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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Urges

Rampa gave Gohan’s arm a squeeze, along with a shaky smile, still obviously unsettled by the revelation that he had barely escaped capture… at the expense of his best friend’s life, no less.

Before Gohan could think of anything suitably comforting to say, a small commotion drew their attention… someone was pushing their way through the crowd. But the Royal Guard members moved easily aside for the newcomer and Rampa lit up, opening his arms for Cabba to come flying into them. It wasn’t right, Rampa thought, for him to have favorites amongst his own children. But as he hugged his last-born son, meeting his father’s eyes across the dais he forgave himself his parental transgression.

“How did you know I needed a hug?” he murmured into the surprisingly soft spikes of hair so like his own.

“Are you kidding?” Cabba responded, watery-eyed but chuckling. “Almost every story you tell about your youth starts with ‘Matsu and I.’ As sorry as I am for what happened to him, I’m really glad it didn’t happen to you. …Is that wrong?”

Gohan chuckled, shaking his head. If the boy had any flaws beyond being overly kind-hearted, he had yet to find them. Rampa seemed to agree, moving Cabba to arm’s length to smile at him. “There’s not much you do that’s wrong, my sweetest boy.”

Yasai grunted, still in his new form and seeming to stand an extra foot taller from pride. His thick mane looked to be in a battle of its own with the tie at the base of his neck, but so far it was holding. He turned to Gohan with an upraised eyebrow. “That King of yours… he just had to upstage me, didn’t he?”

Gohan rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “He does tend to hog the spotlight. Sorry about that.”

“I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned you three can live in the spotlight! We’re going to be able to go where we please and do as we wish now.” Rampa’s eyes narrowed and he turned on his own king. “Yasai, get over there and announce our freedom to the people. Tonight I wish to sleep where I belong: under the same roof as my love and my family!”

Before the King could square off for an argument Gohan interrupted. “I understand, Rampa; I’m sure you’ve wanted this for a long time. But this might not be the best time… at least, not just yet. Once the news of Sava and Frost’s activities reaches everyone there’s going to be unrest at worst, a lot of angry and depressed people at best. They’ll need some good news at that point; it would be the perfect time for the announcement. …In fact, you might even do it in Matsu’s name.”

Rampa and Yasai both seemed mollified, even pleased, and a smug smile graced Whis’ delicate features. He waited for Yasai to move on with speak to his people before speaking. “You’re thinking like a leader, General Gohan.”

*Am I? Oh. I’ve been hanging around Yasai and Vegeta too long, I guess.*

Whis just gave him one of those enigmatic smiles of his and Gohan sighed ruefully. *What are you planning, Whis?*

“Your King is to blame for your aggravation this time, not me. You’re a smart boy, I’m sure you’ll work it out before he has to tell you.”

*...You’re enjoying this ‘spymaster’ thing way too much.*

Whis’ laugh was long and throaty. “When you’ve lived as long as I have, you realize that there’s no such thing as too much enjoyment. Speaking of which, I’ll just bet there’s going to be a feast in someone’s honor soon… and since Vegeta and Goku are- oh. Talk about timing,” he broke off at sensing a major energy spike from the residential wing of the palace.

Gohan shook his head, chuckling, well aware of Whis’ unobtrusive scrutiny. *Let’s just hope they don’t bring the building down around our ears.*

“I’ll stay close… just in case they get a little too carried away. As I was saying,” Whis continued with a sly smile. Since Goku and Vegeta are otherwise engaged, I think you’ll be today’s guest of honor. Let’s go make sure the kitchen staff knows my- I mean, your favorites!”

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The throne room vanished from around the entwined saiyans and they fell backward, landing in the soft bed and rumpled sheets that carried Goku’s scent. He tumbled them both onto the soft bedding, unable to tear his lips away from his lover’s. It had been so long, but Vegeta tasted the same… felt like home and Goku knelt over him, needing more.

