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Deceitful Allies and Trustworthy Foes	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNINGS: Hooray for language! ^^ And some delicious lemon and lime x)
(…) Author’s thoughts
As soon as they reached the street, Kakarot thought it was best to bring the intoxicated noble back to his temporary residence so he could sober up. It was a little ways from where they were, but it was better than taking him back home in his state. When they arrived, Kakarot dragged Vegeta inside and carefully set him on the floor by the fire pit and proceeded to build a fire. As he did this, Vegeta started to go into hysterical fits of laughter. Kakarot tried to ignore this new behavior, but he couldn’t help but become concerned for the young noble. “Vegeta? Are you…alright?” He cautiously took a few steps toward the noble.
For some reason, this caused Vegeta to laugh even harder. Unable to keep up his sitting position, he fell backwards onto the floor and continued the laughter. Concern growing by the second, Kakarot kneeled next to the fallen noble. “Vegeta?” The noble tried to breathe as he turned his face to the side. “Breathe, Vegeta. Breathe.” He didn’t know how, but Vegeta managed to get some air for a moment before the laughter started again. Now, Kakarot was really starting to panic. “Vegeta, what’s wrong with you?” His voice was becoming hysteric.
Vegeta finally reached up a hand and covered the samurai’s eyes. Kakarot was going to remove it, but decided there was no harm in letting it stay. After a moment, the laughter died down some and Vegeta panted air into his lungs. “Kakarot…you’re always…so serious.” He chuckled.
Kakarot relaxed as Vegeta regained his composure. “I’m sorry.” However, his features stayed concerned, not knowing whether or not this was a good thing.
Vegeta felt the samurai’s features tense underneath his hand. “Just…keep smiling that… idiotic smile you rarely show…on that handsome face of yours.” He couldn’t help but smile himself as he remembered the calming expression and slowly removed his hand from Kakarot’s eyes to place it on his cheek.
Kakarot was at a loss for words. His jaw dropped slightly at the comment…or was it an insult? He moved his hand upon Vegeta’s and concern once again replaced his features. “Vegeta, you’re not sounding like yourself.”
The noble’s blush became more apparent as he sat up, not removing his hand from the samurai’s smooth face. “I don’t feel like myself.” He moved his face closer until he was just a breath away from Kakarot’s. He hesitated there as the heat from their lungs came out to warm each other’s faces. Kakarot noted Vegeta’s breath smelled strongly of sake, but quickly forgot about it as the noble closed the gap and lazily pressed their lips together.
Vegeta didn’t seem to have the strength to move against him until he put his other hand behind the samurai’s head and pressed them more firmly together. Kakarot moved his lips against those warm soft ones and resisted the urge to moan. However, Vegeta didn’t hold back as he moved closer to the samurai and pressed himself against him. He moaned at the close contact, his drunken stupor causing the feeling to intensify his already heated body. Kakarot gave in as well when their bodies touched. He moaned along with the noble as he snaked his arms around him, bringing him closer. Vegeta moved into Kakarot’s lap and got a better hold of his hair and intensified their kiss. He moaned again and Kakarot took advantage of the sound to delve his tongue into the warm recess’s of the noble’s mouth. The taste of sake immediately hit his taste buds as he cringed and pulled away. He tasted so much better last time.
“Vegeta, I can’t. ‘We’ can’t. I’m…I’m a dangerous man to be around.” Their actions were causing him to lose his concentration on the situation.
Vegeta groaned, sick of the same old story. “I don’t care. I want you.” He connected their lips again as his hands roamed lazily over that perfect body.
Kakarot moaned in protest, then reluctantly got a hold of Vegeta’s arms and pushed him back slightly. “Not to mention you’re drunk.”
The noble smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll remember it in the morning. I always do.” He leaned forward again, except this time he aimed for Kakarot’s jaw and worked down from there.
Kakarot whimpered as his throat was assaulted with licks and gentle bites. “I don’t…understand you, Vegeta. First, you talk about how ashamed you felt from what we did and now you’re-ah!” His sentence was suddenly cut off as he arched into the smaller who paid special attention to the samurai’s jugular that made him react in such a way.
After a moment, Vegeta left the reddened skin to work his way back up to the samurai’s mouth. “I don’t have…the ability to think right now…Kakarot.” He connected his lips on that smooth skin between every other word. “Now, I just know…that I need you.” He brought their lips together more eagerly, ending all conversation as he pushed himself forward so the samurai would lay back.
