Cuff Me

Cuff Me

Disclaimer: Almost forgot to put this up. But yeah, I don’t own. Not that it’s very necessary to say…

Notes: Hmm, is this all I have to do with my life? *pervish grin* Oh well, I enjoy it.

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“Dad?”

“Go away.”

“Dad?”

“Leave.”

“Dad?”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!!”

“Father?”

“What?”

Vegeta reclined lazily on the couch in the lounge room of Capsule Corporation and flipped aimlessly through endless channels. Pushing himself into an upright position, he grumbled in irritation as he answered his time traveling son’s call. The prince sent a hardened glare in Mirai Trunks’ general direction, and his lips tilted downward into a frown.

“I hope you don’t have anything else planned for today.”

A mere twitch of his dark eyebrows indicated his bewilderment. Trunks sauntered to the couch, leaning over the back, and draped his arms over Vegeta’s shoulders, slowly running his palms down his father’s muscled torso. He grinned wickedly and whispered huskily into his ear.

“There’s something that I need from you…”

Vegeta glanced sideways at his unconventional lover, noting the suggestive countenance. He stretched his senses, quickly scanning the building for the annoying blue haired one and the smaller version of the man behind him. He allowed a small smile of satisfaction; they were alone. Turning his head slightly, he locked eyes with Trunks and returned the lustful expression with one of his own. The lilac haired man pressed their lips together in a short, playful kiss.

“I’ve been working on an experiment,” he started, with deceptive randomness, and jumped over the couch to settle happily next to Vegeta, “and I want you to be the first to try it out.”

“No.”

“But… I think you’ll like it.”

“No.”

“Aw, come on.”

“No.”

“There’s sex involved.”

Vegeta paused for a moment, staring blankly ahead. Trunks watched his not-quite father, waiting for the inevitable answer, knowing that he had already won his participation. Brushing purple locks behind his ear, he smirked as Vegeta grunted, wordlessly giving his assent. The smirk became a smile, and Trunks produced two ostensibly harmless wristbands, holding them out for Vegeta to see. The prince arched his charcoal eyebrows. Without waiting for questions, Trunks quickly slipped the navy blue bands onto Vegeta’s wrists.

“You like them?”

“Wristbands?”

“You’ll see.” Trunks flashed a devious grin and stood, pulling Vegeta up with him.

Allowing himself to be led, he followed the sexy demi out of the room and down the hallway. The corridor stretched for an eternity, and the journey to their destination was a quiet one. Never the one to reveal his thoughts, Vegeta internally smiled, secretly looking forward to his lover’s latest idea. Sex was never boring with Trunks; his imagination constantly spouted out new ways to please Vegeta. They soon arrived at the door of the gravitational chamber, one of Trunks’ favorite fuck locations.

Trunks opened the door and they entered, letting the heavy door close behind them. The room appeared innocent enough, normal in its own right, but Vegeta was ever wary, on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. His dark eyes settled on the chain hanging from the ceiling to the left. Handcuffs were attached to the end. Vegeta smirked.

“And what is this for, boy?”

Trunks shrugged innocuously, smiling. He wrapped his arms around the only slightly shorter man and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. Licking the supple pink flesh, he deepened the contact, pushing his tongue into Vegeta’s mouth. Vegeta groaned, responding with the passion he chose to repress while around others, and pressed them both closer together. He ground his pelvis against his future son, eliciting a muffled moan from him.

Trunks reluctantly pushed Vegeta away and motioned for him to follow as he moved to the dangling chain long enough to allow an attached person to touch comfortably to the floor. He lifted Vegeta’s hands above his head and cuffed him, smiling at his lover’s willingness. Trunks skimmed his fingertips along Vegeta’s jawbone and smirked.

“The wristbands, boy. I know you have a purpose for them.”

Trunks chuckled. “Well, actually, they’re not just wristbands. They’re disguised ki bands, activated by body heat and muscle tension. So the hotter you get and the more you struggle, the harder it will be for you to break free.”

Vegeta returned the smirk. “You think you’re pretty damn smart, don’t you, brat?”

“Only because I am.”

He kissed Vegeta shortly and gave a quick grab to his crotch. Vegeta grunted, his fingers twitching. Trunks spiked his energy signal momentarily and turned his attention towards the door expectantly. As if this were some silent cue, Goku and Gohan entered, wearing mischievous grins on their faces.

“What is this?” Vegeta demanded, annoyed that he had not sensed their energy levels.

“Just an experiment,” Trunks replied, and beckoned for Gohan to come to his side. Once the raven-haired teen was close enough, Trunks grabbed his collar, roughly pulling him into an aggressive, bruising kiss. Vegeta growled, twisting in his bonds, as he watched his mate trail biting kisses down Gohan’s neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Gohan dropped his head back, groaning carnally, and clutched Trunks’ back, wanting more.

