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Desecration: Alternate
By Sefiru
AN: This was supposed to be a Goku/Trunks
fic … but my muse wasn’t having that. So you get a
Vegeta/Goku story instead. The usual note: this is a
direct sequel to Vixen’s “Desecration”, so please read that first. It’s not
related to any of my other Desecration fics.
Oh yeah, this time anonymous reviews actually are enabled.
Oops.
Summary: Goku is a lot harder to
get rid of than Vegeta thought. And does he really want to?
Warnings: NC-17, BDSM, Angst, HJ … more warnings in later
chapters.
Pairings: Vegeta/Goku, brief
Trunks/Goku
Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only
in my dreams and Akira Toriyama’s nightmares. Thank
you to Vixen for letting me use her story idea.
In this chapter: Goku and Vegeta
meet for the first time after “Desecration.” But if they’re not allowed to
touch each other, how will they earn that NC-17?
Kit-kit: I try not to disappoint. ;)
pun_xy: why yes, I am a tricky sneak. How did you
know? I think this is my favorite Desecration story too … I mean, I didn’t take
Feral and Repetitive too seriously, and Unbroken was planned as a one-shot.
Also, this one has my favorite kink, Master/Slave. Or do you just like it
because Trunks is in it? ^^
***
Chapter 2
***
Vegeta glared at
the door and growled under his breath. He still wasn’t sure why he had agreed
to this meeting, especially with his son listening in. “Remember,” Trunks said,
“No verbal abuse, and no touching. I’ll be next door.” He clapped a hand on
Vegeta’s shoulder and all but shoved him into the room.
Kakarott was
sitting on a bench against the far wall but he stood up as soon as Vegeta
entered. At least he had some manners. Vegeta stood with his arms folded and
looked him up and down. “Why?”
“Why do I come
back? Because I love you, Vegeta.”
Vegeta bit back
an angry retort; the last thing he needed was for Trunks to barge in here and
embarrass him. “You still claim that.”
“I will never
reject you, no matter how much you hurt me.”
Vegeta gave him a
suspicious look. “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Of what? You already did your worst and I survived.”
“Then why the –
why are you so devoted to me?”
“Aren’t you
worthy of devotion, my prince?”
That brought
Vegeta up short. He didn’t like the direction the conversation was going. “You
say that, and yet you never show any of the respect due to my rank and
station!”
“Huh? What do
you mean?”
Vegeta rubbed
his temples. Of course the moron didn’t know what to do,
he’d been brought up in the howling wilderness. “For one thing, you’re supposed
to kneel in my presence.”
“Oh.” And just
like that, Kakarott dropped to his knees. “Like this, my prince?”
“Yes.” Something
was not right here. It couldn’t be that easy. People didn’t obey unless you
made them. Right now Kakarott wasn’t chained, wasn’t bound, and Vegeta was
barred from so much as shouting at him. So why did he obey him? What was he
getting out of this?
Now he was
curious. How far could he take this? He looked around; this room was mostly
bare, except for a few benches and wooden armchairs. He set the most
comfortable-looking one in the middle of the room and sat down in it. “I want
to see how serious you are about this. Strip.”
“Yes, my
prince.” Still kneeling, Kakarott pulled off his boots one by one, then set them neatly aside. Next he peeled his shirt off,
arching his back to show off his chiseled muscles. Vegeta studied the view.
Yes, the third-class was attractive; otherwise he wouldn’t have fucked him in
the first place. As long as he was in this ridiculous situation he might as
well find a way to enjoy it. Kakarott unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the
zipper with some difficulty. He’s already
hard? Vegeta’s eyebrows went up. What the hell did Kakarott find arousing
about all of this? He pushed the pants off his hips and paused, obviously
considering how to get them off without standing up. So he would obey orders.
Vegeta smirked.
“Stop there.” Kakarott did; a blush spread across his cheeks. Strange that he
was more embarrassed by this half-nakedness than by the most graphic
perversions Vegeta had inflicted on him. Hn. He could take
advantage of this. He turned sideways in the chair, threw one leg over the arm,
and pointed at Kakarott. “Saiyan, are you proud to be
my slave?”
“Yes, my
prince.”
“Yes, what?”
“I am proud to
be your slave, my prince.” His cock actually twitched as he said it.
Excellent. Confusing as hell, but
excellent. Vegeta considered his next move. “Squeeze your nipples,
Kakarott.”
“Yes, my
prince.” Kakarott lifted both hands and brushed fingertips over his nipples;
they soon grew hard, and he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. A
ghost of a moan rose from his throat. He squeezed harder and then twisted, the groan came again, louder. Kakarott always made
the most interesting noises… Vegeta’s spandex was getting uncomfortably tight.
