Unnatural Affections

Title: Unnatural Affections
Author: Kahlan Nightwing
Pairing: Gotenks/Vegeta
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RP-ing Format (will be cleaned up...sometime), not incest. :P Not techinically.
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is the sole property of Akira Toriyama and all parties therein. I do not claim to own Dragonball, Z, GT or any of its characters. I am making no money from this story.
Summary: Gotenks is all that\'s left of Goten and Trunks. He, now outcast and alone, is stuck in a world that thinks the worst of him. Hating him the most is Vegeta. But Goku wants Vegeta to give the fusions something.
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Special Notes: This is by Kahlan Nightwing and Dynishra Shin (who were both drugged and bound by their characters and forced to write this work of evil) (Kahlan Nightwing: I wasn’t forced....)

Chapter 1: In Which Vegeta is a Slut and Gotenks Takes Full Advantage of It

If he was going to start anything, it might as well be this. Even though he\'d convinced himself of just that, he still grumbled and bitched as he flew toward \'his\' woods. His woods. As if he could own them. Pathetic piece of little shit...putting on airs as if he were some kind of royalty. A mutt was all he was. Murderous mutt.... Why, oh why did he have to be the one to pick the shortest straw so to speak? Why was it when Kakarott said someone should check up on him everyone looked at him? \'He\'s still our sons, Vegeta.\' Bullshit. Murdering bastard was what he was. They should\'ve made sure they\'d done the job the first time.... Maybe he could just kill him now and get-- He silenced that thought completely and stilled above the forest. Now--to find him before he was found and get the hell out. If Kakarott thought he was doing more than checking to see if he lived, he was crazy.

He frowned and sniffed under his arm again. Fuck. Sure smelling wasn’t that bad most of the time but when your prey could smell you coming from half a mile a way you knew it was time to bathe. Stalking with a dejected hungry mutter Gotenks wound his way through the dark shadows of his forest to find his favorite bathing place. A river which ran with deep blue mountain water formed a water fall not far from the outer reaches of the large expansive forest Gotenks called home. Behind the cascade of water was a small hollow eroded from the limestone rock. There he liked to bathe in the solitude behind the magnificent curtain of water. Great. He hated it cold. Oh for the days of hot showers.

Shit! He had his ki down.... Damn annoying short assed little-- Landing silently, Vegeta did what he did best...hunt. The boy had to be somewhere in here...and if he couldn\'t find him by sight or ki--he\'d find him by scent. In fact, it wasn\'t long until he ran to his trail, a few hours old at most...and very strong. Clearly while the boy could keep his ki down, he knew nothing about hiding his scent in enemy territory. Luckily, Vegeta knew more than enough.... It may have been decades ago, but he still remembered that planet-- Gods he\'d rather he didn\'t remember.... But at least he knew how to not rely on ki so much. Something he couldn\'t say of the other Z Fighters.... Now—to catch his prey and get the fuck back to \"base.\"

He didn’t bother taking his close off as he waded into the waist deep pool of water, they were barely rags as it was and it was long past due that he got some new ones. He pondered. Perhaps Piccolo could magic up some? But then again perhaps not. Piccolo may not have been out to hate him like every one else was but he certainly wasn’t that civil. But then when was he civil to anyone? With a shrug he dipped his head underwater and then tossed it back, spraying water everywhere. Ahhh that felt better than he thought it would, once you got over the cold. Nothing like the feeling of cold water running through your hair. He stripped off his wet clothing and tossed them on a nearby rock. Now, he was sure he kept some roots about here some where that he could use for soap…

He sniffed a particularly potent tree and stiffened, hearing more than water in the distance. Of course. The first rule of any prey. They always had to go to water. He felt the direction of the wind before winding silently through the trees, moving downwind of the boy. He had to check and see that the boy was fine. \'He might not have enough food to eat or clothes or anything. Just--it\'s part of Trunks out there, Vegeta.\' And the idiot had wondered why he\'d slugged him before taking off. He could tell by that injured look as he\'d raised his eyes back at him. Fool.... He peered through the branches and crouched down. Bathing.... Well...at least he was trying to cover his scent now. A bit too late for it though.

