Closeness: Chapter Four

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own DB/Z/GT


WARNINGS: Lemon (Very explicit sex)




CLOSENESS




Chapter Four




As Vegeta began to emerge from his lethargic state and his mind and senses started to become alert, he perceived a familiar scent and an inviting warmth surrounding him. He subconsciously snuggled closer against the source from which such comforting sensations emanated: a powerful and firm, yet soft wall right beside him, making him feel safe and protected. He brushed off the last remnants of sleep from his still heavy eyes, opening them slowly , only to froze when he found that a very naked Goku was holding him into his powerful arms.

Vegeta, now completely conscious, struggled to escape from the tight grip but being careful not to awaken his captor. But to no avail, the younger saiyan was clutching his prey with all his strength as if fearing that his prince would vanish like a shadow in the darkness, losing him forever.
A cold sweat covered Vegeta’s body as he started to panic. He did not want to face the other saiyan, not after Goku had witnessed his nervous breakdown.

Vegeta was mortified, how could he have been so stupid to lose his nerves and act like a hysteric woman? Now Goku would think he was nothing but a pitiful weakling and would despise him. But, then, why had the other saiyan stayed, embracing him like only a lover would do?
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Vegeta sighed, then layedd his eyes on Goku‘s face. So handsome, so virile and strong. Vegeta was disappointed in himself. He could not deny the attraction and desire he felt for Goku. Then, why had he been so scared? He was sure it was not fear of physical contact despite he had never been sexually involved with another male before. The only reasonable explanation of his deplorable behavior was that he had been overwhelmed by all those new sensations and, not knowing how to deal with them, he simply had exploded.

His heart beat wildly out of control as he sensed the younger saiyan stirring up. Goku, unaware of the inner turmoil his bed partner was experiencing, stretched out his arms, yawning, and, opening his eyes, he looked at Vegeta with a charming smile adorning his face. Vegeta was breathless, how was it possible that someone could be so deadly beautiful? He flushed in embarrassment at such foolish thoughts and mentally scolded himself. He was a ruthless warrior, not a stupid lovesick adolescent.

But Vegeta could not suppress a shiver as those profound and expressive orbs flitted all over his body, studying him till the last detail; piercing and intense, as if trying to see deep inside his soul. Vegeta felt his head dizzy with conflicting emotions: he was terrified wanting, in part, to run away and, at the same time wishing time would freeze in that instant to remain in those arms forever. Goku had not say a word, yet the lustful shine in his eyes spoke volumes. Vegeta felt his head spinning, uneasy but elated at the predatory look Goku was sending him.

“Who gave you permission to get into my bed?” Vegeta snapped after gathering all his willpower to maintain his façade of tough guy, while trying to push the younger saiyan away from him. But Goku did not loosen his grasp, pulling the prince closer to him instead and rubbing his rock hard sculpted body against Vegeta’s compact one, while groping his ass. Goku’s desire inflamed at the breathtaking feeling of skin on skin.

Vegeta yelped, startled at being suddenly flipped over by powerful hands. Once the petite saiyan was lying on his back, Goku climbed on top of him, pressing down his muscular frame firmly against the lithe one of the prince.

“Let me go” Vegeta shouted, more desperate than enraged, breathing heavily and squirming under the oppressive weight that was crushing him. But Goku silenced him capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Soon Vegeta was kissing back as passionately as his partner, tongues sliding against each other in a sensual exchange of saliva. Curse Kakarot and his sinful, delectable kisses. Why did this big beautiful loon have to affect him so much?

Goku chuckled into the kiss when Vegeta, in his excitement, wrapped his legs around Goku‘s bare ass and, getting bolder by the minute, started to run his hands down Goku’s spine till he reached his aim: Goku’s tail spot. Vegeta scratched mercilessly the scar with his fingernails, sending jolts of electricity throughout Goku’s entire body right towards his groin, causing his throbbing member to become fully erect.

Goku grinded his hips against Vegeta’s crotch, feeling how the prince was growing harder and harder at the erotic contact, while moaning into Goku’s mouth. Once broken the kiss, Goku leapt up, straddling the older male and looking down at him. The sight almost made him cum right there.
Vegeta, with half lidded eyes and a red tint over his nose and cheeks, was shuddering and panting heavily; his tanned skin shining under a thin sheet of sweat. He was the personification of the virginal passion.