Their gloves were the first things to go, flying in four different directions in their haste to feel each other’s skin under their fingertips again. Goku cleared his gloves first and wasted no time in curling his fingers into the waistband of Vegeta’s pants. He pushed them down and Vegeta aided him, kicking his own boots off to wriggle out of them. Vegeta returned the favor with far less care, simply tearing any material that separated his hands from Goku’s skin. As stunning as his mate looked in royal attire all Vegeta wanted was to touch him as fully as possible.

Their sporadic, harsh breaths echoed through the dimly lit room. Goku tried to finish the job of getting Vegeta naked as well, but his King and mate was too impatient, only letting Goku get his robe and armor off before pushing his hands out of the way so he could return to his own mission.

He had to, there was no help for it. The storm inside him raged and Goku’s gentle but passionate attentions weren’t enough to calm it. He felt like he would burst from the desire to have all of Goku all at once. As soon as he’d bared every bit of Goku’s flesh to his eager touch he seized his prize, wrapping talented fingers around the already leaking cock that was desperate for his attention.

Goku moaned, giving in to sensation and Vegeta gained the upper hand, flipping their positions and pinning Goku to the bed with his own pleasure. Goku hissed, his hips raising with each movement of Vegeta’s fist.

Being with Goku like this again… he’d hoped it would be enough to erase the past month but it wasn’t. He could still feel

~Frost’s hands, could smell Krass’ hatred and arousal as he tried to shove it down his throat, hear his own voice raised in the bitter lies Frost demanded of him~

Vegeta growled in frustration, giving his head a shake but it didn’t help because he could still feel

~the burn of fingers shoving into him, the bitter disgust that bubbled up in him like bile at every single unwanted, unasked for incidence of skin touching his own~

A cold chill ran down Vegeta’s spine, puffing the fur of his tail as well. The toxic, intrusive memories from his time as Frost’s ‘prisoner’ kept barging in on the captivating perfection pleading for him and Vegeta begrudged his captors’ meddling even though he’d had their lives for their crimes. His fist grasped Goku’s thick cock a little tighter, moved a little faster over the velvet-clad steel and he arched, crying out Vegeta’s name. Vegeta couldn’t help closing his eyes, latching onto that beloved voice he’d begun to become lost without. He wanted that voice in his mind and nothing else… he needed everything that wasn’t Goku to just get the fuck out of his head.

Thanks to long practice he knew of one sure way to clear his mind.

He raised himself onto his knees, not stilling his hand until Goku’s cock was pressed against his entrance.

By the time Goku registered the severity of Vegeta’s mounting anxiety it was too late to stop his mate’s desperate solution. Vegeta dropped himself onto Goku’s cock, impaling himself with his full weight. He needed the pain, knew it would be bad, he knew, but this was far beyond what even he’d expected.

The head of Goku’s cock had been wet and slippery thanks to his own need and his mate’s talented hands, but it wasn’t enough, not even close. He cried out both in pleasure and pain as Vegeta’s body enveloped him, too tight and too dry.

Vegeta’s spine snapped into an arch, and there was nothing but pain in the silent scream coming from his open mouth. The sharpness of it tearing into him momentarily overwhelmed him and he whimpered. It wouldn’t relent, reverberating in an endless throb but Vegeta embraced the agony of it even as he shivered from the unexpected intensity.

The feel of fluttering kisses on his face slowly expanded his awareness once more. Goku had shifted, sitting up and holding him tightly in his lap. Between kisses Goku furiously berated him for his rash action.

“What the hell were you thinking?! We haven’t been together in a month, and Rampa told me that it’s super important to go slow when you’re this far along!”

“It’s fine, I’ve been through worse. Don’t stop, damn it!” Even though Vegeta answered harshly Goku could feel the truth, that he had acted out of instinct and nothing else. Pain clouded his eyes, Goku could feel Vegeta’s blood beginning to ease the way between them and still Vegeta was reaching for more, still desperate to put the trauma of the past month behind him.