He finally found the root, a small worn down stub and groaned. Fantastic. That meant looking for more later. More time wasted when what he wanted to be doing was hunting. “Kami damn it, not like I need to eat right!?” He cursed the air and lathered his hands with what was left of the plant root. That also meant he was going to have to go for a few more days in clothes that were not washed as well as he preferred. “Fuck it, I’ll just go ransack a shop or something…” he muttered under his breath. Tails were useful things, especially when one did not have their own back scrub. After gently soaping up his fuzzy appendage he looped it up to get at those hard to reach places. Much better.

He watched the--was he using a root for soap--boy wash his body and curled his lip. Great. Just fucking great! No food and what was that about a shop? Great! Fantastic. Fan-fucking-tastic. He could hear the third-class rattling in his head. The third-class who still considered the mongrel in front of him to be half his son. So therefore he\'d want his son fed and clothed--and for the gods\' sake he\'d want him bathed properly! He wrinkled his nose and watched the tail flick up the boy\'s back before purposely blowing air out his nose in a loud snort.

What the?! He jumped at the sound of a loud snort and twisted about, dropping his ‘soap’ as he did so. His eyes came to rest on the imposer who was watching from near by. Vegeta. He tensed. How long has he been watching me…? Gotenks narrowed his eyes. “What the hell do you want?” he flicked his hand in an arrogant gesture and planted both fists on his hips.

He turned his head, resisting just barely the urge the spit, though he surely made all the motions to do so. \"The third-class actually gives a shit about you but can\'t seem to get off his ass and do anything about it. So the coward sent me....\" Black eyes met the other\'s and stayed there. \"Do you know how to survive, boy? Or is that what you call this?\" He sneered and gestured toward the boy and the root in his hand.

Always a bastard. Gotenks scowled. “I’m washing my self, what else should I use, rocks?” He sneered sarcastically and turned his back on Vegeta, though not his attention. You don’t need eyes to see when your entire existence relied on trained senses. “If he bloody cares so much about me then why don’t you tell him I said – Leave me the fuck alone.” He flicked his tail in contempt.

Vegeta\'s eyes narrowed. Contemptuous bastard. He smirked wide and long. \"Why don\'t you tell him? Or--is that what Kakarott believes to be his son in there really think?\" He snorted again. \"Frankly I think the man is delusion. But he\'s always been that.\" He flung a capsule at the boy, aiming it high and fast.

He didn’t need to think about his reaction. His ears heard the sudden movement and his senses told his arm exactly where to go, so as he half turned back, he snapped his hand up and caught the capsule easily. He replied to Vegeta with out hesitating. “He doesn’t even know who I am.” Gotenks glanced down at the capsule in his hand. “What’s this?”

He snorted a third and final time and rose from his crouch. \"Nobody knows who you are. Least of all yourself.\" Smirking, he answered the boy flippantly. \"What do you think it is? A bomb. I\'m here to finish your pathetic ass once and for all.\" Turning on his heels, he waved a hand back apathetically. \"You should find everything you need there. Now if you\'ll excuse me, I have to report back to the idiot.\"

He frowned and tossed the capsule beside the pile of his wet clothing. Of course he didn’t think it was a bomb. That was the stupidest thing ever. Vegeta wouldn’t try to kill him with a bomb; he’d probably try to beat the fuck out of him. He snorted to him self at that idea. He turned away again and said nothing as Vegeta left. Then again, a bomb probably had a better chance at harming him than Vegeta did. He grinned evilly at that.

Vegeta stopped then, brow creasing, and turned on his heels, stalking back toward the boy and waving toward the pile of clothes and obvious lack of nutrition the boy sported. \"And if I ever have to come back because Kakarott feels a fucking fluctuation in your ki again I will kick your ass myself!\" Then he turned and walked away, quite satisfied he\'d fulfilled whatever the fuck it was Kakarott had wanted.

