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Desecration: Unbroken
By Sefiru
This is one of my Possible Responses to Desecration (there
will be five in total). Each scenario is independent of the others and is a
direct continuation of the original story. Please read Vixen’s “Desecration” so
you understand the situation. Stories will be posted individually, but replies
to reviews will be posted in the Possible Responses to Desecration summary
posting.
Summary: Goku decides Vegeta needs a lesson. One-shot.
Pairings: Goku x Vegeta
Warnings: NC-17, lemon. Bondage, torture, N/C, blood, angst.
Oh yeah, and yaoi.
Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only in my wildest dreams (or
nightmares …). Thank you to Vixen for letting me use this story idea.
***
Unbroken
***
It took days for
the pain to fade, which was not surprising. He had never been wounded so deeply
before, and senzu beans could do nothing for this injury. For three days he sat
alone in a cave and wept for his lost innocence. But gradually the pain did
recede, like all his other injuries, and was replaced by the iron determination
he was so well known for. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. You should
have finished me off, Vegeta. Because the next time they met, it would be
the prince shackled down to that table.
He didn’t intend
to hurt him too much; despite what had happened he still loved Vegeta, and even
understood why he had acted as he did. But that didn’t give him the right to
tread on Goku’s heart. Vegeta needed to be taught a lesson, and Goku knew just
how to go about it. After all, Vegeta had done to him what he thought would be
effective on himself. One way or another, he would make Vegeta his.
First he had a
few stops to make. He went home, took a shower, changed into fresh clothes.
Then he sought out Trunks’s ki. The demi-Saiyan didn’t look surprised when Goku
appeared in the room with him; he just stood with his hands at his sides as
Goku glared at him and then punched him in the face. He went flying into the
wall, shook himself off, and stood up ready to take another blow. But Goku left
it at that. His anger was not towards Trunks; he had been acting on Vegeta’s
instructions, and his first loyalty was to his father, as it should be. Turning
his back on the demi-Saiyan, Goku felt
for the ki of his main target. Fingers to forehead, and then he was gone.
He caught Vegeta
completely by surprise, appearing behind him and releasing a ki blast in the
same instant. It struck the prince in the head even as he whirled around to
face his assailant, and he fell limp into Goku’s arms. Goku immediately
teleported them to Vegeta’s torture chamber. The first thing he did was attach
the ki suppressors to the prince’s wrists and ankles. He stripped off his
clothes and chained him face down on the table. Then he took some time to
explore the room and its contents.
Of course, he
already had a good idea of what was there. He opened the cabinets and rummaged
through them; there was something he wanted right away …there it was. A ring
gag. He fastened it in the still unconscious prince’s mouth, and then went back
to set out the rest of the items he wanted to use. Not the cock rings today –
to make his point, he wanted Vegeta to enjoy this in spite of himself. Hmm. The
knives were too messy for his taste. Lube. Butt plugs, those looked like fun.
And here was a very nice whip. He found the senzu beans in a small refrigerator
along with some drinks and a bottle of hot sauce. Hot sauce? It was an idea; he
set it with the rest of his chosen toys. As he worked he idly stroked himself
through his clothes. No matter what the circumstances, sex with Vegeta never
failed to turn him on.
Vegeta woke with
a start, trying to remember what had happened, and what exactly was jammed in
his mouth. As soon as he opened his eyes, though, he recognized where he was
and immediately panicked. He thrashed against the chains, trying desperately to
get free, but he was stopped by a cool hand on his back. “Good morning,
Vegeta.” At the sound of that voice he froze in absolute mortal terror. Kakarott.
The only being in the universe that he actually feared. Kakarott had come to
pay him back for his actions; he had turned his own game against him. He was
going to die.
“You forgot
something about Saiyans, Vegeta. The more you hurt us, the stronger we come
back.” His nemesis stepped into his field of view, face hard, and a large bulge
apparent in his orange pants. “I think you need a lesson in manners, Vegeta.”
With that Goku
pulled out his erection and thrust it through the ring gag into the prince’s
mouth. He pushed in to the point where Vegeta was forced to swallow or choke,
and the muscles tensing around his shaft felt heavenly. He started thrusting
into the hot tunnel. “You missed your chance, Vegeta. I was weak. Not because I
love you. Because I put up with your childish vindictiveness. That’s over now,
Vegeta. And you’re the one who made sure of it.”
Vegeta growled
at being called childish, but to his mortification he was getting hard as well.
Goku roared and came, spraying semen into his mouth. He pulled out and wiped
his cock on Vegeta’s cheeks. “Taste that and remember: you lost.” He walked
around behind the prince for the next part of his lesson.
His hands came
down on Vegeta’s right arm and broke it with a snap. Vegeta screamed into the
gag. “You defeated yourself, you know.” He repeated the action on his left arm.
