Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Game ❯ Chapter 1

The Game

 

One liner: “You wouldn't dare…”

By: Chibi Hoshi

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, language, kink, BDSM, dominant Goku, Vegeta POV.

Author's Note: Companion/continuation of `Play Nice,' due to popular demand and the muses' cooperation in this matter. Yay, everyone happy, especially me! Enjoy the tasty little tidbits ahead! Thanks to Pixelgoddess for the `bound but never submissive' line (lifted straight out of a review for `Play Nice').

 

 

“I won't back down on this, Vegeta.”

 

“No games, Kakarott.”

 

“We will play this game. I'll use force and ki-restraining cuffs if necessary, Vegeta.”

 

I lift my head high and fix him with my most haughty glare. “You wouldn't dare.”

 

I see the scowl cross his face an instant before he lunges at me. A smirk passes over my lips as I only half-heartedly try to avoid him. I love this game.

 

Within moments I am pinned face-down on the bed, my wrists held in one of his hands as he digs the cuffs he wants out of the nightstand drawer. I continue to put up a token struggle, lifting my head to growl at him.

 

“Kakarott…”

 

“Shut up.” His hand is on the back of my head, and presses my face back into the mattress. It has already begun. A cuff is placed around each wrist, locking it to the opposite elbow. I feel an odd tingle, a dampening. Dammit, he used the ki-restraining cuffs. He knows I fucking hate those! Granted, they do have their time and place, but I hate them. And yet, he almost always uses them during this game. He likes me angry for this game, and I do things to purposely make him angry as well. The touch of anger, of the old rivalry that has been forgotten for decades makes it so much more fun for both of us. The idea of resistance, of the need to use force sends lust singing through the veins and straight to his cock. I may be bound, but I will never be submissive, even if I do love watching him be dominant. And he likes it when I fight him. Hell, I like it too.

 

The cuffs are locked, and he moves away. I test them for his benefit, knowing I cannot get out of them. He likes to see me struggle.

 

“There, now isn't that better?” he asks, not really wanting an answer. He watches as I struggle to sit up.

 

“You remember the rules? Or do I need to remind you?” He has this mocking smile on his face, and I see it twist into a smirk as I glare at him before looking away and nodding once.

 

“Good. Be still. I want to inspect my property.”

 

I stifle a growl. He uses that term, `my property' to make me angry. I've told you, he likes me angry for this game. Then he starts using his fingers, and the tip of his tail to touch me, lightly, caressing, smoothing over every bit of my skin, tracing scars and ridges of muscle. His gentle touches guide my legs apart until I am kneeling, knees wide, head down as he continues his tactile inspection of my body and all its curves and hollows, lastly running his fingers over my tail in one long stroke from base to tip. I moan, and my tail curls behind me in pleasure when he is through.

 

“You're not ready for me,” a fingertip whispers over my dry entrance, “but I suppose I can overlook that…” He leans comfortably against the head board. “Come kiss me. Pleasure me.”

 

Arrogant fucker. I start with the fingers that are held out toward me, moving forward so I can reach the rest of him as I take each of those long, nimble fingers into my mouth, kissing and licking and caressing before moving on to kiss his palm and down over his wrist, using my lips and teeth and head to guide him to hold his arm where I want it. I trail a line of licks and soft kisses from his wrist to the inside of his elbow, pausing to lick and suck the soft, tender flesh there, shifting my knees to kneel between his arm and his body. And again, I work my way up, nipping over his bicep up to the large, round shoulder, trailing bites up the cord of his neck. I nibble on his earlobe before tracing my tongue up that delicate shell, hearing him sigh softly in response. His hand comes to stoke my back, and I move to position my lips over his. Our lips are deliciously, delectably close, within fractions where the merest hint of movement would bring them together, and I stop and wait, gazing into his eyes.

 

There are a few rules I must follow to make this game fun for both of us, and I find I don't mind, as I can display my resistance in other ways. One is that I may not speak unless he tells me to. Another is that I cannot initiate any of our kisses.

 

And so I wait, feeling the heat roll off of him, feeling our breath caressing each other's faces. I do not have to wait long, as he tilts his chin up and crushes our lips together, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me against his chest. His tongue pushes its way past my lips to claim my mouth, as his hand moves down to stroke my tail. I moan into the kiss, and he eagerly swallows the sound, working to coax more noises from my throat, his tongue twining with my own as his fingers stroke my tail, ruffling the fur, the other hand tweaking my nipple.

 

He is so good at pleasuring me. Over the decades we have learned just how to tease each other to a certain point, and he does this now. He wants me to disobey him, to do something outside of the rules, and I happily comply. His hand grips my tail and strokes it from base to tip, pulling, mixing pain with the pleasure, and I take one of his deliciously plump lips in my mouth and bite down. I taste blood on my tongue before the kiss is broken and he pulls away from me, frowning.

