Game

"Now that is tasty!"
       Peretsu was staring, eyes wide, all but licking his lips. Liipa twisted to see what had attracted his partner's attention.
       And gaped. Tasty was hardly the word...
       The youngster stood just inside the door of the mess hall, looking around self-consciously, obviously in unfamiliar territory. Tall, a little gangly but with the promise of strength to come, an extraordinary mane of thick black hair cascading down his back to his knees - and that face! High cheekbones, large eyes... prettier than a lot of females. Certainly prettier than any of the - admittedly few - females in the mess hall.
       The noise in the hall faded as, one by one, heads turned in his direction. The delicate face reddened - but the youth was obviously used to this sort of attention: fixing a scowl on his face, he strode through the crowd to the serving hatch, ignoring the ribald comments floating behind him.
       Peretsu grinned, slapped Liipa on the shoulder with a muttered, "My turn!" and moved purposefully towards the young recruit, intercepting him as he turned from the hatch with a full platter in one hand and a beaker in the other. Liipa watched as his partner spoke with the newcomer: the youngster frowned dubiously, but allowed the older Saiyan to lead him to their table.
       "Liipa - this is Radittsu."
       Liipa waved a hand lazily. "Welcome. You're new, right? Been here long?"
       Radittsu nodded warily, then inclined his head, frowning slightly. "Three days."
       "So you don't know many people here yet?"
       "No."
       Peretsu and Liipa exchanged a glance.
       *Better and better - he won't have heard of us...*
       "Which company are you in?"
       The youngster hesitated, then shrugged.
       "Haven't been told, yet."
       Liipa raised a heavy eyebrow. Well, it was unusual, but not unheard of. Presumably the commander was waiting to see how he shaped up, first. He grinned.
       "They going easy on you?"
       Radittsu gave a wry smirk.
       "Depends on your definition of 'easy'..."
       Peretsu chuckled and slapped his shoulder.
       "You'll survive."
       Liipa rested his chin on his fist and regarded Radittsu appraisingly.
       "We've planned a couple of nights on the town - like to come with us?" He grinned. "There're some very... interesting sights to be seen..."
       The youngster looked intrigued - then regretfully shook his head.
       "I'm training solidly for the next four days - won't have any down-time 'til after that."
       Liipa patted his arm.
       "That's all right. We can delay until then."
       "You sure?"
       "Yeah."
       Radittsu frowned to himself, considering the offer, then smirked and nodded his head.
       "Fine."
       "Good. Now, the easiest thing is for you to meet us here - let's say at noon in five days time?"
       "Sounds good to me."
       "All right. We'll start with a couple of our favourite drinking places..."
       Peretsu nudged his partner hard, eyes flicking towards the entrance, and the two older warriors shot upright and to attention as Baadakku approached their table, face thunderous. Startled, Radittsu glanced over his shoulder, and belatedly copied them. The commander laid a heavy hand on the youth's shoulder.
       "You. Out. Now."
       Glowering at Peretsu and Liipa, Baadakku followed the young recruit from the mess hall. Liipa frowned at his partner.
       "Did we step on some toes there?"
       Peretsu scratched his head, looking puzzled.
       "Dunno... I didn't think he was into boys. He has a mate, hasn't he?"
       Liipa grinned wryly. "Yeah. Sorelya. Real hellcat. I can't imagine the commander'd risk having his balls ripped off and served up to him on a plate, no matter how pretty the temptation. Maybe the boy's late for training or something." He nudged his partner in the ribs. "Still fancy him?"
       "Oh yes. You?"
       "Of course."
       "Fine. You wanna go with the ol' initiation scheme?"
       Liipa smirked. "It's never let us down before..."

Radittsu was a little late: Peretsu and Liipa were beginning to wonder if he'd changed his mind and they should just leave without him when he'd stalked into the mess hall, scowling, and flung himself into a seat at their table. Liipa frowned.
       "Problem?"
       "Only that bastard commander. I swear he works me harder than anyone else. Just because he's my..." He stopped suddenly, colouring slightly, then shook his head. "Forget it. I've got leave - are we going or not?"
       His eyebrows raised, Peretsu stood and ushered the youngster towards the exit, glancing at his partner.
       *Well! Hasn't taken him long to adapt! Obviously officer material.*
       Liipa smirked.
       *This is going to be so much fun...*

