Food Fetish: Food Fetish

Food Fetish
By Pixelgoddess
If I owned them, I wouldn't be working where I am.
This was written for Ginia so she would write a drabble - which she did (yay, bribes work!) and increased my vocabulary.


Vegeta stared down at his naked, helpless, ki-restrained mate, an evil smirk on his face.

"Kakarott," he purred, "We simply must talk about this sex and food fetish you have."

Goku watched him wide-eyed. He'd never seen Vegeta like this. He'd never been ki-restrained by the prince except when he was majin. And worse yet, he realized he kind of liked it. The idea of being spread out on display before Vegeta was turning him on.

He thought Vegeta had enjoyed the cotton candy...and the honey, and the chocolate sauce...maybe the ice cream had been a bit too much. He hadn't thought of how freaked Vegeta would be about the cold - all he had been thinking of was the strawberry ice cream melting all over his hot bronze muscles...

He licked his lips, groaning at the image.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he saw the pictures in Kakarott's mind. He removed his own clothes and stood over his mate, smirking as Kakarott involuntarily thrust his hips at him.

"Now Kakarott," he said, sitting on the firm stomach. "Would you care to explain to me how this," he waved his hand in front of him, highlighting his sculpted body, "is improved by the application of ...food?"

Goku gulped, knowing no matter what he said, Vegeta was not going to be satisfied.

"Ummm....I really like your body..."

Vegeta raised his eyebrows, waiting.

"And...ummm...I really like food..."

Vegeta's tail twitched against his thighs, momentarily making him forget what he was saying.

"You haven't answered me, Kakarott."

Goku shuddered at the way his name was purred. He felt his mind shutting down and surrendered to the foolishness he knew he was going to commit.

"And...um...everything is better with chocolate?"

It was all Vegeta could do to not laugh. He really didn't mind Kakarott's food fetish - in fact he rather enjoyed it - most of the time. But when his mate had dropped freezing cold, pink ice cream on him he had freaked out. He just wanted Kakarott to think first, act second.

And now that he had his mate helpless beneath him he felt a purr building in his chest. This could be...*smirk* fun.

"Kakarott," he purred, bending down to lick his mate's neck, "You seem to have no concept of..." he sucked on his earlobe, "...heat..."

Goku tried to turn his head to meet those burning lips, but Vegeta's fingers tangled in his hair left him unable to move. He made a whimper of complaint, silenced by his prince's black stare.

Vegeta returned his attention to his mate's throat, his grasp on dark spikes ensuring that the corded neck was fully exposed.

Goku shuddered with pleasure as sharp teeth grazed his skin, not breaking the surface. He tried to reach Vegeta, only to groan with frustration as he realized that even his tail was restrained.

"No *teeth* Kakarott *tongue* I am *breath* in *lips* control *growl* and if I *teeth* allow *lips* you to *breath* continue *teeth* with your *tongue* fetish *lips* there will be *growl* rules."

Goku howled and nearly threw Vegeta off him when teeth finally broke his skin. Vegeta had barely started and already he was aching with need. He would bury his prince up to his neck in ice cream if that were what it took to get him to control him like this.

Vegeta sat up and glared at his mate, slightly annoyed at his thoughts. "Kakarott," he growled, licking the blood from his lips, "If you plan on repeating last night's performance, I will leave you alone, restrained, to deal with..." he coiled his tail around Kakarott's erection for a moment before pulling away with a smirk, "...this."

Goku shivered at the threat. Vegeta wasn't really pissed at him - not yet - so far the prince was mostly annoyed...but he suddenly realized how close he was to discovering the one of the more uncomfortable parts of bondage.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "No more ice cream."

Vegeta rumbled with pleasure at how submissive his mate had become. He would not hurt Kakarott, but he did enjoy the control he now had. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

"Kakarott, I'm sure you mean that now - but I want to be sure you *remember*."

Goku watched, wide-eyed, as Vegeta got up and walked across the room, returning with a box. The prince settled beside him and reached into the box.

"We will start with something easy, shall we?" he purred.

Goku was tense as he tried to guess what Vegeta had planned. The prince was always better at blocking his side of the bond, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He wasn't worried about being injured, but it had been so long since Vegeta had been controlling like this.

Vegeta felt how nervous his mate was and flicked his tail behind him in amusement, waiting until Kakarott was actually holding his breath before slowly dropping maraschino cherry halves over his chest and stomach.

Goku's muscles twitched at the sensation. It took him a moment to realize exactly what Vegeta had done. When he finally realized what was covering him he looked up at the smirking prince in disbelief.

"No talking, Kakarott," he warned. "I didn't say you couldn't play with your food - you are just going to learn what is and isn't allowed."

Vegeta rumbled as he started to slowly eat the fruit off his mate's body, making sure he dragged his teeth over the skin as he picked up each piece. He listened to Kakarott's answering purr crumbling into moans as he nipped at the ridged muscles, soothing the marks with his tongue. Kakarott was already writhing beneath him, and he'd hardly started.

He lowered himself until his mouth was inches from Kakarott's lips; his hand pressed to his neck just enough to keep the younger Saiyan from reaching him. He held the last cherry up so it could be seen.

