Possessions

Title: Possessions

Author: CrimsonTide

Pairings: Vegeta x Goku, Buroli x Goku

Warnings - heavy lemon! rape, angst, blood, ect, ect

Chapter 8


“What are you up to?”

Goku blinked and looked up at Buroli as he was set down upon the bed. He could see the suspicion in the other man’s eyes, and the very thought of sparking his anger sent a chill down the smaller Saiyajin’s spine. If his plan was to work, he’d have to play his part perfectly.

Goku forced a purr to rumble from his chest as he spread out among the sheets, displaying his clothed body as best he could. “What makes you think I’m up to something?” he rumbled. “Did it ever occur to you that I find you attractive?”

Buroli’s steely gaze pinned the younger Saiyajin in place as he sat on the edge of the bed and placed a strong hand on Goku’s thigh. The muscle trembled slightly beneath his touch and he tightened his grip. “I’m no fool, Kakarotto. Earlier today you couldn’t stand my touch and now I have you purring like a bitch in heat. So again, what are you up to?”

Goku just barely managed to hide his panic behind a sexy smirk and a quirked eyebrow. He tried to ignore the uncomfortably tight grip on his thigh as he sat up and slid closer to the larger man. Buroli relaxed his elbow in order to allow him the movement, and Goku pressed himself to his side, tucked his head beneath his chin, and ran a finger down a broad chest.

“I’ll admit I was afraid at first... but not for the reasons you may think. I was afraid because I liked your touch.” He paused when he felt Buroli tense, unsure of whether or not that was a good thing or not. “Your power excites me and you smell so good...” Goku nuzzled his face into the crook of the larger man’s neck, and he dared to flick his tongue over the hot flesh before pulling away and looking up into dark eyes with as lustful an expression as he could manage. “I want my mate to be the strongest; the best. Vegeta can’t compare to you.”

The next few moments seemed to last an eternity as Goku carefully watched for the other Saiyajin’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if he was convincing enough. He was hoping that pumping up Buroli’s ego would do the trick.

Finally a smirk slowly spread over the larger man’s lips and he pulled Goku closer and into his lap. “So you really are a whore for power, aren’t you? Well, I can’t say I blame you... Now show me how much you want me.”

Goku’s heart hammered in his chest as he leaned up and pressed his mouth against the others’. He forced down a wave of nausea as he felt Buroli’s tongue press against his lips, and he parted them to allow entrance. The smaller Saiyajin was almost glad when a large hand fisted into his hair and held him there; it would keep him from pulling away in revulsion as that slick muscle tried to force its way down his throat. He arched his back when Buroli’s other hand began to grope his ass. He was actually trying to move away, but the moan that the movement drew from the larger man told him that Buroli interpreted his actions as a positive reaction.

Finally the kiss ended, and Goku panted for air as he slid from the other Saiyajin’s lap. He took a large hand in his own and scooted further back on the bed, gently encouraging the other to lay back, which he did. The smaller man straddled Buroli’s waist and looked down at his ‘lover’ with fake lust. He ran his hands over the bare chest below him, and as his fingers teased the twin nubs he found there, he not only heard, but felt the body beneath him begin to purr.

Goku just barely managed not to flinch away when Buroli’s hands settled on his hips. He was less successful in holding back his gasp when those hands forced him down onto a clothed, but very obvious erection. The smaller man swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying hard not to let his distaste for his current situation show.

Buroli growled low in his throat as he watched the other’s tail rise up behind his back. A raised tail was a sign of submission and the sight made his trapped cock twitch in excitement. He ground the other down against his arousal as he bucked his hips upward, licking his lips as Goku’s head tipped back. That exposed throat was very tempting.

“Enough.”

Goku’s head snapped forward again and he gazed down at the man below him. Did he sense something was wrong?

“Strip me.”

The Earth-raised Saiyajin almost sighed in relief, but the command was sure to lead to more unpleasant things. Still, he had no choice.

Goku shifted off of the other man and crawled down to his feet, where he swiftly removed both boots and tossed them on the floor. He slowly moved back to the other’s waist, hoping his hesitance looked more like seductiveness. Slowly he hooked his fingers beneath the rim on the larger man’s pants, and when those hips raised up off the bed, he tugged the clothing down and off in one swift motion. He made sure to keep his eyes from wandering to the large erection he was sure was right in front of him.

A rumbling chuckle caught his attention and he looked at the other.

“You’re blushing. No need to be shy, Kakarotto. I know you’re not used to seeing such a large cock, but don’t worry. I’m sure you can take it.”

That chuckle turned into a full out laugh when Goku’s gaze finally moved to Buroli’s arousal, and his eyes widened at the sight of it. It was indeed huge, and he could already feel the phantom pains shooting up his spine.

