Author:              Kiarene

Pairings:            Radditz/Vegeta

Warnings:            AU, more angst, guard abuse, non-consensual situations

Disclaimer:            Don’t own DBZ

Published:             14th August 2003

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Thanks to Lully for helping beta this!

 

‘…thoughts...’

~ …dream sequence… ~

 

 

Love Potion 4

 

 

Remove from water bath and holding the flask over a naked flame, carefully add one leaf of ephedra and one leaf of nux vomica. Add three more hairs of Saiyajin tail, preferably from the royal lineage for highest potency.

 

 

Radditz sighed as he palmed the door sensor, noting dully in passing that Vegeta had left. It was just as well; the young prince’s presence was driving him crazy. Entering his room, he toed off his boots and pulled off his shirt, dropping it carelessly on the floor before making his way to his bed to sit down tiredly. He had not been sleeping well and he thought of his dreams with a wry grimace.

 

Correction. He was perfectly capable of going crazy all by himself.

 

As if it wasn’t enough that he was unbearably tempted during the day, Vegeta had to haunt him at night too. Closing his eyes with a sigh as he hunched over, face sinking into his hands, he recalled a particularly exquisite dream. It had been different.

 

For once, he had dreamt that Vegeta had come to him.

 

~

 

“Vegeta…” he muttered as he shifted restlessly. He could almost smell the distinctive sweet musk of the prince, and taking a few deep breaths, he could have sworn that the scent was becoming stronger. The hairs on the back of his neck and tail prickled, and slowly he turned on his side.

 

The room was darkened, but he could easily see the faint outline of a familiar figure beside the bed. Radditz’ eyes widened, hardly daring to believe. Filled with a sudden panic, he reached out and pulled the lithe figure to him abruptly as if afraid he would vanish like a dream-wraith. To his delight, the gorgeous little male was no apparition but very warm, very real. 

 

He grinned as he wrapped another arm around the startled prince, his tail wandering with a life of its own. Kissing and cuddling the silky figure that fitted perfectly within his embrace, murmuring the other’s name happily, he had never felt so content.

 

In his dream, Vegeta had smiled up at him and melted within his embrace, arching up against him lustfully. In his dream, Vegeta had kissed him and told him what he longed desperately to hear. In his dream, they fitted perfectly, moving like familiar lovers.

 

~

 

He wrenched his mind back to the unwelcome present regretfully. But it was just a dream. A wistful yearning. Vegeta would never come to him.

 

Forget that night. It was never to have existed. He was a fool to have ever thought that he could just rid himself of his attraction like that. He had only made it worse.

 

It never happened.

 

Radditz’ eyes opened wearily, sadly. Perhaps if he kept repeating that to himself. Yet, if it never happened, he would not…

 

No! It. Never. Happened.

 

He gritted his teeth, getting his emotions and wayward thoughts under tenuous control. Picking up a small stack of data discs, he was rifling through his music collection for something to play when he heard the low tone that signaled an entry. His eyes flickered up in surprise, his heart caught for a moment as the male that had recently occupied his thoughts – again – strode in. “Vegeta-sama…”

 

His automatic salutation died away when he caught sight of the expression on Vegeta’s face. Harsh and thin-lipped, brows drawn and dark eyes smoldering dangerously.

 

‘Is he …angry?’

 

‘He’s …here. What’s he doing here?’

 

He froze, eyes wide and breath caught, as the royal stalked closer. And then Vegeta was right in front of him, standing so close that they were almost touching, so close that he almost forgot all but the figure in front of him.

 

‘Vegeta?’

 

When Vegeta placed light hands on his shoulders, he forgot all but the Saiyajin in front of him. When Vegeta placed an even lighter touch upon his lips, he forgot his previous reservations and discretions. That fragile control snapped. Without thinking, he returned the kiss eagerly, placing his hands on the slender hips to pull the other closer. A faint disconcerting thought nagged: why was Vegeta doing this? But he didn’t give a damn, refusing to let anything ruin the moment. He started purring unconsciously, losing himself in the kiss.

 

‘Vegeta…’ He was deliriously drowning in a simple kiss.

 

Only to be rudely shocked by a stinging slap. His eyes snapped open in shock, blinking in bewilderment. Distantly, he registered the tang of blood and absently raised his hand, feeling wetness on his chin. “Wha...?”

 

“Looking for something?” Vegeta stepped back with an angry snarl and hurled something at him. “This perhaps?”

 

Radditz looked down and blanched. The vial of aphrodisiac. How…? Shit.

