Saiyan Enlightenment | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
Comments:
A.
Lets all sing: This is the fic
that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started reading
it, not knowing what it was and they’ll keep reading it forever just because
this is the fic that never ends…
B.
*cough * I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT. If I did DB “GT” would be ‘Group Therapy’ and DBZ would be about
Goku’s quest to get Vegeta sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had
his wicked way with him.)
C.
This is a CONTINUATION of The Meaning of Pride. That means for this to make complete sense
you should go read MoP.
D.
Obviously, there will be ‘Saiyan’ ness. That’s (as Vegeta puts it): to include violent fighting, angry
sex and fighting for ‘dominance.’ As
well as LEMONS. Homosexuality (two male
Saiyans boinking (having sex), actually four, because Trunks & Goten get
laid too) Dirty language probably. Unexplained green smirks.
E.
Gohan’s an ass. This might
change (let us all pray it’ll change) but he held on to his ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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Vegeta
looked at Kakarot, smirked to himself that instinct had finally defeated human
nature, and braced himself against the attack that would inevitably come. Because his lover was growling, honestly
growling, deep in his chest and it filled the openness of the grass around them
with that sound until Vegeta felt something caught between momentary fear and
unbearable arousal shoot through his spine.
Down into his hip and it pooled heavy and hard and made him grin.
He
was more than willing to give the fight, and Kakarot looked as if it was going
to supply the fucking, so everything was going to end alright after all. He crossed his arms over his chest and
waited for the attack to start. If
Kakarot wanted him—and he did—than he needed to be the one to initiate the
fight so he would feel that when it was all over he had proven his virility as
a man and then everything would be fine.
(Right, Vegeta, he thought snidely at himself, what the hell are you
going to tell Kakarot when he realizes what he’s doing? Didn’t you promise him something?)
This
line of thought—which would have led to Vegeta putting up a fight with a lot
more purpose—was shut off rather quickly when Kakarot darted forward and
punched him, knocked him back so his arms came uncrossed and flailed for a
moment, rather uselessly, and Kakarot caught his arm, grabbed his shirt at the
shoulder and turned him around, pinned his arm behind him and pressed his
larger, naked body against Vegeta’s back.
Vegeta
heard the darker growl, and he knocked his head back, felt it connect with the
chin behind him. Felt the hand loosen
from his wrist and yanked away, turned, kicked Kakarot in the back and would
have done more, but hands grabbed his leg, and tore the clothe away. There was a sharp little grin in his
direction and then he was thrown to the ground.
And
another grin. Kakarot’s hair went gold
as he paced there for a moment and watched him. Waited for him to get up and when he did, he moved back away from
the hands that tried to grab him. Felt
the tips of fingers against his skin and made it out of the way before he could
be dragged to the ground again. Didn’t
run away, but kept his distance.
Kakarot
found this amusing, apparently.
Followed him. Like he was
stalking him. Very strong and exposed
in the gathering dark of night so that only his glow illuminated the space
around them. Another smile.
Vegeta
pulled his gloves off, dropped them on the ground and moved forward, moved to
kick Kakarot again and he was grabbed, by the leg, turned over and dropped on
the ground again, so that he had to put his hands out to catch himself or he’d
end up with a face full of dirt, felt Kakarot as he followed him down this
time, and heard the clothe rip the rest of the way off his body.
“I’m
done playing this game,” Kakarot growled.
His power increased again, and he dragged his hands over Vegeta’s skin
from shoulders to hips. Left marks on
his skin, pink ones that faded into white and Vegeta felt the bare leg press
between his, forced his thighs apart and growled into the ground. His whole body was flushed and the
adrenaline of the painfully brief fight shoved straight through his body and to
his erection.
The
hands moved across his lower back, flitted over the scar that made him jump and
curled around the edges of his hip bones, rubbed them and then moved—both
hands—in a V that ended with both of Kakarot’s hands on his hardness. He jerked against it, felt his palms slide
in the grass and tried to figure out just what the hell the large idiot was
doing. Felt the jutting hardness
against him and moaned mindlessly.
Kakarot
pressed his mouth to his back and smiled, moved both his hands, hard and fast
and found this amazingly amusing.
Stroked him until he was shaking from it, shaking because it happened so
quickly he couldn’t catch up, didn’t have the breath, couldn’t feel anything
but the coiling tighteness that made his toes numb and everything in the world
was now centered on the feeling of callused palms against his erection,
stroking him.
One
hand moved away, grabbed his right wrist and dragged his hand up, waved it in
the air stupidly to get the grass off and then moved his hands down, curled his
fingers up like a cup and he would have paid attention to that, but Kakarot
gripped him with both hands again, moved faster and growled deep in his chest that
vibrated against Vegeta as his hardness dug into his skin. And before he even had the time to breath,
he felt the riptide of pleasure overtake him and he was drowning in it.
Panting
hard and painfully as he filled his own cupped hand.
~~~***
Make
him howl, Goku thought, howl loud enough that the moon would sit up and take
notice. But don’t hurt him. That was the thought, and he managed to hang
onto it through the storm of instinct.
