Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ Chizzari ( Chapter 7 )

Fair Warning: The dream-sequence in this one is very lemony. DS has been very very busy here of late, so I'm going to go ahead and use the bits that don't require Goku input (and also explain why nobody's showed up yet). More than likely, no one will show up until Vegeta remembers EVERYTHING.

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Vegeta wakes, senses alert. Something has changed. He checks his bedmate first, then the cubs. All three are fine. He presses his ear to the door. Something woke him… but he hears nothing.

He finds himself wishing for a tail to lash, focuses for a moment on Kakarot's. It's still wrapped around his thigh, clinging rather tightly. "Kakarot?"

Vegeta glances at the clock. His nap was short: he hadn't even been asleep five minutes. The larger Saiyan has been kept quiescent much longer, but the drugs will be wearing off soon if he doesn't give him more. He is still debating the wisdom of doing that - the cubs have rebounded remarkably well.

Slowly, he traces the sharp planes of the younger man's body. Kakarot is all sharp angles, except for the too-small pooch of his belly. Vegeta sighs, wondering if the young cubs will stand a chance. He had forgotten. A Saiyan pregnancy doesn't last all that long. Only seven months. Kakarot is already past the halfway point, and the cubs have been starved throughout the entire pregnancy.

It is hard for him to recognize that this is not Kakarot's fault. He should have been taking better care of the man, especially once he'd learned that the cubs were his. The cubs, and their mother, are his responsibility. His hand hovers over the bulge, but the nagging sensation of change is emanating from somewhere else.

Carefully, he loosens the grip Kakarot has on him, slipping from the bed. He prowls the small room restively, straining to scent, sight, or sense whatever woke him. It bothers him that everything seems as it was when he laid down only a few minutes before. He pauses before the equipment again, examining it. He is no fool, he knows what most of it is for - and how to make it work.

Vegeta turns, casting a thoughtful look at the sleeper, then selected one of the needles and several collecting tubes. It was the work of only a moment to draw enough blood from Kakarot for the tests he quickly set into motion. He knows the various machines will make all kinds of racket when they complete their tasks, and he also knows that the information will be added automatically to the file he's left open on the computer.

He casts another appraising look around the room before rejoining Kakarot on the cot. Perhaps the others will be coming soon - it occurs to him that it may have taken Bulma time to find anyone to help her as they'd finally all left! - and perhaps they won't, but he is too tired now to care. He settles himself between Kakarot and the door, facing it, ready to defend if need be, but too tired not to slip into sleep.

This time, though, he strokes the tail that wraps around his waist. A soft purring can be heard until he slips fully to sleep.

I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the side with my gloves. I study him for a moment. He is certainly more aroused than I, and his breath comes in soft pants. His green eyes are trained on my bare skin, the desire in them so strong I feel my skin should be burning. He is pale - the sun here is not very strong - but he is by no means pasty. I do not resist the urge to reach out and touch. His skin is smooth and hot, softness overlaying the solid muscle I feel beneath.

To touch him is strangely intoxicating. I trail my fingers over muscles to the small buds that seem to harden even further as I touch them, bringing a soft, imploring "Please" from lips I already know are lush and full. I lean forward, my tongue darting out to encircle one. He tastes of salt and blood, heat and spice as he arcs toward my mouth. I nip him, lightly, then swirl my tongue around him before performing the same on the other.

He trembles, skin twitching beneath my fingers as I trail them down to rest on his hips. Slowly, I allow myself to trace down his abdomen, tasting and kissing as I go. He shudders more as I move lower, his breathing becoming more rapid and raspy. I am tentative when I continue - it is not something I have ever done often - my darting, short licks gathering up the salty sweetness that practically streams from him. The short licks become longer as I become more accustomed to it, and I lavish him with long, slow strokes of my tongue.

He cries out my name, pleads for more. I bite him, hearing the pained yelp as I order him to be quiet before licking the blood from the small wound I've made. I have been more gentle with him than I had planned, but an idea comes to me. "Kakarot. Power down."