 

“Now Vegeta, play nice.”

 

I snort and glare at him. I happen to think that was very nice. I like the taste of his blood, as I know he likes the taste of mine.

 

“And don't look at me like that. You know what the consequences are.”

 

I look away, and move forward to run kisses down a corded neck to strong shoulders, letting my tongue trace the mark I made there nearly thirty years ago. I shift my arms behind me, trying to get more comfortable in the cuffs, but to no avail.

 

`Play nice.' I scowl at the creamy skin in front of me as my lips continue to caress his muscled flesh, working their way over his chest. I'll be damned if I'm going to `play nice.' It's not any fun if I'm good. My lips search lower, and finding my target, I sink in my teeth.

 

I hear him gasp, then growl above me, as again, blood washes over my tongue. I feel the hair at the back of my head grasped in an iron grip, pulling me away, and I get a glimpse of my handiwork. That beautiful pink nipple is now surrounded by a bloody bite mark, the red liquid slowly oozing over alabaster skin. Beautiful. And worth it.

 

And before I know it, I am over Kakarott's knee, his hand still fisted in my hair, holding my mouth away from his leg so I cannot bite him again.

 

“Dammit, Vegeta, I told you to play nice! That was not nice!” He pauses a moment, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “You do this just so I have to beat you for it, don't you?”

 

A moan is my only answer as the first sharp blow strikes my backside. They continue to rain down, and I thrash and moan in his lap, feeling the heat start to radiate from my ass and thighs as my skin is cherried. He is good at this—rarely does he hit the same place twice, and I know he can feel how much I enjoy it as my erection bumps against his thigh. I start to yowl, my tail curling around the arm by my head. I can get off on this alone, and he knows it. The blows stop, and I still.

 

“You will not bite me again unless I order it.” Fingertips skim lightly over sensitive flesh, raising painful goosebumps. “Do you understand?” His voice is hard, angry, but also husky with lust. I nod as he unwraps my tail from his arm before I am unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.

 

I let out a growl before I can stop myself at the sheer arrogance and audacity of this move, for him to just dump my cherried, royal ass onto the floor. I gain my knees, glaring, nearly snarling at him, and am viciously back-handed.

 

“Shut up!” He pauses, seeing me glance back up at him, letting out a growl of his own at my defiance. “Now kneel, and open your mouth.” He is standing before the bed, watching me expectantly, angrily, impatiently.

 

I take my time regaining my knees. Most people don't appreciate just how fucking hard it is to sit up without the use of your arms. But he waits, and I am not struck again. I kneel and wait, not looking at him. I am pissed and aroused at his treatment of me, and I know if I look at him, I will glare at him, which will only anger him further. I don't want him any angrier—he's just perfect right now.

 

I open my mouth and do not have to wait long as he again seizes my hair. His cock is standing proudly in front of me, already dripping.

 

“You don't deserve this,” he growls, and he plunges his cock into my waiting mouth.

 

The first taste is heavenly as he slides along my tongue, pressing against my throat. Maybe I don't deserve this. I have been too defiant to be allowed to suck him off. But he gives me no chance to lick and suck on him as I normally would, only ruthlessly pushes in and out, his hands fisted in my hair, quite literally fucking my mouth. I let the muscles in my mouth and throat relax, let him use me for what he will. He quickly starts panting harshly, nearly at orgasm already.

 

“Don't swallow. Not any of it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

 

I barely have time to glance up at him before he arches into me, howling. He spurts into my mouth, and I struggle to fight the nearly automatic reflex to swallow. It tastes so heavenly, all I want is to swallow it down and lick him clean. But I do not, and merely hold it in my mouth for him.

 

After a pause, he pulls out of my mouth, and then my lips are covered by his, pried apart by his tongue, and he laps his own seed from my mouth. His tongue delves into every corner of my mouth, taking his pleasure away from me, and I nearly whimper at the loss. But I do nothing, make no sound, letting my mouth be a cup for him to drink of. A few moments later, seemingly satisfied, he pulls away, swiping his tongue over my lips.

 

“You may swallow anything that is left.”

 

I swallow almost automatically, but there is nothing but the barest hint of him left, mingled with memory. It is not enough, next to nothing. He left me with nothing! I must give him credit, as that was a terrible, and effective punishment. Damn him for being so creative, and so good at it. The fucker.

 

“Perhaps you'll be good now?”

 

I sigh heavily and do not look at him. I am still and quiet, my lashing tail the only thing giving away my annoyance. He eyes it in amusement.

