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The prompt: I want a fic where Krillin completely DOMINATES Vegeta.

The fill:

“You know, sniveling human.” Vegeta’s words seemed to both smoke in the air, and left Krillin shivering despite the temperate world they were on. “You’re lucky you caught me in such a pleasant mood.”

But nothing about the smile the Saiyan wore was nice.

“You should be happy as well. It’s not every day that someone like you gets to meet the strongest being in the universe.”

“You wish,” Krillin managed, lamely. Trying not to shake in his shoes as the Saiyan’s smile only grew.

“Yes. I will.” His dark eyes glanced almost lovingly, greedily at the dragonballs that gleamed in these alien suns. But the smile was sliding now, a relief and a new fear. “For now however I have a purpose for you, human.”

“What? What do you want from me? You already took the dragonball.”

Vegeta inhaled deeply, before going on regally. “Before I use them to grant myself immortality, you will do something for me.”

“I will?”

He was moving towards Krillin, who felt all the moisture in his mouth dry up. Angular face set, a determined look in the black eyes. “Since Kakarotte isn’t here, and all your other companions are all dead, you will have to do.”

He looked Krillin over, from the slope of his shaved head down to his worn shoes dirtied from the dust of this place. “Before anyone gets here.”

“What do you want from me? If you’re going to kill me,” his voice rose. “I’m not going down without a fight.”

Another creepy, small smile twitched over Vegeta’s face. “I expected as much. You’re a worm, aren’t you?”

The white gloved hand, stained if only metaphorically with the blood of countless innocents, reached out to touch his cheek. Disturbingly warm and smelling of dried sweat and something antiseptic. Cupping his cheek, pulling him just the tiniest bit closer. “But I suppose you’ll do.”

A boyish voice called out. “Krillin? Vegeta?”

Vegeta’s hand dropped to just brush against his shoulder. A warning? Krillin could have gone on his knees and kissed Gohan’s feet for interrupting them. With the incoming terror of the Ginyu Squad trying to kill them, Goku being so badly injured, getting the dragonballs together, Freiza heading their way.

But the event stuck in his mind, especially when he found himself having to undress before the guy, and pulling on a stretchy latex like suit on. The face was expressionless, arms crossed as the two fighters in front of him yanked on his armor. It made Krillin wonder if he’d completely misread that weird moment before, and maybe Vegeta had just been trying to harm him, rather than doing…whatever the hell he’d been doing. That weird thing. Why would he touch him, if not to hurt him? It had just been bizarre, and he nearly wiped at his face just thinking about it. Men did that sort of thing to women, touching them that way, all intimate and looking into their eyes.

He thought on that, as he explained about going to Guru for the password for the dragonballs. And especially when Vegeta told Gohan to watch over his father, and followed Krillin out. Sweat started beading on the bald man’s back, despite the comfortably light armor.

The only thing that brought some relief, when Vegeta jumped him to shove him onto the ground, was that he had sent Gohan away. Struggling beneath the Saiyan prince, feeling the strength in the limbs despite the beating he’d taken, he tried to fight back. The hands on his shoulders could be felt even through the yellow pads, and the way he ground himself into his hip with a curse. Krillin gritted his teeth, waiting for the death blow.

There would be some respite in that as well. No longer having to cower on this strange world, fearing death at every turn. If only it wouldn’t leave Bulma and Gohan at the mercy, hell, leaving the entire universe in the hands of monsters like Frieza and Vegeta. That gave him enough strength to shove at the man atop him, strong enough to show a flash of white teeth in that tanned, annoyed face.

--which was coming far too close to his own head. His mouth mashed against the other man’s, teeth biting, tongue seeking and flicking out, disgustingly wet. Hands holding him down. Pulling away, Vegeta looked down at him and sneered.

The first thing that either of them said was: “Can’t you do anything right?”

“What?”

“Do humans not do this?” Another smothering kiss that felt like being hit with a hammer from the intensity and pleasure it brought.

“Augh.”

“Stop making that face. You’re not helping to improve this.”

“Impro—fugh.” Another kiss that would have probably broken his nose, had he helped one. Searing and all sloppy tongue. His mouth had held Vegeta’s in it. There was not enough toothpaste and mouthwash in the universe to correct that fact. Have to scrape his own tongue off.

His voice cracked, like he’d been reduced to a thirteen-year-old again. “What the hell are you doing?”

Vegeta pulling his armor off seemed to say more than anything verbal could have. That, and the kiss that seemed marginally softer, lapping at his mouth, running across his teeth. Then pulling away to nip at his chin, along his jaw while Krillin whined for him to stop, that he didn’t want this. Even as his the shell of his ear was traced, his neck nuzzled, the dots on his head actually traced by a bare hand as more clothes came off.

