Taste of Crimson

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.


A/N: There are so many wonderful other author’s fics. that I have read. It’s a huge list. If I were to try and list them all, it would be a whole separate chapter.

Once again, HUGE THANKS go out to MB for taking the time from her very busy schedule to beta for me. Thank you Mechanical Butterfly. ::bows::

Now, for those of you who made it through the last two lemonless chapters, you are in for a treat. ::winks::

Also, this is the new first chapter since I've posted this story for the second time.


Type of story: A/U, this used to be a PWP, but now it has gotten a little out of hand.
Rating- R
Pairing: Vegeta x Goku, lemon, yaoi- warning this chapter contains Male/Male sexual acts.

“X” indicates spoken dialog

‘X’ indicates thoughts

~X~ indicates telepathy


Sixth chapter- ‘Tangible’

~o0o~


Just about the time Goku was seriously thinking about starting in on the fish he saw Vegeta’s silhouetted figure coming over the hill from the direction of the onsen. “I want seven of those for myself,” Vegeta announced, indicating the fish.

Even though he had eaten recently Goku felt like sulking. That left him with five. He retrieved his chopsticks from earlier and started in on the snack as Vegeta sat down. The flavor was unusual. “You said you seasoned these?” Goku asked. Vegeta’s only reply was to briefly look him in the eyes and nod. “What with?” He said around a mouth full.

“A little salt and tarragon,” Vegeta said, hoping that Kakarott would stop asking questions while he was eating.

“Tarragon? Never heard of it. Where’d you get it?”

Vegeta stopped chewing the mouthful he had. He didn’t bother to look up when he responded, “Do you mind? I’m eating over here. I realize that you’ve already had a meal, but I like to finish my own in peace.”

Goku was hardly phased, ~We could talk like this~, he sent hopefully.

Vegeta sighed in irritation, “How many times have I told you to stay out of my head?” He asked, annoyed enough that he looked up from his meal for a second time. He saw Kakarott look up and away; like the moron was actually trying to count how many times he’d been told this.

Vegeta smirked, ‘Of course, that was before this afternoon. Wonder what Kakarott would do with what he found in there now?’ “Baka, just stick to eating, counting doesn’t suit you.”

“But Vegeta, I’m already finished,” Goku pouted.

“Fine, you can have that one,” he said, indicating the smaller of two fish left on the rocks.

Goku didn’t wait for a second invitation. He picked up his gi pants and moved around the fire to where the fish was and dug in.

Vegeta finished his sixth fish a little ahead of Kakarott. He set the chopsticks down next to the cooking provisions and watched as the other sayian finished up.

Goku set his chopsticks down with a contented sigh. “Thanks Vegeta,” he said.

There was a moment of companionable silence once the food had been eaten, but the longer the silence went on the less comfortable Goku became. He wasn’t use to long periods of stillness when he was in another’s presence. Usually he had something to talk about or do, but what he wanted to talk about with Vegeta, well, it seemed too intimate. Especially without knowing exactly what Vegeta’s feelings were about the sex they had had. ‘How to break the ice without the conversation feeling unnatural?’ Goku smiled as an idea came to him; maybe there was a solution that didn’t involve words.

Vegeta watched the baka in quietude for a moment. Then his awareness was momentarily shifted to some unfamiliar nocturnal noises in the area. When he turned back to see if the sounds were alien to Kakarott also, Vegeta got a shock. The man had lain down on the ground, arms under his head as a makeshift pillow, still temptingly naked and putting on a fine display. Vegeta had every intention of letting his eyes roam over the twilight and fire lit form until they were content.

His eye roaming was interrupted as soon as Kakarott started to purr. Vegeta’s eyebrows rose as he listened to a sonance he hadn’t heard in close to half a century. ‘Well, seems as though Kakarott wants to flirt.’ The Prince willed himself not to purr back in response. ‘I’ve only ever imagined I would hear a purr coming out of him.’ Kakarott’s purr was a deep base, another thing which surprised Vegeta, ‘I always imagined it would be a tenor. Like his speaking voice.’

Goku smiled faintly. With his eyes closed, Goku was forced to use his other senses to perceive the effect his actions were going to cause from his dinner companion. Thus, he caught the hitch in Vegeta’s breathing when he started purring. ‘Figures, another thing Chichi hated that seems to get his attention,’ and Goku did want his attention. He just hadn’t been certain how to attain it in the way he wanted.

Vegeta’s next action didn’t assure Goku he had attained the Prince’s attention the way he had intended. He peeked out from almost closed eyes to see Vegeta standing, getting ready to dress. Dismayed at what he was seeing Goku’s purring stopped and he asked, “What cha doing Vegeta?”

