Marry Sue, Move Over

I don\'t own the Characters, they belong to Toriyama, a Japanese person who lives over a HUGE ocean far far away from where I live. The events that occur in this story do not really take place in the Anime or in the manga and are created strictly from my imagination. Again, Toriyama, not me....

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Raditzu smirked walking into his suit of rooms, “Is this my mate I see sitting on my bed?” He purred the question while moving to kneel on the bed next to the King. Pulling his hair out of the pony tail he had worn it in that day, he shook his head vigorously. “Hmmmm I stood duty all day Vegeta…and there wasn’t a moment I wasn’t thinking about you.” His tail flexed and wrapped itself around the king’s waist, trying to pull him closer.
“Raditzu!” He growled angrily still trying to read his book even though his mate was now trying to pulling him into his lap. “Can’t you see I am trying to study!”
“Can’t you see I am horny?” Raditzu responded with a smirk, his hands running over his lover’s compact body. Leaning in he whispered hotly in Vegeta’s ear. “You want me to suck you off?” He could feel his lover shiver and knew he was starting to get to him.
“Raditzu…”
“Yes my King?” Raditzu whispered, nibbling at his lover’s ear. His tail slipped from around the Prince’s waist to stroke the small man’s groin, already feeling the hardness growing in his lover’s pants.
“Don’t you dare stop doing that,” He groaned, book falling from his hands to the bed he and his mate sat on.
“Heh, that was the idea,” He purred boisterously, picking up the teenaged King he pulled him into his lap. Wining this battle was only the first step of his favorite afternoon activity, but the war still had to be won. The war was one of passionate ecstasy and even the looser always got to cum long and hard but only the winner earned a chance to play seme the next time another war broke out.
“If you think you are wining this time, you are dead wrong Raditzu,” Vegeta growled, twining his hand into Raditzu’s long hair he tugged him into a heated kiss, his tail twining around the cleaver one that was trying to gain entry to his pants.
Groaning, Raditzu ran his hands up Vegeta’s tight fighting shirt, tracing ever line and curve that he had long ago memorized. Using his nimble fingers to tease and exploit all the places that would have his King writhing.
Vegeta whimpered in response, his tail at once coming up to stroke over the taller Saiyan’s face. He knew Raditzu couldn’t resist the musk he put out when things heated up, it drove his mate absolutely wild and it was how he often won their little wars.
Raditzu growled, catching the appendage with his eager mouth. His tail now free, he used it to his advantage, slipping it down Vegeta’s loose sweats. He loved it when his mate wore sweat pants, they were so much easier to remove and play around in.
Wrapping his tail around Vegeta’s erection, he gave it a gentle squeeze, drawing a delicate cry from his lover. Scraping his teeth up Vegeta’s tail, he fell back to the bed, pulling Vegeta along with him. He’d usually be on top of his King, eager to pin the other to the bed. However, he had an idea…something Vegeta would never suspect. Letting the tail slip from between his lips, he plundered Vegeta’s mouth instead.
Vegeta gave a loud groan, which was swallowed by that hot mouth he loved so much. Did this mean that Raditzu was going to let him be dominant this time? It wasn’t right, Raditzu had won their last tussle. Breaking the kiss, he sat up only to have his shirt stripped from him and tossed across the room. “Raditzu…what are you doing?” The King asked, watching Raditzu peal his own shirt off.

“You don’t like this?” Raditzu asked, kissing his king once more. His hands going to work on sliding those baggy sweats down the prince’s thin waist. Rocking up, he pressed his groin against Vegeta’s ass before forcing the prince to leave his lap. “Take those off…I want to have a look at you.”

Being the king of a planet meant a lot of respect, no one dared to tell him what to do. Maybe that was why he loved Raditzu so much. The man had, on his first day of guard—Not only insulted the royal family, but had also treated the prince and the king like commoners. The king at that time, Vegeta’s father, had wanted to kill Raditzu…but Vegeta wouldn’t’ have it. He fell in love with the man that day. Taking his pants off, he climbed back on top of his mate. Kissing him with a passion he rarely showed anything else, he pressed himself against the body blow his.

Raditzu pushed Vegeta away, forcing him to sit up once more. “I said…I want to get a look at you…” He whispered, his eyes dropping down to the hard length that jutted out from his king’s fit body. Smirking, he tapped the erection. “Yep…this little guy was swimming through my thoughts today…”

Vegeta felt his cheeks heat up at the scrutiny he was suddenly under. When Raditzu began to squirm out of his uniform trousers, he helped. Sliding down Raditzu’s long body, he pushed the fabric out of the way for his lips. Licking and kissing hips and thighs, he slowly made his way towards the on thing he loved the most about Raditzu’s body.

Stopping his king, he forced Vegeta into his lap once more. Reaching towards the night stand, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant. He could see the surprised look in his lover’s eyes and he chuckled. “Hey, it’s my turn to be on top.” He stated, making Vegeta pout slightly. He loved it when Vegeta pouted, but it wasn’t going to stop him. Popping the cap on the bottle, he squirted some into his hand and began to ready his cock. Closing his eyes, he groaned, knowing his King was watching him very closely.

“I don’t know what you’re up to…Raditzu…but it will not work on me. I’m too smart for this…” He declared, and Raditzu could only whimper, his hands coming to Vegeta’s hips.

“Vegeta sama…please…” He whispered, “Not this time…I need you too bad….” Raditzu saw that knowing look upon his mate’s face and helped Vegeta to position himself.

“Ready?” Vegeta groaned in his mate’s ear, already sliding himself down over that hard length. Raditzu cried out, thrusting up into Vegeta’s tight ass. “Fuck…” The king choked out a soft curse, eyes slipping shut.

Sighing into Vegeta’s hair, he began to thrust. He went so slow at first, much slower then they usually took things, and Vegeta whimpered, almost begging for things to go faster. Before long, Raditzu was picking up the pace and Vegeta found himself sitting up again, riding Raditzu like a bull.

Sliding a hand down from Vegeta’s hip, he began to stroke his lover. “V-vegata…you…” He gasped, feeling Vegeta’s inner muscles clamp down around him. Seeing his lover grinning down at him, he growled, his thrusts becoming harder, more fierce.

Vegeta cried out, back arching. The war was in full heat now and Vegeta found that he was loosing to that thick shaft inside of him. Clamping his muscles around it was making every movement all the more pleasurable for the both of them, and he just could not hold up under all the wonderful sensations crackling through his system.

“OH KAMI VEGETA!” Raditzu nearly screamed while he bucked and arched his back, knowing that this would get to the King. Gasping, he tugged harder at the erection in his hand, he could feel his victory about to splash over the battle field.

“Cheater..” Vegeta moaned, his voice catching in his throat. Jerking against his lover, his muscles beginning the spasm, orgasm hitting home. “R-RADITZU!”

Raditzu wasn’t far behind his lover, his seed filling Vegeta all the way up. It was moments latter before the two spoke again. “I won…and…I love you.” Raditzu whispered, pulling his King down for a tender kiss. When Vegeta didn’t respond, he sighed. “Don’t be mad…I’ll let you be seme next time…okay…”

“I love you, Raditzu.” Vegeta whispered, too exhausted to move right then. “You won though…I’m not mad…that was just…an amazing lay…thank you.”

Chuckling, he held Vegeta, stroking the man’s hair. “I’m glad you liked it…maybe next time I’ll show you something else…”

“I’d like that.”