Gotenks snickered as he turned about at Vegeta’s last words. “I would love to see you try.” He gave a mocking laugh and wondered if the irate Prince would rise to his not so subtle baiting. It had been a while since he had had a proper fight, not a “pounded in to dust” type fight by multiple assailants, but a proper one on one. Though Gotenks felt that predictably, Vegeta would turn him down, thinking that the fusion was not worth his time. Either that, Gotenks thought, or he wouldn’t want to soil those lovely white gloves of his with my horrid taint. Anger growled through him at the truth of that thought, Vegeta really would think like that. Bastard.

He stiffened slightly and slowed down his walk. He would love to see him try? Well, it was his lucky day. He\'d love to do it.... He stopped completely and turned back around, walking back to the pool and directly into it, wading toward the boy with a sneer plastered onto his face. He\'d come all this fucking way--and the boy\'s attitude had only strengthened his resolve. Gods Kakarott was an idiot...and he was more the idiot.... He shrugged as he steadily approached the other. \"Have it your way.\"

He was surprised to see Vegeta turn around, his eyebrows raised even higher when the man entered the water and said what he had. With a surprised protest Gotenks backed up, “Hey, can’t you wait till I’m dressed at least?” He scowled.

Vegeta\'s head cocked upwards, eyes taking on a strange glint as he took in the form before him. He sneered wider. \"Why? Afraid I\'ll fight you in a different way? There would be a certain kind of victory in that kind of battle, don\'t you think?\" He chuckled and stripped quickly and efficiently, throwing his clothes to join Gotenks\'. \"There. The playing field is levelled.\"

He couldn’t help being surprised. An emotion he certainly wasn’t on welcome terms with. Was that… innuendo… He should raise his fist and punch the fucker over. Beat him into a bloody pulp. Show him what pain really meant, with a side of reality bites. He snarled and raised his fist to do just that. No fucker plays games with Gotenks. Especially not that kind…

Vegeta laughed as the fist raised. \"My gods, boy! Are you that sensitive? Here you were telling Kakarott to fuck off and you can\'t manage to tell me the same?\" His sneer widened as his laughter died to chuckles. \"Got under your skin did I? Or did you like the idea?\" The last sentence was a hiss of menace as he suddenly charged head on.

He snarled as Vegeta charged at him, Kami damn it all! He narrowed his eyes. Of course the fucker had gotten under his skin, he couldn’t stand it! Constantly always there… That’s what you got from growing up worshiping Vegeta only to realise that after all those years he didn’t respect you one bit back. He can’t see me like his son, Gotenks realised this eventually, because he wasn’t. He was some one different, and yet… No time for contemplation. He had a naked ouji coming straight for him. Hell if he knew why…

Vegeta\'s hand ran parallel to the water before slapping into it and sending it crashing toward the boy with an accompanying shout. Using the spray as cover he jumped over the boy, coming up behind him with roundhouse toward his head.

Then suddenly he got a face full of water as Vegeta splashed a tsunami, blinding his senses. Crap, he should have seen that coming, it was a move he would have done him self. But there was no time to react because then the prince’s lethal little foot did violence to the back of his head. Crapfuckdamn! Then he was under the water, blinking bright sparks from his eyes. Feet touch the bottom, kick up, twist about, charge ki sphere in hand…

...only to find nothing behind him, but a hand grabbed his wrist and cold eyes glared at him. \"Idiot. You use ki and they\'ll all come running! I don\'t want interrupted and neither do you I\'m guessing. We do this the old-fashioned way. Unless you fear not using any ki at all....\" He smirked and jerked at the wrist, bringing his elbow toward a face fast and sharply.

He was right, and the last thing Gotenks wanted was another ‘free for all’ on his face. Speaking of which… His face was snapped aside with the lancing blow Vegeta managed to land on him and he twisted away, air born, from the ouji and grappled at the stone wall of the cave. With a wordless howl he leapt at the prince. So it was to be a battle of skill… no ki, no Super Saiyajin. Very well. Although Gotenks was a little disappointed he would not be able to use any of his unique ki moves on Vegeta, he had enough fist for the man to happy with.

