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Unwanted Mating	By : NLDCat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters from the show and I am writing this purely for entertainment purpose with no monetary gain.

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Author's note: To all my reviewers that kept in touch that sent me messages asking (demanding) an update and that I not let this story remain unfinished...this part is definitely dedicated to you guys! Thanks for your support and kind words and hopefully I can get back on track with writing this. Warning for this chapter...m/m sex which is pretty graphic...so take care when you read it if it's not really your thing. For those of you who are reading...let me know what you like or don't like about it. Authors tend to like comments and constructive criticism so...don't be afraid to let me know. With that being said...on with the story...

Part Twenty-Seven: Enough is Enough

WHAM! The impact with the ground leaves him breathless for a moment before he can roll out of the way of his opponent and get back on his feet. Sweat mingles with blood dripping down his face. Tora wipes the bit trying to spill into his eyes and readies his stance again. The glowing figure observes him with a grin. "You're defiant, I'll give you that," Vegeta comments.

"I am NOT going to leave 'Dock with that bastard...so I have to be stronger than he is!" Tora retorts.

"Use that as your focus; put every ounce of how you feel about Turles, about what you KNOW he is doing to him, and USE it!"

Tora closes his eyes letting that anger fill him before a scream of rage escapes him and the ground around him explodes. A moment later, laughter makes him slowly open his eyes and he gazes at the golden glow in shock.

"Congratulations," Vegeta says, "You've ascended."

"Oh...my...god, Tora," Fasha says gazing up at him.

The power thrumming through him was deliciously addictive and Tora knew that he was still some time away from rescuing Bardock...but he was closer than ever. 'Enjoy him while you can,' he thinks, 'Because soon...he'll be mine...and mine ALONE.' "Shall we continue, prince?" he asks.

"Sure thing, father," Vegeta replies.

Tora stares at him a moment at that a little surprised. "You...are something else, highness," he mutters.

Vegeta smiles. "Funny, Kakarot tells me that ALL the time."

Tora finds himself laughing. "Sounds about right...but come on. I want to learn to harness this...because then Turles and I are going to finish this once and for all."

"Which will please everyone, I think...but you're right. You still have a lot to learn about it."

And he would, Tora silently vows. He would and this whole damn mess was going to get cleaned up HIS way...which meant the male was going to DIE.

****POV Change****

He was alone when he woke up and feels something in him become somewhat bruised and brittle. 'Don't,' he tells himself, 'Don't be hurt by this. It was just one night...just one experiment on his part. Enjoy that it didn't hurt but do NOT read too much into it.' the problem was that he feared there was no hope for his desires. He wanted a repeat of his mate's actions even though he knew the male probably wouldn't treat him to another session like THAT.

Footsteps get his attention and he watches as Broly reappears in the doorway with Braiden cradled to him. "Kakarot called because he was getting fussy," the male murmurs as he slowly approaches, "I figured on letting you sleep until I got back with him."

For some reason relief floods him as he gently takes the fussing infant. "You don't have to explain yourself to me," he says quietly as he lets Braiden feed.

"Why do I think you are bothered all of a sudden?"

"I'm not," Raditz replies, "I am being reasonable; reasonable means that I have NO right to know where you are at every moment."

"Now I KNOW you're bothered."

Raditz gives him an annoyed look. "It's nothing." As he watches his mate gaze at him, he's a little annoyed at the smile that curves at the edges of his mouth. "Don't," he warns pretty sure he knows what is about to be said, "Just...don't..."

"What? I can't be pleased that you want more?"

Raditz feels his face heat up. "You're...despicable!"

"But it's the truth."

He focuses on the infant he's holding and tries NOT to give into the urge to swear at the male standing at the foot of the bed. But gods, was it tempting. He finally decides to TRY and be mature. "If it is...it's MY business."

"Really?" Broly's tone was TOO amused now.

Raditz lets out a hiss between clenched teeth. "I don't know WHY you've chosen to be such a pain in the ass right now...but I am NOT appreciating it."

"Not right now you're not."

Raditz stills at his words because there was a promise in them. Slowly, he looks up at the male. "Broly..." he starts unsure WHAT to make of the male gazing at him.

