Us: Vegeta and Gohan: Confusion

Gohan'S POV

Those dark, desiful eyes stared at me. I hated it, I felt helpless. Like always when the other came to 'chat'. It was always the same confusing conversation. But this time was diffrent. He was looking me, like... I was his property. It pissed me off, like always. He walk closer, he didn't seem to care that I was backing away.

"Go away" I said, I hurt and I didn't want to deal with him right now.

He walked closer, suddenly grabbing my chin in his hands. I pushed at him. But I couldn't fight him off. I had to come to terms with this. Compared to him I was weak. He would take whatever it was he wanted from me. And I had a feeling it would be wrong. Maybe he wants to toy with me and then kill me. That would keep me from ever becoming stronger than him again. He leaned forward and...kissed me? It was like I was burning, but I liked it. The pain of life itself left me. Thank you, my prince. I might not be able to tell you that out loud, but in my head I am not sad like before. His hand slips down my body, his scent is intoxicating. Like when I snuck some of mom's wine last month. But yet so much sweeter. He lets his tounge slip into my mouth. As I bat it away he pushes harder. I submissivly stop letting him do whatever he seems to want. After a minute he pulls out of my mouth. He smirks at me in that annoying 'I am God here, don't you dare forget it' way. His free hand begins to rome my body. He stops at the waist line of my pants.

"What are you doing, Vegeta?" I ask, my confusion evident.

"Hmm... Don't worry, you'll enjoy it." He kisses me again. Softer, he doesn't try to invade my mouth again.

His hand suddenly removes itself from my chin to find something else to do. His smirk is back as his hand goes dirrectly for my tail. Crap. He seems to sence my worry. He slowly strokes my tail. I can't help but purr at the wonderful sensation. His strokes befome rougher and he begins to lightly pull my tail. I relaxed, this wasn't going to hurt. I was still confused, but I was beginning to enjoy the attention. His free hand slowly slid inside my pants. My eyes got wide, and I blushed like some ediototic schoolgirl caught kissing her boyfriend. He nuzzled my neck as his hand began to exsplore my boxers. I couldn't seem to stop blushing. What was wrong with me? Is he trying to seduse me or something? No, no way is Vegeta doing this. I'm dreaming. I'm 13 and small for my age. I'm not attractive and have no exsperiance whatsoever. And yet, this isn't a dream. He grabs my jewels, what is going on?

 

Vegeta's POV

His confusion is the only thing holding me back. He doesn't understand how I could be interested in him. His lack of knowledge is obvious, but his instincts are enough to keep me from losing it. I slowly rub his jewels together. He moans his pleasure. He's enjoying this almost as much as I am. I go for his neck, claiming him the only thought in my mind. He obeys his instincts and bares his neck for me. He's willing to be claimed. I bite down just hard enough to break the skin. His sweet blood intoxicates me. He moans and begins to move around trying to get my attention. His needs are waiting and mine have been filled. Well most of them. I growl at him.

"We do this my way or not at all. Got it?" I'm losing patience with his constent movement. He nods submisivley.

I bring my hand out of his pants. He whines, but a growl and a nip at his neck silences his protest. I slowly begin to remove his clothes. His tiny body shivering at the exsposure, I remove my own clothes and stradle him. He looks up at me confusion etched on his fetures.
"Don't worry, just follow your instincts. I'll do the rest." Another submissive nod. What a good little uke.

I slowly insert my member inside him. He whimpers. I softly purr to calm him. I pull out slightly and then plunge myself in deep. He screams, not in pain, but in pleasue. I found his sweet spot on my first try. I growl at him, he knows he's prey. And he seems to like it. I set a fast but strong pace. His screams of pleasure echo around us. I here another scream, louder than his others. He's close to coming. I thrust once more as his creamy seed spills. I lick up every drop. My body was had it's fill. I fill him with my own seed. I see his plesure. He falls unconcious. I put my clothes on and dress him. I'm sad at the loss of that beautiful sight, but I know I'll see more later.