 

“How could you?”

 

He was in such deep shit.

 

Radditz raised his head slowly, numbly, his mind whirling and chasing itself in circles. No, he didn’t mean for this to happen. Vegeta wasn’t supposed to find out like this; that night should have never taken place!

 

“Tell me!” A blow caught him on the side of his face and he twisted awkwardly to the side, landing on his knees and hands. But it did. And his worst fears were realized. His mind caught its tail.

 

“Answer me, kisama!” A painful grip yanked his hair back, forcing him to look up into the face he dreaded at that moment, blazing with fury and betrayal. He had no answer as he stared dully at the furious royal. And then he felt a sharp sting at the side of his throat, releasing something that burned like liquid fire, but Radditz welcomed the pain as he gladly slid into blissful unconsciousness. It distracted him from the pain in his chest: a tight, sorrowful agony that was so much worse.

 

~

 

Radditz was suspended in fuzzy cotton pain: a dull, pounding ache that pounded through his body. He floated with bemusement, looking at the swirls of crimson and black around him, and felt something intruding upon his awareness. He didn’t like it; whatever it was, it was pulling him away from the blissful limpness and he somehow knew it was safer to stay there than to face whatever would greet him when he woke up. The pain became more acute; a regular series of sharp hits on his face, and it dragged him away despite his stubborn efforts to cling to the nebulous fluff around him.

 

“Finally.”

 

Radditz blinked heavy eyes and tried to focus on the speaker, his body aching and cheeks stinging from the slaps. ‘Vegeta-sama…’

 

The prince he knew had always been cool and in control. The royal often came across as cold and rude to others because of his haughty and taciturn behavior, but he knew better; Vegeta was often socially uncomfortable around others, even to the point of being shy, because of his isolated upbringing.

 

But now, the expression of the prince that stood before him was cold, lips twisted in a harsh frown. His heart sank and Radditz suddenly felt fear. Tearing his eyes away, he looked down and realized the reason for his body’s discomfort.

 

He was naked and bound, on his knees, his arms and tail pulled behind him. They were still in his room, and he wasn’t sure how long he had been unconscious. He could feel the heavy metal bands locked around his wrists and the tip of his tail and knew what they were: magnetic cuffs often used for prisoners. The cuffs were held together by a powerful magnetic field that was not only stronger than an ordinary metal chain, but also had the curious additional property of disrupting ki within the magnetic field – should the prisoner attempt to power up.

 

These cuffs could only be released by an electronic control device and would slam back together with the touch of the same control; this made it safer for the jailor around more dangerous prisoners. Another set of cuffs was fastened around his ankles, but his ankles were not locked together. Instead, the magnetic polarity was reversed and the cuffs were now forcing his legs apart: another common technique used to deal with prisoners. It was tiring, humiliating, and left the prisoner in an extremely vulnerable position. 

 

Radditz was painfully aware of that fact.

 

Kneeling with his legs splayed apart, his limbs all but useless, without even the cover of some clothing to maintain some semblance of dignity, he felt exposed and horribly helpless. Shifting his knees slightly with a grunt, he moved his thighs wider apart to relieve the unnatural strain of the awkward angles. 

 

“Why?” Vegeta stood in front of him, his arms crossed across his chest. “Look at me when I speak, asshole.”

 

“I.. because..” Radditz raised his head, trying to find the words that would explain his actions without making it seem worse than it really was. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “…because I really …like you…”

 

‘Simply brilliant, baka!’ He berated himself.

 

“You like me and this is how you show it?” Vegeta’s icy expression cracked into anger and disbelief and betrayal. Radditz flinched.

 

“Tell me, what is it you like about me? My body?” Stepping back, Vegeta drew his top over his head and flung it away, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

 

“N..no…”

 

“Look your fill, Radditz,” Vegeta continued, stepping out of his boots and peeling off his pants. The furious prince, face flushed with anger, held himself upright as he spread his arms and turned around slowly. His tail weaved behind him, fluffed and musking the air heavily with its own potent drug. “Like what you see? This is what you want?”

 

“Don’t do this Vegeta-sama,” Radditz begged, horrified yet drawn to the slim figure before him.

 

“Or maybe it’s not my body you want,” Vegeta looked over his shoulder as he stood, half-facing away from Radditz, “but rather the thrill of fucking a virgin ass.“  He fluttered his lashes coquettishly as he ran a hand sensually up along his thigh and over the curve of a slender hip, though there was nothing innocent in that glare, which glinted with the promise of hellish retribution.

