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Just call me Ouji-Sama, Sex-Ed Instructor	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just call me Ouji-Sama, Sex-Ed Instructor.

Cool hands swept over his upper body, spreading out to feel the contours of his chest; trembling under the explorative touch of the naive virgin. A brush over the perk nipple made him sigh; pleased with the gasped he heard. He leaned up, his powerful arms holding his weight as he looked down into the innocent one’s eyes, the young one was unsure of himself; questioning eyes implored the elder for answers. Vegeta eased his head back lightly reaching out to stroke his student’s smooth face; gently coaxing the virgin to carry on, a sign that what he had done was indeed pleasurable.

He eased back allowing the pillows to cradle his head, and closed his eyes; concentrating on the shy touches, feeling how smooth the skin was on those digits; a far cry from the dexterous and rough hands that once graced his skin. How he missed those skilled hands. The set that glided over his skin were no less pleasurable in a far different sense; these hands excited him, these inexperienced hands trembled above his rock hard muscles, they ignited a fire in him; these hands never touched another like this, he was the first to take this little lamb and transform him into a man. The first to taint the boy’s innocents; Vegeta smirked, he was no more of a boy then he a Sayian man, his inexperience was the only thing that kept him a child to his eyes. Vegeta was far more than willing to be the boy’s first, it has been quite a long time since he felt the powerful thrust’s of a Sayian male; a demi will have to do.

A ghostly brush over his tight strained erection made him hiss through his teeth; he looked back down to the boy. In those large innocent eyes he felt a pang in his heart; so much like his sire’s. Those doe like eyes begging for permission to explore, touch and taste; Vegeta smiled warmly and spread his legs giving all the permission the boy asked for. He watched the smile never dissipating; the boy moved forward lightly touching his shaft with tentative hands, learning the girth and width, the heat of his flesh, and scent of his desire. The strokes were slow, uneven, and unsteady; portraying exactly what he knew, inexperience. He waited, his patience seemed unending; many a time he just demanded what he wanted, unwilling to wait. He will keep his composure, after-all this was the boy’s first time; he would not scare the boy.

Vegeta let out a light groan causing the boy to snap his head and with in fascinated eyes he watched the elder repeating the same action; the reaction was no different, gaining the extra boost of confidence he stroked more firmly. Vegeta squirmed under the firm uneven strokes; he needed a pace, a rhythm. He snaked his hand on top of the boy’s and pumped, looking into those innocent eyes once again reassuring the boy with a smile, showing him, teaching him. “Place your thumb on the tip.” Vegeta whispered and covered the boy’s thumb showing him a new technique; shallow pumps, and the thumb sliding over his slick tip made him pant. Little groans left his throat and he didn’t bother to quell them, no the boy needed to know exactly how much he was enjoying this, he pulled his hand away to take a hold of the unused hand of the boy; he laid that innocent delicate hand on his chest, showing the boy exactly where he wanted to be touched.

Vegeta arched when the boy placed pressure on the slit with his thumb and throaty moan escaped him; a move that his sire would do, oh so much like his sire. The little fact that this was his ex-lovers child did not deter him away, no; it just brought him closer to the idea. When the boy came looking to learn about the pleasures of flesh, he thought it would be just a simple conversation on the fact; he grinned when he found the true reason. It seemed the boy knew what kind of ‘sparing’ he and his sire were up to on a weekly basis, and he wanted that kind of ‘action’. Who was he to say no? It been a long time since he felt being taken, he wanted to feel that alive again.

Vegeta grasped the boy’s pumping hand and yanked it away, panting harshly, nearing his completion. “Not like this.” He gasped. “I want us to cum together boy.” He smirked at the dumbfounded yet eager expression on the boy’s face; just like his sire had on his first try. Vegeta hiked his hips upwards, spreading his legs further, cupping his groin to pull upwards making sure the area below was more than visible. “Get the lube boy.”

Vegeta nearly chuckled as the boy nodded dumbly, near to drooling at the sight given to him. He watched as the boy frantically moved around searching for the tube, he took in a deep breath and relaxed. “Boy, calm down. There is no rush. I’m not leaving anytime soon.” Vegeta flashed a toothy grin at the blushing boy. Vegeta let out an auditable ‘offf’ when the body jumped forward on the bed, earning a frown.

“Sorry…” The boy hung his head, his excitement getting the better of him.

Vegeta gave a curt nod; he was never one for speaking during intimate moments. He was more for ‘getting the job done’. “You remember what you need to do with that?”

“Yes Vegeta-Sama.”