Vegeta smirked as he watched the boy come at him, as he watched that face transform to one of pure fury and rage. Gods knew what he had to rage about. But--if he wanted to rage, Vegeta was more than happy to oblige him by setting him back on his ass. As the boy neared he chuckled and moved over the boy again, leaping straight into the air with no warning and pointing his toes with his hard boots still on his feet as he came straight down toward the other\'s back.

It became apparent to Gotenks that Newton’s gravity idea was a real asshole. He felt the breeze of Vegeta’s booted foot before it hit him, almost prophetic in its fate, he used every ounce of natural speed he could muster to twist, catch that booted foot painfully with his gut and seal his hands about Vegeta’s ankle and with a pained yet demonic smirk he pulled the ouji into the water with gravities consent.

Vegeta managed to get a breath in his lungs as he was forcefully dunked into the water before rearing as suddenly as he had gone down, bending forcefully at his waist and grabbing the two ears that stuck, unfortunately prominently, from the boy\'s head. He pulled the boy into his own head even as his other free foot cracked upwards between Gotenks\' legs.

Burning pain lashed through his head as Vegeta managed to get a nasty grip on his ears. Kami! It felt like the bastard was going to pull them right off! Then just to put the icing on the cake the fucker kicked him right in the goolies. All the air escaped his lungs in an almost silent gasp of pain, and then he wasn’t fighting any more. Pain became suddenly became quite the intimate partner.

Vegeta twisted, throwing Gotenks to the side and off of him and rising to stare at the other, wiping water from his brow to keep it from dripping into his eyes. \"Had enough already, boy? I\'ve barely warmed up and you\'re over their groaning. Don\'t you know to protect your vitals? Damn...try using a little strategy.... I know it\'s hard for your head to wrap around...but you don\'t have to be dumb as a rock.\" He kicked water at the prone form. \"Come on. You challenged...and I still haven\'t taught you your lesson yet.\"

“Fuck… you...” He snarled pushing him self up slowly off the floor. “You all fucking talk you know…” He couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face. “Great fucking Vegeta no Ouji, can’t even handle having a third class ‘baka’ beat him, let alone some fusion… which you know I can.” His eyes glared feral at the ouji, and he considered the oh so easy possibility of going level three on his ass… If the others came, well - just a friendly sparing match that’s all. Oh fuck it. He moved quickly, fist burning through the air and met with the prince’s visage like clay. See how dirt tastes, Prince.

He opened his mouth to protest the first--and perhaps mockingly concede the second, when a fist connected with the side of his face. He felt a brief flinch of pain, and then he was skidding out of the water and tumbling head over heels into the dirt. He took a moment to rise, spitting sandy dirt out of his mouth, before wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and chuckling to himself. Hypocrite. Always a damn hypocrite to the end. He stood and faced to boy before smirking at him and licking at the blood at the edge of his mouth. \"I didn\'t hurt your feelings now did I, boy?\"

He didn’t bother to answer him. Words in response to that question would have meant nothing. Perhaps his foot whipping up and kicking Vegeta in the neck was all that needed to be communicated. Gotenks was going to pin him against the wall and beat the fuck out of him… The least he deserved… He gave him one of his most charming smiles.

Oh what the hell. Even as his foot connected with the side of his neck, even as he felt his back collide with the wall, even as he heard the other coming upon him, he figured out what he would do. He was fucked up, insane to be thinking it. But the boy\'s discomfiture was enough to tell him that he\'d throw him off--and then kick his ass. He smirked into the smile, snapped out and caught the boy\'s shoulders, following his momentum and pulling him into him and clamped his lips onto his own, still smirking as he kissed Gotenks.