 

“Oh wait! Virgin ass is easy and relatively cheap to get outside. There’s always a kid on the streets who wants more out of life and isn’t hesitant about selling himself to buy that. But virgin royal ass on the other hand…” Vegeta turned again, twisting his body sinuously as he ran long-fingered hands over his body, his tail lifted high in a gesture meant to entice and invite. His tone was mocking and sarcastic, hard obsidian eyes on Radditz though his attention appeared to be turned inwards.

 

“Vegeta-sama…please don’t… Vegeta, please, I’m sorry… ”

 

The enraged prince did not appear to hear Radditz’ hoarse pleas as he stepped closer to the kneeling guard. “Tell me. Was it good? Was it any different from any young whore you can find in the clubs?”

 

“You’re not…”

 

He knelt down as well, draping lithe arms over Radditz’ broad shoulders as he husked. “Was I any good?” He nuzzled the older Saiyajin’s cheek in a mock-affectionate gesture, hot tongue darting out to lick at the drops of sweat that had beaded along his captive’s brow and jaw.

 

“Tell me, for I wouldn’t know, would I? I was drugged,” Vegeta snarled and gave a sudden vicious nip, drawing thin parallel lines of welling crimson on the guard’s jaw. Radditz released a startled gasp, but strangely, he welcomed the pain. It was a terribly small absolution for his guilt, but anything was better than Vegeta’s bitter and depreciating striptease.

 

Vegeta continued down his neck: small, painful bites that were just hard enough to break the skin. Occasionally, the now-silent prince would pause to lap at the blood that presently dripped in thin rivulets down along his collarbones and chest, threading and mixing with the sweat. One small hand gripped his shoulders, the other moving down to ghost lightly over his chest. 

 

Radditz was breathing heavily now; hard and turned on by the combination of the sexy royal’s close presence, sharp pain and sensual licking, and he was appalled at himself. Vegeta was obviously hurting and angry, and all he could think of was how erotic all this was? He was such a sick bastard.

 

“Oh god, Vegeta… Please don’t do this, I beg you. This is not you…”

 

“But you like this, don’t you? You’re getting off on this.” A muscled thigh pressed against his erection and Radditz bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, closing his eyes in an attempt to regain some control, but it only served to heighten the sensations that flitted over his body. He felt Vegeta slip behind him, wrapping slim arms around his waist. “Do I please you? Did I please you that night? Was it the only night, or was it the only night you slipped up and I remembered

something?”

 

“No, no, that was the only time I swear.” Radditz could barely concentrate on what he was saying. Remorse and sick desire roiled within him, but foremost was the feeling of shame and horror that he had done this to the young prince he loved.  “Vegeta-sama, kill me if you wish. I know what I did was a travesty and I deserve whatever you do to me, but please do not do this to yourself.”

 

“Lover—” Radditz shivered at the honeyed tone “—do you like this?” Hands cupped his backside, fingers trailing suggestively along his cleft. “Do you want this?” 

 

‘No!’ Radditz screamed mentally, but his traitorous body wouldn’t obey; he couldn’t say anything and he was even more aroused. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Vegeta reach for a dark glass bottle.

 

Slender arms still around him, he looked down dazedly as Vegeta opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount of oil onto his left hand. The oil was fragrant and very spicy, the scent tickling at a memory. ‘Where…?’

 

And then he hissed and stiffened as Vegeta wrapped his oil-coated hand around his erection, tears springing to the corners of his eyes. ‘Shit! It burns!’ Abruptly, he recognized the oil; it was his deep-heat muscle relaxant, made up of various spicy oils and used to relax tight muscles after training. On tired muscles and callused skin, it was spicily warm and soothing, but on sensitive membranes, it burned!

 

“What’s wrong, Radditz? Don’t you like this? I hear peppermint is an aphrodisiac,” Vegeta murmured as he continued stroking, holding up the bottle with his other hand to look at the ingredients printed on the side. But Radditz couldn’t answer; his breaths were coming in short, pained gasps, toes curling and digging into the floor below.

 

Vegeta placed the bottle down and reached for something else. “And just to prolong your pleasure, I got this especially for you as well.”

 

Radditz barely felt the sting as Vegeta pressed a thin disc to his abdomen, the pain around his erection overwhelming everything else, but he definitely felt the liquid fire that singed his veins as the drug was released. His world was a red haze of burning agony and he squirmed uncomfortably, but he couldn’t move much in his restraints. After what seemed like a very long time, the sensations lessened to a more bearable level, and he blinked teary eyes and looked down ‘…I’m still hard after all that?’

