Throb: Throb

Throb
By Pixelgoddess

Summary – Goku helps Vegeta celebrate his birthday in their favorite fashion. Warnings – Yaoi, sex, fucking, a few lines of song lyrics
Pairings – Goku/Vegeta
Disclaimer - Don't own them, don't make money off this.
Believe it or not, the inspiration for this story is a friend’s nipples and their amazing capacity for volume control. :P (Bonus points for recognizing the songs.)

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Vegeta strolled into the club, hesitating a moment to allow his eyes and ears adjust to the change from the relatively peaceful side street entrance. Kakarott deliberately followed right on his heels, the heat of his body pressed against his back.

“What do you think?” Kakarott purred in his ear.

Vegeta smirked to himself; how did his mate find these places? There were no lights and no signs outside to indicate the existence of the club, although the throb of the music managed to escape the confines of the four brick walls. Inside was smoke and heat, sweat and alcohol. Lasers and strobes worked in vain to pierce through the fog, making some areas of air glow with reflected light while others were submerged in darkness. He felt rather than saw the crush of bodies moving together. The heavy bass was not a sound, but a rumble through his bones.

He nodded his approval and proceeded past the first, busy bar to one further from the entrance. Kakarott chuckled and followed, one hand brushing over his ass. Vegeta glanced back over his shoulder with an expression of wry amusement, and before his mate realized what he was doing, pointed a finger, sending a tiny jolt of ki to Kakarott’s nipples.

“Hey! That’s not fair! I wasn’t ready,” Kakarott protested.

“That’s the whole idea,” Vegeta said, taking a seat at the bar closest to the speakers and gesturing the bartender over.

“Someday I’m going to pay you back for that.”

“Is that an offer or a threat?”

Kakarott leered, “I’m not going to tell you.”

“Oh, I’m scared,” he retorted sarcastically.

Kakarott trapped his head in his large hands, fingers tugging on his hair, and pulled him forward until their mouths met. Vegeta purred into the kiss, teeth tugging on his mate’s lower lip.

“How about a drink to go with that tongue?”

He growled with annoyance as Kakarott pulled away in surprise at the presence of a bartender brave enough to interrupt their play.

Kakarott grinned, “Heya Gregor.”

“How’s it going, Goku? Is this him?”

Kakarott nodded, “This is Vegeta – my mate.”

Vegeta acknowledged the introduction and put a bill on the bar, enjoying the sudden look of attention, and placed their order. The tip he gave on the first round would guarantee good service for the rest of the evening.

Kakarott downed his in a few swallows, grinning at him as he slid a hand up Vegeta’s thigh, teasing him through the heavy fabric of his black jeans, twisting the tips of their tails together. Vegeta smirked and drew his head down, demanding entrance, tasting the bittersweet flavor of the alcohol in the warmth of his mouth. He slipped his hand in the gap between Kakarott’s long black leather coat to the silk of his shirt, tracing a line of ki over firm muscles, chuckling into the kiss at his mate’s shiver of pleasure when he brushed a spark over sensitive nipples.

Kakarott pulled away, and looked at him, torn between wanting to scold Vegeta or kiss the breath out of him. “Tease,” he growled, hand trailing higher up Vegeta’s thigh, “Just for that, you’re going to have to wait to dance with me.”

Vegeta grinned and ruffled the fur of his tail – that was the whole reason they were here anyway – so Kakarott could tease him by showing off the way his body moved. He didn’t really dance anyway – it was more like letting Kakarott move against him, Vegeta grinding their bodies together just enough to encourage him to continue. “Worth the wait,” he said, gesturing towards the dance floor.

Kakarott chuckled and leaned in to steal a quick kiss before rising and heading down to the lowered dance floor, slipping between the railings ringing the pit. Vegeta shifted his stool over so that he was nearly leaning on the speaker, the bass rumbling through him, and took a sip of his own drink. Kakarott glided through the darkened areas, his black clothing and hair making him seem to vanish, until he located a pocket where the mist glowed, the edges of it flickering with the light of a strobe.

Kakarott flashed his tail at him before settling it back around his waist; the message was clear – his tail was for his prince alone. Vegeta purred in admiration as his mate began to move, his long body starting to sway in time to the music, his coat sweeping around his knees.

