Arts and Crafts - 'Quest' univ: Arts and Crafts

Arts and Crafts
By Pixelgoddess

A smutty continuation of the last story, Mummies and Daddies… I was originally writing this for “Strip”, but I couldn’t quite get it done in time – hence the line, “Where does that go?” This didn’t come out quite how I imagined it – I could see it, but I don’t think this looks the same to you.

Another trip back to the Maintaining/Quest universe. Maybe I will do this with all of these – see what inspiration strikes. If you are just joining us, Vegeta calls Goku Kakorr, they are mated, and… Look, this is about sex – do the details really matter?

What? – You want a warning for yaoi SMUT? *laughs* Fine, consider yourself warned. If I owned it, I wouldn’t be warning you and you would be paying me.

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Kakorr glanced around their kitchen in amused disbelief. ::No wonder Chichi sent Tamanegi to us for help with the project - she would never have tolerated this mess in her kitchen.:: Through the course of the day the newspapers covering the floor had become covered in paint as their daughter worked on her creation. Vegeta shook his head in amazement – why did they always let her get away with this? Tama had kissed them goodbye, smearing their faces with streaks of paint from her fingers.

Tama had even managed to convince him to help;– Vegeta was almost defenseless against her when she turned her pleading eyes on him. How could he say no to someone who looked at him like that? He didn’t want to admit it, but he had enjoyed the hour the three of them had spent molding figures out of clay and wrapping them in her fabric of choice. Now that the project was complete, she had gone home to her mothers for a much-needed bath.

Vegeta got to his feet and stretched, "I guess we should get the ‘bots to clean up this disaster area."

Kakorr glanced at the open jars of paint and rolls of leftover gauze and grinned. "Not yet."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and studied him, "What are you plotting, Kakorr?"

"I feel artistic,” Kakorr chuckled and flicked his tail, “Strip."

"What?" he smirked, "Shouldn't you be doing that for me?"

"Nope," Kakorr said, gathering a collection of paints and fabric, "I’m busy getting everything ready for my latest creation. Let’s see," he purred, “Blue, red, yellow…orange!”

"Baka," Vegeta laughed, pulling his shirt off and throwing it at his mate's head. "You’ve been planning this all day, haven't you?"

"Who, me?" Kakorr said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably as his smile twisted into a leer. Vegeta stopped what he was doing to watch as his mate did an impromptu strip tease. "Now get those pants off."

Vegeta smirked back at his playful mate and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. Within moments he was standing naked in the middle of the kitchen, tail swaying, one eyebrow raised as he watched Kakorr attach a loop of his ki to the wall, tying the end of the gauze to it.

“Where does that go?” Vegeta asked curiously, wondering just what his mate had in mind.

“You’ll see. Now hold out your arm," Kakorr said.

Vegeta smirked, instantly relaxed and willing. His mate rarely took complete control, but he had long since learned how rewarding it was to trust Kakorr completely.

His breathing became unsteady as his mate carefully began wrapping his body in an erratic crisscross of gauze, the bindings more decorative than restraining. His arm was extended, supported by the ribbon of ki laced through the fabric tingling against his skin. His mate's training to be a Rouya had given him finer control; it might look like the flimsy fabric was holding him, but he could sense the strength of the ki surrounding his arm.

He could feel the heat radiating from his mate as Kakorr gently caressed him through the wide gaps of gauze, squeezing and rubbing his deliberately exposed nipples. The gentle pressure of the material strengthened by his mate’s ki made him shiver with desire to be completely caught in this gentle captivity.

Kakorr’s fingertips were teasing, stroking him with gentle heat as he stretched the fabric around his chest and back, wrapping randomly to further limit his movements. He gasped when Kakorr interrupted his wrapping, bending to nip and tug at the nipples peeking between the gaps. His eyes closed in anticipation when his purring mate paused behind him to inhale his scent.

Vegeta’s breathing, already shaky from the strands of ki pressing against him with each inhalation, caught when his mate’s teeth scraped across his shoulder. The scent of his own blood made him hungry to taste Kakorr’s.

Kakorr's mouth was against his, his tongue sweet and copper. Vegeta purred and tried to press their bodies together, but his mate chuckled at his eagerness and held him back.

::Not yet. I’m not finished preparing my canvas.::

His still free arm was gently lifted, the tips of his mate’s fingers tenderly tracing the outline of the dragon tattoo that coiled the length of his arm. Vegeta shivered as ki whispered over the mark that his mate had given him. Within moments he stood, arms outstretched, Kakorr’s web of ki coiled around him, supporting him, the energy tingling against his skin, sending pulses of desire through his mark directly to his already erect cock.

