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Desecration: Feral	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Desecration: Feral

By Sefiru

�� Here we go
again. This is the third of five Responses to Desecration; it is not a
continuation of either of my other Desecration fics. However, it is a direct
sequel to Vixen�s �Desecration�, so if you haven�t already, go read that first.

Also, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for
�Desecration: Repetitive.� If anyone was traumatized by the idea of
twelve-year-old Vegeta lusting after Nappa � I point and laugh at you.

Summary: Goku has gone feral and is living in the forest �
and now it�s mating season.

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal. Actually pretty tame
considering the source material ^^;

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku

Disclaimer: I own Dragonball only in my freams and Akira
Toriyama�s nightmares. Thank you to Vixen for letting me use her story idea.

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�� He crouched
under the rock ledge with his ki suppressed to zero, waiting for the searchers
to go away. Once he thought they were his friends, but now he realized the
truth; he�d had enough of people and their civilized ways. All of their fine
food and comfortable houses were just bait to lure him in so they could use
him. What good was civilization? The forest had all he really needed � shelter
from the weather, clear water to drink, and all the food he could catch.

�� Months passed.
After a time he let his ki show again, but suppressed it immediately when he
sensed anyone approaching. They got the point and stopped trying to find him.
He built himself a warm nest for winter, and he thrived on the plentiful game
and fruit of the forest. And when the spring came, the longer days brought a
tingling to his skin, a fire to his nerves: it was time to look for a mate.

�� He had a mate.
It was just a matter of going to fetch him.

***

�� Vegeta was woken
by hands stroking his back. Long strokes, neck to hip and back. He was lying in
what felt like fur, which immediately told him he was not where he had fallen
asleep. The scent in his nostrils told him who was responsible: Kakarott. Shit.
What was the other Saiyan thinking, carrying him off like this? And how the hell
had Kakarott moved him without waking him up? For that matter, how had he
managed to accomplish it in his current state of mind?

�� When he�d
learned that Kakarott had gone feral, it had been the proudest day of his life.
He�d won. He�d seen other feral Saiyans in his planet-purging days, so he knew
what the third-class idiot was now: little better than an animal, unspeaking,
his trust of others permanently destroyed and finally (finally!) stripped of any
vestige of human civilization. For all intents and purposes, the person known
as Son Goku was dead; the animal that was left was not much better off. Vegeta
had taken great pleasure in imagining his rival growing gaunt and ragged from
his scrambling existence in the wilderness.

�� But he realized
as he rolled over to look that he was partly mistaken. The wild life clearly
suited Kakarott; he was the picture of Saiyan health, skin glowing uniformly
bronze, hair neatly groomed and shining. His muscles were even more firmly
toned than before, and at some point his tail had grown back; it was waving
lazily behind him. They were in a dry sandstone cave, the floor covered with a
large collection of bearskins. Kakarott looked back at him with amused black eyes,
hands still stroking his body. He was naked. And hard.

�� Vegeta snorted.
It didn�t take a genius to guess what was going through the feral Saiyan�s
mind. He looked him in the eye and said very clearly, �Kakarott, if you are
trying to put me on the bottom we are going to have a fight.� Kakarott tilted
his head as he thought about it. Feral didn�t mean stupid, just
instinct-driven, and Vegeta was counting on that. There was no way that he, the
Prince of all Saiyans, was going to get fucked by someone he had reduced to �
this.

�� He didn�t
intend to escape the situation; that would just upset Kakarott, and an upset
Kakarott with no socialization holding him back was more of an inconvenience
than Vegeta felt like dealing with. And, well, it was rutting season, and the
prince was not immune to its effects. Bulma always complained about how horny
he was this time of year. And no matter what else he thought of the third-class
idiot, he was a damn good lay.

�� Kakarott purred
and flipped them over so that Vegeta was on top, and spread his thighs around
him. That was more like it. The feral Saiyan�s hands were still stroking his
back and they were starting to relax him in spite of himself; funny, he hadn�t
even noticed he was tense. Hesitantly he lifted a hand to return the gesture.
Kakarott�s skin was hot and firm under his palm, like the finest leather, and
the velvet-furred tail looped around his hips.

�� I don�t suppose
you have any lube,� Vegeta said half to himself. But Kakarott reached over to
the side of the cave and grabbed a section of bamboo, which was full of
something pale and oily. It smelled like fresh deer suet, but that was beside
the point. Kakarott scooped some out with one finger and started applying it to
his own ring.

