Back at the hotsprings...
The air was thick with the scent of minerals and damp earth, the steam curling around them like a living thing. Taru's golden eyes glinted in the dim glow of the floating lanterns, their light fractured by the mist. He didn't move, didn't speak just *watched* as Faye's breath hitched, his fingers twitching at his sides. The water lapped at the edges of the stone basin, restless, hungry.
Shin exhaled slowly beside him, his own body relaxed but alert, ever the anchor. He knew this dance. Knew the weight of Taru's silence, the way it pressed down like a hand on the back of the neck, guiding without touch. *Submit*, it whispered. *Trust*.
Faye's pulse was a frantic bird beneath his skin. He'd imagined this, a thousand times, across a thousand timelines but never like *this*. Never with the heat of Taru's gaze branding him, stripping him bare before a single finger was laid upon him. The ancient Saiyan's power wasn't just in his strength; it was in the way he *chose* to wield it. A predator who could crush worlds, yet here he was, coaxing Faye forward with nothing more than a look.
"Come," Taru murmured, his voice rough as gravel, warm as the water. Not a command. Not quite. But the promise in it was undeniable.
Faye's knees trembled as he stepped closer, the water rising to his waist, then his chest. The heat was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the fire in Taru's eyes. Shin shifted behind him, a steady presence, his own breath shallow. He knew what was coming. Knew the way Taru would *take*, not with force, but with the irresistible pull of gravity, the inevitability of tides.
Taru's hand lifted from the water, droplets sliding down his forearm like molten gold. He didn't reach for Faye. Not yet. Instead, his fingers traced the surface of the water, sending ripples toward the younger Supreme Kai. "You've run so far," he said, low and knowing. "But you're here now. *Mine*."
Faye's throat worked. He wanted to argue, to remind Taru that he wasn't bound, that he could still turn and flee. But the words died before they formed. Because he *was* bound, not by chains, but by the ache in his chest, the way his body leaned into the promise of Taru's touch. Shin's hand found his shoulder, grounding him, a silent reminder: *You're safe. You're wanted.*
Taru's lips curved, just slightly. He knew. Of course he knew. "On your knees, little star," he said, and the words were a caress, a brand. "Let me show you what it means to burn."
The steam swallowed Faye's gasp as he sank, the water cradling him, the heat seeping into his bones. Taru's hand finally found his chin, tilting his face up, forcing him to meet that endless gaze. There was no escape here. No timelines to flee to, no excuses to hide behind. Just the press of Taru's thumb on his lower lip, the way Shin's breath hitched in the silence, the way the world narrowed to this: the weight of a god's attention, the promise of surrender, the slow, exquisite unraveling of everything he'd ever been.
And when Taru's mouth finally descended, it wasn't just a kiss. It was a claim.
Taru then guided Faye to the edge of the hotspring..
The stone edge of the hot spring was slick beneath Faye's palms, his fingers scrambling for purchase as Taru's hands, rough, unyielding as he guided him forward.
There was no resistance left in him, not when the ancient Saiyan's voice rumbled against his ear like distant thunder, not when the heat of Taru's body pressed against his back, a wall of muscle and intent.
"Easy," Taru murmured, though his grip on Faye's hip was anything but gentle.
It was possessive. *Final.* Faye's breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as he was bent over the edge, the steam rising around them like a shroud, hiding nothing, revealing everything. The water lapped at his skin, the heat a stark contrast to the cool stone beneath his chest.
He could feel Taru's presence behind him, the sheer *size* of him, the way his dark frame blotted out the world until there was only this: the press of his thighs, the brush of his breath, the promise of what was to come.
Faye gasped as Taru's hand slid down his spine, tracing the line of his back before gripping his hip again, pulling him just a fraction closer. The movement was deliberate, slow and teasing.
Faye's body trembled, his muscles locking as he felt Taru align himself behind him, the heat of him almost unbearable. He wasn't just being taken; he was being worshipped, and the realization sent a jolt of something electric through him.
"T.. Taru..wait . " His voice broke, a whisper lost in the steam.
"Shh." Taru's free hand tangled in Faye's hair, tilting his head back just enough to press a searing kiss to the curve of his neck. His lips were firm, demanding, but his touch was careful, almost reverent. "You're mine now, little star. No more running."
Faye's fingers clenched against the stone, his body arching involuntarily as Taru began to press forward. The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being filled, *claimed,* by someone so powerful it stole his breath. Taru's movements were measured, relentless, each slow thrust a reminder of who held the control, who dictated the rhythm. Faye could do nothing but surrender to it, his gasps turning to moans as the pleasure coiled tight within him, sharp and sweet.
Behind them, Shin watched, his own breath ragged, his eyes dark with hunger.
He knew this dance, knew the way Taru could unravel a soul with nothing but his touch. But this... this was different.
Faye was untouched, unspoiled, and Taru was marking him as his own, his body a brand, his voice a vow.
