Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Gravity Room ❯ Boys And Their Toys ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two - Boys And Their Toys

Timeline: AU - Sequel to The Gravity Room

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Incest, detailed lemon yaoi

Summary: PWP - Trunks wonders who Vejita favors

Pairings: Trunks/Vejita

He'd woken up in this situation, hearing his father's purr echoing out within the darkness of his bedroom and in the darkness of his mind. His hands were bound above his head with ki bonds, which were the only true source of light in the darkness of night. Everything within him ached terribly, especially around the areas that Vejita was carving his chest and between his legs. The only clothing he wore were the socks over his feet.

It had been the voice in his head that had truly woken him. When his father spoke, mentally or physically, he always listened. Trunks hated it for Vejita, though. The man had three voices echoing in his mind day and night - his own, Trunks', and Gokou's. It was somewhat strange, but in the traditions of Saiyajin mating rituals, the dominant partner could claim an endless number of mates until another dominated them. It was somewhat sad that Trunks would never be able to claim another mate, at least not without his father's release of control, but at the moment he had no desire for anything of the such, and doubted he ever would.

The only question in his mind that ever caused any worry was of whom his father favored more: him or Gokou. It was a question he kept locked away in the depths of his mind so Vejita would never hear it, but he couldn't help wonder occasionally, when his father was occupied with other things and had tuned his voice out. It was something he knew he shouldn't concern himself with, but the jealousy was almost overwhelming. All his love and sanity was focused on the pure fact that his father was everything to him, and to know that Vejita might not feel the same way was almost too much to bear. The fear that his fears could be shone for truth was what kept him for asking.

It was just a few hours before dawn arose outside. Trunks had classes that morning, but he doubted he'd be attending them. Above him, Vejita rested, straddling his hips. Their arousals clashed together with each of their movements. Trunks watched from beneath his father's weight as the man traced designs on his chest with the blade of the dagger. It was the same dagger he'd used on Gokou months ago when Trunks had first discovered their alternate method of sparring.

Vejita chuckled softly as he realized Trunks was staring at him. A devious smirk overwhelmed his face as he returned the looked down upon his heir. "What is it, boy?" he demanded, canines showing beneath his thin lips. Trunks frowned in annoyance, both because he knew he could never hide any emotion or thought from his father and because he was still extremely unsatisfied. He gave an irritated moan and jerked his hips beneath Vejita's, trying desperately to remind the man of their activities. Vejita chuckled at his movements, sliding down over Trunks' leg. His hand gripped around the trembling length, thumb rubbing gently around the tip. Trunks cried out as all his nerves were shorted out, thrusting up into the tight palm with a hoarse cry.

Vejita, like always, ignored everything his son wanted. He tossed the dagger down on the floor and placed his now free hand atop the boy's blood coated stomach, forcing him to remain still on the bed. Trunks moaned out, trying to tug free of the glowing bonds above his head. Vejita was a sex god, but he wasn't very original.

Another faint purr echoed out from within Vejita's chest. Hazy-eyed, Trunks tried to clear the blurriness from his vision unsuccessfully. His bedroom was just one black blur, the dresser, door, closet, and computer all just thrown in the background. He knew that his bed was a large double with dark blue and gray sheets, but colors were about as important as the nonexistent moon outside. Vejita was the only thing that wasn't one large blur in his blue eyes. His father, like him, was completely nude. He'd shed his clothing before he'd woken the teenager. Trunks just naturally slept nude. Bulma had been getting suspicious when every morning she discovered another pair of nightclothes shredded, so a good month ago or so he'd just quit bothering with them.

Vejita's hand encircled his arousal tighter. Trunks' eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shoved himself further down in the covers. His entire form was shaking as he felt Vejita's tongue began to trace over the patterns the dagger had carved. He was a little surprised of that one change. Normally, Gokou was the one of got tortured - a type of punishment for being stronger than the Saiyajin no Ouji. Trunks was normally just the fucked one. He'd experienced almost every position that there was, and even on two occasions had been allowed to dominate his father. Vejita's toys were normally reserved for Gokou, but for this one time he'd brought a few of the weapons to bed with the boy.

Beside the bed rested a small duffle bag where the weapons were kept. Inside there was a large array of items, including a small black box full of carving knifes, daggers, and blades. There was a small white bag full of long gray nails that were used to nail skin to the floor - quite painful and bloody. A dog leash with a cocker, many types of leathering clothing, and a large dildo also rested inside. The list continued on, but Trunks hadn't been allowed to search through the bag. He'd only seen the listed weapons used on Gokou. "Please, Kami, Vejita…"

"Kami isn't going to help you, boy," Vejita responded with a chuckle, his now blood soaked lips rising up to claim Trunks'. He moaned out as Vejita's tongue forced its way inside his mouth, allowing Trunks the taste of his own coppery blood. Trunks moaned out, his legs wrapping around his father's lips in a futile attempt to hurry the elder man up. Vejita grinned against his mouth before pulling back, glaring down into the blue eyes of his heir. "Here, I am Kami."