Then suddenly everything was like…what the fuck. He was… Vegeta was...kissing him. His lips were… his tongue was… Gotenks brain went lala and he wondered for a moment if this was one of those bizarre erotic dreams he sometimes found him self waking up from, aroused yet more than slightly disturbed. Cause that’s how he was feeling right now. At least that’s what he imagined the heat in his cheeks was. Then again, his thoughts weren’t going along the normal linear track right now. In fact he wasn’t even sure he was thinking at all. He blinked staring right into dark eyes. The...hell…?

Hn. Interesting. The boy tasted--and was he reacting to this?! No...no way was he even thinking of— He roughly pushed the boy away, pushing himself from the wall at the same time and wiping his mouth yet again before spitting at the ground. Rotten, disgusting, traitorous, vile body responding to that--that thing! He managed to look up and sneer. \"Are you quite sure you know *who* you\'re fighting, boy?\"

He stumbled backwards, brain catching up to reason some how. “What?” he stared at Vegeta until things began to fall into logical place. “You…” He blinked and then curled his tail modestly about his waist. He clenched his fists at his side, some strange angry feeling rolled through him that he couldn’t correctly identify before he managed to latch onto order long enough to make a logical response. “What do you mean… you were the one who…why did you do that?!” He hissed angrily.

Vegeta chuckled as he asked himself that very question. Although it was more of a \'what the fuck were you thinking, asshole\' kind of question. He shrugged. \"Seemed the thing to do. I mean,\" he raised a brow and gestured toward Gotenks, \"you\'re naked. I\'m naked. You’re uncomfortable with the whole thing.\" He smirked. \"Didn\'t I mention strategy in our discussion?\"

He shook his head and a dark smirk came to his face. Whatever, ouji. “Oh I see…” He said, words like chipped ice. “The strategy to kiss your ‘opponent’ when he’s naked…” He looked up and met Vegeta with his eyes. “So do you use that one on Goku every time you spar? Or do I just warrant that particular special attention.” He spat the last words. Uncomfortable… yes he was uncomfortable, but then that hastened the question: Why wasn’t the ouji?

Vegeta managed to keep the smirk on his face by a bare margin. A very bare margin. It turned into a sour smirk instead. \"Even he\'s not stupid enough to bitch at me when he\'s naked.... Or did you forget who instigated what, boy?\" He folded his arms across his chest, white gloves still present. \"As if my lips would soil themselves on him!\"

Gotenks felt a serpent curl inside his belly and he couldn’t help but bare his fangs in a toothy evil little grin. “You’re telling me, you would rather kiss me than your full blood Saiyajin rival?” He shook his head in portrayed amusement. “Now you know ouji,” He spat the title. “Doesn’t that sound just a little contrary…to you? After all, I’m a filthy fusion right?” Gotenks growled the insult between his teeth. “How on earth could I some how be a better thing to kiss than a ‘third class’.” He reached up one hand to shove Vegeta back by his shoulder. “As for instigating, I was just having a bathe.” He narrowed his eyes to little slits. Something was going on here, and he would get to the bottom of it. Vegeta was holding something back.

Vegeta growled at the shove and shoved Gotenks right back. \"For your information that third-class hasn\'t been my rival since--\" Since you were young. It was what he was going to say. Damn Kakarott! Damn him and his idiotic mouth and his cheery voice and his infectious grin! Damn him and damn the boy in front of him who wanted to throw it all back in his face. He growled deeper and shoved his whole body against the other’s. \"What you are is a murderous bastard whose only use is to sit in this forest and make sure some crazy scientist doesn\'t make all the squirrels rabid!\"

Gotenks shoved right back, his time keeping his hand pinned to the princes chest. He couldn’t help his amusement at that statement, he almost giggled. “Hehee… Squirrels?! Fucking rabid squirrels?!” He snickered and shook his head with a grin. “The only rabid things about here appear to be the fucking Saiyans.” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh again or punch the fucker in the face.

Growling again, he reached up, wrapping his hands around the wrists of the other and pulling him into him, making sure he wouldn\'t break free since he seemed so inclined to stay close. \"Rabid? You don\'t even know what a fucking Saiyan is, boy.\" And for some strange reason his lips were locked onto the other\'s--again, and this time his tongue slipped between the lips, running along the inside and gods he tasted like a Saiyan.