“You could have had me so easily, Vegeta. For one kind word I’d have been your
slave for life.” He moved down and snapped Vegeta’s leg. “If you’d understood
the power you had over me, you could have conquered me in an instant.” He broke
Vegeta’s other leg. “But all you could think of was pain and humiliation. And
now the shoe’s on the other foot.”
By now Vegeta
was rock hard in spite of the pain, and he shifted his hips to try to relieve
the pressure. Goku reached between his legs to stroke his cock. “See? It
doesn’t matter who’s on top, does it. You get off either way.” He continued
stroking until Vegeta was panting and whimpering, then moved his hand to
squeeze his balls. The prince came with a jerk, coating the table with his
fluid. Goku gave him a moment to catch his breath and went to collect the rest
of his equipment. He set it down between Vegeta’s feet and leaned down to speak
into his ear.
“I don’t think
you really see me as an enemy, Vegeta. You kill your enemies at the first
opportunity.” He picked up a ridged butt plug, smeared it with lube, and pushed
it into Vegeta’s anus. “Somewhere in there you don’t want me gone. But you
don’t really know what to do with me either.”
He took up his
next implement, the whip; he remembered being on the receiving end of it
several times. He swished it through the air experimentally, then brought it
down across Vegeta’s shoulders. Crack! “I may be naïve but I’m not
stupid.” Crack! Crack! “You say that you hate me, and I think you
honestly believe it’s true. But your body doesn’t lie, Vegeta.” Crack!
Crack! With each blow the prince bucked a little, whimpering with the
combined pain of the whiplash and the broken bones. But he was also getting
hard again.
“You see,
Vegeta, I can still tell I’m special to you. Because you hate me more deeply
and passionately than anyone else you know.” Crack! Crack! “And that’s
one way the two of us are alike. We can’t be indifferent towards each other.
And we would rather have pain and cruelty between us than nothing at all. If
that weren’t true then none of this would have happened.” He tossed the whip
aside and picked up the last thing he’d brought over.
Vegeta screamed
as the hot sauce was poured over his torn and bleeding skin. His struggles
jostled his broken bones, making his pain worse; but then strong hands pinned
him to the table and Goku started licking the mixture of blood and sauce from
his back. The bones, the fire, the butt plug, the tongue – Goku’s hands on him
– Vegeta didn’t know if he was feeling pain or pleasure. A long, drawn-out
sound came out of him, somewhere between a moan and a howl. The sound went
straight to Goku’s groin, and he swirled his tongue along the stripes, trying
to drag out more reaction. At last he had licked Vegeta’s back clean.
Immediately he climbed up on the table between the prince’s thighs, pulled out
the butt plug, and plunged his cock into Vegeta’s hole.
It was the first
time he’d ever done this and it was perfect. Hot, tight flesh enveloped
his shaft, and more than that, it was Vegeta’s flesh, Vegeta’s heat. Never mind
that he had something even better planned; he clenched his fists in the
prince’s hair and pounded into his anus. Vegeta grunted in time with him, and
was soon driven into his orgasm. His muscles tensing around Goku’s shaft sent
him into his second climax; he collapsed onto the prince’s battered form for a
moment, then hauled himself up. He was far from finished.
He got off the
table and pulled a senzu bean out of the jar. Standing in front of Vegeta
again, he studied the other Saiyan’s glazed expression. He pushed the bean into
his mouth and removed the gag so he could swallow properly. It was fascinating
to watch: bones magically repaired themselves, skin smoothed over, energy came
back into his eyes. Goku swallowed a bean himself; he wasn’t injured, but the
beans had a side effect. They restored sexual vigor, and now they were both
ready for another round.
“Does this mean
you’ve given up your delusion that I love you?” Vegeta growled.
“Sort of.” Goku
unhooked the chains, one at a time, and rearranged the prince so he was lying
face up. “I think you honestly hate me. You hate me because it’s the only way
you know how to connect with people. You hurt me because it’s the only way you
know how to touch me.” He stepped back and took off the rest of his clothes.
“But it doesn’t have to be that way, Vegeta. Let me show you.”
Vegeta glared at
him, angry and confused. He’d organized that little scene in order to humiliate
Kakarott, to make him hate Vegeta as much as Vegeta hated him, but it seemed to
have failed completely. But he had brought him here and tortured him (why, if
he didn’t hate him?) – and he’d had two of the best orgasms of his life while
on the bottom. That much he was forced to admit: he actually didn’t care which
one of them was hurting which. But what was that last little speech? Kakarott
thought his hatred was a deficiency? And what the hell did he
mean by that’s not the only way?
Goku climbed up
on the table again and started running his hands down Vegeta’s sides. “You
know, if you really don’t care about me, I could go offer myself to someone
else. Piccolo, maybe. Or how about Krillin? You know what they say about short
people.”
“Don’t you dare,
Kakarott!” The words spilled out before he could stop them, and he gritted his
teeth. Now his own mouth was betraying him! And those hands … they stroked over
his abdomen and thighs, over his whole body, making his skin tingle in their
wake. And he was getting hard again, as if he hadn’t already come twice in a
row.