They'd moved from inn to entertainment arena to sex club, steadily plying the young Saiyan with ale, privately astonished by how much he could hold - and how close-mouthed he was. Six hours after leaving the barracks all they'd discovered was that he was almost sixteen, from some place up the backside of nowhere up north, and that his was a military family. Even staggering-drunk he'd not revealed any names, although he had startled - and delighted - the older pair with a curious blend of innocence and lewd insight which led them to think he might not be as green as they'd first thought...
       An hour or so before midnight he'd finally given up, slumping forwards and shaking his head.
       "Had 'nough. Wanna sleep now..."
       Liipa grabbed his shoulders just in time to stop him bruising his forehead on the edge of the table at the seedy drinking hole in which they'd ended up. Lowering the unconscious youngster's head to the table, he grinned widely at his partner.
       "Guess it's time to get him back..."
       Peretsu licked his lips, his eyes sparkling, and rose to help him haul Radittsu to his feet between them.

He woke, slowly and groggily, his head pounding, to find his arms stretched above his head and tied to the bars of the bedhead. And his legs parted, his ankles similarly tied to the end of the bed. And he was naked.
       "... what...?"
       A hand settled on his groin, another stroked his tail, very lightly, raising a shiver.
       "Ah, you're awake."
       Radittsu flinched away from the hands, but not very far - he was too tightly bound to allow for much movement. He glared up at Liipa, who had wrapped strong fingers around his limp inkei and was squeezing rhythmically.
       "Stop that!"
       "Why? Don't you like it?"
       Radittsu gritted his teeth and twisted his arms, trying to wrench his hands free, only to rasp the skin of his wrists raw. What the hell was he tied with?!
       Liipa tickled his balls, chuckling.
       "It'll take more than you've got to break those. Just relax and enjoy yourself..."
       The youngster snarled at him.
       "You are going to regret this..."
       The older Saiyan inclined his head, burying long fingers in Radittsu's deep, thick tail fur as the young Saiyan shuddered.
       "Maybe. But it'll be worth it!"
       "Now, Liipa," - the voice came from somewhere out of Radittsu's view - "haven't you explained what we're doing yet?"
       "He's only just woken up."
       Peretsu moved to stand beside the bed, sighing, then running his eyes admiringly over the lean body stretched before him.
       "I must apologise for my partner's lack of manners. Allow me to explain. This is the warrior's initiation into the military."
       "I've already been accepted into the military." growled Radittsu.
       "Ah, yes, into the public face of it. This is the private one. Pass this and you'll be truly one of us, a full-blooded warrior."
       The youngster scowled at them both - but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
       "Why you two? Why didn't anyone warn me?"
       Peretsu smiled, sweetly, seating himself on the edge of the bed, a hand scratching negligently at one of their captive's nipples.
       "It would hardly be a true initiation if you were forewarned, now, would it?"
       Radittsu frowned. He'd heard rumours, but...
       It was difficult to concentrate. To his annoyance - and embarrassment - Liipa's kneading hands were beginning to have an unwelcome effect: he felt himself growing hard.
       "Have you ever had sex? With anyone?"
       "None... none of your business..."
       "I'll take that as a no, then."
       Radittsu tried to growl an indignant reply: hot, hard lips descended forcefully onto his own as his head was pulled back by the strong hand entwined in his mane. Liipa moved to kneel between his thighs, both hands stroking, fondling, as Peretsu's tongue invaded his mouth...
       Long moments later the older warrior pulled back, smiling down into Radittsu's face.
       "Well, you're inexperienced, but we can soon change that. You have potential - it would be a shame to let it go to waste."
       Blinking in shock, unsure whether to be outraged or pleased, the youngster gaped up at him, lips tingling, eyes wide - then groaned as Liipa ran sharp nails along his aching shaft.
       "You like that?"
       "N... no!"
       "I think you do." grinned Liipa, doing it again, more forcefully. Radittsu winced, hissing through his teeth.
       "Stop..."
       "Come now. You're a Saiyan warrior. Surely you can stand a little discomfort?"
       Discomfort was one thing, but this was bloody painful. With the emphasis on the 'bloody': Liipa's nails had broken the skin and the bleeding scratches were stinging like hell.
       "Dear me. Look what I've managed to do now!"
       Peretsu shook his head and sighed.
       "Liipa, you really should be more careful. You'd better do something about those..."
       "Mmm. Yes, I suppose I should."
       A second later Radittsu nearly screamed as a hot, wet mouth engulfed him, supple tongue wrapping round the rigid flesh, teasing under his foreskin, sharp teeth nibbling gently. Peretsu kissed him again, forcing his tongue deeply into the youngster's mouth, then trailing little bites across his cheek and down his jaw, settling on his neck just under his ear and biting sharply, his hand twisting a nipple.
       Radittsu gasped, shuddered and came, hard, in Liipa's throat, his body arcing off the bed, the strain on the rough fetters scraping skin from his wrists and ankles. Ignored as white light blazed behind his eyelids and speared through his body, a pleasure so intense it hurt...
       It was some minutes before he was coherent again. Panting, exhausted, eyes flickering open to find the older warriors, now themselves naked, sitting on either side of the bed. Both sporting enormous - from Radittsu's perspective - erections. Cold fear tightened his gut: instinctively he tried to pull his thighs together, flinching as the movement rasped more skin from his bleeding ankles.
       Peretsu chuckled and tweaked his flaccid, overly-sensitive inkei roughly, the other hand ruffling his tail.
       "It's our turn now."
       "I'm going first."
       Peretsu glowered at his partner.
       "No you're not."
       "Oh yes I am."
       "No you're not!"
       "Fight you for him."
       Peretsu paused, his mouth open, then frowned and inclined his head.
       "But you're a better fighter than me."
       "Exactly. I'm going first."
       Muttering dire imprecations under his breath, Peretsu conceded. Liipa grinned and knelt between Radittsu's legs, sliding his own thighs under the younger Saiyan's as Peretsu slackened the fetters a little. Lying completely exposed to the older warrior, feeling that big shaft pressing hard against the sensitive skin between his legs, twitching against the puckered entrance there, Radittsu screwed his eyes shut, nails slicing into his palms as he braced himself for the expected pain - only to gasp, eyes flashing open wide, as a gentle tongue began to caress his inkei, one warm hand cupping and fondling his balls as the other stroked the thick, wiry hair at his groin.
       "...what...?"
       Peretsu grinned.
       "You didn't expect that, did you?" He lowered his mouth to the youngster's chest, sucking at a nipple as one hand reached to pinch the other sharply. Radittsu winced, and the warrior chuckled, his lips vibrating against the smooth young chest. He raised his head and gazed into the big, startled eyes below him.
       "Are you enjoying yourself yet?"
       Radittsu stared at him, lips parted, entirely unaware of the delectable picture he made. Peretsu sighed and kissed him deeply - only to nearly have his tongue bitten off as Liipa thrust a finger into the youngster's body. He sat back, glaring at his partner.
       "Will you fuckin' warn me when you're gonna do that?"
       Liipa mumbled a 'sorry' around the slowly engorging length between his lips, his finger questing as Radittsu squirmed, biting back a strangled scream - which changed to a whimper as Liipa found what he was feeling for. Stroking at that magical little area, he smiled as Radittsu surged erect in his mouth - then slid a second finger into the youngster, pressing and kneading in a continually changing rhythm.
       Peretsu watched as the young body began to tremble, the big eyes roll back and half-close, the almost inaudible whimpers change to frustrated moans, then tapped his partner on the shoulder.
       "I think he's ready now."
       Liipa rose to his knees, his grin predatory - then shifted to straddle Radittsu's hips and impaled himself hard and fast on the young Saiyan's erection.
       Radittsu screamed - until Peretsu's mouth on his muffled the outcry, and he found himself instinctively ramming up into the almost unbearably tight heat enveloping his shaft. His tail twitching spasmodically against Liipa's, his eyes closed, he didn't see Peretsu reach a hand to his partners erection, pumping hard in time to the youngster's thrusts, and with a skill born of long practice bringing Liipa to climax at the same moment as Radittsu tensed and froze, his hips bucking very slightly as he emptied himself into the elder warrior's body...