Vegeta frowned, but could not fight off the arousing sensations the scene evoked within him. The glance tossed to him by Trunks told him that the boy knew how this was affecting him. Muscular arms suddenly encircled his waist and he flinched, recognizing the scent of the full-blooded Saiyajin behind him. Goku lowered his head to suck the flesh of Vegeta’s neck, dragging his teeth over the skin, smiling when Vegeta struggled to get away.

“Kakarotto…” he seethed.

“Hey, this was all Trunks’ idea. Though I can’t say I never wanted this…” Goku licked a wet trail up to the shell of the prince’s ear and nipped at the earlobe. Vegeta, feeling that he should not be enjoying this, sought to repress his moans but found himself submitting to the younger man’s actions. The double sensation of watching his lover tease another and having the taller Saiyajin do the same brought his inner carnality to life. His focus blurred when Goku reached down to skim over his steadily rising erection, the thin spandex cloth doing nothing to bar the feel of the caress.

A low moan from Trunks forced his attention to the two in front of him, and he swallowed visibly as he watched Gohan strip Trunks of his shirt, leaving his torso bare and exposed. Trunks groaned and arched against him, as Gohan dipped his fingers into the back of his jeans and pressed the hypersensitive tail scar. Gohan licked his dry lips and pushed Trunks to the tiled floor, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. He smirked down at him, inwardly thrilled that Trunks had come to him with this notion, as he secretly crushed over the older man from the future. This would most likely be the only time he would be able to touch him this intimately without losing his life at the hands of Vegeta. He rubbed his splayed fingers up and down the toned chest and abdomen, grinning when Trunks purred beneath him. His mind clouded with lewd thoughts of the man under him, he could forget that his father and the Saiyajin prince were just mere paces away from them. He pulled the blue jeans away from Trunks’ legs, revealing his aching erection. Gohan grabbed the turgid cock and tugged, earning an erotic growl.

Trunks watched Gohan move to position his mouth over his arousal, and he sucked in a breath when the wet heat enveloped him. A surprisingly skillful tongue stroked him and sharp teeth grazed him lightly. Gohan retreated slowly and took him into his mouth again, humming with contentment when he felt the organ press against the back of his throat. Trunks shuddered with mounting passion and scraped his fingernails against the floor. He abruptly grabbed Gohan’s raven locks and pulled him away, staring into his dark orbs.

“Fuck me,” he said simply, his cerulean eyes fogged with lust.

No further words were necessary and Gohan immediately stripped himself of his own clothing, tossing them haphazardly to the side. Trunks wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling Gohan closer to his entrance. The darker haired boy gazed at him questioningly, wondering if Trunks wanted any sort of preparation. Trunks, reading the look on his face, suppressed an eye roll and pushed Gohan into him roughly, hissing as he filled him completely.

“Oh, shit…” Gohan said, closing his eyes as he reveled in the feeling of Trunks around him. He resisted the urge to thrust, waiting for Trunks to adjust. The violet haired man wiggled impatiently, moaning to indicate his readiness. Gohan took the hint and withdrew slowly, then thrusting in quickly and deeply. Trunks tangled his fingers into onyx spikes again, wrenching Gohan down for a brutal kiss, assaulting his lips and mouth with teeth and tongue. Gohan moved in and out rhythmically, his thrusts deep and hard, and sought specifically for Trunks’ pleasure spot. Hearing Trunks shout his name informed him that he had found it. He bit down heavily on Trunks’ bottom lip, the taste of the coppery fluid heightening his lust for the man. His hands roamed the muscular body beneath him, ghosting over the tip of his erection. Trunks bucked against him, moaning and gripping his shoulders tightly.

With a wicked a grin, Gohan reached behind him and jabbed his finger into Trunks’ tail scar, and relished in the sight of Trunks arching his back sensually and crying out to the ceiling. Panting heavily for breath, Trunks closed his eyes and met Gohan’s thrusts, desperately searching for completion. Their moans filled the room as they ground against one another passionately.

Vegeta watched, utterly aroused. He vaguely noted Goku’s erection pushing against the small of his back as he watched only his lover succumb to the pleasures of Saiyajin sexuality. He flexed his fingers, knowing it was useless to struggle, and watched helplessly as the two half-Saiyajins screamed their ecstasy and climaxed simultaneously.

As the two younger half-breeds lay sated on the floor, Goku reached into Vegeta’s confining spandex pants and massaged the stiff member, squeezing and stroking. Vegeta tilted his head back onto Goku’s shoulder, his lips parting as Goku touched him.

“Guess it’s my turn,” Goku remarked playfully.

