HEAT

“You need a doctor” he stuttered feeling his fathers’ forehead once again “you’re burning up. I’m not leaving you hear like this”

“YOU IDIOT” snarled Vegeta shoving the purple haired Saiyan away roughly sitting up “You can’t damn well fix this you idiotic half blooded fool. If a doctor could fix it don’t you think I would-” Vegeta’s words trailed off as he looked at his son.

Trunks was where he had been thrown his back partially against another tree. His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted his hair hanging around his face messily. Against his will Vegeta began to study the younger male letting his eyes wonder over the younger body. Everything about him suddenly taking on a slightly different look as his instincts took over. The fragile hold he had on them obliterated by the overpowering need for raw Saiyan sex.

The other Saiyan’s lilac hair took on an appealing texture and his blue eyes suddenly seemed to become bottomless pools drawing Vegeta into then. Moving against his own will while a small part of him that was still human screamed at him he crawled across the ground. Sliding up Trunks body he straddled his hips while those stunning blue eyes watched him in shock.

Trunks didn’t know what to do as his fathers words died and he came under sever scrutiny. The look in those onyx orbs shifting from anger to something he could place making him feel very uncomfortable. The only thing he could liken that look to was the way a hungry lion looked at a large slab of meat. He wasn’t entirely sure he liked the idea of being a slab of meat.

Unsure what he should or could do as is father seated himself in his lap Trunks’ took on the stare in shock approach. Those piercing black eyes bore into him as muscular arms were slung over his shoulders. Then the last thing he expected happened something he couldn’t have ever expected. Vegeta leaned forward and hot lips touched his own. Gently at first but that changed instantly the older Saiyan all but forcing his way into Trunks’ mouth exploring every inch of it.

Still staring wide eyed at his fathers face pressed against his own Trunks jumped slightly when a deep animalistic purr rumbled through Vegeta’s body. Something inside his mind seemed too twitched at the sound only confusing him more. When he was finally released from the soul searing kiss his father began to move over his neck nipping and biting the skin before licking it. Despite himself Trunks was being affected by it even as he morally screamed at how wrong this was to be getting turned on by it.

Vegeta ground himself against the other Saiyan as his lips skimmed over pale flesh. Something wasn’t right and he knew that already his instincts picking it up. This thing beneath him wasn’t a true Saiyan and was unworthy of having him as a mate. That however did not mean he wasn’t intent on getting off before going in search of some one who was worthy. Who would be able to give him what he wanted and claim him or be claimed by him either way he would find one. Until then this boy would have to do beside at this point in time he hardly cared. Some part of his mind was full of indignation and partial disgust over what he was doing but that bit was miles and miles away.

“Vegeta” breathed Trunks as the Saiyan prince all but tore his shirt from him. Those delicious hot lips dropping to his chest moments later kissing there way along his pecs before a wet tongue lapped at a nipple. Gasping he realised for the first time where this was going that this wasn’t just a game. Not that there was much he could do against his father without powering up and an odd part of him he hadn’t been aware of wasn’t exactly complaining. There was a growling sounded from his father seconds before there was a tug at his pants and they were all but ripped from him.

Giving a shocked gasp he looked down at Vegeta who seemed to be staring at his now visible arousal as it stood proudly amongst its tangle of lilac curls. He had always found that odd, that the colour of the hair on his head was reflected down there as well. As it was he wasn’t even sure why he was thinking of that. Here he was lying naked in the open with his father staring intently at the erection he had caused. While his mind wondered about the colour of his hair.

Just when he began to feel uncomfortable Vegeta pounced. His head diving down as his hands gripped Trunks’ hips preventing him from moving. There was a strangled gasp from the half blooded Saiyan as Vegeta swallowed his length taking it all in right to the back of his throat. The Saiyan prince had long lost his gag reflex at the hands of Fresia and apparently it was just something that didn’t come back. Deep throating as he was Vegeta was engulfed in the musky scent that was only half Saiyan. There was still something missing but that didn’t stop him beginning to purr mildly noting the moan that came from Trunks as he did so.

Moaning and arching his back Trunks tangled his hand into the black hair of his father no longer comprehending really what was going on. His mind awash with the sensation coursing through his body from his fathers apparently very skilled tongue. All too soon Vegeta’s mouth left his cock as he stood. Gasping Trunks opened his eyes unaware of when he had closed them. Looking up as Vegeta all but tore off his own clothing he only had another moment to think about what was happening before he was on him again.

