because he was sure that if he kept this up Kakarott would soon want him to repeat the little tumble they had several minutes ago.

 

“Not until I met you,” Kakarott grinned at him. “No one before you has ever been after my tail so seriously.”

 

Veliro smiled, amused. “Ah. That's true - with you one has to have enough patience and persistence. But you are quite an attractive guy, I had been sure that I'd have to fight masses of admirers first before I'd get a date with you…”

 

Kakarott laughed softly. “Nah. Despite my exclusive beauty, I'm quite poor and brainless.”

 

Veliro frowned. “Don't start again. You are not stupid; stop thinking that. And you are really a good-looking one. Well, what about money - can't argue here. But money hardly ever brought happiness to anyone. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about.”

 

“How nice of you to say that, you rich boy,” Kakarott chuckled. “One day you'll go to the royal council or somewhere like that and won't even remember us, the poor. This is how the things work. You are young, and you find it fun to disobey your father, but one day you'll see that you are following his footsteps.”

 

For the first time in his life, Veliro felt what it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest and trampled on. He was in mild shock - did Kakarott think that he was with him because he found it fun to disobey his father?! “Never say it again,” he suddenly growled threateningly at Kakarott. He then possessively snuggled to Kakarott's side and folded Kakarott in his arms. “It's not true.”

 

Kakarott returned the embrace. “Yes, let's say that you are an exception,” he purred, kissing Veliro. He believed that Veliro was an exception; otherwise he would have never started this. He then smiled. “Now let's go home - my father might go crazy if I stay out for too long.”

 

But neither of them got home that day. Though, Veliro was happy to get his plan in practicing sex moving ahead. In the morning, when the sun was high up, with an agreement to meet the next day, they finally parted for home.

 

XXXXX

 

He half ran, half flew down the big white stairs. He was late.

 

Veliro froze, seeing his father at the end of the stairs. The rest of the stairs he climbed down very slowly. Something in his father's face… Even before he reached the end of the staircase, even before his father began to talk he knew what was going to happen. He would never see Kakarott again.

 

“Going to him?” his father's cold tone chilled his blood into ice.

 

“Whom?” His father gave him such look that he knew he had to drop this game. “Yes.”

 

His father just crossed his arms and sighed. “No. This has continued long enough. You won't see him again. If I get a report that someone saw you two again, I'll give an order to kill him. Clear?”

 

He wanted to explain, to say that his father didn't understand anything, to say that he couldn't simply forget Kakarott, but he knew better. His father only suspected that he was getting attached to Kakarott, his father had no idea HOW attached he already was to Kakarott. His father let him choose. If he knew the truth, he would never be allowed to choose.

 

“Is that clear enough?” his father's strict and gruff voice brought him out of his complete despair.

 

“Yes. Yes, father,” he nodded, not daring to look at father's face, not to give his feelings away.

 

The climb back up the staircase probably had been the longest journey in his life. He could feel his father's eyes on his back, boring through, watching his reaction. He slowly climbed up and turned to his room. He felt himself shaking in disbelief and despair. Of course he knew this was going to happen sooner or later, but he never expected this to happen SO soon! What was he going to do now? What could he do now? With every try he would risk Kakarott's life. He didn't want that.

 

It was the end.

 

For now.

 

Veliro went into his room. He wrote a long and sincere letter to Kakarott where he explained everything as best as he could. He told Kakarott EVERYTHING; who he was and what happened. He knew that if Kakarott had doubts, he would be able to make sure himself in one of the parades or something. He rarely took part in official parties and such, but if Kakarott wanted he would be able to convince himself.

 

After Veliro finished the letter he left his room to look for someone to deliver it to Kakarott. Veliro motioned for the guard, who was passing by, to come over. He trusted this guard; the man had been working here for as long as he could remember, and he had never noticed him like his father too much.

 

Veliro scrupulously explained where the guard would find Kakarott. He even pointed out the lake and their spar places.

 

The guard watched Veliro for some time then just nodded, took the letter and put it behind his breastplate. The guard saluted Veliro and went downstairs. Veliro's eyes followed his back until he couldn't see the guard anymore then he turned around and slowly went back into his room.

 

The guard turned into a corridor that was leading to the main door and then he had to stop the middle of the corridor as suddenly Veliro's father stepped out from a corner. The guard fumbled a bit unsure as Veliro's father reached out a hand. But then reached to his breastplate and took the letter from it. He put the letter on the older man's palm. After unsealing the letter Veliro's father slowly read it.

 

“Go away for several hours,” Veliro's father softly said after he finished reading. “Then come back and tell him that you delivered the letter. Tell him some tale. I don't need to tell you what would happen, if you ever mention this to him, do I?”

 

“No, sir,” the guard shook his head, saluting Veliro's father, turning to go.

 

Before going away the guard heard the paper being ripped then, caught in a draft, several shreds flew past him.

 

XXXXX

 

Kakarott had been waiting for three hours now.

 

Kakarott again observed calm lake surroundings then continued to stare at the cascades further. He was getting a very bad feeling. No, a bad feeling he already had when he had been waiting for Veliro at home and Veliro didn't show up, now it was a feeling of sickness. Kakarott then thought that maybe he simply misunderstood the meeting place. So he went to the lake and waited one long hour more.

 

Veliro didn't come.

 

Neither that day… nor any other.

 

And the on fifth day, when Kakarott finally gave up, it was born. THE HATE. It was born and in a matter of days, it only grew stronger. It grew and it thrived for years and years.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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