Kakarot obliged, not noticing his position as he was distracted by the kiss. After a few minutes, Vegeta reluctantly broke away and sat up. Kakarot whimpered at the loss of heat as Vegeta smirked down at him. Slowly, the noble began to pull off his shirt. Coming back to the present, Kakarot realized where this was going and tried, once again, for this to stop. “Vegeta…I don’t…want you to regret this again.” He tried to make himself look serious but failed as the black garment slid off of that nicely toned torso and was thrown across the room.
Vegeta’s half-lidded, drunken gaze didn’t change as he proceeded to eagerly take off the samurai’s shirt. While trying to do so, he decided that Kakarot’s mouth needed more attention and leaned over to cover it with his own while still trying to take off the annoying, red garment. “I won’t. I promise.” He growled the last part in hunger against the samurai’s lips as the shirt finally complied and slipped it over his head.
Their lips connected again and both moaned in need as their skin slid together. They broke apart for air as Vegeta immediately went for the samurai’s scarred chest. Kakarot gasped as he gripped the noble’s head and arched into that pleasurable tongue. Vegeta hummed at the reaction as he continued his ministrations further downward. When he came across the sash, he pulled one of the tied strings with his teeth and loosened the knot, then continued to untie it with his hands. When the annoying thread was out of the way, he just as eagerly pushed down the samurai’s white pants and tossed them aside. While the noble was at it, he stood and got rid of his own pants and tossed them on the same side of the room where his shirt lay.
He smiled and blushed a little more as Kakarot sat up to admire the beauty that stood before him. Vegeta took a wobbly step toward him and placed his hands on those muscular shoulders, then seated himself more comfortably on Kakarot’s lap. His whole body heated up a few degrees when he felt a certain excited appendage push against him. However, it only made him more excited in return as he kissed his samurai. They held each other closely and kissed until neither of them could take it anymore.
Vegeta pulled away and gazed at his lover passionately before lifting himself slightly and waited. Kakarot got the message and held his manhood as Vegeta slowly made his descent on the leaking appendage. He gasped as he felt the wet tip touch his entrance and exhaled as he descended further. Kakarot watched the noble closely as his tip penetrated the tight entrance. Discomfort etched onto Vegeta’s features for a moment as Kakarot held him, letting him get used to him before moving any farther.
The noble took a few breaths before nodding his head and Kakarot loosened his hold as Vegeta slipped down further onto his impressive manhood. Vegeta arched his back and moaned loudly as he was stretched and filled. “Relax or it won’t get any better.” Kakarot whispered in the noble’s ear, who gripped his shoulders, his nails digging into them as he was seated fully. Kakarot held his noble close and waited patiently for him to adjust, trying his hardest not to push more into that tight, searing heat. Despite having done this before, it was as if it was their first time.
After a moment, Vegeta complied and relaxed, causing him to slip more onto the appendage and he cried out, trying not to tense up again. Spots started to appear in his vision and he wondered for a moment if he was going to pass out. Soon the spots subsided and he moved his arms more around his samurai to make sure he was still there. “How are you doing? Want me to continue?” Kakarot panted to his tipsy lover.
All Vegeta could do was nod and move his hips slightly. Both moaned at the movement and panted as the friction grew between them. Vegeta held on tight to his lover as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. Kakarot did the same as he tried to match the movement. After a few more thrusting motions with the hips, Vegeta suddenly cried out in ecstasy when a certain spot was hit. However, Kakarot stopped all movement, taking that as a bad sign, when Vegeta tried to get him to move again. “Don’t stop now. Please, more.” He panted at his lover as Kakarot’s concerned features turned into contentment.
“Of course, Your Highness.” The samurai kissed his passionate lover as he began to move his hips, as much as he could, again.
Vegeta cried out in a passionate tone as that spot inside him was assaulted with gentle thrusts. The pressure in his lower stomach and loins returned as the spot was hit over and over again, but it wasn’t enough. Then, Vegeta started rocking a little more quickly, desperately wanting to experience that released feeling again. His nails started digging more into the creamy skin on the samurai’s back, leaving deep marks in their wake as he rocked. Kakarot couldn’t describe the unbelievable feeling he was experiencing at that moment as his lover whimpered in his ear. “More.”
Kakarot moaned in response as he resituated Vegeta on his back, not pulling out as he continued his actions with more gusto. “Ah! Kakarot!” The fantastic feeling of having that hot appendage hit his prostate over and over was unbelievable. He didn’t know how much longer he could last.
