Taste of Crimson

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.


A/N: Well folks, this would be the end to this extremely long PWP. Mwuahahahaha, I finally have the sayians where I wanted them. hehe

Many thanks go out to MB for staying with this fic and betaing it for me.

Also a big thank you to CardDragonball for filling in the beta role when MB wasn’t able to.

Type of story: A/U, this used to be a PWP, but now it has gotten a little out of hand.

Rating-NC-17, Yaoi, hardcore, dark, non-con, blood (ah, the story finally lives up to it’s name.)

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta

Other warnings- OOC, mostly on Vegeta’s part

“X” indicates spoken dialog

‘X’ indicates thoughts

~X~ indicates telepathy


Ninth chapter- ‘Compromised’


For three days Goku had sat and thought about things. He was also able to continue discussing his thoughts without fear of prejudice with Juuhachi-gou.

Three days, and this was the conclusion he had come to. The decision he had made. A bit hasty, but he didn’t know if wasting more time second guessing himself was the best course of action. Somewhere in the back of his mind Vegeta’s comments and speeches about instincts were taking their toll. ‘After all, this is just another challenge and usually my instincts are strongest when I am challenged.’ Whether he saw Vegeta or himself as the challenge was still uncertain even to Goku.

“You’re sure about this?” Goten asked his father.

Goku nodded, not wanting to rehash arguments already laid out. Having already gotten his son to reluctantly agree to his scheme had been a hurdle. He didn’t want to jump through those rings again. ‘Besides, much more discussion and Trunks will get involved. I am not certain I’d ever get these then.’

Goten sighed and attached the second ki suppressor to his father’s right ankle: thus finishing the circuit. “I hope you know what you are doing.”

Goku shrugged. He wasn’t certain he knew what he was getting himself into, but this was the quickest way he figured he could find out without any manipulation on Vegeta’s part what the Prince’s real feelings, ‘If the he has any,’ were on the matter of the two of them being together. ‘Even if that means I have to do some manipulating of my own.’

“Thank you. I’ll see you later,” Goku said to Goten.

Goten waved to his dad as he opened up the door to his childhood home. He had plans to hunt: one of the few inexpensive ways to provide himself and his father dinner. As he closed the door he mumbled an, “I hope so.”

‘Now to sit and wait for the right moment,’ Goku thought to himself. He sat on the couch, closed his eyes and felt out Vegeta’s ki signature.

His eyes quickly opened as he realized that waiting wasn’t necessary. Vegeta was already alone. “You can do this,” he encouraged himself as he stripped in his own living room.

~o0o~


Three days of this. ‘No, take that back, two and a half nights and three days of these stupid fucking suppressors!’ Vegeta punched the black tiles of the spacious shower with everything he had. Which wasn’t much. Even the shower walls mocked him in his current state. Instead of the tiles shattering he’d just ended up with broken skin and bleeding knuckles instead. “Gah,” he grunted out loud.

Once Trunks and Goten had separated from their fusion they had readjusted the settings to something that had made it possible for Vegeta to breath easier. Then the whole story came out. Goten had been shocked. He wasn’t really certain at whom he should have directed his anger. He’d been happy for his father for being with Vegeta, until it looked as though Vegeta had drugged Goku into their relationship. Until Bra spoke up, “Goku never ate enough of the food to have been affected, Goten. That’s why Father finally came to me for help.”

“What do you mean?” Kakarott’s youngest had asked naively. At which Bra had smiled wickedly at her brother, “Why don’t you ask Trunks what I mean? After all, Father hadn’t asked anything of me I hadn’t already done for Trunks.”

Goten had turned a questioning look at Trunks, which Trunks did not return because he was too busy glaring at his sister.

Vegeta laughed at the memory, “I’ll bet he had wished he had let me kill her then.”