He pulled his cock out, making sure the third-class saw it. “Now, squeeze your
balls.”
“Yes, my
prince.” He wrapped a hand around his sack and massaged it. His moans were
continuous now and his cock was dripping. A very nice picture – Vegeta hoped
Trunks was taping this. “Now stroke your cock, but don’t touch the head.”
Kakarott wrapped
his hand around his shaft and started stroking. Vegeta’s own organ demanded
attention, so he mirrored the action. The two of them pumped up and down,
faster and faster, until it was obvious that Kakarott was getting near the
edge. Vegeta frowned. This would be the real test. He fully expected to be
disappointed, but he had to know. “Stop.”
Kakarott …
stopped. His hand dropped to his thigh and he sat still, shaking and panting.
Vegeta bit his lip as a wave of heat poured over his body and through his cock.
His hips jerked and his semen splattered to the floor. I can. I can control him with only my voice. He leaned back in his
chair. Good behavior deserved some reward, he supposed
… “Let me hear you beg, Kakarott.”
“Please, my
prince … please let me come.” Not very eloquent perhaps, but
prompt. And his voice shook as he spoke – such a sweet sound. Vegeta
graced his subject with his most arrogant smirk. “You may continue. Fuck your
hand.”
With a moaning
sigh Kakarott did as he was told. He wrapped his hand around his cock, rose up
slightly, and started thrusting his hips into it. His head was thrown back and
his skin gleamed with sweat; he obviously was not going to last long. His flesh
slid through his fingers only a few more times before his hand clenched. “Vegeta!!” His semen arced onto the floor.
Now that …
hearing his name, from his greatest rival’s lips, in that tone of voice, was
enough to make him aching hard again. He waited until Kakarott’s eyes focused again. “Looks
like we’ve made a mess, Kakarott. Clean it up. With
your tongue.”
His subject bent
eagerly to the task. He looked like he was on cloud nine; if he still had his
tail it would be wagging behind him. Just from coming at Vegeta’s command? And
he seemed to be ready to do much, much more than just lick semen from the
floor. Maybe Trunks had a point – there was
power in this.
And Kakarott was making more of those oh-so-sweet noises as he finished
cleaning up his own seed and crawled forward to lick up Vegeta’s. Vegeta
stroked himself as he watched his subject working with his bare ass sticking up
in the air. Maybe next time he’d make him finger himself.
He was distracted
as he realized that he was already planning for a repeat of this meeting. What the hell is coming over me? When
his attention returned to the scene before him, Kakarot
had finished the last drop and was moving forward again, apparently about to
kiss Vegeta’s feet. He paused in mid-movement and tossed an annoyed glance over
his shoulder. Ah, yes, their electronic chaperone. Later Vegeta would be
irritated. But the mere mental image of Kakarott covering his feet in kisses
set off a chain reaction in his groin. He was going to come. Now.
“Kakarott, hold up your hands.” His subject obeyed, with a hungry expression
that for once wasn’t ridiculous at all. Vegeta grunted and shot his seed right
into Kakarott’s cupped hands. Kakarott lapped the
fluid up with every sign of enjoyment. “Thank you, my prince.”
What the hell was he thanking him for? Now
that he’d satisfied his lust, Vegeta was back to being confused – and curious.
Every time he thought he had Kakarott figured out, a new wrinkle turned up. There was the matter of his annoying behavior, but now
it looked like he might be trainable. Rewards. What is he, a
performing seal? Still, he’d just come twice and he was feeling generous.
“Get dressed, Kakarott, I think we’re about done.”
Trunks met them
as they were leaving the room. He looked mildly annoyed. What, because I managed to get off without touching him? Vegeta
gave him an equally annoyed look. “So, have I proved my ability to act in a
civilized manner?”
“Yes. Although
that wasn’t quite what I had in mind for this meeting.”
Vegeta snorted.
“Good. And you can forget that fucking ridiculous no touching rule. Where’s he
staying?”
“You know I’m not
going to tell you that.”
“Kakarott, where
are you staying?”
“Third floor east, suite
312.”
“Goku!”
“Trunks, I appreciate
your help, but you’re not in charge of my sex life. I agree, ditch the no
touching rule.”
Trunks grumbled.
“Okay, touching is allowed. But no hitting and no bondage.”
Arrogant brat. Vegeta snorted again. “Get your rest,
Kakarott. You’ll need it.” He turned on his heel and stalked off, ignoring the
sunny grin on the other Saiyan’s face.
***
And the light begins to glimmer. Vegeta can be a little slow
in some situations ^^;; so it’ll be a few more lemony
chapters before he figures out what he’s actually feeling.
Next chapter: Vegeta is horny and acting strangely. Which is a very good thing for Goku.
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