 

He must have voiced it aloud in his bemused befuddlement, for a soft baritone answered him. “Ah, that would be because of the extra …gift I got for you. This little disc –“ Radditz then noticed the black metallic piece on his abdomen just above the base of his cock “—releases a nice compound that maintains your erection. Very popular for guys who can’t perform. Incidentally, it also prevents you from climaxing until I remove it.”

 

Radditz shivered again at the hard, dangerous tone and recognized it; the prince was furious and out for nothing less than total revenge. He heard a soft beep as Vegeta adjusted a setting on his ankle cuffs and winced as the field intensity increased, forcing his legs further apart. Seeing Vegeta reach for the bottle of oil again, he shuddered and closed his eyes, not sure if he would be able to handle another round.

 

To his horror, he felt a finger trail down from the base of his tail, and he screamed in pain and shock as the oil-slicked finger slipped into his entrance. His back arched in a taut bow and he screwed his eyes shut tightly against the burning pain. Another finger slid in and he danced in agonized pleasure around the digits impaling him as they probed and found his prostate. “Oh god! Ve..geta! Ohhh!!”

 

A hand cupped his face and turned his head around, and a gentle mouth kissed away the salty liquid that ran down his face.

 

“Vegeta, please please, oh gods, please…” He knew not what he was pleading brokenly for; for surcease, for more, for less, for relief? He wanted and he hurt and he shamed. He couldn’t think anymore; he could only feel. Those fingers writhed and moved within him, rubbing mercilessly against that small spongy gland. And it felt good and it felt painful, and he felt horrible that he could even feel pleasure despite the overwhelming guilt.

 

Vegeta withdrew his fingers and backed away, and Radditz nearly wept from the loss and relief.  “Stay tight, love. I’ll be back soon.”  

 

Radditz panted, muscles trembling violently, his head and tail limp. He felt hot everywhere, a physical burn deep within him and around him that spread, and was so hot that he thought he would die of it. His knees ached from kneeling and his muscles ached from the strain of his awkward position. Droplets of sweat trickled down his body, his neck, and chest and back, stinging lightly as it ran over the broken skin on his neck and collarbones and burning as the salty liquid contacted his oiled cock and entrance.

 

But he let it, welcoming the slight burn even. It was what his prince wanted.

 

Hearing the door to his room hiss open again, he looked up. Vegeta entered, sipping from a glass of iced water. His earlier sardonic, angry expression was gone, replaced by a cold mask again, though he carefully kept his gaze lowered as he crossed over to the guard’s side. Kneeling down in front of him, the royal placed the glass down and reached into it for an ice-cube. “Radditz.”

 

He placed the ice on the older Saiyajin’s abdomen, whispering cruelly as he moved the ice-cube down until it stopped at the base of his straining erection. “You look hot.”

 

“Ve..geta…” Radditz stuttered, tensing with dread as he felt the ice halt, his cock twitching. Then the cube slid further down and he stiffened even more as the melting ice pressed again his painfully puckered entrance.

 

“Shall I stop, Radditz? Do you want this?”

 

The tall guard closed his eyes. He was tempted to object, but knew he had no right. “…Yes.” A small, defeated, hoarse whisper. He deserved it.

 

Vegeta leaned forward and pressed against him, arms wrapping around him tightly, and then the ice was gently pushed in.

 

Radditz’ eyes flared wide as he screamed, his legs trying desperately to jerk together. Oh gods! It was so cold! He had thought nothing could be worse than that spicy oil, but this! It was so cold that it burned! He writhed and shuddered uncontrollably, straining against the raw burn within him and the bonds that held him.

 

‘But I deserved it…. I deserved this!’

 

It seared and yet it was also oddly pleasurable. Perhaps it was the drug that kept him high and hard, perhaps it was just him; perhaps he had not known that he could get off on this type of erotic torture. His groin throbbed as his hips rocked subconsciously, pearlescent fluid dribbling down an unsatisfied erection, dignity forgotten as he whimpered and arched and begged. He was so close he could weep with the frustration, balancing on the knife-edge of relief, precarious and sharp and painful.

 

When the ice had melted and Radditz finally opened his eyes again, blood-shot from the tears that still speckled his lashes and dried on his cheeks, he was trembling in exhaustion. He still hurt and he still ached for release, but the initial unbearable icily biting flames had worn down to a thudding, slow, almost delightful burn.

 

And immediately, he realized that something was wrong.