Goku understood, he did. He knew how Vegeta handled things, knew how well his default coping mechanism, the path of pain, had served him in the past. He knew how his own mate’s mind worked, so simple and efficient in its brutality but still…

This couldn’t happen again.

You don’t need to do this to yourself, not when I’m with you. Don’t ever use me to hurt yourself like that again, Vegeta!

Vegeta flushed at the reprimand but wouldn’t be dissuaded. The pain of such a violent entry had helped to clear his mind but didn’t completely chase away the demons. That crawling under his skin remained, insidious and persistent.

Pushing Goku’s protests aside Vegeta pressed against his shoulders for leverage. But when he tried to lift himself, Goku’s hands tightened around his waist, forestalling any movement. Through the pain still tearing roughshod through him Vegeta somehow managed to scowl at him, and to his surprise Goku just scowled right back. “This is nothing to me and you know it, Kakarot. Let me move or I’ll fucking kill you-”

The vibrations of Vegeta’s voice rumbled through this body, sending a shiver up Goku’s spine as it reached his cock. “There’s no way I’m stopping,” he said shakily. “But I’m not going to keep tearing you up either. Now shut up. I’ve never really tried this before and I have to concentrate.”

Goku closed his eyes tightly, ignoring Vegeta’s inevitable outburst to focus instead on his physical pain.

Healing came naturally to Goku, but even so he trembled with the effort it took to focus on anything other than being inside Vegeta’s body after so long away. He only took a few seconds to center himself, but it was a few seconds too long for his impatient mate. “Concentrate on what, Kakarot?!”

On burning you. …Or don’t you like it when I do that anymore?

Suddenly every fiber of Vegeta’s being wanted nothing more than that, to immolate himself in the pure and searing determination of Goku’s soul. He couldn’t give voice to his desire but their bond meant he didn’t have to.

I thought so.

Goku sought out the injuries so cruelly inflicted on the man in his arms during their separation and set his god energy to work. His power flared, his heat enveloped and invaded Vegeta and the king moaned, not in pain but in ecstasy. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the exquisite heat, to let it consume his senses…

The tearing pain ripping up his spine began to recede as Goku’s god energy began to knit torn flesh back together and Vegeta shivered at the new feeling. Goku’s lips touched his throat and he tilted his head back in anticipation only to feel Goku recoil in a rage at the burns and blisters he found. Another wash of power and they too healed under his attention, along with the offending marks encircling his wrists and the welts and bruises raised along his back and ass.

Vegeta would wear his mark or none.

He returned to his intended action, inhaling Vegeta’s scent before seizing the slick skin of his neck between his teeth. Vegeta’s mind opened to him as fully as it could without fusing them, and Goku eagerly took his rightful place there, just as Vegeta filled his own mind.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta moaned, shifting his hips in Goku’s lap. Goku held still though, unmoving inside his mate’s almost unbearable tightness while his hands roamed freely over the most sensitive parts of his body. He dipped his head to take a nipple gently between his teeth, alternately lapping at it with his tongue and worrying it lightly.

Vegeta gasped, almost immediately beginning to squirm in his lap and Goku switched to the other pebbled nub with a smile. Their sensitivity never ceased to amaze him, and it didn’t take long for Vegeta to let out a shaky breath that held far less pain than pleasure. When the vise-like grip around him began to relax ever so slightly Goku finally reached lower to take Vegeta’s reawakened erection in his hand.

His own desire roared through him when Vegeta’s hips bucked into his hand. The hand he was using to hold those talented hips still now began to aid Vegeta in moving. Given the freedom to do so Vegeta’s hips rocked back and forth in his lap, movements becoming faster and more frenzied.

With a growl Goku tightened his grip once more, but only to drag them both further up the bed and flip them over without uncoupling their bodies. Now that he could go as deeply as he wanted without worrying about crushing the children between them Goku drew back and plunged forward, satisfied shouts echoing from them both.

