Down Time

Title: Down Time
Author: Kahlan Nightwing
Pairing: Bardock/Celipa/Toma
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Orgy, het, yaoi.
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.
Summary: Smexy sex? Yes, smexy sex.
Archive: Ask first. I like to exchange links.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/dbcseries
Special Notes: Thank you VegetasMate for the title! ^___^

The doors to the bar burst open, but no one watched the Saiyan enter. It was a normal occurrence. This was a Saiyan bar. Why wouldn’t a Saiyan enter? Besides, it was the humans serving the Saiyans that suffered most from the patrons. Saiyan bar brawls occurred, but it wasn’t like they could seriously hurt each other.

Bardock glanced around, his eyes alighting as they landed on the group he was looking for. One hand rose at his approach, and he smirked at the other Saiyan, who merely titled his square-shaped head to the side and returned the look. “Finally off the clock, eh? Took you long enough.”

Bardock snorted, seating himself between the female and the one who had addressed him. “Not every day that the King’s pet goes missing, Toma. Someone has to kick those rat bastards into shape. Otherwise nothing’ll get done.”

An elbow from the woman knocked his arm off the table, almost sloshing the drink he’d been picking up. He glared at the crop-haired woman, who merely winked annoyingly back. “Come off it, Bardock. Wasn’t long ago you were just another third-class. Think these promotions have gone to your head.”

Bardock rolled his eyes, taking the time to down the drink and slam it back to the table with a satisfying smack. “Wasn’t that long ago you were a corpse, Celipa.”

Celipa’s dark eyes lit up in excitement. “True. That was a once in a lifetime experience.”

Toma laughed, signaling to a scrawny human male to get them another round. “Be twice for both of us.”

Bardock snorted. “So, any word—”

“—gossip—”

He rolled his eyes at Celipa and continued. “Any word on the pet’s whereabouts?”

Toma shrugged. “The regular. The humans say the aliens are getting their just rewards.”

Bardock almost spit out the second drink at that. He looked more amused than surprised or furious though. Not that the human could tell. He quickly put down the two drinks and scurried away. He was ignored. “I could care less what they think.”

Toma nodded, shrugging at almost the same time. It was an annoying habit of his. “I know. You asked.”

Bardock sighed, quickly drinking the rest of his drink. He heard Celipa do the same beside him and grinned at her. “Bad day for you, too?”

She grimaced. “Spent the whole day ‘searching’ for the Prince.” Her hands made the quotation marks at the appropriate place. “He can take care of himself if you ask me. As if any one of us could actually protect him. Whatever could defeat him could easily kill all of us. The Guard’s practically useless nowadays.”

Bardock nodded absently, more intent on the sight of Celipa’s throat bobbing with each syllable than with the actual words. He looked up to see amused black eyes sparkling at him. “I think our little friend here wants to get down to business.”

Toma chuckled, eyeing Bardock from across the table. “He’s not the only one.”

At some invisible signal, all three rose, a handful of bills and a clatter of coins hitting their table as they made their way to the door. No one watched them, all busy with their own problems or just simply relaxing from their duties.

Outside, the cool air quickly took away the heat that the closed quarters had settled on Bardock. He took a deep breath, reveling in the cool weather, and then gasped it right back out when a warm body pressed into his back, arms entwining around his middle. He was acutely aware of Celipa’s breasts pressing into him, her breath hot on his neck.

Toma chuckled, shoving the two in front of him forward and releasing Celipa’s hold on Bardock. She turned to glare at him and he merely chuckled again. “I’m not being put on display out here, and if you two start that up, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

Bardock chuckled as Celipa continued to glare, stalking off and muttering curses under her breath aimed at the other Saiyan. “You know, you shouldn’t piss her off at times like this.”

Toma merely raised a brow, falling in line with Bardock as they moved through the streets below the castle. “Women always get pissed when you tell them the truth. Flaw of the gender.”

“I heard that!”