Radittsu slumped, exhausted, eyes half-closed. Liipa stroked his mane, smiling down almost tenderly then glancing at his partner.
       *He's really quite something, isn't he?*
       Peretsu nodded.
       *Definitely one of the best we've ever had.*
       They allowed the youngster to lie quietly for a few minutes. Then Peretsu gestured to his partner to shift out of the way and settled himself between the long thighs, grimacing slightly as he lowered his mouth to Radittsu's groin, licking tentatively as his hands cupped the firm buttocks, kneading and massaging. The youngster groaned.
       "... not again... I'm too tired..."
       Liipa nipped his earlobe.
       "'Course you aren't. You're a Saiyan. You're not going to let a little thing like tiredness beat you, are you?"
       Radittsu simply moaned as two fingers entered him, stimulating him from within as a hot tongue and sharp teeth aroused him from without. And although it took a little longer than the first time, soon Peretsu slid down tight against his groin, knees tucked under the youngster's body as he raised and lowered himself, rolling his hips until every thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through him.
       Then a strong tail wrapped around his waist as strong fingers gripped his hips hard - Liipa had untied Radittsu's hands. Peretsu grinned broadly as the young Saiyan held him firm as he pounded into the body above him, eyes wide and fixed, his smile feral. And as he felt his climax approaching, Radittsu wrapped both hands tightly around the erection before him and pumped fast. Peretsu cried out as he came, then collapsed bonelessly onto the youngster below him.
       "Gods... you're good!..." he finally managed to pant, pressing a kiss to the hot throat then hauling himself to his knees and smiling at the beautiful, sweat-damp face below him, big eyes glazed, half-closed, the lips parted. Liipa stroked strands of his mane back from his face, then kissed his forehead.
       "I think it's safe to say you've passed..."
       Radittsu sighed and managed a small smirk - then frowned slightly.
       "What does it feel like?"
       Liipa smiled.
       "Having someone inside you?"
       The youngster nodded, and Peretsu grinned.
       "You want to find out?"
       Radittsu frowned up at him for a moment, chewing at his lip, then nodded. Liipa's eyes twinkled.
       "My turn!"
       Peretsu swatted at him, ducking as he returned the blow. Radittsu hoisted himself on to his elbows and looked from one to the other.
       "I can take both of you."
       It cut the incipient argument dead. Both older warriors frowned, then Liipa glanced at his partner.
       *What d'you think?*
       *Dunno. It's his first time. Probably not a good idea.*
       *Since when has that ever stopped us?*
       *Hn. You have a point. Ok - but we stop if we think he's hurting, yes?*
       *Fine.*
       Liipa gestured to Peretsu.
       "You first..."