Goku grasped splayed hips and relished the tightness around him. I’m never going this long without being inside you ever again.

Vegeta shifted his legs, uncurling them from around Goku’s hips to rest against his shoulders, dropping his weight more fully onto Goku’s cock and drawing a cry of surprise and pleasure. //Don’t expect an argument from me. Now move, Kakarot. Fuck me.//

Goku pulled out, and watched his length as he sank it slowly back inside his lover. “So good,” he sighed, head falling backward as his eyes drifted shut. Feeling Vegeta’s urgency he picked up the pace but kept himself from going too hard, not wanting to hurt his pregnant mate any more than he’d already been hurt. Vegeta arched into his touch, body strung too tight to last and with a twist of his wrist wet heat spilled across Goku’s hand. He shouted as Vegeta’s body clamped even tighter around him, milking his climax out of him.

As pleasurable as that had been it wasn’t enough for either of them. After only a brief rest to catch his breath Vegeta pushed Goku away and he reluctantly pulled out slowly, hissing at the cool air. Vegeta shuddered, wanting him back and his tail acted on his feelings, flipping out behind him to coil around Goku’s waist. With a small smile he caressed it, drawing a long moan from his mate’s throat.

Goku started to reach out to drag Vegeta back to him, to bury himself the way they both wanted but he saw that Vegeta was only turning over, bracing himself on his hands and knees. His legs slid apart, back arching in clear invitation and Goku stopped, the smell of blood making him regret.

Goku’s desire to give comfort stirred, beginning to temper his lust but it stopped short as he caught sight of the mixture of blood and his own seed that leaked from his mate’s puckered opening. His eyes traced its path, trickling slowly down Vegeta’s inner thigh and his gut kicked at the sight. All the touches and violations Vegeta had been made to endure, all of the times he’d falsely proclaimed himself to be nothing more than the property of a tyrant… the love and comfort so readily and honestly offered that he’d repeatedly denied himself. At the end of such a brutal journey, Vegeta had come back to him, offered his mate everything he’d refused and withheld from others for over a month...

That thing, that visceral, possessive thing inside him came crawling out and he couldn’t stop it even if he’d wanted to.

Goku gave in to it, to that wild urge to claim and to hold. And when he grasped Vegeta’s hips and shoved forward in one hard stroke Vegeta welcomed it with a gratified shout. His body resisted the intrusion, it always did. But Goku belonged there, deep inside him - his body would yield to its other half. With each thrust, more frenzied than the last Goku felt Vegeta filling his mind, joining with him. They touched, filled, melded in body and mind and this, this was what they needed.

It was intense, overwhelmingly so and Goku tried to distance his mind, to buffer himself from their need only for a moment to shore up the will it took to remain as he was. It was difficult not to ascend when they did this, with Vegeta so fully open to him. But as much as they both might want it Vegeta’s body couldn’t take it right now-

Vegeta reached for the fragile control Goku had and he stilled with a gasp mid-motion, the sensitive head of his cock just inside his mate’s body. He shivered, frozen. “S- stop! What are you doing?”

//Trust works both ways. I won’t allow our children to be harmed. And I can take - I need - whatever you have to give me. Let go, Kakarot.//

With that Vegeta pulled on the tattered threads of Goku’s control, breaking them completely. With a roar and a burst of power, Goku ascended, snapping his hips forward. Vegeta cried out in mingled pleasure and pain as the flesh inside him grew impossibly bigger, filling him even more fully than before. His insides protested at being stretched even further, but Vegeta welcomed the pain of it.

Goku had no choice but to lose himself in the hot, welcoming embrace. “Yes,” Vegeta cried as Goku’s hands on his hips tightened hard enough to bruise. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room, adding to the grunts and groans echoing through it.