Trunks had quickly ended the interrogation then. His solutions? First he had sent Bra packing to one of the condos Capsule Corp. rented in order to give influential business partners comfort during their visits. Once Bra was gone from the mansion, Trunks and Goten had raised the level on the ki suppressors to their current level.

“Which isn’t enough to fly, block ki attacks or crush bathroom tiles,” Vegeta lamented out loud. “Hell, I can barely lift my own body weight.”

Of course Vegeta hadn’t let the restricted ki usage go to waste. He had done some meditating. Which, no matter what he started meditating on, always brought him to the current situation. ‘Oh, if I could just crush my heirs head I might feel better of having Kakarott slip through my fingers.’ Two things he planned on rectifying once he had gained Trunks’s trust back and getting the damned things off.

Vegeta turned to rinse the blood from his knuckles in the shower’s spray. His arm never made it to its destination. Instead all he had time for was a quick, “What the…,” before he became effectively immobilized.

One strong arm encircled his torso from the left and reached around the front of him to grab his right bicep, pinning both of his arms to his side. At the same time a forceful hand had threaded into his wet hair and wrenched his head to the right.

Even Vegeta could feel the pulse of his jugular beating between the teeth that had suddenly pierced the skin of his neck.

The adrenalin rush (ki suppressed or not, Vegeta would always be willing to fight) added to the sudden, invasive smell of Kakarott had Vegeta aroused in record time. He looked up to see both his and Kakarott’s silhouettes reflected in the black tiles of the shower. “What do you think you are doing?! Have you gone mad?” He asked, all the while trying to hold still. One wrong move and those canines would shred his vein.

~Submit, Vegeta clearly heard Kakarott’s voice in his mind.

“Excuse me?!” Was the only response that seemed appropriate to this demand.

~I suggest you submit before I sever this jugular and fuck your dying corpse, Goku thought. Goku hadn’t had the faintest notion how much Vegeta’s blood slipping over his tongue would affect him. He hadn’t factored the flavor, smell or his instincts into his plans. ‘I should have though,’ he thought to himself as his eye closed in appreciation of the taste. The threat was no longer the bluff he had practiced repeatedly in his head. He meant every word of what he had just said.

Vegeta felt the promise behind what Kakarott had sent. Understanding flooded the older sayian’s mind. The other sayian wasn’t just crazed, but also lust driven. Here was a sayian that hadn’t tasted another of his kind. The sensation would be new to this adult male. What should he say to such an ultimatum that had his mind screaming in denial, but his body responding with obvious desire?

If circumstances had been normal, Vegeta was sure he would have already been able to fight his assailant off. Except for his assailant was Kakarott, so, ‘That wouldn’t have been my second reaction,’ Vegeta divulged honestly to himself.

Kakarott’s threat meant nothing to Vegeta. He would choose his answer without threats tainting his response. He could die if it meant his pride was still intact, but the threat to his pride and his need to delve into baser instincts were one in the same, ’Kakarott’.

So it became a question of which weighed more in the present and what the consequences, if any, would be later. There was no refuting he wanted Kakarott now, even though the third class was acting, and would be, dominate. The lack of the challenge he had become frustrated over weeks ago suddenly brought this predicament into a whole new light.

Pride over instinct? Instinct over pride? Vegeta was so use to reacting and thinking with them being in accord. They were so intertwined in his being as they might as well have been the one and the same. How wrong this thought process had been, and here was the perfect example of why they were NOT the same.

‘A mistake I won’t make in the future, but one that needs to be resolved now,’ he thought sternly to himself.

This was a tough question to answer, and became more crucial that he do so as the teeth that were at his throat clinched down slightly in impatience at his lack of an immediate response.

Vegeta closed his eyes and gave into what his body was craving. Living with the consequences of following his instincts was something he found endurable, ~Watakushi wa kifuku,~ he sent in a ghost of a thought to Kakarott.