Suddenly, Vegeta cried out for his lover as his back arched and the pressure that was building in his lower stomach released between them. Kakarot cried out for him as well just when he felt the noble’s passage tighten even more. He thrust his hips forward one more time before exploding inside his spent lover. His back arched as the feeling passed and a pleased stare watched him in bliss. They stayed that way for a moment until Kakarot’s arms gave out and he had to rest on his forearms that rested on either side of Vegeta’s head. They touched foreheads as they both caught their breath. They stared at each other with exhausted eyes until Kakarot broke the contact and collapsed next to his lover.
Vegeta gasped as the appendage quickly left his sensitive entrance, but immediately forgave him when he mumbled an apology and pulled him closer. They looked longingly into each other’s eyes and kissed every now and then as they slowly succumbed to sleep. As soon as Kakarot saw his noble fall into a peaceful slumber, he followed soon after. Neither thought to cover themselves from the cool night air that wafted through the house, the fire forgotten, but the heat from their bodies kept them warm all through the night.
(Awww ^^).
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Vegeta woke when the sun met his eyes, then stretched. He looked next to himself to see if his lover was still there, only to come face to face with big chocolate eyes that stared lovingly back. Vegeta smiled at the look and cuddled closer. “Morning, Vegeta.” Kakarot wrapped an arm around the lithe noble as he stroked his hair and face. “You feeling okay?”
The tired noble nodded slightly. “Mhm.” Then, a thought came to him and he decided to toy with the samurai. He suddenly started looking around, as if he didn’t know where they were. “Oh, Kakarot. How did we get here? I don’t remember…”
He heard Kakarot’s breathing speed up and he tried to hide a smirk when he saw the panicked look on the samurai’s face. “You…don’t remember?” Vegeta didn’t respond as he kept up his confused expression. “You…you said you would remember!” Kakarot was about to stand up in his panic before the noble burst out laughing again.
“Kakarot, I’m kidding!” He chuckled at the shocked look on his lover’s face. He leaned up to hold that handsome face in his hands. “I remember and it was wonderful.” He kissed him softly on the lips and continued until the samurai responded.
After Kakarot calmed down, Vegeta pulled back and traced his features lightly, memorizing every curve. “So, you’re not…ashamed?” Kakarot couldn’t help but ask.
Vegeta paused in his movements and smiled knowingly. “No. For once, I feel…free. I feel like I’ve been given a choice whether or not to be with someone. I feel…like this was meant to be.” He moved his fingers into that wild hair and felt the soft strands slip through them.
Kakarot smiled at the response. “You ‘were’ given a choice and I’m happy that you don’t regret it.”
The noble’s heart felt like it melted into a pool of fire at the bottom of his stomach when he saw that beautiful smile. He couldn’t hold back anymore as he devoured those soft, swollen lips in front of him, wanting that smile to imprint somewhere in his mind. He then moved on top of the samurai, getting a sense of déjà vu, before his head became dizzy and he moaned in pain. As the full effects of his hangover kicked in, he laid back down and held his head. Kakarot sat up with worry and watched his lover for a little bit before the thought him. “I told you not to drink so much.” He didn’t want to say ‘I told you so,’ but he really told him so.
“Ah! Shut up, Kakarot!” He started writhing on the floor a little as his head hurt more from just hearing himself talk.
Kakarot expressed an apologetic look and tried to come up with a solution. “I wish I could do something for you.”
Vegeta laid still after a moment. “I’ll be alright. I just need some rest.” Suddenly, a thought hit him as he quickly sat up. His head swooned and he groaned. “Oh, shit! What time is it?!”
Kakarot looked out at the sky through a nearby window. “It’s almost midday.”
“Oh, shit!” Vegeta quickly stood and stumbled slightly as he tried looking for his clothes in his panic. “Father’s going to kill me!” He went to one side of the room and retrieved his pants and shirt, then quickly put them on.
Kakarot couldn’t help but feel guilty. He should’ve woken his lover in time for him to return home. “I’m sorry, Vegeta. I knew I should’ve woken you sooner, but…you looked so peaceful…and you really needed the rest-”
Vegeta interrupted him, obviously not paying attention. “Damn it! And I was supposed to go to my Master’s today! Shit, shit…damn it! Where the hell are my shoes?!” He looked around desperately.
The samurai sighed and pointed towards the ground at him. “They’re on your feet.” The distressed noble looked at his feet to confirm it and rolled his eyes. “Why do you have to be at your Master’s today?” Kakarot couldn’t help but wonder, it could’ve been about him.