With his mind wandering and panic beginning to set in, Goku didn’t even notice when the large body shifted and moved further up on the bed.

“Come here, Kakarotto.”

The smaller man blinked himself back into reality and his face paled as he spotted Buroli leaning against the headboard. His legs were bent at the knees and spread slightly in order to display his manhood. Steely eyes were fixed on him, and Goku hesitantly crawled closer until he was settled on his knees between those powerful legs.

“Suck me.”

He hesitated at the order as his stomach turned. The nausea he felt earlier returned in full force and he nearly bolted from the room right there and then; and he might have if a large hand hadn’t fisted into his hair and forced his head down.

“Suck, slut!”

Goku winced as those fingers tightened in his hair, and he slowly leaned down and flicked the tip of Buroli’s pulsing member with his tongue. He wanted to recoil, but he forced himself to continue. He ran his tongue along the length of the shaft, stopping every now and then to suck on a certain spot or leave butterfly kisses along his path. He tried to imagine that this was Vegeta he was pleasing, not Buroli, but the distinctly different sounds the larger man was emitting as he worked made that difficult.

Suddenly those fingers tangled in his hair jerked his head up again.

“Take it in your mouth.”

Goku ducked his head down in order to hide his frown. There was no way he was going to be able to get that thing in his mouth, not without dislocating his jaw, anyway. The thought made him shiver as he leaned down and closed his lips over the head of the other’s cock. His jaw immediately began to ache as he slowly eased the pulsing flesh into his mouth. His teeth scraped against the shaft, and he had an overwhelming urge to bite down as hard as he could.

With a growl, Buroli suddenly pushed his head down violently, almost as if he’d sensed what the other was thinking. Goku choked as the large cock was forced down his throat, and his hands desperately pushed against the larger man’s thighs in an attempt to pull back. His struggles were useless, however, and the hands holding him in place didn’t budge. Goku eventually gave up and stilled between his captor’s legs. He couldn’t even breathe through his nose at this point, and he began to feel light headed as spots danced in front of his eyes.

Just as he was thinking about how crappy it would be to die choking on another man’s cock, the iron grip on his hair suddenly loosened, allowing him to pull back just enough to clear his airway. Goku breathed deeply through his nose, fighting off the darkness that had been creeping into the edges of his vision.

“I heard you enjoyed being treated like that. Vegeta told me all about it.”

Buroli laughed as Goku whimpered around his cock, and he thrust his hips upwards into his hot mouth, nearly gagging the smaller man again. Deciding that it was best if he controlled the movements, Goku quickly placed his hands on the other Saiyajin’s hips and pressed them down to the bed. He slowly began to bob his head up and down, and once Buroli relaxed enough, he released his hips and instead wrapped his hands around the base of the pulsing flesh he was sucking on, hoping the extra stimulation would be enough to prevent another bout of near suffocation.

His efforts seemed to be paying off judging from the sounds he was drawing from Buroli, and after only a few minutes, he felt the member in his mouth pulse violently. Suddenly Goku was once again yanked back and off the other’s cock by his hair, and he barely had time to squeeze his eyes shut before his face was covered in hot cum.

The Earth-raised Saiyajin grit his teeth as he reached up to wipe away the disgusting liquid, but his wrists were roughly caught before he could do so. He felt a hot breath close to his face and he managed to crack and eye open enough to see Buroli’s smirk.

“Leave it. My cum looks good on you.”

Goku’s face burned in humiliation, and he squeezed his eyes shut again as hot tears filled them. He forced himself to stay under control as he reminded himself that he was doing this for Vegeta and the others. That didn’t keep him from feeling filthy though.

“Still blushing I see.” Buroli chuckled. “Let’s see how you handle this then...”

Goku cried out in surprise as he was suddenly thrown onto his back. He heard something tear, and when he looked down he was shocked so see that his clothes had been torn right down the middle, exposing his body to the other’s eyes. He hadn’t even seen the movement!

“Very nice...” the larger Saiyajin purred. He frowned, however, when his eyes stopped on the smaller man’s unaroused cock. “What’s the matter? Are you so overwhelmed that you can’t keep it up?”

Buroli laughed when Goku growled low in his throat. “Don’t feel bad, Kakarotto. We can’t all have my stamina, after all.” The larger man laughed even harder when the other’s eyes widened at his still hard cock.

“Th...that won’t fit, Buroli!”

“Oh, I’ll make sure it does. You just relax.”

Goku yelped as he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach. A strong knee pushed his own apart while a splayed hand pushed his chest and face into the sheets, forcing his hips up higher.

“Display yourself!” Buroli snapped.

For a moment Goku wasn’t sure what he meant, but it dawned on him a second later when his tail was roughly seized and raised above his back. He screamed in pain as the furry appendage was squeezed as punishment and he fisted his hands in the sheets and the remains of his clothes.

