Happy Birthday to SlaughterChiChi: Chapter 1

My second one-shot. I really like these things!

Disclaimer: DBZ not mine. DBZ Akira Toriyama’s.

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, fluff, simlar to a ChiChiSlaughterHouse story, but not a ripoff.

Note: I use the terms ‘seme/husband’ and ‘uke/wife’ interchangeably.

Dedicated to x TheChiChiSlaughterHouse x for her birthday.

Happy Birthday to TheChiChiSlaughterHouse!

Kakarott carefully unlocked the door to the honeymoon suite, carrying his bride through the threshold. Vegeta was clothed in a stunning dress, pearls and diamonds sewn into the white lace to picture floral arrangements down the full-length skirt and sleeves, while the groom was in a simple black tux and white undershirt. Vegeta’s hair had a crown of flowers woven into it, two tiny braids standing up in his flame, originating from his temples, his mate’s hair as free and wild as it had ever been.

Laying his new bride on the lavender bed and feather pillows, the large Saiyan kissed him thoroughly before asking, "You want some champagne?"

"I don’t know," Vegeta giggled. "I’ve had so much already . . ."

"A little more won’t hurt," Kakarott assured as he walked around the other side of the bed to the ice bucket holding the alcohol, pouring two foaming glasses of the bubbly.

Flopping next to his wife, Kakarott handed over one glass, and they toasted for no particular reason before drinking.

"Gods, Vegeta, today had been the best day of my life," the seme admitted, staring straight into his soon-to-be-lover’s deep, mysterious eyes.

"Mine too. I can’t believe we’re finally allowed to do what we’ve craved for so long . . ."

"We have the rest of our lives together . . . have children, grow old and smelly together . . ." He refilled their glasses, careful not to spill the expensive champagne.

"You may become wrinkly and smelly, but I will stay young forever," Vegeta posed with one covered hand over his head like a model, smirking.

Kakarott gently lay his free hand on his wife’s trim waist. "You want me to get you out of those heels?"

"Oh, yes," Vegeta agreed, watching his husband crouch at the end of the bed after putting the glasses of alcohol on the table, taking up his sore foot.

Kakarott tossed the pearl-inset shoe off, throwing it over his shoulder, the knee-high nylon stocking soon following. Gently, he kneaded the strained flesh, kissing over the top of his wife’s foot, trailing up to his shin.

Vegeta lay back on the fluffy pillows and relaxed, grateful after so long, he could finally have his love. Years it had taken for all the royal rites and procedures, since tradition had to be strictly followed.

Kissing over the other denuded foot, Kakarott went higher, pressing his lips into the sensitive underside of his uke’s knee and moved to scale higher before he was stopped.

"You can’t have dessert first, baka," Vegeta smiled. "Now get up here."

Kakarott crawled over his wife where he sat propped against the headboard, careful not to touch the man beneath him until Vegeta sought out his mouth.

The tongues dancing together were skilled, as sharp contrast to the slim, gloved hands cradling Kakarott’s face. Before, touching had been restricted to monitored sparring, but they had stolen kisses many a time, lucky never to have been caught. Perhaps the lovebird’s parents knew they wouldn’t over-step the boundaries.

Pulling back with a series of chaste kisses, the couple stared deeply into each other’s dark eyes, leaning their foreheads together.

"Vegeta, you’re so beautiful . . ." Softly, Kakarott cupped his mate’s chin, rubbing his thumb over a plump, slightly swollen bottom lip. "I hope our children look just like you."

"They probably will, since I’ll be the one birthing them." Vegeta gently nibbled Kakarott’s thumb. "Help me unzip this dress."

His husband nodded and sat both of them up, pulling the zipper down, then gently removing his wife’s gloves before he wiggled out of the sleeves, exposing an immaculate chest.

"What are you gawking at, baka? You’ve seen me topless before."

"I know . . . but never before did I know that I could at last have you, take you and make you mine . . ."

