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No Pain...	By : hadrianquincey Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Totes don't own Dragon Ball Z or any characters depicted in this story. This was a birthday gift for a buddy, so no money changed hands here.

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- 1-No Pain...
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Nobody understood pain like Radditz. No one else could see or feel the subtle nuances present in a cut, a fist to the gut or a broken nose. Pain was the closest thing to art the Saiyan cared to know. He appreciated it, reveled in it. And he’d finally found someone who began to comprehend how glorious it could be.

They’d first met during a purge on the outer reaches of Freeza’s empire. Radditz had been sent to the planet alone- Nappa and Vegeta being busy with something “much more important”- and was cleaning up the last bit of resistance. He’d made sure he finished early in order to buy himself some time to relax and stuff his face with whatever food he found there. Freeza was disgustingly stingy with rations. He was cooking a native- some combination of bug and bear creature- over a fire when his scouter went off on the ground beside him. A twig was snapped underfoot as Radditz spun to see what had dared to try to sneak up on him. He blinked, experiencing a moment of disorientation- the man was nearly identical to his father! But the skin tone and tilt of his eyes registered him as a stranger. Radditz curled his lip at the man, his eyes drifting to his waist to verify he was, in fact, a Saiyan.

“Where’ve you been hiding, little man?” he drawled, sitting down again and gesturing vaguely for the man to join him.

“’Hiding’? Hardly. I keep to myself- it just so happens that that has let me slide beneath “Lord” Freeza’s radar. I refuse to be a lapdog.”

Radditz glared at the man as he spoke, his eyes widened and then narrowed. “I’m no one’s ‘lapdog’,” he growled.

“Aren’t you? You have a scouter, so you can be at his beck and call; you arrived here in a space pod with his crest on it; you cleared this whole planet, just like a good pet. He owns you, tough guy. It’s best if you don’t pretend otherwise when it’s so obvious.”

Radditz rose to his feet and was in front of the stranger in a second. His hand wrapped around his throat and he lifted the other man off his feet. “You know what’s best for you, you’ll keep your fucking mouth shut,” he snarled. “I don’t want to have kill another Saiyan.”

“Oh?,” the other rasped, grinning. “You’ve killed Saiyans before?”

Radditz threw him to the ground and spat on him. He sat down again in front of his fire and continued his meal. He didn’t look at the other Saiyan, but heard him get to his feet, dust off his armour.

“Turles,” the shorter man introduced himself, holding out his hand.

Radditz turned his head and stared at him. He finished chewing and swallowed before taking hold of Turles’ wrist and shaking once. “Radditz,” he responded and tore off another mouthful of meat.

“Oh, I know who you are. Heard all about you, Nappa and Vegeta through the back channels,” he chuckled.

Turles sat beside Radditz, pulling something out of a compartment concealed in his armour. Radditz choked on his meal when he looked at the scouter in Turles’ hand. He cast accusing, triumphant eyes at the other man, but Turles shook his head.

“My men and I take these as we run into them,” he explained, turning the device around in both hands. “We programmed a private channel where we can listen, but never be heard.”

“How nice for you,” Radditz spat, not caring that his tone was childish. Turles chuckled.

“I’ve been listening in on your missions- you’re the most interesting of the group, at least. And now my other suspicion is confirmed- you’re cute.”

Radditz threw down the bone and swallowed the bite he’d just taken, whole. He grabbed Turles by the front of his armour and hauled him up so they were at eye level. He hadn’t liked the way a small part of him had flushed at the strange compliment and he intended to take his confusion out in anger. As he pulled back to pound Turles’ face in, his scouter went off. The sound that was reserved for Freeza and his immediate subordinates. He made a noise between a snarl and a howl, throwing Turles down again. He bent to scoop up his scouter and fumbled it over his ear.

“Yes?,” he grunted. He’d be damned if he would use any titles with Turles listening.

“‘Yes?’. ‘Yes?’,” a familiar voice mocked. “Is that how you greet your superiors, monkey?”

“What do you want, Dodoria?”

“Lord Freeza demands a status update. He has a buyer for the rock you’re clearing and they want it ready in six days.”

“It’ll take me two more to clear it- I have a few villages to purge and then a full-planet sweep. It’ll be ready.”

“Good. It better be. Don’t fuck it up, you filthy ape.”