“I’m sorry! Please, stop!”

He shrieked as his tail was once again squeezed and a low growl filled the room.

“Master!”

Goku drew in a shuddering breath when Buroli gave a satisfied grunt and dropped his tail. It took all his strength to keep the appendage raised above him.

“Hmm... Now you look like a proper bitch... Now let’s see if you scream like one.”

And Goku did scream as he was torn open in one solid thrust of Buroli’s hips. He clawed at the mattress in an attempt to pull away, but the heavy body that draped over his back crushed him into the bed. He withered and gasped for air beneath the weight of the larger man while at the same time trying to tear away from the mouth that nibbled at his earlobe.

His struggles only drew an amused chuckle from Buroli, and the dominant Saiyajin drew back his hips only to bury himself once again within Goku’s heat. This time blood lubricated his path, and the smell of the crimson liquid only made his movements more frenzied and violent.

Goku cried out in pain each time his body was rocked forward by another thrust. He could feel the damage being done, both inside his body and his mind. Memories of his less than happy times with Vegeta came flooding back to him all at once, and suddenly his will to fight was gone.

“This is all you’re good for, third class. A good fuck. Back on our planet this is all you would have been used for, regardless of your power. Your class of people only existed to see to our pleasure and needs. Third classes were nothing but whores!”

Vegeta had been right! All his life he had been used. First by Bulma to find the Dragonballs, then by ChiChi to father children before she tossed him away, then by Vegeta as his personal plaything, and now by Buroli as a whore! If people weren’t using him they were treating him like dirt, like he was an idiot. They talked about him like he wasn’t there, like he couldn’t understand that they were insulting him, belittling him, laughing at him!

Goku buried his face in an attempt to muffle his screams and sobs. The man above him continued to thrust into him and he bit and licked at his neck and shoulders, drawing blood with his teeth. He could hear Buroli mumbling things between thrusts. He was calling him a slut, telling him what a good whore he made, that his body belonged to him, and that he’d kill him if he ever betrayed him.

Goku lifted his face from the sheets and eyed the pillow that lay above him. He glanced over his shoulder at the man above him. His eyes were closed as he pounded into him. Goku looked back at the pillow and slowly reached for it, struggling to push himself a little closer to it even as Buroli’s movements pressed him downward into the mattress. Finally his fingers brushed against it, and just as they did, a loud scream left Buroli’s throat.

As second later Goku felt the larger Saiyajin’s hot seed sear his insides, and he too screamed as the pain wracked his body. Just then the weight of the other man lifted off of him as Buroli arched with the pleasure of his climax. Ignoring the pain as best he could, Goku lunged forward and reached beneath the pillow, drawing out a kitchen knife he’d hidden there earlier. He knew he’d end up in this bed tonight, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to make his move.

The Earth-raised Saiyajin tightly gripped the handle of the knife as he spun around and slashed at the first glimpse of Buroli’s exposed throat. He grit his teeth as he felt the other man’s member leave his body, but before he could even draw his weapon back for another strike, the knife was batted out of his hand. Goku heard the loud clatter as the blade hit the floor and slid away, and he suddenly found himself on his back, nose to nose with a very enraged Saiyajin. He struggled to free his arms from the other’s grasp, but they were pinned heavily on either side of his head.

Goku’s heart hammered in his chest as he stared back at Buroli, whose hot breath hit his face every time he exhaled. Had he missed?

He suddenly felt something wet drip onto his own neck, and a second later Buroli coughed up blood, splattering Goku’s face with it. The smaller man shifted to the side as the grip on his wrists lessened, and he just managed to avoid being crushed again beneath the other as he collapsed and grasped at his own throat.

Goku watched with wide eyes as blood bubbled out from between Buroli’s fingers and dribbled from his lips. The larger Saiyajin’s equally wide eyes were fixed on him, an expression of disbelief, shock, and anger written across his face. The mortally wounded man’s struggles lessened as the sheets below him became more and more saturated with his life blood, and after several moments had passed, his body ceased to move at all.

Soon the only sound in the room was Goku’s harsh and ragged breathing. He slowly scooted away from the other’s body and off of the bed. The Saiyajin immediately fell to his knees when he hit the floor and he only managed to pull himself a few feet away from the bed before he collapsed onto his side and curled up. His own wounds still bled, creating a pool of standing blood around his body. The tattered remains of his clothes clung to his skin, sticking with the crimson liquid.

Goku’s eyes wearily gazed at the door and he wondered if Vegeta and the others were on the other side, trying to come up with a way to defeat Buroli and save him from this torture. A small smile tugged at his lips as his eyes fell closed. He’d already told them he’d planned to slash the man’s throat. They should know by now he never lied.

TBC

A/N - Sorry for the delay ^.^ Bad month for me. People are jerks. *nods*