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The Spaces In Between	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball Super, Resurrection 'F', or Battle of Gods or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It’s a long story, but the short of it is I’m uploading this from a hotel ‘business center’ while the guy next to me printing boarding passes tries to make small talk with me. Atavism will be the next upload after this one… once I’m back home and am able to upload/format something longer; my new best buddy here just will not stop talking! ::facepalm::
Some smut that didn’t fit into chapter 34 of Atavism (Dependence). Goku is the victim of a surprise - and surprising - attack.

Electrified

“Vegeta, hey… oh fuck…”

Goku was helpless, unable to fight back as his clothes were impatiently removed from his body.

How had this happened?

Goku’s attempt to submerge Vegeta’s conscious thought had been successful up ‘til now. He’d been taking care of Vegeta, seeing to his needs in the hopes that he’d choose a less independent path in the future.

But now here he was, naked on their makeshift bed in the gravity room with Vegeta’s hands on his body sending him into orbit.

Those hands, those deft, clever hands that Goku unabashedly fixated on from time to time. They moved slowly down his chest, fingers tracing over his muscles, marking every dip, every rise, every curve.

‘Oh, right,’ Goku remembered in a daze.

‘I was attacked.’

He’d just been watching Vegeta go through an exercise, making sure he didn’t overexert himself while trying not to get carried away with his admiration of the ripple and flex of Vegeta’s muscles. As tightly linked as they were it was too easy to fall into his movements, to immerse himself in the joy of Vegeta’s skill.

Everything had been going smoothly until Vegeta untucked his tail and began executing a series of jumps and flips about the room. Goku’s enjoyment of his mate’s seemingly effortless precision began to be hampered by the growing throb of an erection, but he did his best to ignore it.

But Vegeta had stopped unexpectedly and in the next second he’d been flat on his back with Vegeta dragging his clothes off.

Vegeta’s hands were still his favorite things and those hands on his skin as ever were like fire. They stroked him lightly, ensuring that he had the attention of every last nerve ending in Goku’s body. “Ah! Vegeta, please! More!”

Vegeta complied, beginning to nibble on the sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder, sending shivers down Goku’s spine anew. He’d been fighting his arousal so long all he wanted was Vegeta’s mouth on his cock, but knew better than to try to get it there. Attempting to force Vegeta from his path when he wasn’t in a mood to rush only made him slow down even more, prolonging the exquisite torture.

A wave of desire bordering on hunger from his mate and Goku finally recognized the need this encounter was filling. His mate had badly wanted - needed - to hear him beg, to turn him into jelly. “Asshole,” he gasped, a shaky smile on his lips.

Unconcerned by the name-calling Vegeta simply continued to take him apart in the most wonderful way. Those fingers slid down his sides, hips and down his legs, leaving no bit of skin untouched. “Vegeta,” Goku breathed in a shuddering sigh. It was almost relaxing… almost. But in every stroke of his hand there was just enough pressure to leave him wanting for more. In every sweep of his fingers, blunt nails scratched just enough to set his nerves alight.

Goku’s neglected cock ached to be touched and when Vegeta began to nibble at the overly sensitive skin of his inner thighs he couldn’t take it much longer. He moaned, finally reaching out for his mate in desperation only to have his hands captured and held aside long enough for him to understand that the pace of the proceedings wasn’t up to him.

He could have cried out in triumph when Vegeta finally settled between his spread legs, but he knew better. He hadn’t begged enough yet to satisfy his mate and he knew it.

It was those teasing touches again that left him writhing and whimpering. When he thought he could bear them no longer those clever hands fled, replaced with - finally - Vegeta’s hot, wet mouth right where he wanted it. Goku was so hard it almost hurt and he arched into that blissful cavern, finally crying out in a way that echoed Vegeta’s pleasure in it back to him.

His eyes flew open in shock to feel Vegeta’s fingers, once cupping his ass now slide between his cheeks. He held his breath in bated confusion. Vegeta never touched him there, not ever, nor had he ever shown any indication that he was interested in topping him. In fact, as far as he knew Vegeta never even thought about fucking him. But now all of a sudden - with his mate’s complicated thought processes out of the equation - he could feel the pad of one of those warm fingers gently rubbing across his opening.