When he realized the he himself had removed his gloves, Krillin had to stop and take inventory of this situation. “Vegeta?”

“What is it, weakling?”

The mouth sucking at his collar bone was distracting as hell, and nothing how he’d thought his first make out session would go. “Why are you doing this?”

“You’re the only adult humanoid in the area.”

“What about—you know, nevermind.” Why draw the alien’s attentions to the others? Better to just suck it up, and let him do whatever he wanted. Imagine if he had attacked poor Bulma, or Goku? Or even Dende and Gohan, if he was perverse enough?

When Vegeta tugged down the tight black fabric away from his skin, the Saiyan was grinning. Skeleton like.

“What, what’s wrong?” Which was probably a dumb question, considering that all of this was wrong. And why ask him something like that? Why care what Vegeta thought of his junk?

“Nothing.” The spiky-haired descended onto his stomach, licking over the muscles in a way that made Krillin yelp.

“Stop. Please. Don’t do this.”

A tanned hand cupped him, squeezing over the now naked skin. “I think you do want me to do this.”

“Believe it or not, that doesn’t mean I want to actually have sex with you!”

“Shut up. Before you draw the boy’s attention.”

Which definitely quieted Krillin up, even as the mouth descended downward. His eyes burned at the sight of Vegeta lowering himself, with a hand on both their cocks. Pumping at them expertly. Too late, Krillin realized that he hadn’t even tried to get away. To leave would be just insane, as horrible as that sounded. His eyes glanced around, looking for a distraction, for an excuse, anything to ignore the feel of a hot breath on his inner thighs and the way he was panting.

The ship stood there, crouched like a bug with many curved legs. He hoped desperately that Gohan couldn’t see them, from wherever he was inside. Only six-years-old, and he’d seen enough; this would only scar and confuse the kid. A nightmare appeared where the bowl-haired boy asked his confused and angry mother why Vegeta and Krillin had been showing each other their penises and hugging that way.

As though he didn’t have enough problems in his romantic life without adding this to the fray. But it had been impossible not to enjoy the mouth on him, the toe-curling warmth and wetness, expertly curling his tongue, the sucking. It made it impossible to ignore that this was Vegeta, the murderous pirate who’d killed most of his friends. And a guy.

As pathetic as that sounded.

The hair was way too soft, even pushing aside the fact that Vegeta didn’t seem the type of use conditioner. The dark head moved upward, drawing a cry from him and a slobbery noise as he let the stiffened penis pop out between his lips. “Do that some more, human.”

All the blood rushing south was leaving him dazed. “That’s not my name.”

“Shut up. And touch me.” A threatening brush of teeth against the swollen penis. It looked impossible to be his. Getting head not from some cute girl that he liked and had imagined in this position, but Vegeta. Did he do this a lot? Had he and Nappa—but why would he have killed the big fighter then? He couldn’t even touch the other guy, from this angle.

Oh god, he was swallowing even more of it, rubbing his tongue against the long vein as best he could, making his eyes roll back in his head, hands grabbing for the rough black silk between his legs, at the dirt beneath them. “Vegeta. I’m going to, ugh.”

Raising his head again, businesslike, “Wait.”

“What?”

The Saiyan turned his back, shoving down the rest of his own clothes, throwing off his gold-tipped boots and then turning around to completely strip Krillin naked. Not even looking at his face. Professional as a doctor. Especially when he grabbed the surprised human to lay him perfectly flat, and then sat on his lap.

“What the hell are you doing? You’ve completely lost your mind, haven’t you?”

Vegeta’s voice sounded thick. “Enough of your braying.” His face was all distant, concentrating as he squirmed against Krillin, who was trying not to fidget at the sensation.

“Why are you sitting oh my god.” He realized too late what Vegeta had been doing as his cock was sliding into the guy.

“Maybe I’ll just come on your face.” A grin that seemed a little less terrifying now. “Those dots are for target practice aren’t they?”

His ki had risen high enough to crush the dirt in his hands to an even finger powder. “I—fuck.”

“What, not used to this?”

“Of course not!” And this was how he was losing his virginity. The bald man reared up, grabbing Vegeta’s shoulders. “I’m sick of you being on me.”

“Who said you had a choice in this?” Vegeta snarled.

“Get off.” Krillin paused. “Roll onto your back. Off me.”

“Ah.” A low laugh. “The worm still has some fight in him.”

Krillin pushed him off, no longer caring about the consequences. “Get on your stomach.”

It was exhilarating to see the much stronger man following his command, even if he did it with a self-satisfied smirk. “Like this?”