The connection was broken and it took every molecule of his control for Radditz to not crush the device in his hand. He took it off and set it on the ground beside him gently. He turned to where he’d left Turles, eager to relieve his frustrations. The other man had found his feet again and was helping himself to Radditz’s meal. The big Saiyan stalked around the fire and bent to strangle Turles’ arrogant little neck.

“You like it,” Turles said around a mouthful. Radditz froze, still bent over, and stared at him, his expression carefully blank. Turles swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned. “You like it when they yell at you, talk down to you. I bet you like it when they beat you, too.”

“Why you nasty little-” Radditz lunged forward. Turles was fast- he rolled out of the way and came up on Radditz’s side, dropping an elbow between his shoulder blades. Radditz hit the rocky earth, the breath knocked out of him for a second.

Turles crouched in front of him, one arm resting casually across his thigh, the other hand lifting Radditz’s chin off the ground. “I could practically smell it on you when the scouter went off,” he continued as though Radditz hadn’t tried to attack him. “You’re a born submissive and a masochist, to boot.”

Turles stood, releasing Radditz’s face to fall back down, jarring his teeth slightly. He waited until Turles started to move away from him, then shot to his feet and rushed the other Saiyan. He heard a “tsk” and then was brought to the ground again by a leg sweep. A hand to his chest sent him backwards and he landed on his ass, wincing at the pressure on the base of his tail. Turles demonstrated his speed again by straddling Radditz’s waist before the larger Saiyan could blink. He leaned forward, his forearm resting across Radditz’s chest. He propped his elbow on the pectoral of Radditz’s armour and held his chin in his palm, gazing down thoughtfully.

“I came here to see if you wanted to join my crew,” he said, his voice light and conversational. “But I’m not sure I want a third class weakling stinking up the place.”

“You-!”

“No,” Turles interrupted his snarl with a palm strike to his forehead, smashing the back of Radditz’s head against the ground. “No more talking out of you. The next time you open your mouth, it’ll be for my cock.”

Radditz stared at him, bewildered, enraged… and more turned on than he could ever remember being. Turles smirked and patted his cheek. “There’s a good boy. I certainly don’t expect you to like me, but you will obey me. And I guarantee I’ll be more fun than Freeza…”

Turles pushed off of him and stood, looking down dispassionately. He walked over to the fire and sat in Radditz’s place, helping himself to the rest of the now-charred meat. Radditz narrowed his eyes and started to get up- no one was going to interrupt his meal and then take it from him. At least, not someone who wasn’t Vegeta or Nappa. He sat up and leaned forward to push off the ground. “Stay right there,” Turles ordered. He didn’t raise his voice, but Radditz could practically feel the threat.

He scoffed and stood. “Like hell! You can’t just show up and steal-!”

Turles was on him again, one hand fisted in his hair and the other holding the jagged point of a leg bone against his throat. Radditz toppled off balance and fell hard, Turles’ added weight knocking the wind out of him. He gasped for air and Turles covered his mouth and nose with his free hand.

“What did I say about that mouth of yours,” Turles growled.

Radditz tried to glare at him but it was too difficult to maintain his ire while trying to catch his breath. He could just barely breathe through his nose, past Turles’ hand. His eyes widened as the sharp tip of bone slid up his neck and along his jaw line, pressed just deep enough to cut into his skin. He could feel blood seeping to the surface behind the makeshift knife. He stopped his admittedly feeble struggles and stared up at Turles. The other Saiyan wasn’t smiling, his eyes focused on the trail of the bone up the side of Radditz’s face. He stopped between Radditz’s eye and ear, adding a bit more pressure; Radditz looked away from Turles to watch the tiny bubble of blood swell and run off the side of his face, forming an equally tiny pool in his ear.

“Gods, I can feel you through the armour, you’re so hard,” Turles chuckled. He spun the bone in his hand once, twice, sitting up and resuming his earlier position astride Raddtiz’s waist. “Hold this,” was the only warning Radditz got before Turles stabbed the bone into the thickest part of his upper arm. He hadn’t thought his eyes could open any wider, but there they went. He didn’t scream, though. And he didn’t open his mouth- Radditz wasn’t a total idiot and knew when he’d been beat. …Or when he was about to be beaten.