Vegeta purred at the heavy words that promised great pleasure, pulling Kakarott back atop him as he lay, their tongues dueling sloppily outside their mouths as the seme’s large, gentle palms explored. Muscles and bones were traced, pink nipples tweaked sensually as Vegeta undid his husband’s black bow tie and worked on unbuttoning his white dress shirt as their lips again hid the workings of their tongues, stroking and plunging.

Soon enough, Vegeta pushed Kakarott’s shirt and jacket off his broad shoulders, the tie falling also. Breaking their kiss, the new bride gently nibbled down his husband’s ear.

"Kakarott . . . how long have you wanted me?"

"Years. Since I first saw you in that spar . . ." Large hands slid over exposed sides, pushing the dress lower as the seme’s neck was teased. "You moved like a stripper . . ."

"Like you’ve ever seen a stripper," Vegeta scoffed, gently tugging unruly locks. "It is well-known that we are both virgins."

"Doesn’t mean that I’ve never watched a porno," Kakarott replied, gazing heatedly into his lover’s deep, mysterious, playful eyes.

"No porno could top me," the Prince boasted of his yet untried sexual prowess.

"Why don’t we find out?" Kakarott growled, slipping the dress off of slim hips.

Vegeta responded with animalistic noises of his own, grasping his husband’s hips with unclothed knees, trapping the hottest parts of their bodies together. Laying his head to the side, the uke gasped and blushed as the man atop him thrust and ground.

"You’ve never looked more beautiful . . ." Kakarott whispered, nibbling the pink skin of his Prince’s neck as strong hands clutched to his shoulders, a brave pelvis rubbing against his own.

Kakarott, feeling unbearably stiffled, pulled back and unbuttoned his pants, slipping out of them and his hard, black shoes, revealing his whole body.

Vegeta gasped at the unvieling of his husband’s mighty member, soon to be buried deep within him. Hurriedly, the Prince stripped himself of the expensive dress and tossed it away, too embarrassed to remove his white, lacy panties.

Kakarott crawled back over his nearly naked wife, amazed at the muscular body beneath his, but not touching it.

"Vegeta . . . will you . . . feel me? No one’s ever . . . not there . . ."

The Prince smirked, pushing his husband on his back. Ever so gently, he trailed a finger up the demanding length.

Kakarott groaned and awed at how being touched by someone else was so different from self-stimulation, so much more potent.

Firmly, Vegeta grasped the tool, stroking slowly, soaking in all of Kakarott’s little noises and hitches of breath.

"‘Geta . . . ahh, faster . . ." Kakarott begged, breathless from the feelings that left him so far from climax.

Vegeta disobeyed, keeping the pace torturous.

"Damn it . . . I’m your seme . . . obey me!"

"You may be seme, but I am Prince. Besides, who is in control?" He smirked and stroked slower.

Kakarott had had enough. Pouncing, he pinned his wife beneath him, growling at the disobedient uke.

Vegeta acted remorseful,. But secretly reveled in his husband’s actions. He loved it when Kakarott was alpha, and had goaded the other male into it.

Holding Vegeta’s wrists above his head single-handedly, Kakarott allowed his other palm to caress a smooth, enticing chest, tweaking nipples enough to generate a little pain, as punishment. The Prince mewed at the ache, bucking his hips into the groin his legs clung to.

Noticing the lace panties, the seme ripped them away, unsheathing a long shaft and clearing a passage to where he craved to be. Releasing the Prince’s hands, Kakarott spread thin thighs and sat on his feet between them, caressing close to the groin, drinking in the magnificent sight.

Vegeta blushed as he watched his husband. "I feel so exposed . . ."

Kakarott looked up, meeting chocolate eyes. "Don’t. You are too beautiful . . . and you are mine. I am the only one to see this, ever."

Vegeta nodded slowly, spreading himself more. "I am yours." He longed to call his husband his own, but by tradition, semes were allowed to spread their seed as far as they pleased, while ukes were only to bear one man’s cubs, or face death. The Prince still felt special as the man’s first, though certainly not his last.

"And I am yours, Vegeta." Kakarott whispered. "I want you to claim me when I do so to you."

"You can’t mean . . ." Vegeta was startled, his hands working the covers for lack of something better to do. "You can have all the ukes you want . . . populate the world with little Kakarotts . . ."