Once the shock faded Goku realized he didn’t want Vegeta to stop what he was doing. In fact, he wanted more. The thought of Vegeta inside him sent another jolt to his cock and he cried out at the suddenness of it, spreading his legs wider to give Vegeta more access.

Vegeta obliged him in a wonderful way, removing his fingers only long enough to moisten them with his busy tongue. Goku welcomed the pressure of their return with a whimper, pushing against them instantly.

He couldn’t hear himself over the blood roaring in his ears, but he knew Vegeta was drinking his fill of all the cries and begging he could ever want. Vegeta’s satisfaction and pleasure echoed back to him over their bond, taking him impossibly higher.

The feel of Vegeta’s tail sliding soft and smooth across his balls was the beginning of the end. The building sensations were driving him crazy, pushing deep into Vegeta’s mouth and back against the fingers firmly massaging his opening until suddenly his frantic movements caused one of those slick fingertips to slip inside him, just a little.

The intimate, foreign touch was electric. Goku’s hips jerked forward one last time and he sobbed out Vegeta’s name as he fell over the edge. His fingers spasmed in Vegeta’s hair as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him and he gave into it completely.

Dazed, he felt Vegeta’s tongue cleaning up the spilled seed that had escaped too quickly for him to take all at once. That magical, wandering finger slipped gently out of him and Goku quickly missed the feeling of it, though it had been almost too intense. Goku shivered, small sounds and gasps escaping him at the feel of Vegeta’s warm tongue on his over-sensitized flesh. He reached out in his own need and Vegeta answered him, pressing one last kiss to his softening member and moving to pull Goku against him.

He had a larger frame than his mate but Goku was a born snuggler, and he curled easily into Vegeta’s arms, beginning to feel grounded once more. Those hands that had taken him to the brink just minutes ago now soothed him back to himself. In a rush he realized Vegeta hadn’t gotten off.

He quickly reached down to give at least some of that pleasure back but Vegeta swatted his hand away with an annoyed growl. Confused, Goku tried again and though this time he was able to wrap his hand around Vegeta’s stiff length Vegeta only allowed the touch with reluctance. He wouldn’t fight it but he didn’t really want it either, and Goku stopped immediately. Once he snuggled back into Vegeta’s arms all Goku could feel from him was contentment. “That’s really all you needed? Just to… make me feel good?”

There was no answer of course, but Vegeta’s tail flicked slow and light against his leg. It was a humbling thought that left Goku drifting in his own happy contentment.

It was the slow, soft murmur of Vegeta’s thoughts that brought him back, in just enough time to regain the control he’d slowly been losing since his blinding orgasm. Vegeta held him so close to his body that he only had to turn his head up a little to be where he needed to be. “I’m sorry, Vegeta,” he murmured into that beloved skin, kissing it lightly before biting down and sinking deep into Vegeta’s mind. He soothed away those gathering thoughts, submerging them once more beneath a muffling layer of his own will.

I’m not ready to let this end yet. Just give me one more day, Love.

Goku couldn’t help but adore that Vegeta wasn’t flustered or embarrassed by the endearment as he usually was.

He closed his eyes, relaxing into the feel of Vegeta’s fingers brushing soothingly through his hair. He sighed heavily in the severity of their situation. “You always understand me. You’ll understand this time too, and forgive me for what I did, right? Oh gods Vegeta, please understand. I couldn’t watch you struggle on anymore, not when I’m right here. I didn’t know what else to do to show you.”

Perhaps reacting to his agitation Vegeta’s petting moved from his head to his back, drawing light circles over his shoulder blades and spine. Whether he intended it or not Goku’s thoughts turned from their course, moving instead to the places those hands had touched him today. “Do you really want to, Vegeta? Because… I think I want you to,” he murmured. “I think having you inside me like that would be amazing.”

When Goku drifted off it was to thoughts of Vegeta slowly, gently sliding into him.

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