"Do you really think YOU are the only one who enjoyed that?" Broly inquires.

"It's hardly that I enjoyed it that bothers me."

"Then what IS?"

"I don't like that I want it again that I want to feel like that again."

"Why not?"

"Because I hardly doubt that wanting something that's NOT going to happen is healthy," Raditz retorts as he gently burps the now satisfied infant.

"Is that how you see things?"

"Broly..." he sighs before slowly looking up at him, "I know that I am not the ideal mate. I KNOW I'm...hardly what you deserve. I'm trying...to make this work. I AM. I just...I wasn't expecting that...and I liked it so of course I want more but that's not fair to ask YOU to have to handle MY selfish wants and needs."

When Broly gives him an unreadible expression before abruptly leaving, Raditz feels something in him get VERY brittle. He hadn't meant to anger his mate. Holding Braiden tightly to him, he wonders why he couldn't just keep his mouth shut and NOT manage to make the situation WORSE. 'Nice going idiot,' he thinks, 'Why can you never just keep things to YOURSELF?'

***POV Change***

Jyel felt strangely light-hearted after the previous night and found himself humming softly as he worked which was a novel concept considering he'd never felt this happy. As he files the various reports, he hears the doors slide open. He slides the paper he's holding into place before turning his attention to the door to find Broly standing there. "Son?" he asks a little surprised to see him back so soon. As he watches, the male seems to look a little concerned. "Is something wrong, Broly?"

"How...am I supposed to deal with him?"

"Raditz, I suppose, is who you are asking about?"

"Yes!"

"Do you care to be a little more specific? There is a lot about him that needs careful consideration on your part."

"He's bothered that he enjoyed sex with me...bothered more that he wants it again."

Jyel stares at him a moment almost startled before the corners of his mouth curve ever so slightly. "Oh?"

"He says...he says that he's not good enough for me that he's sorry that I have to deal with him wanting me to repeat that again...and I...I want to throttle him for such thoughts."

Jyel was trying his damnedest not to laugh but it was so hard especially considering how he felt at the moment. "So...you came here...seeking my advice?"

"There is no one ELSE I could talk to!" Broly says irritably.

Jyel struggles to get his amusement under control. "Son, Raditz is NOT used to someone considering his feelings or his wants and desires. He's been used by so many people who have never once treated him with respect, compassion, or dignity. Of course he feels guilty for enjoying himself. He's as much a virgin about this as YOU are."

"What do I DO?"

"Let the king and I watch Braiden and handle his needs. Show him that it's okay to enjoy himself with you. You'll BOTH feel better about the situation. He deserves it...and you deserve a chance to find out who you are without your father's brainwashing. Just...be gentle with him, Broly. He's fragile...even though he tries to say he's not. He's got a lot of emotional scars from Frieza. Most of them have yet to heal."

"I can see that now."

"I know you can."

"Then I will go and collect Braiden," he says before turning though Jyel watches him pause at the door, "In all of this...you have yet to question the safety of my child...why?"

Jyel smiles. "Because, silly boy, I know that you love Braiden, and I know that you would never hurt him. He's safe. Raditz is the one who is in need of a lot of care and work. But know this; both sides of YOUR family will be more than happy to take Braiden while you and he work things out."

"There is still so much tension with Bardock being gone..."

"Yes, that might be true but right now that is something that will take time. Besides, it's only a matter of time before Tora goes and reclaimes him and brings him home."

"Still, I can't ask that of them..."

"I am pretty sure that they would be the first to tell you that watching their nephew so that their brother is seen to will make them more than happy to do as you ask."

"I will consider this...thank you, mother," Broly tells him before slipping back out.

Jyel manages to wait a few minutes before he starts laughing, his blue eyes twinkling in mirth as he wonders just how his mate was going to react when he got to watch Braiden so that Broly and Raditz could be alone longer. He touches his scouter. "You're day isn't too busy is it?" he inquires.

"Not today," comes the voice of his mate, "Why? And why do I worry about your amusement?"