�� Vegeta felt blood
rush to his groin at the sight,� and to
his surprise he heard a noise coming from his own throat. A lust-filled rumble,
somewhere between a purr and a growl. He stuck his hand in the grease and
slathered it on his cock, then batting the other�s hand away, thrust roughly
into him. Kakarott�s purr turned into a deep moan and his hands clutched
Vegeta�s back. Kami, he was tight. Tight and hot and solid, not like these
fragile humans; he didn�t have to hold back. Didn�t want to hold back. Couldn�t
hold back, with that scent in his nose and that sound assaulting his ears, that
hot muscle gripping him before and behind. He drew back and thrust in hard,
over and over again. Kakarott�s moans turned louder and wilder until he
climaxed violently, howling, �Vegeta!�

�� Startled out of
what self-control he had left, Vegeta came hard into that pulsing heat.
Panting, he dropped onto Kakarott�s chest. He dozed off in the afterglow, and
when he woke Kakarott was grooming his hair. He was amazed at how good it felt.
It had been years since he�d had a proper grooming, and Bulma could never get
it quite right. He drifted comfortably under this treatment for a while until
the reality of what he was doing hit him. He had fallen asleep in the
presence of a rival and now was letting him put his hands all over him. A man
he had done terrible things to. How had he become distracted enough to let this
happen? Life on Earth really was making him soft.

�� Kakarott whined
and rubbed his tense shoulders. His message was clear: lighten up. Relax.
Well, maybe he had a point. He was lying naked in a pile of bearskins with a
feral Saiyan whom he had just fucked. If Kakarott had wanted to kill him, he
would simply have done so; that was basic Saiyan nature. And if Vegeta took
this opportunity to let his guard down, no one would ever know, because
Kakarott would never say a word.

�� Well, almost
never. Although it had startled him, Vegeta was inordinately pleased with the
thought that his name was the only articulate sound Kakarott would make for the
rest of his life. To tell the truth, he liked the other Saiyan much better this
way. None of his saccharine cheerfulness, his moralizing, his damn annoying
human mannerisms. None of his blather about love. Just a good, hard fuck, and a
bit of grooming, and when the mating season was over they would go back to
their separate lives. Gradually he began to relax again.

�� After a time,
Kakarott got to his feet. With one hand he pressed Vegeta into the furs, gave a
warning growl, and left the cave. Drowsy and near boneless, Vegeta felt
disinclined to move anyway. What was coming over him? Kakarott came back a few
minutes later carrying a whole gutted deer carcass, its head dangling from a
broken neck. He laid a hide over the bearskins to keep them clean, and dropped
the deer onto it.

�� Vegeta suddenly
realized why it was that Kakarott was the most functional feral he�d ever seen.
He had grown up in the forest for the first ten years of his life, had spent a
lot of time there even later, and he had the skills he needed to survive. How
to kill and dress a deer, how to rough-tan a fur � they were tanned � or how to
cache food for winter. He had picked out a sturdy lair sure to be cozy in any
weather, and turned it into a comfortable den. Kakarott�s instincts might be
driving his behavior, but it was his intellect that let him carry out his
impulses effectively.

�� The feral
Saiyan ripped off a chunk of meat and offered it to him. Vegeta took it, then
used his ki to flash-cook it; although he was sitting naked in a cave he was
not going to act like a total barbarian. The food woke him up, and he started
getting horny again. This time he took control from the start, shoving Kakarott
down in the furs and grabbing his tail. A few strokes along it had him purring
and pushing his hips up. Vegeta smeared his cock with more suet and thrust into
Kakarott a second time. As before, the moist heat that engulfed him overwhelmed
all thoughts but of taking his pleasure from that firm flesh. He growled and
sank his teeth into Kakarott�s shoulder as he thrust; Kakarott moaned and
pushed back against him, and soon he came hard, screaming Vegeta�s name. The
rippling of his inner muscles around Vegeta�s cock sent him into his climax as
well, and he shot a second portion of his seed into Kakarott�s body.

�� This time he
didn�t quite fall asleep. He just tucked himself deeper into the bearskins �it
was getting late, and the air was cooling � and threw a leg over Kakarott�s
hip. What the hell, he thought, and started to comb his fingers. Kakarott
purred and snuggled closer to him. He smirked to himself. Not only had he
succeeded in breaking the other Saiyan�s mind, but he�d gotten away with it;
a feral, as he was now, cared nothing for such ideas as romance or loyalty. The
prince had nothing left to prove; there was no way Kakarott could pose a threat
to Vegeta�s supremacy now. That, and at this time of year he�d rather just
fuck.

�� Kakarott nuzzled
his hand. Just like a favorite pet. Vegeta idly scratched him behind the ears.
Honestly, Kakarott made a much better animal than he did a person.

***

The end of another Desecration scenario. Not forever though
� I�m not intending to leave Goku doing the Tarzan thing (plus I�m planning to
have those Saiyan instincts come back and bite Vegeta in the ass). I want to
clear my slate of some other projects, though, so don�t look for an update to
this in the near future.
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