When a black cat crosses my path

A woman in the moon is singing to the earth

The beat was smooth and easy, and Vegeta smiled to himself as Kakarott slipped back so that he was barely visible on the dance floor, his movements described by the fluctuation of the mist around him. As the woman continued to croon, his mate’s hands slid over his own body, teasing open the black silk to expose more of his broad chest.

The buildings are changing into coconut trees

Little by little

Vegeta smiled to himself as he pictured following a similar path with his mouth, teeth grazing over sculpted muscles. Kakarott’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back, displaying the enticingly long line of his throat, his mating mark just visible at the open collar of his shirt.

He growled with pleasure as Kakarott’s hand reached up to tangle in his own hair. His other hand ran the length of his body, starting at his throat, before trailing down, strong fingers stroking himself in a path that caressed a firm chest and sculpted abs, continuing down to smooth over his already growing erection before skimming nails over a powerful thigh.

As the song ended, Vegeta downed the last of his drink with a pleased shiver. Kakarott was already in fine form, displaying himself for Vegeta’s enjoyment. He wondered what else his mate had in mind for his birthday; Kakarott had a tendency to go overboard - not that he was complaining.

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Kakarott sat on his stool, eyes bright with pleasure, smirking at Vegeta as they finished their drinks. He had been dancing for nearly an hour without a break, sweeping up a variety of partners, both male and female, in that time. Most of the dances were sexual and seductive, with some even verging on the obscene – much to Vegeta’s enjoyment. There was a thrill to seeing his ‘innocent’ mate behaving so wantonly for his entertainment. He knew Kakarott could continue like this for hours, but he waved his mate back to his side to take a break. It wasn’t right for the other customers to take up all of his mate’s time.

“Having fun?” Kakarott purred, his tail teasing as it brushed over Vegeta’s body, quickly coiling around his arm, the tip teasing over a bicep and up to his neck, sending chills of desire through him.

“What do you think?” Vegeta chuckled, capturing a hand and pressing it against his trapped erection. “Why don’t we go home now…?”

Kakarott squeezed him gently, making him groan at the possessive touch, before slipping from his seat and pressing himself against Vegeta. “I think you are too impatient. We’re not leaving until I say so.”

Vegeta was helpless to object in the wake of the demanding mouth crushed against his own, Kakarott’s talented tongue conquering his resistance. He didn’t try to stop himself from wrapping his thighs around the hips of his mate, the seat putting him at the perfect level for Kakarott to grind against him in rhythm of the vibration of the speaker at his back. He groaned with pleasure.

Kakarott pulled away and smiled possessively, “They’re here.”

He raised an eyebrow in question, not entirely sure he could get the words out as anything other than a breathless pant.

“You’ll see,” Kakarott said over his shoulder, heading back to the dance pit, tail swaying before vanishing under the safety of his coat, “Enjoy the show.”

The bartender, a quick learner, reappeared with another drink and a grin. “He’s hot,” he commented.

“He is,” Vegeta agreed, just buzzed enough to be amused.

“Doesn’t it bother you, though? All those people he dances with?”

Vegeta shrugged, “No. This is just play – his tail is mine and mine alone.”

“Lucky you.”

“You have no idea,” he smirked.

He could barely see Kakarott on the darkened dance floor; all he caught were glimpses as he seemed to freeze in the light of a strobe or a hint of motion before he vanished in the mist.

Suddenly the speaker rang out with a powerful beat just as Kakarott appeared in a flash of light. He began stalking a pair of dancers – male and female – his approach and their backing retreat in time with the music. Vegeta nodded to himself in admiration – Kakarott knew what he liked. From the way they were moving, circling the floor, weaving in and out of the other dancers in the hunt, he could see this had been rehearsed solely for his benefit.

Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself

Vegeta growled in approval as the hunt changed, the prey seeming to falter. Kakarott flowed forward, catching the female, crushing her black vinyl clad body against his, a muscled arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

The male – how had Kakarott managed to find one nearly his own size anyway? – hesitated before stepping aside, vanishing in the dark. Kakarott glanced up, met Vegeta’s eye, and smirked before bending to murmur something in the girl’s ear. Vegeta imagined he could feel the hot breath of his mate, whispering obscene suggestions in his own ear. She stopped straining to free herself, instead melting against him in surrender.

The light shifted as the chorus began, leaving nothing but strobes piercing through the dark. The next scenes were nothing but flashes of images burning into his memory; Kakarott forcing the leather-clad male to his knees before him, the female on her knees before her partner while Kakarott pulled the male into a kiss over her head, Kakarott being pushed backwards on his knees, the female’s spiked heel pressing against his chest while the male, finger’s tight in his mate’s hair, jerked his head back for another kiss.