Goku had the sudden impulse to caress tenderly Vegeta’s face. The prince nuzzled avidly against the soft hand. It was painful to see how hungry he was of affection. But all those thoughts vanished in a haze, as lust take control over Goku’s mind, swallowing him whole. His only desire was to taste, to devour the untamed creature that was writhing in need underneath him.

Goku climbed off of Vegeta and, lying on his side, started to pour a rain of feathery kisses down the prince’s neck as Vegeta tilted his head to give better access to his lover.
The kisses soon turned into a more frenzied ravaging when Goku became intoxicated by the scent and taste of Vegeta’s fragrant skin: tongue licked, lips sucked and teeth scratched the delicate tissue, making the prince moan, immersed in a state of pure bliss.

Meanwhile, Goku’s hand was roaming over fevered skin, tracing all the curves and crevices of Vegeta’s chiseled chest and abdomen. A shiver ran through the older saiyan as the sneaky hand went downwards and started to rub the already prominent bulge on his shorts. The moans and mewls growing in intensity as Goku grabbed the throbbing length through the spandex and started to squeeze it harder and harder. As Goku was inflicting such sweet torture with his hand, his mouth abandoned the bruised neck of the prince to travel down to the hottest southern regions.

The first stop at Vegeta’s chest; there, Goku licked a bronzed nipple and, teasingly blew over it causing the swollen nub to become erect and hard. Goku moved his head towards the other breast to apply the same treatment. Vegeta grunted at the unpleasant sensation of cold air on wet skin. But soon pleasure flared as Goku encased one hard nipple into his mouth sucking it greedily and nipping the tip between his teeth. He repeated the same process with the other nub, not ceasing, meanwhile, to stroke Vegeta’s aching cock, now as hard as steel.

The prince was squirming helplessly on the bed, clutching the sheets between his fingers and panting heavily. He arched his back up in a spasm of blind pleasure, yowling like a wild animal as the rhythm of the strokes became faster. Goku stopped massaging Vegeta’s bulge the very same moment he felt the rigid and dripping phallus of the prince pulsating against his hand as the moistness soaked through the spandex and wet Goku’s fingers. The prince was near the edge and Goku could not allow him to come yet, when there was still much more to come!

But Vegeta, aching for some friction to relieve the pressure on his deprived cock, tried to touch himself only to have Goku slapping his hand away. The prince groaned in frustration and then hissed, baring his teeth and clenching his hands into fists. Ignoring the childish tantrum of the feisty saiyan and, to prevent another attempt of masturbation, Goku held Vegeta’s free hand in his own, intertwining their fingers together, the other hand of the prince wasn’t a problem because it was imprisoned under Goku’s body.

Meanwhile, Goku’s mouth continued his tormenting exploration southwards, licking all the way down to Vegeta‘s navel, there his tongue looped around the bellybutton. Vegeta closed his eyes and gasped when Goku started to thrust quickly the tip of his tongue in and out of that tiny hollow, teasingly, as in advance of what was about to happen, but with another, more larger organ into a different cavity. .

Goku, now settled between Vegeta’s legs, gave a last long lick from the navel down to the waistband of Vegeta’s shorts, as the prince mewled, bucking his hips up and grinding them against Goku’s chin, shuddering at the so much needed friction. The taller saiyan, chuckling and smirking, lifted his head up, away from the aching arousal.

But an obstinated Vegeta grabbed him by the hair, pushing back Goku’s head down onto his crotch. The younger male took pity of the prince, and with his mouth widely open took a hold of the bulge, gently nipping along the shaft through the drenched spandex.
Vegeta’s body was shaking to the point of convulsion as groans of satisfaction erupted from his mouth.

But, immediately, Goku moved his head up and, grabbing the waistband between his strong teeth, yanked Vegeta’s shorts down to his thighs, with the sole force of his clamped jaw. Vegeta’s leaking erection throbbed happily at being released from its confinement and stood proudly pointing up towards the ceiling.