 

“Or perhaps not. But remember, Vegeta, it is my pleasure that matters here, not yours, and you have been very defiant today.” He motions to the nipple I bloodied earlier. “Clean this up.”

 

I move forward and tentatively start to lick the blood off his chest. This is a treat, and we both know it. I lap gently, not only at the blood, but allowing my tongue to flick over his nipple as well, the soft sensations increasing his afterglow. Did I mention his nipples are pierced? I did it to him years ago, and neither of us have ever regretted it. I lick the last traces of blood from his skin, then move to suckle at him, my teeth and tongue playing over the sensitive nub and teasing the silver barbell. He has rings, too, and I like those better, but we are playing more for his pleasure today, rather than mine. I pull and tease that small, sensitive pebble of flesh a moment more before releasing it.

 

He chuckles darkly and pets my hair, his gaze moving between his nipple and my face, before finally resting on my own chest. “Did I say you could play with my nipple, Vegeta?”

 

I shake my head.

 

A lazy smirk crosses his lips. “Maybe I should pierce yours in retribution while your ki is locked away from you… You'd look pretty with nipple rings, I think.”

 

I shake my head again. I would willingly let him pierce them if he wanted, but not with these cuffs on. Not in the middle of a game.

 

“No? Maybe later, then.” His hand strays a little too close to my mouth, and I catch the tip of his thumb with my tongue, starting to lick and suck on it suggestively. Enough with the game, just fuck me already.

 

He pulls his hand away from my mouth, fisting it in my hair, a frown on his face. “I will fuck you in my own sweet time. When I am ready, and when I decide, not you. Go lie facedown on the bed. You need to be punished again.”

 

“Kakaro—”

 

“Utter one more syllable and you will sorely regret it. Do not question me, do not make another sound. Move, Now.” His frown hardens and he is on the verge of hitting me again, his fists clenched at his sides.

 

I do as I am told and wait as I hear him gather a few items, placing them on the bed next to me.

 

“Look up at me.” His voice is soft and angry in my ear, and I obey before a ball gag is shoved between my lips and buckled. “I'm very disappointed that I have to use this again, Vegeta. You will wear it whenever we play this game until you prove that I can trust you not to break the rules.”

 

That stung, and starts a smoldering anger. He wants me to break the rules occasionally and he knows it, the bastard. I feel myself pulled to where my legs hang off the bed before my hips are lifted and a tall, firm pillow is placed under them, my still-pink ass presented like a gift, my cock pointing toward the floor. He draws my legs apart, and each ankle is tied to a bedpost, leaving me spread and ready, easily accessible.

 

Cold hits my entrance and I gasp. More joins it before a finger starts to rub the lube in. I moan through the gag as a second finger and more lube join the first, stretching me, preparing me.

 

“Take pleasure in this while you can, Vegeta. Your punishment will start soon enough.”

 

Those long, talented fingers work into me, adding lube until there is no more friction, just smooth movement. They are removed, and I groan at the loss, mourning them for a moment before something large, hard, and cold is pressed against me. He slowly starts to push it in, and I moan as I feel it stretching me further. A moment later he pulls it back out, teasing me, slowly working it into my body, coaxing my muscles to relax and loosen, to let this large object in. Then, finally, I feel my muscles close around the base, moaning as he palms it, moving it within me. Then he turns it on.

 

A cry erupts from my throat, muffled by the gag, and I start to buck, the sensation nearly overwhelming.

 

“Give me your tail,” he says, and I obey. “Hold this.” He wraps my tail around the control to the plug, then twines his tail around my own, leaving the tip free for him to turn the dial. I know this because I am craning my neck around to see.

 

One of his hands rests on my hip, just below the base of my tail, holding me still. The other hand disappears from my view.

 

CRACK!

 

I jump as a stinging blow is delivered to my ass. I continue to twitch as the sting slowly starts to melt away.

 

“Now, you should know better than that. Be still.”

 

His tail turns the dial of the vibrating plug up a notch. Then he starts to spank me again, abusing still-tender flesh, sometimes catching the edge of the plug, sometimes not. It hurts, and it feels so good… My moans start to peak and he fractionally slows the pace.

 

“Do not come. You do not have permission.”

 

I let out a moan of frustration that is twisted with pain and pleasure when he hits me again. The plug is turned up another notch, and he continues to slow down. If I still were able to count, I would be able to count the seconds between his strikes now, and then the plug is turned up to its highest setting, and he touches me no more, even uncoiling his tail from mine.