Turles shrugged a few times, then hooked his fingers under his armour and yanked it off, tossing it away from the fire with a sigh. He only wore his gaunlets, a pair of briefs and his boots. “Thank you,” Turles sang primly, plucking the bone from it’s sheath. He brought it to his lips and ran his tongue over it, carefully sucking on the tip. Radditz wanted to scream, to buck his hips, to fuck that smirk off the other Saiyans face… or be fucked unconscious, himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so sexually frustrated- especially in so short a span of time.

“Your turn.” Turles stood, keeping his feet each on either side of Radditz. His tail snaked its way around his waist. “Strip,” he commanded. “Everything off.”

Radditz blinked, his expression turning wary. He didn’t like the way Turles was able to make him want to do whatever he was told. He paused, sitting up on his elbows and clinging to his remaining threads of resistance and dignity. He was mad that Turles had managed to see through him so easily- a single, short exchange via scouter and Turles seemed to have figured out his deepest secrets. He wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or concerned. Maybe he really was that transparent. Maybe everyone around him knew what he was really like, as well…

“Too slow,” Turles’ boot said right before it clipped Radditz under his chin. His head snapped back, hitting the ground hard enough to blacken his vision at the corners of his eyes. How could Turles have known about the pain and what it did for him? He didn’t bite back the moan that rolled past his lips. That kick had knocked loose the last scrap of his proud facade. He sat up and shook his head, then reached down and dug his fingers under his armour, the end of his tail thumping against the earth excitedly. The traitor.

“Gloves first,” Turles said, twirling the bone between two fingers. Radditz glared at him- it was just for show; a part of the game, now- and slid first the left, then right gloves off. He didn’t bother throwing them; just let them drop. He looked up at Turles as he grabbed hold of the bottom of his armour again. Turles smirked and nodded. Radditz stretched the material and almost flipped it inside out as he hoisted it over his head, chucking it a short distance away. He toed off each boot, then reached for his arm band.

“Oh no,” Turles pointed with the bone, back and forth between Radditz’s arm and thigh. “Those stay on. They’re like little collars…”

The large Saiyan grunted but dropped his hand. He remained half sprawled on the ground, clad only in his briefs, his erection straining against the fabric. Radditz reminded himself that he’d already surrendered, that this was, in fact, what he wanted. What he’d wanted for a very long time. Who better to make him give in to his own desires than another Saiyan? …One who, again, was neither Nappa nor Vegeta. He sighed, resigned once more and slid his briefs off, the waist catching on the tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply through his nose and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. With slightly shaky hands, he slid the briefs down to his ankles and stepped out of them. His tail wove an erratic pattern through the air. The earth was cool against his ass and balls, but the heat from his wounds and his now-throbbing manhood compensated; pushed the high temperature throughout the rest of his body.

Turles let out a low whistle and licked his lips. “Very nice.” He shifted his weight to one leg and put his foot in the middle of Radditz’s chest, leaning forward to place his elbows across his slightly bent knee. “I think,” he paused, tapped the blunt end of the bone on Radditz’s nose. “That I want… to fuck your face.”

He must have made some kind of disgruntled expression- Turles flipped the bone and carved a shallow line down the untouched side of Radditz’s face, along his jaw, down his neck and dipping deeper at his collar bone. The big Saiyan’s hiss became another moan, this one louder than the first. Turles chuckled and gently sucked the new blood off the bone. He straightened, holding the bone lengthwise in his mouth, and ran his palms down over the straining arousal in his briefs. He cupped himself and traced a thumb over the tip, his eyes rolling up in his head and his teeth biting into the now makeshift bit. Radditz licked his lips, felt a bead of pre-cum roll down his cock. Turles slid his shorts off, putting his full weight on Radditz’s chest first, then shifting to remove them completely. He dropped to his knees, his length bobbing as he settled on Radditz’s chest. He shifted back and forth a few times before placing himself against Radditz’s mouth.