When Vegeta jerked him forward his immediate reaction was anger at what Vegeta said but that vanished like a blue moon when once again the prince was kissing him. This time he was less surprised at the action and more so at his response. Kami… was that his tongue?! Gotenks could taste him, Vegeta’s tongue moving in his mouth like a sweet fruit of some exotic kind that tasted like musky spices. As much as his brain told him to step back and punch Vegeta to kingdom come, he found his body wasn’t responding. Well… at least not in that way.

Gods he was going to kill himself later and not be able to look anyone straight in the eye for months, but right now he was going to shove that hideously betrayed voice to the back of his head and fucking enjoy this boy. He slid his hands over Gotenks\' wrists and rested him on his hips, pulling at him to bring their bodies closer. Come on...surely he knew how to do this.

He curled his hands about Vegeta’s hips, his fingers and palms basked in the primal heat of his skin. He wasn’t really sure why he was doing this, he half expected Vegeta to shove him away again; some how blame him for his own sexual advances. And he wouldn’t be surprised if after… No he didn’t really want to go there. He supposed to him self if this was going to be something, then he might as well be involved, so he tilted his head to the side and, his dark eyes watching the princes, he slowly slid his tongue along the one taking his mouth, sliding it along and into the warmth of Vegeta’s own mouth. Interesting, his mind pondered in a detached fashion. He tastes… so… so… His blood seemed to run like molten lead through his veins. It was like Vegeta was stealing all his breath and he slid his hands around the prince’s hips to run curved nails over his ass. Stealing his breath back.

Vegeta couldn\'t stop the moan and didn\'t try to as the boy\'s tongue joined his own in exploring his mouth. He thrust forward as his hand found his ass and clenched his fingers tighter into his hips. Oh yessssss.... It\'d been far too long and he feared he didn\'t much care who took who tonight....

The prince’s moan seemed to trigger some deep dark part of him that growled. The sound escaped from his throat and he pushed him self up against the prince, rocking their hips together. He bit Vegeta’s lip and licked at, sucking it into his mouth before he slid his tongue back into the hot depths of Vegeta’s mouth. Words didn’t matter any more, all he could see was images, many things he could do. His hand slid over Vegeta’s ass, his right roughly caressing as his left ran up the man’s back.

Vegeta had to break the kiss to breath, to gasp and match the motions from the other\'s hips with his own, running his hands down to the other\'s thighs to dig his fingers in there, wanting to push them closer, impossibly closer together. He arched himself into the other, not caring if it seemed a particularly begging move. He wanted more already!

A small growling moan breathed between them as Vegeta’s body seemed to bend so gracefully into his own. His eyes narrowed into slits of desire. Kami, he never noticed how fucking sexy the prince was, especially now when he was moaning and dancing between his hands like a sex god. He slit his right hand around the princes thigh and brushed light inexperienced but enthusiastic fingers against the hard arousal that he found there, trying to battle roughly against his own. He abandoned Vegeta’s mouth as his fingers curled about the prince’s sex and danced his tickling explorative tongue down the man’s neck and over his throat. Something warred with in him, something instinctive told him to bite, rip into that slender throat with his sharp fang teeth, and paint the prince’s skin in such pretty crimson art.

Vegeta\'s throat vibrated as he leaned his head back, eyes narrowed to slits that stared at nothing as that hand, that glorious, fucking wonderful hand played across his cock. Danced and slithered and gods the boy was new to this but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. He growled upwards to the sky and ran his fingers behind Gotenks\' grasping for a tail and rewarded by the sinewy, lashing appendage as it ran through his fingers. He curled his fingers lightly on it and threaded it around and between his hands.