Vegeta eyed Kakarott before speaking, “It’s getting late, and it doesn’t look as though either of us has properly packed for a camping trip.”

Goku sat up, “What are we missing for a night out here?”

“Sleeping bags,” Vegeta stated.

“Sleeping … Vegeta, what do we need with sleeping bags?” Goku couldn’t believe Vegeta really gave a damn about sleeping bags. ‘All that talk about planet purging and survival and he wants a sleeping bag?’

“Oh, I don’t know Kakarott, warmth and comfort come to mind.” Vegeta stopped his farce of dressing waiting to see if Kakarott would take the bait. It was a far stretch, but if the fool wasn’t as ready as he thought he was then Kakarott wouldn’t pass this test. ‘Is he ready? Will he actually be that forward?’

‘Warmth and comfort? He can’t be serious. We slept on the tiled floor in the courtyard.’ The tiles in the courtyard weren’t nearly as comfortable as the grass surrounding the fire pit. Then Goku’s mind seized on the word warmth, and he spoke boldly, his desire to keep Vegeta there overcoming his trepidation, “I’m sure I could keep you plenty warm.” He watched as Vegeta froze, and then, in seeming slow motion, the Prince turned an undecipherable gaze towards his person. ‘Ah, Crap! Well, one good risk deservers another, “And as for comfort, keeping you warm could distract you from lack of it.”

Vegeta was hard pressed to not smirk. Then he thought, ‘What the hell,’ and let one of his biggest, most predatory smirks settle into his features. “Exactly what did you have in mind?” He watched as Kakarott gulped audibly and the fool’s adam’s apple bobbed. As much fun as it was to watch the simpleton fidget, Vegeta wanted him squirming for more reasons than intimidation. The exasperated sigh he was about to let loose aborted in favor of a very provocative purr.

The gleam in Vegeta’s eyes had nothing to do with the dieing fire. When the Prince smirked Goku felt as though he had just served himself up naively as a second course. Then the purring began. The sound did things to his insides that were absolutely hedonistic.

Many fitting quotes ran through Goku’s mind, all jumbled together.
‘I feel like a canary and for some reason Vegeta is the cat,’, ‘Oh crap, what have a I gotten myself into,’, ‘Who needs butterflies? I have a tornado.’

And way in the back of his mind instincts were clamoring to be felt over the louder intrinsic voices, ‘Fight or flight?’ Goku’s sayian instincts didn’t even like the question. Flight, other than a means of transport, was NEVER a question. So, the sayian instinct rode the cyclone, swatted at the butterflies, stormed through the shit and Goku found himself cornering one very surprised ‘cat.’

“This,” Goku said, in a voice serious enough to impress even himself, and then he kissed his Prince. Blindsiding and fixating. There was no Chichi. There was no Bra. Just here, now and Vegeta…

…And Kakarott. The ambush from the third class idiot left Vegeta lost in the same here and now: the same, yet different. Kakarott had taken control, and at first, Vegeta had let him have it, too surprised to act otherwise, but his pride remained adamant about who was supposed to be in control in the present. His purring hushed as his intentions became more serious.

Goku yelped as his tail scar was prodded to the point of pain, and his hair was seized in a tight grip as his knees buckled. He felt a leg being placed behind his own and his already precarious balance was thrown off even more, making him fall back. It was a somewhat controlled fall but the landing was still abrupt. Goku didn’t have much time to score the landing though, as his mouth was engaged by Vegeta’s once again.

If Goku had any lingering doubts about what he wanted in all of this, they were scattered as Vegeta’s thigh moved against his rising erection. Moaning into the kiss he found a handhold in Vegeta’s hair and another along the Prince’s trim hip. He rubbed himself against his lover’s thigh and felt an echoing erection rubbing against his abdomen.

Suddenly kissing and handholds weren’t enough. Goku wanted to nip, bite, claw and scratch until needs were met and demands were understood. He caught Vegeta’s lower lip in between his upper and lower incisors and pulled back a bit.

Vegeta’s eyes opened in order to see what the hold up was. His eyes narrowed when he detected the ambitious look in Kakarott’s eyes. ‘I don’t think so,’ the Prince thought to himself. He brought his thigh up from Kakarott’s arousal enough to be able to press a knee to the other’s groin. ~I’ll play dirty Kakarott.~ He warned the younger male. Kakarott growled, but let Vegeta’s lip go.