Bardock rolled his eyes as they caught up to the female, who was standing before the door to their room, impatiently tapping her foot on cobbled stone. Celipa’s expression changed then as she watched the two men approach her. Their skin tones clashed nicely together, their heads and bodies bent subconsciously toward one another, so that an arm would brush or— She felt a low growl start up before she could stop it.

Toma chuckled, an arm slinging casually over Bardock’s shoulder and mashing him closer to him. Their bodies melded together, Bardock doing nothing to stop the attentions. It was when the flat-topped spiky head leaned in and began to suckle his neck that he finally pushed away. “Thought you didn’t want anything in public, Toma?”

Toma shrugged, eyeing Celipa’s expression, which had turned from ‘quite interested’ to ‘damn horny’. “Let’s go—inside.”

There was a sharp nod from Celipa, a grunt from Bardock, and they were in, moving instinctually through the rooms to their destination. Stripping was involved along the way, hands greedily plucking clothes off, fingers skimming revealed flesh, breaths coming out faster as heated flesh pressed to heated flesh.

It was Toma and Bardock who took the bed first, Toma pushing Bardock beneath him and curling his body onto the other man’s, arching his back until erections brushed and they both took in a breath of air.

Celipa’s tail flicked out, slashing the air as she removed her bra strap by strap, watching the foreplay of the two men. She could see Bardock’s dark eyes glinting at her from around Toma, his breath coming out shallowly as her breasts were revealed.

She could feel her nipples harden underneath his gaze, and his sharp eyes watched them, bucking up into Toma’s body as she walked toward the bed and crawled onto it. His eyes never strayed from her breasts, swinging now with each movement.

He lost sight of her to Toma’s body and let out a soft groan. She always picked him first! Of course, he was always below Toma at the time.

Celipa watched the men move rhythmically against each other and smirked, hand grasping the tail that flicked out teasingly. Toma immediately jerked to a halt, stiffening and then relaxing again as fingers delicately ran through the bronze fur, tracing their way to the tip that squirmed to get out of her hold and yet stay in it.

Toma craned his head around; watching the woman with narrowed eyes as she ran her fingers back down to the base of the tail, languidly outlining a circle around the skin that surrounded the fur.

Bardock let out a disappointed moan as the weight of the other left him, but sucked it back in as he watched Toma’s head lower toward Celipa’s chest, on his knees as if he were worshipping her.

In slow motion, his tongue darted out, just touching Celipa’s nipple, moving over it sensually. A groan of immense satisfaction flew from the woman’s lips as her free hand moved to entangle in Toma’s short spikes, drawing his whole mouth onto her breast to suck greedily. Bardock lay there, watching as the other hand trailed to Toma’s front and fumbled between his legs, causing him to hunch upward, eyes wide, as she found what she was looking for, vigorously fondling his balls.

He simply couldn’t just sit there, doing nothing. So he sat up, moving on his own knees toward the two and smirking at Celipa as she latched onto him from the corner of her eyes. He reached a hand up and in between her legs, running his fingers through her curls and massaging her lips.

Celipa’s breath caught at that and she whimpered, trying to push down while keeping Toma at her breast. She felt a finger push aside her folds and enter her swiftly and let out her breath in a soft cry. The hand that had been gripping Toma’s hair released him to grasp Bardock’s chin, wrenching him half over the other man to press his lips against hers, tongues easily entering and maneuvering around each other as eagerly as hands fondled and lips sucked.

The three stayed in that parody of a embrace for an indeterminate amount of time, caught up in each other and reveling in the heat that progressed from Saiyan to Saiyan.

Toma was the first to break off, panting as he caught his breath. He looked up only to lose it again at the sight of Bardock and Celipa wholly engrossed in one another. How they managed to kiss like that and still keep fondling—it was a mystery to him.

Glancing down as he pressed into the hand still caressing him, Toma quickly noted where Bardock’s hand was and—yes, he did have room.