He loved this, tasting, licking of this man’s throat, so delicious. He played with the idea of how long it would take until his instincts overruled what little reason he had left. His fingers smoothed them selves about the ouji’s hard throbbing length, thumb running over a weeping slit, and fingers, which caressed and stroked the pulsating vein which ran along it. But fleeting as this play was, he couldn’t have imagined the sudden euphoric sensory drowning he fell into when the prince captured his tail. “Huhhnnn…” Fuck. In all meanings of the word. His eyes clenched shut as fingers crept through the sensitive furry appendage. His breath stuttered into short pants. What… he didn’t know it could feel like that… He moaned and tried to some how gain some form of control again.

The body shuddered deliciously next to him and he lowered his head to capture those lips again, to taste something so Saiyan and so missed.... Gods he\'d missed this! He continued to torment and tease the tail delicately, relishing his advantage over him while he envied the boy his appendage. He pressed his body urgently into the others\', trying to convey a sense of \'want to fuck *now*\' and growled into the kiss, nipping at his lower lip.

If that didn’t say it then nothing else would. Vegeta no Ouji wanted a fuck, and if Gotenks was correct he didn’t care how. With a practiced shove he managed to dislodge Vegeta’s fingers from his tail long enough to gather his senses together. He grinded his hard dick up against Vegeta’s with a moan and whispered with lustful tone, “So… the prince wants a fuck huh..?” He ran his tongue up the ouji’s throat to nip at his ear. His hand abandoned the ouji’s leaking member and he raised his fingers up to run along the princes lips. “Unless you want it to hurt… really… bad, I suggest you… suck.” He smirked against his ear, his own tongue licking around its shell.

Black eyes glared at the other before he smirked and took the fingers into his mouth--biting down hard and sucking at the blood that welled up, licking over the marks and agitating them. He rubbed back just as hard and growled warningly. He was damned if this boy was going to forget just who he was fucking and how long he\'d been fucking before he\'d been thought of.

He growled as Vegeta bit and sucked at his fingers, and he wondered if it was psychologically “okay” to be getting off on pain like this… He smirked and pulled his fingers free, at the same time he leaned forward, slit his knee between the prince’s legs and savagely claimed that evil mouth back in a kiss, he licked about tasting his own blood and bit Vegeta’s lip again to get him back. As he did this he ran his wetted fingers around behind Vegeta and slid them between the round cheeks of his ass. Rubbing, he found the princes tight hot little entrance and rubbed against it with two fingers. Desire was such a delightful drug.

His next growl was swallowed as his lips were claimed and he bucked as a knee slid between his legs, rocking on it and back onto the fingers caressing his entrance. Gods--if the boy didn\'t hurry it up he was going to fuck it all and just take him--dry.... But--it was polite-- Oh gods be damned! He moaned and caught that soft, velvety tail in his hands again. He\'d make the boy do what he wanted!

Gotenks gasped as his tail was snagged again by the Prince and it took all his strength to stay upright and not collapse into a melted puddle of Gotenks spooge. Fuck it. He pushed his fingers inside the prince, pushing them in as far as he could and then slowly letting them slip free. If the fucker wanted it now then he would get it now. He grabbed Vegeta by the hips and spun him about, pushing him face first against the wall. He kneed the princes legs apart and swiftly guided his weeping cock pass the barely stretched opening and thrust, hard, with a loud groan.

Vegeta\'s smirk at the instantaneous reaction was short-lived as he was spun around, pressed into the cavern wall, ad entered so forcefully he felt his teeth chatter together. And godssssssss was that just right. He felt every muscle in his body tense and then relax one at a time before he rocked back on the erection seated so very deeply inside him. His groan as the cock actually moved--gods it moved!--inside of him was low and long.

Fuck. Sooo fucking tight… Gotenks purred as he forcefully thrust into Vegeta’s backward sways, the sounds that man could make! Gotenks wondered at the incredibility of it. Not that right now he cared. Fucking was so kami-damn good. There was something wholesomely cathartic about fucking Vegeta. Giving and taking pleasure out of some one who in the past had only ever cut him with icy barbs. Now he had a wonderful come back for any such future nastiness, “Yeah, is that so? Well I fucked you.” That would shut him up. With a smirk he pounded into the sex-made-flesh Saiyan Prince, pounded him right up against the wall, alternating between deep hard inward thrusts and achingly slow drawn out back thrusts. Damn… so fucking gooooood. He licked at the back of Vegeta’s neck, nipping him roughly with sharp teeth as he purred.