"This, Kakarott, is allowed," he purred, placing it on his tongue before lowering his head, invading Kakarott's open mouth, sharing the sweetness with him.

Goku gave a frustrated whine when Vegeta pulled away, leaving him hungry for more of the prince. He tried again to free his tail, the vibrations of the ki binders against the fur making his cock ache. He was about to beg for something, anything, when he saw Vegeta reach into the box again.

Goku groaned when Vegeta positioned himself between his spread legs, purring happily as he held up a can of whipped cream.

"What do you think, Kakarott?" Vegeta growled, as he slowly coated his thighs with the cold foamy white cream. "Should this be permitted?"

Goku couldn't control himself as he twitched and quivered. He was hot - he was burning - and the whipped cream was cold on his overly sensitive skin. It was too much - he hurt and ached - he wanted to explode but Vegeta was careful not to touch his erection.

"Ve-ge-ta...please..." he begged, twisting and straining, trying to get away from the uncomfortable feeling.

"Ah, Kakarott," Vegeta said, as he slid his finger through the cream, grazing the sensitive inner thigh. "It looks like you are starting to remember some important things about being a Saiyan..."

Goku nearly whimpered with relief when Vegeta began cleaning him with his tongue, fire spreading through him, the cold cream melting under his touch. He was trembling with need when Vegeta lowered himself onto his chest, curling down until they were eye to eye. Vegeta slowly brushed his finger on his lips, coating them with the whipped cream but he was afraid to lick it off, afraid to breathe, afraid to break away from those dark eyes.

"Kakarott," he breathed, "Saiyans are creatures of ...heat...you will not...forget that...again."

Goku gave a weak moan when Vegeta moved away again, returning a moment later to straddle his thighs.

Vegeta smirked at Kakarott's leaking erection. He was sure his mate knew what he had in mind - Kakarott was pulling at his restraints, hoping he wouldn't notice. He wasn't in much better shape, but he had to keep control.

"Kakarott," he murmured, "You aren't trying to get free, are you? When the lesson is almost over?" He reached back into the box, tail swaying as his mate made little mewls of fear.

He had originally considered doing what Kakarott had done to him, and coat his erection in the chocolate ice cream, but decided against it. This little play had been fun, and he found he enjoyed sharing in Kakarott's little fetish. He'd been too angry last night, storming off without explaining. Kakarott hadn't done it to be cruel and he knew how uncomfortable the ice felt against Saiyan skin, and he was not going to be that deliberately mean.

"This will look very nice against that pale skin of yours, don't you think?" he sighed.

Goku yowled when the ice cream hit his stomach. He had been afraid Vegeta was going to drop it on his aching cock, and was surprised at Vegeta's chosen target. He hadn't realized how horrible it felt on his burning skin and tried to buck and twist so it would slide off, but the prince held him fast.

"Vegeta, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know," he whimpered. Immediately a hand pressed against his stomach, ki spreading heat, melting the ice.

"That's the end of the lesson, then," Vegeta purred.

"Does that mean you're going to let me go now?" Goku said in a tiny voice.

"No, it does not, Kakarott. I like how helpless you are. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Goku purred at the change in Vegeta's tone and grinned.

Vegeta smirked at his mate and returned to the box, bringing out a jar of caramel sauce. "Now this, Kakarott, is definitely permitted," he said as he slowly poured it over his erection.

Goku gave a sob of relief as Vegeta dragged his tongue through the slit before sliding his lips over the head of his cock, swirling through the sticky coating. His erection was licked and teased, the caramel dripping down over his balls. He hardly noticed when the restraints on his legs were loosened and a slippery finger pressed into his entrance.

He tried to thrust into Vegeta's mouth when he began humming around his erection, growling his disapproval when his hip was held in place by the prince's strong hand. He was trying to move, to press against the fingers that were stretching him, trying to bury himself in the heat of the prince's mouth, groaning in frustration that it wasn't enough.

Vegeta pulled away from Kakarott's leaking cock with a curse. He couldn't stand it - he couldn't wait any longer. The sounds his mate was making were driving him mad. He wrapped his hands around Kakarott's hips and pressed against his entrance, burying himself with one thrust.

He struggled to keep himself still so Kakarott could adjust, waiting for his mate to control his gasping enough to breathe his name.

"'Geta," came the moan he lived for.

He slowly slid out before sliding back into the heat of his mate, watching as Kakarott's eyes closed and his head thrashed, sweat pouring off them both. He was hardly aware he was speaking, chanting Kakarott's name, thrusting with each syllable, trying to go deeper, wanting to be part of his mate forever. He wrapped his hand around Kakarott's erection, stroking him in time to his frenzied pounding until his mate came, 'My prince' on his lips. Kakarott's muscles tightened and he soon followed.

When he finally got enough control over his shaking he crawled next to his mate, releasing him from his bonds, pulling him close. "Mine," he whispered.

"Hey Vegeta," Goku asked groggily, resting his head on the chest of his purring mate. "Can we do that again without the ice cream?"

END