Goku engulfed the head of Vegeta’s cock into his mouth, and clamping his lips tightly around the sensitive ridge he started to suction it vigorously, while rotating rapidly his tongue over the tip, licking the precum that oozed in massive quantities and swallowing it all, fondling Vegeta's balls at the same time.

The prince, tossing his head from side to side like a possessed, bucked his hips up trying to shove his entire length into Goku‘s mouth, but the younger saiyan pushed firmly Vegeta’s hips down onto the mattress. Goku, then, swallowed the whole member till the base and started to bob his head up and down on the impressive rod, speeding up gradually. Vegeta screamed in hysterics, assailed by an indescribable and overwhelming sensation, the likes of which he had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, Goku’s senses were overloaded with the scent and flavors of the writhing prince, causing him to ache for more than just to taste him. So he let the hard shaft slip slowly from his mouth, leaving the older saiyan quivering with unsatisfied need. But Vegeta, too giddy to complain, could only breath heavily.

Goku removed completely the shorts of the older saiyan and, moving up from between Vegeta‘s legs, he lay against the prince. Goku brought his hand to Vegeta’s mouth, tracing with three of his fingers the swollen lips in a ghostly caress. The prince, still panting, opened his eyes at the touch and propped himself up on his elbows fixing an inquiring gaze on his partner. The younger saiyan let out a naughty smile as he pressed the fingers on the lips, asking for entrance. Vegeta responded quickly opening his mouth and encasing the appendages. He started to lap them, coating them thoroughly with saliva.
Goku gasped, turned on by Vegeta’s ministrations.

The older male, seeing the way he was affecting his lover, looked intensely at Goku and grabbing his hand started, first, to suck slowly and sensually the fingers to immediately proceed to shove them in and out of his mouth at a steady pace. Vegeta bobbed his head up and down as if it was another part of Goku’s anatomy. Goku looked fascinated as the same man who just a moment ago was blushing shyly and trembling like a virgin, now was acting like a fucking god of sex. Such contradictory and unpredictable creature the prince was, that was the reason why he was so captivating.

Goku’s weeping erection throbbed at the erotic display. He groaned, unable to resist more teasing, and, smirking mischievously, took Vegeta’s free hand to place it on his manhood, making the prince to masturbate him slowly. Meanwhile he moved his head till his mouth was brushing Vegeta’s ear.

”Such a slut, my prince is.” He whispered, before licking the earlobe of the bewildered prince. Vegeta’s body stiffened and his mind swirled wildly for a second, suddenly aware of the awkward situation. Some months ago, no, some hours ago he would have beaten to a bloody pulp to anybody who would have dared to say that he, Vegeta, the proud prince, would be acting like a whore and enjoying it, and for the same man he had, so irrationally, claimed to hate with every fiber of his self.

He was starting to realize that his past obsession with Goku had been the only way he had known to demonstrate his deep feelings for the younger saiyan, though he still did not understand the nature and meaning of said feelings. But he was sure of one thing, to take and give pleasure was not a question of dignity or pride; it was nothing to bee ashamed of, not when it felt so right.

But that was not the moment for introspection, not when scorching desire boiled in his veins wanting to be satiated by the very same wild creature who was there in front of him, driving him crazy. So he resumed his ministrations, now more fervently, until Goku, tired of the foreplay and unable to wait anymore, removed abruptly his fingers from Vegeta’s mouth.

“On all fours, my sluttish prince.” Goku ordered in a husky and, unusually, authoritative tone, sending shivers down Vegeta’s spine. The petite saiyan obeyed. What kind of spell had this man cast on him to render him so docile? He had always admired strength, but whenever he had met someone stronger he hadn’t act that way, quite the contrary, his only feelings had been of resented envy and profound hate and contempt for being surpassed.
But Kakarot…Which rare quality did he possess that made him so unique, so different from the rest of the world? Nobody else but him had the power to make royalty stand on his hands and knees waiting to be fucked like a submissive bitch and with no regrets.

But, who fucking cared anyway, when his royal buttocks were being harshly groped and slapped, squeezed and spread, then licked amorously in a display of kinkiness he never had thought Goku were capable of?