\"Aaaaaah.\" Did he say that aloud? Ah, fuck if he knew or cared. He just wanted him to push harder and go faster and gods couldn\'t he--? He let out another sound, a pinched gasp, as Gotenks did exactly that. He could feel the cold stone digging into his flesh, a contrast to the heat behind him. Such a heady contrast. And then teeth descended on his neck and he lowered to give the other access, ramming backwards against the cock in his ass. \"Oooooh godssssssss....\"

He almost couldn’t believe how good this was. If he was to die right now, there would never be a more pleasant way to go. His back arched as he slammed into sweat glistened flesh, the prince’s ass was a flushed red from his unrelenting forceful thrusts. Such lovely sexy sounds he made. He lent down close, lathering the back of his neck with rough strokes of his tongue, he whispered “Hnnn.. you seem to be enjoying my ..cock.. up your ass…” He bit at his ear and drifted one hand from Vegeta’s waist to wrap forcefully about his aching cock and stroked. Kami, he could feel a glorious burning in the pit of his stomach, god, he wanted to come. His tail flicked about to slap roughly against Vegeta’s back, then sensuously stroked down his bare skin to brush lightly over the scar where the princes tail use to be.

Oh godssss.... And if he called out to them one more time they might just listen and punish him for this. Might. He doubted it. He began to pant wordlessly as the hand closed around his cock, began to grunt with each thrust as that tail he had tormented hit against his flesh and worked its way down. And his eyes popped open impossibly wide, slamming back into the cock buried in him and forward into the waiting hand. His head fell back as that lovely tell did marvelous things to where his own used to be. His eyes fluttered and then he felt the build and let out choking sounds as it rose and rose and then came and there was nothing but him still moving and Gotenks still pounding and stroking and him screaming with or without sound he wasn\'t quite sure and oh GODS he\'d never felt anything quite this intense. Surely he hadn\'t.

Gotenks might have laughed with genuine amusement at the lusty cries that then came from Vegeta had the Prince’s oncoming orgasm not suddenly restricted the world down to the tight burning channel that Gotenks’ cock filled so gratifyingly. He threw his head back with gasping breaths as everything seemed to explode into supernova symphony. With a cry from his own lips, he came hard, thrusting into that tight liquid heat as his seed was wrenched from him with gasping breath. He could feel Vegeta’s hot fluid all over his stroking hand and he was very confident that at any moment his legs were about to give out on him.

It was Vegeta\'s own legs, however, that gave out first. He felt himself fold, half held by the wall and half held by Gotenks and knowing the support behind him wasn\'t going to last long and gods he felt numb and tingly--tingly!--everywhere. He let out another moan as he felt the rock shift against his skin and cause him to shiver lightly. Mmmm, that had been wonderfully exhilarating...but now he was tired enough to sleep a week. Or at least for the rest of the night, which was a nice change of pace for him.... Now--he could only hope that Gotenks would be tired enough as well to just shut up and let him borrow body heat from him.

With a shuddering sigh he unconsciously pulled the prince back against him and unceremoniously collapsed on the floor. Over and over in his mind he could hear the chant: Best. Fuck. Ever. But unfortunately for him he was far too exhausted to fight against its seductive jingle. He grunted and curled his tail about something and wondered if he’d be dead before morning… or at least attemptedly dead, he doubted Vegeta could really kill him… yeah he was about 54% sure of that which was as good rating as he could ever hope for.

He let out a sigh as something curled warm and soft curled around his waist and rolled over onto his sigh, burrowing into the warmth underneath him and not really giving a damn what it was. He body wanted sleep, his eyes were heavy, and this was the most comfortable he\'d felt in at least a decade. By the gods he was going to sleep and he was going to sleep right now. He let his hand shift through the fur around his waist and let his eyes drift shut, unaware of his quiet purring.