Day 6 Part 1

"Please...enough..." Vegeta presses his hands against Klause's chest trying to stop him.

Vegeta's arms are yanked up and his hands are roughly held together, he forgot the most important rule, no touching.

"You're still breaking rules, Kätzchen." Klause growls against his lips, he slaps Vegeta for the fifth time when he tries to kiss him.

Tears surface and roll out of Vegeta's tired eyes and sink into the mattress, wave after wave of pleasure slam right into him, he keeps his legs spread wide not touching Klause, the only skin contact was when his hips and pelvis met with his ass, his gaze ran over Jörg's chest he wanted to touch his scars and lick the sweat from his neck, he was forbidden to make a sound so he kept biting into his lips as he clenched and arched like a wild animal, like many times last night to this morning he coated his chest and stomach, an unintentional scream escapes when Klause's cock rammed into his prostate, the sensitivity was painfully blissful.

"Klause please, stop!"

Klause slams into him painfully and arches forward, his mouth falls, sweat dripped off his chin as he filled Vegeta's insides with his hot essence. Pulling out he pushes his blond hair back, his muscles flexing with every movement, after so long Vegeta was actually enjoying this kind of torture, the pain they inflected on his body was arousing.

"You broke two rules, Vegeta." Jörg's hot breath tickles bright red nipples

"Jörg, let me rest, please, ah, agn, ahh, i-it hurts...ah, don't stop"

Jörg's teeth sink into his skin, blood starts to ink the white sheets again, the pain made Vegeta's new erection press against Jörg's pelvis, the German's musky scent sent hot swirls to his ballsac.

Vegeta grunts when his legs are pulled up to his face, his wrists tied to his ankles making him wince in pain, Jörg's bronzed wide body emerges darkly. Both brothers force themselves into him making him cry out in raw pain, he begged as both stretched and pulled his insides, thin lines of blood ran down his curved back, soon he went numb until they finished mixing their cum with his blood, the pain of being curled for so long eased away when his ankles and wrists were released letting his body fall onto the dirty bed.

Vegeta whimpers when the mouth of the cold pistol presses against his forehead, what was going to happen next?

"Vegeta open your eyes and look at me."

He obeys and opens his eyes, both Jörg and Klause stared down at him, their chests moving slowly to every breath, their skin sticky from the sweat, his blood was on their hips and thighs, he tries not to let his tears fall, he was so tired and he didn't have much energy to try to be strong, Klause pushes Vegeta's hair away from his face and leans to his ear, whispering soothing coos in his foreign tongue, calming Vegeta down while Jörg dressed, it was finally over.

"My bruder has offer for you." Klause climbs off the bed and grabs his clothes.

"O-offer?"

Jörg tucks his pistol back into his pants and covers it with his wine colored shirt, a scowl making him look troubled.

"Vegeta, come with me."

"What?" Vegeta feels light headed all of the sudden, the sedate was still in his system.

"Come. With me." Jörg sits in front of him holding Vegeta's cheek with his rough hand "come with me, back to Germany."

"B-But..."

"You can have anything you want, Kätzchen, our home will be your home, our servants will be yours, you want to buy clothes, car, jewelry, I pay, you want to eat in fancy restaurant, I pay, all you have to do is stay with me and do as I say."

Vegeta actually considered in screaming yes, he wanted his freedom back, but then he remembered his father, in two days the man would be waiting for his call, he smiles and shakes his head declining the offer.

"I belong here. I can't leave, thank you, also I don't stay around that much and I'm not the one to be dominated." He lied about that part, since he was Mr. Son's toy.

"Very well."

After one last look at the young beauty, both brothers walk out of Vegeta's life, they meet face to face with Frieza, the tyrant smiles up at them knowing they enjoyed their payment, Jörg takes the lead and walks up front of his brother while Klause walks side by side with Frieza.

"So did you enjoy yourself?"

"Much, it was deliciously satisfying."

"I'm glad you liked it."

Klause turns to the Glacies and gives them his typical smirk before tilting his head in goodbye.

"Wir kommen wieder." We'll come back.

