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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball Super, Resurrection 'F', or Battle of Gods or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Interlude

Goku’s outbursts earlier in the day had tired him more than he realized. After doing some training on his own he had wandered into the dense woods that covered half the planet. It was peaceful so he sat against one of the thick-trunked trees for just a short rest…

Where he promptly fell asleep.

He awoke to fingers in his hair and a much-loved, very arousing scent in his nostrils. He inhaled it deeply, looked up to see Vegeta watching him. The woods were already dark and his eyes were further shrouded in the moonslit glow that passed for nighttime on this planet, but Goku could feel his nervousness. All he had on were the bottoms to his jumpsuit, and there was a fine sheen of sweat across his chest that caught the low light. His tail slowly twined and danced in a way that made Goku’s heart beat a little faster. His mate’s body was amazing and, so was his scent…

Goku held his breath for a moment while he dialed the urge to jump his mate down as low as he could get it. He’d come close to breaking a few promises earlier and it had to have been unsettling at the least. Vegeta was running his fingers through his hair and he sighed, leaning into it. “I’m sorry… about earlier. I can control it now. It won’t happen again, not like that. I can prove it, I won’t touch you until you say.”

Vegeta nodded but didn’t move. “Vegeta, you gave me power over you, didn’t you? When we formed the bond.” Those fingers twitched, withdrew. “Why are you letting me lead?”

Vegeta swallowed hard before speaking. “I am… broken, Kakarot. And you… aren’t. If I ever do anything to hurt you or us, I need you to be able to stop me, like you do when you make me talk. My stubbornness shouldn’t hold us back. I knew you wouldn’t… abuse it.”

The smile came from deep within. Vegeta’s absolute trust was a gift that amazed him every time he thought about it.

“Whis… he was teaching you how to control whether or not you can conceive, right?” He just nodded again, but his breath was too fast, hitching every now and then. “What’s happening, Vegeta?”

Vegeta’s tail slowed in its dance and began doing that thing it did when he was thinking hard so he waited. “Something’s… wrong. And I can’t...”

‘He can’t sort it out. He’s asking for help,’ Goku realized. He used their bond, searched Vegeta’s thoughts and felt him and it was all just a tangled knot of fear and confusion. The fear that went along with being penetrated this way after such a violent rape, fear of Goku’s reactions, fear of being at the mercy of his body’s demands all simmering under a layer of pure, unadulterated need.

‘No wonder he’s been feeling wrong.’ “I can take care of you, if you trust me to. Just let me take over. Will you let me?”

Vegeta nodded again, his breathing harsh. “It’s so fucking hot inside my skin… It’s been too long, it’s starting to hurt. Make it stop, just make it stop…” Vegeta held out his hand and Goku took it eagerly, drawing Vegeta close enough to pull the pants of his tight jumpsuit down over his hips, blessing Bulma’s new design that separated it into two pieces. Vegeta’s cock bobbed free, already hard and heavy and he took it in his mouth eagerly. Vegeta’s knees nearly buckled and Goku’s arms wrapped around the backs of his thighs to hold him up.

Vegeta just smelled so incredibly good, he wanted to just bury his face in that scent…

And realized that being in control of his need meant he could do just that. He pulled off Vegeta and quickly ushered him out of his pants. He switched their positions so Vegeta’s back was up against the tree and nuzzled his way between strong thighs until Vegeta was forced to lift one leg around his shoulder. His tongue reached further back, sought and found that warm, almost dripping wet slit and his eyes closed in a moan as the taste of him burst over his tongue. He heard his name cried out in a short, shaky gasp that he needed to hear again. He licked, teased and finally plunged his tongue inside as Vegeta whimpered and gasped above him. Gods Vegeta, you taste even better than you smell, I wouldn’t have thought it was possible.

Vegeta’s body tightened around him as he continued to thrust inside with his tongue. What came out of Vegeta’s mouth then was part way between a groan and a sob and the trembling turned into outright shaking as he continued the gentle fucking. He began to spasm around Goku’s tongue and Goku could feel him so close to orgasm without being able to get there. He was too close, drawing this out any further would have been cruel.

With one last taste he slid up Vegeta’s body while he untied his pants and let them drop. Vegeta’s legs locked around his waist and though it was a clear invitation the tension running through his body belied it. He buried his head in Goku’s shoulder, hands balled into tight fists in his gi about his shoulders. Goku grimaced as he realized why. Gohan had depleted him, torn him apart and left him essentially defenseless and with child. His body had not forgotten the experience.

Open your eyes. Look at me. He waited until Vegeta’s eyes came to rest in his and everything in them somehow made him feel intensely powerful. It's just me, Vegeta, he soothed. He cupped Vegeta’s ass in his hands, slid home in one long, slow stroke. He was just as warm, wet and tight as Goku remembered; it had been far too long. It was no easy task with Vegeta’s body pulling him in, but Goku held his eyes. He watched as they widened, then narrowed and finally fogged over in pleasure as he was stretched and slowly, completely filled. He was so oversensitized Vegeta’s climax hit him as soon as he bottomed out. The sounds he made as he came were unlike anything he’d ever heard before and he wondered how many times he could hear it before the night was over. Goku held still and rode it out with a long moan of his own, licking and kissing Vegeta’s neck until the addictive spasming around his cock eased.