The younger saiyan continued for a long while playing with Vegeta’s firm, round, perfect ass; seeming to have developed some kind of fetish for this part of the prince’s anatomy. Goku was too mesmerized to notice that his slight spanking and squeezing had gradually increased in brutality. He was startled out of his enthrallment when Vegeta’s moans of pleasure suddenly turned into yelps of pain.
Goku licked and kissed once and again the red and abused spot apologetically, making the prince calm down a little.

Vegeta silently cursed the younger saiyan for making him adopt such position. Not that he felt humiliated, cause he knew that wasn’t Goku's intention, but being so exposed made him felt vulnerable and insecure. And to make things worse a huge finger was stabbing his ass, sliding in and out of his entrance relentlessly. He sighed in slight discomfort at the intrusion. Goku moved the appendage faster and, immediately, added another one, making Vegeta grimace. But the prince closed his eyes and, clutching the sheets in his hands, let the younger saiyan do as he pleased. When a third finger joined the others, Vegeta bit his bottom lip to stifle a yell.

But the prince could not restrain his screams, this time of ecstasy, when Goku’s fingers stroked the bundle of nerves of his pleasure spot. Vegeta, shocked at the unexpected sensation, began to move his hips in sync with the fingers as moans and groans of bliss escaped incessantly from his mouth.

Goku growled, Vegeta was having all the fun meanwhile he was sporting a massive, unattended, erection. So he pulled his fingers out and Vegeta, feeling terribly empty and neglected all of a sudden, when he had been in heaven just a second ago, glared over his shoulder at an unimpressed Goku.

A whimper erupted from Vegeta’s throat as Goku grabbed him by the inner side of his thighs to spread his legs wide apart, making his cock nudge against the mattress. Taking a hold of the prince’s hip to lift up his ass more in the air, Goku aligned his shaft with Vegeta’s entrance and pushed slightly forwards, just enough to rub the tip against the ring of muscles, wetting the orifice with his precum to ease the penetration. He stroked the spot for a while tracing circles with the head of his weeping erection. Vegeta moaned, finding tremendously erotic the wet caress over his opening.

But his moans turned into a scream of scorching pain as suddenly, without warning, Goku plunged his entire cock forcefully into Vegeta’s rectum until he was completely sheathed inside the hotness of his lover. Goku remained motionless for a while, more to relish in the perfect tightness around his meat, than to let adjust Vegeta‘s body to the intrusion. Goku moaned deeply, he could stay like this forever. He had been in Heaven when he died, but he hadn’t known the real paradise till now.

Vegeta, on the contrary, felt like being ripped in two with the force of an entire galaxy. He pushed his head into the pillow, only wanting to cry out, but no sound came from his mouth. He could hardly breath. Yet, he felt so alive. Being so excruciatingly filled and stretched made him experience a sense of belonging beyond belief. Yes, he belonged there, with his kind. Cause Goku was acting like an authentic saiyan, feral and primal. And he strangely felt honored at the respect he younger male was professing him by not holding back, by not being a gentle lover but a rough one. Cause he knew Goku indulged in his true nature only in crucial moments, as in battle, and now he was showing the same deference to his prince.

Once Goku was slamming into Vegeta, setting a wild pace, the prince could not stop squirming in pain and his throat was raw from so much screaming.

“Aaarghhh...Too huge…hurts…Kak…karot.” He managed to mumble without stop panting.

Goku though, accelerated the rhythm with every thrust, hammering harder and faster. As agony raged through his body, Vegeta clamped his teeth to prevent himself from yelling, not wanting to further force his already sore throat. But when the scalding pain was starting to become unbearable, Goku bent over Vegeta’s back to grasp a hold of the prince’s twitching penis and started to stroke it with the same intensity of his unrelenting pounding. Meanwhile, he angled his hips to hit Vegeta’s prostate with each thrust, sending the prince into a state of nirvana, not knowing at this point which was more intense and delicious: the pain or the pleasure, both intermingled in a mind-blowing experience.

Vegeta started to rock his hips back and forth, rhythmically with the same force which Goku was using to shove his cock in and out of the prince. This way, every time Goku pulled out, Vegeta pushed forwards, plowing wildly his length into Goku’s tight fist, to immediately slide his hips back to meet the merciless thrusts of Goku, with such violence that the loud slapping sound of flesh against flesh rivaled the wild screams and howls that erupted from the two frenzied saiyans.