Of course, he wasn’t too sure what he was even doing, but had to keep what little upper hand he had. “Right. Like that.”

“Okay.” His fingers explored the…entrance, all smooth and hairless and unfamiliar. He swallowed, trying not to have his voice crack again. “Just let me get a good angle here.”

Awkwardly, he shoved himself against the Saiyan, then immediately jumped back. Too strange to be so close.

The Saiyan’s face was twisted with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Could you get on your knees. Yeah.” Krillin deepened his voice. “On your knees. Right now, do it.”

“Pathetic,” he muttered in return, but followed with the shorter man’s request.

“I’m new at this,” Krillin informed him, trying not to wince at the contact when he moved closer. About to fuck the murderer that had wrought so much pain and death throughout the universe.

“You expect me to believe you and Kakarotte never did this? Or you and the long-haired moron?”

“Of course not—“ But then Vegeta was a prick again, and interrupted any words that might have been spoken as he was being enveloped in that tight warmth. It was all he could do to grab his hips, and try not to fall over as he was shoved backwards by the impatient warrior. “Go easy.”

“Would you hurry up?”

His only defense was, “Shouldn’t you be doing this to me?”

“Of course not.” Vegeta nearly snorted in disdain. “You wish, baldy.”

He slid a little faster in and out of the Saiyan, trying to grab at his shoulders. Admiring the way his muscles tightened, the way they moved, the long scars. At the way Vegeta grabbed himself, balancing on his knees and one hand. “I guess I should just be glad that you didn’t do this in front of all those dead bodies in the ship?”

“So squeamish.” But there was a struggle to the timbre of his voice that made Krillin smirk. And then slide down his stomach, slowly, to cup the warm cock that was dripping just a little at the tip. A low growl escaped Vegeta’s throat when he ran his thumb against the damp slit.

When the alien grabbed his head, for a second Krillin was sure he meant to break his neck. But he pulled him down onto his shoulder, letting the shorter man nuzzle and kiss at the tanned skin.

“Would you fucking get on with it. Harder. Bite. There.”

Nearly tasting blood against his teeth, satisfied groans beneath him, his penis snuggled into the tight flesh, Krillin had to say this was probably the best time he’d had on Namek so far. The last place in the world he’d expected to do something, which was one of things that he’d always wanted to do, with the last person he’d wanted to do it with. But it still felt incredibly enough to ignore the bad parts. Even the male genitals in his hand and the masculine voice begging for him to shove himself deeper.

It must have been a pretty messed up image, if someone had seen them. How he must have looked behind Vegeta. All that porn he’d watched as a curious teenager, and as a depressed adult told him pretty much what he’d see if he cared to really look at them from different angles. Frantic swinging of balls, the thick, dark member in his hand, the sounds they were making.

Vegeta came first, loudly, all over his hand. Krillin was thankful for the shoulder to bite, to cover the sounds of his own groaning. Of course, afterward, still inside him, he had no idea what else to do. They were both sweaty, and increasingly dusty. Carefully, he leaned back, and then fell backwards out of the Saiyan.

The taller man rolled over, reaching out for his clothes. Pushing Krillin away to get a glove that he’d been partially lying on. Which got the bald man to sit up and watch him.

“Uh?”

“What?”

There was something here to be done, something right to be said. What did they do in movies and books, during that after moment? A tenderness that followed having sex?

The space pirate flinched a little at Krillin moved closer to kiss his cheek. He sounded disturbed by the contact as Krillin leaned back on his haunches. “I’m done with you. Stop touching me. Get dressed.”

“Fine.” So this was just a weird little one-off fling type deal. That was kinda a relief. The others would have been freaked out over him doing anything more with the killer alien. All horrified, and confused, ‘is this why you never got a girlfriend?’

“If I wasn’t so tired.” Krillin jumped at the feel of a mouth against forehead. Retaliation. A grin that he knew was pleased, maybe just because the other fighter was shorter than the prince. “We could do this again. Before Freiza.”

“So, what, is this just a taste of victory, before the real thing? Where are you going?”

Every movement looked labored. Pulling on his boots seemed to take it out of the Saiyan. Krillin nearly touched his shoulder, even as a part of him recoiled at such a gesture. Killed Yamcha, killed Tien, killed Chaotzu, killed Piccolo, killed all those other Nameks. “I’m going inside to take a nap. Go to the Namek.”

“Uh. Okay.”

With his shoulders slumped, just about staggering back to the ship, Vegeta almost looked human. Vulnerable. Strange, to look at the shape of his body clearly defined through his tight clothes, and know what was underneath. The first and only person to have ever kissed him.

It was funny, but he might almost feel bad about using the dragonballs behind his back.
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