And it had been easier than either of them had anticipated. Unfettered, Radittsu had rolled onto his stomach and shoved a pillow under his hips, spreading his thighs wide. Peretsu had been careful, penetrating slowly, stopping often to make sure he wasn't causing any real pain, until Radittsu had growled at him (somewhat contradictorily) to stop fucking around and get a move on - at which point the elder warrior rammed home fast and began to thrust, smoothly, bringing himself to a quick climax and carefully withdrawing.
       And the youngster had snarled at him, reaching a hand to his own throbbing erection.
       "What the fuck was that pathetic display supposed to be!?"
       Startled, Peretsu had tried to apologise: Liipa pushed him out of the way and shoved himself quickly into the young body, gripping Radittsu hips and pounding unmercifully as Peretsu snaked one hand under to the youngster's groin, pumping him hard as he nipped at the strong warm neck.
       And Radittsu and Liipa had climaxed together, collapsing into a sweating, panting heap on the bed.
       Then the door slammed open. Peretsu looked up in irritation - which changed to fear as Baadakku filled the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Liipa dragged himself half-upright and slid from Radittsu's back, pulling himself unsteadily to his feet: Radittsu glanced at the commander from one half-opened eye and groaned.
       The commander's expression suggested he was very close to committing murder.
       "What. The fuck. Do you think. You are doing. To my son?"
       There was a sudden, fraught, disbelieving silence. Liipa turned to Radittsu, who was struggling to sit up, wincing as his backside came into contact with the bed.
       "...his son...?" The voice was very quiet, quavering. Radittsu scowled.
       "Yeah."
       "...but... you didn't tell us..."
       "And why was that, brat? Why didn't you tell them?"
       Radittsu glared at his father.
       "Because I don't want to live in your bloody shadow all my life! I'm me, not your replacement!"
       Baadakku regarded the trio as though they'd just crawled out of some stinking swamp, then snorted loudly.
       "Get dressed and get back to barracks, brat - I'll deal with you later. As for you two..."

And that's why Baadakku pushed his eldest son as far and as fast as he could, determined that no-one would ever be able to take advantage of him again. Radittsu hated it at the time, but in later years came to appreciate his father's point of view...
       As for Liipa and Peretsu - demotion and a long, long spell of latrine-cleaning duty did, finally, persuade them to be a little more careful about their choice of 'initiates'...

© 2001 December 18^th Joules Taylor

This is dedicated to the person (who would probably prefer to remain nameless!) who emailed me after reading Interlude - Comfort with reference to Radittsu's comment, "...sometimes I do like pain...", saying
    'Radittsu and pain, eh? hmmmm... now there's an interesting image (visions of restraints dancing in my head...)'
    - which inspired the fic. (The same person has now emailed again requesting a series of , uh - "kinky" Radittsu fics! And I had two people dare me to illustrate the story... I can't resist a challenge...)

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