As the rhythm became wilder and more erratic, Vegeta, acting just by pure instinct, began to constrict the inner muscles of his rectum with each shove of his partner, tightening incredibly even more his perfect tightness in a painful grip around Goku’s cock. Goku in return, squeezed harder and harder Vegeta’s cock into his fist.

But they needed more of this madness. Their auras sparkled as they rose their energy levels to their maximum, ( though Goku did not ascend ), making possible to increase the speed and force of their movements. The bed and the walls were shaking, even the earth foundations were trembling and the universe was roaring in unison with the two frantic saiyans as they were banging harder and faster. All kind of loud, feral sounds emerged from both throats, the likes of which had never been heard before by human ears.

Goku knew Vegeta was nearing his climax the very moment the prince, oozing loads of precum and clenching his inner walls spasmodically, started to bit the pillow totally out of control in his excitation. Goku wanted to hear him scream in ecstasy, but the pillow was muffling all the sounds that came from out of Vegeta’s mouth. So the younger saiyan yanked him up by the hair to lift his head up.

Vegeta cried out and suddenly all the world went white as a tightening on his loins made his whole body convulse. The prince didn’t want to come yet, cause he was loving every minute of this torment and he wanted it to last forever. But something inside of him exploded, hot creamy fluid burst out of his cock in thick squirts drenching Goku‘s hand.

Vegeta let out a piercing scream as his head and arms, incapable to support him anymore, collapsed onto the mattress while his shaky legs still maintained their position only because Goku’s powerful grip prevented them from giving up.

The savage pounding of the younger male didn’t cease in what seemed like forever. At hat moment, all Vegeta felt was a profound fatigue and soreness. Once the haze that had been clouding his mind during his intense orgasm began to drift away, Vegeta noticed the blood running down his ass and the tears of hysterics still streaming down his cheeks. But he fought his tiredness to resist until Goku would have his orgasm.

Interminable moments of agony passed for the small saiyan, as Goku, groaning and howling like a dangerous beast, hammered relentlessly in and out, deeper and faster. Small squeaks emerged from Vegeta’s mouth and his body shuddered, invaded by a strange sensation, a sort of tingle, as his prostate was being hit mercilessly; though he was totally spent and his softened member now hung limp.

At first he had felt uncomfortable but, little by little, a melting ecstasy had been growing, sweeping through him, first like serene waters flowing calm and slowly to finally explode with the force of a tornado. And when finally, with a violent and long thrust, Goku came screaming Vegeta’s name, spitting spurt after spurt of hot semen into the prince, the flaccid shaft revived and Vegeta erupted into another orgasm, shooting some more drops of cum into Goku’s fist.

The younger saiyan collapsed atop Vegeta as his spasms subsided. His heavy body was smashing the worn out figure beneath him. Vegeta felt as if he was supporting the weight of the earth, but he was too tired to protest. Both of them sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

After a while, though, Vegeta shifted and trashed trying to slip out from under the bulky male but, realizing that all his efforts were useless, he changed tactics; he elbowed the younger saiyan hard in the stomach. Goku understood the message and, grunting in slight pain, climbed off of the prince, sliding his cock out of its hot prison, to lie down on his back.

Then, bringing his semen-coated hand to his mouth, Goku savored the salty, masculine essence of his lover as though it was the more exquisite delicacy. Vegeta rolled onto his side clinging to the warm form beside him, wrapping Goku’s waist with one arm and sliding a leg between Goku’s.
Vegeta stared with a combination of shock and fascination as the younger saiyan licked his fingers clean.

”Mmm, delicious” He murmured looking intensely at Vegeta in the eyes with a sexy smile on his face. But the prince was too exhausted, so he just snuggled closer against his dissolute lover to rest, sighing in contentment.

Goku rolled onto his side to face the older saiyan and, cupping Vegeta’s chin, planted a sticky kiss on his lips. The prince wrapped his arms around Goku’s neck and closed his eyes to concentrate all his attention solely on the kiss. When Goku’s tongue made his way into the mouth of the prince, a shudder ran through Vegeta’s body and he felt his head spinning at the taste of his own bitter essence combined with Goku’s delectable flavor.
Both males broke apart reluctantly to recover their breath, laying face to face, tightly embraced.