~Out loud,~ Goku demanded, though this demand was more at ease than the first. He hoped he hadn’t already struck Vegeta’s pride in a way that would leave the shorter sayian with no alternatives than to insist on his death, but he had to be sure there was no mistaking Vegeta’s intentions since he didn’t understand the words; only the feeling behind them. He opened his eyes and saw the same shades Vegeta had noticed earlier reflecting in the black tiles.

“Yes,” Vegeta affirmed vocally. He hoped the one spoken word was clear enough for Kakarott; the Prince wasn’t willing to humble himself any further. The Ascended One could take the Prince’s statement as He wished.

The arm crushing Vegeta’s arms to his sides relaxed fractionally. The hand in his hair released its grip and slid down the opposite side of his neck, from where teeth were still threatening. Vegeta suppressed a shudder as the same rough hand felt along his right shoulder and down his back before reaching his right hip.

The teeth at his neck moved away from their hold. Vegeta felt a tongue replacing them to lick over the wound. A moan escaped his lips at the titillating shivers that traced down his spine. He relaxed marginally into the strong body behind him.

Goku licked at Vegeta’s neck a little longer, infatuated by the taste of the blood still trickling from the wound he had made. His lips encased the lesion as his tongue continued to swirl around the broken skin, drawing more blood to the surface. His eyes closed halfway in his enjoyment. The hand he had resting on Vegeta’s hip moved forward to grab the older male’s length.

Vegeta felt Kakarott’s ravaging of his neck with a sensation akin to enthrallment. At the moment, he knew if Kakarott desired to suck him dry he would have let him. ‘Not like I could stop him with these ki suppressors on,’ was his sole acknowledgement of his slight annoyance. Vegeta’s ragged breaths were echoed by Kakarott’s appreciative rumbles.

Vegeta cried out and rocked into the large, callused hand that surrounded his cock. On the back swing of his hips he felt Kakarott’s erection press into his tail scar. Any regrets about what was happening vanished at the teasing friction.

“Are you going to cum already?” Vegeta heard Kakarott ask lasciviously into his ear. He felt Kakarott’s other arm slide down from its position around his biceps to end its travels by being placed firmly on his left hip.

Vegeta shook his head, wondering at the anticipation in the other’s voice. He cried out again as he rocked forward at the same time Kakarott pulled his fondling hand in.

Goku looked down over Vegeta’s shoulder, watching as the Prince fucked his hand. Goku set a faster pace with his stroking, watching as the head of the erection he was fisting poked through his encircling thumb and fore finger, then was followed by a couple more inches of the engorged member. He bit down in a new place on Vegeta’s neck, wanting to taste more of the tangy liquid, but not wanting to lose his view of the show.

Vegeta’s back arched between the two stimuli: the piercing pain in his neck, the pleasurable pumping of his cock. A small rivulet of blood ran down his chest from the new breach Goku had created. Goku watched in fascination as the ruddy trail mixed with beads of water, diluting its color, as gravity pulled the stream down between Vegeta’s pectoral muscles. He lost track of where it was headed as it went under the edge of Vegeta’s heaving rib cage. Evidence of its destination was seen moments later as his right hand and Vegeta’s shaft tinged sanguine. Goku growled in pleasure at the sight.

Vegeta could feel it starting. The growling at his neck was the fourth instigator. The hand slipping from his hip and scrapping its nails up his stomach was the fifth. Those same nails climbed steadily up the center of his torso, causing more shudders and gasps to escape from him.

The final straw came as two of those same fingers that had been running up his body entered his open, gasping mouth. “Taste,” Vegeta heard Kakarott breath into his ear. He forced his mouth closed around those fingers, his air intake having to come through his nose instead. He tasted what Kakarott had found so captivating.

Vegeta’s eyes squeezed shut tighter, making false tears leak out the corners. He screamed as he thrust his cock one last time through Kakarott’s hand. As he came, Vegeta was held up by the pressure of the arm against his chest hugging him to the warm body behind him: the friction to his tail scar increasing.