"Oh, I am just waiting for Broly to go and collect Braiden so that WE can watch him while he goes...and handles Raditz who has come to realize that he LIKES sex with Broly."

There is silence a moment before he hears a chocked, "Wh-what?"

Jyel starts laughing again. "You heard me," he manages. Really, he needed to stop finding the situation hilarious... but he couldn't seem to help it.

"I think I know where he gets his insanity from then."

"Oh hush, besides, it's a step up from what the previous issues surrounding them have been. At least YOU missed the conversation when he was here talking about it. The poor boy was embarrassed as hell."

"So there are things that embarrass him, huh?"

"Obviously...which I find rather funny."

"I am sure that he doesn't."

"No, not at all," Jyel responds, "but that's not the point. The point is that they are finally on the right page. That is VERY reassuring."

"Okay, I will agree with that...but it still makes me nervous when you are that amused at things, Jyel."

Jyel rolls his eyes knowing his mate can't see. "Vegeta, please, I am hardly SCARY when I'm amused at things."

"Well, you don't see things from OUR perspective either."

"You know, insulting me is NOT a good way to get sex."

****POV Change****

Raditz is a little startled when Broly returns abruptly only to take Braiden gently from him and leave again. The long-haired Saiyan is NOT sure what to think about this though he doesn't argue with his mate. He was too worried about what would happen if he did so. Trying to make himself calm down, he showers and tries to tell himself that everything was okay and that he was not in danger of being hurt. He just wasn't sure that he wasn't lying to himself which was worse. In fact the whole damn situation was wildly out of his control and he didn't like it. He didn't know how to read Broly now and that made him nervous.

Coming out of the shower, he is met by the Saiyan causing him such stress. "Is there a reason you ran off with Braiden?" he demands as he towel-dries his hair leaving the rest of his wet frame visible.

"I figured that his grandparents could watch him for a time."

"As in the king and Jyel?"

"The same."

"I am quite capable of watching him...just so you know."

"Oh, I am well aware of that but you and I are going to be a little busy for that which is why Braiden is at the palace and not here."

Raditz gazes at him warily. "And what are WE going to be doing that requires someone to be watching our son?" he inquires.

Broly's mouth curves before he reaches out and snags the towel from him. "Why don't you guess?" His tone is low, husky and ignites Raditz's nerves almost immediately.

"I..." he starts unsure that he should be acting like THIS.

"You?"

"What are you doing?" Raditz finally whispers, "and why...dear gods, WHY do I want it so badly?"

Broly slides close enough to press a soft, teasing kiss to his mouth that makes Raditz tremble and doesn't answer him. The long-haired male doesn't demand that he do so and merely draws him closer wanting to feel him pressed against him deciding that he would much rather just feel him like this. Broly obliges him drawing his mouth down him slowly, teasingly making him shudder and whimper beneath him. "A-ah...gods...please..." Whatever this was, he really just COULD not get enough of it.

Broly is slow and thorough and Raditz finds himself opening willingly, helplessly, needing and craving the other. His mouth and fingers trail from his mouth down his neck and chest where he licks and sucks on one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers gently enjoying the low, whimpering sounds of pleasure it drew from Raditz. He switches up doing the same to the other as Raditz's arousal increases, the scent seeming to fill the room and his senses making him feel almost drunk on its sweetness. How anyone could resist such a thing was beyond him but he was becoming addicted to the way the other sounded, smelled, and tasted like this. From his chest, he moves down his stomach licking and sucking at the skin knowing now where to touch to have him open wide begging and pleading for him, for more. He can't help the rumbling purr of pleasure that escapes him the lower he goes enjoying the way the other responded to him.

Raditz can't help whimpering helplessly when Broly slowly, teasingly draws his tongue lightly up the length of his swollen, aching cock with enough pressure to tease him, to spark the pleasure spiraling up his nerves higher but not enough to give him the relief he and his body begged for so wantonly. In fact, Broly seems all to willing to take his time reducing him to a mass of desire before he finally plunges his mouth over him, taking him deep into the hot, moist cavern which has his back arching and him nearly keening in pleasure. Hard suction has his body open, his fingers tangled in the other's dark locks and him begging like some sex-addicted slut for him to not stop, for more, for god's please YES!' It was embarrasing as much as it was the most intense, addicting pleasure. Broly treats Raditz to a violent climax leaving his mate panting and trembling beneath him on the verge of tears at the intensity. He waits until the other has calmed, until his breathing has regulated and until he's come from his high before pressing his thighs further open.