 

Vegeta was still kneeling in front of him, rigid and white-lipped, anguished eyes wide open but not focused on him. His lips were moving slightly, and Radditz could just make out the faint, broken whisper. “Why? Why?”

 

“Vegeta-sama?” His throat was dry and raspy, and his concerned question came out harsher than he intended.

 

Vegeta looked at him. “Why did you do it, Radditz? I trusted you!”

 

Radditz recoiled and lowered his stare to the floor, ashamed to see the hurt he had caused to the one he loved. “I.. I didn’t think you could ever want me. I didn’t think I was worthy! It was not meant to be just another conquest; I love you!”

 

“Right. And you say that to every one of your lovers until the next one comes along.” Vegeta gave a disbelieving snort. “I may be naïve but my senses are not dulled. I know what you do when you go out at night.”

 

“They don’t mean anything, I mean I was trying to distract myself from you! I love you!” Radditz shook his head wildly, aware of how lame his excuses sounded as he pled hoarsely. Swallowing hard, he trailed off, “I only… I only wanted one night. I was obsessed with you and I didn’t think and I was wrong…”

 

“You were my… I thought I could...” Suddenly, Vegeta slumped down, his righteous anger visibly bleeding out as he muttered brokenly in confusion, “Why does it still hurt? So I thought if I …got my revenge, it would stop…… But it didn’t. Initially, it felt good when I hit you, when I hurt you, and I wanted more... But when you screamed, I… I… “

 

“I deserved it,” Radditz stated bitterly.

 

“I thought you did, but…” The teenage prince drew deep uneven breaths, raising a shaking hand to tip Radditz’ chin up and pushing back heavy, sweat-soaked bangs from his longhaired guard’s face. Searching onyx eyes bore into guilt-ridden ones, confused and angry and grieving. “I can’t… I hate you! You betrayed me, you bastard and I wanted revenge, and I wanted you to feel the hurt I did…”

 

Slowly, Vegeta leaned forward, his voice cracking despondently as his grip tightened around handfuls of thick hair.

 

“I wanted to hate you but I can’t. Radditz, you bastard…”  

 

And pressed his lips against his startled captive’s.

 

Radditz drew in a startled breath, jumbled thoughts churning sluggishly, but somehow he managed to latch onto the most important line. ‘Vegeta… doesn’t hate me?’ Dimly, he felt fingers fumbling on his abdomen, and he felt something fall off. Then his questions fled as those fingers wrapped around his erection, still painful and raw and neglected, and he arched back with a guttural groan.

 

Vegeta’s touch, the feel of silky-cool skin on his heated length, and the fact that it was Vegeta who was touching him, firmly stroking him, was beyond wonderful! Radditz couldn’t hold out for long; he didn’t want to hold out for long and he quickly climaxed with a shivering moan of sheer pleasure, his relief hard and so intense that he saw white sparks across his vision.

 

‘Vegeta doesn’t hate me…’

 

As he slumped forward, he felt strong arms catch him. He heard a few soft beeps and felt the heavy manacles that bound him fall off. “Thank you,” Radditz breathed as he quickly brought his tired arms up around Vegeta desperately.

 

His prince was terribly angry and hurt, but in the end, something had held him back. Vegeta had admitted that he didn’t hate him; he held onto that hope desperately. Maybe everything would turn out all right, maybe Vegeta had…would forgive him. Maybe he could have a chance to repair the damage he had so stupidly caused….

 

To his confusion, Vegeta pulled his arms away and pushed him firmly to sit down on the floor. Scared, Radditz opened his mouth to question but Vegeta shook his head and looked at him sadly. “Don’t.” His expression became distant as he pulled away.

 

“Just …don’t.”

 

“But I thought…?”

 

“Don’t presume. You have no right,” Vegeta said tiredly, standing up and stepping away from him, his tail wrapping neatly around his waist again.

 

Radditz felt worried as the younger Saiyajin stood there staring at him, yet not seeming to focus on him, his hands clenched tightly. “Vegeta?” he ventured timidly.

 

“Radditz, I can’t …forgive. I cannot afford to have a bodyguard whom I can’t trust,” Vegeta finally replied, his tone stiff and detached. “You’re dismissed.”

 

‘What? No!’ Radditz was shattered. He remained seated and speechless in shock, dazed eyes following the prince’s bared back as he walked toward the door.

 

“I will probably take about a week to find a replacement.” Vegeta did not even look back at him as he opened the door. “…I want you gone in a week.”

 

‘No!’

 

 

Tbc…

 

 

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