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Mental Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mental Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-Lemony Interlude
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-Funny Interlude
- 15-13
- 16-14
- 17-15
- 18-16
- 19-17
- 20-18
- 5
- 6
- 7
Mental Therapy

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THIS IS A LEMONY INTERLUDE

Thanks be to Getarian. Because I wasn�t originally going to finish this lemon.

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Goku
grabbed his mate as soon as he stepped one foot back into their house, gathered
him up and kissed him as he attempted to growl out something about how it was
rude to attack the Prince. And as he
kissed him, and tasted that indignation in the way Vegeta�s teeth scraped
against his tongue and lips, he thought that he could smell Bulma on his
mate. Now she was generally his best
friend in the entire world, but she should not leave her smell lingering on his
mate. And in order to prove this to the
both of them he was going to have to do something drastic.

Vegeta
pulled away from his mouth and breathed.
�This is hardly the place Kakarot.�

He
nuzzled Vegeta�s shirt away from his shoulder, kissed the bite mark, licked
it. Sucked on it until it started to
bruise and felt that Vegeta�despite his protesting�was pressing his erection
against Goku�s stomach. Very
promising. He turned, kept one hand on
the very nice ass of his mate, and the other around his back with his fingers
on Vegeta�s neck. Made it part the way
up the stairs, turned, pressed Vegeta against the wall and felt that his mate
was moving to take off his own shirt�which was perfect!�and he paused long
enough to suck the side of his mate�s neck that wasn�t marked. Left a bruise there, tasted Vegeta and
licked his lips as he pushed his stomach back against the rolling hips that
canted against him.

Carried
them up a few more steps, watched Vegeta tip his head back, watched him mumble
something and then tighten his fingers on Goku�s shoulders until he tore the
clothe there. Thought that he was very
glad everything had worked out this way in life. Even if his pesky sons were always right there on the forefront
of everything ready to disturb sex.
Tonight; he would not listen to them.

If
they died, he would wish them back tomorrow.

Vegeta�s
back hit the door to their room, and he kissed Goku again as he reached down
and turned the knob. Goku stumbled,
tripped on stray clothes and landed�perfectly�on top of Vegeta on the bed.

�Shit,
people. Close your fucking doors.� That was one of those annoying kids. The door closed, that was all that mattered.

And
Vegeta took the hand that was on his ass, pulled it around to the front and
moved it where he wanted it, and Goku slid his fingers into that warmth, sucked
on the mouth under his and felt the strong, small hands of his mate pulling at
his pants.

Hot,
slick hand closed around his erection and stroked him. Using the hand that
wasn�t occupied inside his mate, he ripped the tight pants, tossed away the
scraps and felt the legs opening up.
Hands shoved his pants down enough to free his erection and then the
guided him down to where his fingers were still slipping in and out of moist, warm
body.

Vegeta
pulled back again, arched under him and said: �This now,� squeezed Goku�s
erection. Used his free hand to pull
Goku�s fingers out of him, groaned and whimpered, and then hooked a leg around
his mate�s hips and pulled him back inside.
Arched under him and mumbled something that could have been a name or
curse word.

Goku
wasn�t that concerned with it. He
sucked on his fingers and stayed completely still for a few moments, letting
Vegeta wriggle under him and shift and clench around him. Enjoying how absolutely wanton his mate
looked, how he was moving his head back and forth, and his perfect bronze skin
was glistening, and his muscles were all straining, highlighting every inch of
his perfectly sculpted body. And the
taste that he was licking off his fingers; divine.

The
smell. Perfect.

The
feeling of the body getting tighter around him; the knowledge that this was his
and only his and nobody else had better even fucking look at him.

Goku
let the fingers slide back out of his mouth, moved down, sucked on the peaked
little nipples, felt the hardness digging into his stomach, and the hard legs
around him. Let Vegeta whimper and try
to move, try to roll his hips and get the friction that he wanted. Moved to the opposite side of the chest,
sucked on that nipple, ran his teeth over it.
Felt the jerky shudders that ran all the way down to the moistness
around him, and felt that get tighter around him.

Chest
heaving under him, and then�like a holy prayer�his name being groaned: �Kakarot.�
Fuck; he loved his name coming out of
that perfect mouth. Moved up, kissed
him, sucked his breath out, loved Vegeta.
Loved this mouth, that voice, loved the way he was lifting up his hips
and pushing Goku�s hands down to his ass, whimpering into the kiss, fighting
him back and panting. Loved the taste
and the smell and the feel of muscle and velvety skin all against him.

Small
hands on his chest, shoving him over, and Goku let them be rolled over, held
onto Vegeta�s mouth, and felt the hips moving.
Felt the muscles of that perfect ass working as he lifted himself up and
then pushed back down. The rumbling of
happiness as it pass throughout the whole body.

Vegeta
finally broke away from him, sat up and stared down at him. Flushed and glistening. Hands braced against Goku�s chest, leaning
and pressing his erection against the muscles of Goku�s stomach as he rocked on
the erection buried in him. And mostly,
Goku liked this, because he could push up farther into his mate, but there was
still that lingering smell of Bulma on Vegeta.
And he bared his teeth, pushed Vegeta back under him.

Pushed
deep inside of him, lowered his head and bit through the skin on neck. Marked him again and sucked on the
blood. Pushed in deep as he could go
and then pulled out, kissed Vegeta, moved to the opposite side of his neck,
pushed back in, bit through skin that he had never before broken. Heard the yell. Good.

Pulled
back. �Mine.� He said. �All mine.�
Dropped his head to kiss the bared throat, the chin, the lips, eyes,
forehead. Ran hands everywhere on the
slick skin. Didn�t move inside of his
mate, felt Vegeta trying to push against him and not getting the leverage he
needed. �Mine,� he repeated.

Vegeta
nodded. �Yes, Kakarot,� he said, �Now,�
he moved his legs up, maneuvered his hips so Goku was as close to him as he
could possibly be. �Fuck me.�

Gravelly
voice. Dark eyes. And it was his.

Took
pride in this as he started to move.
Long and slow at first, taking his time to enjoy every single beautiful
centimeter of his mate. The inside and
the outside. Felt that this was not pleasing
Vegeta, because sharp fingernails were dragging down his back, and Vegeta had
started to growl and bare his teeth.

Licked
the new bite mark he had put on his mate.
Pushed harder. Faster.

His
name again: �Kakarot.� Worshipping
him. And that was perfect.

Captured
the mouth again, felt that he had probably bruised those perfect lips. Didn�t care as he dipped his tongue down
into his mate�s mouth. Explored every
inch of it�because this part of Vegeta was his too. Felt his power rising, felt Vegeta�s power getting stronger. He got bigger, Vegeta got tighter. Andn thn there was the blinding flash of
yellow-white as their power matched up perfectly and exploded as they did.

Goku
pulled away from Vegeta�s mouth to growl �Mine!� And heard his name being yelled out.

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There. I
finished the lemon.

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