Faye's body trembled as Taru's pace quickened, the water sloshing around them, the steam rising like a veil. He could feel the ancient Saiyan's power wrapping around him, claiming him not just in body, but in spirit. There was no going back from this. No timelines to escape to, no excuses left to hide behind.
And as Taru's sharp teeth grazed his shoulder, as his hand tightened in Faye's hair, as the world narrowed to the heat and the steam and the overwhelming rightness of it all, Faye knew one thing with absolute certainty, this was his new life...
Taru continues his deep strokes, slick and wet
Within minutes.. Faye's body tensed, his spine arching like a bowstring drawn taut as the pleasure crested within him.
A broken cry tore from his throat, raw and unguarded, as his release shattered through him. His fingers clawed at the stone, his muscles locking as his divine seed spilled into the water in a radiant pulse, glowing like liquid starlight. The hot spring hissed where it touched, steam rising in swirling eddies as Faye trembled, his body wracked with the force of his first true surrender.
Taru groaned, his grip on Faye's hip bruising as he felt the younger Kai's body clench around him, the quivering aftermath of his release sending waves of sensation through them both. Faye's moans were breathless, desperate, his body still arching into each of Taru's deep, primal strokes. The ancient Saiyan's control was fraying, his own pleasure building with each shuddering gasp from Faye, each trembling whimper.
Shin couldn't look away. His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as he watched Taru claim Faye so thoroughly, his dark eyes locked on the way Taru's heavy balls clenched, the way his tail swayed with each powerful thrust. The sight was intoxicating, Taru, the unstoppable force, finally unraveling, his control slipping as he chased his own release. Shin's fingers twitched, his body aching with need, before he finally moved forward, his hand reaching out to grip Taru's tail. He squeezed in rhythmic pulses, his touch firm, demanding, each squeeze timed perfectly with Taru's thrusts.
Taru's grunts grew deeper, more guttural, his body coiling tight as Faye's moans grew louder, more desperate. The younger Kai was a vision beneath him, flushed, trembling, his body still clenching around Taru as aftershocks of pleasure wracked him. And then, with a final, shuddering groan, Taru buried himself to the hilt, his release crashing over him like a storm.
Faye cried out as he felt Taru fill him, each thick pulse of musky cum sending fresh waves of sensation through his oversensitive body.
He could feel it, the way Taru's seed marked him, claimed him, the heat of it pooling deep inside him as Taru stayed hilted, his breath ragged against Faye's neck.
Faye's moans were loud, unfiltered, each pulse of Taru's release drawing another broken sound from him.
His body was a live wire, every nerve alight, every sense overwhelmed. He could feel Taru's power, his presence, the way he dominated not just his body, but his very soul. And in that moment, as the steam curled around them and the water rippled with the remnants of their passion, Faye knew he would never be the same.
Shin's hand stilled on Taru's tail, his own body trembling with restrained need. He watched as Taru finally pulled back slightly, his movements slow, almost reverent, as he pressed a final, searing kiss to the back of Faye's neck. The message was clear, even without words:
*You are mine now .*
Taru pulled out with a slick, wet sound, his length glistening in the dim lantern light. Faye collapsed forward, his body spent, his limbs trembling as he slumped over the edge of the hot spring. His breath came in ragged gasps, his skin flushed and damp, his mind still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure that had torn through him. He could feel the lingering warmth of Taru's release inside him, a physical reminder of the claim that had been staked.
Before the moment could stretch too long, Shin moved. His body was a blur of motion, his hunger no longer contained. He dropped to his knees in the shallow water, his hands gripping Taru's thighs as he leaned in, his lips parting.
Taru's cock was still thick, still twitching with the aftershocks of his release, and Shin took him deep without hesitation.
His mouth was hot, his tongue skilled, and he sucked hungrily, drawing every last spasm of cum from Taru's heavy balls.
Taru groaned, his fingers tangling in Shin's hair as his hips jerked forward involuntarily.
The sensation was almost too much, his body oversensitive, but Shin didn't relent. He hollowed his cheeks, his lips sealing tight around the base as he swallowed around Taru, coaxing another release from him. With a guttural growl, Taru spilled again, his seed thick and musky on Shin's tongue.
Shin took it all, his throat working as he pulled back only when Taru's body stilled, his cock finally softening in the warmth of his mouth.
Shin released him with a satisfied hum, his lips swollen, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He licked his lips, savoring the taste, before sitting back on his heels. The water rippled around him, the steam curling like a living thing, wrapping them all in its embrace.
Taru's golden eyes burned as he looked down at Shin, then over at Faye's slumped, trembling form. His voice was rough, low, as he reached out to trace a finger down Shin's jaw. "Good," he murmured, the word a promise, a praise.
Faye stirred weakly, his body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. He turned his head just enough to meet Taru's gaze, his own eyes hazy, sated. There was no need for words. The hot spring bore witness to what had passed between them, the surrender, the claim, the unspoken bond that had been forged in heat and steam.
And as the mist thickened around them, the three of them remained, connected in a way that transcended time, dimensions, and the very fabric of their existence.