 

I wait, the vibrator buzzing almost merrily, and driving me absolutely insane. My cock is weeping profusely, adding to the stains on the pillow that supports my hips. I struggle to breathe, to concentrate on that, and not the vibration within, sure that if I don't at least try to separate myself from it somewhat, I will surely come. I fight myself, fight my body, and the pleasure that radiates through it, waiting for Kakarott to touch me again. It has been several moments and he has not touched me since he pulled his tail away from my own. I open my eyes and look around before they widen in shock.

 

He's not even in the room anymore! That fucker tied me up and left me with a vibrator in my ass! It's a good sign that he would trust me not to come while he is not in the room, but… that arrogant ass! I start to struggle against my bonds, placing a thousand more searing curses on the ki-restraining cuffs. The movement rubs my cock against the pillow, and causes the vibrator to shift inside of me, brushing my prostate. I moan through the gag and immediately still.

 

And then, he walks back through the doorway as though he has all the time in the world, and nothing really important going on. I glare at him for a moment before turning my head away. Fingertips run up my legs, starting with the backs of my knees, all the way up over my red ass to converge at the base of my tail and stroke it fully to the tip, taking the control from it. I moan again and shiver. I feel the vibrator being slowly, teasingly pulled out, then turned off. Something hot and hard slides against me, and he teases my opening with his head.

 

“Don't come,” he whispers, and slides home.

I arch and buck into the sensation, and he almost immediately starts to move, thrusting hard and fast. I feel his ki spiralling upward until his aura bursts over both of us, and he grows slightly larger, hotter, as he fucks me and I know he has ascended. I moan into the gag as his hands wrap around my hips, fingertips sure to leave bruises, as he pistons in and out brutally, hard and fast, just the way I like it. His hips slam again and again into my tender ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure, sending me still higher on the wave of ecstasy.

 

I hear his moans building until he screams his pleasure to the ceiling, and I feel his ki-heated seed empty into me. I tighten my muscles around him and his scream changes pitch as his pleasure increases. He stills, and dropping out of super saiya-jin, starts to slide out of me. I whimper, I actually whimper, and try to thrust back against him, onto him. I am wound so tight by now that tears start to leak from my eyes as he stills my hips and draws completely out of me. I am moaning in frustration, in need. I need to come, dammit! Why hasn't he told me to, why didn't he let me come with him? What have I done during the course of our game to deserve such a cruel punishment?

 

I feel the gag being unbuckled, and soft hands start to pet my hair. My frustration and need are so great I am weeping openly now. To be so very close to the pinnacle, to that perfection, and then to have it ripped away… is devastating.

 

His voice, soft and soothing, reaches my ears. “Shh… Vegeta. It's okay. Look at me, Vegeta. It's all right.”

 

My eyes are clenched shut, trying to hold back my tears, to deny this horrible feeling of loss. But his hands continue to pet me, stroking my hair away from my face in a soothing gesture.

 

“Look at me…” he says softly, gently.

 

I am finally able to open my eyes and I stare into dark pupils so much like my own. A soft smile turns up the corners of his mouth, and he says one word, softly, gently, as though gifting me a priceless treasure.

 

“Come.”

 

My reaction is immediate. I arch fully off the bed, screaming, as the pleasure crashes through me, engulfing me. I feel his mouth around the tip of my tail, his hands stroking it as well as my shaft, increasing and prolonging my pleasure for what seems like an eternity, as everything shatters into a million tiny shards of light, each one filled with pleasure, until slowly everything goes dark.

 

Safe. Warm. Comfortable. Smells good. My awareness slowly returns, and I slowly blink my eyes open. An expanse of sleek, muscled chest and abs stretches out before them, and I admire him. The cuffs are gone, all toys have been put away, and I am curled up beside my mate with my head resting on his shoulder.

 

“You passed out,” I hear him murmur into my hair as one hand continues to stroke down my back.

 

“It's all your fault, too, you fucker.”

 

“You don't seem to have too much of a problem with that…”

 

“I can't complain too much about someone who makes me come so hard I pass out.”

 

Soft laughter as he nuzzles my hair. Then something from our game comes back to me.

 

“Do you really want to pierce my nipples?”

 

“Only if you want to, `Geta. I mean, we both like mine so much, and maybe having yours done too will just increase the fun. But I stand by what I said. I still think you'd look pretty with nipple rings.”

 

“Just let me know when you want to do it, Kakarott. But I don't want to be playing a game at the time. We do this for our mutual pleasure, not because of some role-playing fun.”

 

“Okay. Love you, `Geta.”

 

I look up and see the soft smile on his face. He is really pleased that I actually like the idea of getting my nipples pierced. But I would do anything for him. I reach up and capture his lips with my own, tasting them with my tongue, nibbling lightly before I pull away. His eyes light up with love, trust, and happiness. Absolutely anything.

 

“I love you too, Kakarot.”

 

~owari~