Radditz licked his lips again, his tongue glancing along the tip of Turles’ cock. A barely perceptible shudder ran through Turles’ body and Radditz grinned at his meagre revenge. “Little late to be coy, now,” Turles muttered around the bone. He pushed against Radditz’s mouth, gaining access with a long sigh. He bent over and grabbed a fistful of hair in each hand, using Radditz’s skull as a handle. He thrust forward, slowly at first, then building speed. Radditz choked a few times before he grabbed Turles’ ass and hoisted him higher. He sat up and angled the other Saiyan so he could slide down Radditz’s throat without gagging him. Turles wrapped his legs around Radditz’s neck, his thighs flexing and squeezing with each plunge, his balls slapping Radditz’s chin. Radditz tried to focus on servicing Turles, but his own member was begging for attention. As he worked his tongue along and over Turles’s cock, his tail found its way to his crotch. He really didn’t want to jerk off with his tail- it was all bristly and would not feel good as, say, Turles’ hand… or ass. But he was fast approaching the point where it wouldn’t matter.

Turles was grunting and huffing through the bone, his jaw so tight Radditz could see the muscle and sinew there. The big man sucked his cheeks in, working the other Saiyan harder, trying to make him cum faster. Radditz’s tail found his dick and carefully coiled around it. He shouted and stopped himself from biting down- his teeth just grazed Turles. That was enough. The bone shattered between Turles’ teeth and in the next second he was roaring to the heavens and shooting his load down Radditz’s throat. The larger Saiyan wasn’t ready, choking and sputtering on the hot fluid. Turles spasmed a few more times, twitching and jerking out another two spurts before withdrawing from Radditz’s mouth. His hands relaxed, releasing Radditz’s hair and dangling, limp, at his sides. His head lolled from side to side and Radditz could make out a lazy, satisfied grin on his face. He set Turles down in his lap and, his hands finally free, got to work on his neglected cock. He’d spat in his hand- traces of Turles in his saliva- and gotten two jerks off before the other man’s hands were on top of his and shoving them aside.

“Consider it a reward,” he yawned. “For being such a good fuck.”

He removed his gauntlets and tossed them over his shoulder. Turles gave himself a quick tug for lubrication and rubbed his hands together, then palmed Radditz’s length and wrapped one finger around him at a time. He scooted backwards on Radditz’s lap and kicked the other man in the chest, knocking him onto his back. Turles leaned forward, working first one hand, then the other along, up and around Radditz’s cock. Radditz couldn’t keep his head up to watch- the back of his skull was pressed into the earth as his hips shot up and forward again and again. Turles stroked him with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, cupping and squeezing them. His tail had wound over Raddtiz’s and was rubbing along his taint and between his asscheeks. Radditz moaned, thrashing his head back and forth. His fingers dug furrows in the ground, dirt pressing painfully under his fingernails. Turles brought him close, so close; he was at his limit, he could feel it, just one more stroke, one more shove and rub. …Turles stopped. He still held Radditz’s cock in one hand, gripping him tight at the base; the other hand holding his balls. Radditz stared at him and let the whimper that had built in his throat out. Turles laughed.

“Say ‘please’,” he chided. Radditz moaned, the sound becoming a growl and trailing off into a pathetic whine.

“Pleeeaaase.” His voice wavered in the middle. Turles grinned and gave his balls a very gentle squeeze.

“’Please’ what? Do you want something?”

“Please…” Radditz swallowed hard, still tasting Turles. “Please let me cum.”

Turles slowly moved his hand away from Radditz’s balls, smoothing over his own hand and then wrapping around Radditz’s cock. The big Saiyan whined again, this one higher pitched. Turles slid his tail past Radditz’s ass one more time, then opened the hand that had been holding the other Saiyan back. Radditz came with a howl, shooting then sputtering all over Turles’ chest and abdomen. He fell back to the ground feeling more sated than he ever had before. He felt like his bones had been liquefied, like his hair was alive. He felt like he had just woken up from a very satisfying nap.

“There you go,” Turles said, flicking the semen off his chest with one hand. “This has been great fun, but I must be moving on. Enjoy your little vacation.”

He stood and glanced around, probably for his clothes. Radditz sat up and grabbed his wrist. “Wait! How- how can I contact you again?”

“Don’t get all clingy on me,” Turles pried his hand away. “Though I can’t blame you.”

Turles stepped into his shorts, adjusting himself a few times before locating his armour and slipping that over his head. He twisted his gauntlets back on, flexing his fingers. He started walking away, back through the dense forest through which he’d arrived, but stopped just inside the tree line and turned his head slightly to look at Radditz.

He blew a kiss over his shoulder. “I’ll be in touch,” he said with a wink.
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