“Kakarot, you’re the devil.” Vegeta whispered while running lazily his fingertips over the back of Goku’s neck.

“And you’re perfect.” Goku murmured with half lidded eyes, a hint of adoration in his voice; leaving Vegeta even more mystified if possible and speechless for just a second. But he rapidly collected himself and stared at his younger partner smirking.

“Of course I am, what did you expect from royalty?” He asked in a playful tone, nuzzling his nose against Goku’s. The younger saiyan chuckled, tightening his grip around Vegeta’s waist and capturing his lips in a sweet and long kiss.

There in the aftermath, Goku’s gentle nature reemerged, now showing all the tenderness he had denied to his partner during his sex crazed state. He slid his fingers through Vegeta’s soft hair inhaling his natural fragrance: dark, rich and alluring, like the prince himself; while whispering sweet nothings.
Vegeta blushed at the gesture, not knowing what was more appealing and addictive, this gentleness or the previous exhibition of depraved sensuality and feral wildness. Goku would never cease to amaze and confuse him. Vegeta had thought that, by now, he knew perfectly the younger saiyan. But every second spent with him, the prince discovered a new facet of his complex and fascinating personality.

Once they got enough rest, Vegeta started to feel uncomfortable and, with the palm on his hands on Goku’s chest, he pushed the younger saiyan away to get rid of his hold.

“Kakarot, let me go.” He sneered, sounding much ruder than he had intended.

“Something wrong?” Goku asked, furrowing his brow in concern at the harsh tone of the grumpy prince, while rubbing Vegeta's back gently in a smoothing gesture.
The smaller saiyan sighed deeply, closing his eyes and trying to relax his body.

“I’m sticky and hungry, Kakarot. I just want to take a shower and eat something.” He replied with a tired voice.

Goku gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose making Vegeta blink, and immediately released the prince to lie down on his back with his hands behind his head and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. But when Vegeta climbed out of the bed to go to the bathroom, Goku turned his head to look at him, unable to keep his eyes apart of the perfect body, mesmerized by Vegeta's graceful movements.
Goku, succumbing to his appetite, jumped out of the bed licking his lips, with his hungry gaze focused on Vegeta’s ass and, full of lust and with renewed energy, followed his oblivious prey.

Vegeta turned on the shower to alleviate his strained muscles under hot water, but he let escape a startled squeak at the feeling of powerful hands cupping and groping his firms buttocks all of a sudden. He looked over his shoulder to see a grinning Goku and sighed with resignation. It seemed that, after all, it wasn’t going to be a quick shower as he had initially planned. His impatient stomach rumbled in complaint, but Vegeta decided to ignore it once that his insatiable lover pushed him brusquely, face against the cold tiled wall.

“Curse you, Kakarott !” Vegeta shouted seemingly a little irritated, but he bent forward leaning his upper body against the wall, lifting up his ass to give better access to his horny lover and swaying it invitingly, stimulating even more the enormous libido of the younger saiyan.

He flinched in discomfort when Goku, this time without bothering to prepare him, forced his shaft into the semen-caked hole. But Vegeta didn’t complain, finding extremely arousing that display of violent dominance performed by the younger saiyan.

There he was, being screwed senseless again, under the spray; all drenched, his hair all hanging down, his legs shaking, the skin on his hips all bruised and his lower body still terribly sore from their previous romp. And to top it all, his bottom lip had been injured when his face had accidentally collided against the tiles as he was being pounded hard, and hot blood was dripping down his chin.

But surprisingly, he was enjoying it enormously, reveling in the friction he was getting as his cock, as hard as a rock, nudged and slapped frantically against the wall with every thrust.

And when Vegeta thought it couldn’t get better, the younger saiyan, without stopping pistoning in and out of the abused entrance, reached out to pinch and tweak Vegeta’s nipples between his fingers, making the prince howl in pure bliss. His fevered body, unable to contain such tremendous pleasure, was about to explode into million of ecstatic particles.