When he felt Vegeta’s inner walls pulling at him again he began thrusting in a steady rhythm. Now that he could he paid attention to the heat clinging to him and lighting his nerves on fire as he fucked his mate. Vegeta had defied most things and survived everything else to bring their people back from the brink all on his own. And yet, now his tail curled around Goku’s thigh, his arms wrapped around his neck clinging to him so tightly as if he were the answer to everything and Goku closed his eyes at that heady thought, knowing he would never tire of it.

Vegeta’s breathy cries sounded like music and he changed his angle, dropped Vegeta’s weight a little harder onto him and found he enjoyed adjusting the melody. His clenching passage heralded gasping moans and Goku drove into him harder. “Sing for me, Vegeta.”

Vegeta’s eyes opened wide, flew to his and held on like a lifeline. “Kakarot…”

“Sing for me!” One last hammering thrust and Vegeta’s back arched hard, a long, harsh cry spilling from his lips as he gave Goku the song he needed to push him over the edge as well. He spilled himself inside Vegeta as he was in turn splashed with his seed.

Vegeta shuddered in his arms and Goku lowered them to the ground, still staying just ahead of the fog of lust inside him. He stroked and petted the way he always did, trying to help Vegeta come back down but something was different, his body wasn’t calming.

Goku frowned, touched his mind and he could feel Vegeta fighting to still himself. “Vegeta? Look at me, Vegeta.”

Goku hadn’t thought there was a way for black to become darker, and yet it had. Vegeta’s eyes had dilated into black holes and Goku fell in gladly. What do you need Vegeta? Tell me, anything.

“...Again,” Vegeta whispered.

Vegeta…

He had Vegeta on his hands and knees faster than he’d thought to make the action. He finally shrugged out of his top and leaned over Vegeta’s shaking body, one arm on the ground for leverage and the other holding tight to his hip.

“I’m not going to hold back. Power up or I’m going to hurt you.”

Vegeta struggled with it, then shot into his first form with a gasp. Goku growled across his ear. “Higher!”

Vegeta tensed, then roared as he hit his second form. Goku matched him and then pushed past into his third form. He knew what a turn-on the power of it was to Vegeta and sure enough he was moaning, trying to squirm backward onto his cock but Goku held him immobile, nipping at his ear. “Not until you tell me what I need to hear.”

“Kakarot, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me!”

Goku pressed himself against Vegeta’s entrance but stopped there. “Tell me more!” He demanded in a voice harsh with lust.

Vegeta’s entire body shook and he sobbed. “Please, Kakarot! I need you, my mate! I need you to fill me!”

With a cry that was equal parts pleasure and satisfaction Goku drove forward so hard Vegeta’s arms buckled and he fell forward, choking out a scream as milky white erupted out of him. Goku stilled again, smiling. “Is that all, my prince? Are you done now?” Vegeta’s body trembled, his passage still clenched around him while he gasped and whimpered.

“Don’t stop…”

“As my Prince commands.” Goku pulled almost all the way out and slammed himself back in deep strokes and Vegeta’s muscles trembled with the strain of pushing back. Finally Goku took his hips in hand and pulled him into his body with such force that the ground shook. When Vegeta’s cries and tensing body warned of another orgasm Goku pulled out just long enough to flip him over. He lifted one leg over his shoulder and Vegeta’s other leg wrapped around his hip of its own accord. He thrust back in and the depth and angle of it rocked Vegeta’s spine into a beautiful arch, one that inspired even deeper thrusts from Goku. He grasped a slim hip in one hand with bruising force and reached around to the base of Vegeta’s tail with the other. His fingertips sank into the fur and Vegeta’s entire body went rigid, clamping down around him like a vice and setting them both off, joined tightly together.

Energy crackled and jolted through them both and someone was going to have to do some serious landscaping to get things back to the way they were but neither one of them cared in that perfect moment. Vegeta’s trembling body went limp and Goku let himself fall back into base form and pulled Vegeta up against his chest, still deeply sunk inside him. Exhausted as Vegeta was he was still holding on to his second form, and with a smile and no small amount of satisfaction Goku realized why. “Power down now, Vegeta,” he said softly. An equally soft grunt and it fell away, deep black pools under hooded lids faced him. “Are you all right, my love?”

A flush touched Vegeta’s cheeks at the endearment but he nodded, swallowing hard, trying to speak and eventually giving up, laying his head against Goku’s chest. It was becoming easier to think and that nearly unbearable burning in his body was easing. //It’s better now. Can we sleep for a week?//

Goku chuckled, That would be nice. Here or bed?

//Don’t care. You want to be in charge? Be in charge. Don’t make me think.//

Goku laughed again and Vegeta’s amusement gave way to nothingness and steady, heavy breathing. He finally slipped free of Vegeta’s body with regret. He grabbed up their scattered clothing and touched two fingers to his forehead, bringing them both back to a soft bed.

The lure of sleep was dragging at him too and he pulled Vegeta close before giving in to it.

He was awakened by harsh breathing and slim hips pushing back into his already stiffening length a few hours later. He smiled to himself before dealing with the crisis at hand.

Oh, what a rough life he had.
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