Vegeta’s thighs rested on either side of Trunks’ hips the heat from them seeming to radiate through his own. Hot lips pressed themselves to his own sending another set of shivers through his body. The strong form of Vegeta was pressed against him the Saiyan’s flesh heated and sweat covered to the point it was almost burning him.

With his back all but pressed against the tree behind him and his father in his lap Trunks couldn’t really do anything even if he wanted to. Or that what he was more thn happy to convince himself. Not even as Vegeta reached between them grasping Trunks’ throbbing erection. His grip was firm and warm as it slid around the base making him moan into the other Saiyan’s mouth. He was aware of his father’s hips moving slightly, his weight being lifted from his own legs. Unknowingly Trunks slid his arm around Vegeta’s waist and up the mans back even as their tongues danced and mingled.

There was a moments pause before spots flew across his vision as his cock was engulfed in searing tight heat. Crying out even as his father moaned leaning into him he hardly had time to think before Vegeta began to move. Lifting his hips he dropped back down into Trunks lap sending a wave of pleasure through the young half Saiyan’s body. A deep growl sounded from deep within the Saiyan princes throat as he began to ride his son. Literally impaling himself rapidly over and over again with abandon to the point where Trunks wasn’t sure he could breathe.

Without any kind of preparation or lubrication Vegeta pressed down on Trunks’ thick shaft. The pain was horrendous but again his body was use to the abuse from Fresia all those long years ago. As such he could block it out his Saiyan instincts loving the sensation knowing he was getting exactly what he needed. As the prince of Vegeta-sai it was his right to claim any one he wanted but he didn’t want this one. This one was just a way for him to scratch his itch before he sought out someone worthy of being his mate.

Unconsciously leaning into Trunks to shift the direction of the thrusts he began to move to erase the already present pain. Lifting his hips so he slid up the wide shaft before dropping them sliding back down he couldn’t help but growl. The slight moment of humanity that had allowed him to worry about his bodies’ pain passing rather quickly. His instincts urged him on to a savage pace ignoring the pain that shot through his rear. His mind almost too quickly accepting it as pleasure making him bounce his hips even harder.

His mind was blank, his body blazing with heat and lust. He no longer care about who it was that was pinned beneath him. Wasn’t even thinking who it was he was making fuck him and honestly couldn’t care. All that mattered was that he got off the only thing he cared about was reaching his own release. Finding that simple moment in time where the lust of his heat would fade for a few moments and let his mind think properly, allow him to function. Grabbing his current partner by the shoulders he used them as leverage to drive himself down harder and faster. Ignorant of his nails digging into the pale skin of his son or the hiss of pain that protested it he continued. The edge was creeping closer and closer even as hands grabbed his hips and the man beneath him began to buck desperately. The sensation making the tension in his stomach tense immensely making his breathe catch in his throat. There was a cry, a burst in power followed by a hot rush inside of him signalling his partners end. The combination of events finally sending him over the edge making him arch his back and scream ascending to super Saiyan as he came.

Trunks collapsed backwards onto the tree trunk behind him. Running his hand through the golden upsweep of his hair the air was knocked out of him as Vegeta collapsed forward onto his chest. Even as he fought to catch his breath and comprehend what the hell had just happened he looked down his body at the golden haired head on his chest. Closing his eyes again he let his head rest back on the tree trunk trying to calm his breathing and erratic heart beat. Against him Vegeta was breathing just as heavily only he seemed to be making no attempt to calm it.

Vegeta lay limply against the chest of who ever he had just screwed letting the calming sensation of sex wash over him. His instincts were quickly retreating leaving him to fight down his power level and calm his breathing. The burning in his body was still present warning him that this was only a temporary reprieve and that he would not be free for long. Reminding him that he still needed to mate not simply fuck someone into the ground.

As is mind slowly became his own he realised that he had lost. That he had given in to his instincts and that some one had taken him. The still present hard on in his backside more than enough to get the point across. As his Saiyan mind slowly receded and he began to think clearly his body twitched becoming tense as he realised what had happened.

Seconds later he leapt back falling on his ass and wincing. Scrambling to his feet he backed desperately away from his son unable to accept what he had done. His mind flashing to being held down and forced into things by Fresia and how he had just basicly done the same thing. Even thought the thought was irrational it hit home sending both loathing and disgust through his mind.