When Goku felt that tightening in his loins announcing his approaching climax, he plunged as deep as he could into his squirming partner. A loud growl erupted from his chest, and he remained buried deep inside that perfect hotness , motionless for an instant, to slowly pulled out his cock till only the head was in. He maintained this slow and tormenting pace, thrust after thrust, to retard the orgasm.

But Vegeta wanted it faster, so he pushed his hips back and forth trying to coax the younger saiyan into increase the rhythm. Goku, though, held him firmly by the hips to prevent any movement; eliciting a grunt of discontentment from his rebellious partner, which soon turned into a a howl of pleasure when Goku started to slam home harder and harder at a wild rhythm, until he was near the edge again; to repeat all the process from the beginning.

Goku had been doing this for quite a long time in a spectacular exhibition of control and stamina. It was almost sadistic, but Vegeta, strangely, found this brutality full of poetic eroticism. It was beautiful, fucking perfect, cause it was purely saiyan: violent, primal, instinctual.

Imperturbable, Goku continued his ravaging of the prince, for what it seemed an eternity. Vegeta had little strength left in him and every movement, every scream, every breath seemed to cost him a great effort, and yet, the pleasure coursing throughout his body was infinite. He came with a strangled noise, sputtering his seed all over the tiles. Kakarot was a hell of a lover, and Vegeta didn’t want it any other way.

Once Goku ejaculated into Vegeta’s ass, screaming and growling like a maniac, both males fell down to their knees. Goku wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s waist pulling the older saiyan closer to him and settling him onto his lap, holding him tightly. Vegeta leaned back against his lover, as he left the warm rain coming out from the spray soothe his fatigued, drained body.

Vegeta was still trembling and panting when Goku removed him from his lap. The younger saiyan stood up, reaching out to help Vegeta up. His limbs were still numb, so, once upon his feet, Vegeta wobbled a little. He leaned a hand against the wall for support as he let Goku wash him.

Goku proceeded to soap him up with a washcloth, rubbing thoroughly and gently, first his back and then the frontal part of his body. A hiss escaped through Vegeta’s gritted teeth as Goku started to clean his genitals, too sensitive to be touched so soon. The taller male lowered his head to pour a rain of tender kisses all over Vegeta’s face, in mute apology as the prince flushed and moaned slightly at the affectionate gesture.

Once both of them were clean and refreshed, they stepped out of the shower and, after drying their bodies, walked to the bedroom to get dressed.

“I can’t find my gi.” Goku said looking around the room with a puzzled expression on his face. Vegeta, with his back facing the younger saiyan, was putting on his boxers when his body stiffened for a second at the return of the usual clueless tone of Goku’s voice, so different from the husky and sensual tinges or the feral howls and growls that had escaped his mouth during their lovemaking.

It was disturbing to witness this sort of schizophrenic demeanor, like if two different entities were sharing the same body, and each one took control depending on circumstances. It was sinister, but somehow it made sense.
Goku, in spite of himself, would always be torn between his intrinsic saiyan nature and the alien manners he had been taught by the earthlings. And thinking more about it, Goku’s insistence on acting like the earthlings while in their presence, was nothing else but another proof of his true nature: The great ability to adapt himself to any situation, to any environment in order to survive. Yes, Kakarot was another survivor. Certainly he had not endured so many losses and humiliations like Vegeta himself had done, but he had been equally a master in taking advantage of his surroundings to his own benefice, becoming, thus, the unstoppable force he actually was .

“Kakarot, I wonder sometimes about you…” He trailed off, turning around to face the younger saiyan.

“Uh?” Goku muttered, looking at the prince with a childish and naïve expression on his face.

“Nothing.” Vegeta grumbled shaking his head, while putting his pants on.
Goku smirked maliciously and Vegeta rolled his eyes, he could swear Goku was doing it on purpose, just to unnerve him. The prince looked down as he buttoned his shirt ignoring the other saiyan, who was on all fours looking under the bed.

“Here it is!” Goku exclaimed loudly, standing upon his feet and waving the clothes like a flag, with a huge grin on his face.
Vegeta sweatdropped. One way or another Goku was going to drive him crazy.