Vegeta’s heavy panting incited Trunks to open his eyes, and he glanced at the prince with a lustful smirk. Goku pushed his free hands under Vegeta’s shirt to brush over the curve of every muscle. Taking note of his cuffed hands, Goku ripped the shirt away from him, dropping the torn fabric next to him, already forgotten. He kissed his neck, still holding his cock, and trailed down his spine to his tail scar. With the tip of his tongue he barely touched it, chuckling when Vegeta flinched. Goku pulled his spandex pants away from his hips and allowed them to pool at the Vegeta’s feet. He traced the crack of his ass with his tongue, extracting a hiss from the prince as he clenched the muscles of his rear.

Trunks gazed at Vegeta, feeling his arousal stirring again at the sight, wanting to be the one to touch him, to lick him, to please him. He resisted, remembering the agreement. He fingered with the black strands of Gohan’s hair, allowing the teenager to rest comfortably on his chest.

Vegeta purred contentedly as Goku laved his entrance with his tongue. The taller Saiyajin stood and caressed the bronze skin of the man in front of him. He undressed himself with startling speed, and grabbed Vegeta’s hips, positioning himself to enter him. Goku pushed in slowly until he was buried completely within him. The tight heat only increased his desire, and he moaned, the deep sound tickling Vegeta’s ear. Vegeta wriggled his wrists, wishing for use of his hands. His erection throbbed as Goku pulled out of him slowly and pushed into with equal leisure. He growled, hating to be teased, and the chains rattled above him again as he futilely tried to free himself of the bonds.

Goku’s hands remained on Vegeta’s hips, not bothering to touch Vegeta’s weeping member, addicted to the control he now possessed. Vegeta released a cry of pleasure to the ceiling as Goku struck the bundle of nerves within him. Goku memorized the sound, closing his eyes and relishing the moment. He explored the smaller body with his hands, consciously disregarding Vegeta’s need, as he thrust into him, purposely stroking the spot that made him writhe and groan.

“Dammit,” Vegeta hissed when Goku caressed his thighs and circled around the base of his cock, then traced a line up his stomach without pausing to touch the flesh that so desperately needed to be fondled.

Goku, no longer able to play the tease, quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts. He slammed into Vegeta with passionate hunger, finally skimming down his stomach to give Vegeta that for which he had been silently pleading. He roughly grabbed his erection, pumping his hand aggressively as he peppered wild kisses over his shoulders and nipped at his neck. Vegeta arched his back and screamed his fulfillment as he came, white-hot liquid pouring over Goku’s fingers. Goku continued to thrust into him, nuzzling his neck and breathing in Vegeta’s heady scent. He gave a long, low moan as he spilled himself into Vegeta, his name falling from his lips in a sated whisper.

Trunks watched as Vegeta hung loosely from the chain, his chest rising and falling as he sought to catch his breath. Goku pulled out of Vegeta lethargically, a satisfied smile his face. He rested his chin on Vegeta’s shoulder, tilting his head to see his face. Vegeta’s eyelids closed halfway, almost in contentment, until he snapped to attention and growled.

“Get off me, Kakarotto!”

Goku flinched and backed from him a step. The sharp demand alarmed Trunks and Gohan, and they sat up, glancing at each other with uncertainty.

“Brat,” he said to Trunks, “release me. Now.”

Trunks chewed his bottom lip and quickly reached for his jeans, pulling a silver key from the pocket. He hurried to Vegeta and extended his arms above him, deftly unlocking the handcuffs. The dark prince pulled the wristbands off, clenching one in each hand.

“I bet you enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, boy?”

Trunks allowed himself a small grin, despite the annoyed look on his father’s face. Vegeta grabbed Trunks’ wrists and slid the bands onto them. Trunks raised a curious eyebrow, yelping when Vegeta pulled their bodies together, reaching behind him to squeeze his muscled rear.

“Well, I hope you don’t have anything else planned for today.” He stared squarely into those clear blue eyes. “There’s something that I need from you…”

Vegeta smirked, watching as Trunks recognized his own words. The blue eyed man smiled wickedly, catching the obvious connotation. He glanced quickly at the Sons standing in the room with them.

“Hey, guys, not to be rude, but…” he trailed off, seeing that Goku and Gohan understood. They started for the door, not before grabbing their clothes, and smiled to the royal Saiyajins. They exited, but it was only a moment before Goku peeked into the room again.

“Do you think we’ll be doing this again sometime?” Goku asked, his usual grin on his lips.

“Get out,” Vegeta replied gruffly, returning Goku’s hopeful grin with a murderous glare. Goku laughed nervously and closed the door behind him.

Vegeta turned to Trunks and guided him to the chain. He raised Trunks’ arms up, securing the handcuffs around his wrists. Gliding his finger over the time traveler’s chest, Vegeta smirked, lewd intentions brewing in his head.

“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”


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End!