Tired, defeated, troubled and furious with himself, Kakarot Son fell over red silk sheets, slowing sinking into the mattress, why couldn't he find Vegeta, how long has it been?

"Master, you have a guest."

"Tell them to leave and come back another day." Kakarot mumbles

"But he said it is important."

"...let him in, but tell him to make it quick...also you're not doing a good job on finding that boy 16, what do you need? Motivation? Some oil?"

"I'm trying, Master, forgive me."

"Leave." He waves his hand shooing him out his room.

Kakarot sighs and feels his muscles relax finally, who could it be? Why couldn't they just leave him be? A slight kick to his shin makes his eyes blink down to meet with the face of his young brother.

"Pesce." Fish angry eyes look down at him, the well dressed young man was a younger version of Mr. Son, his hair and eyes were black and they held what seemed to be, the urge to vaporize Mr. Son.

"Gohan?" Kakarot sits up slowly.

"Hn." The boy moves around the apartment unamused with his surroundings.

"Cosa stai facendo qui?" what are you doing here?

"É passato un po 'di tempo." It's been a while.

The calm music of Opera quickly reminding him of his childhood back in Venice, when his friends and himself went swimming, the old challenges to swim from his house to Piazza San Marco, none of his friends ever made it except for him, he was an excellent swimmer like his grandfather and known between the young fellas as Pesce Ragazzo "Fish Boy."

"Mi piace stare da solo." I like to be alone. Kakarot rolls his eyes and stands grabbing a glass and ice, he pours whiskey and eyes the young man.

"Madre é matala." Mom is sick.

The glass stops from meeting with Kakarot's lips and it slowly lowers back to the table, clearing his throat he turns around and glares at his baby brother.

"Perc-" Gohan interrupts his question.

"Lei ha un paio di settimane." She has a couple of weeks.

"Perché non mi hai chimato?!" why did you never call me?!

"Ho provato, non hai mai rispoto." I tried, you never answered. Gohan calmly sits down on his brother's bed

"Bastardo." Bastard.

"Brother, my dear brother, don't act like you suddenly care about mama."

"I do care Gohan, she's my mother, I think about her everyday."

"Liar...you fucking liar. If you cared about her you would call her! But you are always too busy with those sluts to care about your blood! Deny it, deny it in front of your brother!"

Kakarot pins his brother under his weight, holding his arms up and straddling his stomach, he covered his mouth with his hand and squeezed roughly making Gohan whimper, realization hits him and he lets go of his baby brother feeling guilty, some would say that they had a sexual attraction, for them it was normal to get this close, feel their breath tickling each other, the guilty feeling of a strongly forbidden blood lust.

"I deny it. Deny all of it...I care about you, about mama and papa too." He kisses his brother's forehead feeling him relax.

"Get off me, you unforgiving bastard." Gohan growls

"I won't unless you forgive me." His same old smirk comes back to his lips.

"I don't want to forgive you!" He huffs feeling tears threatening to fall, staring at the ceiling has always helped him to push them back, he tugs on Kakarot's shirt to get him off, his words come out strong but the feeling could never be real "I fucking hate you!"

"No you don't, you love me, say you love me, that way that causes me to shiver each time you pronounce it."

Kakarot closes the gap between their lips and drags them down to his brother's bronzed chest, his tongue tastes that special flavor of him, he massages the hard member that was caged by jeans, he smirks up at Gohan making him frown deeply and growl.

"Kakaroto I am not one of your many games the ones you always have win in, I won't give in to you."

"Then if I suck your cock? Will you give in?" Kakarot kisses Gohan's cleanly shaven pelvis feeling him shift under his hot breath "say you'll forgive your big brother."

Gohan looks away, his brother was a brutal beast that lured those who had a weak soul, trapping them forever, Kakarot always has been the type to be possessive, he had specific people who were his, him included, he belonged to his brother and anyone who ever wanted him would get the same answer from Kakarot: Hell no.

He wanted obedience from him but he wasn't going to get it, Gohan wasn't going to give in, Kakarot hooks his fingers inside the fabric and pulls down running his tongue along the hot meat of Gohan's member making him moan and stroke his bright blue hair.

"Ti amo." I love you a breathless whisper escapes Gohan's lips.