The bar was dark, musty, and crowded.
It was just his kind of place.
Raditz watched the other patrons lazily, sipping at his drink. It wasn't strong liquor, but he had already knocked back quite a few of them—four, to be exact, and working on his fifth.
The alpha wondered if he would be able to get any tonight. There were a few that fit his type here, but none of them were Saiyan.
Of course not.
Most Saiyans thought higher of themselves. Too highly, if you asked Raditz. He didn't give one fuck about what the others thought. He was just a lowly-third class, his father third-class, all his ancestors third-class. It didn't matter what he did, where he spent his time, who he associated with. Not really.
He supposed that working for Frieza was the last straw for his Saiyan brethren, even though he was technically under the Prince's command. Many Saiyans considered working under Frieza to be beneath them, even though they regularly took on jobs as mercenaries. Even his father worked for Frieza sometimes, and Bardock was possibly one of the best loved warriors of all time. Too bad that popularity didn't carry over to his son.
But…it also didn't help that his missions with the Prince under Frieza's orders were…less than reputable. In fact, he had just finished carrying out a particularly dark mission, one that involved not only the slaughter of this species' warriors, but the females and cubs as well. It was these kinds of missions that left a bad taste in his mouth. Oh, he did them, and he might even enjoy the temporary display of power, but the aftermath…Most Saiyans were fine with a little massacre here and there, but genocide…
Raditz cursed, downing the rest of the drink, pushing away the disturbing thoughts and debating about whether he should leave or stay and try to find a partner for the night. It was then that the door creaked open, and a subtle sweet scent drifted into the bar. He recognized it immediately, the smell reminding him of home, and he felt a sudden stab of homesickness. A beta? In heat? Here, of all places?!
He looked up sharply, eyes locking onto the beta Saiyan's form. He was a taller, darker-skinned male, with spiky black hair almost exactly like Bardock's. Must be third-class, then. It was then that he noticed the tattoo under the other's right eye—criminal. It wasn't often that Saiyans were branded. The royals were usually pretty lax in criminal punishments, knowing the nature of Saiyans caused them to do all kinds of things. But a brand? That could mean only a few things.
Murder: granted, accidents did happen, but cold-blooded murder was highly illegal and deserving of exile and branding.
Striking royalty: royals were pricks most of the time. If you happened to piss one off, then you were most likely screwed. Even in self-defense, it was a high crime to strike a royal outside of a sparring, mating, or ritual context.
Traitors: probably the worst crime a Saiyan could commit would be one against their own race. There was no redemption for betrayers, and betrayal included several things: deserting, spies, turncoats, selling Saiyan slaves, selling information to enemies, selling arms to enemies—the list went on and on.
"Hey." A husky voice growled, nearer than he had expected and closer than he would have liked. His head snapped up, blinking as the beta leaned in closer. "You've been staring for a long time. I'm guessing you want to fuck, right?" Raditz flushed and leaned away, the sickly-sweet scent emanating from the beta driving his instincts crazy. Of course, he wanted to fuck. He was pretty sure half the people in this bar wanted to fuck the beta. He glanced around, noticing the looks the others were giving them, half glares and half interested.
"Um-I—" he stammered, suddenly wishing that he hadn't had that last drink. He couldn't think straight, not with all the alcohol and the heat scent, and oh gods, was he going into rut? He felt a heat under his skin, only enhanced by the liquor, and suddenly his mouth felt too dry. He'd gone into rut before, when he had just barely presented, but he thought that he would have had more control of himself by now. Too bad instincts didn't work like that.
The beta narrowed his eyes at the hesitation, growling softly. "Or are you turned off by someone like me?" the beta smirked, tapping at his brand. "I don't seem to get many interested alphas, not once they know about this." He slipped into the seat next to Raditz but maneuvered so that he was practically in the other's lap, and pressed a muscled leg against the alpha. "Oh?" he licked his lips. "It seems that your body wants me, at least."
Raditz gasped, feeling the beta rub against him, the friction driving him crazy. His hands moved to the other's waist, pulling him closer. This is definitely rut. The beta let out a soft purr, pressing into the other male, and Raditz gasped as he grinded down on his cock. He tilted his head, his nose brushing against the other's neck, fangs scraping against the skin there, before being shoved back against the seat. He blinked, confusion overtaking his features as the beta snarled at him.