“Beautiful,” Goku whispered into Vegeta’s ear. Goku believed he hadn’t ever seen Vegeta loose control as he just had. The Prince whimpered and sagged in his arms. Goku let him slip gently down to the tiled floor onto his knees.

Vegeta kneeled, panting, bracing his arms against the shower wall for support. He heard the shower head turn off. The resounding silence seemed echoic. The white noise had filled in a gap that would have possibly been filled with damning thoughts. Now those thoughts seethed to be heard, the only fortification against the siege was Vegeta’s instincts. The Prince had no aspiration to return to the cloak of anger he usually fortified himself with. His instincts allowed him to be secure as the puddle of hedonistic lust he had become, ‘For now.’

His eyes flew open as his hair was once again gripped and used to steer his head. He was directly confronted with his own white semen sliding starkly against the black of the shower tiles. “You so enjoyed the taste of your own blood,” he heard Kakarott’s voice behind him, the other sayian having taken a kneeling position, also, “I think you should taste this part of you, too.”

Vegeta’s head was ushered forward until his nose barely touched the tiles, “Lick it,” he heard Kakarott command. Kakarott’s cheerful, sometimes husky, voice had been replaced in tone by something much darker. A tone Vegeta had heard only once before. He hoped he to hear it again.

Goku leaned over his Prince, pressing his forehead against the wall as he watched Vegeta’s tongue flick forward to lick the tiles. “Oooh,” he exhaled at the erotic sight. He thrust his erection into his left hand, which he had coated with hair conditioner shortly before turning off the shower. Goku intentionally poked Vegeta’s ribs with the head of his dick as he masturbated.

Goku was certain he would have to convince Vegeta to lick more of his own essence off of the wall, but the Prince continued doing so of his own accord. He watched as Vegeta slowly licked at the wall. “Gods Vegeta, do you know how good that looks?” He asked, not really expecting a response.

Vegeta was beyond caring how good it looked, he was too occupied enjoying how it tasted and the waves of lust he could feel coming from the other sayian as Kakarott watched. His head was pulled back from the wall, adams apple exposed, and a foreign tongue was forced into his mouth, practically down his throat: the repetition of Kakarott’s erection poking him in the ribs not stilling during this exchange. His fingernails found a tentative hold in the grout around the tiles.

Vegeta’s flavor filled Goku’s mouth as he kissed the shorter, accommodating male. It was a flavor he had become accustomed to after their two months together, but he delighted it all the same. An idea struck him, and he knew he had to try it.

Vegeta stilled as Kakarott broke the kiss and bit his neck in a third spot. The scent of blood was heavier now that the water had been turned off and the steam was no longer interfering. He watched as Kakarott leaned forward and licked a spot on the tiles he had missed. Then the younger sayian returned to his neck for the new blood spilled, and then he was being kissed deeply again. The flavors of his own blood and semen mixed on the tongue that entered his mouth. His head was released as they continued their kiss.

Goku reached blindly for the bottle of conditioner. He pulled his left hand away from his cock in order to pool more of the slick substance into his hand. He tossed the bottle aside and lathered the fingers of his right hand liberally with the creamy substance. Then he reached down and ran those thickly coated fingers generously between Vegeta’s buttocks.

Vegeta stilled as a finger slipped into him: testing his tightness and prepping him at the same time. The lips that had been bruising his disengaged and Vegeta looked up into Kakarott’s dark eyes, seeing the lust and determination there. He didn’t break eye contact as he gasped as a second finger was added. Instead he started rocking against the penetration, smirking his trademark smirk as he was finger fucked. “Aah,” he gasped as he leaned into the gesture.

If Goku wasn’t certain he had a willing partner before then, he was now. He just hoped Vegeta was ready for all of him, because that’s what the Prince was going to get.

“Stay there,” he requested as he removed his fingers from Vegeta’s anus. Vegeta looked at him quizzically, but complied.