Keeping his knee in the same threatening place, Vegeta’s behavior became more animalistic. His eyes closed half way as he leaned in further and scented along Kakarott’s neck. Appreciation for his mating partner’s scent made him start to purr again. “If you want this, we do it my way,” Vegeta whispered into the other’s ear. He heard another quiet growl come from Kakarott, but otherwise, no rebellion.

“Do you want this?” Vegeta asked, touching noses with the sayian beneath him.

His answer came in the form of another bewitching kiss and the hand in his hair constricting more. Receiving such an enthralled reaction, Vegeta moved his leg away from its coercing position, pressing his thigh once again against Kakarott. The arrangement was immediately taken advantage of and Vegeta couldn’t help but smirk when he found that Kakarott hadn’t lost any of his zeal while being threatened.

Vegeta stalled the kissing the second time around, pulling his head to the side of Kakarott’s and whispering in his ear, “I want to take your breath away, savor you and make you hyperventilate.”

Goku didn’t have much time to puzzle over Vegeta’s cryptic remark. He felt the slighter male slide down his body, complaining with a whimper at the loss of contact. The protest was short lived when he felt one of Vegeta’s soft-palmed hands enclose around his erection. Setting himself up on his elbows, Goku’s curious gaze glazed over as Vegeta started a pumping motion with his hand.

Goku lost his breath.

His head dipped back between his shoulder blades as he surrendered himself to whatever Vegeta had in mind.

What Vegeta had in mind made his head jerk back up. Between blinks Goku saw that Vegeta had maneuvered himself enough to be able to reach Goku’s cock with his mouth to taste him. Goku groaned, his eyes closed and his head once again fell back as Vegeta started to suck on the head of his cock. Powerless is how Goku felt. At that moment Vegeta could do anything to him, Goku had no control.

Vegeta’s tongue oscillated around the top of Kakarott’s erection, his soft hand still stroking the shaft below his mouth. Under such talented administrations it didn’t come as a surprise that Kakarott’s paralyzed pose didn’t stay that way for long. The larger sayian’s elbows gave way as his hips bucked up towards the hot, wet orifice that was Vegeta’s mouth.

Vegeta placed his hands on Kakarott’s hips and increased the depth he was taking the other man into his mouth. His wondering what Kakarott would taste like earlier had clearly been inadequate. Vegeta couldn’t get enough of either the taste of the other man or the reactions Kakarott produced because of his exertions.

Goku’s back arched off the ground, and then settled again. He could only seem to get short little pants of breath into his lungs, between the needy whines he had no control over. With the exclusion of the nerves where Vegeta was applying stimulus, Goku’s body had gone completely numb. The exception being when his back would arch involuntarily, and still this seemed a far off sensation to his mind. His head was swooning from the lack of oxygen causing him to see sparks from a blow that had no impact.

Vegeta would have done this to Kakarott for hours, except for one detail. He wasn’t an eunuch. He was aching himself. Holding out much longer would be considered masochistic; something he excelled at while training, but Vegeta was damned if he was going to deny himself pleasure at this moment.

Doubling his efforts, Vegeta’s hand squeezed a little tighter while following his mouths path. Ascending then descending: faster and further with each pass.

“Ve-…” Goku started to gasp out, but gave up when he realized that his voice as failing him. ~Vegeta. Stop.~

~You really don’t want me to do that.~ The Prince replied in like manor.

~You’re going to get a mouth full if you don’t,~ Goku augured.

~That’s what I’ve been working towards. I want you to lose it while your cock is in my mouth.~ Vegeta coaxed.

Those lickerish words and the hungry feeling behind them had the desired effect. With a wordless exclamation Goku dug his calloused fingers into the grassy earth beneath him and came in Vegeta’s covetous mouth.

As greedy as Vegeta was he still wasn’t able to swallow all the issue that vehemently filled his mouth. Small rivulets of mixed fluids escaped past the corners of his lips; which he lapped up as best he could before running his bared hand across his mouth and licking his extremity clean afterward. He watched as Kakarott laid languidly, pants becoming longer, deeper breathes.

Mind still muddled and body still numb, Goku didn’t notice when Vegeta left his position for a moment. His awareness slowly returned as a series of kisses and nips from his hip to his navel sent calm unobtrusive messages to his brain that he still had something called a body, which in turn had skin; very sensitive skin at the moment.

Skin that became more sensitive by the time the mouth doing the kissing and nipping found a nipple. “Kami Vegeta,” he moaned out as said mouth beset his nipple in the most delectable of ways.

~Ssh, Kakarott, my turn,~ Vegeta soothed.