“Good.” Vegeta leaned back against the pillow once again, relaxing his internal muscles. He almost jumped when the cold slippery liquid ran down the crack of his bottom. A hiss expelled when lubed cold digits touched his opening, gently coaxing the tight ring to relax under the light brushes of that finger. Vegeta gritted his teeth together as that digit moved in and out around the ring only, never fully penetrating; the boy must be awed and excited to feel the ring loosen and tighten around the tip of his index. Slowly that finger eased in bits at a time.

“Kami Vegeta-Sama, it’s so tight. How am I going to fit my…you know… in there?” The curious youthful voice questioned.

Vegeta chuckled through hisses; the boy was even too shy to say cock, give him some time and he’ll have that boy whipped right into shape. “Yeah, that’s why you have to stretch me first. Once…” A hard hiss. “Once you have three fingers in me at ease, then you put you’re cock in.” Vegeta cracked open an eye to watch the boy blush deepen to a scarlet red, the irony wasn’t lost to him. Here this boy sat finger deep in another man, blushing furiously from hearing the word cock; such an innocent boy. Vegeta dilated his hips trying to make the finger touch a spot in him, angling his hips to that perfect little bundle, when he felt a shot of pleasure run throughout his body he knew he found it. “Stay… Stay right there; keep your finger right there.” Vegeta gasped for air, calming his body down. He leaned back up to look in the boys eyes. “You feel that bump?”

“Yes Vegeta-Sama.”

Vegeta smiled. “That is called a prostate, and it feels oh soooo good when you stroke it.” Vegeta let out a sighing hiss when the boy felt the bump once again. “It will make the penetration easier if you aim for that spot, less time to wait for the real fun, you understand?” The boy nodded soaking all the information in.

The boy used that information quite well, stroking that spot over and over, testing the pressure and light touches to see how Vegeta reacted more to; what he showed more favor to. He watched as the most proud, hard-assed man he knew writhe under him, moaning and groaning, it was unreal, it was the most erotic thing he ever witnessed. No wonder his father kept running off to this man whenever he could.

Vegeta arched once again feeling his balls tighten under his hand, feeling the tip of his cock spread its sticky liquid over his arm. He felt the coil tighten in his belly, he didn’t want to cum like this. He knew he told the boy to get three fingers in him easily before the main course, but it couldn’t wait. “N..Now, put your cock in now.” Vegeta trembled violently when the fingers removed themselves, his entrance weeping out the lube like mock tears, crying out its lost.

Vegeta could feel the boy tremble in fear or excitement above him, he didn’t know which one; it didn’t manner. He could feel the boy poke around down there, searching for the small opening, like the virgin he was. “Hold your cock boy, and place it in my ass.” His unending patience finally found its bottom. With a huff he felt the thick phallus push forward then stop suddenly. He frowned as he leaned up to investigate the problem. “What’s wrong?” Did the boy have a change of heart?

“I’m going to hurt you Vegeta-Sama, your just too tight.”

Vegeta chuckled swiping a hand down the boy’s face. “Of course it’s going to hurt at first.” Vegeta gave that warming smile which seemed to work in calming down the boy. “Rest assured once you hit my prostate it will be short then amazing. So put it in boy, thrust in quickly, it will be much easier for your partner if you do it that way.”

He nodded listening to the elders words. Taking a strong hold of his base he slid it up and down the man’s ass, finding the wrinkled orifice he was searching for. He watched as it twitched with excitement, watch the lube catch the lights of his room, he took a deep breath never taking his eyes away; he gasped as he watch his cock get engulfed in that searing heat, felt the shudders race through him as he penetrate the Prince of all Sayians. A man who watched him grow from a boy to a man, a man he feared and respected, a man that was over twice his age, a man whose body was indescribable; it couldn’t have been any better. Who else better to take away his innocents, and make him a man then the Prince?

Vegeta shuddered as he listened to the boy above him moan, whimpered, cried, and roared above him; the out cry of virginity ripped away, he couldn’t be more pleased. It was a damn good distraction from the awful burning of the stretch. God that boy was sure packing, Vegeta would expect no less.

The first thrusts were a far cry from pleasurable, they hurt plain and simple; it was sporadic, undulating, and grinding, it added to the burning that engulfed Vegeta’s core, he wouldn’t allow the boy to continue them. “Sss… stop.” He gathered his breath and wits about him, relaxing around the boy’s thick manhood. “You got to build a rhythm, count in your mind one for in, two for out. I’ll tap you on the shoulder to go faster.”

