Maintaining: Heat

Chapter 34 - Heat

Goku purred for his prince, Vegeta curled up against him, exhausted. He never ceased to be amazed at this side of Vegeta - how hungry he was for physical contact. Even if they went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed he would wake up to find his prince pressed against him.

He ran his fingers through chestnut hair. Once Vegeta realized how much Goku could feel from him he had tried to control his side of the bond. He could sometimes sense when Vegeta was blocking him, although he had done it less the longer they were together. Last night though - his control had finally failed and Goku felt every emotion as they washed through the prince. The fear was a constant chord below the hatred, anger, frustration... and love. Vegeta's barriers were crumbling and he felt how the prince loved him - even if he couldn't admit it to himself.

He hadn't been able to get everything out of Vegeta, but he had learned some things about what was happening to the prince. He was starting to understand some of the sources of Vegeta's fears now. Goku had never realized he had been blacking out.

Vegeta had finally told him about the times he remembered - and except for yesterday it was always the same. Vegeta would go to sleep, then wake up injured in a strange place hours or days later. He had never been disoriented coming to before yesterday. But this time he hadn't been asleep when it had happened.

It had to be terrifying - after all the abuse he had suffered at Frieza's hands Vegeta had developed a fear of doing the same thing himself. He fought with himself constantly to maintain control over violent impulses he had learned, and blacking out took away all of that control.

Goku wasn't worried about the 'impulses' under normal circumstances. Vegeta had become more stable and had become more successful at resisting them the longer he was free from that bastard. But ever since Frieza had hurt him in hell, Vegeta felt like he had lost that stability.

Goku bit back a growl of frustration. How was he going to help Vegeta? The voice was only part of the problem, although it was the most annoying part. The horror that had crossed Vegeta's face when he told him he had actually heard the voice...

The chestnut tail began thrashing again, so he gently captured it and trailed his fingers through the fur, trying to soothe the prince. Vegeta was dreaming again.

He was able to lock onto one image as Vegeta started shivering - Frieza surrounding and filling him with chilling ki, freezing him with his claim of ownership. The prince's fingers clawed into his arm as he fought his attacker.

"Wake up, Vegeta. You're safe now." Goku continued speaking to him in low tones, trying to figure out how to use the bond to get through to his prince.

Vegeta gasped as he snapped awake, escaping Frieza's icy hold. ::Safe.::

"C-c-cold," he trembled and clung to Kakarott's heat, the frigid dream still clinging to him. His companion reacted immediately, letting the warmth of his ki seep into him, the arms around him pulling them together, drowning him in the fire pouring from his body.

Finally the shivering stopped and he could relax in Kakarott's embrace.

"Had forgotten...how fucking cold...that bastard was," he growled.

Kakarott was gliding his hands over him, making ki dance over his skin, memories of Frieza melting under his fingers.. He was so good at this - better than Radditz even. Radditz had been able to ease the chill, but Kakarott's touch ignited him.

"Ningen...woman...never enough...missed...Saiyan...heat..." he purred as the warmth seeped into his bones.

"I've always thought my purpose in life was to be a living blanket..."

He looked at Kakarott to see a grin on his face. "Baka," he said, before capturing the smiling lips, grinning himself at the pleasantly surprised sound his companion made.

Vegeta moved to straddle him, tail flashing and musking behind him, staring down with a hunger that made Goku shudder at the intensity of the gaze. Vegeta began to trail fingers over his skin, his purrs triggering Goku's own.

He could feel Vegeta's desperation; his need to prove to himself that he was in control, not Frieza. Goku knew he felt adrift, clinging to the only thing he could be sure of. Goku was proud to serve his prince, more than willing to be his anchor until Vegeta could stand on his own again.

Goku slid his palms over Vegeta's legs, his thumbs gliding over the prince's inner thighs. He couldn't break eye contact as Vegeta's touch gained enough pressure to stop being delicate torture. Palms pressed and hands caressed and fingers fondled him, making him whimper and gasp.

He wanted to tell Vegeta how beautiful he was, how dark and strong and powerful, but he couldn't. He could only stare into obsidian, breathless and aching, hoping Vegeta could hear him through their bond, because his prince had stolen his voice.

Vegeta's purrs had slipped into throaty growls by the time the prince dove down to begin licking and sucking on his neck and jaw. Goku could feel him demanding more and reached for the lube off the bed table, nearly dropping it, eliciting an amused chuckle from Vegeta. He growled in response before cupping his prince's beautiful ass and sliding a finger into his entrance.

"Kakorrrr..." Vegeta purred, dragging his tongue over a hardened nipple.

Goku groaned at the way his pillow-name was purred as Vegeta's mouth attacked him. He added a second finger as his other hand traced a path up the prince's back, nails grazing the scarred skin, making Vegeta shiver in reaction.

"Kakorr." Vegeta was rumbling and sighing his name with each breath. It rolled and vibrated over his prince's lips and he thought he was going to explode from the sound.

Goku let his ki coil around them both, his hand burning a path over Vegeta's hip and sliding between them, wrapping around his erection. He grinned at his tiny victory as Vegeta gasped and bucked, body confused at what sensation he wanted more.

"Kakorr," Vegeta growled, eyes flashing, before he shifted and pulled him so that he was under Goku. Vegeta's growling and purring and rolling his name had him breathless and shaking.

He slid into the heat, gasping at the tightness surrounding him as Vegeta groaned his name. Fingers were tangled in his hair as Vegeta pulled his head down, attacking his mouth with a messy kiss. His slid his tail between them, ruffled fur wrapping around his prince's trapped erection, stroking it.

He fought himself for control, the prince's desperate hunger filling him, but he could hear Vegeta in his head insisting that he thrust harder, more heat, more everything, NOW!

"More, Kakorr," Vegeta panted, fingers bruising as he clutched at his back and shoulders.

GodS! He was so hard... so close! He gave his prince the only 'more' he could think of at that moment... he ascended. He heard Vegeta hoarsely screaming his name, felt fingers digging into his shoulder blades. His energy flared around them, pouring through them, filling them both.

Vegeta was still dark beneath him, panting and gasping, whimpering his name, clawing his back, fingers tangled in his hair. The chestnut tail was snapping in rhythm with his strokes until he caught it and slid it into his mouth, sucking on it. Vegeta arched and writhed as he came, shouting 'Kakorr'. The pressure and heat of his prince pushed him over the edge and he exploded, waves of ki singeing the bedroom walls, filling his prince with his fire. He nearly collapsed, still golden, fighting not to crush his prince beneath his weight. He lost the battle when Vegeta wrapped himself around him and drew him down with a breathless chant in his ear of 'Kakorr, Kakorr, Kakorr."

TBC