Vegeta paused in his panic at the question. His expression became saddened as he was reminded of something. “Speaking of that…Kakarot.” He faced his lover, looking like he had distraught news to tell him. Kakarot tilted his head slightly with worry. “You…can’t go out anymore.” He looked elsewhere, not wanting to see a heartbroken expression he was expecting to see on his innocent face.
“Why not?” The samurai tried not to sound panicked.
“Because…well, my Master has…put a price on your head.” Vegeta’s gaze stayed fixed on a wall.
Sure enough, a heartbroken but understanding look overcame his features. “How much?”
Vegeta tried not to flinch at the dead tone of his lover’s voice. “I don’t know. I didn’t bother asking. All I know is that…you’ll be in danger if you leave here.” He chanced a glance at the samurai and noticed the depressed expression. Silence ensued for a while before he finally broke it, having a sense of knowing what the samurai was thinking of. “Don’t leave.”
Kakarot suddenly turned a surprised look on Vegeta at the command. It soon turned into understanding. “Why would you think that? I can’t just leave everything the way I left it.” His face became saddened once again as he thought of his options. “Maybe I should just turn myself in. I’m sick of running. It’s about time…I face what’s coming to me.” He stood to retrieve his clothes from the other side of the room.
Vegeta couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Turn himself in? Didn’t he care? “No…”
Kakarot stopped in his movements at the barely audible word, but didn’t turn to face him.
“No…no you can’t.” He whispered again. “Don’t you know what’ll happen?! They’ll torture you and probably kill you! You can’t just give up! What about me?! Kakarot, you may not care what happens to you, but I-” He suddenly stopped his angry tirade as he considered his feelings for the samurai. Did he care? Did he care what happened to the samurai? Were the feelings he had for the samurai strong? Would he actually go to great trouble just to save him? He stared at the samurai long and hard as he tried answering his own questions. The samurai was certainly a better catch than the man he was supposed to be wedded to…oh, he forgot all about him. What’ll happen if he finds out about his affair with the samurai? That’s an obvious answer. He’ll go ballistic. He’ll probably even go so far as to imprison or kill the samurai for taking his willing fiancé. But…there’s just something about his new lover that he cannot allowed to be taken away. He filled the empty void in his life. He was the taste of freedom in his caged world. He was also the key to that freedom. Yes, he cared for the samurai. Probably more than he ever did for anyone else.
“I…I care about you.” He watched Kakarot tense up at his words, but he didn’t know why. He crossed the small distance between them and settled a hand on his shoulder and the other on the cheek that was turned away from him and turned his head to face him. “Kakarot, I…” He tried to form the words until thunder boomed loudly nearby.
Vegeta jumped at the sound as Kakarot merely looked above them in mild shock. “Funny, it was sunny out just a moment ago.”
As if being broken out of a trance, the noble blinked away his thoughts and shook his head slightly as he remembered where he was supposed to be. “I have to go.” He removed himself from Kakarot’s presence as he moved toward the door, then paused. “Kakarot?” The samurai turned his attention to the noble. “Don’t…don’t do anything reckless. It’s still possible for you to have a life. I can speak with the Doumei clan’s leader and see if they can get the price off your head.”
Kakarot looked like he was about to protest, but stopped once he saw the determined look on Vegeta’s face. He sighed instead and nodded. He was involved anyway. Chances are, the leader already knew.
Vegeta smiled with hope. “See you again tonight?”
The samurai smiled in response to his lover’s. “If you’re not in too much trouble.”
The noble chuckled with some dark humor. “Not to worry. I’m an excellent escape artist.”
“So, you are.” Kakarot’s smile turned more into a grin.
Vegeta hesitated at the doorway, then quickly strode over to give his samurai a long goodbye kiss. Kakarot responded as they moved together in almost a desperate way, not wanting either of them to part. Thunder boomed overhead again, sounding a little more closer. Vegeta settled a hand on Kakarot’s cheek again and broke the kiss, then slid that hand down his arm and placed it in his hand. He squeezed it gently and held it for a moment before pulling away. Vegeta wanted to say the words, but he felt it wasn’t the right moment and instead, had the expression that said it all. Kakarot gazed dreamily at him as the noble slipped out the door and into the gently pouring rain.
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How was that? :D I’m trying to get people to go for both of them. X) Since everyone is after the Prince’s God-like body hehe. And…sorry if the lemon wasn’t realistic enough for a drunk noble. >.> I’ve never experienced something like that before, hehe. So, I kinda winged it, hehe. Hope all of you don’t mind that it’s too long. O.o Oh, well. Hope you liked anyway. :)
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