Raditz had been sure after the orgasm that had nearly spiraled him unconscious, the other was done. However, he is a little surprised when once he's calmed down, the other presses him open further. His mind barely has time for the thought, 'He's not about to...' before a low, stranged whine escapes him as the other slowly presses his tongue into him. It takes only a few deep thrusts of his tongue before Raditz is once again hard, aching, and wanting more. "Please...oh gods...yess...ohh...gods..." That he could reduce him to almost incoherency just with his mouth alone was something but he wanted more. He wanted everything the other could dish out as long as it had him arching and rubbing along that bundle of nerves that had him seeing stars. Broly takes his time drawing his tongue along his walls pressing in deep making his nerves pulse and his want heighten to an all-consuming need. It just, it wasn't enough. "Broly...please...please...more...please."

His begging soon grants him the sensation of a finger pressing into the tight ring of muscle stroking along his walls and crooked just right brushing that bundle of nerves that has him jerking and panting helplessly. "A-ah...yess...please...more...I...need you...please.." He wanted the other deep in him, wanted to feel the strong, hard thrusts that seemed to encompass EVERY part of him. He was becoming addicted to this and he wasn't sure it was healthy but he couldn't seem to help himself. Finally, the other removes his tongue in favor of a second digit pressing them deep, rubbing them against his spasming skin making him tremble, arch, and whine for more. Broly can't help the low, pleased chuckle that escapes him.

"You are so delcious-looking like this, open, arching, begging for more from me. I can't...seem to get enough of you," he murmurs gazing at the other. Raditz would be embarrased if he wasn't so intent on shoving his hips against those digits impaling himself on them wanting that spot rubbed like they were. "That's it...show me how much you want this, Raditz, show me how much you want ME."

"A-ahh...uhhh...f-fuck...please...Broly...please...ahh..." The heat intensifies filling, coiling, burning and making him writhe caught in a pleasure deep enough to encompass every part of him and still it wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough. He was sure that if he didn't get to that point he was going to lose his mind and STILL Broly took his time stretching him, teasing him, leaving his touch branded into his skin. It was heaven and hell mixed into sensations that had him shuddering and feeling like he was coming apart at the seams.

Two finally becomes three and Raditz is sure that his sanity is hanging on a thread as the digits press in and out rocking him and making him cross-eyed in pleasure. "B-Broly...f-fuck...you...s-stop...tormenting me..."

That makes the other chuckle. "I'm not," he murmurs softly, "I'm just going to make sure that eventually you remember only MY touch against your skin." At this, he slowly withdraws the digits which draws a definite sound of protest. It makes him chuckle. "Such a needy thing...ah...I love it," he murmurs.

"C-considering that you've managed to turn me into a mess of hormones...I am sure it DOES please you."

"Not as much as the way it feels to be in you deep, hard, completely."

Raditz whimpers at the words. "Please?" he manages wanting to FEEL that.

"How can I resist such a request?" the other murmurs as he strips as asked before gently lifting the other's hips up. Locking his eyes, with the dark, desire-filled orbs of his mate, he could almost drown in the want he saw there. Slowly, he presses his hips against the others groaning at the tight heat that encases him. "A-ahh...yess...soo...GOOD.."

Inch after inch, Broly presses into him and Raditz can only make low whimpering sounds as he finds himself struggling to pull in a full breath. Finally, the other is all the way in him stilling allowing for the spasming muscles to adjust. Raditz watches his gaze noting the intensifying want, knowing that the other was on the verge of letting go, of spilling to his full strength and that knowledge just makes the ache in him deepen further. "B-Broly please..."