He dived forward, his upper body bending almost impossibly as his lower kept itself instinctually within the contact of that warm, generous hand. His tongue again came out; a lick onto the most sensitive part of Celipa’s body that he knew broke the kiss. The hand was back on his head, urging him in further. The other hand moved to his cock, sliding up and down, gathering pre-come to allow the movement easier, and was all the incentive he needed.

He latched on decisively, sucking his cheeks in and dimly hearing a loud shout answer his attentions. Bardock’s hand moved then from in front of him.

He didn’t realize the other’s intent until a cold, wet finger entered him from behind, making him jerk forward and almost tumbling Celipa to the floor. He pushed back on the finger and moaned around Celipa, causing her to momentarily tighten her grip on him.

Bardock grinned as he stuck another finger in Toma, delighting in the little drama occurring every time he so much as bent his knuckles. Breathy moans were emitting from Celipa as her fingers twisted and clenched in Toma’s hair, head thrown back and eyes closed in utmost ecstasy. If he didn’t hurry, they’d both be done before he was. Although the scene in front of him was enough to make pre-come drip from his erection at a steady rate.

With no further preparation he lunged forward, feeling Toma push back just as hard and keep them all on the bed. Barely. He didn’t give himself time to adjust, Celipa’s moans were becoming cries and loud pleads and Toma himself was barely able to keep to his task.

In fact, Toma would’ve stopped altogether to scream if Celipa’s hand hadn’t kept him there. Bardock let out his groan as he pressed ruthlessly in, brushing Toma’s prostate again. All three set up a steady and fast pace, each working to bring themselves and each other to—

Celipa was the first to cry out, jerking spasmodically into Toma’s mouth as his tongue snaked out and licked at her come. He came next, muffling his shout in her and coating her hand with his come. Bardock was last, letting out a loud grunt as he emptied inside Toma.

Toma straightened as quickly as possible, catching Celipa as she drowsily allowed herself to crumble and pulling him to her as Bardock slid out of him and did likewise. All three landed on the bed quietly, only their harsh breaths filling the air.

They lay silently on the bed for several minutes, spent and satisfied, before Toma’s voice quietly carried over to Bardock. “She’s asleep.”

Bardock chuckled, his fingers running through Toma’s hair lazily. “We tired her out.”

Toma echoed Bardock’s humor, snuggling back into Bardock’s warmth as he tightened his hold on Celipa. “How’ve you been?”

He felt the other man shrug. “Fine.”

“But worried.”

He wasn’t shocked that the other man had read him so easily. “Yeah. Nothing went like it was supposed to.”

“You haven’t discussed it with the King?”

Bardock snorted. “What would I say? I’m sorry, your majesty, but my son’s supposed to kill Frieza. That would’ve gone over well.”

Toma dug an elbow into Bardock’s side, although it wasn’t very effective from his position. “Maybe it was wrong. You haven’t had one since.”

Bardock sighed. “I know. That’s why I’m worr—”

An insistent beeping sound suddenly cut Bardock off and he gave a light curse. Toma sighed. “Didn’t you turn it off?”

Bardock reluctantly disentangled himself from Toma, struggling off the bed and toward his pants in the next room. “Not with the sh*t that’s been happening,” was all he left the other with.

Reaching into the pocket of his discarded pants, he pulled out the communicator and pressed the button to answer it, practically snapping into the speaker. “What is it?”

A static-filled voice answered him almost immediately. “Sir, we’ve found the Prince’s pet. And he doesn’t look too good.”

Bardock scowled, knowing if he were face to face with the other, they’d be cowering. “So? Who gives a damn about him? Prince Trunks has every right to punish—”

“The wounds weren’t made by the Prince, sir. And there’s another problem.”

After waiting a few moments and not hearing the other continue, he gritted his teeth. “Well? What is it?”

“It’s Radditz, sir, he’s gone berserk.”


A/N: Yes, yes. I know that\'s a cliffy. This was part of a round that was abruptly ended, so this is all ya get. ^___^ Hope you enjoyed.