“Sorry Vegeta-Sama.” The boy knew there were no need for apologies, Vegeta knew and understood this was his first and agreed to help him along with his experience; holding his hand through this wonderful experience. He pulled out, counting in his head as Vegeta instructed, he couldn’t believe how good it felt to be in the elder, the heat was scorching him, the slickness giving him erotic friction, and the tightness holding him so hard and dear. He whimpered like a blubbering baby for mother’s milk, but no matter how much he tried he couldn’t stop.

Vegeta moved his hips keeping the boy in the rhythm he wanted feeling the slid of the cock against his most private intimate parts inside his body fuelled his desire. He reached out and took a strong hold of the boy’s wide shoulders arching inwards to make the blunt steel of the boy’s cock to strike his prostate. He grappled to cling on as the sensation racked his smaller frame, he moan loudly looking deep into those eyes; just like his sire’s. Vegeta quickly tapped on the arm signaling it was time to speed up the pace.

His arms were becoming sore from holding his weight above Vegeta, his hips were beginning to cramp, unaccustomed to the continuous movements; it all past on by the light tapping from the Prince, his body moved with revived vigor, building up speed was lost to him; he went from 1,2 system to a 9,10 within seconds.

Vegeta clung on for the hard ride, the forceful pounds making his whole body jump; for the first time ever he yelped, the sound was foreign to him, no-one has ever made him make such a noise. He locked eyes on the boy seeing him near feral, his teeth bared, eyes silted, growling like an animal, thrusting with all his might; he never been more turned on. The only thing he could have done was wrap his legs and arms around the boy and hold on for dear life as he was taken so violently; he would have it no other way.

His thrusts gained more power behind them, thrusting like it was his first and late time ever to experience such bliss. Sweat dropped down on the chest of his partner, his growl deepened as he was mesmerized by the trial the droplets embarked on the scarred skin below. His cock throbbed, he was caught in something he didn’t know and yet knew his whole life; masturbation never felt this good. The only warning he got was the snapping inside the pit of his belly, his balls drawled up and he swore they would suck up in his stomach and be lost forever. “Immmm... I’m gonna cum.”

Vegeta snapped his hand away taking a firm hold of his aching cock, stroking furiously to get at the pinnacle with the boy. He concentrated on the cock striking his prostate, the boy’s balls smacking against his ass, and his working hand. “Oh fuck. Nnnggg!” Vegeta arched spilling his thick creamy substance over his hand and abs.

The boy tossed his head back as he slammed through the impossibly tight throbbing inside’s of the Prince, he grunted lipping Vegeta’s name over and over. A thick wave of euphoria lock him in place, stealing him of all though, ripping him away from the very world he was in tossing him in a blank white-filled space of erotic tingling, floating aimlessly in the sensations. “Ohhhhhh kami.”



Two bodies collided in a boneless heap, gasping, sweating, and cursing of one’s fulfillment. Vegeta sighed idly stroking the now man’s back feeling the perspiration of his hard earn manhood dissipate above the cooling skin. He smiled widely pleased at his accomplishment. He grunted as the younger male removed his weight from him looking down with imploring eyes; Vegeta raised a brow, what did he expect? They didn’t come together out of love, did the boy expect little words of love and devotion. It would be quite hard for him to give these words, since he did have a wife; not very devoted. Vegeta sighed and removed himself from the disheveled bed, giving the young man a smirk; using his uncanny wit to remove the tension from the air. “Well that’s the end of our class.” He chuckled at the amused grunt he received.

“Mr. Ouji-Sama, what was my above all mark?” The young man chimed in.

“Well Mr. Goten Son.” Vegeta took a hold of his chin in deep thought. ‘I am sorry to inform you, you did not pass this class.”

“What!!! But you came, and so did I!!” Goten shouted in shocked.

Vegeta turned and gave Goten a sideway glance. “You forgot one main thing about a Sayian male, which I’m afraid, made your over all mark suffer considerably.” Vegeta chuckled at the chastise look on Goten’s face. “Another thing.” Vegeta watched as Goten was readying himself for another attack on his performance. “There will be a retest next week if you choose to do.”

Goten perked up a devious smile on his face. “Oh, I’ll take that retest sir, and I promise you I’ll rock that test’s world.” Goten winked.

Vegeta walked into the bathroom to clean up his mess, barking with laughter at the boy’s attempt of innuendo; it was cute.

Don’t read many pairings of these two, especially where Vegeta is uke, so I thought to give it a try, figured why not. Also this is a test to see how much reaction I get from this one-shot, if it is well perceived then I will write a chapter fic of the two.
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