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From Vegetasei With
Love
By Sefiru
Pairings: V/G
Warnings: Yaoi M/M, AU, oral,
anal, Bondage.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it, only borrowing.
Summary: Vegeta is a secret agent.
TristaML: hey, if you had to
choose between work and watching Goku dance …
Moiira: if I just told you what’s next, that wouldn’t
be any fun ^^
DarkSerapha: Brolli? Maaaaybe …
Zofo: Vegeta and Bond would not get along well.
saiyanjinxyz: “them with a
twist” is the whole point of an AU. (The girls’ bathroom is for the yaoi fangirls.)
Admiral ShadowWolf: the one at the door was Raditz. I’ll get into more backstory
soon about who’s alive and who’s dead, and why, in this ‘verse.
kit-kit: I don’t think “drooler”
is an occupation – though I guess if he does it enough …
In this chapter: hot Saiyan-on-Saiyan
action.
***
Chapter 3: Shall We Dance?
***
The door had a
small brass plaque that simply read Goku. Vegeta
rapped lightly and a voice from within called, “Come.”
Not yet, but I’m hoping. Vegeta turned
the knob and stepped inside; the Saiyan dancer broke
into a huge grin. “I thought it might be you.”
“You noticed me,
huh?” Vegeta eyed him. Up close he looked even more delicious; he had exchanged
his blue thong for
a gold one and was otherwise magnificently naked. His tail thumped lazily on
the bed he was draped over.
“Of course I
did! There aren’t many Saiyans in this part of town;
usually it’s just me and my brother.” His tail flicked shyly. “As a matter of
fact, you’re my first Saiyan ever.”
“Is that so. You don’t strike me as being too concerned with national
pride … Goku.”
“Oh, that.
Chichi came up with it. My real name is Kakarott son of Bardock.”
“Better.” A
good, solid Saiyan name; Vegeta nodded his approval.
He stepped closer to the bed and pulled off his gauntlets. “I am Vegeta son of
Vegeta.”
“The Prince? No way!”
Vegeta couldn’t
help but smirk at Kakarott’s wide-eyed expression. “What, you don’t look at the
names of your customers?”
“I like to be
surprised.” Kakarott suddenly jumped to his feet. “In that case, I don’t think
this bed will be sturdy enough. I’ll take you to my real room.” That sounded
promising. He watched as Kakarott pulled on an orange and blue training suit.
That was how most Saiyans dealt with the troublesome
problem of clothes: either as little as possible, or something loose and baggy.
As he performed his reverse striptease, Kakarott chattered on, “I’m not really
supposed to do this. Chichi – she’s the manager – doesn’t want any customers in
the apartment side of the building. You’ll be okay, though.”
“Do those other
two do private shows too?”
“Nah. Tien doesn’t want anyone to
know about his wig, and Yamcha thinks it’s beneath
him or something. Humans are weird.”
“Humans are
obsessed with pair bonding.” Vegeta shrugged. It was a mystery to him, and
probably to every other Saiyan, why humans would
offer good money for a service and then treat its providers like dirt. Human
sex was probably the only art on the planet where the professionals got less
respect than the amateurs.
Kakarott led him
through the rear half of Kame House, which looked
like an ordinary block of apartments, and into his own bedroom in one of the
units. The only furniture was a dresser and a low, wide bed – with a welded
steel frame. “Make yourself comfortable,” he invited.
“Oh, I will.”
Vegeta threw his gloves on the floor, rapidly followed by every other foreign
object on his body. At the same time Kakarott shed his orange sweats, then stood posed with one hand on his hip and the other in
his hair.
“So what are you in the mood for?”
Vegeta had known
what he wanted since the moment he’d laid eyes on the man. “I want to fuck that
sweet ass of yours,” he said. “But first, show me what else you can do.”
“Okay.”
Kakarott pounced; in an instant Vegeta was flat on his back on the bed, with
the dancer crouched over him. He leaned down and took Vegeta’s ear between his
lips, startling a growl out of him. Within moments he was hard and aching, just
from the touch on his ear – now that was talent. Although Kakarott’s musky
scent also had something to do with it. Vegeta ran his hands over the other Saiyan’s back, and hooked his feet around his ankles. The
dancer’s skin felt like finest suede laid over steel.
His lips left
Vegeta’s ear and began a meandering journey down the cord of his neck, over his
collarbone and down onto his chest. A tongue found his nipple, and his back
arched off the bed. Kakarott was his first Saiyan as
well, and he hadn’t known what he was missing. He smelled right, he felt right,
and he sounded very right. Vegeta found a spot on his shoulder that made him
purr; the sound heated him like a roaring fire. Drops of
fluid oozed out of his cock. Kakarott examined it with a broad grin and
then, looking Vegeta right in the eye, licked it from root to tip.
Oh. Yes. Vegeta
lost track of the next few minutes while that skillful mouth took him to heaven
and back. Kakarott could hold his breath for minutes at a time; he swallowed
Vegeta’s shaft until his nose touched his skin, and then worked him with his
throat muscles until he could barely groan. Vegeta was wild with lust. When
Kakarott pulled back, Vegeta sprang up and slammed him down on the bed, tearing
off the tiny thong that covered him. The dancer must have expected something of
the sort; his response was to reach under the headboard and pull out a basket
with a selection of lube in it. Vegeta chose a bottle of “extra thick
self-warming” to slather on himself.
Kakarott raised
his tail over his back and lifted his hips; at the sight of those sculptured
buttocks spread open for him, Vegeta lost all control. He rammed into the other
Saiyan’s body in one thrust. He had to bite his lip
to keep from coming at once – so hot, so tight, so much stronger inside and out
than any human he’d ever had. With every thrust Kakarott made that deep purring
growl and his hands clutched at the bed clothes. His tail wrapped around
Vegeta’s shoulders, twitching with every movement. Far sooner than he was used
to, Vegeta felt the tensing that signaled his release.
“Raaaagh!” He buried his shaft as
deep as it would go as
his seed jetted out of him. Kakarott shuddered through his own climax, all his
tail fur bristled straight out.
Vegeta rolled
over onto the bed with a contented grunt. That had been the best fuck of his
entire life – he was already determined to become a repeat customer. He looked
over at Kakarott and found those wide bright eyes gazing back at him. “So am I
fit for a prince, or what?”
“More than fit.” Vegeta smirked; just from inhaling that
delicious scent, he was already stirring to life again. “Ready
for act two?”
“Bring it on,
your …” a finger trailed up the length of his shaft, “…highness.”
***
Lemony!
For those of you keeping track, Chichi
is the bar’s manager, Kamesennin is the bartender, Raditz is the bouncer, and Yamcha
and Tien (in a wig) are Goku’s
backup dancers.
Next chapter: Breakfast, backstory
and ninjas.
My new YuYu Hakusho
story, “Yusuke’s Revenge,” begins next week in the YuYu
Hakusho section.
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