Goku got up and turned the shower back on in order to rinse off his hands, careful the water didn’t rinse off his prepped erection. He turned the water back off and stepped back over to Vegeta. He kneeled behind Vegeta at arms length. Grabbing the shorter males hips, he drug him over to where he was kneeling.

Vegeta’s hands hit the floor as he was pulled across it. There was just enough moisture on the shower floor for his skin not to catch. He felt the head of Kakarott’s cock press against his entrance. Then he was crying out as the same stirred up member was thrust into him.

Goku stilled only for a moment; more to adjust to Vegeta’s tightness than for Vegeta’s benefit. Then he pulled back and plunged in again.

Vegeta’s flaccid penis began to revive during the rhythm Kakarott set. It wasn’t a fast pace, but every movement was to its fullest. He cried out every time he was entered, the repetitive hues causing his throat to go horse. His head and shoulders were pulled down by the gravity he couldn’t fight, his torso coming into contact with the cool flooring also.

Goku let Vegeta descend, but when Prince’s hips also started going lower, he readjusted his own position, “Keep your hips up,” he said, as he released the grip he had on them and leaned over the prone body. One thrust in this position was enough to tell him he needed to stabilize what was happening, the moisture on the tiles making traction difficult.

Vegeta felt Kakarott’s arms entwine under his armpits, and reach out for his forearms. The angle was different, more intense than the regular from behind style had been. He felt Kakarott’s hips pull back and slam in his direction again. The invading man’s erection brushed up against his prostrate, causing him to scream out with what little voice he didn’t know he had left.

At their hips altitude, the head of Vegeta’s cock kept connecting with the cool floor beneath him every time Kakarott propelled. Instead of curtailing his erection, the result this had on the Prince was mind-boggling. He knew that even this little amount of friction was going to get him off again. ‘That and I like what Kakarott is doing to me,’ he thought to himself as he moaned into the shower floor’s tiles.

Goku slammed himself into Vegeta, thankful he had taken the precaution of having ki suppressors on. Otherwise he was certain he’d be causing Vegeta a lot of pain as he took his measure of gratification in fucking him. He was beginning to have concerns about how Vegeta was taking this, because of a lack in vocal responses. That was until he felt the other man cum a second time.

Goku gritted his teeth as he felt the muscles he was plunging into contract. He hadn’t been ready for it. “I take it you like this,” Goku said, shoving himself hard into the other man again.

All Vegeta could do was nod and pant.

“I couldn’t hear you,” Goku said as he thrust deep again.

~Can’t speak,~ Vegeta sent. The Prince was surprised Kakarott hadn’t cleaved him in two by now. He didn’t know how to explain it, but the more violent, demanding, dominant effort the third place put into this, the more favorably his body was responding, and yet Kakarott hadn’t broken anything, despite the amount of force he was using. ‘If he ascended right now, I’d be dead.’

Goku gathered the languid prince up by his shoulders and pulled both their bodies back. “Work with me here,” Goku said as he started to lean back into a kneeling position again. Goku caught a faint telepathic moan as he impelled into Vegeta once they were at this new angle.

~Gods, Ka-ahka-R-ott…~ Vegeta sent telepathically, but the thought was cut short as Kakarott started nipping at his exposed back and neck. Vegeta let his head fall forward and gripped the arms that were holding him with both hands.

Goku hugged the body of the man in his lap tighter to him. He thrust his hips up in order to get his erection further into the tightness. He pressed his cheek to the nape of Vegeta’s neck as he finally felt a tightness coil at the base of his abdomen. His vocal outbursts made up for the lack of Vegeta’s as Goku felt the culmination of his efforts. He reached his hands under Vegeta’s arms and squeezed his elbows in at the elder’s hips, using his arms to pull Vegeta up and then press him back down.

Two more thrusts and he bit into the soft tissue at the juncture of Vegeta’s neck and right shoulder. He heard a mental cry as blood once again flowed over his tongue. The teeth full of flesh and blood hardly hindered the roar he let out as he filled Vegeta’s passage with his seed.