“Kakorr,” he breathed, nearly driven mad by the touch of his ki without the warmth of his flesh. Kakorr took pity on him, pressing their bodies together and he buried his head against his mate’s neck, gasping in relief at the heat flowing through him at the touch. Kakorr’s hand gently curled around the base of his tail, driving Vegeta to rock against his mate as he stroked him to the tip; if not for the restraints and the strong hand at the small of his back, he would have collapsed. His tail thrashed wildly when Kakorr curled his fingers in his hair, tipping his head back, his kiss demanding and overpowering, purring deeply as Vegeta moaned into his mouth.

Kakorr stepped back and he hissed with needy frustration; he wanted more of his mate’s touch. Kakorr picked up a jar of paint and returned to nip at his ear. “Do you want a blindfold?” he whispered, breath warm against his skin.

“I want to watch,” Vegeta choked, already barely able to speak. What was Kakorr going to do with his ‘canvas’?

The first streak of violet paint went down his throat, painting a line down to just above his navel. He hissed at the cool slickness gliding over his skin, the muscles beneath twitching at the seductive touch. Kakorr’s mouth began tasting everywhere his fingers missed, the heat an electrifying contrast to the cool paint coating his skin.

He groaned, muscles twitching, as the tiny phoenix on his right hip was lovingly kissed before being surrounded by a spiral of deep green. Kakorr’s body was against his, paint-slicked fingers touching him everywhere, the quickly drying paint tight against his flesh. He couldn’t stop the sounds he made as Kakorr curled his warmth around him, carefully tracing every stomach muscle with brilliant blue. His mate’s breathing was as unsteady as his own, purrs skipping as Kakorr rubbed against him, coating himself in the colors Vegeta wore. He was already trembling and panting from Kakorr’s slow, deliberate attentions, but when his dragon was touched with ki-charged yellow paint, he screamed with pleasure.

Vegeta moaned and growled as his mate licked and sucked his flesh, nipping and tugging before following the heat of his mouth with the chill of the paint. His hands were everywhere, painting both of their bodies with brilliant colors that Vegeta began to recognize from the way each one made his skin tingle and his cock jump. He pulled and sagged against his bonds, trusting the strength of Kakorr’s ki to support him as he began to tremble with unbearable need. He whimpered, begging, desperate for his mate to touch his aching cock, to take him, to fill him, to possess him completely.

Kakorr’s hands slid over his face, into his hair, tipping Vegeta’s head, completely capturing his open mouth. Vegeta moaned into his mate as Kakorr’s purrs vibrated against him, the paint slick on his skin as their bodies made contact. His hands were suddenly freed; he would have collapsed if not for the strong warm arms that surrounded and supported him. Without conscious thought, his mouth found Kakorr’s mark and he sunk his teeth in, letting his mate claim him through blood. Vegeta moaned against his flesh as Kakorr shuddered and growled in reaction, holding him even tighter, tail coiling around them both.

He was unresisting, in a lust-filled daze, as Kakorr gently lowered him to his hands and knees into a rainbow of spilled paint. Kakorr’s hands never stopped teasing him, covering him in a second skin, caressing his back, curving over his ass, or gliding down the length of his tail. He felt the heat of his mate’s body behind him, and whimpered with anticipation as the head of Kakorr’s cock pressed against his entrance. He arched his back and howled in surprise when an entire container of orange paint was poured over his back just as Kakorr sunk deep into him.

His mate began growling, thrusting frantically; Vegeta knew he wouldn’t last long as the paint dripped down his body, finding a path over his throbbing erection. Kakorr snapped his tail through the paint before coiling it around Vegeta’s cock, stroking it in time to his urgent strokes. Vegeta screamed his release moments before his mate, finally collapsing into the pool of colors.

He lay, gasping for breath, still trembling under the weight of his mate. Kakorr was nuzzling the back of his neck, purring lazily, his entire body a slick blanket. He was tangled in gauze and there was probably not an inch of his body left unpainted. Kakorr rolled onto his back, taking Vegeta with him, until they were curled side by side, grinning at each other in a contented haze.

::I’ve never been so filthy in my entire life,:: Vegeta smirked. His mate was just as coated in paint as he was, a rainbow of colors smeared over his body. ::This ought to be fun washing off.::

::I know.:: Kakorr grinned at him in a daze. “I love arts and crafts.”