Once they were dressed, both saiyans stepped out of the bedroom and, going down the stairs, they headed towards the kitchen. Vegeta sighed with relief when he saw nobody was there. He wasn’t very fond of those earthlings, specially the creepy mother of the blue-haired woman. In spite of all the horrid creatures he had faced, impassible, in his past, this woman with her permanent smile and flirtatious manners made him sick. And besides, he preferred the only company of his new lover, their intimacy so recent to waste the next precious moments in the presence of those noisy creatures.

Goku rummaged trough the fridge for a while, fortunately there were lots of leftovers. Goku took out a considerable amount of recipients full of food and proceeded to heat them. Meanwhile, Vegeta had set out some dishes and the necessary utensils to eat.
Once sat at the table, Goku started to devour his food , but after a while he stopped and fixed his gaze on Vegeta, who seemed to be in deep thought, looking blankly at his plate.

“Eat.” Goku ordered, loudly, startling Vegeta out of his musings. He had been thinking whether to ask Goku or not what had meant to him their sexual intercourse. But he decided against it, not wanting to scare the younger saiyan, or to seem imposing and demanding. They had followed their impulses. Even Vegeta himself did not know if it had meant more than just the best sex of his life; he needed to meditate about it to try to figure out what he really felt. But there was one thing he knew, the presence of Goku had become vital to him.

“Moron, stop babysitting me.” He snapped at Goku’s command, lifting his head up to glare at his companion. But he obeyed, nonetheless, and started to eat almost as anxiously as Goku, while the younger saiyan chuckled.
Once his appetite was satiated, Goku leaned back on the chair patting his stomach, with a satisfied look on his face. Vegeta stood up to take the plates to the sink and clean all the mess they had left.

“Wow, I didn’t know it was so late.” Goku exclaimed after glancing at the clock on the wall in front of him.

“I should be at home by now, Chichi’s gonna kill me.” He added, standing up and bringing his fingers to his head, ready to teleport himself away.
Vegeta, who was in front of the sink with his back to Goku, froze letting drop a dish from his hand, his features contorted in a grimace at Goku’s words. The sound of broken glass made the younger saiyan lose his concentration and look in the direction of Vegeta, startled and confused. Meanwhile, Vegeta had been trying to compose himself before turning around to focus his gaze on Goku.

“Are you going to leave?” Vegeta asked weakly, in hurt and disbelief. He had thought that, at least, Goku would spend the night with him after all they had shared during the past hours.

“I’ve got no choice, I don’t want to hear for hours the incessant screeching of my wife.” Goku replied almost humorously. Vegeta clenched his fists, seeing the younger saiyan so unaffected and nonchalant.

“But I thought… why don’t you stay tonight?” He asked, hating himself for seeming so desperate.

“I can’t, maybe some other day.” Goku answered, and the smile spread on his face was like a sharp knife tearing Vegeta’s soul to pieces. The older saiyan gasped for air at the stinging pain in his chest. But he tried to overcome his grief. This was just another deception, he should be used by now, all his life had been the same.

“Pft, I don’t care, do what you please.” Vegeta replied with a hint of resentment in his voice, turning his back to Goku and folding his arms, trying to appear indifferent, when he really was heartbroken.
“Well, goodbye, then. See you tomorrow.” Goku said as he teleported back home.

Vegeta did not know how long he had stood motionless with a faraway look in his eyes, as a chill ran down his spine making him shiver in despair. He was still in shock having suddenly realized that his feelings for the other saiyan were stronger and deeper than he had initially thought. But Goku didn’t seem to feel the same.

The last moments together, the younger saiyan had acted like if nothing had happened between them, he had just had a good fuck and left. Vegeta suddenly felt used and dirty. He ran up the stairs towards his room, and locking the door, lay down on his bed, looking at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face.

He had tried to persuade himself that he didn‘t care, he didn’t need anybody, he had been alone all his life, why should now things be different? He looked at the empty space on his bed and tried to refrain bitter tears of pain. To whom he was trying to deceive? How he wished Goku to be there with him, to sleep between his arms, to wake up in the morning to the welcome of that warm and wise smile that Goku only used in the presence of the prince.

Maybe if he had insisted, Goku would have stayed. Curse his damn arrogance! His pride wouldn’t embrace him and keep him warm at night.


TBC