Goku once again pressed the side of his face up against Vegeta’s spine as he gasped out the remainder of his completion. The blood that oozed between his cheek and Vegeta’s back went unnoticed.

He pulled out slowly, wanting to turn Vegeta to face him so he could share the copper taste with his lover again. One look at Vegeta’ condition changed his mind. The Prince was once again fully aroused.

“Vegeta?” Goku questioned in disbelief.

~Kakarott?~ Vegeta sent back. His body was responding faster than he thought possible to Kakarott’s dominating behavior. He could think of no other explanation for his cock being hardened again. ‘Especially when the rest of me isn’t ready to do much more than just sit here and be hard.’ He had yet been unable to get his legs to gain much semblance of motor control since shortly after his second climax.

Goku leaned in and kissed Vegeta: tongue invading as Vegeta managed a whimper. Goku reached down between their bodies and gripped the other’s firm member.

Vegeta whimpered again as he tried to thrust into the hand that held his length. ~Can’t.~

Goku understood the simple word, but only because the word was accompanied by insights of what Vegeta couldn’t do.

Goku laid Vegeta back against the floor. He bent low, intending to pleasure Vegeta orally, but was stopped when Vegeta begged, “No.” ~Too sensitive,~ was the terse explanation.

Goku gripped the cock with his hand instead and started pumping. “Like this?” he asked.

Vegeta nodded, but was concerned that it may not be enough to finally put him over the edge, again. Thinking of the basis for this third go round, Vegeta tilted his head to the left, willingly exposing his neck.

Goku took the invitation for what it was and bent over and bit down into an unmarked spot above Vegeta’s clavicle.

Vegeta whimpered, but was rewarded with his body responding by being able to force his hips to move. ‘Finally.’

~That’s right, fuck my hand,~ Goku sent because his mouth was otherwise engaged.

Vegeta thrust again.

Goku purred in encouragement, ~Cum for me, I want the other taste of you,~ he begged Vegeta, and Vegeta did.

Goku felt Vegeta spasms. He looked down the smaller man’s body to see that the top part of his hand and an expanse of Vegeta’s stomach had been coated with the other sayian’s third release. He relinquished his hold, brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.

When he turned to kiss Vegeta with the mixed flavors once again, he found that Vegeta had passed out on him. He grinned at the sight, and smoothed some of the wet, stray locks away from Vegeta’s forehead. “Fine, leave me to do the clean up.”

He stood up and turned the shower on without thinking.

“FUCK,” Vegeta yelled as he awoke to being doused with the cold water. Despite his sudden awareness he still felt to sluggish to move.

Goku froze for a moment before he reacted. He stepped over and pulled Vegeta out of the spray, “Um, sorry about that,” he chuckled nervously. He sat on the floor behind Vegeta and held the prince against his chest.

‘Has he always taken sadistic pleasure in dowsing his lover with cold water after a bout of great sex?’ Vegeta thought, remembering back to the waterfall. ‘If that is the case, no wonder the harpy left him.’

“If I didn’t have these damn suppressors on, I’d kill you,” Vegeta threatened. The drowsiness in his voice made it unconvincing.

Goku held out his left arm, “I have them on too,” he showed.

“Hn,” was all Vegeta said, wondering why the third class had bothered. At the moment he really didn’t care to converse about it though, ‘I just feel too damn good for words.’

~o0o~


“I’m back,” Goten said as he entered the house. His hunt had proved very fruitful: one boar and two deer. The provisions would certainly be enough to satisfy two sayians for an evening meal.

The youngest Son smiled as he was mutely greeted by a pile of his father’s clothes in the living room, “I hope your hunt is as successful as mine was Dad.”


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A/N 2: This story is now on indefinite hiatus. I hope you all enjoyed what my twisted mind could come up with. I know I did. :GRINS:

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