Help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else

Vegeta could barely breathe, torn between wanting to be the one experiencing Kakarott’s submission or dominance. How could his mate slip so smoothly between the roles, without the slightest flicker of ki in resistance? And why had he never done this before?

“He spent a shitload of money arranging…” the bartender began.

“Shut up,” Vegeta growled, not wanting the distraction. Kakarott could spend every fucking penny they owned if it meant gifts like this.

The floor was dark again, the red beams of lasers missing the trio completely. Vegeta struggled to keep his hands off his imprisoned cock, only barely aware of the slight thrust of his hips, beginning to move with the throb of the bass roaring from the speakers.

They suddenly reappeared directly in front of him, the female bent backwards over the railing, pinned down by Kakarott’s muscled form leaning over her, his black coat concealing most of their bodies. Her eyes were closed, arms spread wide in blissful surrender as Kakarott moved against her. Behind his mate stood the male, leaning over the long muscled back, one arm curled around his waist, the other tight on his hip as the three of them ground and thrust together.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside

Vegeta swore he was going to buy this damn song and play it over and over, fucking and being fucked until Kakarott and he both died from exhaustion. If he could figure out a way to be in both positions at once, he’d damn well do it.

And Kakarott knew it.

His mate’s eyes never left him, piercing right through to this aching need to submit and dominate, knowing Vegeta wanted to be both of his partners. Anything, just to feel that body moving and writhing against him. Vegeta rose, intending to push the other two aside and take his rightful place, when the lights shifted again. When he could see again, Kakarott had vanished, his partners now grinding together without him.

Vegeta glanced around, trying to locate his mate, sucking in a shaky breath when he located him. Advancing on him was a dark shape, its outline illuminated by the glowing mist behind it.

“Kakarott?” he breathed, hardly believing his mate could move with such seductive menace.

“Vegeta,” he growled, pinning Vegeta’s back against the throbbing speaker just as the chorus began again. The scent, the feel of his mate’s body covering him, caused every thought of resistance to flee from his hyper-aroused mind. Kakarott could do any fucking thing to him that he wanted to.

My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

The sound wrapped completely around him, seemingly trapped by Kakarott’s coat falling around him, surrounding him in the safety of darkness. He shuddered and moaned at the feel of the bass flooding through him, turning his bones to sand and his flesh to clay. Without Kakarott’s support as his mouth was captured and invaded, he was sure he would have collapsed.

“Fuck me now,” he moaned helplessly, positive he could not survive another minute without having his mate buried in him.

Kakarott chuckled and bit at his bottom lip, growling in pleasure at the blood he drew. He managed to tug the front of Vegeta’s skin tight shirt free of the confines of his jeans, spread fingers forcing it up, exposing skin.

“Damn it, Goku,” Gregor hissed, “you trying to get us shut down? Take it outside. Not that I wouldn’t mind watching,” he added under his breath.

Vegeta hardly understood what he said – his world was rapidly spiraling down to nothing but sensation. Kakarott’s body was hot against his and the music was roaring through him. He wasn’t quite sure how he ended up with his back against a brick wall just moments later, although there must have been a door involved – he was sure Kakarott hadn’t ITd, but he couldn’t remember moving.

Strong hands slid down his arms, capturing his wrists and crossing them over his head. Vegeta shivered with anticipation when ki rings replaced the hands, leaving his mate free to explore his body undisturbed.

“Kakarott…” he pleaded, straining to be touched. The vibration against his back was replaced by the reverberations of the music as it escaped the confines of the club to be echoed by the brick walls of the alleyway behind the club.

He tried to look up into his mate’s eyes only to realize the angle of light left their faces completely shadowed. He shuddered at the possessive growl as Kakarott’s hands pushed his shirt up, teasingly stroking the gradually exposed flesh of his stomach and chest with rough fingertips. He hissed with pleasure when Kakarott bent to surround a nipple with his mouth, tugging on the gold ring he found there with his teeth.

Glancing down, he realized the shadow ended in a hard line across his chest, making his nipple rings flash in the light as he moved, writhing under Kakarott’s talented fingers and mouth. He heard himself moaning at the marvelous torment, unable to stop the sound or force it to become pleas for more.

