Flushes

Pairing: RaditzxZarbon
Rating: NC-17 (low
Warning: Yaoi, smut
Summary: Heat, sweat and uncomfortable positions. Who wouldn't need a tempory distraction?

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Flushes

Sleep is being held away from Zarbon at one of those distances which tease and fool him into the belief of it being within his grasp. But then he finds it being yanked away again and he becomes even more irate.

It's mostly because of the heat. As the spaceship waits on a planet whose development has recently caught Frieza's interest, the overall temperature has risen despite efforts to fend it off with technology. The leaders were given their ultimatum and have until the sun rises to decide upon an answer; a very generous time limit from Frieza.

Zarbon personally objects to any planet which is so close to its very large sun having anything to do with advancing itself like that. As the heat grabs at him with its sticky fingers it makes him feel tired, sluggish and generally very uncomfortable. And it causes his hair to become extremely disagreeable too.

There's also the Saiyan contributing to his lack of sleep. Both of them are restless in the unforgiving high temperature. Even with no barrier between their flesh and the heat, it's too much. But, evidentially, Raditz is unable to resign himself to just shifting uncomfortably in an effort to find a position that may tempt sleep to step closer.

Very evidentially. Especially judging on how Raditz nudges and pushes his face into Zarbon's shoulders and neck. He growls as he does, yet doesn't utter any coherent word. Zarbon shifts under him, but barely notices how he doesn't actually make any effort to get away. There's nowhere to go to anyway. Anything further than stepping off his bed will only mean the heat wrapping around his movements and stealing energy with every twitch of his muscles. A cold shower is but a few paces away, but even that feels too far in the current situation.

The leaders of this planet had better give in to the demands, Zarbon finds himself thinking. Otherwise it will mean having to carefully pick a team of warriors who won't be so severely affected by the heat, which alone will be stress within itself.

Then the thought is stolen away by a hot breath which bursts against his ear, mixed with a soft but frustrated growl. Words of complaint about how Raditz's stupidly large amount of hair is starting to make him sweat even more form in Zarbon's mouth. They shudder and die as he feels the unmistakeable sensation of a tail wrapping around his thigh, too far up to be anything more than wanting. There's a tug from Raditz's tail, which makes his leg twitch upwards but the actions are more of a test than anything else. Zarbon's legs have already moved to border Raditz's knees. It wasn't much movement considering the Saiyan is practically on top of him, but he can't remember exactly when that happened.

His body finally admits that he feels just as frustrated. It's due to both the heat and the fact that Raditz is so damn persistent. But it's not as though Zarbon was going to get much sleep anyway. At this stage he already knows he would have forced himself up much earlier than he normally would to spend a lot of time in front of the mirror, ensuring he won't look as awful as he fears when it comes to facing Frieza again.

So he thinks nothing of uncurling himself from what remains of the defensive position he had tried assume and allows Raditz to stretch himself over him. That damnable heat is still there, provoked by the Saiyan's thick hair as falls everywhere. But Zarbon pushes those things back within his mind as he suddenly finds himself with some very handy distractions; especially that tail as it moves where it pleases around his hips.

There's a growl forced through gritted teeth, some forceful movements of his hips and Raditz is quicker than usual to make the intrusion into the other body. It causes Zarbon hiss to sharply and arch his back to push them closer together. It's too damn hot to even think of what either of them may consider actions of foreplay, and in that heat frustrations are just too highly pent.

Zarbon pushes his face towards Raditz's shoulder to become immersed in hair and the scent of Saiyan sweat in attempts of distraction, but there's still a heat that commands attention. It's between his legs and grows; pulses even.

There's a flash that shoots through his nerves and Zarbon's body gives an involuntary shudder before his senses suddenly catch up with what's happening. Raditz's tail is there. It winds and twists and makes him far too aware of how heavy and short of breath comes. It isn't a feeling that's new to Zarbon, but is still ... interesting. And it leaves his own hands free to make Raditz shudder; accomplished with hard scratches around the base of his tail and touches that progress lower and lower down his back, deliberately meant to tease and have the Saiyan writhe.

Zarbon hisses a warning when Raditz's teeth go too near his neck or shoulders. But the threatened bite never comes. He can feel Raditz's smirk against his skin, yet allows the Saiyan his teasing. They'll be plenty of time for payback later.

But Zarbon does bite. There are parts of Raditz's shoulders, which his armour covers, where the flesh will forever have marks as a result. Luckily, the reputation of the Saiyans is built around them being a proud and skilled warrior race. A few scratches and marks upon them are nothing. The more, the better, in fact, and it wasn't unusual in the days of Vegetasei for fights to break out over whose scars were longer and deeper.

Zarbon, however, is completely on the opposite end of the scale. He is encased within his own vanity and everyone knows it. Any mark, no matter how small, suddenly appearing on his skin will draw more questions than he wants.

The marks Zarbon inflicts on Raditz come when his body suddenly jolts and his nerves start to pulse and shudder. He suddenly lurches forward and sinks his teeth deeply into Raditz's flesh to stop the cry he can feel rushing up in his throat. Blood is also drawn when Zarbon's fingernails dig hard enough into Raditz's back to break through the skin. As sweat and blood rush to meet, Raditz hisses as his back tingles with the sharp sting.

When it's over, Raditz makes a point of taking Zarbon's fingers into his mouth to clean them of his own blood. Then further down Zarbon's body to leave no trace of what such actions from his tail inflicted.

Eventually, sleep approaches more willingly. Even if it's not as much as Zarbon would have liked.

END