"I don't think so, buddy." The beta growled, eyes dark. "I'm not looking for a mate, just a fuck. One and done. You got me?" he dug his claws into the alpha's wrists, and Raditz winced, nodding quickly. "Alright, so if we're clear on that then, let's go." He stood and pulled Raditz up with him, and the alpha stumbled out of the bar, tail curling and uncurling in excitement. The beta pulled him to an inn he didn't recognize and lead him up the stairs. As soon as the door shut he was on top of Raditz, tugging at his armor impatiently. The alpha smirked and removed his armor as the other did the same. "Name's Turles, by the way." Raditz paused, stepping out of the under armor slowly. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. "Yours?" the beta prompted, stepping closer to him.
"Raditz." He murmured, taking in the other's naked figure. The beta, Turles, was well-built. Slender but not skinny, muscled but not burly. The burning sensation had only intensified, and he needed him, now. He didn't understand how anyone ever resisted rut, the only thing he wanted right now was that body entangled with his own. He shook off the last bit of clothing and blushed as the beta whistled in appreciation.
"Damn you look good." Turles purred, moving even closer, tail swaying from side-to-side, the sweet scent of heat filling the room. Raditz stumbled back against the door, suddenly aware of the predatory look in the other's eyes. "I want to suck you," he whispered, dropping to his knees, and taking the alpha in hand. Raditz tensed, watching with bated breath as the beta flicked his tongue out, slowly licking a stripe up his dick, from the head to the base, never breaking eye contact. He gasped, hands clutching at the wall behind him, fighting to stay upright. Turles chuckled and reached up, grasping Raditz's left hand and guiding it to his hair. "I like it rough." He rasped, before wrapping his lips around the alpha's erection. Raditz moaned, head thrown back as the beta sucked and lapped at his cock. His gripped Turles' hair tightly, his other hand soon entangling itself in the black locks. He felt himself getting close and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into the beta's mouth. Turles purred, the vibrations pushing Raditz over the edge, and he came down the beta's throat with a grunt, holding him firmly in place as he rocked through the orgasm.
Turles sat back on his knees, wiping at the corner of his mouth. "You must've not gotten laid in a while, huh?" The alpha turned bright red and the other just smirked, getting to his feet, and pulling Raditz towards him. He leaned up and captured Raditz's lips with his own, and the alpha tasted himself on the other's tongue. When they broke away for air, Turles grinned, rubbing himself against Raditz's semi-hard cock. "So eager." He teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope you can make my time worthwhile, big guy."
Raditz growled softly, pushing the beta onto the bed and shoving a knee between his legs, spreading them. "I'm the eager one?" he mumbled into the beta's skin, tongue lapping at his abs. "I'm not the one who asked a stranger to fuck me."
Turles huffed, arching underneath him. "You-you alphas don't know what it's like." His hands clawed at Raditz's back, sharp nails piercing the skin. "Your rut may be uncomfortable and make you want to fuck but it only happens to you if you're unmated and there's an unmated partner in heat nearby—" he pushed the alpha off of him, taking his chin in hand and staring him in the eyes. "Heat hits every us 6 months or so, like fucking clockwork. And makes us go insane with lust. And it fucking hurts." He grabbed at Raditz's hand, pushing it onto his cock. "Have you ever spent a week where you were so horny that it made you too sick to eat? No? I didn't think so." He thrust up into Raditz's hand, moaning softly. "So please, tell me that you could have resisted such a masterpiece like yourself in my condition."
Raditz blinked at the unexpected compliment, jerking the dick in his hand and slipping his other hand to press his fingers against the beta's leaking hole. Turles whined and pushed against Raditz's fingers, moaning as they slowly eased inside. "Oh gods," the alpha whispered, "you're so-so tight." He could only imagine what it would feel like on his cock, that heat, that pressure. He scissored him open as slowly as he could manage, feeling himself get hard again at the thought of fucking the other long and hard and deep.