Goku watched the
prince’s response with satisfaction. No matter how much Vegeta tried to deny
it, there was something between them. And he was reacting to these
gentle touches even faster than he had to the pain. Goku took Vegeta’s nipples
and rolled them between his fingers, then bent down to suck on one; the prince
arched up against him with a groan. Delighted, Goku continued to nibble and
tease the nubs until Vegeta was writhing and cursing under him. He shifted –
and took Vegeta’s cock into his mouth. The prince howled and thrust his shaft
into Goku’s throat. Goku purred around it, the taste and feeling inflaming his
own arousal.
Vegeta stared at
the other Saiyan. He crouched above him on all fours with his own erection
jutting out below him. He was sucking on Vegeta’s cock as if it were some kind
of candy, and he looked hot. He had thought seeing Kakarott in agony was the
most erotic experience of his life, but something about this struck a part of
his brain that set all his nerves on fire. Kakarott was making little moans of
pleasure as he worked, and those went straight to his groin. It didn’t take
much of this treatment before he cried out and came in Goku’s mouth. Goku
swallowed every drop.
Licking his lips
to make sure he hadn’t missed any, Goku crawled up Vegeta’s body again. “We’re
not finished yet, my prince.” And he kissed him. Gently at first, pressing
their lips together, then running his tongue over them. He got the lips to
part, sucked on them, traced the teeth underneath. Hesitantly Vegeta started
kissing him back, curling their tongues together. Goku explored the prince’s
mouth, finding all the sensitive spots, gasping whenever Vegeta did the same to
him. He started touching the prince’s body again.
It certainly
didn’t take much to get Vegeta going. Not five minutes after his orgasm he was
already writhing and moaning for more. Did he even realize how strongly he was
reacting? A layer of sweat covered his body, and Goku left his mouth and began
licking it off him. He traced a path down Vegeta’s chest and stomach, briefly
grazed his cock – which made him yelp – and then settled between his legs to
reach his ultimate objective.
When his tongue
touched Vegeta’s ring, the prince let out a howl the likes of which neither of
them had ever heard before. It spoke of need, of frustration, of pure
unadulterated hedonistic pleasure. Goku swirled his tongue around the muscle to
draw out the sound. He kept going until Vegeta was straining against his
chains, tossing his head from side to side helplessly. He pushed his tongue
inside and felt his whole body twitch. Slid in a lubed finger. Then two.
He looked up at
Vegeta’s face, but the prince wasn’t looking at him. Wasn’t looking at
anything, really, dazed by the sensations running through him. Good. Goku
placed the tip of his cock at Vegeta’s entrance and slowly pushed inside.
Vegeta screamed and shoved his ass into Goku’s hips; Goku stopped for a moment
to let them both adjust. This was better than the last time – his only regret
was that Vegeta couldn’t touch him. He ran his hands over his own aching skin.
He could sense the prince’s eyes focus on him, watch him throw his head back as
he pinched his own nipples.
“Kakarott! Just
hurry up and fuck me!”
He glanced down
at the prince. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please fuck me,
Kakarott!” Immediately Goku pulled back and pushed in again, a slow, firm
thrust. He grasped Vegeta’s hips to keep him from moving and slowly fucked him
until he was once again writhing in his restraints. He increased the pace,
thrusting harder and harder until the prince’s whole body convulsed. “Kakarooooott!”
His semen
splattered over both their stomachs. The combination of sight, sound, the
tensing around his shaft pushed Goku over the edge and he came with a wordless
roar. They lay panting for a short while and then Goku got up and got some damp
cloths to clean both of them up. Vegeta just lay on the table in turmoil.
That had,
without question, been the most intense and satisfying sex of his life. And
Kakarott … sweet kami, Kakarott. The way he looked. Vegeta hadn’t thought about
why that little scene with Trunks had been so exciting; he had assumed it was
the thrill of seeing his nemesis brought down. But could it also be Kakarott in
pleasure, rather than pain, that he’d found so arousing? He remembered, when
Kakarott had screamed his name – he’d ripped off the blindfold, unable to wait a moment
longer.
And today he
had screamed Kakarott’s name as he came. In that moment he hadn’t hated him. He
didn’t know what to call what he felt for him. Reason told him he should be
enraged at being used in such a manner, shamed by being made to look weak by
his enemy. But he didn’t. And try as he might, he couldn’t connect the word weak
to the experience he’d just had.
Goku returned
with a washcloth and gently cleaned him off. “That’s the end of our lesson for
today,” he said. “Which do you prefer, my way or your way?” Vegeta could only
blink at him. He did something with the controls of the ki restraints. “The ki
suppressors will shut down in ten minutes. You had better have an answer ready
next time I come for you.” He stepped back from the table. “Remember, one way
or another, you’re mine, Vegeta.” And he disappeared.
***
End. No, really, end. Yay for ambiguous endings! What do you
think Vegeta will choose?
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