“Ha- Harder,” Vegeta panted harshly, and Goku couldn’t help but oblige. His fingers tightened on Vegeta’s hips and he knew there would be bruises - his bruises. The shared thought pushed their lust even higher and he pulled almost all the way out even as Vegeta braced himself against the carved stone of the headboard.

Goku dragged his hand down Vegeta’s top, and in a moment of irritation he tangled his fingers in the fabric and tore it away. Now he could touch more of what he wanted, fingers tickling along sweat-slick flesh, reveling in the rigid smoothness that had been hard muscle the last time they’d embraced like this. Despite Vegeta’s trials, his children were healthy and strong inside their father. The King always protected their children. ‘My children,’ Goku thought, another burst of possessiveness pushing him even further out of control.

Vegeta’s skin burned hotter as Goku plunged even faster and harder into him. How far had Goku ascended? Second form? Third? Not even Goku knew, nor did either of them care. Goku’s hand slid lower, grasping Vegeta’s heavy erection and he jerked helplessly into that hard grip, a keening cry escaping him.

He shivered, on the edge as Goku worked him in counterpoint to his thrusts and he gasped in shock to feel Goku suddenly leaning low over him, breath harsh against his ear.

“Frost took me away from you,” Goku hissed. “And you told him you were his.”

Vegeta’s teeth ground, torn between the torment of Goku’s words and the impending climax threatening to tear through them both. “I had to,” he finally panted. “I n- never meant it-”

“I know. I felt your hatred, heard you apologizing to me. Tell me, Vegeta!” he finally demanded, on teetering on the brink. “Tell me where you really belong!”

“Frost is fucking dead and I’m here! I belong with you, no one else! I’m yours!”

Goku shuddered, all the tension inside him crashing and breaking against Vegeta’s words. Together they were undone. Again Vegeta’s body went taut, muscles shaking as he howled his pleasure. Goku’s voice joined his as Vegeta constricted around him, his climax massaging every inch of his length. Goku came in waves, seemingly forever in the depths of Vegeta’s body and mind.

He regained awareness with a whimper, Vegeta’s body held tightly against his own as they lay on their sides, shivering with the aftershocks of their exertions. His softening member slid free of its encasement and Vegeta was turning in the circle of his arms.

Goku’s transformation had left him and Vegeta’s eyes met warm, familiar black gazing back at him. A gentle, searching touch received the only possible answer. //They’re fine, Kakarot. You can talk to them in the morning.//

Goku breathed a little sigh of relief, but even so…

He wasn’t ready to go back to sharing Vegeta with their grand destiny, not yet.

He stroked Vegeta’s cheek, wanting the moment to last as long as it could. “I want to be with you for a few days, Vegeta. I want to take care of you and be with you, just the two of us. I missed getting to talk to the kids back home with you and I’ve… really, really missed you.”

Goku swallowed hard, expecting opposition. So when Vegeta rolled his eyes and settled himself against Goku’s chest, tail finding its usual place wrapped around his thigh Goku was stunned. “Really? You wanted that too?”

Vegeta snorted, pushing himself up just enough to press his lips against Goku’s. Goku moaned his happiness and pleasure as their tongues twined together. Vegeta stroked and teased him and he felt himself growing heated once more, pulling Vegeta more fully against his body.

He was so intent on sensation that he almost missed the caress of the voice drifting through his mind.

//I am yours, Kakarot. And you… are mine.//

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I have no idea what I'm doing wrong, but the uploading process takes forever and is very frustrating. It's why I don't respond as much as I used to; by the time I get the chapter posted I'm frustrated and usually really sleepy. :) But I'm so appreciative, as always. Wemyss, thank you! ZeoViolet, shout-outs and heaps of gratitude!! SoundofPurple, thank you! And I've just been on this site so long I hadn't really considered moving things over but that might actually solve all my uploading issues/frustrations. I'll look into it, thanks for the suggestion!
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