Watched himself defeating Vegeta in a sort of detached way like he was
watching a movie, and decided that he didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want to
really defeat him or make him bleed, didn’t want him broken and needy, just
aware that Goku was fully capable of taking him down if it was necessary.
But
it wasn’t. And he knew it. Could smell it in the arousal—Vegeta’s not
his.
So he
put him on his knees, like Vegeta had done to him. And spared a thought—found that his instincts didn’t like this
stupid thinking thing—for what he would use to take Vegeta. Didn’t want to use blood. He didn’t like blood, didn’t like drawing
blood, so he took the next best thing.
Petted Vegeta until he was shaking and panting and felt him explode with
it. Smiled, shivered, felt that sense
of fulfillment and grinned.
Pulled
away enough that he could get Vegeta to straighten up. Looked at his hand, leaned his head over
Vegeta’s shoulder until he saw the Prince look down at his own hand then turn
to look at him. And there was the
unspoken command in Goku’s face, he was sure, so he moved, around Vegeta, to
look at his face and his chest and saw the man give his hand an almost
disdainful sort of look as he sighed and ran his fingers through the liquid
found there, grimaced and then used the whole rest of the handful to wrap
around Goku’s straining erection, slicked him.
Spread his own strong thighs and reached his hand down, bit his lip and
looked at Goku, watched him watching Vegeta.
It
was a beautiful sight. Better than just
taking him, to watch Vegeta do it himself.
Growled, got tired of this game the way he got tired of fighting. Grabbed Vegeta, heard the strange sort of
noise he made, like objecting or whimpering or something. Grabbed him and turned him over, gave him
only a moment to get his hands back on the ground to hold himself up and thrust
deep into him all in one long move.
Felt Vegeta’s body around him, how it grew tighter and Vegeta made a
loud noise, like a yowl, saw the hands dig into the dirt as his own dug into
Vegeta and bruised his skin, then ran over those hurt areas with soft hands and
petted him. Dropped his mouth down to
the long, sweat-slicked back and kissed it.
Wanted
to hear his name.
That’s
what this was about, after all. His
name. Only his name.
He
was the only one and that’s what this was all about.
He
moved, shifted, probed but didn’t thrust.
Rubbed himself inside of Vegeta until the smaller Saiyan was making
interested little noises again and then grinned, pressed his thumb into the
scar spot until he felt the whole body quiver, moved his other hand down, to
press against Vegeta as he started to harden again. Waited, though, because his name had yet to cross those
lips.
Found
the place inside Vegeta that made his whole body tighten and rubbed it in
circles until he was growling again and his teeth were pressed tight together
as he bared them and just when he would have staked his claim with the bite, he
heard Vegeta’s groan, heard his name, beautifully as it grated out of his
mouth.
Goku
thrust, pulled back and pushed back in with a sort of strange violent
tenderness. Farther and faster into him
endlessly sinking back into the warmth and clenching tightness. Moved his hand away from Vegeta’s returned
erection to his hip bones and pulled his body back against him. Heard his name again, louder, and moved
faster. Wanted his name to be heard
everywhere. Wanted the stars to have to
cover their ears and blush.
Leaned
back until Vegeta was suspended at an angle, knees splayed, one hand wrapped
around his red erection and the other hovering up near his mouth as if to
stifle the noises that were coming from him.
Not the best plan his mate every had, Kakarot thought, and he grabbed
that hand, yanked it back, hooked it around his own neck and moved purposefully
deeper, striking his prostate hard and fast and felt himself growing harder and
hotter inside of Vegeta.
Thought
that would be fucking impossible.
“Kakarot,”
again.
Louder.
Felt
Vegeta’s heart against his chest despite the space between them, saw his fist
moving desperately on his own erection and his blushing spread thighs. Bared his teeth and closed his eyes. Heard his name and the pants, the needy
moans and whines. Felt the body
shivering and clenching around his hardness.
Drove himself to that point of breaking and just when he would have
spilled over and filled Vegeta with his release, he stopped, grabbed Vegeta’s
hand and stopped him too. Heard the
curse word, felt the tightness in his mate’s body until it was impossible to
understand how he was still alive.
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta whined, leaned his head back against Goku’s shoulder and looked at
him.
Goku
smiled again. Moved Vegeta’s hand away
from his own hardness, down to press against his hip or his thigh, Goku didn’t
care which, and then moved in him, drove them back to that brink and heard the
breathless exclamation of his name as Vegeta went over the edge again and Goku
grit his teeth and filled his mate with his own painfully hot release.
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*hides
in corner whimpering *
Vegeta: What’s her
problem?
Goku: I don’t
know.
Vegeta: I take
this whimpering to be a bad omen.
Goku: Maybe the
sex scared her.
Vegeta: *looks at
author * could be. She has been avoiding this lemon for a
while.
Goku: Poor
dear. *pats her head *
*sobs brokenly for a long, long, long time * I can’t respond! I don’t have time! *sob *
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