I sit back, looking up at him. He is flushed now, not nearly as pale. Wide green eyes stare at me in confusion. I reach out, pinching him sharply. His yelp is accompanied by sudden understanding, and his hair and eyes darken to black. I nod in approval, stroking the silken skin I had pinched moments ago. I wonder how long has he hidden this desire? His responses are so instantaneous - those of someone who truly wants to please, not one who fears retaliation if he delays. I know the difference…

I hold one finger up, waiting. When he finally focuses on it, I form a very small, very powerful, ki ball at the tip. His eyes widen in terrified understanding as I move the finger toward his groin, ignoring his protests and the way the rocks begin to trickle from the bindings he is pulling against. He tries to kick me, but I am too close for that to be effective. The hot little ball of energy touches the base of his erection, his cries becoming shrill as I pull it up the underside and run it along the slit at the top.

His legs are around me now, trying to crush me as he attempts to pull loose from the rocks, but the pain I've just inflicted on him was sufficient to keep him weakened. I trail the ball back to the base, and allow it to spread. It wraps around him as I warp the energy to do what I want it to, narrowing and constricting until it becomes an extremely effective cock ring. I reinforce the bands holding him in place, it seems the pain has gone to his head.

His legs are uncomfortably tight around me. I smile, taking him into my mouth and swirling my tongue over him. It is amazing how suddenly his struggles cease as I continue to leisurely torture him. Soon his cries are of pleasure and encouragement; I find that even when I bite him he reacts favorably. Annoyed, I sit back, but his taste lingers on my tongue - and I want more.

I look up at Kakarot; suddenly I remember seeing his brother in very near this same position. Raditz had had his legs shackled as well, however, and he had been raving and cursing, fighting his bonds, trying to escape. I had watched, too stunned by disbelief at what I saw to think to stop what happened next. My memory of his screams ring through my mind as I grip his brother's thighs, shutting my eyes and forcing the memory away.

My head dips again and I begin sucking. But the memory of what I saw returns, and the vicious pleasure I have taken at the pain I inflicted dims. Even so, I am not gentle with him any longer. I am not trying to please him - I am taking pleasure in him.

He is bucking desperately against me, and I laugh, knowing it will do him no good. He will not achieve release until I decide to allow it, and I intend to enjoy myself thoroughly first. He is whimpering with need when I stop and pull myself up his body to kiss him. I invade his mouth, teasing and battling, prolonging the kiss until I must draw back for breath. He rubs himself against me frantically, pleading huskily for relief.

I deny him, nipping again at that place my instincts scream at me to bite. It is safer for my teeth to be at his groin, I drop suddenly to my knees. The need to bite is very strong: I sink my teeth savagely into his thigh. It is a claim, of sorts, a marking that tells me he is mine. The bite is high on the inside of his leg, a place that cannot be easily reached. I suck the wound, eagerly drinking the blood that wells, lapping gently when my need has been somewhat sated.

And it is instinctive when I lift his legs, angling my mouth to lick at the small soon-to-be-entrance I find. He squeals, squirming in my grasp. I tighten my grip, probing him as he thrashes against me. His cries are contradictory, a blend of pleas for me to stop and gasps that urge me to continue. I continue until he is shaking with need, then stop. My mouth returns to his, plundering him as I stroke his erection mercilessly.

Vegeta sits straight up, gasping for breath. It can not be! He has not done this! Hastily, he pulls the sheet down, cursing when it tangles instead. He rips at it, too impatient to sit back and untangle it. That mark… he could not have done that!

The sheet is finally out of the way, he angles himself to where he can see.

"No…" The mark is there, the scarring indicating that the wound was deep. "I… no. No. Not Kakarot."

His thoughts spin to the past. Watching as Kakarot's father eagerly participates in a ceremony, watching as his brother is raped. Seeing that same mark applied to both of them during the ceremony. A ceremony that made the two men his chizzari.

"Kakarot…" Now the feelings of protectiveness make more sense. It is not just the cubs. He has repressed this memory, of making Kakarot his chizzari, but still, his subconscious knew. Why would he repress that he had a chizzari once again? Could it be because of who he chose?

He contemplates the memories his dreams have restored, and his own feelings. No. Kakarot had proven himself worthy of the honor, would probably have received it if Vegeta's father had lived. Undoubtedly as his father's chizzari, though, and not his. The idea makes him growl, a reaction that he cuts off.

Vegeta picks up Kakarot's tail, thrown from his waist when he'd been uncovering the other. He strokes and pets, and at last admits that he cares for the other. So why had he not remembered claiming him so? Why had he not remembered what the dreams have shown to be Kakarot's utter willingness to be used by him? And why the hell can't he remember what happened next!!!!?