Broly hears the plea and it takes him a moment to realize what the other was asking, what he was begging for. He soon gives it to him, his power washing over them both as he spirals to the depths of his strength. The feel of the other clamping harder over his engorged cock is enogh to draw a low primal sound of pleasure from him. It is made only sweeter by the cry of pleasure from the male beneath him. He manages to wait before giving a slow slight rock of his hips knowing that if he wasn't careful, and controlled that the other could get hurt by him. Once the male's body relaxes, once he is able to move without the fear of tearing him, he surrenders to the want and need to claim, dominate, and make the other his until all he can see, feel, taste is Broly, until he owns him heart, body, and soul.

Raditz is soon overwhelmed with pleasure as every thrust of the other's hips presses his mate's thick, swollen cock deep in him rubbing against every spot in him that has him arching in pure bliss. He presses his hips back rocking with him pulling him in deep and hard needing, craving the other's dominance welcoming it. It was nearly too much but he begged for it anyway letting it wash over him until it eclipsed his universe until it all that mattered was the crashing feeling of pleasure and euphoria never ended.

Broly is merciless pressing in deep and hard over and over making sure to hit that bundle of nerves that has his body clamping and the other nearly screaming. He withdraws all the way before plunging back in and repeats again..and aga...and againg until he has reduced the other to wordless cries of pleasure, to bucking feverishly against him. He pulls one...then two...then three orgasms from the other and continues until Raditz is so over-stimulated that he is litterally passes out. There was something rather satisfying to Broly, as he slips from the other and curls around him. They were definitely going to be sticky after this but he was too sated to care very much and soon follows his mate into slumber.

***POV Change***

Bardock lets the water spill over his frame and wishes that he was anywhere in the universe but stuck in hell. Leaning his forehead against the cool tiles, he feels the heat radiating off his skin and cursed how he felt. This was all he needed, to have his Cycle start. He was trying to avoid Turles because he drew the line at begging the bastard to actually touch him. He slides a hand down between his thighs stroking the hot, swollen skin whimpering low in his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut as he continues touching himself, his hips pressing harder. It wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough but the alternative just made him inwardly cringe too much...besides the other would only taunt him and not grant him what he wanted. He wasn't stupid so he was stuck hoping that what he was doing would slake some of what roiled through him even though every time he closed his eyes, the face he always saw, the ONLY one he saw was Tora. He missed the other more and more with every passing hour. Deciding that it couldn't possibly hurt, he lets his mind wander, sliding his fingers up and down himself remembering the way it felt when he was with Tora and his Heat hit, how thorough, how passionate the other was with him. How he had no issues with touching him EVERYWHERE doing whatever it took to satisfy the need that burned in him. The more he thought about Tora, the more he let himself remember their couplings, the better every touch of his own hand felt. His breathing becomes shallow, reedy and he holds onto those memories as it helps push him over the edge of a much needed release. Trembling against the wall, he can't help but whisper, "Tora."

"Still thinking about him, huh?"

Turles's voice makes him go tense. Oh god. His head snaps to see the other standing by the shower curtain gazing at him. "I..."

Turles smirks before he slips into the shower with him. "Aww, don't tell me I worry you, Bardock."

The other male feels himself tense knowing that the other had to be angry, he wasn't stupid. "Wh-who I think about isn't your business."

"You seem to forget that you're MY mate."

"And you seem to forget that you will NEVER compare to him." He knew that the very second the words were out that he should have just kept his mouth shut.

"Oh really? Is that a challenge from you?"

"No...because there will NEVER be a way for you to beat him." If he was going to get hurt...he might as well put all the cards on the table. The feel of Turles pressing against him pressing him against the wall makes him shiver and wish he really could keep his comments to himself.

"I don't believe that...and by the time your cycle ends, neither will you."

Bardock just does NOT like the sound of the other's dark promise. He knew better than to tempt Turles into retaliation like this and because he hadn't been cautious, he was probably about to pay dearly for that. Sometimes, he just wondered why he bothered. He was trapped and no amount of pleading was going to help him right now. "S-say and do what you will, Turles. Tora...will always be the male I see when I close my eyes, when I think of who turns me on, when I think of who I LOVE. It will ALWAYS be him."
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