The DBZ Drabble Series

Before he realized what was happening, Vegeta found himself laying on the bed, his legs over Kakkarot’s shoulders and the younger man’s cock half buried in his ass. Then it was completely buried in him before he could protest, and Vegeta looked up to find Kakkarot carefully watching him.

Vegeta had expected to see the face of a conqueror, a smirk of triumph or knowing grin. The softness of Kakkarot\'s expression set him to trembling, just as Kakkarot was, but for a different reason. Vegeta was afraid, but not of this moment. Of the future. He knew he never wanted to be anywhere else but in Kakkarot\'s arms, staring into his eyes, sharing their bodies. Vegeta wondered whether Kakkarot felt the same things he did, that somehow they were touching souls as well as skin.

But now was not the time. Kakkarot was still holding back, waiting for Vegeta to get used to his bulk. The shivering of Kakkrot’s flesh, the shuddering of his limbs were the last ragged edges of his control ready to give way.

And Vegeta wanted him to lose control.

Vegeta wrapped his legs around his lover\'s back and lifted his hips, giving him permission. Kakkarot took charge, and took him.

Kakkarot’s mouth covered his, Kakkarot’s wicked tongue returning to plunge down his throat even as Kakkarot’s cock began to piston inside him. Kakkarot’s movements were strong and sure as he drew out almost completely, then returned, pushing hard against Vegeta’s gland with each stroke.

Vegeta went crazy with the jolts of pure pleasure shooting through him, over and over. He ripped his mouth from Kakkarot‘s, shouting and slamming his pelvis up to meet the younger man’s thrusts. Vegeta’s fingers dug into Kakkrot’s shoulders as the pressure built in him, an irresistible, impossible tension drawing him taut in Kakkarot\'s embrace.

This heat, this desire, it wouldn\'t last long. It couldn\'t. He’d always known it: He couldn\'t want---need---Kakkarot this much and survive.

Then Vegeta felt Kakkarot\'s fingers fumbling their way around his cock. He opened his eyes to find a hot chocolate gaze boring into his. Toppling his defenses, blasting through the walls Vegeta erected years ago. Finding his heart and soul.

Claiming them.

As Kakkarot fisted his aching penis, moving in time with his thrusts into the him, Vegeta screamed and arched, accepting. Vegeta was writhing, shaking, out of his head with the overwhelming sensations.

Through the rush of blood in his ears, Vegeta finally realized Kakkarot was saying something. On each movement into his body Kakkarot grunted on a sharp puff of air, \"Mine... Mine!\" His blazing eyes shouted it, demanding Vegeta’s response.

And as he had known he would, from the first moment he had met Kakkarot, he yielded.

Everything he had been, was or hoped to be became Kakkarot\'s.

His alone.

“Mine!”

Forever.

Vegeta’s cock sprayed cum over Kakkarot\'s smooth chest and belly as Kakkarot lunged forward, emptying himself into Vegeta with a roar.

“Yours...” Vegeta breathed out softly before unconsciousness claimed him