Goku groaned, thinking Vegeta wanted reciprocation; he wasn’t certain his body was going to cooperate. ‘Not even sparring takes this much out of me,’ he thought. Instead he felt a hand on his chest as he attempted to rise. He opened his eyes to look at Vegeta quizzically. Then he felt his thighs shifted further apart by one of Vegeta’s knees. Comprehension dawned on Goku. He spread his legs further apart and lifted his knees up, heels still planted on the ground.

Vegeta reached over to the cooking oil he had retrieved and opened during Kakarott’s stupor. He pored a bit into the palm of his left hand and ran the fore and middle fingers of his right hand through the tablespoon sized pool.

Those same slick fingers slithered down in search of Kakarott’s nether opening. Finding their goal the middle finger took the lead invading the tight ring of muscle and causing the one being invaded to shudder slightly.

The shudder and small groan from Kakarott’s throat made Vegeta’s blood laden appendage twitch in reaction. Vegeta slid his forefinger to join his middle finger sooner than he had intended. He watched as the sayian below him accepted the incursion by sliding his body onto both fingers, not waiting for them to press in on their own.

Vegeta started scissoring his encircled fingers and let some of the oil in his other hand dribble into the same area. While Kakarott was still humping Vegeta added his ring finger to the fray.

With the oil still left in his left hand, Vegeta started stroking his hard-on. Not that it needed any help in the stiff department, but lubrication there was also a good idea. His own touch had him jerking up into the relief, but it wasn’t the relief that he sought.

With a shudder and a groan of his own, he removed his fingers from Kakarott’s inner flesh and lifted the larger man’s hips onto his lap. Then he adjusted his position for taking Kakarott.

Taking was an apt way to put the way he thrust his tense member into the opening readied for him. One solid lunge and he was in to the hilt. However, balance was a necessity before he continued thrusting into the willing soul below him.

Vegeta scooted his knees in more and then let his hands brace to either side of Kakarott: slightly bowing the other’s body. With a backward motion he repositioned his own hips and then struck forward again.

Body language, moans and a telepathic, heart felt, ~Oh gods, YES, ~ urged the Prince into a third strike.

“Again,” Vegeta spoke as his forehead dipped towards Kakarott’s chest.

Knowing the one above him, Goku had no need to ask what ‘again’ meant. ~Please, he urged Vegeta with his mind. Vocally he groaned. His request was fulfilled with a forth stroke, which was mimicked by full, slow, repetitive actions.

Goku could feel hot puffs of breath on his chest as Vegeta worked. No sounds came from the Prince, as though he was trying to hold back. Goku was having none of that. Lifting a hand to his mouth, Goku salivated on several of his fingers. His lengthy torso and arms were going to be used to their full advantage.

Supporting himself with his unoccupied hand and arm, Goku leaned upwards and kissed Vegeta’s lips, slipping his tongue past those slight barriers. At the same time he reached his wet digits to Vegeta’s hollow and slipped a finger in.

With a cry and a harder jab Vegeta acknowledged the invasion, but didn’t reject it. Encouraged, Goku bent his head to suckle at Vegeta’s neck while being fucked and pistonning Vegeta’s ass with his finger.

Vegeta had felt nothing like this, ever. The need to fill had always been his forte. To both his dismay and his delight he found this alternative sensation acceptable: maybe even enjoyable. He rested his forehead against Kakarott’s tilted shoulder as he breathed in steadying breaths. The scent of the man’s skin was so enticing he let out his tongue and started licking at the bare shoulder beneath his mouth. When one minute patch of skin had lost its essence he quested for another section of flesh to tease his taste buds with.

Goku gauged his movements to the standards Vegeta set. Holding firm as Vegeta became more enthusiastic was difficult, but he was determined to do so. His attention was so devoted to Vegeta’s pleasure and keeping his position he didn’t notice his own erection rejuvenating.

However, Vegeta had detected the queer heat that slid against his abdomen. “Don’t …ah… stop,” he forewarned between forward drives that caused self-induced groans.

This was Goku’s only hint before Vegeta shifted to reach a hand in between their bodies. He yowled when Vegeta’s hand once again wound itself around his cock. Despite the warning Goku stalled briefly as he tried to adjust to all the input being sent through his nervous system. Goku continued teasing Vegeta once he achieved a precarious sort of control over his body again.

Vegeta slowed his movements by a fraction in order to help Kakarott out. His vocal cords varied between purring a growling, both of which were interrupted by open mouth groans. He wished to move faster, but couldn’t unless Kakarott gave up his other attentions. He finally settled on harder, slower thrusts for a compromise, every thrust causing a choked gasp from the one beneath him. Vegeta was able to jerk his hand much faster than his hips pace.