"'Course I'm tight," Turles gasped, hands settling on Raditz's shoulders. "I ain't never shared my heat before." Raditz froze, looking up. His expression must have asked the question for him, because Turles shook his head. "I've had sex before, stupid. Just never shared my heat because no alphas would ever—" he cried out as Raditz curled his fingers inside him. Turles lay there, panting as Raditz finger-fucked him, before tensing up and pulling away. "Stop, I-I don't want to come until you're inside," he panted, shifting away from the alpha. He pushed at the other gently, and Raditz stepped back, eyes wide as Turles kneeled on the bed. The beta reached around behind him and grasped his cheeks, pulling them apart and offering Raditz a full view of his leaking hole. The alpha made a strangled noise deep in his throat, as his cock twitched and pulsed at the mere sight of the beta offering himself up. He licked his lips and stepped forward, hands grabbing onto Turles' waist. "Well?" the beta huffed, glancing over his shoulder. "Aren't you going to—Ah!"
Raditz lapped at the hole, tongue flicking against the entrance and then pushing in, tasting all that the beta had to offer. Turles moaned and curled his fingers into the sheets, leaning back into the alpha's warm touch. "No, ah, please—" he whined, burying his face in the fabric. "Want-want you—ah!" the beta stiffened, cum splattering his chest, tail waving wildly. After riding out the orgasm, Turles turned, half sitting up and glaring at the alpha.
"What?" Raditz smirked and leaned back, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly. "It was only fair. You made me come so I made you—" the lips pressing against his shut him up, and he grinned as he felt the beta press against him, his cock apparently ready to go again. The beta pulled away and laid back on the bed, hooking his arms under his knees and spreading himself wide.
"This time, I want your cock." Turles growled, eyes dark. "I won't ask again." Raditz nodded slowly, leaning over the beta, and easing his cock into the beta's hole. They both hissed at the connection, and Turles arched underneath him, hips snapping forward. "Gods," he panted, "I never thought it would be like this." Raditz nodded, not trusting himself to speak, as he shifted his hips forward slightly. "Oh fucking fuck me fuck," the beta moaned, his hands grabbing onto the alpha's arms and squeezing. "Just fucking move already, Radi, I can't take much more—"
The alpha purred slightly at the nickname, feeling his chest tighten slightly as he began to move. The warm heat around his cock was nothing like he'd ever felt before. So, this is why we go into rut. He thrust faster, pounding into the man below him and baring his fangs slightly. "Turles," he gasped, pulling one of the beta's knees over his shoulder and thrust into him, harder and faster. The new angle must have been good, for the beta stiffened, moaning loudly and tightening around him. Raditz growled, leaning over the beta and fucked him harder, feeling his own orgasm coming upon him. He nuzzled into Turles' neck, breathing in the sweet scent, licking at the skin there. "No, wait—" he barley heard Turles' plea and before he knew it, he was biting down, shooting his load inside the beta. As his hips slowly finished their jerking, he lapped slowly at the wound before he was roughly shoved away, off the bed and onto the floor.
Raditz blinked, as he was suddenly blinded by the energy crackling in front of him. "What. The. Fuck." Turles snarled, pressing a hand to his neck and staring wide-eyed at Raditz. The alpha blinked, confused, before he registered the scent of blood and the awkward way the beta was holding himself, one hand pressed to his neck and the other sparking with dangerous energy. The realization of what had happened hit him like a blow. "What the fuck have you done?!" he cried, baring his fangs.
"I-I didn't" he stammered, reaching out to try and comfort the other, his scent releasing calming pheromones. "It just happened—"
"Get out." The beta growled, turning away. Raditz blinked, heart twisting painfully. I didn't mean for this to happen. When the alpha didn't move, Turles snarled, directing the blast at the space besides Raditz's head. "GET OUT!"
He scrambled for his clothes as another blast was shot in his direction, singing the fur on his tail. He grabbed his under-suit, leaving the armor behind and hurrying out the door. He dressed in the hall, stomach sinking as he heard the heart-wrenching sobs coming from behind the door. His stomach twisted in shame, and his tail hung limply behind him. Raditz stumbled out of the inn, making his way back to the bar and ordering another drink, and another, and another, and another.
He had to fix this, somehow.
He had to fix it.
He had to.