Trunks couldn't help but chuckle at the hellish and proud voice. He didn't care if Vejita proclaimed himself Lord of the Flies as long as he hurried the hell up.

Finally, taking some form of Trunks' endless hints, or perhaps just getting impatient himself, Vejita pulled back and moved down, his hands gripping Trunks' hips as his mouth was filled with his son's arousal. Trunks cried out with both pleasure and dissatisfaction, raising his shoulders up to look down. "No, I wanted to…" he moaned out, gaining Vejita's annoyed glare along with a quirk of an eyebrow. "I wanted to…" he muttered again, a faint blush rushing over his cheeks.

With a grin, Vejita pulled back, leaving Trunks' wet length subject to the cold temperatures of the room. He shivered and leaned back in the bed, watching as his father rose up to him. The ki bonds suddenly vanished. Trunks arms fell to his sides, aching from the heated straps with dark red marks burned into his skin. "What'd you want to do?" Vejita muttered with a heavy aroused tone in his voice, obviously trying to coax him into something. Growing annoyed with his father's endless games, Trunks shoved Vejita onto his back at the end of the bed and sat on his chest, facing the man's large length. With a sinister chuckle as dominance filled him, Trunks leaned down and swallowed his father's arousal, teeth brushing down the length, sharp points of his canines lightly drawing blood.

Shocked, Trunks was forced in an abrupt halt as a mouth again claimed him. He looked over his shoulder to see his father's hands gripping on his hips, pulling him down as his lips engulfed Trunks' need. "Oh Kami," Trunks whined out, eyes closing tightly as he felt the sensations overwhelm him.

"Don't be lazy, boy," Vejita muttered around the mouthful as Trunks felt the tip of his father's length brush against his cheek. Trunks directed a frown to the eyeless appendage. How was he supposed to please his father while not biting the object off during his own pleasure? This was more difficult than any calculus homework he'd never done. Carefully trying to keep his brain from snapping he leaned down, accepting the trembling need in his heated mouth. He moved slowly, trying to adapt a pleasurable pace, not bite, and remembering to breath all at the same time.

Trunks closed his eyes as he slowly got into the moves, his own hips jerking down to meet his father's every seductive stroke. Vejita's hands had gripped in his hips, nails drawing blood and dripping down onto the prince's chest and the dark bedspread. The heavy scent of Saiyajins, sex, and blood had filled the room with the lack of anything other than the air conditioning to overpower the heat. Outside, dawn had slowly begun to rise and the alarm was only an hour away from sounding.

Vejita gave a loud grunt as his lips clamped down upon the hilt of Trunks' need, canines piercing the skin and causing Trunks to cry out as he reached his height. Salty cum filled his mouth, running down his throat. With the violent jerk inside his body and the sharp jerk of pain, Trunks' teeth grazed down over his father's erection, causing the elder man to cry out and shove his hips up, forcing his length deep within the teen's throat as the came also.

You don't love me…

Trunks collapsed down atop his father, gasping desperately for breath. He rolled to the side, knees curling against his chest as he slowly tried to regain his senses. Vejita remained where he rested, eyes staring at the white ceiling, also breathing heavily, while the thought that had briefly echoed from Trunks' mind replayed again and again in his head. A few long minutes passed as Vejita tried to think. Did the boy really feel that way? Hadn't he shone the boy that he did love him? He'd held him years ago before he had died, and he'd told the boy months ago… wasn't that enough? He didn't understand human emotions at all. On Vejita-sei, by merely claiming a mate was enough to show that you cared in some manner, but no matter what he did it wasn't enough for the stubborn lavender-haired gaki.

Vejita sat up in the bed and looked down to the small boy. His eyes were closed, but his breathing and heartbeat were still fast. He was still awake, though on the verge of sleep. With a faint smile he stretched out beside the young teenager and wrapped his arm around his waist, holding Trunks against his chest.

Trunks eyes jerked open and he turned to see Vejita staring at him, the dark eyes that were normally void of any type of feeling now full of only one thing: love. His lips parted somewhat in shock as he screamed at himself for allowing it to slip. Vejita shook his head and quietly whispered in his mind for him to stop. All thoughts ceased in Trunks' mind. With a simple smile, one that wasn't angry or sinister or anything less than a pure smile of happiness, Vejita leaned forward and pressed his lips against Trunks' gently.

Wrapping his arms around his father, Trunks buried his head in the man's chest, a feeling of soothing love overwhelming all fears that he'd ever had. Vejita did love him, as both a lover and a son. It didn't matter who his favorite mate was, or what problems in the future awaited them.

Just as sleep slowly overwhelmed both males, the alarm sounded.

THEND