Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ I did NOT just think that ( Chapter 9 )

He can't sleep. He is too tired to sleep, this time, and he knows that one of the others has come. That means the rest will be arriving, and that means he will need to protect his chizzari. And his cubs. The humans will not understand what has happened. Vegeta knows he will not explain it to them, and sighs, shifting himself more comfortably against Kakarot.

His thoughts stray, he finds himself remembering Raditz. Remembering how Raditz had not wanted to be a chizzari, and how he had promised that no one would take him against his will. Remembers coming back from a mission to find the man raped unconscious. Remembers coming back from another trip to find Raditz broken, begging to be used, and his horror when he had learned the method Nappa had used to ensure Raditz behaved like a proper chizzari.

And he remembers, now, the child he had given the warrior rites, because his brother had been unable. His eyes flew open. "Kakarot? Could it have been?" He twists slightly to look up at the sleeping warrior, then snuggles up against him. He is just too tired now to remember if Raditz had another brother. His ki has drained down to next to nothing… and it is that that sends him into an uneasy darkness.

(a/n: THIS IS THE CHAPTER THAT NEEDS DARK SERAPHA!!!! An' I'm bored, hence the "edit". Mediaminer will get her additions.)

I dismiss the binders - all but the smallest - and he collapses against me. His hands explore my body as I turn and lower us both to the ground, clutching at me as I begin to thrust once again. I am slower this time, but there is no less savagery in how I take him. His body arcs and thrusts against mine, one hand clutching me to him, the other slipping to stroke his erection.

I put an immediate stop to that, grabbing his arms and holding them over his head so that I am stretched out over him. "No, Kakarot, none of that. You are mine to toy with… you are not to play with yourself."

He whimpers, and nods. I press against him as I continue my slow torture, enjoying his sharp cries and needy touches. He is very careful, now, to only touch me. Pleased, I increase my pace, and nip at his chest. My release is sudden, and I pull away to sit against the cliff. "Come, Kakarot."

I hold one hand out, he crawls to me. I pull him close, savoring his mouth, before pushing him down. (Edited…) My fingers fist in his hair, my head falling back to rest against the cliff. I smile, this fight to the death has instead become one of the best fucks of my life.

But I have decided, that since I am going to take him, I'm going to take him entirely. I tell him so, he looks puzzled. Smirking, I position myself over his mouth. It is only a moment before he understands, and I suddenly understand why he squirmed so much while I was licking him. (Edited…)

His cock makes an interesting target, swollen and beginning to look a tad bit blue. I lean forward to torture him some more. I lick and suck, biting him when he forgets what it is he is supposed to be doing. Each teasing lick or nip is accompanied by a whimpering cry from him, which only heightens my enjoyment. He has been allowed no relief this entire time, and is swollen with need. My hands kneed against his inner thighs, fingers brushing against the mark I have given him.

A sound. Vegeta surges to his feet, standing easily on the bed. For a moment, all his senses are alert, and then Kakarot makes a mewling noise. Vegeta relaxes, recognizing the sound as the one that woke him. He curls again next to the larger man, and checks on the cubs.

They are fine, their responses sleepy. He has no ki now to feed them, and does not try to dredge any up. A quick glance at the bag shows a decent level, he does not need to change the slop yet. He crawls from his position and crosses to check the equipment, glancing through the readouts of the tests that have completed.

He scowls, not happy that he slept through the alerts signaling the ends of those tests, but unsurprised that he did. The tests confirm what he has already learned - Kakarot is in piss-poor shape. He crosses the room, drawing more blood for a comparison. The nutritional slop has had a decided effect, but he wants to see how the machines read the improvement.

If he judges the results satisfactory, he will stop giving Kakarot the drugs to keep him unconscious. Vegeta shoots a look at the clock, and blinks in shock. How has so much time passed? Did he care for Kakarot in his sleep? Hurriedly, he crosses to check on the number of slop bags remaining. Only one. He must have tended the other while he slept!

His senses flare again, searching for ki. Vegeta curses, pinpointing Piccolo and Gohan as having arrived, and feeling Krillin entirely too close. Goten… yes, he has arrived as well, but from the ki readings, the boy is either having sex with Trunks, or playing another of those stupid video games the two get so excited over. All things considered, he decides it must be a game. Bulma wouldn't stand for the other.

Not with Kakarot locked in a room with him.

And certainly not now that she knows some Saiyan males can get pregnant.

Woozy again, he makes his way back to Kakarot, and crawls in next to him. His eyes drift closed. If their sons do become involved - a highly unlikely proposition at the moment, given their ages - he is not going to have a problem with it. No problem at all. Anything that will drive the women batty is just peachy with him. In fact, he may just suggest it.

His eyes pop open. He is not thinking what he thinks he just thought.