Kakarott’s tail captured his thrashing one, looping around it and stroking and tugging on it gently, He shuddered at the erotic sensation of fur on fur, whimpering in pleasure at the teasing touches.

Some part of him tried to remind him they were in public, and someone could see, but he didn’t care; all that mattered was his mate and his touch.

He emitted a thankful groan when Kakarott chose to show him some mercy, working his jeans open and down far enough to release his erection from its prison. He ground his teeth together in frustration when his mate’s tail released his and coiled tightly around his cock, squeezing just before pain. He was about to beg for more, but Kakarott’s mouth on his gagged him, distracting him with his invasive tongue, exploring and tasting him completely.

He tried in vain to get his mate to stroke his cock or something, but even coiling his tail around Kakarott’s, fur bristling at the touch, wasn’t enough to get him to do anything but hold him securely.

His mate pressed against him, flowing in time to the music spilling into the alley, the feel of silk against skin creating a delicious friction. Vegeta moved with him, hidden from all but his mate by the black coat falling around them both, enclosing them in a safe cocoon of shadow.

He was nearly drunk with the overwhelming feeling of being both helpless and safe with his mate, dependant on him for pleasure and protection, knowing they could be caught and still escape in a moment.

Kakarott’s hands were everywhere on him, touching and stroking, tugging on a nipple ring just hard enough to make him moan with the gentle pain. Vegeta nearly mewled with pleasure at the teeth scraping over his mating mark. He twisted and strained his neck, trying to capture Kakarott’s mouth, desperately needing to taste his mate.

A powerful hand pushed his jeans further nearly to his knees, giving Kakarott complete access. His mate instantly took advantage, cupping and playing with his balls for a moment before slipping an invasive finger into him. Vegeta spread himself as much as possible in this awkward position, wanting more of his mate than just fingers.

Kakarott chuckled, obviously pleased at what he discovered, “Why my prince, I do believe you prepared yourself for me.”

Vegeta groaned with pleasure as Kakarott continued to prove what they both knew to be true, his fingers sliding into him with ease. “GodS Kakarott, please…” he begged. He’d wanted this for hours – it wasn’t fair to tease him like this on his birthday.

“Yes,” Kakarott purred, quickly lowering his leather pants enough to free his cock. A hand slid behind Vegeta, supporting him so he could wrap his legs around Kakarott’s hips, made slightly difficult by the jeans he still wore. He half expected his mate to rip them off his body; at this point, he doubted he would have cared.

He howled in pleasure when Kakarott sunk into him, silenced only when his mate claimed his mouth, pressing him tight against the bricks. There was barely a second’s hesitation before his mate began pumping into him with the same desperate need Vegeta was feeling.

He didn’t care who saw him, or what they thought they saw, or what they heard. He was with his mate who would do anything for him, give him everything he needed, keeping him safe and loved.

Kakarott’s tail loosened its hold, stroking and teasing his cock, fur teasing the tip. Vegeta’s own tail thrashed wildly out of control as Kakarott’s cock seemed to drive into him deeper and deeper, his possession of Vegeta’s body renewed with each powerful thrust.

He knew he couldn’t last long with Kakarott stroking over sensitive nerves with every thrust, His mate’s tail teased behind his balls before flicking a tingle of ki over the underside of his cock and he was undone. Vegeta came with a shout, nearly drowned out as Kakarott roared with him.

The stayed crushed together, panting, struggling to catch their breath for several minutes. Kakarott recovered first, kissing him slowly, rediscovering the shape of his tongue. Vegeta returned the kiss, still stunned and bemused. Several lazy minutes later, they separated enough for Vegeta to be able to put his feet back on the ground.

Kakarott quickly redressed himself, but since he hadn’t released him, Vegeta couldn’t do the same. He scowled in frustration at Kakarott’s grin; he knew he had realized the same thing and was looking at him, his pants still around his knees, and his shirt rolled up under his arms.

“Are you planning on leaving me like this?” he demanded.

Kakarott chuckled and moved closer, stealing a kiss as he tugged his shirt back down. “I’d never do that to you, tempting as it might be. Of course,” he said thoughtfully, pulling Vegeta’s pants back up before releasing him from his captivity, “you do realize there’s another 20 hours left of your birthday.”

Vegeta grinned and pulled him down for a kiss, “So you have 20 more hours to give me a private demonstration of the moves you learned for tonight.”

“How could I refuse?”