"You are the only uke I want." Kakarott leaned up and kissed his Prince deeply, slow to pull back. "Why would I have pursued you if I could’ve had anyone any second and not have to wait through year-long traditions? I want only you."

"You are mine," Vegeta uttered with awe. "Please . . . take me . . ."

Turning his attention to a tiny entrance, Kakarott slowly brushed two fingers over it, glad at his wife’s minuscule gasp and shiver. Thoroughly, he coated his fingers in saliva, despite Vegeta’s natural lubrication, not wanting to hurt his virgin bride. Gently, he worked one digit into the slick cavern, Vegeta arching away a little at the intrusion.

"Saa, lovely, it will get better," Kakarott promised, gliding his hand back and forth inside his uke.

Vegeta nodded and relaxed, but bit his lip and hissed when the second finger slid tightly within him.

"Ok?"

"I’ll . . . be fine. It just hurts a little." The Prince shifted and the pain seemed to lesson a bit. "Ok."

Kakarott made sure Vegeta was as loose as he could get him before inserting his third finger, atop the other two. The Prince again stiffened, but made no sound, just tossing his head back and struggling to relax. Carefully, Kakarott moved fingers, firmly brushing against the spot many pornos were based on.

"Ohh . . ." Vegeta gasped, all pain evaporated, his hips beginning to move, if just barely.

Smirking, the seme stimulated the spot once again, gently teasing a long, exposed neck, then withdrew his fingers, feeling Vegeta’s resulting groan of disappointment vibrate under my lips.

Sitting up, Kakarott grasped Vegeta’s slender waist and stared into his hooded eyes, gently penetrating the uke’s luscious flesh. The Prince jerked and trembled as he stretched around his husband . . . God, it burned!

Fully enveloped, Kakarott tilted his head back and closed his eyes, panting as flaming muscles pulled at him, urging him deeper . . . then he noticed his wife’s whimpering, unclosing his eyes to find sparse tears on cheeks that still held a hint of baby fat.

He wiped them away with the back of his hand, whispering, "Vegeta, shh, just relax, it’ll get better . . ." To distract his lover, Kakarott dipped his head to initiate a deep kiss.

Slowly, Vegeta adjusted, his body bucking back against his husband’s in anticipation. Kakarott took this as a good sign and broke the kiss, sliding his hands down to hold the uke’s hips off the bed, for better access. Smoothly, he withdrew, then slowly refilled his lover. Vegeta gasped sharply as if choking on air, and grasped Kakarott’s wild hair tightly, making his seme worry.

"More . . ." The Prince whimpered. "Please God, more . . ."

Kakarott obliged in the same slow manner, this time drawing a long, low moan from his lover.

Vegeta was in nirvana. Each lengthy brush against his prostate pulled noises from him, made him quake and quiver. When Kakarott’s forward thrust quickened, the Prince really started to react. The violence directed at his sweet spot making him arch and roll under his grunting mate, forcing their virgin coupling along faster.

Kakarott tilted Vegeta’s pelvis up further, driving into him deeper, causing the uke’s noises to be non-stop as he tightened more with each thrust. The seme felt himself grow closer, his thighs beginning to quake and his balls pulling up, mirroring his lover’s reaction to their carnal act.

Vegeta clutched to the mussed covers as if he might fly off, screaming as he bent like a bow, his essence spattering the hardest ever in his young life. Kakarott thrust once more and climaxed also, his mouth opening and head snapping into his uke’s long, sweaty neck.

Vegeta screamed this time in pain, but his mate dug in viciously, not allowing his uke to escape with his erratic struggles. When at last Kakarott released the wound and began to groom it, the Prince remembered his special obligation.

Being none too gentle, Vegeta broke his teeth through his lover’s skin, enjoying the crimson flow. Kakarott took the marking better, not making a fuss.

When at last Vegeta was finished cleansing the shallow wound he had inflicted, Kakarott turned them on their sides, cuddling his lover to his chest.

"Vegeta, I love you . . ."

"I love you too, Kakarott . . . you are mine."

"I am yours, my Prince."