Goku shook in the position he was maintaining. His grounding arm was about to collapse, but he wasn’t willing to yield until Vegeta surrendered to his own release. Thinking of a possible catalyst, Goku ran the thumb of his hand that had a finger inside Vegeta over the Prince’s tail scar.

Vegeta stalled momentarily before knifing deeper into Kakarott and screaming. He used Kakarott’s shoulder to muffle any further outbursts and came inside the other’s snug passageway.

Goku had no idea of the consequences of the action he had taken. Vegeta’s mental shields crumbled at his outburst and Goku’s gossamer empathy was met and over come by Vegeta’s turbulent emotions. Goku seed splattered up his own stomach and onto Vegeta’s chest as he lost sight of who he was in the maelstrom. With minds clashing and bodies straining, Goku’s grounded arm didn’t stand a chance and he clumsily fell back the short distance to the ground.

Only involuntary impulses kept Goku breathing as he quickly fell asleep.

On the other hand, Vegeta slowly found his way out of the mental oubliette. “You fool,” he whispered to the unconscious sayian beneath him. “You aren’t stable or healthy enough to pull such stunts.” He flared his ki briefly and felt an ethereal grasp from the other.

Vegeta settled himself into the crook of Kakarott’s left arm. He resigned himself to a long night of Marko Polo to pull the baka back to himself. “We’ll have to start training soon. You’re out of shape both physically and mentally.”

The fire petered out sometime during the night, but the nocturnal predators in the area stayed clear out of instinct.


~o0o~


Goku woke in the pre-dawn hours the next morning. It wasn’t a slow relaxed awakening, more like he suddenly broke the surface of a plane he hadn’t realized he had been smothering under.

After the initial spasm that shook him awake he took stock of his surroundings. Vegeta slept in the crook of his arm, one hand over his heart. Goku moved the hand slowly from its resting place, thankful the Prince hadn’t been awoken. Something told him Vegeta hadn’t been asleep for more than a couple hours.

He rolled away from their burrow and got up. He groaned at the effort. His body was still so relaxed his muscles didn’t want to cooperate, and he had a minor headache. He was slightly dirty, and a quick dip in the river sounded like a good idea.

Looking around for something to cushion Vegeta’s head with he spotted the various articles of clothing. His pants were in shreds, ‘Those won’t do,’ he thought. He noticed his gi shirt was in much better shape and reached for it, but even an arms length away he could still smell Bra’s scent on it. He dropped it back to the ground in disgust.

He finally settled on using Vegeta’s own shirt and pants as a pillow. Gently raising his Prince’s head, he tucked the soft material underneath.

Goku picked up his gi shirt on his way to the river. Thoughts of washing it turned into a desire to burn it as he had to smell the tramps scent the short walk there. Goku dropped the offensive article of clothe back to the ground at the shore line for the last time, before firing a low level ki blast at it and destroying the hapless material.

He dove into the river quickly so he couldn’t second-guess the cold water prescription for his ails.

After he surfaced for air, Goku swam upstream towards the waterfall. Treading water in the deep pool gravity and the force of nature had created, Goku watched the falls as they began to shimmer silver as the sunlight preceded its own dawning over the horizon opposite his view. Something odd caught his attention about the lights and sounds. His eyes grew wide at his discovery.

He went to wake Vegeta up before it was too late.


~o0o~


Vegeta snorted as he was shaken from his slumber. “Hurry Vegeta, I want to show you something.”

The Prince was at once both cross and happy to hear that cheery voice. Kakarott had survived despite his negligence. “What is it?” he asked.

“Come on, hurry,” Goku tugged the grouchy sayian’s arm.

“Alright, I am up,” Vegeta growled. He stood and followed after the way too cheerful one.

Apparently not fast enough for whatever the surprise was though. Kakarott came back and picked him up, “Put me down NOW you moron.”

“Nuh-uh, I will in a moment. I don’t want it to pass,” Goku said.

Vegeta was still too sleepy to put up much of a fight about something that really wasn’t a matter of principal any more. He crossed his arms resigned to let the third class have his way for now.

Until of course he saw he was going to be drenched by a ton of cold water. “Don’t you dare!” he managed to yell before he was thoroughly soaked, the sudden cold leaving him too breathless for more reprimands.

The sound behind the falls was deafening. ~ Look,~ he heard Kakarott encourage as he was set on his feet and turned towards the chilled curtain.

The sun chose that moment to surmount the horizon. Clouds hanging low in the east gave off brilliant oranges, reds and pinks. The water screened out the normal definitions and blended the colors together.

Vegeta caught his breath and reached out towards the curtain.

Goku smiled as he watched Vegeta’s countenance change in both color and wonderment.

~Good morning Vegeta.~