DBZ X-Readers

SadisticWhis x Reader x SadisticBeerus Pt. 4 'Shift'

  Author's Note: If you enjoy the sadisticness, comment and say so, and I'll do more of it. I think I scared myself a bit on this one! XD

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"No," you said, "This isn't--you can't--"

"I can do whatever I want. It's one of the many reasons I enjoy being a god."

"No. No, I'm sick of--" You started to protest, but felt your words go silently out when Beerus' arm went around you and dug its claws into your back.

"It's very impolite to not finish your sentences, you know."

You knew you had to be bleeding--but you were suddenly more angry than scared.

"You should stop interrupting me, then. You're setting me up to fail."

The claws dug just the tiniest fraction deeper. "And why would I set you up to fail?"

"You're a sadist. A sick, twisted--"

"A sadist, am I?" You heard him chuckle, and felt him lean forward to whisper in your ear. "Perhaps you'd like to see how sadistic I can be."

You cringed suddenly--not from pain, not from fear, but...

No. Not now.

Not now.

You started to push the rising energy down, but Beerus chose that moment to bite you again, and you felt a familiar urge rising to the surface.

Destroy.

You were barely aware of the blood trickling down your back as that rage began to build in earnest. With a fierce yell--you opened your eyes and pushed him away, eyes were burning with hatred--he'd taken you, stolen you from the only home you'd ever known, he'd--he'd--!

Destroy.

Hardly knowing what you did, you charged at Beerus, and started attacking him both with ki and fist--both of which he blocked, continuously. Every time he did so the anger seemed to build more and more, until your thoughts were wholly consumed by the desire to beat that smug grin off his feline face. That bastard would pay for this.

He continued to block everything you threw at him before slapping you--which sent you flying across the room.

You charged back, practically screaming; you felt like nothing more than a passenger in your rampaging body. This was...you hadn't felt like this in a long, long time, but there was no longer any room for fear.

"A bit more of me in you than you'd like to admit, I think." Beerus smirked, "Don't tell me you're tired already!"

"ENOUGH!" you shouted. Your aura was crackling, your anger was burning--

And then everything went dark.

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Ow.

That was your first thought.

Everything hurt.

You started to sit up, but were gently pushed back down, and you looked up to see who'd done it.

"Whis? What did you...how did...how did I...?"

"Suffice it to say," he said, "You attacked Lord Beerus."

"I...I can remember that part, but...after a minute or two, I can't remember anything else."

"You blacked out, then. I guessed as much. Honestly, I'm surprised that it took you this long to get to that state."

"What are you talking about?" You groaned as Whis helped you up this time. "Were...were you...trying to get me to do that?"

"Perhaps," he replied with a smile. "Your abilities are really quite astonishing for someone who was never really taught to use them properly. I can see why you were sent to the temple now."

"You were watching the whole time?"

"Maybe." Again, that infuriatingly nice smile. As if he thought he could fool you with it! Your next thought was that he was just as demented as Beerus, only with a deceptively nice veneer. Watching, you thought, disgusted. He was going to--

"You know, you might be just as...ow..." You'd reached around to your back to feel for the punctured spots and scratches, and when your hand moved over the bandages it set off a wave of pain.

"Oh, really. As bad as he is? How can you think such things? Such a shame..."

You were about to lay back when you felt that familiar movement in your mind. You let it in.

As exhausted as you were, what other choice did you have?

It moved as before, and you felt your body shiver with pleasure.

"Now?" You asked.

Nothing but a smile.

Of course.

Whis traced your jawline, and the feeling rose and fell. You tried to move--but found that you couldn't.

"You--"

"(Y/n), haven't you learned anything about opening doors to people you don't know?" he asked, running one finger down your neck.

"You're not being fair. I couldn't have kept you out--you're just--you're horrible--"

A shot of pain.

"What was that?" he asked in a sharp tone.

You went quiet. Unable to move, unable to resist, and unable to do anything about the whole thing had, well, given you a sudden appreciation for silence. You felt compelled, however, to sit up, to turn your head and look at him; no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't look away.

"I thought so. A word to the wise. Lord Beerus may enjoy resistance..."

Here you felt the compulsion to tear the bandages off the wound on your back, and you felt shockwaves of agony as you did so.

"...I, however..."

They'd healed, you could feel that much. But not a lot, and certainly not enough for the pain to have faded very much.

Whis grabbed your chin and you felt a sudden terror at the sight of his angered expression, eyebrows drawn down into an awful V, tone utterly icy, "I give an order, and I expect it to be followed. Immediately."

"Don't." You begged.

Your hand moved as before under compulsion, and your nails drew roughly across the wound, prompting a yelp of pain from your lips.

"You did it to yourself," he said, voice once more sickeningly sweet.

"What...do you..." you cringed as you were forced to rake your nails over the half-healed wounds again and again, "Ah!...want...from..."

"I told you, (y/n). Obedience. You're about as poor a listener as Lord Beerus, you know. And twice as stubborn."

"Please," you went on, "Please, stop."

"Are you going to behave?"

"Ye--AH!" You'd gone over a particularly deep section of the wounds, and felt tears pricking at your eyes. "Yes."

"Good."

He let control of your arm go, left your mind entirely, in fact--so quickly that you fell back. Whimpering in pain, you looked away. "I-it's just...hard to know what you...both..."

"You already know what Lord Beerus wants. A fight and a game. And now I've told you what I want."

"It doesn't make sense," you said, "N-not that I'm not...that I was trying to..."

"You don't have to understand," he said, tapping you on the end of the nose, "You just have to do as I say. I'm not that hard to get along with."